congratulations are an order

Request 5!

Tags: auror!Harry, surprise homecoming


“So…” Harry rubbed his eyes tiredly, “we finally caught the poachers. I have portkey for tomorrow. I’ll arrive…seven twenty your time.”

On the other side of the floo fire, Ron was holding a squirming Hugo while Rose sat patiently in Hermione’s lap, smiling shyly at Harry whenever he glanced her way.

“We should have a welcome back party,” Ron said.

Hermione gave him a look.

Ron went on instantly, “He’s been off in China for nearly three months! It doesn’t have to be long, just a chance for everyone see him.”

“I don’t know…” Harry said tiredly, he glanced to the side when someone tapped his shoulder, “I’ve got to go, other people need the international floo. See you tomorrow? Tell Draco for me, I couldn’t get a hold of him earlier.”

Ron rolled his eyes.

“Of course we will,” Hermione assured him.

Harry ducked out the fire and fought down a yawn. Nearly three months tracking down dragon poachers all across Europe and Asia. They had only caught the poachers because they got sloppy killing a Chinese Fireball. Harry didn’t envy them, the Chinese wizarding community was very protective of their dragons and was pushing for the death sentence.

Harry shook his head, rubbed his temples and went back to his cot to sleep until his portkey departure.


Harry stumbled when he landed in the Ministry’s portkey arrivals. He was ushered off the platform and into Hermione and Ron’s tight embrace while his head and stomach were still reeling. One person was noticeably missing, however.

“Where’s Draco?” Harry glanced around, “You did tell him, right?”

“Well,” Hermione said, “Ron’s idea got me thinking-”

“You guys.” Harry groaned.

“It’ll be a surprise!” Hermione insisted.

“I don’t want surprises, I just want to see Draco.” Harry sighed.

He let them drag him along to a small bar that had been rented out for the night just for them. He smiled and laughed, greeting all his friends and family that had come out to see him and use his homecoming as an excuse to get absolutely pissed. He looked up every time the door opened, his heart squeezing in his chest so tight he felt like he might die.

He finally stood from the table, tapping Hermione on the shoulder, “This has been great but I’m going home. I need to see-”

A wave of silence washed through the bar behind him and Harry heard a familiar voice that made his eyes ache.

“Just one drink. I don’t know why I let you convince me to come out, Pans. I’m really not in the mood-”

Harry turned around, the crowd pulling back as Draco and Pansy stepped inside. Draco looked too thin and his eyes were shadowed, but he was still the most beautiful thing Harry had ever seen.

“Draco.”

Draco’s grey eyes snapped up and widened, “Harry?” He whispered, stumbling forward.

Harry’s cheeks felt like they might break from smiling as he ran to Draco wrapping his arms around his waist and lifting him briefly in a surge of adrenaline and happiness. Draco hugged Harry’s neck, burying his face in the crook of his neck.

“God, I’ve missed you,” Harry’s voice cracked.

Draco cradled Harry’s face in his hands and kissed him breathless. They were both shaking.

“You’re too thin,” Draco scolded, his eyes roving over Harry as if trying to sear every inch of him into his memory, “have you been sleeping?”

“I could say the same thing about you,” Harry said faintly.

“I couldn’t stand it,” Draco said, pressing his forehead to Harry’s, “Don’t ever leave me again.”

“I don’t wa-”

“I mean it,” Draco interrupted fiercely, “Stay with me forever, Harry. Marry me.”

“Draco,” Harry breathed in shock.

Draco’s hands slid into Harry’s hair tangling in the curls, “Say yes,” he begged.

Harry swallowed hard, his voice coming out a wobbly mess on the verge of tears, “Yes.”

The whole building shivered with the force of the cheering, both Harry and Draco startling at the realization they weren’t alone. A round of drinks was ordered, congratulations were shouted but Harry didn’t care.

Harry tightened his grip on Draco waist, “Let’s go home.”

Business and Pleasure - Part 13

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 1,413

Warnings: Swearing


Originally posted by naih-reedus


“Y/N Barnes?” the nurse’s voice, however kind it may have seemed to everyone else in the room, sent shivers down your spine. You weren’t ready for this. You didn’t want to be here. In fact, you could think of several places you’d rather be at the moment, but you tried to keep a neutral expression as you stood.

“Do you want me to come in with you? Or I can just wait out here. Whichever you’d prefer.” Steve asked, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze.

Nodding, you squeezed back tightly, “Please. I feel like I’m either going to puke. Or pass out. Maybe both. I don’t really know.”


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THE LETTER WAS FOR SAKURA’S BIRTHDAY OMG

“Naruto’s and Hinata’s wedding is set during the japanese holiday called  ‘Hanami’ > (Just see the environment at the wedding, it’s full of cherry blossoms, ) the start of spring in Japan is in March 28th, AND Sakura’s birthday is on March 28th,
I’m 90% sure Sasuke did congratulate her bc of that
⠀ ⠀
Hey, it doesn’t fit at all that Sakura blushes only because he sent a letter to Naruto?, but it does fit she blushed and Sasuke smiled because he sent this letter in order to cheer and congratulate Sakura due to her birthday. If it was for Naruto, the letter would be sended directly at him.”

it explains everything why Sakura blushed after seeing Sasuke’s message  ಥ⌣ಥ


thanks to dragneelucy 💖

You Brute

Nessian, 2.5K, Rated T

A/N: There seems to be a general consensus that if Nessian were mates, Cassian would find out first. I wanted to have a little fun and have dear Nesta feel it. 

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“And then—“ Cassian’s arm flew into the air, almost hitting Nesta in the face.

His scent overcame her, and she felt a snap within herself. Her eyes widened, and her knee hit the table. The words almost slipped right between her teeth, but she pressed her lips tightly together to keep the secret. Sitting next to him became almost unbearable, and she just wanted to be excused. She was overly aware of every feeling in the brute’s brain, and his insufferable need to leave the dinner table to take her home.

Her blood raced with that word. Mate. Mate. Mate Mate.

Scanning the table, Nesta checked to see if anyone noticed the outburst, but they were completely invested in Cassian’s story. A bead of sweat rolled down her back as she slumped slightly, relieved that no one saw her. Or so she thought. She caught eyes with Feyre sitting across from her. Her sister’s grin was filled with wicked delight.

Feyre definitely knew that Nesta’s mate bond snapped into place.

Nesta excused herself to use the restroom and practically stumbled to the hallway door. She leaned against the rough stone wall letting the cool rock calm her as she took slow breaths. They had been dating for the past thirteen months, fucking for the past eleven, and living together for the past seven. With how long they’d been with each other, both accepted that they definitely weren’t mates, and ignored any notion that they had to be. So it was certainly a shock when it felt like lightening struck her during their family dinner. She finally understood why Lucien couldn’t keep quiet for more than three seconds. The initial rush of it was overwhelming, and even now in the darkened hallway, she was keenly aware of Cassian’s subtle worry that she left. Rhys really deserved more credit for hiding it from Feyre for as long as he did.

With her forehead still on the wall, she heard the door open and scented her sister’s approach.

“Congratulations.”

Nesta rolled her head around towards her sister. “It does not feel like a congratulations are in order. Do you think he knows?”

Feyre walked over and put a hand on Nesta’s shoulder. “Probably not. Rhys fell off a cliff when he felt it, and I still didn’t know for months.”

“I’m pretty sure you were literally the only person who didn’t know. Even I had suspicions, and I didn’t even know what a mate was.” Feyre gave Nesta a small glare and removed her hand.

“What I’m saying is Cassian’s probably blind to it. The only reason I sensed it was because for the first time since I’ve become a daemati, I could see into your mind. Without shields, you were practically screaming that he was your mate.”

“Get out of my head.” Panic flooded Nesta. “Does Rhys know?”



“My guess is no. I asked him if he sensed anything strange from you, keeping it very vague. He only said that he heard your knee hit the table, but he wanted to leave you with a little bit of pride so he pretended not to notice.”

Nesta felt her head nod. The only thing she wanted right now was to be alone and settle herself. However, if she left now, that’d raise too many questions. And if she went home, Cassian would be there, and she couldn’t tell him. Not right now.

“Nesta. What are you thinking?”

She could just stay at Rhys and Feyre’s tonight. Then, she wouldn’t see him at home. The only issue was that she needed an excuse. A verbal brawl could constitute grounds for her leaving. She could start a fight at the table. “I think I’m going to yell at him.”

A pause. “Why, in all the courts of Prythian, would you do that?”

“So that I can stay at your townhouse tonight. I wouldn’t have to feel at all inclined about confronting him.”

Feyre’s eyes practically sent Nesta six feet under. “No. You are definitely not doing that.”

“But Rhys waited months before you ever knew. And he didn’t even tell you.”

“And look how well that turned out.” Nesta remembered the story of how Feyre left Rhys in the mud, not seeing him for a week before accepting the bond.

“I know that I probably will never understand this hiding of mate bonds,” Feyre began, waving her arms, “but I do know that Rhys does. If you want to talk to him about it, he probably has much better advice.”

“I really don’t think I want more people to know about this then there minimally has to be.”

“Eventually, Nesta, everyone would know. Rhys wanted to wait because of Tamlin and for our bond built on love. Clearly, you two don’t have a Tamlin, and you’re already in love. I do not see the problem.”

The problem was that Cassian wouldn’t want this level of commitment with her. The problem was that she might not want this level of commitment. The problem was that they’re bond may say that they’re equals, but they could still not be right for each other. They play fought often enough that it could be a possibility. The main problem, though, was that she did not trust anyone enough to share this grapple with, save for the male himself, and he was definitely not an option to talk to.

Thus, Nesta said, “I don’t know.”

Feyre huffed a sigh and turned to return to dinner.
“Can you at least create an excuse for me to spend the night at your place? If you’re so wary of me starting a fight.”

Looking back over her shoulder, Feyre eyed her sister. “Only if you agree to talk with Rhys.”

Nesta wanted to call her sister something vulgar, but refrained. “Fine.”


On the roof of the townhouse, Nesta took another shot. She wasn’t quite sure how much she’d had. Only that these damn fae senses made it far too difficult to become drunk. She heard Rhys come up about a minute ago. “Do you want to join me or are we both going to pretend that we talked to please my sister?”

Rhys approached and dropped his legs over the side of the roof. “To be honest with you, Nesta, your sister never told me what we were to talk about.”

Nesta just stared at the Sidra. This whole situation happened too fast, and she never even said the words aloud yet. She could feel that Cassian was sleeping and contented by the story of how Nesta and Feyre were going to have some sisterly bonding time. Maybe it was better to just rip off the bandage. Or maybe it was better to try pulling her shields down again, to see if Rhys could hear it. Eventually, she went with a combination.

“Cassian is my—“ There was a long pause.

His violet eyes forged into her, as if he could see the bond pulling her insides. She was certain the idiot of a High Lord was going to make her say it until he quietly suggested, “Mate?”

Nesta just nodded her head.

“At dinner?”

“You’re a bigger brute than Cassian, you know that?”

Rhys chuckled. “He doesn’t know, and you don’t want to tell him?”

Again, Nesta nodded.

The pair sat in silence for a long amount of time after that. Nesta never particularly cared for her either of her sisters’ mates, mainly because neither of the males were good enough for her sisters. She knew that both Rhys and Lucien were fine people but that did not change a thing. Ironically, she never thought herself good enough for Cassian.

“It’s quite terrifying. To share it. It may be the one thing that Feyre will never completely understand about me, “ Rhys said.

“What if—“

Rhys raised his hand. “But it is also the greatest thing to ever happen in my 500 years of existence.”

“He’ll probably say no. Or he might leave,”

“I can’t say he won’t, but I do know that he is the most loyal bastard I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. I understand that you think he might leave given his…history. But, Nesta, Feyre proved to be very loyal to her lovers, or at least Tamlin, in the past and I was still scared. On the day she found out, I had wasted the entire day in my own head trying to encourage myself to tell her.”

“You’re an incredibly dopey male.”

“That makes you an incredibly dopey female.”

“It has been a few hours. Not months. I don’t think you can constitute me as incredibly anything yet.”

“Then, you’re just a dopey female.”

Nesta bared her teeth at him.

Rhys borrowed her amber liquid and took a small swig. “Do you know what my greatest regret is?”

“That you’re incredibly brooding? That your mate can beat you up? That you told those queens about Velaris? That Elain and I are high fae? Not that I blame you anymore.”

“No and no. The last two were for a long time, but I’ve recently reevaluated everything. Velaris healed, and you two…adjusted. But now my greatest regret is that I never told Feyre earlier. I could live with a decimated city. I could live with the Archerons as fae as long as they could. But, I could not live with either of those things without knowing Feyre was mine.”

Nesta sighed. “I don’t think that ‘incredibly dopey’ covered it well enough.”

Rhys paused for a second, looking contemplative about the insult, before gesturing for her to proceed.

“You’re absolutely sure he doesn’t know?”

“I can’t be absolutely sure about anything, but if you’re asking if he’s ever lost his shield and screamed it to me, no. Nor have we had a liquor aided heart to heart about it.”

The two sat in silence on the roof, passing the bottle back and forth until the sun rose up over the horizon. Rhys sent her home in the morning.

“Nesta, you don’t have to tell him today, or even tomorrow. But I would tell him as soon as you can.”

She barely heard him as she walked down the stairs.


Nesta still hadn’t said anything. It had been three weeks, and Feyre and Rhys were growing so impatient that Feyre threatened to put Nesta in a near death situation just to drag Cassian out to the Suriel, so it could tell Cassian for her. It was becoming particularly overwhelming to exist in the same space as him.

Even now, while he just sat there with a book, Nesta could not bear to read hers. She was turning the pages of her novel every few seconds after Cassian. His legs were thrown over the arms of the chair, and he sat sideways in it like a child. It was not the way the chair was supposed to accommodate wings. However, it did wonders for his legs as the chair pushed his muscles out into a relaxed, though still prominent, position. His left arm bent up to hold his novel making his muscles flex slightly. Their chandelier above them made the shadows under his jaw—

She shook her head. This was the issue with the mate bond. Before, Nesta could snap herself out of these sort of situations. But now, it was unbearable not to think of Cassian, or what she wanted to do to him. It made her a simpering female and far too territorial.

Cassian turned his page, and as Nesta was about to turn hers, he called, “Sweetheart, you could at least skim your eyes over your book to pretend you’re reading over there.”

Nesta hissed. “Maybe this book is boring, and I didn’t want to disturb you.”

Cassian just gave her a suggestive look that welcomed her disruptions anytime, and she could feel through the bond that he was very serious. She must have been staring.

“What’s on you mind, sweetheart? Because that look does not say you want to take me or that you want to kill me.”

She should just say it. Tell him. Get it off her chest. But instead she spit out. “What would you do if you found your mate?”

“And it wasn’t you?”

Nesta looked back with an almost vicious smile, “Well, yeah. We’ve already established that you and I aren’t.” Liar. She was a cauldron damned liar, but she was very curious to see how Cassian would treat his mate.

He looked off, clearly trying to find a nice way to let Nesta down. “I’d imagine that it’d be a fairly intense feeling, but I’d still try to make this,” he gestured between the two of them, “ work. I know Rhys’s parents are the classic case of mates gone wrong. And I do know that our relationship has definitely yet to go wrong. So I’d probably stay with you Nesta, for fear of something going wrong in the other relationship.”

“What if you fell straight on your ass in love for them, though?”

Cassian completely stilled. “Nesta. Are you asking because you found your mate? If you did, I’ll be very happy for you. It may take me some time, but I can adjust.” He looked away while still shifting in his chair so his body faced her. “You can still live here for the time being if he, or she, is looking for a house for the two of you. However, if I found my mate, I’d probably let you down a little gentler than this. I wouldn’t make you spell it out for me.”

He took a deep breath, and as she was about to respond, he interrupted. “So I’m going to ask you one more time. Did you find your mate?”

In his panic, he answered the question of whether or not he knew about the bond. She felt him try to reign in his anger and jealousy.

She took a dramatic, deep breath. “Yeah. Yeah, I did.”

Cassian nodded his head as if he suspected as much. “Would I know them?”

“You probably wouldn’t recognize them now. They used to be fairly cocky, much like your self, but recently they are fairly skittish.”

“Did they go through a taxing experience?” Cassian asked as his brows furrowed.

“I mean he found out I’m his mate, which seems pretty dramatic. He’s also just trying to process it all.” She slipped and used a gender pronoun.

“Do you love him?”

She looked him straight in the eye. “I haven’t said anything yet, but I do. He’s said it countless times.”

“Have you slept with him?”

“He’s the best lover a girl could ask for.”

Cassian just sat there, mulling over her words. “He sounds an awful lot like me.”

“Does he?”

If Nesta thought Cassian was still before, it was nothing compared to now. He sat there with that immortal stillness as he stared at her. She heard his heart pounding in his chest and his heavy breathing. “Nesta. Are we….Am I… Are you…Are we mates?”

Rather than answering immediately, she pulled an apple out from under her and chucked it at his face. He barely caught it.

“Yeah, you brute. You’re my mate.”

Dancing On My Own: Part 2

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader / Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Drinking

Part One

Word Count: 1144

Summary: Bucky Barnes never imagined himself falling in love with anyone, especially his best friend’s girl. He hadn’t planned on Steve building up the sudden courage to ask you out on a casual date. Of course his plans were shot to hell when Steve decided to surprise everyone and propose to you on your birthday. Had he missed his shot, or would he be willing to risk both of his closest friendships in hopes of winning your heart?

Author’s Notes: As angsty as this story is going to be (and trust me – there is going to be heavy loads of angst) there is a certain sweetness between the Bucky and reader that I love.

I love hearing from all of you! 

Please let me know if you would like to be tagged/removed.

Originally posted by thetimelordsarefalling

Originally posted by gossipgirlfanblog

Bucky had been paralyzed with fear as he watched you adjust from the shock of Steve’s surprise to shaking your head yes as Steve slid the ring on your finger. Once he was able to move again he meandered his way back to the bar. As a friend he wanted to be happy for you both – to congratulate you even, but he just couldn’t bring himself to fake it. You found him still at the bar an hour later after you quietly slipped away from Steve’s side to let him fend for himself with the last of the well-wishers.

The sound of your voice caused Bucky to jump slightly as you slid into the chair beside him. As he turned to look at you, you couldn’t help but notice that his smile didn’t quite reach his bloodshot eyes. “Buck, what have you been drinking?” you asked as you grabbed his glass to take a sniff. The smell of the amber liquid actually took your breath away.

“Thor’s secret stash,” he replied with a wink. He paused awkwardly as his smile slipped slightly. “So I guess congratulations are in order?” he asked. You had an odd feeling that Bucky was less than thrilled with the new developments of your relationship with Steve. You smiled tightly at his loaded question. You still weren’t sure what had compelled you to shake your head ‘yes’ to Steve. You loved him, sure, but you didn’t feel that butterfly feeling that you always thought you would when you saw him go down on one knee.

“I suppose so,” you tried to respond casually but it seemed too forced. Bucky immediately picked up on your tone.

“What is it?” he asked as he narrowed his eyes.

“It’s nothing,” you assured him. It felt more like you were trying to assure yourself than Bucky when you responded. You just couldn’t shake the feeling of panic that had enveloped you since you had said yes.

“It’s obviously something,” Bucky remarked with a shrug as he brought his glass to his lips. It was next to impossible to lie to Bucky, but that didn’t mean you had to tell him the truth – you reasoned with yourself that you were obviously just emotional and tired.

“So you and Nat?” you trailed off in silence – waiting for Bucky to respond.

Bucky stiffened suddenly – his eyebrows arching in question before realization spread across his face. “I don’t know,” he shrugged as he answered gruffly. You could tell he was in one of his moods so it would be impossible to get a straight answer from him.

You felt a pang of jealousy again – which you tried to quell to no avail. Why the hell were you concerned with Bucky’s love life after just getting engaged to the man of your dreams? “Buck, just be careful,” you warned as you squeezed his hand.

He half-laughed as he cocked his head sideways. “I think I’ll manage doll,” he replied before downing the rest of his glass. “You’re deflecting though,” he added with a grin.

“Deflecting what?” You asked as the bartender placed a drink in front of you. You swirled the amber liquid in the glass as you looked down. You knew you couldn’t bullshit Bucky, and he was certainly on to you.

“Are you happy?” he whispered softly next to you. The change in his voice made you look up into his eyes. You couldn’t help but notice that they seemed remarkably sad. The sight made your breath catch in your throat causing you to swallow hard.

“Are you?” you asked in return – forgetting about your own worries for a moment as you studied your friend’s face.

“You can’t answer a question with another question,” Bucky snorted as he looked at you. “Are you… happy?” he asked as he slid his hand over yours – the warmth of his presence immediately enveloping it.

You didn’t know why you couldn’t answer the question directly. Maybe it had something to do with the amount of champagne you had drank earlier, the endless congratulations from the partygoers, or maybe it was the look on your best friend’s face that uncomfortably squeezed at your heart. Regardless of what it was – you couldn’t bring yourself to say yes. “Steve’s a great guy. I’m lucky,” you responded with a tightlipped smile. Bucky didn’t seem convinced but had the good grace to drop the subject.

“Well I’m happy if you’re happy,” he responded with a smile. “Hey – how about a dance, birthday girl?” he asked with a sly grin.

“Bucky you hate dancing!”

“Not with you,” he replied with a grin as he hopped off the barstool and offered you his hand. You took it without hesitation and he led you to the dance floor. He brought you close to him wrapping one of his hands around yours and resting the other on the small of your back. You could tell that he had had quite a bit to drink by how comfortable he was. He looked down at you with a grin before he whispered, “You look beautiful tonight.” There was a reverence in his voice that made you blush as you rested your head on his chest.

“Buck?” you asked quietly.

“Hmm?”

“Will you promise me something?”

“Anything doll,” he whispered. His heart raced at your question and he prayed silently that you couldn’t hear it.

“Promise me you’ll always be here?” you asked as you lifted your head to look up at him.

He smiled at this – a real smile – where the corner of his eyes crinkled. Those were always your favorite. “I promise, doll,” he whispered as he planted a kiss on your forehead. You hugged him tightly in response. Bucky was always the one that kept you grounded and you worried that your engagement would somehow push him away.

“Mind if I cut in?” Steve asked. Bucky’s grasp on you tightened before he smiled and let you go. You watched over Steve’s shoulder as Bucky made his way back to the bar to sit next to Nat.

“What was that about?” Steve whispered in your ear, causing you to snap out of your internal monologue.

“He was just congratulating me,” you answered with a smile as you looked up at your fiancée.

“Are you happy?” Steve whispered into your ear as he held your body tightly to his.

“The happiest,” you whispered back before planting a chaste kiss on his lips.


“I know that look, Barnes,” Nat warned as she eyed Bucky suspiciously.

“What look?” he asked playfully – trying in vain to shake Nat’s suspicion.

“That look you get when you’re about to do something incredibly stupid. What are you thinking?” she asked hesitantly – afraid of the answer.

“I’m thinking I’m going to steal my best friend’s girl,” Bucky answered with a grimace as he drained the rest of his glass.


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Imagine your son watching his daddy, Chris, on TV.

A/N: Helloooooooo, I’m back with the mini series! The last mini left us with Chris and the reader having an adorable little boy; Jackson River Evans. This continues on from there, just a bunch of fics that show their daily adventures that come with parenthood. Hope you enjoy it. X (Here is the mini-series ‘Masterlist’, I’ll link it as soon as I get home.)

It was 11:25PM in the Evans household, after a long day of running errands with your very talkative and excitable son, one would think that you and Chris would be fast asleep. But instead, the two of you were sat on the floor of your living room surrounded by wrapping paper, ribbons, and a buttload of different toys, books, and clothes for your son’s second birthday tomorrow.

You’d planned to start wrapping around 8:30PM- Jack’s bedtime- but as always, neither of you could leave his side until he fell asleep which was three and a half stories later at 9:48PM. What made things worst was that he knew it was his birthday tomorrow and that his parents were staying up to wrap his presents and prepare for his party; the questions he tackled both of you with made for good laughs and weary head shakes.

“Do you want some coffee?” Chris chuckled when another yawn escaped you; you shook your head. “What about Gummi Bears?” You shook your head again. “What about both?” He suggested, smiling when you bit back your smile.

“No, I’m good.” You told him as you returned your attention to the half wrapped ‘Dancing Elmo’ in front of you. “I can’t have caffeine or sugar now, if I do then- I’m going to be up all night.” Chris raised an eyebrow, his facials saying “isn’t that what we want?” You chuckled, “are you that tired that you’ve forgotten what happened the last time I tried to stay up with the help of coffee and Gummi Bears?”

His eyes narrowed slightly as he thought back, it didn’t take long for realization to sweep over his face. “Ah, yes.” He chuckled, nodding. “I believe I called it The Rise and Fall of Y/N.” You nodded with pursed lips. “I honestly thought you broke that day, was going to call Kevin and Robert to set me up with another girl.” You rolled your eyes. “Preferably one that doesn’t go on a caffeine and sugar high so she can pull an all nighter on her script, only to talk my ear off with her random epiphanies instead.”

“Jerk,” you tossed a toddler size version of Chris’ favorite pair of shoes at him. It hit him in the chest and landed in his lap, but he was too busy bellowing with laughter to bother retaliating. “Shut up,” you laughed softly, throwing the other shoe at him. “You’re going to wake Jack up.”

“Okay okay,” he softened his laughter, wiping away the tears that had formed in the corner of his eyes. “Hey, these are cute.” He said when he picked the shoes up off his lap. “They look exactly like mine, how did you-” He looked up at you and you smirked, shrugging. “You’re going to make him so happy.”

“I know,” you smiled. “He keeps asking me to put your shoes aside for him so he can wear them when he’s older, he gets so mad when he sees you wearing them because he thinks they’re his now. He keeps telling me that you’re wearing them out.”

“Trust me, I know,” he chuckled. “He gets so passive-aggressive every time I have those shoes on. Like the other day, he told me my feet are too big for those beautiful shoes.” You both laughed at that. “And just today, I found him hiding them under his bed. Honestly,” he shook his head, smiling, “that boy is an odd one.”

“Children are a reflection of their parents,” you teased.

“Yeah, I know,” he nodded then smirked as he said, “have you met his mom?”

“I’m running out of soft things to throw at you,” you threw a Mickey Mouse plush ball at him. “Can we get back to it now?” You asked, beckoning at the pile of unwrapped gifts; you were starting to regret offering your wrapping services to your family and friends who were out of town and couldn’t make it. “We’re going to need at least some sleep if we want to get through a two year old’s birthday party tomorrow.”

“Yeah, okay.”

The both of you returned to wrapping and a comfortable silence filled the air. It wasn’t until you got through your fifth gift, and Chris his fourth that you both realized there were sounds coming from upstairs. You glanced behind you then turned back to Chris whose narrowed eyes were looking at the archway leading to the hallway where the stairs were.

“Did you leave the TV on upstairs?”

“No,” you shook your head. “I haven’t been upstairs since-”

“Jack,” you both concluded in unison, heaving a heavy sigh.

Chris made his way upstairs with you right on his heel. The closer you got to your bedroom, the louder the TV got. Chris looked over his shoulder at you, mouthing “is that?” You nodded, chuckling when you realized Jack was watching one of his father’s old interviews with Jimmy Fallon. You both poked your head into the room and saw Jack snugged in the middle of your bed with Dodger under his tiny arm. He was always so mesmerized by his dad, or you, being on TV that he’d fail to notice all else, like the two of you in the doorway.

“Bud,” Chris called and Jack flinched, “what are you doing out of bed?”

“I’m not out of bed,” he gestured to the fact that he was in your bed, grinning cheekily.

“Let’s rephrase,” you stepped in, chuckling, “what are you doing out of your bed?”

“Well, I…” he trailed off, turning his attention back to the TV because he didn’t want to miss a second of his dad.

You and Chris shared a weary look then shrugged and joined Jack in your king sized bed, each on either side of him. Dodger shuffled, moving to rest his head on your lap. You smiled and stroked his side, leaning down to whisper into his floppy ear “thanks for looking after of our little handful, sweetheart.”

“Shhh,” Jack pressed his tiny finger to his lips.

“Oh, please.” You chuckled. “Like my whispering-”

“Seriously, shh,” Chris shushed you too, pointing to the TV. “You’ll want to listen to this part, it’s super sweet.” A smug smirk formed on his lips because you’d already seen it before and you already knew it was super sweet. “It’s about his wife and kid.”

“And I’m the kid!” Jack gasped excitedly and climbed out of the covers so he could crawl closer to the TV. You were about to reach and catch him when Chris got to him first; the last thing you needed was your son ruining his eyes like you did as a child.

“You’re not going any closer to the TV, bud.” Chris murmured into his soft locks. “The last thing we need is you wearing glasses too.” Jack still tried to wiggle out of his dad’s strong grip and Chris frowned. “Jack, stop,” he spoke in a firmer tone and Jack immediately stilled. “Either sit here with me or go to bed.”

“I’ll sit here with you,” Jack nodded, leaning back against his dad’s chest.

“Not bad,” you mouthed, smiling at Chris who was tipping his imaginary hat; he was getting a lot better at controlling Jack. Usually Jack would just ignore Chris and continue his defiance until you stepped in and dropped the hammer, but not so much anymore. You turned your attention back to the TV when you heard your name.

“I believe congratulations are in order, you and Y/N are now parents to an adorable boy.” Jimmy said and the audience cheered; Chris smiled as a photo of you carrying Jack, who was only eight months then, popped up on the screen behind him.

“That’s me,” Jack giggled excitedly; both you and Chris chuckled.

“Jack, right?” Jimmy asked and Chris nodded. “He is a beautiful baby.”

“Thank you,” Chris smiled. “Yeah, he is a real looker. His smile just lights up the room and his eyes are bluer than mine,” he chuckled softly. “But I mean-” he glanced back at the photo, his smile growing even wider. “I didn’t really expect anything less. Look at his mom, she’s beautiful and perfect and- he’s just a splitting image of her.”

The interview touched your heart like it did the first time, you smiled and reached over Jack to press your hand against your husband’s face. He smiled and turned his head, kissing the palm of your hand. You pulled your hand away and returned your attention to the TV.

“It must be very hard for you to be away from home at the moment,” Jimmy said and Chris nodded, pouting adorably. “And how is Y/N handling Jack on her own? She’s always said that between the two of you, you’re better with kids.”

“That’s-” Chris chuckled. “No, Y/N is fantastic with children. She just says she’s not because she’s overly modest and she likes her 'I-don’t-want-kids’ reputation, but honestly- if you see her with kids, you can tell that she is nothing like she portrays herself to be. She is just the sweetest, kindest, most gentle person when she’s around kids. Well,” he chuckled, “the good ones anyway.”

“And Jack’s one of the good ones, right?”

“Definitely,” Chris nodded, smiling. “I was FaceTiming with Y/N yesterday and she’s been telling me all about how he just sleeps through the night and eats whatever she gives him. He’s a very easy baby, like she hasn’t even had to call our moms for backup yet.”

“I’m sure you must be very excited to get back home to them,” Jimmy put another photo up on the screen behind Chris; it was one of the three of you and Dodger that Chris tweeted out for Mother’s Day. The whole audience awwwed at the photo, making Chris smile. “I mean- that is a sweet family waiting for you.”

“Yeah, and I’m counting down the days till I see them,” Chris admitted with a soft chuckle. “Only a couple months of press left and then I’m back in Boston for a long break until the next part premieres. But by then, Jack should be old enough to fly so they can come out and visit me while I’m doing press around the world.”

Jimmy smiled, “once again, congratulations. If you’re watching this, Y/N, Jack is beautiful and I am so happy for you guys. The first part of Avengers Infinity War is out in cinemas now, be sure to watch it. Chris Evans, everyone!”

You expected Jack to clap and when he didn’t, you looked over to find him fast asleep in his dad’s arms. “I guess he woke up and just wanted us to keep him company until he fell asleep again,” Chris whispered and you smiled. “I’m going to go put him to bed.” You nodded and yawned as he rose to his feet with Jack in his arms. “And you should go to sleep too, I’ll finish up downstairs.”

“We’re a team,” you told him and rose to your feet, following him with a hand on his lower back. “I don’t sleep until you sleep.” Chris smiled and wrapped one arm around you, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head as the two of you made your way to Jack’s room.

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This is a section of a recent Ebony magazine that had a mini interview with Nia sioux/frazier. Nia mention that she is filming another movie call Dancer in the summer. Congratulations in order. I like the fact that Nia is getting hire for dance related stuff, proving that she is a better dancer than what other people claim she is.

Oscar Isaac Expecting First Child With Girlfriend Elvira Lind

Congratulations are in order for actor Oscar Isaac and his girlfriend, Danish director Elvira Lind!

The couple was snapped heading to dinner in New York City on Monday, where Lind’s baby bump was undeniable in a green maxi dress. Lind’s pregnancy marks the first child for both.

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NEWS: Oscar Isaac Talks Growing Beards, Dancing & Lying to the Press About ‘Star Wars’

The 38-year-old Star Wars: The Force Awakens actor is currently in NYC to shoot his new movie, Life Itself, with Olivia Wilde. The film, which centers on the lives of people from New York to Spain that intersect over the course of different generations, doesn’t hit theaters until 2018.

NEWS: Oscar Isaac Talks 'Star Wars’ Sequels: 'We’re Making S**t Up as We Go’

ET spoke with Isaac last May, when he talked about the Star Wars franchise's feverishly anticipated Episode VIII.

“The new additions to the cast, like Laura Dern and Benicio Del Toro, they’re incredible actors and Rian [Johnson, Episode VIII’s director], his sensibility is one of smaller films,” he told ET. “So, within all of the bigness and the epic scope of the film, it does feel like we’re getting to find some of that nuance and that intimacy.”

“Poe, he gets to be more a part of the story, and all of the characters in the film, they get tested, intensely,” he added. “It’s a lot of conflict in it, which is great.”

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After Nationals

Request: Hey there! All good? I was wondering if you could a Seb fic where there’s a party after nationals (you can choose which glee club won; the reader in part of new directions) and all the glee clubs that were competing were there. And the reader is dating Seb but no one knows, so all night he has to watch her dancing with other people until a romantic song comes up and he’s like “screw it!” And leads her to the dance floor and its all fluuuuffyyyy?! 😍😍😍 I hope you can! Take your time, thanks xx

Notes: So, I’m actually pretty happy with this fic and how it turned out, there are some points where Sebastian says stuff I don’t normally associate with him, but I’m still happy with it, I hope you guys will be, too. 

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Okay, but…consider the first time Diana talked with Bruce about Cassandra:

“I hear congratulations are in order,” she said once they were alone in the conference room, “and a daughter, no less!” Diana’s face scrunched up in the warm way that meant she was teasing, but also genuine.

Bruce twitched his cape a bit on his way to placing his disposable cup in the nearby receptacle. As good as an admission of embarrassment from him.

“Thank you,” he said, overly formal, “Cassandra seems to be settling in-”

He stopped as Diana flinched. Waited for her to provide an explanation.

“Forgive me,” she said quietly, “Is that…a common name?”

And suddenly he thought he knew why she was uncomfortable, though Amazon culture was still, would always be, by nature, somewhat unknowable to him.

“It’s not very common, but still in use,” he replied, matching her volume.

And Diana is grateful. She can see that she doesn’t have to explain to him - to this man, the quickest of her colleagues - why that name would bother her.

Because, had they daughters, no Amazon would ever dare to name them for her. For the sacred story. For the cautionary tale. One of the names that would always be whispered reverently by the women of the island. Whose fate would always be mourned on holy days, when they all remembered why they had turned their backs on the world of men.

To Family

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“It would have been easier to get an Uber,” Rafael complained as you looked for a space to park outside Liv’s apartment. She was having a little party since Noah’s adoption had been finalized.

“It’s okay we still have that parking permit. When does it expire again? The 21st of May?”

“That’s tomorrow.”

“It’s the 20th. Already?”

“Yup.”

You couldn’t quite put my finger on why, but you felt a little unsettled.


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Jealousy

Requested by @carleyspn
A/N: i didn’t include clingy dean because i have no idea how to even start with clingy dean, but without that i hope you like it !! this is way longer than i normally write wOW

Word Count: 1530

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Unexpected (Part 7)

Yoongi starts to make amends with everyone and tries to get his life back to the way it was before the breakup.

Warning: Sex stuff, ridiculous amounts of dirty talk, I don’t even know why I bother warning people – if you read my writing, 99% chance of utter filth will be incorporated in the plot.

Parts: 1  2  3  4  5  6  7  8 (final)  8.5 (bonus)

It was late when Yoongi finally left your apartment to head home.  You had asked him to spend the night again, but he declined saying that he had to go back and try to make things right with the other guys after messing up practice yesterday and blowing it off completely today.  You understood, but still had difficulty letting go of him as he tried to exit and begged him not to change his mind. Yoongi kissed you and promised that he was sincere and wouldn’t be easily swayed again.

He was nervous as he stood outside the door to his apartment, thinking about what he would say to the others when he went in.  If Yoongi could have his way, he would have liked to just pretend that he hadn’t been a miserable asshole to everyone in his life for the past few weeks and let things go back to normal on their own.  That might have been an option if he hadn’t had that fight with Tae and disappeared for a full day, but now he would be forced to actually make amends.

Yoongi took a deep breath, exhaled, and opened the door; everyone was sitting around the table together eating some chicken they had ordered in.  Jungkook noticed Yoongi walk in first, calling out to him, “Hyung, you’re back!  What happened to you?  I was getting worried.”

Before Yoongi could answer, Jimin jumped up from the table and motioned for Yoongi to come sit next to him. “Hyung, are you hungry?  Come have something to eat.”

Yoongi walked towards the table while Jimin made some room for him.  All eyes were on him, except for Taehyung who kept his eyes on the food sitting in front of him, absentmindedly picking the meat off the bone with his chopsticks.  Tae’s bangs obscured his eyes, but Yoongi could still see the bruises, his face was partly swollen and a scab had formed on his lower lip from where the skin had been torn.

Namjoon turned to Yoongi and spoke, “So, have you been at your ex’s place this whole time?”

“Yeah,” Yoongi replied sheepishly. “I got blind drunk and passed out in front of her place last night so she took me in.  After I woke up, we talked and worked things out.”

Jin looked sternly at Yoongi and asked, “Are you saying the two of you are back together?”

“Yes,” Yoongi answered, “we are officially back together.”  

Tae slammed his chopsticks down and got up from the table, mumbling that he had lost his appetite and was going to his room.  Yoongi felt pangs of guilt as he watched Tae walk down the hall.

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