the last time i made gifs of films was more than a year ago

Title: Subtle Jealousy
Character: Danny Rand
A/n: I didn’t wanna make it exclusive so the author character in this is totally made up.

“So, what’s happening again?” Danny asked as he watched you run around the main floor of the shop, shoving books into shelves with impressive speed and accuracy. He had offered help, but you refused, wanting to get it done as soon as possible.

You huffed, placing the last few books where they needed to go and turned to him. “One of my favorite authors came in earlier today, him and I started having small talk whenever I ran him up and he invited me out to coffee whenever I was finished here.”

Danny looked up at you. “I thought you always locked up the shop? Unless it was an emergency.”

“I told Layla about what happened and she offered to cover for me,” You explained, smiling at whenever you were finally finished. “Besides, I think I’ve earned a night off to myself don’t you think?”

Danny gave you a small smile, watching you hop about the shelves. “What’s his name?”

“Neil Melville, he wrote these great couple of books a couple years ago when he was still in college,” You explained, your fingers flittered around a couple shelves until you located the first one and tossed it to him. “But he’s really great, you’d like his stuff.”

Danny looked down at the cover, it was brightly colored and showed various mystical creatures all over it, so he knew it was fantasy.

“Where are you two going?”

There a short humming noise from your end while you tried to get the store situated before you left. “I don’t actually remember the name, I’m gonna give him a ring before I go.”

“You have his number?”

You gave Danny a short smile before passing him with a short nudge on his shoulder. “Listen, I’ll make sure to call you if anything happens. But you really shouldn’t worry.”

Danny looked over to you and saw that you were adjusting the collar of your shirt over your cardigan and fixing up your hair. He didn’t even notice he has started to frown whenever he looked up and saw how grumpy he looked in the mirror.

He hopped down from the counter, sliding the book on to it. “I think I’m gonna head out,” Danny said, placing his hands into his pockets and giving you a small smile. “But lemme know how it all goes.”

“Why exactly does this matter to you so much?” Colleen asked as she tried to measure up how much duct tape she would need to fix the one arm of her punching dummy. “And more importantly, why did you think to come to me? I get I’m your friend, but relationships aren’t exactly my specialty.”

Danny, who was sitting crossed legged on the floor, looked down at the mat and shrugged. “I dunno, you’re the only person besides (Y/n) that I talk to.”

Colleen tore a long peice of duct tape from the roll and turned back to him. “From what I’ve heard, this seems like a textbook example of jealousy, my friend.”

Danny’s posture straightened up and he frowned. “Why would I be jealous? That doesn’t make any sense.”

Colleen gave him a coy smile. “Yes it does. You have feelings for your old childhood friend, simple.” She turned back and began taping the wooden arm to it’s proper place.

Danny jumped to his feet. “No I don’t! I’m just concerned about her well being!”

“Mhm,” Colleen looked up at him skeptically. “Alright then, answer me this,” She started, leaning against the center of the training dummy once the arm was secure. “If (Y/n) were to continue to see this guy,” She instantly saw the shift in Danny’s eyes but kept going. “And eventually she starts spending more time with him than you, how would you feel?”

Colleen smriked at the grumpy frown that started to take up his face. She knew all about Danny’s feelings for you when she saw the way he looked at you when he brought her to your shop one day.

You and her got into a lengthy discussion about some novel and while you were going on a tangent, Colleen glanced over at Danny and saw him giving you the most enamored expression she’d seen on a person that wasn’t in a film.

Danny thought about it, and the answer was pretty simple. He hated the thought, it was bad enought that tonight was when the two of you usually went out into the city to do something together, but now the idea that someone would take up all of your time made him upset.

“I wouldn’t like it at all.”

Colleen nodded, pointing the roll of duct tape at him. “Then I hate to break it you, but you’re jealous.”

Still in denial, Danny looked up at her. “I don’t think she’d start going off with someone all the time, she’s not the type.”

“People change when they’re in love.”

“Who said anything about love?” Danny’s tone might have been a tad more sharp than be anticipated because Colleen was smirking again.

“Oh yeah, classic case of jealousy.”

Danny looked across the street at the coffee shop where you were seeing Neil. Not long after you got there, you sent Danny a small message letting him know where you were and that everything had been fine so he shouldn’t worry.

Still, everything about the situation seemed off to him. There was a nagging feeling in his chest that screamed that it didn’t like what was going on.

But it was all new to him, he had never felt this sort of way before.

But he knew he didn’t like it.

Especially since even across the street he could easily you and Neil sitting at a table next to the window. You and him appeared to be chatting up a storm, and Danny had never seen your eyes light up so much around another person.

Deciding to take the initiative, Danny crossed the street and entered into the busy coffee house, hiding himself behind a tall bookshelf so he could see exactly what was happening.

You two must have been discussing one of Neil’s books, because you began bringng up character arcs and other literary terms Danny didn’t fully understand.

But then, there was a brief moment when Neil’s hand brushed against yours and it prompted Danny immediately to walk over to the table without even thinking.

You saw him instantly due to your seating, and you gave him a confused expression when you did. “Danny? What are you doing here?”

Danny blinked, not exactly sure why he came over or how he was going to talk his way out of it.

“Are you a friend of (Y/n)?” Neil asked, prompting Danny to turn his attention to him instead.

“Yes! I am! A very close childhood friend!” Danny said, introducing himself as the two of them shook hands.

“I hate to interrupt, but Colleen had something happen at the dojo and we could really use another hand.”

You turned back to Neil and gave him an apologetic smile. “I’d hate to cut this short, but would you mind if I stepped out?”

Neil shook his head. “Of course not, we can always make time to talk again.”

Danny watched the two of you bid each other goodbye before Neil left the coffee house.

“So, what’s up with Colleen?”

Danny’s eyes widened for a moment when he remembered his small white lie. But his phone went off and when he looked at the screen it was a message from her asking where he ran off to.

“Actually, she just let me know that she called a guy to come over to look at the thing.”

You looked puzzled again. “Really? Maybe I should call Neil again then.”

Danny perked up. “Well on my way here, I saw that the movie theatre down the street is showing your favorite film, thought you might be interested in going with me since we’re already here.”

You smiled at him. “Today’s when we usually go out isn’t it?” You asked, to which Danny eagerly nodded and held his hand out to you, making you chuckled and placine your hand in his. “Lead the way.”

Danny laughed and the two of you left the coffee house, once outside you gave his hand a small press.

“You don’t have to go through all that trouble and lie to hang out with me, just let me know next time.”

Danny flashed you a guilty smile. “It worked though, didn’t it?”

Imagine browsing through your keepsake box with Chris.

A/N: Part 2 of Memory Lane, yay! It’s a little longer than usual so get comfy. Here are the links to the previous parts: (‘Memory Lane - Part 1’, ‘Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts and Baby Fever - Masterlist’)

You sat on the bed, browsing through your keepsake box filled with your life’s memorabilia. You couldn’t really call it your life’s memorabilia as it mostly consisted of mementos from your relationship with Chris; from the moment the two of you met until- well, now. There were other- some important, mostly trivial- bits and bobs: baby photos, old birthday and holiday cards, concert tickets, out dated passports filled with travel stamps, the key to your first apartment, etcetera; basically anything that reminded you of the best times of your life went into that box.

You enjoyed collecting things; you’d been collecting little mementos since you were a little kid. You’d been called a hoarder numerous times by several members of your family and friends, but you didn’t care. It was nice to be able to look back at different times of your life and reminisce; it also helped you feel less alone when Chris was away, and vice versa. It had also become tradition for the two of you to bring something back for each other, to add to the box after being away for work. Your last trip to London had you bring back a sweet postcard and a miniature black cab, whereas Chris added to the collection his air ticket- the one that brought him home to you a week early- and a miniature Captain America shield; a token from the cast and crew congratulating the two of you on your son.

“I’m curious.” You looked up as Chris exited the bathroom, wiping his hands with a towel. “Why didn’t you just call a plumber about the sink?” He raised an eyebrow and you shrugged. “So you’ve just been living with a leaky sink for five months? That’s very unlike you, Miss Perfectionist.” He teased and you chuckled.

“It only broke the other night,” you defended your perfectionist trait. “I was going to call a plumber, but then Captain America popped up on my doorstep.” You smiled when he chuckled, draping the hand towel on the back of a chair. “God,” you leaned into him and rested your head on his chest when he sat down and wrapped an arm around you. “I’ve missed you so much that I don’t even care that you’re all dirty from fixing the sink.”

“I’m not that dirty,” he chuckled, pressing his lips to your hair.

“Dirty enough,” you retorted playfully and he chuckled again. “Did the Russo brothers really let you go early, or did you lie and sneak off?” You looked up at him and asked. “I mean- Infinity War’s a huge movie, there is no way they could afford giving you pre-leave.”

“I may have told them you were going into labour early,” he said with a wince. You laughed because you knew he was joking. “No,” he chuckled. “They really let me go early. Remember when I FaceTimed you the other week? Seb came in because they were looking for me?” You nodded. “Well, they wanted to move my scenes forward so I could film them all and get home to you. Seb wasn’t lying when he said everyone was working double time,” he told you and you smiled. “The code word on set was Baby Cap. Whenever anyone got distracted, we used that to remind everyone that I had a pregnant wife waiting on me at home.”

“You work with some amazing people.”

“Yes I do,” he nodded. “I think it helps that you know Kevin Feigi and are friends with most of the cast, I feel like they were doing it more for you than me.” He admitted and you chuckled. “You know, if think about it-” he chuckled, “Marvel’s played a huge part in making our relationship what it is. I mean- we wouldn’t have even met if it weren’t for Captain America.”

“Remember how we met?” You asked and he nodded, chuckling. You sat up straight, leaned forward and reached for the Starbucks paper coaster that you’d scribbled your award winning screenplay ideas almost seven years ago.

“I remember how grateful you were when I gave you your coaster back,” he chuckled, taking the coaster from you. “I can’t believe that I was the reason you got that Oscar. You really should be more careful with your ideas,” he bopped your head with the coaster and you giggled.

“Can you believe it’s only been seven years?” You asked as you took the coaster back from him, smiling at your mini mind map that probably made no sense to anyone else who looked at it. “It seems like a lifetime ago.”

“Really?” He rested his chin on your shoulder. “'Cause I can remember it like it was yesterday.”
• • • • • • • •
Chris smiled as he watched the pretty girl in the red knitted scarf from the counter; you were furiously scribbling away on a paper coaster. The more he watched you, the more adorable he found you. You were clearly in the zone, working on something important, yet somehow you still had the time to pause to scrunch your face at the orange Gummi Bears and pick them out from the bag. He chuckled when he saw you pinch a red one from the bag, squishing it between your thumb and index while smiling to yourself.

“You’re definitely going to win me an Oscar.” You whispered to your coaster then smiled, drawing a small doodle of yourself holding an Oscar at the bottom of the square. “So cute,” you giggled to yourself then stopped when your phone buzzed.

Chris raised an eyebrow when he saw your eyes widen. You scrambled to your feet and frantically gathered your things, pushing them off the table into your open bag. You were in such a rush that you didn’t notice your coaster had not made it into your bag, but onto the floor instead. As you rushed out of the door, Chris saw the scribbled coaster on the floor. He picked it up and rushed out to look for you but you were gone, he sighed and glanced down at the tightly filled square. He smiled when he saw what you were working on, it wasn’t because he understood what you were writing- it was because your notes were visually appealing; your handwriting was cute and neatly printed, and everything was color coded. The best part about that small card was your doodles, the girl with the Oscar catching his eye. He didn’t know if he’d ever see you again or if he’d ever have the chance to return it to you, but he was definitely going to hold onto it just in case.
• • • • • • • •
You poked at your salad and sighed; your appetite completely gone after realizing you’d lost the coaster you’d scribbled your ideas on. You could probably remember some of what you wrote but it wasn’t going to be as good as it was the first time. You sighed again and heard Kevin chuckle; you looked up and winced when you realized you were being a total bummer.

“Sorry Kevin,” you chuckled softly. “I’m not being good company, am I?” He chuckled and shrugged, not wanting to agree with you because he didn’t want to hurt your feelings. “I just-” you huffed. “There were some really good ideas on that coaster and-” You cut yourself off, groaning. “I should’ve just written it in my phone like I usually do but I just bought these really cool pens and- You know what,” you cut yourself off. “It’s fine, I’ll come up with something else.”

“I’m sure you will, and I’m certain it’ll be better.” Kevin tried to comfort you. “Your parents called me the other day,” he began and you rolled your eyes, biting back your knowing smile. “Hence why we’re having lunch,” he continued with a light chuckle. “They’re worried about you, Y/N.”

“Of course they did,” you chuckled. “Why else would a busy man like you schedule a lunch with me when you’ve got a Captain America movie to make?” You quizzed and he chuckled. “I’m perfectly fine, Kevin. I’ve just been too busy with work to call or fly home.”

“Or socialize in any way,” he added and you sighed because you’ve heard it all before. “Y/N, you’re a successful twenty-four year old screen wright in Hollywood. You are constantly being invited to red carpet events and after parties with actors and directors and producers who could be perfect for you. Just pull yourself away from your laptop, put on a dress and go meet a guy.”

“My parents seriously called you to tell me to get a boyfriend?”

“I was the only one in the neighborhood,” he shrugged then smiled when you chuckled. “I care about you, kid. I want to see you happy, and though I know your work makes you happy- you need more than work. You’re twenty-four but you won’t be forever, it’s time you start thinking about your future.” You opened your mouth to protest but he cut you off, “personal life wise, not career wise.”

“Fine,” you chuckled. “If it’ll make all of you feel better, I’ll start looking for the love-” You were cut off when a oddly familiar male voice called out. You and Kevin looked up and you realized why you found the voice so familiar, it was Chris Evans; otherwise known as the actor who dawned the role of Captain America.

“It’s you,” Chris smiled at you- much to your confusion- as he strolled over with Robert Downey Jr.; he and Kevin looked about as confused as you because you’d never met Chris Evans before. “Who would’ve thought I’d run into you here.”

“You know him, Y/N?” Robert asked you with narrowed eyes.

“I know he’s Captain America but- I’ve never met him before,” you answered. “I’m sorry, have we met?” You asked Chris; he shook his head, chuckling. “But you know me?” You asked, the confusion increased in your voice.

“Yeah,” Chris nodded. “And I think this belongs to you.” He passed the coaster over to you and you face lit up, making Chris smile. “I didn’t fold it ‘cause you look like the kind of person who would find a crease annoying.” You looked up at him and chuckled. “I didn’t think I was going to run into you so soon though.”

“And I didn’t think I was ever going to see my coaster again, let alone have Captain America bring it to me,” you told him with a light laugh. “I was a little lost without this, it’s kind of my next project. So thank you,” you nodded gratefully at him.

“Save the thank you for your Oscar speech,” Chris responded and you were slightly taken aback by his vote of confidence considering he didn’t know anything about you. “I don’t know what you’re writing but- I have a feeling it’s going to be a winner.”

“Just like this pairing,” Kevin mumbled under his breath, smiling at you and Chris; Robert had the same knowing smile on his face as he glanced between the two of you. The two of you would’ve noticed if you weren’t so busy smiling at each other. “Why don’t you two join us for lunch?”
• • • • • • • •
“Who would’ve thought that one lunch would change our whole lives?” You asked Chris as he rested his hand on the swell of your belly, smiling. “And add another life to this world.” You rested your hand on top of his, both your wedding rings glistening in the sunlight.

“Me,” he said softly. “I knew from the moment I laid eyes on you that you were going to change my entire life,” he told you and you felt your eyes well with tears. “I was going to hunt you down with that coaster, like Prince Charming hunted Cinderella down with the glass slipper. You were something special, Y/N. I didn’t have to know you to know that, I could feel it.”

“You know I’m meant to be the writer in the relationship, right?” You quipped and he laughed. “I love you,” you told him as you leaned in, your lips inches away from his. “More than I’ll ever love another being.”

“Remember that when our son comes along,” he whispered then kissed you.

Tags: @widowsfics @m-a-t-91 @xoxomioxoxo @imaginesofdreams @ateliefloresdaprimavera @katiew1973 @winter-tospring @shamvictoria11 @caitsymichelle13 @michellekeehlmello Tags are still opened, just inbox me and I’ll add you. Same goes if you no longer want to be tagged, inbox me and I’ll remove you.

Dear followers,

It has been five years since I started this blog. What started as an interesting experiment has grown to a big project.

Over the years I discovered my own creativity through this blog, the response from you has been amazing; even overwhelming at times. It opened doors I didn’t even knew existed before. 

It gave me so much confidence and set me on the right path in my life. A couple of years ago I started shooting my own material which presented me with a whole new set of challenges, and enabled me to develop even more.

But right now I have to be honest with myself, the creation of cinemagraphs for this blog have become more of a task than a challenge, there’s no more to learn and it’s starting to hold me back. 

So I made a hard decision: no more regular updates for Tech Noir. (This doesn’t mean no more posts ever, I will create one whenever I feel like it, but the frequency of posts will be much lower.) I want to thank you so much for all your positive feedback and attention in the last five years. I am forever grateful.

Thank you!

Floris Kloet

Okay I know it’s Pancake Day today and not Valentine’s Day but I’ve been sat on this one for a while and it’d be unfair of me to hold off on it any longer. I’m getting back to requests just as soon as I’m on top of revision and coursework. In the meantime, I hope you all enjoy this fluffy little piece. It’s dedicated to my girlfriend; my noodle (hence the nickname mentioned in the story). Have a good Valentine’s Day, you dork. 

“Countdown”

“I know you think you’re being cute-”
“Excuse me,” You protested, “but I am in fact very cute.”

Wanda smirked and pulled the mug out of your hands, lifting it higher than you could reach as she pulled it away from you.
“I know you’re cute. You’re also incredibly modest.”

Keep reading

Imagine doing the long distance thing with Chris.

You sat on the set of your new movie waiting for your boyfriend to pick up your FaceTime call. You had to cancel your daily Skype session yesterday because the filming had taken longer than expected, therefore clashing with the set time you and Chris had decided on; 10:30AM Boston time. By the time you wrapped, Chris had somewhere to get to and couldn’t make the call. So here you were, making up for lost time seeing as you weren’t due for your next scene for about an hour.

“Bonjour Captain.” You greeted Chris when his face popped up on your screen. “Est-ce que je vous dérange?” You giggled softly at his bedhead and wondered if he only just got out of bed; the shirt he had on should’ve been a giveaway that he’d been up for hours and just didn’t brush his hair; he slept without a shirt most of the time and wouldn’t bother with one until he was ready to seize the day.

“Just because you’re in Paris doesn’t mean I too suddenly understand French.”

“I said,” you chuckled softly, “am I disturbing you? ‘Cause you look like you just rolled out of bed. I know you might be depressed 'cause I’m not around to put a smile on your face but come on, Cap. It’s two thirty where you are,” you teased.

“I’ve been up for hours, thank you very much.” He quipped and you laughed then covered your mouth when you heard a crew member shush you. “Did you just get shushed?” His voice softened into a whisper, afraid he’d cause you to get another shush.

“Yeah, I did,” you chuckled softly. “The things I’m willing to go through for you.”

“Like I haven’t been shushed because of you,” he laughed. “They more than shushed me the last time you visited the set,” he reminded you and you bit the inside of your cheek to stop from bursting into laughter. “By the way, you’re not allow on set while I’m working anymore.”

“Please,” you rolled your eyes. “Kevin loves me, so does Joss and the Russo brothers. As long as they are involved with Marvel, which is now until the end of time, I’m always going to be allowed the set.” You said and he chuckled, nodding in agreement.

“I miss you,” you told him.

“Tell me something new,” he smiled.

You’d been away from him for two months now, and you had another four before you could fly home to him. You were excited to spend time him, definitely. You couldn’t wait to sleep beside him and wake up to him kissing you; you were pining for those late night conversations in the kitchen while the two of you shared a pint of cookie dough ice-cream; you were ready for the morning walks you two would take with Dodger; you were even craving those Sunday afternoons where you’d pretend to enjoy the football game though he knew you hated it.

You were excited, yes, but there was that part of you that was dreading all of that. You knew a week after you returned, it was going to be his turn to leave for his job; the latest Marvel movie, 'Avengers: Infinity War Part 1’, and that was going to be six months of you being in the comfort of your shared home and him calling you from his sets, trailers, and hotel rooms. You were dreading spending time with him because you knew from experience that having even a second with him made it harder for you, just like it was incredibly hard for him when you left two months ago after the two of you had four work-free months together.

Long distance was something you two- after decades of being in the industry and three years of dating- were used to by now but that didn’t mean it was easier. There were days where- even just thinking about it- broke your heart; the loneliness and the isolation. There were nights where you’d call sobbing and he’d just let you cry into the phone until you fell asleep, and vice versa when he had a particularly bad day. There were the missed birthdays, anniversaries, and holidays that both of you would have given anything up to relive but this time, as a couple. Then there were the red carpets and A-Lister events you two have had to walk alone or attend solo because the other were caught up somewhere on the other side of the world; it usually led to exclusive stories claiming it was over and you or Chris had move on with another actor or actress you were seen with at said party or event.

You could still remember the fiasco with the very taken Sebastian Stan after you were seen together at a New York fashion show. His girlfriend, Margarita- a good friend of yours, found it hilarious. The two of you even joked at the double date dinner that perhaps swapping seats would change the headliner to 'Captain America and The Winter Soldier, sharing more than just a shield’; you had all laughed at that.

Long distance was always going to be difficult. Anyone who had ever done it had told you that, but they’d also told you that if the person was the right one- it was going to worth it, and with Chris, it was. Both of you were sure after the first date that the other was the one you could see the rest of your life with, and a promise was made that you’d persevere no matter how hard it got.

“How’s the movie going?” He changed the subject because he knew you’d start tearing up if you two got too in depth about the subject of missing each other. “I’m excited to see it, I can tell you’re going to beautiful already. Look at you,” he teased, “my pants are getting a little tight.”

“You’re an idiot,” you chuckled softly.

“Your idiot,” he reminded you and you smiled. “Anyway, how was the production meeting yesterday? Did you finally get a premiere date? Is it…” He trailed off with a hopeful gleam in his eyes which quickly faltered when you shook your head.

“It’s in the beginning of April so you’re most likely still going to be filming.” You told him with a small smile; you saw his head drop and heard a sigh. “It’s okay, babe. This makes us even then,” you tried to lighten the mood with a joke. “'Cause when your premiere comes around, I’m going to be stuck filming my next movie.”

“I don’t like how you’re in such high demand,” he pouted.

“I don’t like how you’re in such high demand either,” you retorted with a similar pout.

“Maybe we should quit,” he suggest with a small quirk of his lips; he was joking of course, he loved his job as much as you did. “We’ve got enough money to last us if we live simply. We could sell everything and hit the road with a truck and a caravan,” he said and you chuckled; it had been an idea sitting in the back of his mind since he went on Anna’s podcast. “I think it’d be nice to catch a break from Hollywood, don’t you?”

“I think you’d be bored if you didn’t get to put on your Cap costume,” you told him and he chuckled. “Just like I’d be bored if I didn’t get to be someone other than myself. I know you’re sick of long distance, baby. I am too but- we love what we do as much as we love each other. Giving one up to do the other easily when we can do both with a little work is lazy and stupid,” you quipped.

“I know,” he chuckled. “Forget I asked.”

You heard Dodger’s bark and you felt your smile grow.

“I guess he heard your voice,” Chris chuckled and descended to his knees so Dodger could be in the picture. “Look, buddy.” Dodger’s tail wagged excitedly. “Who’s that? Who’s that?” He pointed at the screen and you smiled, giving the puppy a small wave. “It’s Y/N, isn’t it?”

“Hi buddy, hey Dodge.” You cooed into the microphone and he barked. “I’ve missed you too, bud.” Your gaze fell back on your boyfriend who was happily patting his puppy and you felt tears well in your eyes. “I’ve really missed you too.” Both you and Chris heard your voice quiver; he turned to you with narrowed eyes and you cleared your throat. “I’m fine,” you assured him, smiling.

“Are you?” He sent Dodge away and got back onto his feet. “You look like you’re about to break and we can’t have that while you’re still working.” You took a slow, deep breath and turned away from the screen. “You need to stay professional, okay? Y/N, hey. Look at me, sweetheart.”

“I can’t,” you shook your head.

“Then hang up,” he instructed. “Hang up and call me later.”

“No,” your head snapped back to the screen. “I already missed yesterday’s call, I’m not going to cut today’s one short. I still have a while until my next scene so- let’s talk. I’m fine, okay?” You assured him and smiled despite how much you wanted to cry. “What have you been doing? What did you do yesterday?”

“Nothing unusual,” he answered. “I spent the day with the kids at the playground then took them for a little too much ice-cream.” He said then chuckled when you shook your head. “Yeah, I can’t take them for ice-cream by myself anymore.”

“How are the kids?”

“Excited for you to get back,” he told you with a smile. “I know one particular kid who would give anything to have you back right now.” He referred to himself then pressed his lips together when he realized he was doing the opposite of distracting you from missing him. “Sorry,” he winced.

“Don’t be,” you chuckled softly.

“Hey, um-” His gaze darted away from the camera for a moment and you narrowed your eyes at his sudden fidgety movements. “I have to go,” he told you and you felt your frown deepened. “I forgot I had something to catch and um-” He looked back at you and smiled. “I’ll talk to you soon, okay? Real soon, I promise.”

“Chris-”

He hung up on you before you could finished and you huffed, a little annoyed with his abrupt goodbye but mostly sad. You let your annoyance and anger fade when you deduced that he probably had a meeting and forgot to budget his time again. You pulled up your Twitter app and tweeted some of your fans while you waited to be called on. You heaved a sigh when you saw the time; 8:36PM. Filming was supposed to last another four hours so you were in for a long, long night. But hey, at least you could sleep in until ten tomorrow morning.
• • • • • • • •
The sun poked through your curtain and you felt the warmth of its rays on your face. You hummed and turned away from the window to face the inside of your fairly empty king size bed. Your eyes fluttered open for a brief second and a blood curling scream escaped your lips when you realized you weren’t as alone as you thought.

“Fuck!” The bearded blue eyed plaid wearing man jerked back and nearly fell off the bed. It took you less than a second to realize it was just Chris, your dork of a boyfriend; you quickly caught his arm and pulled him back in. “Holy shit,” he grabbed his chest where his rapidly beating heart was. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

“Me?!” You scoffed and laughed at the same time. “You’re the one who broke into my hotel room and climbed into bed with me! I thought I was about to get murdered by some crazy lumberjack.” You said and laughed harder when you saw him pressed his lips tightly, feigning annoyance. “Oh you know I love you in plaid,” you cooed and wrapped an arm around his neck.

“I know,” he chuckled, pulling your body closer to his. “I’ve missed this.” He whispered, holding you tightly against him and pressed his lips to your neck; you giggled as his beard tickled your skin. “This definitely made the nine hours of travel time worth it.”

“You travelled nine hours to come see little old me?” You pulled your head back so you could look him in the eye; he nodded with a wide smile. “How long have you had this planned?” You asked and his smile turned smug.

“Since Monday.” He informed you and you shook your head, slightly amazed he managed to keep it a secret for six days; he could never keep anything from you for more than an hour. “I could tell you were going to break sometime this week and I wanted to be by your side to hold you when it happened. It was hard, babe. I wanted to tell you the second I bought the tickets,” he admitted and you both chuckled.

“Chris, thank you for coming out.” You felt the tears prick your eyes. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” You told him and he smiled. “Honestly after you hung up on me yesterday,” you poked his cheek and he chuckled. “I nearly broke, but I didn’t 'cause I remained professional. But I’m glad you’re here now 'cause I was definitely going to have a sob in the bath tonight if you didn’t show up.”

“We can still have the bath,” he suggested flirtatiously and you giggled. “But you’re definitely going to be too preoccupied to have that sob.”

“I love you,” you told him.

“I love you too,” he smiled and kissed you.

The Perks of Being a Mayor

AN:  So last little epilogue in this series, some smutty fluff.  I can’t believe I wrote almost 16k words and 35 pages worth of extras.  This turned into more than I thought it would and if you want to read it in order:  We can’t keep doing this, Arrow Spec 05x01, Are You Over Me? (Deleted Scene), Arrow Spec 05x02, A Fresh Start.

Oliver and Felicity sit closely together on the couch, an old classic Hollywood film, Robin Hood, is playing.  They lean against each other, holding hands, her head against his shoulder; he’s got one arm wrapped around her.  

They look relaxed and happy.  Oliver looks down at Felicity, an affectionate smile playing on his lips. He brushes his lips against the top of her head, her concentration broken, Felicity glances up at him and smiles.

He can’t help it, her smiling face tipped up towards him is too inviting, he leans down placing a chaste kiss on her lips, but the kiss lingers.

She turns back to the screen, momentarily distracted by Robin climbing the trellis to win a kiss from Maid Marian in the movie.  But, Oliver is not distracted; he’s completely refocused on her.  He ducks his head down to place small kisses on her cheek, her jawline, her neck, pulling her hair away from her face with his hand; he kisses her earlobe, sucking the fleshy lobe into his mouth.

Felicity lets him, enjoying the sensation, but says, “Watch.  This is the best part.”  Oliver doesn’t stop, clearly not watching, still committed to sucking on the little tender spot, the bony hollow of her clavicle; his hands wander downward.  She closes her eyes at the sensation of him nuzzling her neck, his big hands squeezing her waist, pulling her closer.  

He pulls them both down from a sitting position, though at this point, they’ve drifted to a forty-five degree angle, to a spooning position on the couch. Oliver leans down to kiss her more thoroughly, sucking her top lip into his mouth, sliding his tongue roughly between her lips.  The rhythm floods her with warmth and wetness, a dull throb beating time inside her. He slides his fingers beneath her t-shirt, along the smooth planes of her stomach, skimming his hand up to her breast, squeezing lightly while his other hand inches downward, beneath the fabric, heading for the juncture of her thighs.  She squirms in pleasure, but uses her own hand to stay his from delving too deeply, murmuring.  “Oliver.”

“What,” he hums into her neck, brushing his lips back and forth across her skin.

“We can’t do this.”  He stills, then smiles amused, “this again?  I thought we resolved this.”  His thumb makes lazy little circles on her skin.

“No,” she sighs whispering, “my mom could walk in any minute.”

Keep reading

Below is a complete list of fanfics we posted as recommended by you readers out there, during Cockles Week 2015. 

Tantra Tutoring by jacklesandhydelecki

Summary:  Season 9 is well underway and Jensen is a little frustrated with his wife so far away. Misha decides to offer the wisdom and relief of Eastern mysticism and meditation to help them reconnect. It does not go as planned fortunately for all of us.

Second Take by betty days

Summary:  Wherein Destiel becomes canon, and Jensen and Misha face the consequences of their first kiss.

Fever by lysanatt

Summary:  It’s Christmas and the otherwise so mild Vancouver is hit by a rare blizzard. Misha is hit by the flu and Jensen is hit by the urge to take care of Misha. Of course there are unexpected consequences to it all.

The Plot by castiel_left_his_mark_on_me

Summary:  Jensen is happy that Danneel gets along with everyone from the show; especially the wives - which, doesn’t always bode well for him. Sometimes, however, certain things just happen to work out.

Better with Age by castiel_left_his_mark_on_me

Summary:  He has good reason to be paranoid - even if Misha is relaxed about the idea of the world knowing about them, Jensen sure isn’t. Life can already be tough in the public eye. Why would they want to make it harder by exposing all this? Yet, when it comes down to it, Jensen might not really have much say in the matter.

The Weight of Things Not Seen by wendyindahouse

Summary:  After an accident on set, Jensen is hospitalised and in a coma for 2 days. To everyone’s relief, when he wakes up he appears fine, but it soon becomes clear that Jensen’s memory has been affected. How much can he remember, not just about who he is, but about the people in his life, and what he feels for them?

Beyond This Earthly Realm by n_nami

Summary:  Nobody told Jensen that activating his magical abilities to improve his everyday life would make him see the spirits and colorful little monsters living in the realm beyond. However, nobody could’ve prepared him for falling for a cheeky gypsy who was trapped in the spirit realm centuries ago and who already knows him better than his co-ed Danneel and fellow magician Felicia together.
Misha and Jensen are head over heels for each other - if there weren’t those annoying technicalities, like the non-existence of a portal between the two realms. But when a wizard and the spirit of a gypsy set their mind to something, they get stuff done.

Despicable Misha by n_nami

Summary:  In a world where super-villains have to compete against each other each day to gain the respect of the Evil League of Evil and the support of the Bank of Evil, Mischievous Misha struggles with both, plus a distinctive lack of new ideas for heists. He’s been in the business for quite some time, and though his minions and his best friend Jared keep him busy just fine, it’s only when Jensen moves into the house next to Misha’s that he becomes aware there’s something more to life than being evil. What he doesn’t know is that Jensen is a villain like himself, just younger and an up and coming one, and only moved here to put Misha out of the way.

The Light of a Thousand Stars by casdoms

Summary: “So honey now… take me into your loving armssssssss!” Jensen sways a little to the music, “Kiss me under the light of a thousand starssssss… Place your head on my beating heart!” He closes his eyes with a grin, “I’m thinking out loud… that maybe we found love right where we are…”

A voice calls out from somewhere down the hall, “SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

Jensen turns to scowl at the source of the voice before hollering, “Hey, FUCK YOU!”

He opens his mouth to say something else but suddenly Misha’s there and he’s got a hand on the collar of his shirt as he yanks him into the room.

Orizuru by kadielkrieger

Summary:  No matter how insignificant the question, Jensen has always craved answers. The origami birds scattered in his path are no exception - each accompanying message more obscure and more pointed than the last. As he slowly becomes the proud owner of a growing paper menagerie, Jensen has to decide whether to follow the clues or follow his heart.

Two steps forward by serenhawk

Summary:  Jensen is having issues. Work is getting on top on him and inside his head is not where he wants to be. So when something unexpected occurs with Misha it distracts him, but also complicates life in a way that it’s the last thing he needs. Or so he thinks.

When I was your man by n_nami

Summary:  After eight seasons of Supernatural, the writers finally decide to openly have Dean and Castiel fall in love. The only problem? Jensen and Misha fell apart when Misha left for most of season 7, and they had a hard time fixing their friendship ever since. Now it’s not only having to deal with character bleed – because Jensen starts to understand where Dean is coming from – but also with the fallout of their failed friends with benefits arrangement.

Reconciling Hollywood by qthelights

Summary:  Misha has always prided himself on his mastery of the first impression - both giving and receiving. After all, people are easy enough to read if examined through the appropriate lens. For the last two years he’s stuck to his guns and his assumption that Jensen is just a good guy who made a dick mistake back when he thought Misha was disposable. Pushed him up against a trailer door and took because he could. But now, with Jared overseas with his new bride, Jensen around more than ever, and a decision weighing heavy on his conscience, Misha realizes that truly knowing Jensen might be nearly as impossible as knowing himself.

Six Years by mymishaandjensenfic

recommended bc: “this is super cute super fluff and sweet” - anon

Summary:  Jensen and Misha have been working together for six years but they’re only friends. Jensen’s in love with Misha and jealous of Barrowman. Misha’s in love with Jensen and thinks it’s unrequited. Barrowman helps, or tries to.

Burning For You – by AleishaPotter

***A/B/O Dynamics***

Summary: Jensen’s heat suppressants fail just before he has to film an intense scene with Misha, the Alpha who caused all the problems to begin with.

Do You Know What You Think You Know – by ljunattainable

Summary: Everyone knows Jensen and Misha are together.  Nobody even thinks about it.  They just know.  Except Jensen and Misha.  They don’t know.  A few things happen in the space of a few weeks that leave everyone at least knowing the same thing

Just Breathe – by ocaptainrogers

Summary: Misha is sick – fucking miserable, but refuses to go home and rest instead of finishing up the last scene for the day. His own obstinacy is going to come right back and bite him in the ass and leave him in a much worse shape than he first thought. Luckily, a certain Jensen Ackles comes to his rescue.

Walking Up The Down Slope – by raelee514

Summary: Jensen Ackles loves his co-star Misha Collins;  there is just one big problem,  he married Danneel Harris and has tried to bury his attraction to Misha.  Until one night at a Christmas Party at Misha’s house he gets drunk.  Once something happens it can’t unhappen.

References – by n_nami

Summary: When Jensen was offered a role in an indie movie as Misha’s partner, he didn’t expect the filming of the included sex scene to develop like this.

The Truth – by ElizaStyx

Summary: Based on a lovely, emotional prompt from earth_dragon
She wrote: “Your awkward project is amazing! There’s something specific I’d like to see. There is never enough Emotional! Misha in cockles fic. I’d love to see a fic in which he’s just had a terrible, no good, very bad day/week/whatever. Nothing goes right. And by the end of it he’s just HAD IT and the last thing sets him off and he bursts into tears. Of course, neither he nor Jensen really knows what to do because it’s not really like Misha to react this, but Jen hates to see him hurting and upset.”
You may not believe me but I somehow managed to make it even sadder than it seems.

Human Mistakes – by jumble_of_fandoms

Summary: Misha knew he should have checked that photo more, but now it’s too late. Not only is he having to deal with the pressures of being at a con, he is now having to see all of the hate and malice being thrown his way. He also fears how Jensen will react when he finds out, and decides to lock himself in his room with a cheap bottle of whiskey to drown his fears.

I Never Knew – by Hallemcready

Summary: When Jensen and Jared push Misha too far, it leads to a confrontation and some long overdue truths.

Cockles in London by Tennyo 

Summary:  After Asylum 14, they decide to stay in London for a while before heading to Rome.