Summary: The Gallaghers have some insight on how close Ian and Mickey really are. It’s surprising, but they like the idea of them being together.

Word Count: 1047

Notes: This request was in my messages for so long, and I completely forgot about it. Sorry! Here it is :) Also, this is my AU for day 1 of Gallavich Week!

“Is Mickey your boyfriend?” Carl asked Ian, who was on the pull up bar, after finding the Milkovich boy curled up in his brother’s bed.

Ian’s cheeks flushed at the question, but he knew if Mickey woke up he’d probably say something stupid so the redhead responded with a simple, “We hang out.”

The younger Gallagher lightly punched his brother between every pull up. “He’s in your bed,” Carl said and then took a moment to think. The pause was short though. “You love Mickey?”

Ian stopped his movement. Yeah, I do, he thought. “I like how he smells,” he responded to make it seem much more simpler. He wanted to tell Mickey how he felt, but doing it through Carl was not the way.

Raising an eyebrow, Carl was about to speak, but Mickey cut him off. “Whatchu asking stupid fucking questions for?” The older boy shot at him.

“You’re nicer when you’re asleep,” Carl rolled his eyes and walked down the stairs.

Ian let his mind consume his for a little bit. Carl just pretty much told him that he knew of their relationship, and Mickey heard it, and he didn’t care. Mickey didn’t run out. He’s still here.

* * *

Ian and Mickey woke up earlier than the other people in the house. Though Mickey wanted the sleep some more, when the redhead promised to make him some banana pancakes, he couldn’t turn that down.

While the Gallagher boy was a the burner, making the pancakes, Mickey was sitting at the kitchen table, just watching. He couldn’t figure out why he was so scared all these years— this is all he ever wanted, and here it finally is.

After Ian was done making a single plate of food, he went over to where Mickey was sitting. He leaned on the counter so that their faces were in the same direction. “I’m wondering something,” he said so quietly and nervously that it was nearly incoherent.

“What’s that, mumbles?” Mickey stood up, and got so close to his lover that he could feel his breath.

They didn’t realize the whole entire Gallagher clan in the living room. The family was at an angle where they could be nosy and watch the interaction, but Ian and Mickey couldn’t see them.

“Just wondering if we’re a couple or not,” Ian said more assertively as he placed his hands on Mickey’s hips and turned him so that he was pushed up against the counter.

Now Mickey to matters into his own hands. He pushed Ian into the wall that stood next to them, and inches their faces so close together. “Of course we are.”

Ian smiled and kissed him hard. “What would you do if I said something you might not want to hear?” His voice was a bit shaky. Mickey gave him a look that said, go on, tell me. “Please don’t freak out, okay? I just gotta say it. I love you. I really, really love you.” He felt like his heart was in his throat as he spoke, he just didn’t want to hold it in anymore.

Surprising himself and Ian, Mickey grabbed Ian’s cheeks and kissed him even harder than the last time. When their lips separated, they rested their heads together. “I love you too, Gallagher,” the shorter boy responded. Though he’d probably never admit it, he’s always loved that crazy ginger, and it felt fucking nice to admit it.

Ian laughed giddily. Everything was finally falling in place.

“Now, go make me some more fucking pancakes,” Mickey said, and stepped back, giving Ian room to move.

“Yeah, yeah. You got it,” Ian chuckled.

The Gallaghers couldn’t believe what they just saw and heard. Obviously they could tell that something was going on between Ian and Mickey. For fuck’s sake, Carl found Mickey in Ian’s bed, and Lip actually knew they were together. No one expected it to be so serious though. Love is fucking deep.

As Ian was waiting to flip the pancakes, Mickey came up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist. Ian leaned back into it. “Y’know my family doesn’t care, right?”

Mickey’s head was resting on his boyfriend’s shoulder. He nodded. “I know. Makes it a whole lot fucking easier.”

Ian smiled. Everything was so good right now. He then went back to cooking, making sure Mickey

stayed with his arms engulfing him like that.

The Gallaghers were still watching from their hiding spot. It was completely mind boggling to see Mickey look so soft and loving. They wanted to see what would happen in front of people though. Giving each other the same look, they all set foot for the kitchen.

As they walked in, Fiona stepped louder than usual to get their attention. “Morning, guys,” she said enthusiastically.

Ian felt Mickey tense up around his waist. He expected him to unlatch him, but he didn’t— he stayed right there. “Morning. I’m making pancakes,” he said.

Instead of Mickey saying anything, he shoved his face into the back of Ian’s neck. It was only fair to Ian to let the Gallaghers know about their relationship, and though it may be scary right now, it was nothing Mickey couldn’t handle.

“So,” Debbie started. “Are you guys together or something?”

Ian didn’t respond, he didn’t know how, and thankfully Mickey did. “We been together for years,” he scoffed.

“Wait, years?” Fiona raised an eyebrow. Now she was even more amused.

“Three,” Mickey said as he unlatched himself. He then went to stand next to Ian instead. “Fucking going on four though, I think.” He turned his head to Ian.

The redhead nodded. “Yeah, almost four.” He looked at his boyfriend with so much love in his eyes, which was making all the tension Mickey felt go away.

“Holy shit,” Carl and Fiona said simultaneously.

Ian then finished up the food without answering his siblings. He made a plate for himself and Mickey, and then went to the table, giving his brothers and sisters room to get themselves a plate. As the couple sat down, Ian kissed Mickey’s cheek to thank him for being so outward with their relationship.

“Ah,” Lip said. “Young love.” Mickey chucked the finger, but it was in an innocent way. It was love, and now they’re free.

Cake Batter

*NSFW* I won’t be able to think about frosting the same again. Enjoy! xxh ;)

It was a quiet and lazy morning in Harry’s apartment. The two of you had slowly gotten up and around for the day, taking your time and enjoying the rare occasion. You’d gone off to the kitchen a while ago, and Harry was still lounging on the couch, dozing off again. He was brought back to reality by your voice, calling out.

“Harry, can you come here?”

He pushed himself off of the couch and rubbed his eyes, then came around the corner to find you kneeling on the counter in front of an open cupboard. Your hands were on your hips, looking very intently for something.

“What is it, love?” he asked, leaning up against the doorframe, a bit confused.

“Do you have any vanilla? I need it for a recipe,” you explained, turning to look at him, “We’re going to your Mum’s and I told her I’d bring desert.”

He thought for a moment, confused expression painted on his face, and then his eyes grew wide as he remembered.

“I’ll grab it,” he said, “I always keep it tucked away over here because I hardly ever back anymore. Catch?”

You cupped your hands out in front of you and (thankfully) caught the small glass bottle once it left his hands, “It’s still good, right? Not an ancient bottle of vanilla from your baking days?”

He smirked, “Jus’ bought it a few months ago before the holiday, should be jus’ fine.”

You twisted the tiny cap off and took a breath in, “Smells okay to me,” you laughed, “the last thing I need is to poison your family with a cake because of bad vanilla, I’m finally starting to get on Gemma’s good side.”

“They’ll love it regardless, and you know they love you too,” he assured you, coming up behind you and grabbing your waist. He spoke into your hair, “Don’t see why anyone wouldn’t love you, you’re perfect.”

You were glad to be facing the wall, because your cheek grew red embarrassingly quick, “Harry, you know that’s the farthest thing from the truth,”

“Yeh can argue all you want, petal, but we both know I’m right,” he teased, “What are you making anyway?”

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Post Break Up Fics with a Happy Ending

Ten post break up fics, in which Louis and Harry always find their way back to each other:

The End Should Be A Good One by bananasandboots:

Summary: It doesn’t feel like falling in love, the way it had felt the first time around, easy, simple, almost like floating, wrapped up in a whirlwind of touches and kisses, late nights spent laughing breathlessly into each other’s skin. This feels broken, complicated, like every move carries the weight of their past. Like the floorboards beneath them could collapse at any moment. This doesn’t feel good.

Or, the one where Harry loses the love of his life on New Years Eve and finds him again, six months later, ready to open some poorly-stitched wounds.

Core ‘ngrato by Velvetoscar:

Summary: It’s been over a year since Louis broke up with Harry and Harry still believes in forever. And maybe the world does, too.

Far Away by dimpled_halo:

Summary: Harry swallows hard, clearing his throat. “Hi Lou,” he says, looking at Louis reluctantly. He’s even more gorgeous than he remembers, so much, he feels uneasy looking directly at him, he’s so beautiful.

Louis looks at Harry, does a quick once-over and smiles, eyes so bright and blue—just how Harry remembers. “Harold!” He gets up out of his seat and embraces him into a warm hug. It’s a friendly platonic hug; one that ends way too soon. Harry wishes it would last longer so that he can breathe Louis in and memorize his new but somehow still familiar scent. It instantly leaves his body aching for more.****

Harry returns to London after five years. Stuck in the past with “what ifs” and “what might have beens”, he sees that his friends and ex (and possible love of his life) Louis have all moved on with their lives while he finds himself questioning his own life choices, past and present.

Make My Wish Come True (Baby All I Want For Christmas Is You) by larrymylove:

Summary: Louis has just agreed to spend the holidays with his family, and to bring Harry along with him. There’s just one problem…he and Harry have broken up, and are wanting to avoid telling everyone until after the holidays. The fake/pretend relationship AU with a twist.

like a timebomb ticking by infinitelymint:

Summary: Louis loses everything. Harry’s still there.

Who Knew by sincewewereeighteen:

Summary: Louis remembers clearly the night everything fell apart.

There are moments in life you just can’t forget. For him, there are some that just will never leave his mind: singing Torn, his first Award Ceremony, What Makes You Beautiful on the radio for the first time, bus 1 with Zayn, recording Fireproof with Liam and the sound of Harry’s voice when he told Louis that he loved him, but they were done.

[OR: the one in which my mind goes to a really dark place thanks to this ridiculous reality we’re living right now and Louis cheats on Harry and gets a girl pregnant]

not ready to lose today by imsosorry:

Summary: "I don’t mean, like,“ Louis starts, coughing a bit, "I don’t think he’s become a diva or summat. I’m not trying to start shit. But like - he’s different, yeah? Or am I different?”

“Maybe neither of you is different,” Zayn suggests. “Maybe just, like, your relationship has changed.”

That much is obvious, but the way Zayn says it makes it sound profound.“

Tour’s gonna be weird as fuck,” Louis says with a laugh that’s a lot lighter than how he feels.

(Or, the one where Louis figures it out.)

a grocery list pinned to blue by dangerbears:

Summary: AU. after eight years, louis finally has everything he’s wanted. except for harry.

hold a hand for cover by vashtaneradas:

Summary: they’ve still got all the money in the world, all the big nights and bigger houses, all the people at their doors with singles and album deals and promises of more, they still have all of that, and they will forever. the only thing they’ve burnt through is each other.

or, two years after the band, harry and louis bump into each other for the first time.

god only knows what i’d be without you by squishyniall:

Summary: the one where louis and harry break up and louis’ broken without him

(or another cliché short story where management and eleanor and grimmy get in between their relationship)

Imagine Chris being a supportive fiancé. (Part A)

A/N: Part 5A, ‘cause we gotta have our main go through a bit of an obstacle. You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, and ‘She Said Yes’ - Masterlist; ‘Miss Graduate’: Part 1/Part 2A/2B/2C/Part 3/Part 4)

You hugged your laptop bag to your chest, nervously chewing on the inside of your cheek. You were about to meet with Geoffrey Davis, the head of production at New Line Cinema, to pitch your ideas as well as show him a few of the scripts you’d finished for school. When you told Chris about the materials you were taking with you for the meeting, he asked why you didn’t choose your mini series to pitch. He thought it was perfect to be turned into a television series, or even a movie. He’d read the original- the one you’d kept from Tumblr as you wrote in third person with an actual character rather than a reader insert. He believed it had a lot of potential and didn’t understand why you didn’t want to pitch it, arguing that “fan fiction or not, it’s a great story” when you turned down his suggestion because you didn’t think anyone would want to turn a fan girl’s fantasy into something for the screens.

Chris pulled into the parking lot of the studio’s headquarters and turned to you. You were so nervous and deep in your own thoughts that you didn’t notice his car had stopped, you could only hear all the voices in your head. They were all very mean, convincing you that “it’s not going to happen” and that “you are going to get rejected” and how “they probably won’t even see you.” You reached for your right earlobe and fiddled with your earring, then reached for your clover necklace with the other hand and fiddled with the pendant. These were all things you did when you were nervous, like they were capable of distracting you from your thoughts; they weren’t.

“Hey,” Chris reached over the gearbox and curled his fingers over your wrists, gently pulling them away from your jewelry. “I know you’re nervous, but you just gotta breathe.” He forced your gaze onto him, making obvious breathing movements so you could follow suit. “Okay,” one hand released your wrist to caress your face, “now you are going to be fine. Geoff and I talked, you’ve got a ten o'clock with him and he’s very excited to meet you. All you need to do is walk in there and dazzle him with your talents.”

“Dazzle,” you swallowed with a nod. “I can do dazzle.”

“I know you can,” he smiled, giving your cheek a quick brush with his thumb before returning both hands to his side. “Now I’ve got a meeting myself, so I’ll be back to pick you up. Geoff said he’s giving you an hour, so hopefully my side ends by eleven. If I’m not here when you get out, just text me and hang out at the Starbucks for a little bit.” You nodded, not ready processing what he was telling you because you were trying to focus on your breathing. “You are going to do amazing, baby.” He leaned forward and smacked a loud kiss on the side of your head, successfully drawing a smile from you. “Now go,” he chuckled, reaching over you to open your door. “Get out of my car.”

“Get out of my car?” You simultaneously scoffed and chuckled at the same time. “Is that really how a gentleman talks to his lady?” You asked as you got out, closing the door behind you. “Should really call Lisa to give his smart-ass a whooping,” you mumbled to yourself, smiling.

Chris wound down the window as you walked around to his side, “no, but I know if I don’t kick you out- you’re not going to get out.” He rested his elbow on the window’s ledge, eyes darting to his watch to remind you it was almost ten. “Hop along, little bunny. Hollywood awaits,” he beckoned his head to the entrance behind you. You turned and stared at the entrance, feet unable to move despite how much your brain told them too. “You’re going to nail it,” Chris assured you.

“As hard as you nailed me last night?” You heard yourself murmur the joke under your breath; Chris laughed, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to. “Okay,” you huffed, glancing back at him with a forced smile. “I’m going in, wish me luck.”

“Luck is for the talentless,” he winked and your forced smile became slightly more genuine. “Power couple!” He called out as you walked away from his car, making you chuckle. You held up a hand and wave at him without turning around. “Power couple indeed,” Chris smiled when he saw you disappear behind the doors, then drove off to his own meeting.

• • • • • • • •

The scene inside was incredibly overwhelming, everyone was moving at a pace you knew you’d have trouble keeping up with if you got an internship there. It was at that point that you realized how lucky you were to have someone like Chris. Yes, there would be negative repercussions, but whether or not you used the help he offered- there was going to be hell to pay anyway. This was Hollywood, whether or not you knew people- it was going to be just as hard a climb to the top. If you could have a safety line, or a partner to help you along the way- why wouldn’t you?

You took a deep breath and clutched your bag strap tightly as you made your way to the front desk. “Excuse me,” you politely tried to get the busy receptionist’s attention. “I’m here to see Geoffrey Davis, I believe I have a ten o'clock appointment. I’m Y/N Y/L/N,” you introduced yourself with a sweet smile.

Upon disclosing your name, it was like the room slowed. Suddenly, everyone stopped what they were doing and all eyes were on you. You swallowed as the whispers began and the dirty looks came. Suddenly, you remembered why you wouldn’t accept Chris’ help. Suddenly, you knew exactly what you were so afraid of.

“Y/N Y/L/N?” The receptionist practically smirked when she repeated your name. “You have a ten o'clock?” She darted her gleaming gaze from you to her computer, typing something in as she moved her mouse. “Oh yes, but I’m afraid we’re going to have to cancel.” You felt your eyes narrow slightly. “Mr. Davis isn’t in at the moment, he’s currently in New York hearing a pitch from an actual screenwriter.” You suppressed your urge to scoff by pressing your lips together. “Sorry, sweetie.” She faked the sweetest smile at you which induced a fist clench.

“I’m guessing I shouldn’t come back at a later time?” You remained your professional composure, smiling politely as you spoke calmly. You already knew this was going to happen, as much as you wanted to cry or get mad- you couldn’t because you’d prepared yourself. You had to just suck it up and leave like you’d promised you would when it happened.

“No, you shouldn’t.” Her eyes weren’t even on you as she said that, she had returned her focus to whatever she was working on on her computer. The phone rang and she picked it up, waving you off with a hand when she realized you were still standing there. “New Line Cinema, Rebecca speaking. How may I be of assistance?”

You sighed as you turned around, making your way to the exit. You heard the whispers as you walked past, like the knife Rebecca had twisted into your heart wasn’t enough. It was like you were walking through a minefield, each step was another blow sending shattered pieces of your heart and soul sky high.

“Of course Geoffrey wasn’t going to meet with her, why would he waste his time?”

“She thinks that just because she’s Chris Evans’ fiancé, she’s entitled to a meeting.”

“I have no idea what he sees in her, she’s an unemployed twenty-one year old graduate.”

“She’s a child compared to him, not to mention a complete nobody. I don’t know why he’d-”

You got out before you could hear the end of that sentence. You knew being with Chris had its uphill battles, you’d been through quite a bit during your time with him- even when you were just a friend. The paparazzi and the fans- they pounced on you any chance they got, criticizing you whenever you made a mistake. Sometimes you didn’t even have to do anything, you could be squinting at the sun while walking with Chris and they’d come up with a new headline ‘Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N’s relationship are on the rocks!’ Then of course, there was the social status and age gap; you were twenty-one and a nobody, and Chris was thirty-eight and a world-famous movie star. It was puzzling for those who didn’t know the relationship, it didn’t make sense. But it didn’t matter what they thought- it hurt hearing it, but it didn’t matter because you and Chris knew why you were together and that was enough.

You had an hour to kill now, an hour to get your story together so you could tell Chris what happened in a way that wouldn’t make him angry at everyone at New Line Cinema. You were probably going to have to lie for that to happen, but you both agreed you’d be honest about things so…This was going to be a bit of a sticky situation for you. You sighed and crossed the road to go sit in the Starbucks and work on your story, as well as have a drink to soothe yourself.

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Part 5B

wake up, i don’t want you gone

thank u @notbrogues for the encouragement !!!

When Cas dies, it hurts.

It hurts like a bitch.

You know when people say it gets better with time, and you just need time to adjust or whatever. Learn to deal with your grief like it was nothing, and one day just see it as a sad little memory that has no effect on you besides the fact it happened. That it was inevitable. That’s what Dean tells himself anyway. He knew the dangers of having anyone remotely close to him would in someway end in a horrible conclusion no one wants to face.

When Cas dies, it’s like everything Dean has known flies through a window.

His wings are burned onto the soil beneath Dean’s knees. It’s like the first time he and Cas met. The shadows of what revealed the truth about Castiel’s being. Dean reaches over and feels the ash of once beautiful wings. The outline in the dirt is broken by the wind, as Dean runs his fingers through the remains. The ground is soft. Good burial ground, is Dean’s next thought.

He looks at Cas’ corpse, his eyes shut and his face expressionless. Dean knows this image will be burnt into his brain. He can feel tears spike again, as he remembers Cas’ last glow as the Angel blade pierces through his torso.

No. Dean said. No.

Cas collapses onto the floor. Lucifer smiles. Mary’s gone. Sam leaves him to find the Nephilim.

Cas is still dead. On his knees, he can see how Cas’ vessel has aged with them. Cas had become apart of The Grand Winchester Adventure as much as they had. The many fucking events in the life of Castiel, and he still thinks him and Sam were the best part.

Dean doesn’t want to burn him. Or get rid of any part of him. He wants Cas to stay. He feels anger course through him as if his very core was setting itself on fire, and suddenly he’s not sad Cas died. He’s beyond being sad about his fucking best friend leaving him time and time again. Dean’s angry at himself that he couldn’t get Cas to stay. To stay with him when he needed Cas most. And the fucker kept leaving. I needed to come back with a win for you.

Yet Dean never told him that Cas being by his side was enough. Seeing Cas everyday would’ve made Dean’s life so much happier - all he did now was wait for him. He kept worrying his ass off like Cas couldn’t take care of himself, or how Cas always had the best intentions. But Dean just wanted Cas to stay.

I need you.

Cas is gone, and Dean feels the weight and guilt of it upon his shoulders. Fuck. Fuck. He just - he just thought they’d be better together. Who knew Dean would cosy up with an angel? Tell him that eight years ago and he’d tell you to shove it up your own. But now it’s like Dean’s whole life has to come to a stop right in the middle of the road, waiting to be run over by whatever wants to kill him next. Do Angels go to Heaven once they die? Or do they just cease to exist and no matter what deal Dean pulls he can never get Cas back?

Dean keeps falling further until he’s on the ground next to Cas’ dead body, legs folded together as his shins touch the cool ground. He wraps his arms around Cas, bringing it closer to himself, and feels the warmth seep through his fingers already. Colder and colder. Dead, and gone.

Dean feels his tears drip down his face and splatters on Cas’ trench coat like the last droplets of paint in a bucket. Cas’ weight in his arms solidifies Cas’ death, a small part of Dean hoping it was just a really fucked up nightmare. He can’t help but shake the body gently.

“Cas,” He says, like a forbidden word. “Wake up, buddy. Angels don’t sleep.” He feels his hands shaking underneath Cas’ back, a mixture of cold and disbelief numbs the pain a little. “Cas.” He says, with a broken sob.

Out of everything that happened in Dean’s life, he’s never felt more broken than when Cas remains unmoving in his arms. A wave of emotions makes him finally register what happened just mere moments ago. Cas is dead.

Dean buries his head into Cas’ torso, breathes deeply before letting loose all the pent up emotion. Deep, heart-wrenching sobs consume him and his whole being.

“I love you.” He says to no one. “I love you. Please. Please.”

Cas doesn’t respond.

okay but au where dean and cas are best friends and dean comes over to cas’ house but on the way to his room he stops by cas’ sister’s room to say hi to her parrot. 

and the parrot goes “i think i’m in love with dean” and dean’s just like wtf but then anna comes in all hysterically nervous laughter trying to cover for her brother and she’s all like “haha yeah i’m totally in love with you haha i just didn’t tell you ‘cause you’re cas’ best friend and you’d never return my feelings haha” 

and dean’s like shit she’s right because he’s already more or less in love with cas but then cas comes in to find dean and the parrot says “castiel i can’t believe you’re in love with dean” and dean’s like “what is the truth” and anna’s like “gotta blast” and that’s how dean and cas get together. 

because of the damn parrot.


Requested by: Anonymous
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Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 1.1K
Warnings: Angst, swearing, fighting

A/N: Sorry for only making this a short one, but I actually planned to include this idea in a future fic series!

It hadn’t been long since Tony had reluctantly agreed to allow Team Cap move back into the compound, and there was still an uncomfortable vibe that hung around. But everyone was trying their best to move on, to mend relationships and forgive. It was a tentative step in the right direction. Bucky was still dealing with life after Wakanda; T’Challa’s people had successfully removed the trigger words, but he was could never forget the faces of the people The Winter Soldier had murdered.

You tried your best to be there for him, to be a good girlfriend, but there was only so much that you could do. This was a personal journey for him, he wouldn’t be able to heal until he allowed himself to. You understood his pain, having been used by Hydra yourself. Nightmares still haunted you.

Tony gives you a soft smile as he places a coffee mug next to you, “You should really get some sleep, kid,”

You make sure to keep a nonchalant expression on your face, “Nah,” you dismiss.

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Summary: Confession of feelings and semi-awkward first date with Leonard McCoy.

Warnings: Nope


“So, what are you up to this evening?” you asked when you caught up with him.

“Well, I would study for that tactics exam but Jim’s probably going to try to drag me out to a bar,” he shrugged.

“Do you want to come by my place?”

“Don’t you have plans with what’s his face?”

“Nah, I turned him down.”

Leonard looked over at you and raised an eyebrow. “He’s been hitting on you for nearly two weeks.”

“Your point?”

“Have you just bene stringing him along?”

“I’ve been turning him down every time he asks me out. Not my fault he’s persistent.”

“You should go out with him. He clearly likes you and seems like a decent guy.”

“And I don’t like him. I have my eye on someone else.”

“Oh, do you now? Why haven’t asked him out?”

“Because it’s not time to yet,” you answered before splitting off from him. “See you at seven?”

“Yeah, unless Jim physically drags me out,” he called after you.

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Things you said when you were hurt

There were a lot of things Peter didn’t like doing: laundry; the dishes; any kind of cleaning, really. But laying on the ground and slowly bleeding to death from a gunshot wound had just rocketed to the top of the list.

“Gamora,” he gasped.

“Don’t talk!” She pressed her hands more firmly over the hole in his shoulder, which ow. “Rocket!” she shouted. “Where are you with the ship?”

Peter didn’t hear what Rocket said in response – his ear piece had been knocked out when he fell back. But he knew Rocket had taken off several minutes ago to retrieve the ship, while Gamora had fallen to her knees by his side to put pressure on the wound. Drax stood a little in front of them, picking off any of the remaining Sakaraans who hadn’t retreated yet.  

“Gamora,” he tried again. His vision was starting to blur, and he needed to get this out. “I have to tell you –“

“Whatever it is, it can wait,” she said firmly, but he could see the desperation in her eyes. He’d always loved her eyes.

“I can’t… take the chance,” he wheezed. It was getting harder and harder to form words.  

“Peter, no.” She was still pressing hard onto his wound, but her voice was unsteady. “You’re not going to die! If you die, I swear I’ll kill you.”

“’Mora,” he said quietly. He had to say this. She already knew, because Mantis blurted it out, but there was no way he was going to die without telling her himself. “I love you.”

“Dammit, Peter, shut up, you can’t just say it like this!” she yelled. “You’re going to be fine!”

He hated to see the pain on her face, but his last thought before everything faded to black was at least now she knows for sure.

Things were a lot better when he woke up. He wasn’t in nearly as much pain, this hospital bed was a lot comfier than the dirt, and Gamora was still there – with a considerably less agonized expression, which was always a plus.

She was sitting in a chair pulled up close to his bed, leaning back slightly with her eyes closed, but he didn’t think she was asleep. She was holding her sword in one hand, like she was ready to slay someone at a moment’s notice.

He gave himself a few seconds to stare at her and be thankful he was still alive to do so before he croaked out, “G’mora?”

Her eyes snapped open. “Peter,” she gasped. “You’re up!” Her relief was clear in every syllable; how long had he been out? It couldn’t have been that long, since she was still in the same clothes. He could see the blood stains on her shirt.

She sat up in her chair and passed him a cup of water. She watched him the entire time he drank it, and he’d barely moved it away from his lips when she took it from him and set it back down.

“How do you feel?”

“Okay,” he said truthfully. They must have given him something good, because he could only feel the pain in his shoulder when he moved. “What about the others?”

“They’re fine,” she said. “Actually, I was supposed to call them when you woke up.” She made no move to do so, though. Her eyes kept moving from his face to his shoulder to the screens monitoring his vital signs.

“Where are we?”

“Nova hospital. That bullet nicked one of your arteries,” she said. Then she muttered something about fragile Terran biology. Which reminded him why he was there in the first place, which reminded him of what he’d said while he was bleeding out.

He wasn’t really sure whether or not he should be sorry for it – not for saying that he loved her, because it was true and he was pretty sure she knew it, but just the way he said it. What if she’d thought he only said it because he thought he was about to die?

“I meant it, you know,” he told her.

“What?” she asked hesitantly, which made him think she had an idea of where he was going.  

“When I said I love you.” He made himself look her in the eye, even though his heart had suddenly decided to lodge itself in his throat. “I do.”

“Oh,” she said, a couple thousand emotions flickering across her face.

“You don’t have to say it back,” he said quickly. “I just wanted you to know.”

There was something scared in Gamora’s eyes that Peter wanted to make go away. The truth was, he knew she loved him, and he also knew that she wasn’t quite ready to say it yet.  

“I missed you while I was unconscious,” he said, which startled a laugh out of her.

“How would you – nevemind.” She shook her head, the fear in her eyes starting to dissipate. 

“And I wanna kiss you, but it hurts to move.”

“That sounds like a problem.”

“Baaaaaabe,” he whined, pouting.

She smiled indulgently, standing up so she could lean over and kiss him. She held the godslayer in one hand and was cupping his face with the other, and at that moment it didn’t matter to Peter that he was lying in a hospital bed with a hole in his shoulder; as was always the case when he kissed her, he felt like could stay there forever.  

(The Chris Evans Mini Series - One Shots)

Imagine having late nights with Chris and your son.

A/N: Feeling a lot of Daddy!Chris vibes, so I decided to write this little one shot. Inspired by my own nights, as well as a conversation with @chrisevans-imagines and a cute little prompt from @catch-me-im-a-falling-star ❤️

You’d sent Chris and Jack in the living room after their attempt to help clean up after dinner ended with another soap foam fight. Between your three boys- Chris, Dodger, and Jack- Dodger was probably the most helpful and he was a dog. You didn’t understand it, they were perfectly helpful when it was just one of them- have them together and it’d always end with a soap foam fight; you were just grateful dinner was always before bathtub. It was like you had two kids, though you were only meant to have one and a mature husband.

The words ‘mature’ and 'Chris’- they didn’t mesh when it came to your son, he spent too much time playing and joking around with Jack. It was because of that that Jack listened to you more when disciplinary actions had to be made. It wasn’t that he didn’t respect Chris- his dad could be authoritative if he really needed to be- he was just so used to his playful, jokey dad. To Jack, everything Chris did seemed like another joke or prank. So even when Chris was lecturing him at dinner for playing fetch with Dodger using a meatball from his spaghetti, Jack just giggled until you stepped in.

“Bath time,” you called as you walked towards the living room. “Oh my God,” you laughed when you found Chris dragging your eighteen month old around on a towel, singing 'A Whole New World’. Dodger stopped jumping around Jack and padded over to you, nudging his head into your leg so you’d scratch his head. “What are the two of you doing?” You leaned against the arch frame, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Daddy’s showing me a whole new world!” Jack giggled whereas Chris released the grips he had on the corners of the towel and turned to you. You shook your head at him, suppressing your urge to laugh. “Again, Daddy!” Jack bounced excitedly on the floor, clapping. “Again, again!”

“No,” you shook your head, pushing your weight off the frame and onto your feet. “It’s bath time,” you clapped your hands together, “let’s go.” Jack pouted, giving Chris his best puppy dog eyes because he knew it wouldn’t work on you. “Jack, let’s go. Up and at it, come on.”

“I can’t, I’m dying.” He flopped himself on the ground, closing his eyes as he played dead. Dodger walked over and sniffed Jack, making him giggle softly as he continued to play dead. You and Chris chuckled because it was almost the same every night; he wanted all play and no bath time or bed time. Once again, you blamed Chris; he knew from the way you were looking at him.

“Okay, Jack Jack.” Chris picked him up; Jack giggled and squirmed in his dad’s arms. “We gotta go have a bath. Everyone has baths- Dodger has baths. It’s a vital part of our day, even Captain America has baths.” Jack grinned at the sound of his favorite superhero and stopped squirming, wrapping his arms around his dad’s neck. “And we can continue our soap foam fight without Mama getting in the way,” you heard Chris whisper into Jack’s ear as he winked at you. “I’m going to win this time,” he told Jack, walking towards the stairs; Dodger followed them, tail wagging excitedly. “I won’t be holding back.”

“Me neither,” Jack grinned.

“Do me a favor and keep the water in the tub?” You asked and your boys looked back at you.

“We’ll try, Mama.” Both responded after sharing a cheeky smile and you chuckled, watching as they disappeared into the bathroom. You could hear laughter even at the bottom of the steps; you smiled then headed for your home office to get some work done.

• • • • • • • •

Jack laid between you and Chris as the two of you read him to sleep. All three of you had showered, and were nice and comfy tucked under his Winnie the Pooh covers. Dodger, on the other hand, laid on the floor with his head on Jack’s beanbag. After Jack’s bath- where Chris psyched him up with another soap foam fight- he was now too excitable to go to sleep. Even after you and Chris read him two stories, and made up one where he took over Captain America’s shield and fought bad guys with Uncle Seba’s Bucky Barnes and Uncle Anthony’s Sam Wilson- he still wouldn’t let the two of you go to bed. You were tired after a pretty long day of interviews and meetings and- being a parent. You wanted to sleep, you needed to sleep. Chris could tell, your eyelids were getting incredibly heavy unlike your son’s.

“Okay, bud.” Chris sat up straight, leaning against Jack’s headboard. “I know you’re not tired, but you’re going to have to try to sleep anyway. So close your eyes,” he instructed your son, who did the opposite widening his eyes with a cheeky smile. “Close,” he chuckled, covering Jack’s face with his hand and gently forcing his eyelids close with his fingers. “Okay, good.” He smiled when he pulled his hand away to reveal that Jack was doing as he instructed. “Now we’re going to take some slow, deep breaths.”

“Oh God,” you whispered to yourself as you yawned, covering your mouth with your hand. Chris’ slow and soothing voice was putting you right to sleep. You remembered saying his voice was the reason they wanted him to go on Ceebies to read bedtime stories. You also remembered teasing him, saying his audience would consist of more girls and ladies than kids.

“Hey,” Chris reached over Jack and tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. “Go to bed, I’ll finish up here.” He mouthed so Jack wouldn’t hear and start fussing about you leaving, which he has done before and would do again. “I can handle it,” he assured you when you shook your head.

“Can I watch SpongeBob?” Jack quizzed, reopening his eyes to glance between you and Chris. You and Chris shared a confused look, which dispersed when Jack explained, “Mama says SpongeBob helps her sleep.” You bit back your smile when Chris shot you a look, one that said 'I told you not to share that piece of information’. “Maybe SpongeBob help me sleep too.” He looked up at you, grinning. “Whooooooooo,” he began to sing, only to have you cover his mouth with your hand. “Lives in a pineapple under the sea? SpongeBob SquarePants!” He sang against your hand, making the two of you laugh.

Both of you looked at the clock, it was only 7:21PM and his bedtime was technically 8:30PM. You just usually tucked him in earlier so he could wind down and sleep by eight-thirty, not get his excitable butt into bed at eight-thirty. You looked at Chris with raised brows, silently asking him for his opinion. He shrugged, knowing that you were the real decision maker when it came to things like that. That, and you were the one who’d had a long day. If anyone needed him asleep as soon as possible, it was you.

“If we let you watch one,” you emphasized, “episode of SpongeBob. Will you promise you’ll try and go to sleep, even if you’re not tired?” You asked Jack, who nodded vigorously. “Okay then,” you got off his bed and held out your arms. “One episode, do you understand me?” He nodded and climbed out of his covers, letting you scoop him up and carry him to your bedroom with Chris and Dodger following behind the both of you.

“I can’t say I understand your fascination with SpongeBob SquarePants,” Chris chuckled as he turned on the television and the streaming device you had connected to it. You sat Jack down on the bed where Dodger hopped up, settling in front of Jack who hugged him tightly. “It’s no Disney, I’ll say that much.” You rolled your eyes as you walked over, snatching the remote from Chris so you could pick a good episode.

“You are such a hypocrite,” you nudged him with your elbow. “You laugh louder than me when we watch it, Mr. I’m-too-good-for-SpongeBob.” He laughed and hugged you from behind, nuzzling his face into your neck. “Stop,” you laughed and squirmed, trying to navigate cursor on the screen with your remote. “Do you want to go to bed, or not?”

“There are a million things I’d rather do at seven twenty-five than go to bed,” he whispered flirtatiously into your ear and you rolled your eyes, biting back your smile. “Not that we can do anything with two bugs in our bed,” he bit playfully as he pulled away from you to join Jack and Dodger. “You two are a menace,” he tickled both Jack and Dodger; one giggled hysterically, while the other barked and playfully nipped at Chris’ hand.

You pulled up 'The Camping Episode’ and walked over to join your three favorites in your big king sized bed. “Once this episode is done,” you turned to Jack with the remote pointed at the TV and your finger hovering over the play button. “We’re taking you back to your room and you are going to bed. Do we have an agreement, Jack?” He pressed his lips together as he pondered. “Jack,” you pressed, raising your brows.

“Okay, Mama.”

You pressed play and the four of you enjoyed some SpongeBob before bed. You tried very hard to keep your eyes open, but you fell asleep before SpongeBob could sing his Campfire Song Song. Jack didn’t, and he sang the song with great enthusiasm and finesse which made Chris laugh. They may have been loud, but your sleep was not disturbed. Hence why after that episode, your three boys watched another three more before Jack got tired and Chris tucked him into bed and kissed Dodger’s head before returning to you. He turned off all the lights except for the lamp on his bedside table, then climbed into bed and shuffled closer to you. His arm rested lazily over your waist and he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, breathing you in.

“You’re such a pushover,” Chris heard you mumble and he chuckled. “Honestly, Chris.” You smiled because you loved that Chris was, it showed how much he loved you and your son. He smiled too because he could hear that you were only teasing; his smile widened when your hand gripped at his forearm, pressing his arm tighter against you. “There comes a time and place where you have to learn to be more assertive.”

“Like now?” He smirked, whispering suggestively as he pressed a tender kiss on your neck. You chuckled softly, not even bothering to open your eyes because Chris knew better. “When I need my own kind of help to sleep?”

“Start with your son, then move up to the wife.”

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I love feedback! Critique is greatly appreciated! This one’s long. In my book long = better in most cases. LONG AND CUUUUUUUTE. I’m in a lee mood so I’m actually writing again. Like a lot. Also my god this is cute (at least to me) like for fucks sake i was blushing the whole way through writing this. aND ALSO I STILL SUCK AT TITLES

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Okay so!! this is my first time writing a fic 4 bmc but its rly short sorry lmao

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Word Count: 1,861
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I love feedback! Critique is greatly appreciated! How’s this? Idk but like I ADORE the idea of little kid!jack and little kid!mark its the BEST god i personally think this is aDORABLE but IDK 

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Adam asked “Yo Elias, you sure the girls from your apartment the other night are coming??”

“Yes, Sana said they would be there” Elias said exasperated answering this question for what felt like the 100th time. There was some cheering and High Fives from the guys.

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Yuri beams up at him, small, chubby hands clutching a slip of green paper. On it, he’s clumsily written, Make me Beka’s bride!! twice, in both Russian and Japanese. Demanding even with his wishes.

Otabek pets Yuri on the head. “That’s cute, Yura,” he says. “But unlikely to happen.”

“Eh?” Yuri doesn’t stop waving the paper around like a flag. “Why?”

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Yuri’s lower lip wobbles. His big, blue eyes fill with tears.

Oh no, Otabek thinks weakly.

“D-does Beka-nii h-hate me…?” He sniffles. “Beka-nii doesn’t want to marry me…?”

Ah, jeez. He brushes away Yuri’s tears with the back of his knuckles. He leans in closer. “Then, when you turn sixteen like me,” he says. “If on the Tanabata like today, you still want to marry me - ” he sticks out his pinky finger, “Then I’ll marry you.”

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