it's not going to get any notes but i wanted to share this lovely shot i got of this lovely man

Daughter-Carl Grimes

Requested: Nope

Plot: Y/N is Negan’s daughter who he loves more than he loves Lucille. One day, she finally was able to do a waterfall braid in her hair-and since her mother is already dead-she ran to go tell her father. Negan doesn’t care if he’s sitting in his room having a meeting or about to let Lucille feed, he will stop everything for his baby girl. This particular day was the day Carl Grimes just so happened to be sitting in Negan’s room, staring down the man as he paced and talked about how good it had felt to kill Carl’s friends. 

Warnings: Swearing (duh), death, mentions of death, mentions of cancer

Paring: Carl Grimes x Female!Reader 

Word Count: 6,393

A/N: Hey! Sorry this is super long, but I just kinda kept writing. Let me know if you want more of this. (Also sorry for any inconsistencies, I wrote this over a couple days) Part 2 is up now, right here! <3

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Colin O’Donoghue--OUAT Chicago 6/11/17

Colin O’Donoghue Q&A Panel

Note:  I had some issues with my recordings of this particular panel.  I had to record the panel in 4 separate parts, because my voice recorder couldn’t handle any more than 17 minutes at a time.  A couple of the parts went missing.  I was able to fill in most of the missing segments after hunting through YouTube for videos to supplement what I had, but there are, I think, a couple of minutes I’m still missing.

Announcer:  Welcome Captain Hook himself, Mr. Colin O’Donoghue!

Colin:  Awesome!  A bit of Led Zepplin.  You can’t beat it.  Hello everyone!

Fan (from audience):  Hello, gorgeous.

Colin:  (looks around behind him)  Who you talking to?

Fan (from audience): You!

Colin:  Oh, thank you.  It’s a lot…it’s a lot of people.  Hello.  I guess I’m gonna start with the questions.

Fan: Hi, sorry. (giggles and cries)

Colin:  This is a good start.

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lesfemmesdangereuses  asked:

I have some horrifying food poisoning situation so DUMB PROMPT YOU ARE UNDER NO OBLIGATION TO FILL- 5 videos of Aaron Robert has on his phone that he probably sadly watched when he thought aaron was gonna leave him bc he wanted to hear his voice xxxx

we keep this love in a photograph 

ao3 link

Robert took a lot of photos, and videos. He was a sentimental sort of person, at heart, and he liked having the memories. He’d take all sorts of videos, silly ones, videos of a nice view, videos of Aaron doing entirely mundane things.

He had five favourites.


o n e. wales

“Robert, what are you doing?” Aaron asked, hands on hips as he glared into the camera lens, Robert’s sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose. He was standing at the small barbecue that had been sitting in the shed of the little cottage they’d rented in Wales, burgers charring on the too high heat.

Robert remembered the heat of the late afternoon well. They’d gotten lucky, with the weather, getting a whole week of close to constant sunshine, the summer well and truly kicking in as they enjoyed their beachside holiday.

They’d decided to have a barbecue, their last day, buying all sorts in Tesco, burgers and salad and a crate of beer, overly enthusiastic about the summery sun and their last evening as a trio.

“I’m capturing the moment,” Robert’s disembodied voice replied. For posterity.”

“For posterity?” Aaron responded, barely holding back a snort. “I’m cooking tea, Robert.”

“Yeah, cooking tea on our first holiday together,” Robert responded, the camera still focused on Aaron as he flipped the burgers, sunshine blurring the focus of the camera. “I’ll want to remember this, you know. The first time we had a proper holiday together,” he explained.

Aaron’s face softened, more close up now as Robert moved across the small garden of their rented cottage. “We’ll have more holidays,” he said, decisive.

“But this will always be the first.”

Aaron smiled, really, genuinely smiled at the camera, tongs in hand. “You’re such a soft lad,” he teased, affection clear in his voice. “Now turn that off, and give us a hand. You’re supposed to be helping me, not arsing around on your phone.”

Robert had watched the video a hundred times, but the genuine love, and affection in Aaron’s voice, even back then, a mere few months after they’d decided to give their relationship a real go, astounded him.

It had been the beginning of something so good.


t w o. the beach

“Robert, are you filming me again?” Aaron asked, exasperated. He was sitting on a low sea wall, ice-cream in hand. The weather wasn’t half as nice as it had been when they were in Wales, but they’d braved the chilly day to spend a few hours at the beach.

“I wanted to record the day you won me a keyring,” Robert had the camera in selfie mode, pointed at the two of them now. He held up a gaudy keyring, a horrifically bright yellow and blue snooker ball. “Aaron Dingle, reluctant romantic, won me a keyring.”

Aaron rolled his eyes, tongue darting out to lick away some of the melting ice-cream. “Its only because I didn’t like it,” he shrugged, hoodie tugged up around his ears. His hair was mostly gel free, the aftermath of the quick splash they’d taken in the freezing ocean.

Robert nudged his shoulder against Aaron’s, wrapped up in his leather jacket. His own hair was lowing wildly in the wind, half flat against his forehead, cheeks flush with the late summer chill. “Have you had a good day?”

“You need it on camera to prove I’m not lying or summat?”

“I need it on camera because I want to remember all the good times we’re having,” Robert said, resting his chin on Aaron’s shoulder. “For when we’re old and grey.”

“You afraid we’re not going to be happy when we’re old and grey?” Aaron inquired, his focus on Robert now, an intent expression on his face as he licked at his ice-cream.

“I know we will be,” Robert said, stealing a lick of Aaron’s ice-cream.

“Oi, this is mine!”

“Whats mine is yours,” Robert said cheekily, taking another lick of the ice-cream, Aaron yanking it out of his reach.

“We’re not married, mate, and even if we were, I wouldn’t let ya have any.”

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A Little Mistake Messenger

Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch. 4 Ch. 5 Ch. 6 Ch. 7 Ch. 8  Ch. 9 Ch. 10


Summary:  MC has exciting news to tell Zen and the other RFA members. That is until the MC gets a shock from Zen. MC finds comfort in a close friend, Jumin Han.

Rating: M (language and adult themes)

Tags: Mystic Messenger, Jumin x MC, Zen x MC

Authors Note: I’ve been working on a 707 series while also working at this story as well. So that’s exciting! I hope my Jumin fanatics like myself reallllly enjoy this chapter. I’ve been listening to a Firefly music festival playlist for a lot of inspiration to get my butt in gear. 

I’d love to hear from you guys about what you like or what I can improve upon. Keep liking and sharing to spread the love <3 

Lazy weekends were the best weekends especially after Jumin got home from his business trip. Jumin was napping soundly on the couch Elizabeth the third purring on his chest with his hand on her body. I smiled to myself as I watched the two of them snoozing the afternoons away. I grabbed a blanket and gently laid it across his legs and on lower part of his chest. His top shirt buttons casually unbuttoned. Elizabeth moved in his arms at the startle of the blanket but settled back into her position once she realized I had helped her out.

I sat back down on the lounge chair and scrolled through my phone.

MC has logged into the Chatroom—

Jaehee: I’m relaxing at the beach getting some sun.

707: I burn to a crisp in the sun

Oh MC is here!

MC: Jaehee how is vacation going?

Jaehee: You can keep my job forever if you would like. 

Has Jumin ran you up a wall yet?

MC: hahaha hardly. 

Everything is good on our end, however business end is a different story.

Jaehee: What happened was it his father again?

MC: not quite Mr. Han per say more like Jumin’s fiance.

707: wait hes engaged that damn bastard

MC: no don’t misunderstand this is not his choosing.

Jaehee: and what happened?

MC: they may or may not believe that Jumin and I are-

Jaehee: He did what?

MC: Its just a misunderstanding, until Jumin can collect enough information to refuse this marriage proposal.

707: Oh thank God! 

I was worried that I would have to come save you from Jumins clutches. 

Defender of Justice to save the innocent MC from the gate keeper Jumin.

MC: all good on this end here! 

Seven don’t worry I’ll know who to call to save me next time.

707: All is well then.

Defender.

Of.

Justice.

Out.

-707 has logged out-

Jaehee: I have to go too I need another drink.

MC: Don’t have too much fun you have to come back soon!

Jaehee: No promises here.

–Jaehee has logged out—

 It was inevitable that I would run into Zen news on my Facebook page. South Korean Musical Actor Trending in the United States of America. I quickly scrolled past the news page my friends shared on Facebook. Hyun Ryu and Amelia Corina officially an item? I turned my phone over trying to ignore the burning feeling in my heart. 

I could not tear my eyes away at his calm and collected mannerism. Did he even lose any sleep over me? He looked as if he didn’t spend too much time letting a breakup hinder his acting and public appearance. Hyun was somebody now, and I was just holding him back. It took me a week and RFA taking turns keeping my mind occupied before I was finally composed enough to be alone.

Why was I craving to see him, was it because he was happy and doesn’t seem to be too worried about a cheating scandal? I still cared for Zen. I will always love him in some way or the other. I cant forget the man that he was before things started to go downhill. Still, I can admire him from afar. Maybe one day Jaehee and I can fangirl over him and we can bring the baby to watch Zen on the TV.

There were thousands of pictures mostly of Zen, and selfies on date nights. Late nights under the stars, his motorcycle, backstage at his musicals. Was he happy? Was he finally accomplishing his dreams? Did the woman in the new pictures know how he likes his DVD collection at home? How he snores lightly when he’s exhausted from a long night of drinking?

I looked at my camera roll on my phone hesitant to look at the beginning. If I wanted a clean slate I needed to delete photos off of my phone. It was going to be now or never. I selected every photo, video, selfie, and saved screen shots I had saved since I met him. I quickly hit the delete button before my heavy fingers would change their mind. Clearing out all the memories, and moments that I treasured the most with Zen. I took a deep breath as I emptied my trash bin on my phone.

I felt as if a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. I could start looking forward to cute baby pictures. I finally opened my text messages and deleted any and every message with Zen involved in it. It would be better to rid myself of the temptation to look back and feel sorry about myself. I smiled to myself that I was finally released from a large amount of temptation to look at those photos that brought me so much happiness.

I was startled by Elizabeth crawling in my lap. I looked over at Jumin who was lazily stretching out on the couch with a loud groan. I pet her soft white fur as she sat down between my legs encouraging me to pet her.

“Have you decided to sit with the ladies?” I said to Elizabeth who was enjoying extra attention from another person.

She cozied herself up on my knee and sprawling out. “She just wants more attention” Jumin said groggily and I laughed at her cute little face and tail.

“Jumin, Elizabeth the Third needs a womanly figure in her life to keep her straight. Sometimes it’s good to take a short reprieve from her favorite and only man in her life.”

He laughed and sat up on the couch, blanket wrapped around his shoulders and hair disheveled in all directions. I smiled to myself at his rare and slightly appearance. Jumin would hate to look like a mess in front of anyone.

“What are you smiling at?” He asked looking at me seated on the edge of the couch arms resting on his legs.

“Nothing!” I told him scratching behind Elizabeth’s ears averting his stare and blush on my cheeks. I took out my phone and took a quick picture of Elly. I knew who to send this picture to, Seven. Seven immediately responded with heart emojis: “Elly my love! She is so adorable! Jumin however looks like he just woke up with the bad case of bed head.”

“Wait was I in that picture that you just took?” He asked sitting upright on the couch. “Maybe. A lady never divulges her secrets Jumin.” I teased and he smirked. “Can I see it?” He asked softly.
I got up and sat next to him on the couch and showed him the picture.

“God is that what my hair looks like?” He ran a hand through it in an attempt to fix it only making it stick further out. I laughed uncontrollably at his hair and his expression when he asked me if it looked any better. He got up and went to his room. “Can you help me since my efforts have been to no avail.”

“Yes Jumin.” I sat on the top of the couch and had him between my legs. “Let me know if I pull your hair.”

I carefully brushed his hair back towards my body. “Have you ever worn it any other way or has it always looked like this?”

“Its been the same for as long as I can remember.”

“Jumin have you ever been in relationships with other women before?”

“What?”

“I didn’t mean for it to sound like that, I just never have seen you show interest in many women our age. Nothing is wrong with that I was just wondering.”

“Women are out for my fathers money and influence not so much myself. The way to my fathers heart seems to be through winning me over. None of them actually cared for me or was around long enough for one anyways. Most women only see me as money and future CEO.”

“I understand your difficulty then finding someone you can actually trust and talk too aside from V and Rika.”

“Yes it was only them for a while but now that V is absent and Rika passed I only have Elizabeth.”

“You have me too Jumin.”

“I know and I’m thankful for some sanity in the madness.” He sighed deeply. “How does it look?”

“It doesn’t look half bad pulled back.” I said and he got up to look at himself.

“If I didn’t look old before this makes me look much older now.”

“I think you look mature, well you already looked mature. More mature.” I said shuffling down to the couch.

“You think I would scare Jaehee if I wore it like this?” He asked smiling as he ruffled his hair out with a shake of his head and hair returned to its normal position on his head.

“I think she would think something was wrong.” He smiled shaking his head.

“What were you doing earlier on your phone? You looked upset?” He asked concerned tone in his voice.

“Hmm oh I was just deleting photos.”

“Of him?”

“Yes of him.” Silence deafened between the two of us before he spoke again.

“You still love him?”

“I don’t love him now but I think I always will hold a place for him. There is a baby that will probably remind me of Zen every day soon.”

“Is love a strange and powerful emotion?” He asked sitting back down on the couch his arms reclined back on the couch behind him. I looked at his face searching himself for some grasp on his tone and curiosity.

“Love?” How do I describe love?

“Well love is different for everyone,” I tried to explain. “Theres the love you have for your family or your father. The love you have for your friends V, Seven, Yoosung, and Jaehee. Finally there is romantic love that you feel towards another person.”

“I love Elizabeth the Third, is that more a familial love?”

“Yes exactly shes a part of your family.”

“Familial love is similar to when Yoosung and Seven talk about chocolate milk and cat jokes?” I nodded my head smiling. Jumin trying to make mental connections to the emotions he was feeling and putting a name to the emotion and it was written on a furrowed line on his forehead. The wrinkle he gets when he is deep in concentration and deep thought. He was silent again before he spoke up once more. 

“What about romantic love?” His asked softly in my direction. 

I took my time trying to find the right words in which to describe romantic love to him that would make the most sense. Your heart starts racing uncontrollably out of your chest around them. Your face gets red when they say anything remotely similar to flirting.” He nodded his head. “Do you find it hard to eat when you think about them?” he asked genuinely. “I think so depending on the situation.”

He met my eyes in an instant, “I think I know what it is.” His hand rested on top of my hand his eyes locked with mine. His fingers grasping onto the sides of my hand and making small circular motions with his pointer finger. I took a deep intake of air before speaking “Romantic or passionate love for another person I think is when you put the other person before yourself, and you worry not just for your needs but for theirs and in a more intimate way. Physically and mentally.” 

His dark eyes stared into my own and I was memorized at the deep color of them as our eyes locked onto one another. “I think I know what it is,” he said moving closer to me on the couch. My face felt warm under his intense stare. Jumin closed the space that was between his lips within inches of my own. I closed my eyes in anticipation of his warm lips to meet mine. His hand sliding to the back of my head. 

There was a loud knock on the door. I immediately sat back and lowered my eyes to avert his own. He cleared his throat and buttoned his shirt to check the door. 

“Jumi! I came to-“ a loud and shrilling high pitched voice pierced through the air and could only belong to the voice of a red-haired, overly perfumed woman in a purple dress.

“This is not a good time Sarah.” Jumin said and she barged into his home. Sarah threw open the door that Jumin was guarding. He palmed his head in frustration. .

“Oh shes here.” I shifted in my seat making sure my little baby bump was hidden from her watchful eye. Shit. The ultrasound was on his fridge. This could implicate Jumin already more than he already was.

“shes my lover of course she would be here.” Jumin said coming to sit by me leaning on the sofa arm casually.

“I brought something for Liz!”

“Elizabeth the third?” Jumin corrected

“yes the cat,” Sarah snared back at him.

I slowly got up to make my way over to the fridge. “Shall I let you two discuss?”

“No I want you to stay.” Jumin said grabbing my hand from my side. I turned to look at him and his expression pleading for help. His slim fingers intertwined into my own.

“So how did you two officially meet?”Sarah asked trying to latch herself onto Jumin. Her breasts spilling out of her top as she attempted to press herself to his arm. Jumin immediately shook her off in disgust and need for personal space. I gave him some space as he tried to push her off of him. 

“Well-“ I started when Jumin chimed in. 

“She is the coordinator for RFA parties for a while, and-“

“I have no interest in Jumin’s businesses, he’s a genuinely kind man with a huge heart.” I added as i looked at Sarah who looked like she bit into something sour and bitter. 

 “Romantic love will never last.”

Her comment struck a nerve deep within me. 

“I know that, more than anyone.” She started going through my papers i had laying on the dining room table. I stepped in front of her putting the papers back to their location.

“You have a limited amount of time with the people you love than you spend that time doing just that.”

“I have a right to see what those documents are since I am his fiance.”

“No you don’t. and No you are not. You can leave the gift for Elizabeth on the table and then escort yourself out.” I was fuming with annoyance. Jumin was smirking behind me at how little patience I had for this woman.

“Jumin are you going to let her speak to me in such ways? I know you are faking this relationship with your secretary. Wont you let me comfort you?”

“I find no issue with her tone.Is that so? We are faking it?” He said questionably at her comment. His arms folded against his chest in annoyance.

“MC.” Jumin said grabbing my arm and pulling myself towards him closely. He felt like he was on fire from the heat he was exuding.

“I want to be honest with my feelings for you. I had intentions on letting our relationship grow however I ant deny that there is a strong attraction to you. I cannot hold myself back any longer.”

“Jumin-“

I felt his hand on my chin and he pressed his lips firmly against mine. My mind went blank at his tender kiss. I wanted more. I needed more. But I also needed to breathe before I was consumed in his heat. I looked into Jumins eyes that were tenderly looking into my own. I don’t know how long we stood there just looking at each other. 

“You would kiss her in front of your own fiance!” Sarah screamed and loudly screaming at us both. Sarah must have let herself out on her own because I was too busy letting Jumin consume me with his tender kisses. Jumins hand placed behind my head. My hands holding tightly onto his shirt. I let my guard down and allowed myself to initiate the kiss again and pressed myself into his warm and soft lips. His tongue tracing around my lip as if asking for permission from my lips to enter.

He was the first to pull away his head resting on mine. “I have been wanting to kiss you for a long time now.” He smiled kissing my head as if I were a child. 

“Did you mean what you said earlier?”

“All of it.” He just held me tightly against his chest. 

“I have never felt this much before I met you.” He whispered into my ear and I smiled knowing that he was becoming more open with himself and allowing himself to feel. He pressed his lips against mine as if he was trying to consume the air in my lungs. My lips brushing against his over and over again.

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Payback

Summary: your playing a horrible prank on Sebastian but it’s still the best day of his life.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, two, maybe three curse words

A/n: I’m actually so scared about this one ! Tell me what you think ?😅

You sat in a high chair next to Chris and the interviewer in front of you. You talked about the latest marvel movie and how you hoped the people would like it.

The subject of the conversation however switched to your relationship with Sebastian.

He wasn’t there, had a spare hour which meant you could talk about him freely without him denying everything you said.

You had been together with him for almost three years and he asked you to marry him only two months ago. This was probably the most happy time of your life and you couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your life with the love of your life.

You thought about him after the interviewer asked whatever question it was. You forgot it in your daze. Chris nudged your arm and brought you out of your thoughts. “You still with us honey?”

You smiled at his nickname for you. He used to call you all kinds of stuff from honey to love to sweetheart to babe. He started it when the whole thing between you and Sebastian was all new, he said he wanted to make him jealous but it became a habit and he now did it without even thinking about it.

“Yeah, I’m.. Yeah sorry”

both of them laughed and Chris laid an arm around your shoulder hugging you from the side sweetly as he laughed. He let go of you and you smiled asking the man infront you to repeat his question.

“Sebastian asked you to marry him, was that a shock for you?” You thought about it for a second even though the answer was clear to you.

“I mean of course I was surprised, we love each other and we always talked about marriage but then seeing him kneeling infront of me was a totally different thing. I wouldn’t say I was shocked though, I love him so it was without any doubt a yes” you smiled remembering the day Sebastian asked you to marry him.

“Can you tell us how he did it?” The interviewer asked curiously.

“Of course !” You squealed in excitement sitting up a little straighter and clapping your hands making both man laugh.

“It was while we were shooting the movie. He didn’t have any scenes left to shoot and went home already but I had to stay two more weeks.” You told him with a huge smile.

“He picked me up from the airport when I came home and we put my bags and stuff into the car and sat in. I waited for him to drive but he just stared at me. I looked over at him and he leaned in to kiss me and got a box out of his pocket.”

You thought back to the day remembering how confused you were. “He didn’t go on one knee, but he didn’t have to and yeah… Then he asked me. That’s the story of how I got engaged in a car at the airport.”

“Was it disappointing?” The man frowned.

“No not in any way, I loved everything about it and I definitely wouldn’t want it to be any different now” the interviewer smiled at you obviously happy for you and Chris next to you was in awe as well.

“You’ve been living with him longer than that, is it hard to live with him”

you scoff rolling your eyes “oh yes !” You blurt out “its not even that he’s messy or something he’s just always annoying and pranking me. And when I say always I mean always.“ 

“Have you thought about payback ?”

“Yeah of course but I think I couldn’t do it even though I really want to” you shrug.

“you have to sweet cheeks , I know what he’s pranking you with and trust me its time for payback” you laughed at Chris’s exclamation and the three of you made a plan on how you’d prank him. You made a plan which evolved scarlet as well and you were excited than never.

The interview was over and you quickly made your way over to the next room , knowing scarlet was in there.

You told her about your plan and she agreed that it was time to pay Sebastian back. You felt mischievous and slightly scared but nothing would hold you back now. 

It was a horrible horrible plan. You just hoped he’d forgive you once you cleared it all up.

You stood infront of the door to your shared hotel room and took a deep breath getting into your role. You felt your face change a sad expression taking over and you opened the door walking in and closing the door behind you.

You spotted Sebastian on the bed and walked slow to sit next to him.

You looked around the room into the corners where the interview people sat up cameras when he was gone. He scrolled through his Instagram when you took his phone away and laid it down on the nightstand making him look at you concerned.

“What’s up, are you okay” he asked concerned and your heart broke.

You didn’t look at him as you sat next to him a huge gape between the two of you. “I need to talk to you.” You muttered and you could feel his nervousness hit up.

He took your hand in his but you took it back carefully out and flinched away from him. He took the hint and waited for you to talk.

“I’m pregnant” you told him eyes locked to the floor. He was about to get all excited and kiss you and tell you how much he loved you when you continued “its not yours” your eyes still fixed to the ground a tear escaped you and you were surprised how well you were in your role.

You saw the smile on his face fading from the corner of your eye and whipped your tear away.

“How will you know” he asked quietly, the heartbrack clearly audible.

“it happened when I was on set and you were home” you tried to hold back the tears. This felt so real. You could hear your own voice starting to crack and whipped another tear away.

“Who was it” he asked more urgent now and with an angry tone.

Your eyes shot up to his and you pretended to be horrified. “That doesn’t matter Sebastian.”

“Who?!” He nearly shouted making you flinch.

“Chris” you muttered and you saw in his eyes the disbelief how all his anger faded away slowly but then came back up.

“Why the fuck did you do that ?!”

“I didn’t want to” you started yelling.

There was a knock on your door, the ‘sign’ and scarlet told you it was time for your interview. Sebastian rushed out and you followed giving scarlet your ring.

She went into the room and packed all your things, laying the ring on top of one of the pillows. You walked behind Sebastian, not being able to keep up with his fast steps.

Chris saw him stalking over and he knew what was about to happen. Sebastian let a hard punch fly directly to the direction of his face but Chris luckily was quick enough to dodge it.

You screamed for Sebastian to stop and he just looked at you with anger and made his way into the room. You walked over to Chris as you whipped your last tears away.

“I think we are taking this to far.” You told him with a frown glancing into the room and watching Sebastian sitting down in a chair.

“Its gonna be okay, its payback remember”

“but what if he doesn’t forgive me?” You asked and Chris turned you around holding your cheeks with both of his hands as he looked into your eyes. “Its gonna be fine I promise. He loves you too much to let you go because of a prank.”

You smiled hopefully at him and he hugged you, not realizing that Sebastian was watching.

You sat between Sebastian and Chris, which only helped the ironic of the prank.

He was angry as hell and quietly growling every time Chris interacted with you or gave you a nick name. You hid your hands in your pockets, so he wouldn’t see the missing ring. You excused yourself from the scene saying you weren’t feeling too well and walked up to your room. You quickly wrote a note for Sebastian 

‘I’m sorry I brought you so much anger. 
I hope you’ll find some one better than me. 

I love you - (y/n)’




You sat it onto the nightstand and went over to one of the cameras.

You looked straight into it as you said “pranking is really damn hard”

You quickly walked out of the room locked it making your way over to scarlets place.

You hoped desperately for the moment to come in which you just would hug the living hell out of your fiancée and tell him it was just a joke.

Scarlets lap top was connected to the cameras and you could see everything that happened. How he walked into the room and paced up and down. How he saw the ring and sat down in distraught with his hands in his hair, all his anger turned over into sadness and disbelief. you saw how he read the letter.

You knew he couldn’t believe any of what was happening. It was like a nightmare for him, his whole world scattered apart. He stood up checking the bathroom, the closet, the cupboard, everything. He searched for anything, a sign of you, something to give him any hope. But there was nothing, just the ring you left there and which he couldn’t bare to look at.

He tried to call you after finding nothing but you didn’t answer your phone only patiently waiting for the room service to arrive, which was also part of the prank.

And then finally Sebastian made its way over to the door and the room service brought something in.

He thanked them and stared down at the object in confusion opening it revealing another piece of paper.

Written on it was ‘its a prank’ he was confused and you quickly ran down the hall knocking on his door.

He opened it and there you stood smiling shyly “its payback” you told him with a hint of fear in your eyes.

You waited for him to say something the fear getting bigger with every passing second.

And then he finally scooped you up hugging you tight and crying into your shoulder. “Don’t you dare ever do that again.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck. Your head in the crock of his neck. “Chris made me do it” you mumbled into his neck.

“I’m gonna kick his ass”

He quickly let go of you and walked away picking the ring up from the bed and slipping it back onto your finger.

He kissed you, his lips soft and lovely against yours. You felt the wetness of his tears on your skin as the kiss got deeper.

He grabbed both of your hands in his and pulled away resting his forehead against yours. “Please don’t ever do that again”

“I promise” you told him capturing his lips in another kiss.

  You looked back into his glowing eyes and spoke up again. “I would never leave you. For nothing in the whole world.” You began and hugged him.

Whispering into his ear , not willing the cameras to hear. “And I would also never in my whole life even think about cheating on you.”

You kissed his neck and continued. “The baby… Its yours” he pulled back quickly looking at your smiling face and starting to grin himself.

“Please don’t tell me this is anothe prank”

you shook your head and he crashed his lips to yours “I love you” he mumbled against your lips.

And the worst day of his life finally turned out to be the best one.



@mytrueself , @sebstan01 , @learisa

Fluffy Fridays—Chapter 88: Maybe You’ve Become Family

Fluffy Fridays—Chapter 88: Maybe You’ve Become Family

Pairing:  Captain Swan (and Captain Cobra Charming)

Rating: T

Summary:  A series of unrelated, fluffy one shots featuring  Killian Jones and Emma Swan and the relationship that makes us all  swoon. Will contain both canon and AU stories. My contribution to  Operation Rainbow Kisses and Unicorn Stickers (aka, my attempt to drown  out the season 4 finale angst with ridiculous levels of fluff.)

Missed the beginning? ( 1) ( 2) ( 3) ( 4) ( 5) (6) ( 7) ( 8) ( 9) ( 10) ( 11) ( 12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18) (19) (20) (21) (22) (23) (24) (25) (26) (27) (28) (29) (30) (31) (32) (33) (34) (35) (36) (37) (38) (39) (40) (41) (42) (43) (44) (45) (46) (47) (48) (49) (50) (51) (52) (53) (54) (55) (56) (57) (58) (59) (60) (61) (62) (63) (64) (65) (66) (67) (68) (69) (70) (71) (72) (73) (74) (75) (76) (77) (78) (79) (80) (81) (82) (83) (84) (85) (86) (87)

Tagging a few people who may be interested: @sailormew4 @annaamell @flslp87 @emmateo26@fleurreads @doracianstormrose @mermaidswans @bethacaciakay @ultraluckycatnd@allfangirlallthetime @effulgentcolors, @ilovemesomekillianjones @kat2609 @brooke-to-broch@missgymgirl @hellomommanerd @galadriel26 @the-lady-of-misthaven @charmingturkeysandwich@jennjenn615 @laschatzi @kimmy46 @snowbellewells @iamanneenigma @daxx04 @lapi-lazuli@nickillian @a-rose-for-a-savior @in-spirational @gillie @manic-pixiefangirl @britishguyslover@ginnyjinxedandhanshotritafirst @nofeels @holmes-a-holic @kmomof4

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CS genre: Deleted scene (from the end of the season 5 finale)

It wasn’t until the entire group was back together in Neal’s apartment that everything hit home for David. It was always like that in times of crisis.  While the crisis was going on, he was laser focused on finding a solution, saving those he loved, but as soon as calm descended, he suddenly realized what had almost happened.

“You okay?” Snow asked softly, squeezing his hand and leaning down to look into his eyes.

He should have known she’d realize when he was dealing with something.  They did, after all, share a heart.

“Yeah,” he said, flashing her a big toothy grin (that he suspected did nothing to reassure her), “what’s not to be okay about?  We all made it!”

She gave him a skeptical look, but let the matter drop.

Across the room, Killian sat with Emma, their heads close, their hands clasped, as they shared a quiet conversation.  David smiled, joy filling him at the sight of his daughter experiencing such obvious happiness.

The joy quickly turned to reflection once more.  The stupid pirate had almost gotten himself killed again!  How many times did that make now?  Four? Five?  One of them coming at David’s own hand in Rumple’s twisted alternative universe.  It was more than Emma should ever have to deal with.

It was more than he should ever have to deal with.  Fact was, Killian had somehow made his way into David’s affections.  He was not only family (or would be so as soon as Killian and Emma made it official), he was a true friend.

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I Hate You, I Love You...Part 3

(Part 1  Part 2  Part 4)


“Y/N!?”

As Spencer bangs his fist on your door, his chest lightly panting and his heart pounding in his rib-cage, he steps to the side and looks through the curtain-drawn windows, trying to get a glimpse of any sort of movement behind them.

But he was met with a silent house.

“Y/N!!”

Fumbling his phone out of his pocket, he calls Hotch, who picks up before the first ring is done.

“Reid.  Anything?” he asks.

“No.  I’ve banged and yelled, and she’s not answering.  Morgan have any luck getting her to pick up her phone?”

“No…” Hotch trails off.

“Could Garcia trace her work phone?” Reid asks.

“On it,” she says as Spencer pinches the bridge of his nose.

“I’m concerned that she’s misinterpreted me,” Hotch offers.

“Misinterpreted what?” Spencer asks.

“When she called and asked for more time off, I was more than willing to give it to her, especially when you told us what she said to you that got you back into work.”

“Why would she misconstrue that?” Spencer asks as he begins to sweat with nerves.

“Because I didn’t ask her for a reason, or ask if she was alright, and I think she might be taking it as a sign that I didn’t care.”

The team knew about your fragile mental state.  They knew that you had a tendency to withdraw from people, twisting their words and reading into things that weren’t there because of your low self-esteem.  In the field, you were one of the strongest players, but they knew that when they got you out from behind that badge, you felt vulnerable and weak.

“Garcia?  Anything?” Spencer breathes.

“Almost got it…” she trails off.

“Y/N!!” Spencer yells, banging his fist into the door.

“Got it!” Garcia yelps, “According to her phone, she’s at her house.”

“I still can’t get her on the line,” Morgan adds.

“Any luck?” J.J. asks, sticking her head in the door as Hotch gives her a curt shake of his head.

Inside the house, you were already fast asleep, your chest rising and falling as your dreams whisk you away to a place where you felt loved, beautiful, and safe.

A place that only existed in your dreams.

The arms of your best friend.

Curled up onto the edge of the bed as your mind whirls with dreams, flashes of kisses and rolling around in bed, scenes of vacations and waddling around pregnant with his children…conversations at 3 AM and comforting sessions as you cry on his shoulder and giggling with each other and sharing the same hotel rooms with work.

Sleep was the only way you could have him.

And you found yourself never wanting to wake up.

But little did you know that Spencer was becoming exacerbated…

…and very worried.

“I’m taking down her door, Hotch,” Spencer says as he takes a step back.

“Reid, I don’t know if that’s-”

“No one knew!” he shrieks into the phone as the team on the other end of the line goes silent.

“No one knew she loved me!” Spencer yelps as tears brew in his eyes, “And yet she agreed to help find Maeve.  I created a relationship with a previously engaged woman-”

The hitch in Spencer’s throat caused him to stop speaking as the team stands silent, their hearts aching for their two teammates.

“She’s my best friend,” he chokes out, “a-a-and she’s…h-…hurting…because of me,” he stutters.

“Reid, you need to understand.  If you bust down her door and go in there…”

Morgan knew what that would do to you.

“Is busting in to be her knight in shining armor going to help her?  Or is it going to cause her to become more attached to a man still grieving the loss of the first woman to ever tell him that she loved him?”

Hotch’s question weighed heavily on Spencer’s mind.

“Y/N’s the first woman to ever love me…” Spencer trails off.

“But do you love her?  The way she loves you?” J.J. butts in.

“She’s my best friend,” Spencer whispers.

“Who’s in love with you,” J.J. emphasizes.

Everyone wanted to tell him the exact same thing, but no one wanted to be responsible for the potential fallout between the two of you.

The inevitable fallout.

Spencer knew what they were telling him to do.  They were telling him to walk away.  They were telling him to grieve Maeve, to get her out of his system.  They were telling him to leave you alone, to not barge in and save you.  To not take you in his arms and hold you close and tell you that everything was going to work out.  They were telling you not to be your savior, to not make you a rebound, to not provide false hope when you could look him in his eyes and tell him something he wasn’t sure he could give you back.

But the friendship he had developed with you transcended what the team was attempting to communicate.

“I’ll see you guys Monday,” Spencer murmurs, closing the phone call and pulling the battery out before shoving the contents into his pocket and bracing himself on his back leg.

“I’m coming Y/N,” Spencer whispers to himself, raising his leg up and barreling it through your door as it swings harshly on its hinges, the air conditioning of your home pouring out onto the porch as Spencer walks himself in to the foyer of your home.

“Y/N?” he calls out, met with another bout of silence as he closes your door and flips the top lock, making a mental note to take you tomorrow to get something to fix your door.

There was a good chance you hadn’t left your home in weeks.

Taking the stairs to his right as he turns left down the hallway, he strides down the carpeted flooring before coming to your bedroom door, his body taking a deep breath before he slowly pushes your door open.

“Y/N?” he whispers.

But all he was met with were the light snores coming from your body.

The relief that washed over his system caused the tears brewing in his eyes to barrel down his face.

Walking over to your side of the bed, he dips down as he looks upon your face, your hair greasy and disheveled as he slowly brushes it away from your face with his fingers.

You were so far into sleep you didn’t even flinch at his touch.

As Spencer stays crouched, his eyes dancing along your darkened face as he takes in the puffiness of the bags under your eyes, he leans in and places and light kiss on your forehead just as you moan lightly and shift.

“Uuuh,” you groan as you roll onto your back.

Spencer shot up to his feet, bracing for your eyes to open as he watches you closely.

But all you did was continue to mumble in your sleep.

“Oh…Spen-…”

Spencer went from hesitant to curious as he furrowed his brow lightly.

His mind screamed at him to wake you up…

…but his curiosity kept you asleep.

“There…there…”

Spencer may not be experienced, but he wasn’t an idiot.

And it was evident as his face began to flush.

“Please…” you breathe.

He watched as your breathing began to pick up.  He watched as your neck began to flush.  He watched as your body began to gyrate and your lips began to puff little bouts of air as you dug your head into your pillow.

But then, just as quickly as it had come on, it left.  Your body settled, your breathing evened out, your skin returned to its normal color, and your mutterings ran silent as he watched your body roll back over to the edge of the bed and curl up into a ball.

And just as he was going to go move, finally pulled from his trance and realizing how creepy he must look, he sees your hand tumble off of the bed and swing freely in the air as your lips breathe one last detail.

“I love you.”

And that’s when he made his decision.

Sitting on the ground beside your bed, his head laying up against the mattress, he takes your hand delicately within his as he pulls it close to him, his lips planting a light kiss on the back of your hand as he holds it next to his cheek.

“I’m right here,” he whispers as he feels his eyes begin to droop.

“I’m right here.”

“Do you want bionic babies with me?"-BB

Originally posted by buckybtrxsh

Imagine: Another family get together has yet arrived, however this time you decide to take along Bucky to meet your family for the first time. It can’t go that badly, right?

Warning: Swearing and major fluff


As you walked into your shared room with Bucky, you noticed how he was sat quite comfortably in the middle of the bed contently reading a book Bruce had recently recommended. Upon your entry he lifted his head up and a smile engulfed his face, resulted in a smile lifting your face.

“Hey doll, how was the mission?” He asked as putting his book down, not without saving his page, and got up to greet his girlfriend properly.

“Oh you know, fine. It was just getting some information, no danger. I missed you though cupcake” You replied smiling at the nickname you had adopted for him, which he hated but you knew he didn’t actually mind it as much as he pretended.

Bucky’s metal arm sneaked around your waist, pulling you as close as possible. Your bodies completely flushed against each other, his other arm creeped up and cradled your cheek, ringing you in for a welcome home kiss. Not wanting to waste anymore time you grabbed his neck to pull him down and crashed your lips onto his. When your lips met the normal erupt of fireworks went off in your stomach and you grabbed his hair to try and pull him in closer, if that was even possible. Bucky’s tongue danced across your bottom lip politely waiting for entrance which you gladly welcomed. His flesh hand travelled to the back of your head playing with your hair, which he deeply missed when you were gone. Your cheeks bloomed red when you felt his excited member pressing against your leg, causing you to let out a moan, resulting in Bucky grinding himself on you.

“Welcome back doll, I really missed you” He breaks the kiss take in a much needed breath. However before you could reply or continue what you wanted, much to your distaste your ringtone echoed throughout the room.

Grabbing it out of your back pocket and checking the ID to see it was your mm calling. Showing Bucky who it was and shooting him an apologetic smile, you answer the phone.

“Hey Y/N, it’s your Mum here” She chirped through the phone, your smile deepened hearing that voice you had missed so much. Since you had joined SHIELD, you didn’t have much time to see your family. Only sparing a couple minutes for a quick Skype. Especially trying to use most of your time with your wonderful boyfriend, you hadn’t visited home in a long time.

“Yeah Mum I know I have caller ID” you joked, making her chuckle on the other end, “Any way, how have you been?”

“Oh it’s fine, nothing really happened over with us. I want to hear about your exciting life, especially this new mystery man of yours.” Already she wanted the juicy gossip. You don’t really blame her, as she has never actually met any of your boyfriends. You always used the excuse as you knew he wasn’t the one so you didn’t want to cause a fuss. But this time it was different. You loved Bucky with everything you have and after spending almost a year with him, you discovered he is the one you want to spend the rest of your life with.

“He’s great Mum, I really like this one” You joked, directing it at Bucky who had resumed his position on the bed and continued to read his book, knowing this conversation would be long. He looked up and sent you a cheeky wink.

“That’s great honey, hopefully we get to meet this one. But I actually called for a purpose and not just a gossip” 

“What? Is everything ok? Is everyone alright?” You worried, thoughts casting over to your elderly Grandma.

“Yes stop worrying! As you know it is your grandparents 60th wedding anniversary in a couple of weeks and I’m getting the whole family together for a big party. And I know that you have a busy job, but I was wondering if you would like to join us, and maybe your new man?” She asked sweetly, almost begging you to go.

“Of course I’ll take time to come off, I wouldn’t miss it Mum!” You assured, you noticed how this peaked Bucky’s interests

“And your new man?” Your Mum asked in a whisper

“I’ll ask him Mum, I would like you to meet him” You answered, already knowing that she will be over joyed. An excited squeal came from the other end, as you predicted.

“Oh great, I’m so happy for you baby, you are all grown up”

“Ok Mum, before you can bombarded me with questions I should go and tell him the news.” After saying your goodbyes, you turned to Bucky who was already waiting to hear what you were going to say.

“So…?” He questioned, you jumped on the bed sitting next to him and turning to face those blue eyes you fell involve with.

“Well, my whole family are getting together to celebrate my grandparents anniversary. And of course I am going, but my Mum was wondering if you’d like to join us as well?” You asked softly, not knowing how he will answer this.

“Is it just your Mum wanting me to come, or you as well?” 

“I suppose it would be ok if you came, but you might cramp my style a bit” You fired back, smiling widely. He shot you a smile, but then he fell silent.

“Hey baby, what’s wrong? Look I get it if you don’t want to come. My family are loud and full on, so it’s fine if you want to give this one a miss.” Your stomach fell in disappointment, you really hoped he would of come.

“Doll, it isn’t that, but what if they don’t like me? What if they recognise me as the Winter Soldier? Or what if they all say how I don’t deserve you and then you will finally realise it, and leave me?” He frantically questioned.

You brought up your hand to his face and pulled him closer.

“Bucky I love you more that life, nothing they say or thought could ever change my mind about you. What couldn’t they like about you, you’re handsome, charming, fun and must I go on? For the Winter Soldier problem, then you don’t need to worry about that because that isn’t or wasn’t you, you are Bucky who I would trust my life with.” You comforted him, pressing your forehead against his.

“What did I do to ever deserve you?” he questioned before connecting your lips together.




The brunette man next to you clutched your hand hard, desperately trying to calm himself down before you knocked on our childhood home, where he would be met with all of your family ready to meet and interrogate him.

Sensing his nervousness you turned and reassured him that he had noting to worry about and how you loved him no matter what. But before you could say anything else the door in front of you was ripped open and you were met with your brother.

“Yo sis, long time no see” he said as he pulled you into a much needed hug after a long time. Bucky stood there awkwardly, waiting to meet this other important man in your life. After disconnecting your hug, your brother turned to the nervous man bunned man with a nice white dress shirt and a pair of jeans, he cast a glance up and down your boyfriend.

“Hey man, I’m Mike. Y/N’s brother” He introduced himself sticking out his hand for a shake

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you. My name is James, but people call me Bucky, I’m Y/N’s boyfriend” Bucky answered politely, dropping your hand to shake your brothers, noticing how he avoided to shake with his metal arm.

“Wow, this is a rare sighting. Little Y/N has actually got a boyfriend” Mike joked

“Hey, I’m older than you! And I’ve had boyfriends, you just know about this one, for a change” Connecting your hand back with Bucky’s you push past your rude brother to find you parents.

“Oh Y/N it’s been too long, I missed my little princess” You heard your Dad call from the living room, surrounded my all your aunts and uncles.

“Hey Dad, I know I’m sorry. But you know how work is.” 

“It’s alright, I’m proud of how seriously you take it. Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend?” He gestured to Bucky, who stood stiffly next to you.

“Oh yeah, so guys this is my boyfriend of almost a year. He is called Bucky and we work together.” You announced to everyone. Bucky smiled and shook everyones hand. You could see how shocked everyone was when you introduced him as your boyfriend, you guess that’s what you get for never introducing them to any other of your boyfriends in the past.

“Hi, it’s so nice to meet you all.” Bucky said politely  

“Well, Bucky I feel like I should say that if you break my little girls heart then I will come after you, regardless of by the looks of you that you could possibly take me down in a second. But I know people” Your Dad threatened, you rolled your eyes in response, ready to defend Bucky but he quickly interjected before you could.

“Sir I would never dream of hurting Y/N, I really love her.” Bucky said proudly and took your hand back into his. A deep blush grew in your cheeks at his declaration of love in front of your family members.

“I love you too” You spoke softly to him, causing him to look down with a hint of red in his cheeks and a big grin.

“Awwwwww you guys are so cute!” You heard someone scream, upon recognising that voice you turned around to be met with your older sister, Melany

“Mel, its been so long!” You shouted and ran up to hug her. She quickly handed the two year old she was carrying in her arm to her husband. After a long hug and some tears coming from her you guys disconnected, ready to introduce Bucky to the rest of your family.

“Buck, this is my sister Melany, her husband Dave. Lily, who is 7 and Noah who is 2.” You pointed at all the members. The two men shared a hand shake but before Bucky could give Mel a hug Noah jumped out of Dave’s arms and ran to clutch onto Bucky’s leg. You could see him momentarily freeze but after an encouraging glance from you he bent down and picked up the little toddler.

“Hey there little guy. It is nice to meet you” Bucky said sweetly to Noah, he gurgled with happiness but when he caught sight of you, he started wriggling and stuck his arms in your direction. So you took him out of your boyfriends arms and started tickling the cheeky 2 year old. Noah squealed in delight and Lily raced up to you for a greeting of her own.

“Wow Lily, you have grown so much! Aren’t you a pretty girl” You complemented resulting in her to blush and giggle.

After putting Noah down you spotted your Mum in the kitchen talking to your Grandma and sister. Looking at Bucky who was noticelly trying to cover his left arm. You stopped his abruptly by laying your hand on it.

“Baby, you don’t need to do that. No one is going to judge you. They all know you are Bucky who has their Y/N wrapped around his finger”

He chuckled before replying, “I think it is the other way around Doll. Hey why don’t you go over and talk to your Mum. I can talk to Dave, he seems nice.”

“Yeah he is and funny, but are you sure?” You asked, cautious to leave and him feeling out of place. He gave you a smile and kissed you on the lips for reassurance, which you were more than glad to receive. As he turned to walk away you gave his bum a small tap causing him to look back with a shocked expression on his face, giving him a wink you sauntered away.


“Oh Y/N it’s so nice to see you darling” Spoke your beloved Grandma

“Gran, it’s great to see you too. Congrats by the way on 60 years!” you said happily after hugging her

“Oh yes dear, oh lord that is a long time. But enough about me we all want to hear about your hunking new man!” She replied excitedly, quickly giving your mum a hug you looked up to meet the big cheeky grins of your sister, Mum and Grandma.

“Ok guys. Well his name is James Buchanan Barnes, he has had a rough past but now isn’t the time to explain. But he is part of the avengers, so I saw him a lot and worked together often before we got together. But oh gosh, he is so charming, handsome, obviously. He is just everything, so funny and easy to get along with and we just click.” You gushed, letting a smile engulf your face.

“Aw honey, you really are in love” Your Mother spoke, slightly tearing up.

“I really am Mum, and I’m glad you guys can meet him.”

“So, whats he like in bed?” Mel asked cheekily, resulting in you cheeks firing up.

“Mel, I can’t say that!” You squeaked.

“Ok, but I’m going to get it out of you after you’ve had a drink.” 

“Oh no, we can’t we really should be back at the tower tomorrow” You confessed

“Oh come on Y/N, surely you can take two days off to spend with your family.” You Grandma spoke, with hope in her eyes. You really couldn’t say no to her, so you said you would speak to Bucky later.

“Well, I haven’t spoken to Bucky yet, so you can ask him when you introduce us.” Your mum said 

Heading over to the living room where you last left Bucky you couldn’t see him in the sea of your family. Panic surged through you, immediately thinking how he probably was scared off by something your Dad said, but a voice interrupted your thoughts.

“Oh look, there he is outside with the children” Your Mum noticed. And the sight  you were met with truly warmed your heart. Bucky was sat down on grass surrounded by about 10 kids, with Noah on his lap. There were various fridge magnets stuck to his arm, which was stretched out in front of him for the kids who were all gawking at it. As you approached the group and your boyfriend you couldn’t help but think about one day having a family of your own with this incredible man.

“Hey there kids, I see your are all stealing my boyfriend” You joked while crouching down to sit next to Bucky, your Mum also sat down but a bit further away next to Lily.

The children suddenly gasped and all shot surprised looks at Bucky.

“See I told you, she is my girlfriend.” He smiled in triumph, while leaning over to kiss your cheek. Your eye brows creased in confusion and you shot a questioning glance at hm.

“None of them believed that I was here with you, they all thought I was lying” He explained, you let out a laugh and confirmed to the kids he was in fact your boyfriend.

“Babe, whats all this on your arm?” Before Bucky could reply one of your cousins kids interrupted.

“We were seeing how many magnets could fit on his arm!”

Another child exclaimed, “Isn’t his arm so cool! You are lucky that you can touch it any time” There were a collected ‘yeahs’ in the circled, you and Bucky started to laugh.

“I know right, it is cool. But I know what you guys will like, Grandma has ice cream!” With that they all shot off to get their treats.

“Sorry Baby, I didn’t mean to leave you with them” You apologised

“Don’t be Doll, they were really impressed by my arm.” The two of you start to lean in but before your lips could touch your very oblivious Mum interrupted you.

“Hi there, I am Y/N’s Mother, Debbie. It is nice to meet you Bucky” We all stood up and they shared a hug. Whilst engaging in a little conversation you remembered that you were going to ask him something.

“Oh Buck, could we maybe stay over here tonight and then head back tomorrow?” 

“Yeah that’s fine Doll, but I don’t want to impose on your family time or anything.” He said, worrying about his presence.

“Oh don’t be silly Bucky, you are part of the family now.” You Mother interjected before you could. He gave her a big smile, happy to be part of a proper family again. You heard your sister call you over and with an encouraging glance to Bucky making sure he was ok, you headed over to her.

Buckys POV

I watched her walk over to her sister, a bright smile lighting up her very beautiful features. Her white summer dress floating along with her, making her truly look like a goddess, God my girl is beautiful.

“You know Bucky, before you we have never actually met any of her past boyfriends” Debbie said to him, which spiked his interest, turning to face her he asked why.

“Ah something about how she knew he wasn’t the one and she didn’t want to introduce him. That happened for a very long time, but here you are today” After hearing that a waver of happiness raced through my body, she thinks I’m the one?

“Wow, I am honoured to be here today to meet your incredible family.” I said to her causing her to smile in return.

“I’m glad that she has you Bucky, I can tell that you two really love each other, and I hope one day you will be legally part of this family one day.” She said

“So do I” I reply honestly. She starts tearing up and quickly pulls me into a hug.

Y/N’s POV

“So what did he say?” Mel asked hopingly

“We are staying!” You giggled while getting a glass of wine for the two of you.

“Now you can spill the beans” She looked at you suggestively, you know what she wants, all of the sex details. You took a large gulp of wine before continuing,

“Its amazing Mel, so is he. At first he was scared of hurting me with his arm but now. Oh god that arm is amazing” You gushed, she stood there taking it all in with a smile.

“I’m so happy for you, now we can both gush about our partners and not just me” She confesses. “Oh my God look at Mum and him!” Mel suddenly squeals.

You whip your head around and saw your Mum and Bucky hugging each other. That brought a tear to your eye and you quickly wiped it away hoping no one saw.

“Hey guys, what are you starring at-oh” Mike looked over and saw what you were watching dearly. “So the whole family loves your man Y/N”

“What about you?” You asked quickly

“Yeah he is cool, I like him. But I know that he is the Winter Soldier Y/N, are you sure you know what you are doing” He said, causing your sister to gasp, shocked.

“Look, how long has he been here? About 4 hours and all that he has been doing is making friends and playing with the kids. Do you really think that Bucky now could do any of that? Of course not because he wasn’t in control, Hydra brainwashed him over and over again. I love him and I love who he is” You stuck up for Bucky, almost quite offended by what your brother said. Mike shpt his hands up in surrender and muttered an apology.

Attention was then dawn over to Bucky who approached the three of you with a smile beaming. You moved over to his side and planted a kiss on his lips.

“What was going on with you and Mum?” You questioned in content

“Nothing” He said smiling to himself, but that made you happy as he was clearly getting along with your family members and developing a personal relationship with some of the people who mean the most to you.


A few hours later the party died down and everyone who wasn’t staying over at your Mums and Dads house had left. Leaving your Mum and Dad sitting on the love seat in the corner of the living room. Bucky, Mel and Dave were squished up on the other sofa with you sitting in front of Bucky laying your head in his lap whilst he played with your hair. But the best view in that room was the sight of little Noah cuddled into Bucky’s side and Lily clung onto his metal arm. A kids show was playing on the TV to occupy them as the adults talked.

“So how did you and Bucky meet?” Your Mum asked to two of you.

“Well, one day I had to go and see the avengers to complete some paper work and I walked bumped into him.” You replied, but Bucky had to interrupt.

“No no, she did not just bump into me, she hit me like a bus and I dropped everything I was carrying, you knocked your head of the wall. So in the end I had to take her up to the nurse to make sure she was ok, and it happened from there.” Bucky corrected and you smiled at that precious memory while the others looked at you in admiration.

“When you and Bucky have babies will they have a metal arm?” questioned Lily innocently looking up from her programme. Shocked at the question you momentarily gape at her and then a deep bush rises to your cheeks. Looking over at Bucky who matched you in colour caught your eye and sent you a smile,

“No Lily they will have normal arms” He replied in answer to her question. Will, he used the word will, you noticed. That means he thinks it will happen, right? A warm feeling travelled through your body at the thought of having a family with this man that you love. And that was the best vision and feeling.

“That sucks” She complained, making everyone else chuckle at the idea.

“Well, I want Uncle Bucky and Aunty Y/N to have a baby now!” Noah demanded, causing the two of yours cheeks to darken yet again, what were these children doing? It was your turn to reply to this one,

“Maybe in the future Noah.” Which caused Bucky to quickly look at you with at great big smile, almost like the happiest you have ever seen him.

“Yeah the future.” He continued to himself, his smile growing. Everyone else in the room silently awed at the two of yours reactions, happy that you have finally met the the one.

“With that I think we should head to bed” Dave interrupted, which resulted in everyone getting ready to head off as well.

“So will you and Bucky be staying in the same room or separate?” Your Dad asked quietly, almost scared of the answer.

“Um, together Dad. We live together back at the tower.” You answered truthfully 

A blush rose to your father cheeks this time and replied, “No funny business then” Which elected an eye roll and a groan from you whilst Bucky stood there quite awkwardly.

“Oh honey please, this is the twenty first century, no one saves themselves till marriage any more.” Your Mum tied to defend you, but only made matters worse.

“Mum!” You cried

“Don’t be silly Y/N, we are all adults here.” She tutted. Bucky shifted uncomfortably at the stare you father was emitting at him

“Well after that an before Bucky runs for the hills, we are going to bed.” You announced and quickly made your way up the stairs.


“Y/N?” You heard Bucky mutter, locking at the clock signalling it was 2:07 am. 

“Mhhhhm” You mumbled sleepily.

“Do you really want a bionic baby with me in the future?” He whispered, lacing a joke into a question that would effect both of yours futures forever.

“Cupcake, I would love nothing more than to have bionic babies with you.” You replied whilst snuggling into his chest. Ad you drifted off to sleep you herd Bucky whisper,

“You are the damned best thing that ver happened to me Doll” And with that you fell asleep dreaming of your future life with your husband and kids, you couldn’t of been happier. 

Inspired Interview

Request: “I kinda have an idea like, it’s a Chris even x reader, like the reader is the "new member” of the avenger universe as “Steve Rogers” girlfriend so she might be in “some” of the movies but anyway, like Chris and the reader are doing an interview for the new movie coming out, and they joke around, and the interviewer asks like, oh you two together: but they arnt but eventually do get together"- @angelfuzzy2

Summary: After an interview about their next movie, (Name) and Chris get to thinking about their relationship. They care deeply for one another, but should they risk what they already have for something more?

Pairing: Chris Evans/Reader

Warnings: There’s really nothing to warn you about unless count fluff and possible bad characterization as something worth warning

A/N: So this is my first attempt at writing RPF(real person fiction) so you’ll forgive me for any mistakes that I may have made. I’ll admit, this turned out better than I expected it to. This is also considerably shorter than the last two things I’ve written by about two thousand words lol. Obviously, Entertainment Tonight does not belong to me (pretty sure it already exists). It belongs to the good people who created it. I was merely borrowing it for artistic purposes.You can make requests of your own, but my Spring Break is almost at its end so it may take me longer than it did this week. Let me know what you think and enjoy!

“Ten minutes to air!” one of the stage hands yelled to the others as he ran off in the opposite direction to do something or other.

(Name) took a deep breath as she straightened out her dress, her nerves getting to her as she sat in the chair next to Chris. This was her first interview talking about the next Marvel movie, which she happened to play a major role in. She had Chris go over everything they could and couldn’t talk about, because it would be just her luck that she’d blurt out a major spoiler because she was so nervous.

Chris reached over and put a hand on hers, trying to calm her as the make-up artists came over to do a final touch up before they were supposed to start. “You’re going to be fine. They’ll love you. If they like me, they’ll definitely like you.”

She let out a nervous chuckle as she unconsciously put her other hand on top of his. “Thanks, but I have to call BS on that. They love you because you’re a loveable meatball. I’m neither loveable nor a meatball, so there’s no guarantee that they’ll like me.”

“Do not start with me on this. When are you going to see how adorable you are?”

It was then the woman who’d be interviewing them came up and sat in the chair across from them and chuckled, “Save the banter for the camera, you two. The people at home will eat it up.”

“Five minutes to air!” another voice yelled, its message echoing throughout the space.

Another deep breath in and out as (Name) began to center herself, putting her hands back into her lap as she did. She could do this. It wasn’t like she hadn’t been interviewed before. But this time was different. This time she had a hunky, incredibly attractive Dorito of a man sitting next to her, giving her that sincere smile because he knew just how nervous she really was. God, it was times like this she realized just how much she cared about him. But, alas, she didn’t want to ruin the thing she had with the person who just so happened to be one of her best friends. She thought this kind of thing only happened to people in soap operas, yet here she was, experiencing that exact dilemma.

“Hello, and welcome to Entertainment Tonight!” the interviewer’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts. Had it really been five minutes already? “Tonight, I have Chris Evans and (Name) (Last Name) here to talk to about their next project in Marvel Cinematic Universe. Thanks for joining me, you two.”

“Thanks for having us,” Chris smiled, taking the lead.

From there, things went fine, great even. (Name) soon came out of her shell as she saw how relaxed Chris seemed to be. There were the standard questions, like how filming is going, what other projects can we look forward to from Marvel, and the fishing for any plot spoilers to keep the audience interested. Then came the questions about chemistry on set.

“Yeah, I’m not sure who the troublemaker on set is. I think it’s pretty much everybody getting everybody into trouble,” Chris laughed in answer to the interviewer’s question.

“I can tell you who the troublemaker is,” (Name) butt in, “You are.”

“What? No, I’m not!” he exclaimed.

She laughed, “Yes, you are. Who’s the one who hoards the snack cakes from craft services?”

“Jeremy does it too!” he defended with a laugh.

“You’re the one who gave him the idea.”

That had him in stitches, his head was thrown back as he cackled. “It’s true!”

The interviewer laughed as she flipped over to the next notecard in her hand to move on to the next question. “Alright, you two. Everyone knows that in this movie, Steve ‘Captain America’ Rogers finally gets a girlfriend.”

“Key word: finally,” (Name) commented, causing Chris to chuckle.

The interviewer shook her head, a smile on her face as she continued, “Anyway, (Name), you play Steve’s girlfriend, yes?”

“Yes, I do,” she nodded in answer to the question.

“Well, it’s obvious you two are close on set, if that trailer is anything to go off of. But, my question is: Are you two just as close off set?”

(Name) and Chris shared a look before she answered, “If you’re asking what I think you’re asking, then the answer is no, we’re not. Chris and I are just friends. Nothing more.” Not that I don’t wish we were more, she thought to herself.

“Yeah, besides, she kisses weird,” Chris joked. “I don’t think I could handle kissing her every day.” Okay, to Chris, that was a lie. He would enjoy kissing those lips every day if he could. But, they were friends, nothing more. And he didn’t want to ruin that.

“So there’s a kissing scene?” the interviewer asked, suddenly interested.

“I’ve said too much,” Chris stated in a joking manner.

(Name) shook her head, going on to clarify, “Yes, there is a kissing scene, but it hasn’t been filmed yet.” She shot Chris a fake glare, “He wishes he knew what it was like to kiss me.”

“I bet it’s slobbery and all teeth.”

“You want to find out, pal?” (Name) asked, waggling her eyebrows suggestively.

“And on that note,” the interviewer said, “That’s all the time we have. Thank you for joining us.”

“Anytime,” her and Chris said at the same time. They shared a look as the interviewer chuckled and continued her sign off. This interview had given (Name) some insight into her dilemma. It had given her the courage to do some fishing. Maybe he felt the same? Or maybe she was just imagining that look in his eyes. Only one way to find out.

* * * * *

(Name) and Chris had decided to go out and get drinks after their interview, just to be able to relax. Seeing as it was a nice evening, they decided to walk to the nearby bar. After all, it wasn’t every day that they got to unwind and enjoy the pleasant weather that LA provided.

Walking side by side, they joked around, mostly about the events during their time on camera. Letting out a chuckle, Chris bumped her, a smile on his face as he said, “You did a great job. The lady interviewing us couldn’t stop laughing at what you said.”

(Name) smiled at her equally smiley friend, “Yeah, well, you helped.” They lapsed into silence for a moment, allowing the two to just listen to hustle and bustle of LA’s nightlife around them. A few minutes later, (Name) spoke “Do you really think my kisses are going to be slobbery and all teeth?” she joked, side-eyeing him.

“What?” Chris laughed, shaking his head, “No, probably not. But I won’t know for sure until you actually kiss me.” Sure, Chris was mostly joking, but there was some part of him that wanted it. He wanted to kiss the woman who had, over the past few months, become his friend.

There was something in his voice that told (Name) something was different. It wasn’t much, but it was something. It was enough of a something to give her pause. Stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, she pulled him off to the side, so as not to block the foot traffic, and asked, “Wait… Do you actually want to kiss me?”

“Uh…” He didn’t know what to do. Should he confess? Should he say that, yes, he absolutely wanted to kiss her and her stupidly beautiful face? Or should he play it off as a joke, just like he has been for the last month? Did he take a chance and potentially ruin the already good thing he has with this girl or did he keep his mouth shut and hope that she never found out?

Watching the conflict on her friend’s face gave (Name) her answer. He did. He did want to kiss her. What did that mean? Did that mean that he actually liked her? Oh god, if that were true, that would mean she’d been wasting so much time by keeping her mouth shut about her own feelings.

Now she had to know. “Chris, answer me,” she said quietly. Chris decided to hell with it. He was going to tell her the truth. If she were truly his friend, she would let him down easy if she didn’t feel the same.

“And what if I do?” was his response.

(Name)’s face heat up, much to her embarrassment. It was lucky she’d planned out her next move already. Otherwise she might have just stood there, forever the blushing idiot. “Then, I’d do this,” she stated, surprisingly without her voice giving away the fact that her heart was pounding in her chest. Her hands moved her his face, cupping his cheeks. He was clean shaven in order to play Steve, which left his cheeks touchably smooth. Standing on her tip toes, she leaned in and pressed her lips softly to his, her eyes slipping closed so as not to lose her nerve.

His were unexpectedly soft. She would have thought they would have a rougher texture, but they were soft against her own glossed lips. It was kind of awkward at first, as neither of them expected this to happen. But, once they get a feel for what their lips feel like against each other, they go all in. That’s when it became deeper, plunging into the neediness that was beneath the surface.

The kiss itself lasted a minute, maybe two, before they pulled apart. When they did, they just looked at each, really looked at each other. It was a silent evaluation of all they’d been through as friends, a silent question of Do we really want to do this? (Name) slowly retracted her hands from his face, tensed for the possibility of backlash.

After a few more moments of quiet, Chris spoke, “Well, that definitely wasn’t all teeth and not the least bit slobbery.”

(Name) let out a quiet laugh, her body relaxing slightly, “Does that mean you liked it?”

Chris pretended to think, a poorly hidden smirk forming on his face as he said, “I don’t know. I think I’m going to need another to know for sure.”

She rolled her eyes. “God, you’re a dork, you know that?”

“Yeah, but I’m your dork,” he said, but there was an unasked question behind it. The question of Am I your dork?

“Yeah, I guess you are,” she said thoughtfully.

Chris’ hands came to rest on her hips, pulling her closer to give her a kiss of his own. This one was significantly shorter than the last, but it seemed to solidify what they both knew to be true. Everything had changed. But, really, it hadn’t. They were still friends, just of the closer variety. This 'thing’, whatever they wanted to call their relationship now, was bound to happen. They knew it. Their co-stars and friends knew it. Hell, the paparazzi standing on the other sidewalk sneakily snapping pictures of them knew it too.

Alone || c.h

“Im worried about you, and i just want to help you”

Originally posted by fuck-cal

No one had an explanation for what happened. No one understood why his eyes lost that sparkle, they just became so dull. The way his shoulders slouched and his walk seemed grim. His once bright facial features are not stone, rarely showing any type of emotion. His laugh hasn’t been heard in month, I guess his conversations have suppressed to a minimum as well. At lunch he’s always sat in the back with his hands stuffed in his pockets, not even bothering to take a bite of his food. Most of all no one knows why he left the best thing thats ever happened to him, you.

His best mates don’t even understand Calums sudden change, mostly because they rarely see him anymore. It was only months ago when everything seemed perfect, you and Calum had that stereotypical perfect relationship. You both seemed to be so happy, or so you thought. His smile used to be so bright, it could make you smile instantly no matter how awful your day was.

You still steal glances at him in classes, he doesn’t notice though he’s to busy fiddling with the sleeves of his sweatshirts and jotting down notes in his ragged leather notebook; you used to adore his love for writing, you still do but now you just wonder what he’s been writing down. You look at him wonder if just maybe he was remembering the good times the two of you shared. Why did he seem so upset and disconnected from the world, if just months ago his life was so pure and full of laughs.

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I’ll see your face again – A Salute Extra

I think one of the most frequently asked questions I’ve gotten about Salute is whether Harry ever sees his family again. And because there’s no time like Christmas to be with family, well, there’s this.

December 26, 2015

“Would you hurry up?”

Harry sent a scowl over his shoulder, purposely slowing down as Piper tried to shove him into the lift of their hotel.

“Do I need to remind you that I’m carrying a cannister of VX in this case?” he asked as he carefully lifted the case in his hand, a leather briefcase on the exterior that was fortified with layers of titanium on the interior. “If I drop this and it cracks open, it’ll paralyse all of us in seconds and we’ll all die of asphyxiation.”

Piper immediately retracted her hands, sending a sheepish smile in Harry’s direction that he answered with a roll of his eyes. “Sorry,” she murmured as she brushed off the back of his suit jacket where she’d creased it, following him as he stepped into the lift. “I forgot.”

“You forgot?” Harry asked incredulously, quirking his brow at Piper as he leaned across to press the button for their floor, both hands grasping the handle of the case as the doors shut. “The most dangerous nerve agent in the world and you just forgot?” He snorted a laugh as he propped up against the back wall of the lift, shaking his head. “I’m bloody glad I’m the one that’s carrying the case now that I know that.”

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Bedroom 6

Heads high, y’all, heads high. Here’s MY new theory: these final six episodes are an exercise in bad absurdist theater. That is, they are a WASTE OF TIME in which characters do a bunch of completely unmotivated stuff that is basically offensive. I would just clonk everybody on the head and turn them back to their normal selves. (All right, to be honest, I would clonk everybody on the head simply to justify using the word “clonk” several times.) ANYWAY, ignore it all for a second and come play with me: here is the final part of our activity in the Bedroom. Previous actions occurred in part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4,and part 5.

Bedroom 6

“Okay, so the note fell out of Claudia’s program from the play. What does that tell us?” Myka asked.

“That this is divine,” Helena said, and kissed her again.

She had Myka backed up against the open doorway. And she was bestowing each kiss, she had explained, as a reward for making progress on figuring out the artifact.

Myka’s new theory (she was still aggressively not thinking about Claudia’s, though she had to admit, if only to herself, that all this kissing was weakening her resolve a little) was that Helena would kiss her after anything she said, regardless of its relation to the artifact. So she tested it. “Oranges are orange,” she said.

Helena kissed her.

“That is pretty divine,” Myka conceded.

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Beauty and Mr Charming: Chapter 7

TITLE: Beauty and Mr Charming

CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: Seven

AUTHOR tomcuddlesfic

WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: Actor Tom

GENRE: romance / fluff 

FIC SUMMARY: After being let go of her temp job, Stella finds herself in a sticky situation when her flatmate, a bearded and poorly dressed man named Tom, leans in for a kiss and only finds cheek. Staying friends and not lovers, Stella is in complete shock when Tom completely transforms from looking like a slob to suddenly someone…hot.  Can she sort out her emotions for Tom in time before it’s too late?

RATING: T

AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS: I don’t have any one shots i want to write right now so i thought i would just update this blog with another chapter. I would love to hear what you think :D 

Chapter 1 \ Chapter 2Chapter 3 \ Chapter 4 \ chapter 5 \ Chapter 6

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Feel Me Here (Bucky Barnes/Reader)

Summary: Bucky leaves you something to remember him by when he is away on a mission.

Warnings: Loneliness? But it’s fluffy, promise.

Words: 875

A/N: This one shot is inspired by the song Kiss You Slow by Andy Grammer. There’s also a link to another song further down in the text, so if you want to listen to it while you read the second half of the fic you can do so :) I hope you like it!

I know you didn’t think loving me meant so much time alone
Dinner for one on the couch another movie on your own
You know that I am never going to be a nine to five, that was never me
I was born with a compass in my hand and a restless soul
But when it hurts, when you can’t take it
And when the rubber band, feels like it’s breaking
Then hear the kick drum that’s my heart right there
Let the melody run its fingers through your hair
And my piano will kiss you slow tonight
And my vocals tickle your ear
And you almost can feel me here
And my piano will kiss you slow tonight

-Kiss You Slow by Andy Grammer

Originally posted by leafierleaf

Bucky was away on another mission. He had returned home from the last one with only one day before he had to leave again for three weeks this time. You had survived two of those weeks so far and only had one to go with no contact with Bucky whatsoever. Natasha had offered for you to stay at the Avengers complex for even some of that time, but you politely turned down her offer. You were afraid you’d be a lonely mess the whole time and just bring her down.

When you met Bucky Barnes, you had no idea about his “other life” with the Avengers. Of course you had heard about everything that went down with the Accords and the events that followed, but you didn’t recognize the cheerful, snuggly-looking man you saw at your favorite coffee shop for the stoic, chiseled Winter Soldier. You had shared glances for weeks before he finally approached you, and even then he waited until he knew he could trust you before taking you to the Smithsonian and explaining everything. Shortly after that you met Steve, Natasha, and the rest of the team, and you saw them often at Tony’s parties and whenever you were with Bucky. You two had holed yourselves up in a cozy apartment in Brooklyn near Steve’s, and while you still had your own life, Bucky had quickly become the center of it.

Which is why you found yourself sitting on your couch with your dinner scrolling through Netflix and trying not to sulk. Just as you had settled on the pilot of a show a friend had recommended, your phone vibrated to signal a text message from Natasha.

You tossed your phone onto the couch without bothering to reply and abandoned your dinner on the coffee table to rush over to the bureau-sized record stereo Steve had bought you two as a housewarming present. You didn’t use it much, but it looked lovely and reminded Bucky of his own time. You saved the record player for special occasions: once on your anniversary a couple of months ago, and the last time Bucky returned home from a particularly dangerous mission. You had put on a record of some big band music and danced with Bucky in your living room all night long.

When you lifted the door to access the controls, you were met with a record you didn’t recognize and a note:

“Can’t wait to dance with you when I get back, doll.
Maybe you can practice while I’m gone. Try to feel me here while you do.”
~Bucky

You felt your heart swell as you flipped the switch and the needle lifted itself onto the record. You heard the slight crackle of the record before Fred Astaire’s voice swelled over the speakers:

[Listen]
Heaven, I’m in Heaven,
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak;
And I seem to find the happiness I seek
When we’re out together dancing, cheek to cheek.

You smiled as you thought about Bucky planning all of this just so you wouldn’t be lonely while he was away. You turned up the volume and let your feet carry you a little further away from the player as you let yourself sway to the music, all the while thinking about having Bucky back home and holding you tightly as he swayed with you.

You played the record almost continuously for the next six days, only stopping it when you needed to sleep or leave the apartment. Still, you hummed it any chance you could. You had let yourself tie an unbreakable bond between that song and Bucky, so that now it felt almost as if he was home with you when you listened to it.

You had finished your dinner the following night and went to repeat the song. Bucky was due home today but no one had heard anything from him and you were starting to worry. You turned the volume up a little higher than usual in order to drown out the thoughts in your head for a few minutes and closed your eyes as you let the music take over. You got goosebumps on your shoulders as the melody filled your ears, and you started to sway again.

You almost didn’t realize that it wasn’t your imagination when you felt hands wrapping around your waist. You stayed still for a moment, afraid that if you moved, they would disappear.

“I see you got my note.” Bucky’s velvety voice was close to your ear so you would hear him over the music. Your eyes shot open and you twisted around in his arms.

“BUCKY!” You squealed, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in it, “Thank goodness.” You stepped back slightly to get a good look at him, “Are you hurt?”

“Nothing that won’t heal.” He replied, his lips pulling up at the side into a smirk, “I should go get clean-”

“Nope.” You cut him off with a finger to his lips, “I’ve waited long enough to have you back, I’m definitely not letting you go now.”

Bucky breathed out a laugh as he leaned in to press a soft kiss to your lips. You tilted your head to deepen the kiss as he began to sway you to the music. Neither of you planned on stopping any time soon.

Heaven, I’m in heaven
And the cares that hung around me through the week
Seem to vanish like a gambler’s lucky streak
When we’re out together dancing cheek to cheek


@beccaanne814-blog @waituntilthedustsettles

anonymous asked:

hello i appreciate all the work you do here thank you so much so i was wondering if you have any fanfic recs that are long and not too dark? its just that most of the time they all contain dark themes such as suicide, substance abuse, etc and i don't think it would be wise to read those consecutively do you have any that is long and light-hearted? I'm cool with the drama genre but not too dark sorry if I'm so picky

Oh, no don’t be sorry that’s actually a very valid request!  We should probably add a ‘fluffy’ tag or a ‘light-hearted’ tag to our tags page now that I think of it.

Besides the rec I’ll include below, you could also check the Romantic Comedy tag.  Most of those are pretty chill (and especially good for when you need to recover from something like a season finale or an especially dark or depressing fic) :)

A Room of One’s Own (NC-17 Word Count: 94,059)

All Dean wants is a little privacy. Cas doesn’t understand.

Well That Was Just Peachy (NC-17 Word Count: 63,779)

While Team Free Will is on a run-of-the-mill hunt, something abruptly goes awry out of a mess of confusing nowhere and Dean is left to deal with it all. Which is great, because without Sam and Castiel as their… usual selves, well, they may as well be giant, useless babies. There’s also conversation about personal space. Way too often. Which, of course, is even greater.

Exotic Berry (M  Word Count: 86,127)

Dean Winchester is like everyone else, mostly.  When he’s not being Deanna Winchester who moved out of the small town of Lawrence, Kansas to a prestigious boarding school with off-campus housing.  Things are going well for him, until he runs into Castiel Novak.

Preacher Comfort (M  Word Count: 42,799)

Dean Winchester works as a nurse at an after-hours medical clinic. He’s a champion at what he does, but for him, professionalism has its pitfalls: good-looking patients make him flustered. Luckily, his fly-by-night infatuation evaporates within minutes, since most patients only swing by once. Castiel (fondly known as Bee Sting Guy around the clinic) is one of those iniquitously handsome fellows – and he keeps coming back. He’s also a Catholic priest, 94% asexual, and in need of the tender love that happens to be Dean’s speciality.

Warnings:  Very Brief Mentions of Past Child-Abuse, Brief Mentions of Past Self-Harm

Comments:  Those couple of warnings may seem off-putting but I swear this is actually one of the most light-hearted, cute fics I’ve ever read.

Messenger Number 3  (M Word Count: 23,016)

Opening night is closing in at the Lawrence Shakespeare Festival, and the play is cursed. As if that weren’t enough for Dean, the head of the tech crew, to have on his mind. A tale of love, family, and iambic pentameter.

Ten Summers (M  Word Count: 33,036)

Dean is thirteen when he starts going to Uncle Bobby’s summer camp, and when he meets his best friend, Cas Novak. Over the next ten summers, Camp Wooded Falls becomes the backdrop for friendships, romances, and drama as they move from high school to college and ultimately into adulthood.

Love Equals Tragedy Plus Time  (NC-17 Word Count: 63,397)

Castiel Novak is a perpetually single, awkward mess of a high school teacher with a thing for bad boys, so it only makes sense that Dean Winchester, the very portrait of the phrase, were to travel to Pontiac Illinois to be his student. Dean’s in town with his family to hunt a ghost, but when he meets Mr. Novak, he finds a new reason to stick around. It doesn’t take long before the two give into temptation, and when they do, neither expect the life altering events that follow.
Dean certainly doesn’t expect to meet Castiel all over again - and ten years younger.

Silhouette  (M Word Count: 52,468)

Castiel Novak has searched high and low for a place to live and finally he has no choice but to settle on a little house in the countryside with four other people, Sam and Dean Winchester, Jessica Moore and Jo Harvelle. They keep a stable of horses and have acres of land, freedom Castiel has always longed for. And not only does he get the serenity and peace of the countryside, but he learns so many new things through living with these people and they teach him in the ways of their lives day by day. For Castiel, this little group of people become a proper family to him, something he has never had before and to his immense surprise, he finds love too.

The Grace Archer (NC-17 Word Count: 31,360)

As all the great tales begin: once upon a time, in a long forgotten place, there lived an archer. He shot so well and so true that the king took note and rose him in rank, until the mysterious archer was the king’s most trusted adviser. The archer served the king well, until the royal line was no more, and further still.
Tales of The Grace Archer were told for centuries. Fact turned to legend. Legend passed into myth. And that is how the archer preferred it, hidden in the forests and lost to mankind.
There he would have forever remained, if a young man with dark blonde hair and green eyes had not crashed into his life with a problem only The Grace Archer could solve…

Sleepless in Lawrence, Kansas (NC-17 Word Count: 50,162)

“Um, yes, hi. My name is Sam and I’m calling from Lawrence, Kansas.”
A new voice… Castiel loved new voices. They always had new stories to tell.
“Kansas… well, it’s not really midnight down there, is it? What keeps you up?” he asked.
“I’m worried about my brother, Dean.”
“Destiny is something we’ve invented because we can’t stand the fact that everything that happens is accidental.” - Sleepless in Seattle

How (thanks to Gabriel) Dean and Castiel (Accidentally) Raised Each Other (and Sam)  (NC-17 Word Count: 69,693)

In which, Gabriel meddles with the time line and Castiel becomes Dean’s angel rather sooner than intended.

Kung Fu Grip  (M  Word Count: 57,826)

“Cas, I’ve been enrolling me and Sammy in schools since I was twelve. I think I can handle it.”
Cas is frowning. “It’s not a matter of—handling it,” he says. “The principal will be more receptive and helpful to you if she believes you to have a parent or guardian who is actively concerned with your welfare. I want to make sure she understands you are important.”
Dean does not get a warm squishy feeling in his chest.
(In which Dean is de-aged, Claire and Emma are simultaneously the worst and best sisters ever, and Cas really deserves a hug.)

Seeking Friendship  (T & Up  Word Count: 36,364)

The information pops up in Castiel’s head as if he’s reading it on his computer screen right in front of him. He had come across Dean’s dating profile the very day he made his own three months ago. He must’ve looked at 20 or 30 different profiles that day, but Dean’s was the only one that kept replaying over and over in his head for a week after. “Dean W., seeking friendship.”

Forget-Me-Not Blues (NC-17 Word Count: 68,688)

Sam and Jess are getting married and Dean couldn’t be any happier for them. Honestly, they’re kind of disgustingly perfect for each other and Dean’s pretty damn excited about staying with them the week before the wedding. He’s Sam’s best man, of course, and he doesn’t even mind that Jess has her own best man to share in all the organisational duties. The more the merrier, right?
Except Dean must have done something to epically piss off the universe because Jess’s best man just happens to be Castiel friggin’ Novak. He’s got even hotter since High School, but apparently no friendlier and if Cas wants to spend the week pretending like they’ve never met before? Fine. Two can play at that game.

The Last Great Race (NC-17 Word Count: 82,346)

There is a race that takes place every year in Alaska called the Iditarod, a thousand mile journey across the Alaskan wilderness by dog sled team that has come to be known as “The Last Great Race on Earth”. It is a test of endurance, of the relationship between dogs and their people, traversing mountain ranges, frozen rivers, forest and tundra.
When writer Castiel Milton is forced to spend two and a half months in Alaska at Winchester Kennels to cover the race preparations and the Iditarod itself, the only person more dismayed than he is Dean Winchester, one of his hosts. Castiel views his assignment as a punishment and is less than impressed by his surly host, and Dean distrusts the sheltered city-born writer who has invaded their home and their lives. But soon, as the Winchesters prepare for their race and Castiel learns about sled dogs and what a musher’s lifestyle is all about, they forget to hate each other and their relationship evolves into something neither of them expected.

Bump and Run  (NC-17 Word Count: 77,770)

Dean Winchester, a junior at KU, could have never imagined that he would cheer for a professional football team, let alone for his favorite team, the Kansas City Angels. But he gets more than he bargained for when he strikes up an odd friendship with Castiel Novak, the Angels’ hall-of-fame bound cornerback. Dean has to juggle going to school and dealing with his family’s crises and planning for the upcoming UCA Nationals cheer competition, all while struggling with his sexuality and his feelings for Castiel.

Freefall (NC-17 Word Count: 128,538)

AU. The most exciting kindergarten teacher Dean Winchester’s life ever gets is when he plays mechanic in his uncle Bobby’s shop on the weekends. That is until a birthday party goes tequila-nova and he trips into a one-night stand with an incredibly hot firefighter named Castiel. Dean’s life gets a lot more exciting after that.

Vita Nuova (NC-17 Word Count: 61,800)

AU. Dean Winchester takes a job as a teaching assistant to get his little brother into a prestigious academy. He doesn’t quite expect such long nights and snobby kids, but the real surprise is professor Castiel Novak: or falling in love with him, that is.

The World Crashing All Around (NC-17 Word Count: 36,300)

During a storm in September of 1987, Dean and Sam hear something hit their roof. When they brave the backyard to investigate, they find a fledgling angel.
A story about best friendship, spoiled plans, and love, in four parts.

Learning Curve  (NC-17 Word Count: 37,853)

Dean is a pre-school teacher and Castiel Novak is his new student’s intriguing guardian. They both know the sacrifices that come with caring for others, but, over time, they learn what it means to want something for themselves.

Unfamiliar (NC-17 Word Count: 29,252)

“We all know that Familiars will be the closest to you. Your bond with a Familiar will transcend family, friends, and even your future husband or wife. A Familiar becomes a part of you, and you a part of them.” Mr. Adler’s dull tone rolls across the auditorium and it’s clear to everyone that he doesn’t care about the topic. It makes Castiel feel bad for his Familiar. “Now, can anyone tell me why Witches need Familiars and why they need us?”

Accelerando  (T & Up Word Count: 21,274)

When Castiel and Gabriel begged their aunt and uncle to attend public school for their senior year, Castiel had assumed they would fly below the radar, maybe attend a few social events, and more than anything, get out of the house for more than a trip to the grocery store or Emergency-Room visit.
Castiel is quickly discovering this year will be nothing like he imagined, seeing as he failed to account for one very important factor: the Winchester brothers.

Beyond The Ether  (NC-17 Word Count: 52,611)

Mythology fascinated Castiel. On a professional level, of course (a requirement when you teach world religions and philosophy), but very much on a personal one as well. When he accidentally summons an ancient pagan god and protector called Dean, he is thrust deeper into that world then he ever thought possible.

PWP: Pie Without Plot  (NC-17 Word Count: 82,517)

he is in the kitchen with flour on his hands and an apron and there is flour on his forehead and cas leans across the counter and wipes it off with his thumb and dean says “thank you” and cas says “you’re welcome” very seriously and later dean makes apple turnovers and he only ruins them a little and sam realizes it’s not a real hunt like four days into it and he lets dean stay undercover for like a week and a half or longer maybe way longer because he is such a good everything

Halfway  (NC-17 Word Count: 29,963)

A Fallen!Castiel bunker fic; Castiel arrives back at the bunker after six months of being missing, with eighteen of his newly-fallen brothers and sisters in tow; shameless schmoop and angel-care ensues. ♥

Chasing Cars  (NC-17 Word Count: 45,400)

After an awkward accidental encounter at a local strip club, Castiel discovers his college roommate, Dean, has a secret career as a stripper, and their relationship begins to change and a bond begins to form. They face the joys and challenges of life together and discover along the way how deeply they’ve come to care for each other.

Comments:  Now whilst Dean is a stripper, it’s merely because he’s trying to pay for school, there’s no prostitution or anything.  It’s more a part of the comedy aspect of the fic.  It also has a bunch of family feels.

The Best Years of Our Lives My Ass  (NC-17 Word Count: 111,000)

AU after Season 8, episode 6, “Southern Comfort.” Dean goes to sleep in a motel room in Texarkana, and he wakes up 17 years old, in his childhood bedroom in Lawrence, Kansas, 1996. He has no idea how he got there, why his parents are still alive, why his brother is an adorable freshman with no memory of his adult life, and why the only ally he has in this place is the angel he left behind in Purgatory – somehow also 17 years old. They have to get out, that’s the important thing. Only, falling in love with his angel wasn’t a part of the plan….

Try-Something Tuesday  (NC-17 Word Count: 48,400)

Dean Winchester teaches a third-grade class. He’s new to this whole ‘bisexual’ thing - but by pure happenstance, he meets Castiel: a particularly dapper male librarian who moonlights as a substitute teacher. Dean’s curious and Castiel is willing, so why the hell not?
Except, fate never intended it to be one-time-only…

The Request  (M Word Count: 36,770)

When Sam Winchester prays for his brother, Castiel is finally sent on his very first assignment. But what should be a simple love match turns into much more and Castiel finds himself risking everything to ensure the happiness of his extremely frustrating charge.

Convenient Husbands  (NC-17 Word Count: 39,000)

“It’s only temporary, right?” Dean says. “Just until you’re healed up, and then we’ll never have to see each other again. So what do you say, Castiel, do you want to marry me or not?”

Peanut Butter-Pumpkin Wedding Cake  (NC-17 Word Count: 31,000)

Dean is a waiter in a strip club to put his kid brother through school. Castiel is dragged to the club as a part of his sister Anna’s bachelorette party. Dean and Cas hit it off, but Dean thinks Cas is the one marrying Anna.

Crossroads State  (M  Word Count: 51,002)

Castiel has a nice predictable structured life teaching high school, even if he happens to be overqualified for it. Then this guy moves in around the corner and literally knocks him on his ass.

A Warriors Rest  (NC-17 Word Count: 27,619)

Castiel, an outcast fairy, has lived most of his life in the guise of a human in a sleepy Northwestern town in the state of Oregon. It’s quiet. People move there to retire and forget the world. And it’s small so newcomers are a thing of note. So when a man not near retirement age moves in, green-eyed and handsome, Castiel pays attention. But his cabin is set up in the midst of the woods the locals avoid. Where the entrance to his people’s lands rests. The thickset trees are teeming with the supernatural. So how is it this man hasn’t run screaming from the woods? And why does his home feel so strange to Castiel’s fairy senses?
But, more importantly, does he even care for those answers when the man grins so warmly?

Chains and Handcuffs (50 Shades of Awkward)  (NC-17 Word Count: 98,068)

After Dean abuses his new demonic powers for the umpteenth time, Sam gets fed up and stages an intervention. Castiel is assigned to demon-sitting duty, but when his new charge still manages to fly the coop, Sam decides that more drastic measures must be taken. It is terribly awkward for everybody involved… until it’s not.

Comments:  This actually surprised me because I expected it to be kind of angsty because Demon!Dean tends to be, but it’s actually pretty much crack and shenanigans and fluff.  

Wow.  This was all I could scrounge together right now, but there’ll most likely be a part 2 and 3 and so on, haha.  But I hope you like!

Enjoy!

The Winchester Gospels: Genesis

Characters: Gabriel, Balthazar, Chuck Shurley (talking about Dean, Cas, Sam)

Words: 1507

Summary: This is the story of what inspired our favorite God original prophet to pick up the Carver Edlund name and begin writing the Supernatural series.

Warnings: Crack. May or may not completely fit the canon  (I’m rewatching the series now and have forgotten a ton - go easy on me!)

A/N: Earlier this week, I was unexpectedly pulled into a Supernatural Fic Challenge. I was so nervous about getting something decent out by the deadline, that I wrote this in an anxiety-hazed cloud of panic. In the end, my friend recommend I submit the other fic rather than this one, but I felt bad letting this go to waste, so here we have it.


“And in the beginning, God said, ‘Let there be a Righteous Man!’ And thus, there was a Righteous Man! And the Righteous Man was good! And the Righteous Man was kind—”

“Well, not too kind. Has a bit of an attitude problem, if you ask me,” a blonde interjected.

“That’s fair,” the shorter one agreed. “Okay. Well… And the righteous man was moderately kind! And God looked down at his Righteous Man and was pleased with what He saw—”

“Heh. I think everyone was pleased with what He saw, am I right?”

“Hey, man. You mind? You’re kind of ruining the grand narrative.”

“I’m just making sure we keep things honest.”

“Riii~ght. Because honesty has always been your top priority.”

You’re going to lecture me on honesty?”

By nature, the author was a pretty laid-back kind of guy. But even the most passive aggressive of us have our limits, so at this point, he couldn’t help yelling, “What are you people doing in my house?!”

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Author’s note: As most of you know, I’ve been working on the AU Project, this got backburnered a little. Come January, both WIPs will be back on schedule. until then, I hope you enjoy this. And if you love Frozen Jewel, then this chapter is for you. :D

Also posted: FF.net / AO3

Chapter Seventeen

The group marched through the corridors, Elsa and Liam leading. The elder Jones was worried about Elsa but he hid it well. She was an innately kind person; she didn’t want to harm anyone. But Hans had committed grievous crimes and now compounded that with an attempt to escape. He needed to be dealt with, one way or another.

Emma threaded her fingers through Killian’s, following in her friend’s wake. He glanced at her, offering a reassuring smile. They hadn’t laid eyes on Hans since he’d been imprisoned. Emma never wished to see him again, but Hans seemed committed to causing trouble. Mentally, she cursed the distance between realms; it would be some weeks yet before they received a response to Elsa’s report to Hans’s father. Something needed to be done about him now.

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