i've never been so happy to go to work in my life

story time: presidential edition
  • so you know how everyone has a story
  • you know
  • like the story
  • like if you’re at a party and someone turns to you and says, tell the story
  • and you know exactly what they mean
  • the story
  • well 
  • i have a story
  • and not unlike most good stories, it involves three key components:
  • barack obama
  • pre-2008 reebok sneakers 
  • and the absolute earth-shattering horror you can only feel after making the worst mistake of your life

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anonymous asked:

I can tell you've been through a bad breakup, what did your ex do for you to leave him? I've been following you for years and you're always so positive so I hate to see you down..

Our last encounter he locked me in a room for two hours and verbally abused me, damaged my shit, threw my phone and fucked it up so badly I had to get another one, at the same time he hit me and head butted me, and only left when I threatened to call my mum. I had a bruise on my head for over 10 days. He texted my mum abusive shit claiming I’m a hoe because I reblogged a guys picture on tumblr and even tried to turn my friends against me by telling them all the “bad things” about me. Which didn’t work - it just made him look foolish. I called a uber to take me to london to fix my phone and it happened to be a guy I went to school with. He stayed with me for 4hours and didn’t charge me. He brought me food, reassured my mum I was okay and even calmed down some of my male friends. An hour after my ex left, his mum then sent me abusive messages calling me “the angel of death” because I wouldn’t take her son back. The manipulative emotional shit he/ they did during the entire relationship only resonated recently. It was literally a nightmare disguised as love. If I ever see him with another woman I will warn her too and so will my friends regardless if they’re with me or not. I recently spoke to one of his old ex’s and she confirmed that that was the reason why she left too. So I’m glad I walked when I did. I felt stuck and knew shit would get worse. He apologised via email a few weeks later and then 2 weeks ago sent another email blaming me for everything lol. He’s still playing victim online too. It’s hilarious but scary at the same time. He was much older than me, so there’s really no excuse for his behaviour/ his reluctancy to change and seek help either.
I have 5 brothers and the only reason why I didn’t involve them, is because I know what they are capable of and they’re all in a good place now. Plus he really isn’t worth it. I informed the police and they have reassured me that if anything happens, they will take full force. My God brother is a police officer.

I’m in a great place now though. It’s been 3 months and I’m completely over it. My life is gone back to being stress free and light. Heartbreaks are difficult. Walking away from a narcissistic and sociopathic person is even worse and repairing the damage could be a long process for some. But it isn’t the end of world. I’m back to being me again and I’m happy. I feel beautiful again. I’m being introduced to/ meeting some amazing prospects lol. But this summer I’m just living and going with the flow. There are some amazing men out there and I’ll be damned if I let this fuckery prevent me from experiencing love in its truest form.

Emotional and physical abuse is very real and if you find yourself in that situation, put yourself first and run. These types of people will never give you the closure you need as they thrive over the power of controlling you emotionally and they will continue to portray themselves as a victim to whoever listens. Let them. Who gives a shit. You’re free and life will open up and become light and beautiful again.
21 things I've learned as a 21-year-old

1. Anyone can do literally anything, if only there is passion.

2. Smiling at a stranger, as you pass them by, can truly brighten their day. I should start doing it again. I don’t know why I stopped…

3. It’s okay if it takes you longer than others to realise your dreams, as long as you don’t give up. 

4. Society has decreed you’re a failure without a degree. I call bullshit (see point 1 & 3)

5. Comparing yourself to others will kill your creativity. 

6.No pain lasts forever. Even though it feels like it will.

7. If you’re a kind person, you’re already much better at this thing called ‘life’ than you might think you are. 

8. I’d rather be perceived as clingy or desperate for sending one damn text, than unknowingly have anybody feel as lonely as I have felt. 

9. When you feel like there’s no place for you, you can squeeze through and create your own little, cozy space with all the things that make you happy. It’s not selfish. 

10. Colouring books for adults are great! Who knew colouring in flowers and cute little kittens could be so therapeutic? (I could do without the finger cramps though)

11. The first three months of my gap year have taught me more knowledge, about myself and what I want out of my life, than 15 years of school and college ever have. How sad is that…

12. To be free, is to take risks. 

13. The grass always seems greener on the other side, but it’s not. Trust me, other people are most likely struggling just as hard, just in other areas of their life. 

14. Escaping for a little while every day, in a book, a song, working out, taking a walk, in order not to lose your sanity, is nothing to feel guilty about and it’s not a waste of time. 

15. Don’t tell people about the dreams your chasing, unless you know they’ll be excited for you and encourage you. Most people won’t give a shit or will try to dampen your spirit. 

16. Coffee… actually tastes good. I thought it would never happen, but here I am, right at this moment, sipping a mug of black coffee, enjoying the heck out of it. What is life!

17. Taking life a lot less seriously makes living a lot more pleasurable. 

18. My perfectionist streak causes me to get stuck often. I started to learn to love imperfection. And ever since, all my creative projects have been flourishing.

19. People who walk barefoot…I love you and I wish I had the guts to do the same.

20. I go outside every day. Even when there is no reason to. I just don’t want to miss out on anymore miracles.

21. Some people are negative just for the sake of it. Annoying them with positivity is a form of great entertainment.

spitfirechick  asked:

Hi! Are you taking prompts right now? If not, super sorry to bother you! But if you are, do you think you could write some fluffy nurseydex? I've been having a bad day and could use a pick me up. Thanks either way!

Hi! Could you maybe write a nurseydex comfort?? I’m a bit down rn, people keep bashing my hockey team just because we won

“I almost cried in front of three different advisors today,” Dex huffs, sitting down on the edge of his bed.

“Oh - um,” Nursey chokes out. He’s a little caught off guard - he certainly wasn’t expecting that response when he asked Dex how his day went.

“I didn’t actually cry,” Dex shrugs, as if that makes it better, “Thought about it, though.”

Nursey doesn’t know if he’s supposed to press for more information or let Dex be. They’ve been dating for a month, he’s still trying to feel their relationship out. He waits a beat, and when Dex doesn’t elaborate at all he can’t help himself from asking, “Why?”

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seareyes  asked:

I've already asked for so many things but I suck at like actually looking for stuff :(. Do you know any fics that consists of Sterek + Hale Pack? Those honestly are my favorites au and fics. Thanks so much for the help 💖

I’m assuming you mean alive hale family. That’s one of my fave AUs so even if you’re not that’s the list I’m making! - Anastasia

Originally posted by batwynn

love comes in all shapes and sizes by trilliastra

(1/1 I 2,207 I Teen)

“Daddy says that when I’m in trouble I should get the police because they always help us. You’re going to help me, right?” Stiles smiles at her, happy that today he decided to stop by the grocery store to buy milk after his shift instead of going straight home. At least now he’s able to help the little girl, who knows what would have happened to her if he weren’t around.

“Of course I will.” He smiles again. “What’s your name?”

“Rebecca Hale.” She answers proudly. “My daddy is Derek Hale.”

Ecosystem Engineering and the Werewolf by Guede

(1/1 I 19,466 I Not Rated)

Stiles and his dad work for the U.S. Forest Service, which sends them to Beacon Hills. It’d be nice if Stiles could stop running into the Hales. He’s got bodies to get rid of.

So Shed Your Skin and Lets Get Started by halfhardtorock

(2/2 I 21,901 I Explicit)

He’s sixteen and in the woods on the wrong side of the town-line and he’s so fucking fucked.

He knows he’s not supposed to run, they teach that to you in preschool (don’t run from a Were, back away slowly and walk with care), but they never told you how it would feel, standing alone in the dark with your heart beating in your throat as those glowing eyes tracked you from the shadows.

Dude, Werewolves by mysecretashes

(1/1 I 29,263 I Explicit)

Stiles gets partnered with Cora for a history project, and they become bros. Also, he kind of falls in love with her older brother, Derek.

Murder, He Wrote by mklutz

(1/1 I 31,682 I Explicit)

And that was how Stiles accidentally became a New York Times bestselling author.

Ain’t Nothing so Good as the Cake and Eating it by sofonisba_found

(15/5 I 51,001 I Mature)

Derek thinks he’s doing alright in life, with his family at his side and a job he loves. Despite his family’s concerns he remains adamant that he doesn’t need a mate, afraid to take the risk of letting anyone close enough to try to hurt his family again. That is until he realizes that his true mate has been right under his nose for years, and that now through his inaction he may lose him.

No Homo by RemainNameless

(11/11 I 84,064 I Explicit)

Stiles’ sophomore year starts something like this:
3 FourLokos
+ 1 peer-pressuring cat
- 1 best bro to end all best bros
= 1 Craigslist ad headline that reads “str8 dude - m4m - strictly platonic”.
Derek is the fool who replies.

Divided We Stand by KouriArashi

(29/29 I 146,74 I Mature)

Derek is being pressured by his family to pick a mate, and somehow stumbles into a choice that they didn’t expect and aren’t sure they approve of….

As Luck Would Have It (I’m already smitten) by Whisper91

(29/? I 200,882 I Explicit)

When Stiles meets his Dom for the first time, it’s nothing like the cutesy, lovey-dovey Subflicks he used to drag Scott to when they were thirteen. There’s no burst of sunshine when they collide, no sudden swell of violins when their eyes meet; only a really big dent in the front of his Jeep and a seriously pissed off Alpha glaring at him from the sidewalk. 

Indelible Marks by billtheradish

(87/87 I 275,695 I Mature)

The house never burned. The pack is strong. Derek will never need to be the alpha, and his sister is a troll. (Actually, most of his family is like that.)

Derek is an apprentice tattoo artist, and Stiles isn’t old enough to get ink of his own yet. But that doesn’t stop him from being interesting…

i-just-want-a-loki  asked:

Yknow, since I'm already here with that other question and you seem really helpful. Have you got any tips on how to make sure my characters aren't Mary Sues? I've been called out on it before

No problem!  My personal advice here is, first of all, don’t be too concerned with whether or not your character qualifies for Mary Sue-dom.  The concept of a Mary Sue was born in a 1970s Star Trek parody fic, in this case encapsulated by a fifteen-year-old and unrealistically perfect Starfleet Lieutenant.  

In the internet’s eyes, however, it has since become synonymous with basically every character who isn’t an edgy antihero, and have seen the term applied to characters like Wonder Woman, Supergirl, Charlie from Supernatural, Rey from Star Wars, and…well, basically every new character besides Kylo Ren in the new Star Wars trilogy, really. 

And yet these are all great characters!  Folks on the internet just love to nitpick and take issue with them.

That said, if you want to avoid meeting the more specific standards of a Mary Sue – i.e. an unrealistically perfect character who is impossible for the audience to relate to – there are some tricks you can try to make them more rounded:

1.  Endow them with flaws.

This one is obvious, but even kind or benevolent characters – who are most frequently accused of being Mary Sues – should have character flaws that will inhibit them and create conflict in your story.

Let’s go back to Rey from Star Wars, for example:  the goal of the story is for Rey to become a Jedi and presumably defeat the First Order.  The flaw keeping her from attaining that goal is the fact that she’s afraid, she’s bound to the past, and she wants to return to her desert home planet to wait for someone who will probably never come back.

Does this make her a bad person?  No.  But it inhibits her from what she needs to do and keeps the plot moving.

2.  Allow them to make bad decisions.

Even the most amazingly good people have made genuinely terrible and sometimes inexcusable decisions.  This is a part of life and a part of being human.  Allow your character to make at least one huge mistake, that negatively affects them and the people around them.  Then allow them to atone for it, be forgiven, and forgive themselves.   

Let’s take a look at Supernatural, for instance.  The three main guys are heroes, right?  They’ve saved a ton of lives, their motivations are almost always benevolent, they look really pretty when they cry, et cetera, et cetera.  Yet one of them caused the apocalypse out of a demon blood addiction, one of them tortured souls in Hell, and one of them lied to the other two and unleashed an army of flesh-eating monsters.  

And yet their still heroes and the audience still roots for them, because the show allows them to work to atone for their actions, and the narrative offers them forgiveness – in the viewers’ eyes if not their own.

3.  Allow them to fail.

No one succeeds 100% of the time, and someone who does will likely not be relateable to your audience.  

Allow for miniature failures along your character’s journey, at least one moment where it appears the haters have been proven right.

And last, but certainly not least, let there be at least one moment in your story in which it genuinely doesn’t look like the hero will win.  Let it appear, for a moment, that victory is utterly impossible and all hope is lost.  Because let’s be honest, life just feels that way sometimes.  

Several examples jump to mind here, as this is almost always as memorable as the actual victory itself:  in Moana, after Maui has abandoned her, for example, and her grandmother’s spirit tells her it’s okay to give up.  Or in Salem’s Lot when (spoiler alert) all Ben’s allies have been killed except a precocious, traumatized ten-year-old boy.

The Martian (the book, as I haven’t seen the movie) there are certainly at least ten or twenty points at which it looks as though Mark’s survival is impossible.  

The key to a truly compelling character is to show them stacked against immeasurable odds and then winning.  

(Or losing, if you want to get depressing and nihilistic about it, but I’m a sucker for happy endings.  So let’s say winning.)

I hope this helps, and happy writing! <3 

I’ve Waited My Whole Life (1)

Request: “Could you do a Bucky soulmate story? Like the au with the countdown to the moment you meet your soulmate, but Bucky doesn’t have it because his arm is gone so the reader freaks out a little bit. But it’s all ok in the end. Like super fluffy fluff… maybe leads to smut, whatever you’re feeling.”

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Eventual)

Word Count: 3495

A/N: So I was going to wait a little longer to post this but I promised you two fics this week so I am going to give you two. This will probably only have two or three parts, so it’s not going to be super long, but I’m excited for you to read it. I am also almost done with the next part of Never Forget You, so there’s that to look forward to too. I love you guys and I hope you enjoy! (P.S. I’m just going to tag the people on my marvel series lists, so let me know if you don’t want to)

Warnings: Lots of fluff, a little bit of angst, fighting, violence

Tags: @seargantbcky, @lust-for-pan, @38leticia, @barnes-and-noble-girl, @karipaleta, @capandbuck, @camillechan, @findacauseandserveit, @audasia25, @kendallefire, @alicerozenju, @snuggleducky, @thisisthelilith

Originally posted by buckysqueenbitch


November 1943


The numbers never changed. In the twenty-six years and eight months that I had been alive, the numbers never changed. I thought that something was wrong for a long time, but as I got older I just kind of gave up. Especially when I entered the war.

But here I was, strapped down to table, a POW, a victim to Zola’s experiments, and all I could think about were these dumb numbers on my arm.

Where ever I was, something was happening. There was a lot of noise coming from outside but I couldn’t really concentrate on anything. I tried calling out to someone but I didn’t really have the strength to make it any louder than a murmur.

Then Zola came back into the room, grabbing whatever he could off his desk before he ran out again. I was asking him to let me go, but I don’t think he heard me.

At that point I just expected that this was it, you know, the place sounded like it was under fire and I was strapped down to a table somewhere in a building far away from the other POWs. Not to mention that everyone probably thought we were dead. But boy was I wrong.

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Six Times Voltage Inc Tugged at my Heartstrings

I’ve been playing Voltage games for about four years now, and I have to say, there were moments in certain routes that made me Feel Things™. Generally, Voltage games aren’t really known for being cynical or overly emotional. Heck, their games, while having some mature content, mostly have an optimistic feel to them. However, there were some moments in particular that stood out to me—those scenes were written powerfully enough to shake me to the core.

I have to admit, it was difficult for me to select a few moments from hundreds of routes, but I tried my best to narrow it down as much as I could.


  • I limited it to one character per game to avoid repetition.
  • I haven’t played every Voltage game (or route for that matter). The moments I’ve chosen only come from the games I’ve played.
  • I didn’t include SLBP because I only started getting into it recently (plus I don’t know too much about the other lords to make solid conclusions about them lmao).
  • This is all my personal opinion, so that means you probably won’t share the same views as I do, which is cool (I’d actually appreciate it if you told me what your favorite moments were :D).

Anyhow, let’s begin! (long post below):

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anonymous asked:

Hello! I've been following you guys since I was a teenager (when you guys also would have been teenagers!) and I remember you wrote a post once on whether you were sure the animation industry is what God really had in mind for you, or something like that. Well, I suppose I'm going through the same thought process now. The industry seems like an impenetrable fortress at the moment. What I want to know is, what's it really like on the other side? Are you happy?

We’re so sorry this took forever to answer! We’ve been so busy that we haven’t had the energy to write an answer for those more thought provoking messages.

You’re right! There was a post or two with those concerns in mind. Don’t know where it is now, but it’s somewhere in the archives.

Any Christian who knows how important it is to walk with Christ also knows the importance of being the best you can be for Him and others; to truly show His love and compassion. But the question always seems to be for the Christian , “Is this where He wants me to be? What area of work would best be fit for my growth as a Christian?”  There’s this mentality that the entertainment industry is not exactly the first place a Christian should be offering their skills to. They should be in the Church, or going on Missions or other jobs that appear to be a more hands on effort for reaching the message of Christ and “using our abilities for Him”. Sure, it’s encouraged, but God would just be counter productive if he only used His children to be confined to areas of the Church . God will find the most resourceful way to use you for His Glory because He is a creative God who will NOT limit the use of our abilities. Sometimes that means going into the belly of the beast. Give it some time and lots of prayer. The thing is, you never know where you’re going to end up, but when you know you’re in the right place, you will have peace about it!

It’s no hidden secret that the majority of people who work in the entertainment industry are not very keen on Christians in particular, despite it containing people who claim to be accepting of people who have different in beliefs. We know we’ve had a few experiences where people would send us rude comments, messages, or just go out of their way to ignore us simply because we have God in our profile. And this has happened with a few people in animation as well. We haven’t even actively said anything thing to anyone except put a three latter name in our bio. And it usually never fails that we lose followers on social media even after some kind of post that mentions anything in the slightest bit about God. Not to say that people on the other end haven’t experienced negativity from Christians who were un-Christ like in their execution of their differing beliefs either, but more or less, we are very few in this industry. And if there are more Christians actively working in the industry, sometimes they don’t want to risk their career and connections because of their belief, so they keep God more under wraps.  

So what is it like? It’s been fine, but sometimes it feels lonely. But we have met a few that we can comfortably have conversations with regarding God. But we have also come to know and care about those who don’t know God, and have become what we would consider our friends. We can just simply show our love and pray for them that they may find God. Use your abilities that will be portrayed positively. It doesn’t have to be that you need to be drawing pictures of Jesus or walk around with a Bible in tow everywhere you go. But your actions and sometimes your answers to certain situations can really be a defining trait that people will make the connection with if people know about your faith in God.  We believe God is leading us somewhere. And He is leading you somewhere too. This is just one pit-stop to another destination in our life. He has the master plan. And it’s not always easy, but God will be there to guide you in your steps and lead you where He knows it’s best for you. Trust us, we did a lot of praying too and had doubts as well.

As for being happy? Well, we’re doing pretty okay! Happy is kind of a broad term for  something that seems like we need to experience 24/7. Because like any human, we’re not always happy. We have our rough days, days of doubt, anxiety, sadness, frustration, confusion, etc. But we can have Joy and seek Peace knowing the God is with us and that we can rely on Him .

One of our favorite verses because in times of uncertainty, there is Hope. We just need to trust. 

Proverbs 3:5-6 (New King James version)

Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding.

In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.

binktop-nikiforovv  asked:

Hey :) I've looked through your tag- and masterlist, but I couldn't find any fics where Harry owns an orphanage or works on improving the minestry in regards of child abuse. Can you please rec some fics like that if you know any? Thanks in advance :) ♥

Ok, so I’m probably not going to get all of the fics I’ve read like this, but I’ll do my best and keep updating as I remember. I think the first fic kind of falls under both of the things you’ve asked for :)


(orphanages, victims of child abuse, education, etc.)

Suffer The Children (oldenuf2nb)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 32.3k, Summary: Draco Malfoy has learned via painful experience that the least complicated way to go about things is to not allow himself to care – about anyone. After all, he’d tried that once without success. But now he finds himself thrust into a situation where maintaining the armour around his heart simply isn’t an option.

There’s Something About Harry (megyal)

Rating: PG-13, WC: 5.9k, Summary: Magazine feature articles are commonplace for Draco Malfoy until he manages to get an exclusive on one Harry Potter: rings of fire, binding, charity-work, CHILDREN! Life will never be the same again.

Small Blessings (oldenuf2nb)

Rating: PG-13, WC: 37k, Summary: After the war, Harry opens an orphanage with the help of a surprising friend. When he adopts an infant left on his doorstep, he has no idea what fate has in store for him.

Take What’s Left Of Me (frayach)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 23k, Summary: One day Draco just left without saying a word, leaving Harry reeling. You’d think that after what Draco did, Harry could move on, but he can’t. When Astoria miscarries and Draco comes to him pleading for a baby, Harry can’t say no. | Content/Warnings: MPreg

No One Deserves To Live In A Closet (ChannelTheFlannel)

Rating: PG-13, WC: 135.1k, Summary: After the war has ended, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy live very separate lives. Harry makes furniture and volunteers at an orphanage. Draco runs a record shop and writes articles for The Prophet. They both try to avoid public attention, but for very different reasons. Draco suffers from anxiety disorder and fears rejection, even when he knows he’s changed for the better.

The Beginning Of Reality (amightypenguin)

Rating: PG-13, WC: 25k, Summary: When Harry Potter cannot be awakened from a self induced dream state, can his Auror partner Draco Malfoy find a way to wake him before an unforeseen threat in Harry’s mind destroys them both?

Here And Now (Morgan_Elektra)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 27.8k, Summary: It’s been 5 years since the end of the war, but less than a week since Rita Skeeter outed Harry on the front page of The Prophet — and made some rather scandalous insinuations about him and his blond former nemesis. A chance (or is it?) encounter on a street corner reveals just how much has changed… and what remains the same. An over-sized courgette, some olive oil, a bottle of wine, and Ed Kowalczyk make things extra interesting.

The Girl In The Kneazle Nightie (Saras_Girl)

Rating: PG, WC: 29.8k, Summary: All Luna wants is for her friends to be happy. Harry and Draco aren’t going to make it easy for her, but that’s okay. She has a plan.

ab epistulis (cornmouse)

Rating: PG-13, WC: 83.9k, Summary: A future fic that takes place when Draco is 30, living in Edinburgh, Scotland. Draco owns a bookstore and ends up developing a correspondence with the author of his favorite novel.

Twelve Hours (eidheann)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 14.9k, Summary: The last thing Harry expected to see while leaving the takeaway was Malfoy dumping his garbage into a bin on the kerb of a Muggle neighborhood.

Dear Enemy (GingerTodgers)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 56k/?, Summary: An anonymous benefactor makes a generous donation to Harry Potter’s School for Squibs in exchange for a weekly letter from the Boy Who Lived. What begins as a chore soon becomes the only outlet Harry has to talk about the war, love, life, hope, redemption, his renewed obsession with a certain blonde nemesis and how he really, honestly, believes that this will be the year Puddlemere United reclaim the Quidditch League Cup. | Content/Warnings: WIP

kixboxer  asked:

present participle

EDIT: THIS GOT REALLY LONG (why am i surprised) so i put in a cut

this is some sort of language fic where yuuri pretends not to know russian so victor can feel great about showing him around st. petersburg.at some point it’s just awkward to say something, plus victor seems so happy to constantly translate (and therefore prevent other people from trying to steal yuuri from him).

 there are a lot of exchanges where victor outright lies about the other person is saying and yuuri is just ???? but also he’s super into jealous!possessive!victor so they bang a lot. victor just thinks yuuri is turned on by him speaking russian (i mean he IS but it’s also other things.)

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Flood my Mornings: Thanks

Anon said: If the stable chapter was in October doesn’t Bree have a birthday coming up?  how is she going to do with the terrible twos ?

Notes from Mod Bonnie:

  • This story takes place in an AU in which Jamie travels through the stones two years after Culloden and finds Claire and his child in 1950 Boston.
  • Previous installment: Eggs (Attack of the Pregnancy Brain!) 

November 23rd, 1950

“Happy Thanksgiving, Frasers!” Marian Harper sang out as she opened the door.

“Happy Thanksgiving,” we chorused in return, arms full of Bree and wine and basket of lemon meringue pie.

“Oof, come in out of the rain,” she clucked, ushering us into the warmth of her cozy foyer. “Though I guess we should thank our lucky stars it’s only rain, not the blizzard they’re getting down south!” 

“Oh, aye,” Jamie agreed, deftly extricating Bree from her raincoat while still holding her. “Made it a bit slow-going on the drive over, but much preferable to snow.” 

“And the rain’s good luck for Miss Bree! Happy BIRTHDAY, sweet pea!”

Thus addressed, Bree giggled and lurched forward into Marian’s arms, surprising all of us. 

“Glad to see she’s finally getting less intent on clinging only to Mama and Da,” I laughed. 

Jamie helped me out of my coat and sweetly kissed my cheek as we followed Marian into the living room. “I suppose being properly two years of age makes a difference, after all!”

Earlier that day 

“Our wee lass doesna appear to be verra sensible of the grand occasion, Sassenach.”

I wiped my hands and turned quickly from the stove (which YES, I’d managed to turn on, thank you very much), beaming. Sure enough, Bree seemed about as interested in festivities as the average boulder. She had both arms around Jamie’s neck and was making it quite clear she was not in the mood to be up and about.

“Well, I suppose she doesn’t remember her last one, little as she was,” I conceded, coming close to tickle Bree lightly in the side. “Guess what, lovey-dove? It’s your BIRTHDAY!”

The dramatic excitement in my tone made her bolt upright at once, hair wild: curlywig to end all curlywigs. “S’bird-day?” she demanded.

“Yes, baby, it’s your birthday!”

“What-is ‘at, Mama? Mama?” She continued to screw her face up at me in concentration as Jamie buckled her in to the high chair. “What-IS ‘at, bird-day? Mama? Mama, what?”  

“It means ,” Jamie offered, settling next to her and putting out one of his hands for hers, “the day you were *born,* a leannan.”

What-is-it, ‘borrnd,’ Daddy?”

“It means the day God gave ye to Mama and me,” he said patiently, “So, it’s a verra special day, aye?”

“What-is-’at?” she said immediately, lacing her fingers together and flapping them about. “Daddy, dinna kennit. What is-’at ‘spedchill’?”

Jamie sighed, love and exasperation so perfectly mingled in that way unique to parents. “’Special’ means…the verra best. Just like you, sweet wee cub.”

“See my-dese jammies?” she chirped, changing direction with lightning speed. “Dey’re porpoor, Daddy, see’um?”

“Aye,” he laughed, “I see, a leannan.” 

She pulled at the fabric of her top. “Dey’re spedchill?” 

“Aye, those are verra SPECIAL purple Jammies,”  he said, meeting my eye and trying not to laugh.

“Your birthday,” I said significantly, walking over to them with Bree’s breakfast held high, “is the day where Mama and Daddy talk about how JUST how much we LOVE our Bree.” I bent and latched onto her sweet, dimpled cheek in a huge, long mmmmmm-ing kiss and Jamie came in to do the same on the other. Bree, caught between us in a smooch sandwich, was giggling so hard she was fit to choke.

“Those are your first presents,” I said pulling back. “Two kisses for your second birthday. And here’s the next!” I slid the plate onto the tray in front of her for inspection.

“Sassenach….That is…” Jamie looked up at me with the queerest expression on his face. “…the *Cutest* thing I’ve ever seen.”

It was little more than a circle with two lopsided ears, but I’d embellished a snout with banana slices and chocolate chips for nose and eyes, and powdered sugar to top things off. 

Yes, it was fairly bloody adorable.

Bree squealed. “Issa—Lookint-’im-that-wee BEAR, Daddy!” She hooted in delight and then began promptly to demolish said wee bear.

“You’d best slow down, mo chridhe!” Jamie laughed. “He’s going to roar in your tummy for gobbling him up so fast!” 

Bree’s mouth was so full she couldn’t reply, but there came a happy, muffled *mmphurr!?!* that signified her excitement to see this play out as soon as humanly (bearly?) possible.

“So neither of you have ever had Thanksgiving before?” Tom asked as he poured Jamie a glass of wine in the sitting room.

“No, indeed!” I settled back onto the sofa with a cup of tea. “A singularly American holiday, this one.”

Tom furrowed his brows. “But you were here stateside last year too, weren’t you, Claire?”

“Oh, yes, well….Yes, but I wasn’t in the going-out frame of mind, to be honest.”

“It was a different life, before you came back, Jamie,” Marian said knowingly, beaming from the floor, where Bree was sitting on her lap playing with her birthday present from the Harpers. “We’re glad you did.”

“As am I, a nighean,” he said warmly to her, then met eyes with me. Glad doesna even begin to express it. 

It would have been a thoroughly lovely moment, except morning sickness had come a-calling with a VENGEANCE today, and I had to close my eyes while yet another urge to vomit abated. 

Jamie noticed and made as if to come to me, but just then, the doorbell rang, followed almost immediately thereafter by Della O’Malley running head-on into Jamie and nearly spilling his wine as she barreled around the corner. He managed to catch her with his free hand, and she looked as though he’d hung the bloody moon. “Hi, Mr. Fraser,” she said breathlessly, gazing up into his face.

“Happy Thanksgiving to ye, Miss Della.” He kissed her hand, which sent her into paroxysms.  Jesus H. Christ, the girl needed a cold shower, pronto

Thankfully, though, it seemed her glow wasn’t *entirely* due to infatuation with Jamie. “Claire! Claire, guess what?” she said, bouncing in my direction.

“Peter asked you to go steady?” She’d been talking about this boy for weeks, it was about time he made a move. 

“YES!!!” she squealed, thudding into a chair next to me. “Can you BELIEVE IT!??!”

“Wine, Claire?” Tom said, coming over with a glass.  

“Oh, no, thank you.”

“Whisky, then?

“No, thank you, Tom, I’m all—” Good Heavens, I nearly burped in the poor man’s face, but managed to choke back the wave of acute nausea and croak, “— all set with my tea.” 

I could have sworn Marian gave me a suspicious look, but thankfully, Jamie came to my aid. “So, from what I gather, the festivity centers around coming together and eating in a spirit of gratitude. But that’s about all I ken of it. Is there more?” 

I had told him the story earlier that morning, in fact, but I was grateful for the diversion while Tom gave the Proud Son of Massachusetts recitation of the Thanksgiving tale. 

Jamie nodded in approval. “Thanks be to God for the kindness of the native folk, then. I must say, I enjoy hearing tales of anyone that managed to fly in the face of the English crown—Sorry Sassenach,” he added with a grin.

“Does Scotland not belong to England?” Della asked, bewildered. 

“Depends on who ye ask,” Jamie laughed. “Suffice it to say, there’s a reason the marriage between Claire and me raised no small number of eyebrows.” 

“But you married anyway,” Della swooned, “how roMANTIC!!” 

Jamie grinned and sat down next to me. “Verra romantic indeed.” He saw my pallor and squeezed my hand, speaking low so only I could hear. “Are ye feeling alright, Sassenach?” 

“Bit queasy,” I admitted, resisting the urge to clutch my abdomen. 

“Can I get ye anything?” 

“No,” I whispered, squeezing his hand. “But thank you. Just have to wait for young Fraser here to settle down.” 

He smiled and ducked his head, trying not to let the others see the direction of his tender gaze. 

We had agreed not to announce the pregnancy until the three-month mark, as was customary. We knew better than anyone that tragedy could still strike after the first trimester, but had decided that for Brianna’s sake, at least, it was best to wait until the highest risk of miscarriage was past….even though acknowledging the possibility of losing another child sent claws of fear tearing at my heart. 

But I’d carried one child safely; Lord willing, I could do so again.  

Please, Lord, keep this little one safe.

Jamie wrapped one arm around my waist and pulled me closer. “I am thankful, today, ye ken?” he whispered. 

“Oh?” I murmured back, looking into his eyes, curious, but already smiling from the tone in his voice. “Whatever for?” 

“For our daughter. For you carrying her. Giving her life, this day two years ago. For—” His voice caught, just barely. “—For how ye went on living when ye didna wish to…” He gently touched my face. “For working as hard as ye do, at home and at the hospital….For being my wife. For….well…” He very discreetly touched my belly. “For our children. And for taking care of us in this new world”

I ran my hand down the side of his face, unable to speak as I kissed him. Come what might in 1951, never had I had a year in which there was so much for which to give thanks as 1950.

“I’m going to shrivel up and DIE from how much you love each other,” came Della’s tremulous threat. “Just you WAIT.”

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Your Laugh is the most beautiful thing I've heard

Bucky x reader

He didn’t think a laugh could make him forget his inner demons until he met you. You were a lab assistant for Bruce and spent a lot of time at the tower. He can’t remember what Tony said but he can remember that first laugh, it was loud and sounded like music to his ears. Your laugh was the reason he went out more. Your laugh was the reason he was smiling more. He would do anything just to hear that laugh. The first time he talked to you he fell in love with you. You have a tendency to talk a lot and others would zone out, not him, he was interested in your experiences, your jokes your life in general. You were his reason for getting out of bed and you didn’t even know it.

You had feelings for Bucky but you didn’t let them get the way though, you were professional. But that smile, that smile made you melt. If your jokes got him to smile you would keep telling them, if your stories made him smile when he thought you weren’t looking you’d keep telling them.

When you weren’t working with Bruce you would help tony and let’s just say sometimes Tony was an asshole. You don’t hold it against him though. He doesn’t really know how to not offend anyone.

Bucky was walking through the compound he had to ask Bruce about something but when he got to the lab he stopped. “Seriously (Y/N) I don’t think you should eat those,” you were trying to pry some potato chips from his hands. “Come on Tony one chip won’t hurt,” you whine while leaning over to grab them. Tony just chuckled,“in your case it will.” You paused for a second and stepped away,“ what’s that supposed to mean,” a confused expression took over your face. Bucky had to keep from going in there and killing Tony after what he said next. Tony scoffed,“ face it you’re good at science but you’re not the most…healthy looking.” You knew exactly what he meant,“you know what, keep the chips,” you said while turning away and going back to filling out reports.

After that moment you laughed less and barely said a word to Bucky. When you were invited to dinner you passed and said you weren’t hungry. At that moment he wanted to throw Tony off the roof and watch him die. He knew why you’d said no to hanging out with people even though you loved it. You were insecure and he wanted to be there to cheer you up.

The next day he found you sitting under a tree He figured you’d be there because he knew it calmed you and made you feel at peace. You flinched when you saw his shadow but looked at him. “Mind if I join,” he asked while playing with his thumbs. You looked surprised for a moment because he never asked to be near you it was usually the other way around.“no, not at all have a seat,” you said while patting a patch of grass next to you. He slowly sat down next to you and looked at the trees from below for a second. He could see how it calmed you, it was just peaceful. After a while he looked over at you and saw a look of contentment and smiled to himself. Eventually he got to the subject,“ are you okay (Y/N)?” You looked over at him and said,“just fine, why do you ask?” You had a tone of tiredness instead of your usual response. “Because you haven’t been eating, he started.“or smiling, or laughing.” You looked at him slightly confused,“what does my laugh have to do with anything?” He let out a chuckle smiling,“because your laugh is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard. If I had to hear one sound for the rest of my life it would be your laugh or your voice. Not just your voice is beautiful, your body, your personality, and the way you have treated me like a human since the day I met you. You make me a better man (Y/N).” You were looking at him with pure awe, no one had ever said anything as meaningful as that to you in your life. And you believed it, every word. You felt that if he shared all of that you could share how you felt too. You took a deep breath,“Bucky, whenever I need someone to rant to, you’re there, whenever I need a shoulder to cry on, you’re there. And I’m there for you. You’ve seen me at my highest and lowest points. You might not think I know but I see when you smile at me out of the corner of my eye and it makes me happy. My long rants and constant jokes make someone happy, and that’s all I want. He looked at you as if he was contemplating something and finally he said,“you do more than just that,” your eyes shot up,“what.” He continued,“ ever since a saw you all I wanted to do was meet you, and when I met you I couldn’t stop thinking about you. What I’m trying to say is…,” he put his flesh hand in yours,“I’m in love with you.” “you’re not the only one”, you said moving your face closer. Your faces were inches apart now ,finally, you closed the gap. Your lips moved in sync and Bucky reached up to cup your face. When you were running out of air you pulled away. “Bucky, I don’t know where this will go, or what will happen but i know that I want to be with you,” you finally said. He smirked,“I hope we’ll be together for a long time then.” You let out your first laugh in a while,“I hope so too.”

anonymous asked:

Oh! I have an HC request! I've never asked for one of these before so sorry if it's lame 😳 my boyfriend and I watch the cooking show chopped together when we are just laying around being lazy and it made me think about what would MC and the RFA watch together? How would they cuddle? Would they make fun of the show together or cry together? Hopefully this makes sense. 😅

RFA Watching TV Shows with MC

Note: Here’s a shorter one until I get a longer one up!! This was super fun, and I apologize if you don’t know of the shows.. Hah, most are American! 

And yes, whenever I’m bored I too watch Chopped. There’s something about cooking that makes me feel inclined to watch..


Show(s): Full House

✰ - He loves it when re-runs of this show come on television, and basically loves everything about it, but it gets him so emotional.

✰ - MC is surprised of how touched he is by the life of a man with three daughters and the quirky best friend/next door neighbor and always has a box of tissues on hand.

✰ - Wants to get a dog, name it Comet, just like the Tanners’

✰ - Uses Uncle Jesse as a rolemodel on how to flirt. Starts saying “Have Mercy” and then attempts to gel his hair. Realizes that Full House is from the late 80s.

✰ - Lowkey thinks Seven is Joey and Zen is Jesse. Will ask if they can move in to make the whole show complete. Lowkey tries to say he wants three children, but is super awkward this poor child

- He needs to hug MC when the life lessons start happening on the screen, it makes him emotionally distressed.

✰ - MC enjoys how much he likes the show, and how positive he is about having a large family. It makes her happy for the future.


Show(s): Glee

✰ - He just loves to sing along with them, it helps him learn English and he gets to do what he loves

✰ - Often talks about how Rachel Berry is very celf-centered, but has a good voice how ironic

✰ - Likes to pause the show and explain what musical each song comes from, because MC cannot keep up with all the music

✰ - MC usually gets annoyed by the music or drama, and makes sure each of them have a can of beer on hand.

✰ - He is fueled by all of the drama, and will not hesitate to share his opinions of each character. “Quinn should just take what’s hers!”  or “That Sebastian Smythe is a smudge on the musical theater industry!” maybe even “Kurt looks great in that suit!”

✰ - Way too into it, but MC enjoys singing along with him on the songs she does know.


Show(s): Restaurant Takeover, Chopped, etc.. (Food Network Shows)

✰ - Really likes to see the improvements made to certain restaurants, especially coffee shops, and likes to use them as a reference for her own cafe - grab the notepad when writing.

✰ - MC is just trying to enjoy it and see the techniques but Jaehee is constantly mumbling how they’d have to change certain things to match customer appeal.

✰ - She’ll agree with why the business isn’t doing well, before taking notes on what not to do in the business. MC just wants her to relax and not focus on work smh.

✰ - When it comes to Chopped, she’ll pick a chef right off the bat, and they always win like, MC is sh00k that she’s so accurate.

✰ - Jaehee typically watches them when business is low, to see if things need to change or not, but MC reassures her that change is good but television isn’t the most reliable source.

✰ - “We’re doing a lot better than some of those restaurants people have inherited on Restaurant Takeover!! Because we’re trying so hard, as a team and as a couple!!” MC is so positive and Jaehee needs that whenever she doubts her work.


Show(s): Undercover Boss, Telenovelas (Dramatic Spanish Soap Operas)

✰ - He watches Undercover Boss, but only with MC, because he finds it interesting to see people doing a poor job when they think their boss isn’t around. Shouldn’t they work their best at all times?

✰ - “Is this really entertainment?” Jumin finds it intriguing, and wonders how his employees would respond if he’d been on something like it. He also finds it odd that none of the workers can recognize the boss.

✰ - MC then has to convince Jumin that it’s unnecessary for him to go undercover, that his employees are always at their best especially for Jaehee’s sake.

✰ - He’s not the kind of guy to watch this stuff without a purpose, so you’re probably wondering why on earth he watches tons of Soap Operas. Especially the over dramatic telenovelas. Jumin thinks that is how different cultures work.

✰ - MC thinks that Jumin should watch normal television, or stick to the news. 

✰ - “MC, would you light the penthouse on fire if I spoke to the secretary at my office..?” Poor MC is just going to sigh and curl up under the blankets together.

✰ - “Why on earth are they kissing after an argument, in the middle of the street, while it’s raining?” “It’s supposed to be romantic and dramatic.” Jumin is confused by the Spanish culture because of these shows, now.


Show(s): The Office, Parks and Recreation

✰ - He only watches these at 3am when he’s too tired to sleep, and thinks everything is much more funny than it actually is. 

✰ - Seven was extremely sh00k that they got rid of Michael Scott in the last two seasons, begrudgingly watches them but only because Dwight Schrute is still on there. 

✰ - “Dwight is my spirit animal.” Uses just Dwight Schrute quotes about beets in the chatroom, and even convinces Jumin to invest in buying some of the fake beet crop. 

✰ - MC tells Seven that if he loves Parks and Recreation so much he should go outside and to a park, and he says that he could always by an RV for the Recreation part. 

✰ - “You’re the Pam to my Jim!” or “You’re the Ben to my Leslie!” jokes tend to be around this area, although MC picks up pretty quickly he’s saying she’s the more boring one in the relationship.

✰ - He likes having something the two of you can enjoy, that’s lighthearted and fun. 

✰ - MC watches them with Seven just to get some  honey buddha chips cuddles and a few laughs at the dumb humor. 

getmeoffthisplanet  asked:

First of all, LOVE your blog! Secondly, have any recommendations on Sterek Fanfics?!? I feel like I've read them all but I always need more!!!

Thanks! We’ve been mutuals for a while now and it’s always nice to see you pop up :) I actually have a sideblog entirely dedicated to TW so if you’re looking for a blog that focuses on it then maybe take a look at that, too. @wheredidhiseyebrowsgo is probably the best blog I know when it comes to fic recs/finding fics/etc. so you should give them a follow!

As for Sterek recs, oh geez… So, fun fact, on ao3 I actually have over 700 Sterek works bookmarked! And then I know there’s a ton of little ficlets in my likes on here, too, and really my point is just that there are so many great Sterek works and I will list some of my all time favs in case you haven’t seen them. And I do love all of these but my super-duper faves will have a ★ next to them. I started at the back of my ao3 bookmarks and went in about five pages I figured 25 would be good enough for now, especially since some of them are series so that’s actually more.

★ ★ ★ He Fucks My Best Friend by mydickisthealpha (667 words, rated M)

“I, for one, would like to vote to keep this as part of all the meetings,” Lydia announces and Stiles flushes scarlet basically everywhere. (My comment: short and funny, Stiles&Derek forget the pack is coming by and are having sex. Scott POV)

As the Lights Go Down by standinginanicedress (62,890 words, rated E)

Stiles is standing there looking bizarre – which maybe isn’t a very nice thing or even a convincing thing to say about a person that Derek’s basically invited over to hook up with (whatever that even fucking means to kids these days) – but he…does. He’s wearing dark jeans, a black hoodie with the hood pulled up so Derek can’t even really see his face aside from his mouth and jawline, and he’s got that metal baseball bat in his fingers again.
He looks like he’s come here to literally beat Derek to death.
Then, he grins, lifts one shoulder up in a half shrug, and says, “I can’t come in until you invite me.”
Derek is mystified enough that all he can say is, “really?” He thought that was a vampire thing.
(My comment: AU but they’re all still supes. Stiles is a spark and they are powerful things, him even more so because of plot you should read. standinginanicedress has several good ones you might want to peruse.)

★ ★ ★ The Domestic Series by thepsychicclam ( 149,239 words, various ratings)

First work’s description: 
It’s Saturday night, and Derek Hale is at Toys R Us. Shopping for Leapfrog games. If asked, it wasn’t exactly how he pictured his life. Or his Saturday nights. In which Derek and Stiles have been married for ten years, have two kids, and are planning their five year old’s birthday party.

(My comment: The domestic series is just parent Sterek fluff for the most part and it is absolutely wonderful. Realistic, I think, in the fights that happen and how Stiles&Derek fit together. I love the children.

Also @thepsychicclam has a lot of wonderful works besides this series that should be read if you haven’t but this is definitely my favorite.)

Nothing Short Of Perfect by GotTheSilver (27,019 words, rated E)

In which Derek and Stiles are made aware of their potential and have to make a choice about what their relationship will be.
“Let me get this straight,” his dad says. “You’re telling me a witch told Derek and yourself that you could be destined to be together and now Derek will be going to college with you?”
Stiles shrugs, resting his hands on his legs to stop himself from fidgeting. “That’s about it, yep.”

★ ★ ★ My Heart Comes Tumbling Down by DevilDoll (5,689 words, rated E)

“This is a casual, adult relationship based on sex, and it is awesome.” In which Stiles and Derek have a great time buddyfucking until a burrito ruins it all. 
(my comment: devildoll is one of those I see rarely recced outside of SFiYE [below] and they have some really good other stuff, too)

Stand Fast in Your Enchantments by DevilDoll (76,956 words, rated E)

“Stiles knew damn well what a pissed-off wolf sounded like, and every hair on the back of his neck was telling him that somewhere in this room was a very pissed-off werewolf.” An AU in which Derek is feral, Stiles is magical, and they eat a lot of fast food.

Won’t Do Me No Good Washing in the River by DevilDoll (5,939 words, rated M)

“Remember, Derek: you never get back what you lost.” Story by Devil Doll, artwork by Rahciach, podfic by Jinxy. This story has a happy ending, but please read the tags. (My comment: Angst with a happy ending. Major character death but they are brought back.)

★ ★ ★ The One with the Napping by Captain_Loki (4,768 words, rated M)

It is a unique and somewhat unhelpful talent, but Stiles can fall asleep anywhere. 

★ ★ ★ [Sleep]Walking After You by relenafanel (56,551 words, rated M)

Derek is a sleepwalker who keeps wandering into his downstairs neighbour’s bedroom.
Stiles is pretty sure the hot guy from the park is going to kill him in his sleep. He knows he shouldn’t have been so obvious about objectifying the guy’s really fine ass.
Too bad it turns out Derek is easier to get along with when he’s sleeping.

★ ★ ★ Play It Again by metisket (63,206 words, rated T)

In which Stiles goes along with one of Derek’s plans and ends up in an alternate universe as a result. He should’ve known better. He did know better, actually, and that means he has no one to blame but himself.
“Laura wants to lure the kid in with food and kindness and make a pet of him, like a feral cat. Derek wants to have him arrested for stalking. They’re at an impasse. (And the rest of the family is staying emphatically out of it in a way that suggests bets have been placed.)”

Hemingway Can Suck It by KuriKuri (10,054 words, rated T)

“For those of you who just transferred into this class or simply decided that day one wasn’t important enough to attend, I’m Professor Hale. Welcome to English 346, The American Novel.”
Stiles is pretty sure his mouth is hanging open right now and that his eyes are wide with shock, because holy fuck, he thinks he knows why his students transferred. Hell, if he was still an undergrad, he probably would have transferred, too. (Or: In which Stiles is a Biology professor and Derek thinks he’s a student.)

★ ★ ★ Baking My Way Into Your Heart by theSilence (178,630 words, rated M)

Derek is an uptight college student, all work and no play. His carefully scheduled life is thrown kilter when his regular barista is replaced with someone new. (My comment: Coffee shop/college AU with slowburn. It’s beautiful.)

★ ★ ★ The Well of Living Waters by Kalpurna (30,322 words, rated E)

King Derek takes a consort. (My comment: royalty AU. Demisexual Derek although I don’t think it’s explicitly tagged. So good.)

Pretty Human Virgin Boy Comes to the Pond- Feed Him All the Best Heads by Delta_Immortal (49,771 words, rated E)

Stiles knew it was a bad idea to go into the woods, but little did he know his actions would cause the death of everyone around him. Running from the thing that killed Danny, Scott and Stiles stumble upon a pond, which happens to hold a strange man named Derek who floats around in the middle of it. Derek assures them they’re safe now.
What appears to be salvation is nothing more than the start of the death of everyone Stiles cares about. The being known as Derek haunts him at every turn, unsatisfied until Stiles succumbs to Derek’s whims. Stiles isn’t sure if that involves sexing him or eating him, and he really doesn’t want to find out.

(My comment: pay attention to the tags! This is not a fluffy Sterek fic; what sex there is in this is basically Derek mind fucking Stiles and possessing him. It’s good, I love it, but definitely heed the tags.)

(Sacred) In the Ordinary by idyll (78,759 words, rated E)

The Pack, after college, graduate school and the starting of careers, comes back to Beacon Hills. Nothing’s gotten less complicated after all this time.
Based on a kink meme prompt that grew legs and got serious.
Note: This is a whole lot of pack!fic with a very slow build Derek/Stiles.

(My comment: I have read this fic like 8 times now. The pack dynamics are wonderful and the gang is all older here, coming back to BH after college. Set after season one)

When the Bough Breaks by The Feels Whale (12,068 words, rated T)

Look, Stiles knows he’s not really part of the pack, but really? He wishes the others aside from Scott and Allison would stay a little more up to date on what’s going on his life beyond how it affects them. (my comment: Stiles adopts a baby. Scott is having a pissing contest w/ Derek over Stiles and Allison so Derek and his pack doesn’t actually know Stiles is adopting a baby. Adorable chaos ensues)

The Time Travelling Werewolf’s Confused Spirit Guide also by The Feels Whale (4,832 words, rated G)

Normally you don’t imagine yourself as living in the dystopian future that hapless time travelers accidentally stumble into.
Or: that one where Stiles learns the hard way that reality is not static, time is not a river, and sometimes the way things are is not the way they were supposed to be.

How I Met My Werebunny by Moku (19,873 words, rated T)

“This is going to end in tears,” Scott told Derek while he watched the man easily lifting Stiles’ desk up with one hand and driving nails into the ceiling with the thumb of the other. “Probably mine.”
When a Stiles and a Failwolf love each other very much, they’ll engage in a prank war. Basically, it’s a mating ritual for dorks in love.

For better, for worse by Vendelin (13,336 words, rated E)

Derek and Stiles have been married for six years. Derek loves his job as a successful lawyer, loves his financial security and his large house. It isn’t until Stiles gets shot while working that he starts to understand that maybe Stiles isn’t loving their life as much as Derek is.  (My comment: human AU! Stiles is a cop and gets shot in the line of duty. Derek hadn’t noticed they were drifting apart. Realistic with the coming back together & even has couples counseling. Angsty with a fluffy, happy ending.)

the other shoe by stilinskisparkles (4,633 words, rated T)

They’re lounging on Derek’s bed one afternoon, Stiles halfheartedly trying to make headway on an essay, and Derek’s supposedly helping. Instead, Derek’s spent the last eight minutes mouthing lazily at Stiles’ shoulder, and Stiles is five seconds from giving up completely. (My comment: pretty much just fluff.)

Those Are The Days That Bind Us by s_a_m (52,171 words, rated M)

His father wasn’t stupid. He was an officer of the law, trained to look for patterns. He confronted Stiles about werewolves and they shouted and Stiles tried to explain but his father was so, so, so mad, more mad than Stiles had ever seen him, ever in all his life and then his father looked at him and said, “It’s like you’re not my son anymore.”
And Stiles broke.

(My comment: I love this one. Has some major angst and an unborn baby does die due to a possession kind of thing. But out of all the “Stiles is kicked out of/leaves the pack” things this one is my favorite. I think Stiles’ progression through this is so good. It does have a happy ending but not without a lot of healing on Stiles’ end. Heed the tags.)

Divided We Stand by KouriArashi (156,742 words, rated M)

Derek is being pressured by his family to pick a mate, and somehow stumbles into a choice that they didn’t expect and aren’t sure they approve of….

(My comment: This is the first work in The Searching Ceremonies. All of it is A++ and even has wolfcop (Peter/Sheriff Stilinski). It’s all AU and the world is very well developed, plus every part of it is over 100k words. KouriArashi also has a lot of other wonderful works that should be checked out.)

Stilinski’s Home for Wayward Wolves by owlpostagain (35,197 words, rated T)

“At least your puppies knock first,” Stiles snorts. “Here I thought their alpha raised them to be well-mannered.” 
“There’s a sign,” Derek responds stiffly. 
Stiles, whose curiosity outweighs even his hardest of grudges, abandons his chilly façade of nonchalance in a heartbeat. He jumps right up and all but pushes Derek out of the way in his effort to get to the window, and sure enough when he leans outside there’s a laminated strip of cardstock duct taped to the vinyl siding: DON’T FORGET TO KNOCK Stiles gets cranky when we scare him

Or, in which Stiles Stilinski moves to Beacon Hills for his junior year of high school and accidentally adopts a pack of teenage werewolves.

(my comment: fairly fluffy and humorous. owlpostagain is one of those that I never see recced and they have some amazing writing.)

here is the deepest secret nobody knows by owlpostagain (22,322 words, rated T)

“Derek,” Stiles groans. “You have me. You’ve always had me, you absolute moron, how many physically impossible feats of life-saving heroics do I have to perform before you get it?” (my comment: post s2 and the pack is just starting to come together. lots of pack feels)

will to follow through by owlpostagain (42,411 words, rated T)

“It depends entirely on how you look at it, I guess,” Stiles shrugs. “On the one hand, instant healing and the apparently inherited ability to pull off leather at all times. On the other, serious attitude problems and a suspicious disappearance of eyebrows.”
“Even Derek’s?” Danny snorts, “that’s a lot of eyebrow to lose.”
“I know,” Stiles agrees. “You should see, it’s so weird. Every time I want to ask him where they go, except he’d totally eat my face off.”
“There are worse ways to die.” 

(my comment: Danny&Lydia&Stiles ultimate friendship post season 2. So good.)


Summary: Despite his youth, Eren Jaeger is one of the best and most popular doctors of the Kingdom. Among those interested on his services is included a recognized criminal clan, which does not hesitate to use the youngest of the Ackerman as bait. Eren never imagined that this “harmless” girl in red dress would get him into so much trouble, turning his world upside down.

N/A: since I deleted my blog back in March, the “read more” of my old posts is not working anymore, so I decided to re-upload chapters 1 and 2 together to make things easier for anyone who’s interested.

Art by Dani ♥ the full version of Lawless’ cover is here and there’s more related fanart here - I still have to reblog everything again, so the tag will collect more beautiful things done by Dani soon. You can also read the rest of the chapters on FF.net

Chapter 1. Crimson

Mikasa crashed against the wall backwards. Despite the hit, the coldness of the bricks did little against her accumulated body heat. Today’s training had been tough, since she had to battle against the stockiest and tallest man at Kenny’s service.

Said beast was face down on the floor, knocked out. From her position she could see how the blood dropped from his broken nose. They called him Will.

“Is he dead?”

The girl shook her head slightly, without even looking at the man approaching the scene. She needed to catch her breath and calm her heart rate. She wiped the sweat from her forehead with her forearm while she thought that yeah, she could have killed him. The idiot would have deserved it only for trying to be too clever.

“He should be dead, huh?” murmured the man in an expressionless tone, but Mikasa knew him well enough to perceive his simmering anger.

“The fucking pig”, Levi turned Will over easily with a foot, without any care at all, so he could check his face. Mikasa had done a good job wrecking that stupid face, the guy was going to look uglier than before. Usually when a training session ended like this, it was because the practice puppets had said something disgusting to her or tried something they shouldn’t have.

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i see all your “viktor can’t cook but yuuri can” headcanons and i see your “actually, i bet viktor’s pretty good at cooking, and yuuri is the useless one” headcanons and i raise you “viktor and yuuri are both absolutely useless at various types of housekeeping and their first month in saint petersburg is a disaster.”

hear me out: obviously viktor didn’t feel any genuine happiness in between the ages of seven and twenty-seven (with one blip on the radar in sochi) and because of that he threw himself wholly into figure skating and never bothered to learn any relevant life skills like how to drive a car, how to pay his taxes, how to operate a vacuum cleaner… yuuri, on the other hand, knows how to drive an automatic and can keep a house passably clean if he wants to, but cooking? absolutely not. back home in hasetsu he’s always spoilt by hiroko’s cooking, and in detroit he was too busy training and studying to have a healthy lifestyle. it was all, like, college hall food and lean cuisine microwave meals. do they have lean cuisine in america? yuuri is also definitely a Notorious Skipper Of Meals, so sometimes he just… wouldn’t bother…

and now they’re living together in this upmarket flat and there comes a point when they realise that neither of them know how to play house. that point is precisely three days into their cohabitation, when they’ve barely left the house, not even for the rink, because it’s just been one marathon shag after another. the sink is stacked with unwashed dishes with stains from microwave meals and dirty glasses and there’s a stain on one of the rugs which neither of them remember happening and viktor, who has never spent so much time indoors, discovers he has a dust allergy. just about the only thing they’ve done is take care of makkachin and head out out for walks.

as much as they wish it could, their life cannot revolve around their dog, so they get to negotiating: they draw up a roster for chores, who does what when, and they venture outside to hit up a grocery store for proper fruit and vegetables (”there will be no scurvy in this household!” viktor declares), neglecting to check the weather, and end up caught in a snowstorm. their shopping is sodden and when they get back indoors all they want to do is get close to each other for warmth and, well, you can imagine how that ends.

so, cooking. they decide their first proper meal is going to be katsudon, because of its importance to them (a few minutes of viktor teasing yuuri about how sexy it is turns into an hour in the bedroom and a very late dinner indeed) and how hard can it be? yuuri’s seen his mum cook it heaps of times. they don’t need a recipe, what are you talking about, viktor. well, needless to say, it does not work out. they undercook the rice and it is barely edible. they overcook the pork and make an absolute dog’s breakfast of crumbing it. the kitchen looks like a war zone. yuuri has bits of egg in his hair. they end up ordering pizza.

over the weeks, they do get better at it. viktor wants to have another go at katsudon but yuuri decides that going from zero to hero is a bit amibitous, so they start small, making things like omelettes and soups and levelling up slowly. actually, cooking is one of the things that comes easiest, after they figure out how much fun it can be. the housework is another matter. since it’s been so rarely occupied, viktor’s flat is a dustbowl, and every time he tries to dust he has a sneezing fit and lies on the couch like a regency maiden, beleaguered by his life of drudgery. yuuri knows how to clean, at least, but he has an unfortunate habit of getting distracted halfway through, which to be honest is mostly viktor’s fault, for distracting him. and now that they’re going to the rink more often, they’re home less, so if there’s a pile of both their clothes at the foot of their bed, then that’s a problem for another day.

everything comes to a head when yakov comes over unannounced one friday evening and has to step over jackets and half-used dust cloths to get to the bathroom and he goes absolutely ballistic on them and installs himself on the couch, refusing to leave until they’ve tidied the place up. “what’s the problem?” viktor says. “just let him stay. he can cook for us.” yuuri gives him the long-suffering look of a man who is engaged to his childhood crush and is going to be in the honeymoon period for the rest of his life; he looks viktor dead in the eye and says, “vitya. we are not fucking with yakov in the other room.” the flat is cleaner than it’s ever been within two hours. yakov stays for dinner, and it’s all very pleasant and domestic, but viktor is suffering from some serious sexual frustration, and the moment yakov is gone he hauls yuuri into the bedroom and they stay in there for the rest of the weekend, barring taking makkachin out for walks.

but after that. after that, they make an effort. by the time they start to throw semi-regular (dinner) parties, it’s almost like they’re respectable housekeepers, and no-one is any the wiser.

A little love for the signs (From a Libra sun, Leo moon)
  • Dear Aries: It doesn't matter how dark times are, you are there for me. And I know you will always support me. You can make me happy like no one else can. You can say something that isn't even funny and I have to laugh with you. I could talk all night with you. About anything. You are full of light, full of life. You deserve everything bright.
  • Dear Taurus: Even though I've never really been so close to you to say that, I want you to know that you're worth it. You are beautiful, your smile helps people not to give up. So don't give up on yourself. You're strong and I know you smile through the pain, but it's okay. We all go through that and I wanted to tell you that you're not alone.
  • Dear Gemini: You are funny, you are witty, you always know how to make me laugh. I am inspired by you. You are so sociable, yet you know how to be alone and overthink things. You can do decisions by yourself, you don't hesistate to make the right choice. I admire you for that. Also, your art is beautiful. You are art.
  • Dear Cancer: I know we haven't been best friends. I know we had fights and that you broke my trust too often. But I realized, you are only a human being, just as me. Everyone keeps making mistakes, but no one wants to admit that. I hope for you that you'll be happy in the future. I want you to concentrate more on yourself, not on others because you are you, and no one can be that for you.
  • Dear Leo: Whenever I talk to you, it feels like we understand each other without saying a word. You are passionate and you are optimistic. You are the person I look up to, you brighten everyone's day, yet no one knows if you're dying inside. You are beautiful and you know it. You taught me it's completely fine to love yourself. So do it.
  • Dear Virgo: You're so selfless. You always try to help me, doesn't matter if you understand me or not. I know that sometimes it's hard for you to show that you care about me, but I notice in this little things you do for me that you do care. And that's fine. You're human. It's okay to break down. It's okay to talk to someone. You will get through this all. I'm right here by your side.
  • Dear Libra: I feel like everyone of you is my sister or my brother. You can make me feel special without knowing it. When we're talking about god and the world, it's like I've known you all my life, even if it's just hours. I want you to look at the mirror and say "I'm proud". Be confident. Believe in youself. Only if you try that, no one will stop you from loving yourself and the world.
  • Dear Scorpio: I don't even know where to start. You changed my life. You taught me things in an emotional way I never thought I'd experience. With every wise word you said you took my breath away. It doesn't matter how much time will fly, I will always remember you. You are my first love and you make everything feel so real. Everytime you look at me, I feel special. You taught me how to love someone and I taught you how to love yourself. Be happy. No matter how we're gonna end, I want you to remember us. You deserve the entire universe.
  • Dear Sagittarius: You doubt yourself more than anyone else. You wear that beautiful smile everyday, but inside you don't even know who you are. I have so much fun with you everytime we do something together. Don't let that happiness die. People look up on you. And you have to do your own thing. Don't give a shit what others think. Find out what you need, what you want and what you love. Everything else will come by time.
  • Dear Capricorn: You are one of the stongest yet most broken person I know. Or should I say, pretend to know? You hide your emotions, afraid of being hurt or replaced. I tell you something: There are people who love you and care about you. There is hope. You can have whatever you want in life, if you're just willing to accept your feelings and yourself.
  • Dear Aquarius: Being around you is like jumping from one cloud to another. Everything feels easier. Even maths. Life is easier with you. The weight of all the bad things in life are gone. I don't know how you're able to make me feel like this, but I'm sure it makes you very special and I hope you never stop making people feel like this because it's one of the best feelings ever.
  • Dear Pisces: If I'm sad, I know I can always talk to you. You always have a solution to my problem. Even if it's just a sentence like "It's okay, we will find a way.", it works. It makes me feel better. You're the most selfless person I've ever met and you're always there for your loved ones. Just take care of yourself, too, because your life is as important as the lives of everyone else.

anonymous asked:

SHAU where magnus is the sassy devil-may-care shadowhunter and alec is the stoic, boring-no-nonsense warlock who, after so many centuries of loving, being loved, and losing, becomes so flustered and smitten when confronted by the young upstart magnus, his weapon of choice, and his glitter

okay but… you don’t understand because reverse!malec is my guilty pleasure when it’s done right it’s the best

  • speaking of done right, here’s some facts we need to establish as ground rules
  • magnus is a pro in every universe
  • so despite being this kid who turned up on the doorstep of the new york institute doorsteps with no family, no name, and nothing but a stele in his hand, magnus is the best
  • the loss family have run the institute at new york for years, and gladly adopt magnus into their family
  • ragnor is their grumpy tutor (who’s not even that much older than them but he’s all learned and idris trained and that makes him clever or something)
  • raphael is the transfer from the institute in mexico city who forgets to go home somewhere along the way
  • (magnus gives him shit, ragnor just rolls his eyes and tells him to shut up)
  • anyway when magnus was a teenager he used to be this skinny thing and everyone was questioning if he was even really a shadowhunter, if he even belonged at the institute
  • so magnus trained and trained and trained and built himself up to where he is now, one of the best shadowhunters of his age
  • and also one of the kindest, because there’s something about coming from nothing and relying on the charity and generosity of those around you that makes you oh so aware of the bullshit around you
  • (the clave sucks in every universe, sorry)
  • so magnus is the best, and because of that people tolerate his “friendships” with the downworld, albeit reluctantly
  • there was this one time the clave tried to set him up with camille belcourt, because then he’d have a “real shadowhunter name” instead of the one he picked for himself
  • (which, fuck you, he likes his name)
  • it ended so badly it has never been spoken of again, and camille is permanently working from mumbai which is better for everyone
  • the clave are also forced to accept magnus’ blatant ‘eccentricities’ because no one kills demons and saves lives like he does
  • magnus just enjoys being himself and happy in his identity no matter what people say to him or how the clave wishes they could stop him 
  • anyway i’ve ranted about magnus enough
  • so alec is this old, incredibly powerful warlock who is also the high warlock of brooklyn which is a position he takes Very Seriously
  • he’s spent his whole life with his sister izzy, who unusually actually is his sister
  • she’s much wilder and free with her powers, loves to show off and throw a good party and have fun
  • they adopted jace a really long time ago, a vampire they sort of stumbled across in their travels, but he’s been a brother to them for centuries so yeah
  • anyway alec takes everything very seriously, and he’s also always worried about blending in and not getting burned at the stake so he’s always tried to keep his sexuality down and out of the question
  • it inevitably bursts through when he least expects it though - and when he falls he falls hard and fast and it always, always ends badly
  • izzy and jace are tired of seeing their brother hurt, but also tired of seeing him drown in his work and be generally unhappy so much of the time
  • enter magnus, who finally wants to track down his parents and where he came from, and the high warlock is the only way for him to do that
  • and oh boy alec just… falls right then and there
  • someone so spirited and open and flying in the face of the clave and not even the least bit worried about going to a downworlder for help
  • so alec does help, and then the helping becomes a regular thing, even if alec gets all flustered and uncertain around magnus because he’s never met anyone like magnus bane before
  • izzy and jace see right through alec and his work dedication though, and just… quietly encourage him to go for it, to be happy because what is the point of living for centuries if you aren’t really going to live
  • a lesson magnus teaches him so well over the course of things
  • and then it all comes to a climax when magnus nearly dies after a massive demon attack on the institute, and alec has never felt so panicked or so lost in all his many, many years of living, and it’s all because magnus’ life hung in the balance
  • they end up making out in the medical wing of the institute
  • izzy and jace quietly high five each other about it later
  • the clave doesn’t approve but honestly fuck the clave

send me an au and i’ll expand on it!

You're the Kindest Person I've Ever Met

A/N: Holy heck, this is little long. It’s like, 2.6k words. I saw a gif of Steve offering some popcorn to a girl, who rolled her eyes and Steve looked so upset I was like??????? My poor, innocent, and kind angel. I wanted to write a pre-serum Steve imagine to make myself feel better after watching that gif lolololol. Also I don’t speak French and I used google translate so I hope these are accurate translations (and I’m so sorry if they aren’t). Happy reading!

The restaurant you worked at was bustling with customers. You had to sacrifice your ten minute break due to the lack of staff as well as the amount of people pouring into the building. You passed your friend, Rosemary, on your way to the kitchen. 

“I swear, people are getting so fussy about not getting a table. I’m one person trying her best,” she huffed before grabbing three menus and escorting the family to their table. You chuckled and threw your cloth over your shoulder, entered the kitchen, and reached for the food in front of you. 

Your mother owned the infamous restaurant. It had been known for its pies and breakfast scrambles, but there were other delectable food options people enjoyed. The restaurant had been word-of-mouth type of advertising, and your mother was a popular lady in the neighbourhood, so it was no wonder when the restaurant became busy every day. You worked here when you had some free time on your hands. Usually, you’d be taking classes at medical school to become a registered nurse and working at the diner helped you pay for your tuition as well as other things. Your mother had no issue paying for both your salary and your tuition. 

Another hour went by and your mother granted you and Rosemary your missed breaks. You thanked her for not letting you die of exhaustion, to which she said you were being over dramatic. You laughed and went into the back room, grabbing a glass of water before sitting on the small couch. 

“How’re you and Bucky?“ you asked Rosemary. 

“We’re doin’ just fine. I’m not sure if you’d call us boyfriend and girlfriend yet, but we go on lots of dates,” she replied. 

“Have you guys kissed yet?" 

"Twice, actually.” You wiggled your eyebrows and Rosemary swatted you with the back of her hand. “It’s not like that. I wish it was, but, I don’t know,” she huffed. 

“Hey,” you began. “Any guy would be lucky to call you his girl. You’re a beautiful woman and Bucky would be absolutely crazy to let you go.” Rosemary blushed and reached over to give you a hug. 

“How about you? Any men in your life? I feel like I haven’t asked you that question since you started med school." 

You shook your head. "No men, Rosie. It’s hard enough balancing school and work. Plus, I’m afraid the men will chastise me for wanting to become a registered nurse. Women can’t do anything nowadays,” you said, frowning. Rosemary patted your knee. 

“You’ll find someone. Don’t rush, okay? I don’t want you to feel like you have to just because Bucky and I are going out.” You we’re grateful for Rosemary. Your break ended much quicker that you’d like and you went back to serving more customers, trying to make this night end faster. 

When the night did come to an end, there were only a few people scattered everywhere. The diner technically closed in ten minutes ago, but you couldn’t kick anyone out until they were done with their meal. Rosemary asked you to take the order from the two men sitting in the booth near the jukebox and you grabbed your pen and notepad. 

“Hello, welcome to Roxie’s. I’m Y/N, and I’ll be your server tonight. What can I get for you boys?” you inquired. The man who wore a uniform looked up from the menu briefly and pointed to the pastry in French. 

“I’m not sure how to pronounce that,” he said. 

“Croissant d'amande avec glaçure au sucre. I’ve told you this how many times since we’ve been going here?” Almond croissant with a sugar glaze. The other man beside the man in the uniform said. 

“Tu parle français?” you asked. Do you speak French? The man shyly nodded. “Est-ce que vous parlez couramment?” Are you fluent? 

“Oui,” he replied. Yes. You smiled. Not a lot of people spoke French, your mother’s native tongue, here in your part of Brooklyn. 

“Voulez-vous une boisson ou quelque chose à manger?” Do you want a drink or something to eat? 

“Just a chocolate shake and a chocolate croissant,” he replied in English. You nodded and wrote down the order before returning to the kitchen. 

Steve was absolutely baffled that you hadn’t tried to flirt with Bucky. He was the talk of the town and every girl wanted to be his. Steve, on the other hand, barely got noticed by anyone other than people who wanted to best the crap out of him. Girls never looked in his direction and he was so intrigued as to why you did. 

You came out moments later with their order and placed it on the table. Soon, they were the only two customers left in the diner. 

“Eat up, you two. We’re closing soon.” You laughed and smiled at Steve, who tried to return the smile. When you left, Bucky playfully hit Steve on the arm.

“She seems to be interested in you,” Bucky teased. Steve shrugged. 

“Maybe she’s trying to use me to get to you. It wouldn’t be the first time that’s happened.“ 

“You sell yourself short, Steve.” He shrugged once again and drank his shake when the girl returned with her friend. 

“Bucky, meet Y/N. Y/N, this is Bucky,” Rosemary introduced. 

“So you’re the famous Bucky I’ve been hearing about,” you teased. You held out your hand and shook Bucky’s hand. 

“Y/N. That’s a nice name. Rosie here talks about you like you’re her damn lifeline, or something.” You chuckled and your eyes wander to Steve, who was avoiding your eye. 

“That’s Steve. He’s Bucky’s best friend,” Rosemary said. Steve looked at you and you offered a small wave accompanied by a grin. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Steve,” you said, holding out your hand. Steve hesitantly shook your hand. 

“The pleasure’s all mine, Y/N." 

The pair finished their food pretty quickly, mostly because they felt bad that they were keeping you guys from going home. Your mother let you go while she finished some paper work. The walk to your apartment wasn’t too far, since you moved out of your childhood home, but you wanted to lay on your bed and sleep the night away. You walked towards the front to meet the trio after grabbing your coat from the back room. 

"Y/N! You should come to the carnival with Bucky, Steve, and I tomorrow night. Tomorrow’s the last day it’ll be in town,” she urged. Bucky was too busy paying attention to Rosemary and Steve was looking at the ground. He was sure you would object the offer because he felt that you didn’t want to be alone with him. To his surprise, you agreed. 

“Sure. It sounds like a lot of fun. I could use a break from studying, too,“ you said. By now, the three of you were outside. 

"Let’s meet at the entrance?” Rosemary questioned. 

“Y/N and I can meet you by the red flag pole." 

"Sounds good, doll,” Bucky said before flashing her a smile. He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers before turning to leave. Steve didn’t say anything but followed Bucky. 

“Bye, Steve,” you said with a wave. “See you tomorrow.” Steve returned your wave and turned back around to follow Bucky. 

You and Rosemary walked to your apartment complex in which you both were neighbours. 

“I don’t think Steve likes me very much,” you confessed. Rosemary shook her head. 

“He’s just self-conscious, is all. He told me he’s not very good with women. I think he’s a little surprised that you’re showing any interest in him.“ 

“I hope so. He seems like a really nice person. Plus, he speaks French.” Rosemary wiggled her eyebrows and you stuck your tongue out at her before bidding your goodbyes, promising to meet each other in the lobby the next day.

You found yourself grimacing as soon as you saw Rosemary and Bucky embrace, which soon turned out into a make-out session. 

“Okay, kids, I really don’t need to see this,” you joked as you left to enter the carnival. Steve was beside you, not wanting to be the third wheel. You all paid for your tickets and decided what you guys wanted to do first. 

“Why don’t you and Steve go wherever you want and Bucky and I can be by ourselves. I’m sure you don’t want to see us be all couple-y all the time,“ Rosemary said. Steve looked at you, not sure of what to say because he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. 

“That’s a great idea, Rosie. We can meet back here for dinner at seven?” Rosemary and Bucky nodded, leaving you and Steve alone. 

“So, what do you want to do first?” Steve asked, hesitantly. 

“Let’s just walk around. We can see what we want to do while we walk.” You both walked in silence for a while. You could practically hear Steve’s thoughts jumping out at you from the way he kept glancing at you. You stopped and faced him. 

“Did I do something wrong?” you asked. Steve furrowed his eyebrows. 

“No. Why would you think that?” You crossed your arms. 

“You haven’t said a word to me since we left Bucky and Rosie alone. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, or anything,“ you said in a soft tone. Steve couldn’t believe a girl cared about how he felt and he found himself speechless. "It’s okay, let’s just keep walking.” The both of you began walking again. 

“It’s stupid,” he said. “I don’t want to ruin your day by telling you what’s on my mind.” You shook your head and put your hand on Steve’s arm, signalling it was okay. 

“I don’t mind, really. It’s better than seeing you brood.” Steve sighed and struggled to get the word out. 

“All the girls chase after Bucky and usually leave me on the side. I was surprised that you didn’t pay attention to Bucky last night and I figured you were playing hard to get. I was even more surprised that you agreed to come with me,“ he confessed. "I’m not used to being around girls, let alone a girl who wants to actually be around me.” Your facial features softened and you stopped walking, stepping in front of Steve once again. 

“You’re worth more than whatever people tell you, okay? I don’t want you to feel like I’m only with you to get to Bucky. I wouldn’t do that to you and I wouldn’t do that to Rosie,” you said. Steve smiled and savoured the feeling of your hands grabbing his. Boldly, Steve let go of your hands and offered his arm to you, which you took. 

“Isn’t it the guy who’s supposed to be telling the girl comforting things?” You chuckled. 

“Times change. I believe a woman should be able to be her own person.”

“That’s a great way to think. Be your own person, Y/N.” You smiled at him. All your life, you met boys who never once agreed with you. They always wanted to be the big man and they wanted women to be inferior. Your father almost had a heart attack when you said you wanted to enrol in medical school, but with a lot of convincing, he knew you wouldn’t give up your passion. 

“You’re the kindest person I’ve ever met, Steve Rogers. I’m finding it hard to believe you don’t have a girl,” you said. Steve’s cheeks turned into a shade of light pink as you spoke. He shrugged and kicked the dirt with his shoe. 

“Well, I can’t really answer that. I’m not as strong or muscular as other guys,” he said.

“I don’t think that should matter. You’re a very nice person.” Steve looked at you and smiled. 

“I’m glad you think so. You’re very kind yourself." 

The night went on and the both of you met Rosemary and Bucky to grab some dinner before heading your separate ways again, promising to meet at the exit by nine. The night seemed too short and you found yourself telling Steve stories and secrets, and him doing the same. At one point, the wind made you shiver, and Steve insisted that you wear his coat. You tried to protest, but he slung his jacket around your shoulders and you sent him a smile in return. Steve was so nervous in the beginning, but you made him feel as if he was one of the strong guys he aspired to be. You boosted his confidence and gave him a reason to smile. 

You both agreed that the ferris wheel would be the last ride you two went on before meeting your friends. The line wasn’t very long and you sat in a cart, awaiting to stop at the top. Somewhere during your time together, Steve had found the courage to slip his hand in yours. You didn’t look at him, but he could see the grin you wore on your lips when he did. You sat next to each other and you felt the night breeze whisk through your hair. You laughed when a sudden jerk of the ferris wheel sent you in Steve’s direction. He held onto you until you two were parked at the top. 

"I had a fantastic time tonight, Steve,” you said. "You were the perfect gentleman.“ He grinned at you. 

"Forgive me for being forward,” he said to you, mustering up even more courage than he had when he held your hand, “but may I kiss you?" 

You nodded and closed your eyes. Steve pressed a small, sweet kiss on your lips. You could tell he was inexperienced, but it didn’t matter. He closed his eyes as well and you both relished in the moment. He put his hands on your neck and kept you there for a short while, but the ferris wheel jerked and you both pulled away, startled. You both looked at each other and laughed before finding yourself being taken off of the ferris wheel. This time, it was you who reached for Steve’s hand. He smiled a genuine smile and followed you as you led the way out of the carnival. 

You met up with Bucky and Rosemary. He walked her to the car you both came from, leaving you and Steve alone for the third time that night. 

"I had a really nice time, Steve,” you said. 

“Me too. You made me feel like I was worth something. I’m really grateful for that,” said Steve. You smiled and reached out to put your hand on his chest. 

“Is there any way we could continue seeing each other?” Steve perked up when you asked. He wasn’t sure where the night was ending or if he’d ever see you again outside of the diner. 

“Y-Yeah, of course,” he said nervously. You smiled and slowly lifted yourself to press a sweet kiss onto his cheek. 

“Thank you for tonight. Oh, and here’s your jacket,” you said, sliding off the jacket from your shoulders. Steve took the jacket from your hands and turned to Bucky when he yelled his name.

“Way to ruin the moment,” Steve muttered. You laughed.

“Just ask for me if you ever find yourself at Roxie’s. I want to be the one who greets you,” you said.

“Got it. I’d like for you to be the one who greets me.” Steve smiled at you and waved as he walked to Bucky. You blew him a kiss and he laughed, mimicking a catching motion and pressing it to his heart. You walked to Rosemary, who stood there, smirking.

“It seems like you and Steve got along pretty well,” she said.

“You know what? Yes, yes we did. Tell me whenever Steve comes to the diner. I want to be the first to greet him,” you said as you climbed into her car.

“Whatever you say, lovebird, whatever you say.”