her name is louise i think

You know what i really love about Louise from Bob’s Burgers? Despite being the “evil mastermind” she’s still just a little girl. She still gets crushes on boy band members, and she still wears dresses, and she still loves her stuffed animals and has a favourite toy, which she’s named. She does voices for them too, she hates taking medicine, and above all she loves her family. She’s just a little kid and her mischievous abilities never undermine that, and I think it’s just really awesome. Kudos to the writers for making her so real

4. “So we’re stuck with each other?”

    guys i never wanna ask much of you but pls give me some feedback bc i am super nervous about this fic idk why pls

words: 13k

warning: this will make u sad :( bc sad and scared Dan Howell

Summary: “Straight Guy Worries He’s Being Homophobic To Gay Roommate, Realizes He’s Fallen In Love With Him.”

      “You want to what?”

Dan chomped down on his crisps and held a finger up. His friend stared back at him and waited a bit impatiently for him to swallow.

“Move out.” Dan chewed another chip. “And get a roommate.” Dan said after swallowing.

Caspar was quiet before bursting into laughter which surprised Dan.

“What?”

“You’re scared of people, buddy.”

Dan stuck the finger up as he ate the rest of his chips. He thought about what Caspar said and rolled his eyes. He wasn’t scared of people…. he didn’t like people he didn’t know or feel comfortable with.

Didn’t that damn Pineapple Boy know the difference?

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I like to think that the information we’ve gotten about the american magical world comes entirely from outdated Hogwarts textbooks. like there’s a chapter in Hogwarts: a History on the wizarding school it inspired in america. and of course a bunch of it is exactly what happened…if you ignore everything that doesn’t make the old country look fabulous. Because of course the school based on Hogwarts,  founded by an Irish Immigrant, descendant of a Hogwarts founder would be the first and best and only decent wizarding school in America. Imagine teenage/early 20’s Hermione visiting the USA and realizing the chapter on Ilvermorney in “Hogwarts, a History” was  half entirely outdated and half colonial propaganda. like, she ’s in a room full of american wizards, and causally asks one which house she was in in Ilvermorny, and the other’s all, “oh, well, I actually didn’t go to Ilvermorny, I’m from Texas and I attended Nuestra Señora del los Milagros. Um…lesse, George and Ani both had after school programs, at least I know George was trained with the other magical children in his tribe, and I think Ani had a sort of cram school dojo thing she would port key to. Louise went to a magical school in New Orleans whose name I can’t pronounce right and which is pretty secretive, so you’d have to ask her about it. It definitely wasn’t one of your traditional English style boarding schools though. um, Saria is from Utah, and her no-maj school had free periods available for religious or magical studies during the school day. I think out of all of us only Sinjin and William went to Ilvermorny, but I think Sinjin was expelled for protesting the house names, fairly creatively I might add. Honestly it’s mostly upper class and traditional families that send their kids all the way to Ilvermorny nowadays, it’s just not that practical, even if you want a traditionally English magical education.”

When Hades decided he loved this girl
he built for her a duplicate of earth,
everything the same, down to the meadow,
but with a bed added.
Everything the same, including sunlight,
because it would be hard on a young girl
to go so quickly from bright light to utter darkness
Gradually, he thought, he’d introduce the night,
first as the shadows of fluttering leaves.
Then moon, then stars. Then no moon, no stars.
Let Persephone get used to it slowly.
In the end, he thought, she’d find it comforting.
A replica of earth
except there was love here.
Doesn’t everyone want love?
He waited many years,
building a world, watching
Persephone in the meadow.
Persephone, a smeller, a taster.
If you have one appetite, he thought,
you have them all.
Doesn’t everyone want to feel in the night
the beloved body, compass, polestar,
to hear the quiet breathing that says
I am alive, that means also
you are alive, because you hear me,
you are here with me. And when one turns,
the other turns—
That’s what he felt, the lord of darkness,
looking at the world he had
constructed for Persephone. It never crossed his mind
that there’d be no more smelling here,
certainly no more eating.
Guilt? Terror? The fear of love?
These things he couldn’t imagine;
no lover ever imagines them.
He dreams, he wonders what to call this place.
First he thinks: The New Hell. Then: The Garden.
In the end, he decides to name it
Persephone’s Girlhood.
A soft light rising above the level meadow,
behind the bed. He takes her in his arms.
He wants to say I love you, nothing can hurt you
but he thinks
this is a lie, so he says in the end
you’re dead, nothing can hurt you
which seems to him
a more promising beginning, more true.
—  Louise Glück, A Myth of Devotion
Red, Lies and 'I Love You's

Summary: Phil and trans!Dan are at Playlist Live and run into a complication when Dan gets his period during a meetup. Phil and Louise come to the rescue. Fluff.

Warnings: ftm transgender dysphoria, mentions of blood, swearing

Word Count: 6.8k

Disclaimer: I don’t identify as transgender, so if there are any inaccuracies or things I should change, let me know. The feeling of dysphoria described is based on my personal experience from identifying as agender (more or less - it’s complicated).

A/N: It’s been two weeks since I posted so I thought I’d finish off a fic I started a while back. I have a number of others up my sleeve which I’ll hopefully get done soon. Hope you enjoy.


It was the first day of Playlist Live and Dan and I had woken up really early from the jet lag. Our morning hadn’t been too busy; we ordered some room service for breakfast and spent a while editing and scrolling tumblr on our laptops, in our pyjamas.

Eventually the time came when we had to attend a panel. Dan was a bit hesitant to get dressed, telling me that his chest seemed really achy and sensitive today. There wasn’t really anything we could do, so he reluctantly put his binder on and we got on with the day.

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When Hades decided he loved this girl
he built for her a duplicate of earth,
everything the same, down to the meadow,
but with a bed added.

Everything the same, including sunlight,
because it would be hard on a young girl
to go so quickly from bright light to utter darkness

Gradually, he thought, he’d introduce the night,
first as the shadows of fluttering leaves.
Then moon, then stars. Then no moon, no stars.
Let Persephone get used to it slowly.
In the end, he thought, she’d find it comforting.

A replica of earth
except there was love here.
Doesn’t everyone want love?

He waited many years,
building a world, watching
Persephone in the meadow.
Persephone, a smeller, a taster.
If you have one appetite, he thought,
you have them all.

Doesn’t everyone want to feel in the night
the beloved body, compass, polestar,
to hear the quiet breathing that says
I am alive, that means also
you are alive, because you hear me,
you are here with me. And when one turns,
the other turns—

That’s what he felt, the lord of darkness,
looking at the world he had
constructed for Persephone. It never crossed his mind
that there’d be no more smelling here,
certainly no more eating.

Guilt? Terror? The fear of love?
These things he couldn’t imagine;
no lover ever imagines them.

He dreams, he wonders what to call this place.
First he thinks: The New Hell. Then: The Garden.
In the end, he decides to name it
Persephone’s Girlhood.

A soft light rising above the level meadow,
behind the bed. He takes her in his arms.
He wants to say I love you, nothing can hurt you

but he thinks
this is a lie, so he says in the end
you’re dead, nothing can hurt you
which seems to him
a more promising beginning, more true.

—  A Myth of Devotion by Louise Gluck
Miss Nothing - Miss Everything Sequel - Request

Originally requested by @mrsdeanfuckingwinchester: Dean x reader have been married for years, she gets pregnant, but he doesn’t want it. She leaves but never moves on. He ends up in another relationship and about to marry her. At the altar, he decides he needs to be with reader and their child.
Sequel requested by @winsmut (I need more), @essie1876 (I need to know what happens!!!), @mrs–banner (MOOOREEEEE AHHH), @a-stupid-pretty-girl-u-to-know (Part 2 for Miss Everything please?!?), @thoughtsfromtheam (Miss Everything is… everything… part 2??), anon ( ‘Miss Everything’, do you think that you could do a part2, …), @leoqueen-maha ( OH MY CASTIEL!!! Does he find her? How? When? I NEED A MISS EVERYTHING SEQUEL PLEASE!…)

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word count: 3,951

Warnings: Daddy issues, I guess // I changed the time line a little for the sake of the story, as well. Also, un-edited because this is damn long and I had zero time.

A/N: Call me the angry mother with daddy issues from now on. This was a relief to write.

**Remember this is for the Sequel Friday special. ;)

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|Miss Everything|

It took him months, almost a year, but he finally located (Y/N). His heart skipped a beat when he saw her walking out of her house.

It wasn’t much of a big deal, it was small but it looked cozy and pretty, perfect for a child. Dean noticed a little plastic Barbie car at the front yard and butterfly stickers at one of the windows from the two story house.

She looked great. She had let her hair grow a bit more, and her face kept the youthful shinning he adored so much. She looked like someone who had gained and lost too much weight in a short amount of time, yet she looked gorgeous.

Dean was parked at the other side of the street, admiring her from afar, leaning on his black car. She hadn’t noticed him; she was picking up the toys from the entrance before leaving. Dean noticed a classic ford mustang in a delicious red colour. He remembered her love for classic cars, but was also pleased to see a children seat at the back.

He observed, patiently, dreaming of the minute her eyes connected with his – he had dreamt it ever since he left the Church and began his search for her – how her (Y/E/C) would show her the same heart-warming love and would shed happy tears; and her bright pink lips forming the biggest grin of them all… And how she would run to him, to hold him tightly not wanting to let him go. And Dean would apologize and make her all the kinds of promises he couldn’t do back in the day; and he would meet his child and they would be a family.

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Glad we met (Dan Howell imagine) Part 1

Here is the new series of writing on this blog! So just like Psycho Dan, there will be more parts for this, so if this ends on a cliffhanger don’t worry!

Y/l/n= Your last name      

Enjoy!

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“Aren’t you excited?” Louise squealed, as me, Zoe and Carrie bundled into the lift. Today was Vidcon 2017 and to answer Louise’s question, I was so excited, I generally felt like the excitement was going to ooze out of me like syrup on a pancake. This was my second Vidcon so I knew how things worked and what was happening throughout the day. 

Zoe laughed “Quiet chummy, there’s other people in this hotel you know!” we all burst out laughing while Louise went red. “Sorry, I’m just so excited!” 

“Don’t worry, we all are!” Carrie joined in. “I mean imagine how I feel, it’s only my first!” I put my hand on her shoulder. “You have nothing to worry about, I remember my first and it turned out to be the best experience of my life!”

Before Carrie could respond, the ding of the lift interrupted us, sliding the doors open at the same time. We all rushed out into the lobby where Alfie, Caspar, Jack, Dean, Jim, Marcus, Tanya, Naomi and Joe were waiting for us. 

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Originally posted by castelnou

Dating Steve Rogers would include…

  • It doesn’t take Steve long to figure out he has a crush on you
  • Or to realize he isn’t subtle at all in showing it
  • Oh, the hints he has left…
  • But you’re stubborn and in all honesty, you refuse to even acknowledge the fact that Captain friggin’ America could ever like you in that way
  • So you pushed aside your feelings and focused on your work with Bruce instead
    • Science
    • More science
    • Steve doesn’t understand all this science
  • “Bruce, I need a rundown on biochemistry and if you happen to know why (Y/N) likes it so much…”
    • “Ask them yourself, Steve. Or go ask Tony. I don’t really do gossip”
    • “It’s not gossiping! I’m just trying to know more…”
  • Bruce eventually gets tired of Steve’s constant questions and kicks him out the lab, where he ‘accidentally’ runs into you
    • Thank you, Bruce
  • It’s then, staring at your wide-eyed gaze and the way your lips are parted like you’re bursting with things to say, that he decides that this is it
  • “Would you like to go out for dinner sometime? Movie? Coffee? Pizza?”
  • For a while you stand there, motionless and your heart hammering in your chest before you quickly shake your head, clearing your thoughts
    • “Uh, yeah! I’d love to, Steve”
    • “Great! How does this Friday sound? I’ll pick you up at seven?”
    • “It’s a date”
  • Steve’s rushing down the hall afterwards, wanting to let everyone know he finally grew a backbone and asked you out
    • Holy shit they said yes. Shit, where do I take them? 
    • “Nat! I need your help!”
  • The two of you go out to one the many science museums around the city
    • “I was there for that! I stole the show!”
    • “Steve, of course you were there. You were the test subject”
    • “Still pretty cool though, right?”
    • “I don’t know…skinny, dorky Steve must’ve been pretty amazing too”
  • He just wants to kiss you so badly but he’s from the 40s, damn it, and gentlemen wait
  • “So what was it like? The serum, I mean”
    • “Lots of needles”
    • “Well, yeah, obvious”
    • “Lots of pain”
    • “Again, obvious, Steve. I want broader details”
    • “…Perseverance. They wanted to stop in the middle of it but I had a chance to do something great, bigger than me, to help put an end to the war. I told them to keep going and they did and I…God, for months I was the poster-boy for America”
    • “Yeah, but you said “fuck it” and went off on your own anyway. Now that is a stand-up guy, Rogers”
  • You barely focus on any of the exhibits because Steve’s just much more interesting than the 3-D models and videos
  • He’s just so easy to talk to and you found yourself laughing more than you had in weeks
  • The two of you end the date with ice cream on a bench at a nearby park
    • “I’ve had a really great time tonight, Steve. I honestly can’t remember when I’ve had this much fun”
    • “That’s what I was aiming for”
    • “You know what would make it better, though?”
    • “What?”
    • “If you threw away your rules and regulations and kissed me”
  • And hell, did that man kiss you
  • Steve is a talker and he always knows when something’s up
  • He knows when you’re feeling homesick and will literally drop everything to book you on the next flight home
    • “Relax, it’s paid vacation. Banner actually told me the last vacation you took was last year. You need this”
  • The man loves to draw you too
  • You’ll catch him a lot with his sketchbook in his lap and you’d peer over his shoulder to see him putting finishing touches on your face
  • The man loves to have some type of physical contact with you
  • Specifically when the two of you are holding hands; he just loves the soothing circles you make with your thumb and he’ll always bring your hand up to his lips
  • ‘Cause let’s face it, Steve is the type to worship
  • Especially body worshiping
  • The first night the two of you finally got intimate with one another, he was all about the compliments, planting kisses on every dip and curve and piece of skin he could find
  • He’s usually the one in control but damn, does he like it when it’s reversed
    • No more being the leader of the team
    • He can finally let go
    • Plus, you are damn hot on top
  • At first, Bucky is a little apprehensive. He’s still getting used to everything and now his best friend is in a relationship and he can’t keep up
  • But you become quick friends with him, always helping him in any way you can and even taking him to one of the local shelters
  • He never says it outright, but everyone knows he wants a pet and that day he got a black cat and named her Louise because Sam got him hooked on Bob’s Burgers and that man was a sucker for bad-girl-nice-girl Louise
  • You and Sam are constantly playing pranks on one another
  • Sam has a military background and you have a science background - things can get pretty sticky around the Tower
  • Clint and Tony are constantly teasing you and Steve
    • “Hey, when you two go at it tonight, think you could keep it down? I value my sleep”
    • “Don’t you take your hearing aids out at night, Clint?”
    • “YOU TWO ARE JUST SO DAMN LOUD”
  • When Steve comes back home from week-long missions, you’re always so shocked to see he didn’t have a chance to shave
    • “Holy - what happened to my Steve? No, wait, I could get used to this… Clothes, off, now. I wanna feel the burn in the morning!”
  • You’re a nervous wreck when Steve goes off on missions and can’t have communications up
  • You run back and forth from Natasha and Clint, asking for any updates you can get
  • You never go on field missions, your business is strictly inside, but when there was a breach in the Tower one day and Steve couldn’t find you, he went ballistic
  • You’re his everything and if he were to lose you…he couldn’t bare losing someone else again
  • Most people think Steve’s past doesn’t affect who he is today because he’s so calm and collected around everyone
  • But he still has PTSD and he has vivid nightmares most nights
  • You always notice the signs
    • arms tightening around you
    • mutters
    • the whimpering
    • his shaking body next to yours
  • “Steve, honey, wake up…everything’s fine. I’m here, babe, I’m here”
    • He’d wake up with a gasp, pulling you flush against him as he shook
    • “They…it was you this time. They took you and I couldn’t do anything about it and I -”
    • “Shh, Stevie, it’s okay. I’m right here and I can promise you that I’m never leaving”
  • Steve loves telling you old stories and opens up pretty easily to you
  • He tells you how Bucky was before Hydra took him and how much of a flirt Bucky was
    • “He’d go for someone like you, too”
    • “Why are you smiling at that? Are you approving of your best friend taking me away from you? Well I never!”
    • Steve would sit there and laugh before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to him
  • He even tells you about Peggy
  • You knew it was a touchy subject for him and felt honored to be one of the few that could know of their history
    • When Peggy passed, you were right there beside him, encouraging him and letting him grieve, but never alone
  • The man loves you so much - so much so that it hurts sometimes
  • But he’d never change a thing

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I make these so looong all the time but damn it, I get lost in them. It just means you guys get to enjoy it even more.

When Hades decided he loved this girl he built for her a duplicate of earth, everything the same, down to the meadow, but with a bed added. Everything the same, including sunlight, because it would be hard on a young girl to go so quickly from bright light to utter darkness

Gradually, he thought, he’d introduce the night, first as the shadows of fluttering leaves. Then moon, then stars. Then no moon, no stars. Let Persephone get used to it slowly. In the end, he thought, she’d find it comforting.

A replica of earth except there was love here. Doesn’t everyone want love?

He waited many years, building a world, watching Persephone in the meadow. Persephone, a smeller, a taster. If you have one appetite, he thought, you have them all.

Doesn’t everyone want to feel in the night the beloved body, compass, polestar, to hear the quiet breathing that says I am alive, that means also you are alive, because you hear me, you are here with me. And when one turns, the other turns—

That’s what he felt, the lord of darkness, looking at the world he had constructed for Persephone. It never crossed his mind that there’d be no more smelling here, certainly no more eating.

Guilt? Terror? The fear of love? These things he couldn’t imagine; no lover ever imagines them.

He dreams, he wonders what to call this place. First he thinks: The New Hell. Then: The Garden. In the end, he decides to name it Persephone’s Girlhood.

A soft light rising above the level meadow, behind the bed. He takes her in his arms. He wants to say I love you, nothing can hurt you

but he thinks this is a lie, so he says in the end you’re dead, nothing can hurt you which seems to him a more promising beginning, more true.
—  Louise Glück, A Myth of Devotion

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“You look like hell.” “I’ve just got back.” I think of Persephone and Louise mainly cause of Peri's name

“You look like hell.”

There’s a moment of silence before both women erupt into giggles. Once the laughter let’s up, she walks over to the couch and plops down beside her wife.

“I just got back, Louise.”

“Excuse you, I am Hades, God of the Underworld.”

“Uh huh. I’d say I’m Persephone, buuuuuut…”

More laughter, though it trails off into giggles as Louise pulls Persephone against her chest, running her fingers through the lilac colored hair.

“Did you enjoy visiting your mother?”

“Considering you told me I looked like hell, I’d imagine not well.”

“You got into fights didn’t you?”

“It’s not my fault people aren’t careful with their wallets!”

They laugh again, though Louise buries her face in Persephone’s hair, pulling out bits of grime.

“I love you, Persephone.”

She doesn’t have to see her wife to know she’s grinning.

“I love you too.”

“Good. Now go shower. You look like hell.”

3

“Arthur can I ask you something?”

“Sure Em, what’s going on?”

“I kinda already think I have a name for the baby, is that ok?”

“Sure what’s her name?”

“Rebecca Louise… Becka…not family and my middle name it just came to me….what do you think?

“Did I ever tell you that?”

“Tell me what?”

“Apparently not…Ashleigh’s middle name was Rebecca. After she died giving birth to Ben, I decided if I had a daughter I would want to name her Rebecca….it’s perfect Em.”

black coffee and black hair

summary: soulmate!au where you and your soulmate share the same tattoo. 

tags: soulmate!au, coffeeshop!au, shy!dan, phan, phan fluff

word count: 5.1k 

trigger warnings: a bit of swearing maybe, murderous fluff

a/n: i don’t know how to end stories sorry. also credit to @alkelester for the title.


Dan was sick of coffee. He gagged at the smell of ground coffee beans, his stomach twisted uncomfortably whenever he happened to drink it. He could barely look at the liquid as it poured out of the coffee machine, and every time he handed the drink to a customer he released the breath he’d been holding. Dan was sick of coffee, and he was sick of working in the coffee shop.
Sure, it was cute; the shop had a rustic feel, with timber furniture and vintage knick-knacks everywhere. And the place was warm. But it smelt like coffee. 

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I was tagged by @laoisepotter. I haven’t done one of these tags things in a while so this should be fun. 

How old are you? 24

What’s your current job? Pre-K teacher at a Jewish school

What are you talented at? Art stuff and Words with Friends

What’s your aesthetic? Vintage ft. the pattern on your grandma’s couch

Do you collect anything? Giraffes. I have stuffed animals, shirts, bags, figurines, etc. Me and my best giraffe. Her name is Louise:

What’s a topic you always talk about? Dogs. 

What’s a pet peeve of yours? facebook pregnancy photoshoots

Good advice to give? Don’t make your bed and it will have less dust mites true facts look it up

What are three songs you’d recommend? Lets have some love for some fab lady artists/bands:
Reading Time With Pickle by Regina Spektor

Birth in Reverse by St. Vincent

Modern Girl by Sleater-Kinney

Now tag 9 people: dude i dont think i know nine people…but here’s a few: @lunafeather, @styrofoamtokyo, @idanversalex@starburned​, @hownowwit1​, @klarkru, @lifesizehysteria

Not so Secret

Hi I was wondering if you could do a fic that y/n and Dan are dating but they don’t want like their friends to know (Louise, Zoey, Jack all that jazz) but they find out? Love your blog btw :) x

Thank-you so much, sorry this took so long and I hope it’s okay xxoo
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Dating Dan was great, but keeping it a secret.. Not so much.
It didn’t bother you, but at times it could get difficult for example, now. You were currently driving to a restaurant where you were having dinner with all of your YouTuber friends which of course, included Dan.

You weren’t sure how long you were planning on keeping it a secret, but everyone shipped you two, and you didn’t want to give them the satisfaction.

You parked your car out front, checking you looked alright in the review mirror before heading inside. It was hard to find them all as you could easily hear Louise’s excitable voice.

“Y/n!” Zoey cheered as she was first to spot you. Everyone turned around, greeting you in their own ways and giving out hugs and smiles.

“I saved you this seat!” Louise exclaims, patting the wooden chair on her right.

“Oh, I think she’d rather sit next to Dan” Phil slyly adds, receiving a not so secret kick under the table from Dan. You see, Phil was the only other person that knew about your relationship, and god did he love teasing you both about it.

“Nah, Dan smells” you joke as you sit beside Louise with a smile on your face.
Your phone vibrates on the table, Dans name lighting up the screen.
You quickly reach for the phone before anyone sees

Dan: you look gorgeous tonight xx

You can’t help but smile at your phone before replying.

Y/n: thank-you :) you don’t look too bad yourself ;) xxoo

“Who are you texting?” Louise asks with a hint in her voice

“Just a friend” you reply casually, avoiding eye contact with anyone although you could see Phil’s smirk.

“And who are you texting Dan? Are you y/n’s "friend”?“ Phil questions, God damn it Phil!

Everyone looks between the both of you, waiting for a reply

"I was uh.. Telling y/n that she smells worse…” Everyone laughs and the conversations go on, but every time I look up at Dan he’s always smirking and winking at me. I thought it was fine, no one had noticed until once again… Phil.

“Do you have something in your eye Dan? Cause you keep winking at y/n” you just wanted to rip that little smirk off of his smug face.

“Yes I do have something in my eye actually” Dan States matter of factly, winking a few more times which makes everyone giggle, including yourself.

All throughout dinner, Phil makes his teasing comments, which everyone continues to brush off. Dessert is served and it looks delicious, you instantly dig in, moaning at the taste.

“Aren’t you gonna be cute and share you desserts” Phil questions once again.

“Ow!” Jack exclaims randomly

“Sorry…my leg had a spazzum” Dan apologises, obviously he had meant to kick Phil.

You couldn’t wait till everyone had left, and you and Dan could abuse Phil and his stupid remarks.

You all finished, and after another 20 minutes of casual conversation, you said your goodbyes and headed out to the cars.
When no one was looking, Dan pulled you to has car and climbed in, instantly connecting your lips to his.

“I hate Phil, but you look fucking beautiful tonight” Dan States before connecting your lips once again. The kiss starts to get heated as your tongues massage each other’s.

*tap tap*

You both pull apart and look to the window beside your heads, jumping fun surprise as there, peering in at you is a bunch of smirking youtubers.

“You left your phone!” Louise says with the biggest grin

I just have a lot of feelings about Bucky’s memories slowly coming back to him and him sharing them with Sam whenever he remembers something, no matter how small or insignificant the memory is.

Sam’s washing the dishes and Bucky’s drying them, the two of them in companionable silence until Bucky says, “One time my little sister broke one of my ma’s nice china plates and I took the blame for her cause I didn’t want her to get in trouble.” Sam smiles and asks Bucky to tell him more about his sister, so he does.

Sam and Bucky cat-sit for Natasha, and when Bucky’s sitting on the couch with Liho in his lap he remembers, “We used to have a lot of strays in our neighborhood and me and Steve would feed them scraps sometimes but Stevie was so allergic he’d sneeze like crazy if he even got close to one” and that makes both him and Sam laugh.

Bucky and Sam are in the kitchen late at night, trying to decide what kind of tea to make before bed, when Sam suggests peppermint and Bucky’s face twists up, getting that look on his face that means he’s remembering something. “My ma used to make me peppermint tea,” he mutters, but he doesn’t mention that for a while after she died he used to get upset anytime he smelled peppermints because they reminded him of her. Then he’s crying a little bit, doesn’t really know why but for some reason that memory hit him harder than others, which happens sometimes. Sam just wraps him up in his arms, holding him tight and whispering sweet things to him until he relaxes a little. They have chamomile tea instead.

On Wanda’s birthday, Sam and Bucky are in charge of baking the cake for her party and halfway through Bucky says “I haven’t baked a cake since the thirties. I saved up all our sugar rations for a whole year so I could make one for Steve’s birthday. I burnt it pretty bad but he ate it all anyway.” Sam chuckles and lets Bucky lick the spoon.

They’re lying in bed one night, Bucky’s head resting on Sam’s chest when Bucky chuckles. “I just remembered my first kiss. It was with this girl named Louise…” He thinks for a moment. “Louise McKenzie, that’s it. Happened when we were fifteen or so.” His eyes squeeze shut as he laughs. “She was an awful kisser. Too much teeth.”

Sam laughs, his fingers trailing through Bucky’s hair. “Hopefully I’m a better kisser than Louise McKenzie,” he says.

Bucky hums. “Trust me, you are. But maybe you should kiss me some more, just to make sure.” Sam laughs again, rolling his eyes before pressing his lips to Bucky’s.