the nineties were a good time to grow up watching television

anonymous asked:

winteriron neighbours au bucky is 28 or 29 and tony is 24 or 25, where bucky and tony live next to each other and tony is scared of him. bucky is always grumpy, angry, glaring at everyone. tony thinks bucky is a serial killer. one day he just blurts it out and bucky is very offended. that's how they start talking. later when they start dating steve still can't get over the fact that tony had thought that bucky was an assassin. he still laughs at them because of that. happy ending.

Resting Bitch Face/Bucky will always be one of my top pairings lmao. (Man I had plans for this and then I threw in angst lol I’m a failure.) Look out for under the cut!

You can also find this on Ao3 here.


Tony was pretty sure his neighbor was a serial killer.

Like, he’d done the proper thing his mother had said to do, introduce himself to his new neighbors (he had a standing offer to have coffee with Bruce anytime), but when he’d knocked on the door of 4D, a man had answered looking ready to commit murder. There had been bags under his eyes and his eyes were red and his hair was a mess. He’d grunted out a terse ‘the fuck do you want’ and Tony had been able to do nothing but squeak. And then the door had been slammed shut in his face.

Which, you know, might have been a little rude; no one looked good first thing in the morning and Tony had clearly blind-sided him. But the guy hadn’t had to slam the door in his face. He had planned on just nicknaming him ‘Rudy McTrudy’ and moving on with his life.

Except sometimes Rudy McTrudy came home late at night clutching his left hand with a towel that was stained with blood.

Tony nicknamed him ‘Murder Guy’ instead.

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tigerkat24  asked:

wait hold up you remember the wall coming down? Can I ask you about your memories of the Soviet Union disappearing and how that felt to you? I know how my parents' generation felt about it, and I'm curious to know what the people in between felt. Obviously only if you have time/interest!

Well – okay, yes, I do remember the wall falling, but for some context, I was nine. So while I remember the day the wall came down, it’s mainly because I did not know what the fuck was going on and my parents were very bad about explaining it.  

I was born in 1979. By the time I was aware of the world around me, the cold war was essentially over. I did not grow up, as much of the younger boomer generation and most of GenX did, under continual threat of mutually assured destruction. By which I mean you can hear people a few years older than me talk about how they just assumed they would die in a nuclear armageddon, and I never had that sense. (Until, uh, recently.) I didn’t even have much of a frame of reference when it came to “USSR as a hostile entity” because by the mid-eighties we were actively trying to de-escalate and thus we’d begun the slow migration away from “Russian as default bad guy” in movies. Which I wasn’t allowed to watch anyway. 

To put this in perspective both geopolitically and personally, when the Berlin Wall fell, my maternal grandparents were in Russia, and moreover were on their way to Berlin. I don’t remember my parents, including NOTABLE WORRIER My Mother, even being concerned about this before my grandparents left. Going to Russia in the late eighties as Americans was probably not comfortable but it was possible, and my grandparents did it because Gran was crazy and Packa was ride or die for her. (They asked me what I wanted from Russia and I told them “a hat like the ones Russian soldiers wear!” and fucked if they didn’t bring me back a rabbit-fur earflap hat that Gran got for ten bucks on the black market. How did she find the black market? My grandmother, everyone.) 

So the day the Berlin Wall falls, I emerge from my bedroom expecting the kitchen to be lit and my parents to be cooking breakfast with my baby brother, because that was our normal routine. Instead, I found my parents sitting in the dark, listening to the radio, terrified. I knew something huge and life-changing had happened but I had no idea what, and at the age of nine had no real ability to comprehend it. I didn’t understand the fear of destabilization; I didn’t understand that my parents had lived with the Berlin Wall since they were nine. It seemed like a good thing to me – when the TV news started showing it, everyone in Berlin (wherever that was) seemed really happy about it, so why was every adult I knew so freaked out?

Gran and Packa sent us a telegram later that day telling us they were fine and were on their goddamn way to Berlin because in no universe will the fall of Communism disrupt my Gran’s travel plans, God rest her soul (unlikely). In addition to my awesome rabbit-fur hat, which I still own, they brought us a bag of cement chips from the Berlin Wall. 

Essentially, I had never seen that region of the world as a particular threat. The USSR as an entity held no inherent significance for me, so the end of it – which had been coming for a long time at any rate – did not impact my life, except that for like three years all our geography and history books were out of date. Now, as an adult, I understand its significance and I can see why it must have been terrifying, but there’s no emotional link there for me, and no real memory of it happening, because it had already been in process for years.

So, yeah, I guess that’s about it – I really never knew much about any of it until after it was over, when I was studying it in high school in the late nineties. 

100 Kisses

Summary: You decide to give Bucky 100 kisses for his 100th birthday.

Word Count: 2,845

Warning: cursing

A/N: I’m sure in parts of the world Bucky’s birthday is long over, but it’s still March 10th where I live! Happy Birthday, Bucky Barnes!


9:15 am

Steve Rogers stared at you with wide blue eyes as you attempted to wolf down a bowl of cereal. There were many things out of place in this picture—for one thing, he couldn’t quite fathom how a person could so wildly eat cheerios, your spoon constantly clanging against the sides of the bowl.

For another thing, it was rare that you were up this early on a Friday, even if it was a special occasion. He glanced at the clock opposite him, noting that it was only fifteen past nine in the morning.

The super soldier opened his mouth to say something, but he stopped short at the abrupt sound of your chair scraping its legs against the floor. You shot out of your seat to drop your wares in the sink before floating across the table, depositing yourself in Bucky Barnes’ lap.

Bucky eyed you with a smirk, still chewing his breakfast while you placed your hands around his neck. You stared at him with doe eyes, batting your lashes heavily. “You need somethin’ darlin?” he questioned you, the tips of his lips curving into a smile despite the pointed look he was trying to give.

“Uhhhhh hurry up!” You bounced impatiently on his thigh, squirming around as you started to slip. “I’m only at twenty-seven!”

“Twenty-seven what?” For a quick moment, everything you could have possibly meant flashed into Steve’s mind, some of them not exactly what he wanted to think about over his first meal. With a quirked eyebrow he looked at the close couple, searching their faces for an explanation.

“I’m trying to mmm-” Your voice was cut off when your boyfriend shoved toast into your mouth, the jam smearing across your lips and making it sticky. Smugly, Bucky returned his attention to Steve, who watched on with a bewildered expression.

“She’s attempting to give me one hundred kisses today.” His voice was laced with mirth, a silly smile plastered onto his lips that juxtaposed his usual expression. Steve laughed, understanding your restless behavior.

“Did she give you ninety-nine last year?” Steve asked, very amused by the challenge, but also grateful. While your idea was strange, he found it sweet and affectionate; just the type of love Bucky needed after years of solitude.

“He hid his birthday from me last year, and now he has to pay for it!” you accused, poking your finger into his chest. “Besides, one hundred is a special milestone! Much more so than ninety-nine.”

“Most people don’t make it to ninety-nine,” Bucky pointed out, prodding your cheek with the end of his fork. You could see him fighting the urge to cave into your demands, hiding his grin with a cup of coffee. His eyes seemed to shimmer, much like they did when Steve brought him to the tower for the first time.

It felt like so many years ago that you’d met Bucky, a cautious, broken thing with eyes like glass. You didn’t think you’d ever get to see him so comfortable, so relaxed, so human. It made your heart swell, more so than the kisses ever could.

“Well then, even less people make it to one hundred. I’m glad you’re one of them,” your smile softened as you placed a kiss to his temple, his eyes closing in reverence. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, placing his head against yours.

“I’m glad you’re here with me. You too, punk,” the brunette’s eyes picked up to Steve’s, narrowing playfully. “I see you over there.”

With a grin, Steve held up his hands in a placating gesture. “Who me? I’m not doing a thing. Just watching my best friend be totally disgusting with his girlfriend.” He was shaking now, wiping a tear away from his eye as his laughter continued.

“I guess there’s some things one hundred years can’t change”


1:34 pm

“Fifty three…fifty four…fifty five…fifty six,” You were on a roll, having placing your lips back and forth against Bucky’s for a few solid minutes. You were getting fast, knowing that at some point he would grow impatient of sitting on the couch for such small pecks.

He hadn’t complained yet, a satisfied smile growing even wider as the other occupants of the room stared in horror while you repeatedly kissed Bucky, counting in between. Sam mimicked retching, his acting turning into an actual couching fit.

“Jesus Y/N, aren’t you tired? And I don’t just mean from having to look at Barnes in the first place.” His voice made you stop, turning to face the man with a weak glare. Wariness showed on your face, emphasized by your off-guard expression and swollen lips.

“Could you please be nice to him for like, one day out of the year? Actually two; Christmas is a good time to lay off him too.”

“Could you two maybe get a room? We’re trying to watch quality entertainment, not whatever gross thing you guys are doing,” Clint groaned, eyes still glued to the television. Tony and Sam agreed with a round of complaints, the entire room beginning to get rowdy.

“Why are we even watching this? It’s March Madness, turn on ESPN!”

“Um, the Joffrey Ballet is performing Romeo and Juliet and I’m missing it.”

“Would you guys mind if we put on Star Trek?”

“Fuck Next Generation, Brucey. Someone hand me the remote or put on How I Met Your Mother.”

All of a sudden the T.V went blank, the remote clanging to floor as you dropped it with your powers. The room was suddenly silent, no one daring to make a move as your eyes returned to normal.

“I was here first, and I say you’re all watching T.V. in another room,” Your voice became dangerously low, scarring the others to scamper out of their seats without any complaints. There were small apologies being thrown at you, mostly muttered from Clint and Tony. (“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please don’t use your powers!”)

You smiled until a pair of lips were pressed firmly to yours, a much longer, heated kiss that stole your breath and your thoughts. Bucky had grabbed your waist, pulling you to straddle his lap once again.

“Sixty,” he reminded you, voice low as though he was sharing a secret. You blinked, forgetting what the numbers were for in the first place. He had that effect on you.

He smiled, a little embarrassed, but hugged you closer all the same. “I wanted to give you one. That was pretty hot.”  


6:28 pm

“What number are you guys on now?”

Natasha lazily swirled her spoon in her tea, head propped on her fist as she sent a smirk towards you and Bucky. By some miracle you weren’t completely smothering him, the two of you eating like normal people at the dinner table.

“Eighty-six. I’ve been spreading them out, he likes it better that way.” You beamed at him, unaware of his blushing state. Nat, however, noticed this right away, wiggling her brows to gain his attention.

“I’m sure that’s not the only thing he likes spread out,” she winked, and immediately after Bucky placed his head in his hands. A chorus of feminine cackles erupted, making his face even hotter.

“Bucky, please,” you wheezed out, holding a hand to your stomach. You gave his back a little rub, coaxing him out of his flushed state. “What are you acting all shy about, baby?” you teased him, the two of you calling him “ladies man” and “lover boy”, harping back to the stories Steve used to tell about him.

Bucky slowly lifted his head, hands still covering his face. “You know, I thought today was going to be more embarrassing for you than for me. How could I be so wrong?”

You rolled your eyes as his antics, prying his hands away. “C’mon Buckaroo,” you joked, trying to use as many dumb nickname as you could to calm him down. “We’re only teasing.”

“Relentlessly,” he added, and you scoffed, placing your hands on your hips.

“You’re one to talk about relentless! Do you want a list of all the times you’ve taunted me! You did that to me this morning!” Bucky peeked at you through his fingers, catching the frown etched on your face. “It’s only fair!”

“Sorry, don’t recall,” he muttered, getting up from his seat and walking away from you. You sputtered, standing quickly and bumping your thighs against the table.

“Hey!” he was starting to run now, even with very limited space. His back was retreating faster down the elevator corridor, and you picked up speed, getting a running start off the ground before you flew towards him.

“I can fly faster than you can run, Barnes!” you called after him, eyes glowing as you shot forward. Bucky suddenly turned, arms wide open, ready to catch you with a solid stance. You tried to slow down, but you were hurdling toward him like a comet. The force of your collision sent him skidding backwards, his feet tripping over themselves to regain a sense of balance.

You ended up twirling like a top, his arms wrapped around you as you spun into the elevator. Your giggles turned into a hiccups, only to be silenced by a kiss. A deep and slow one, melding your mouths together and ultimately grounding you. Any dizziness that persisted afterwards was not from being spun, but rather from the kiss that had you seeing stars.

“Eighty-seven,” you counted proudly, without a single hiccup.


10:04 pm

Ten o’ clock wasn’t late by any means, but it had been a long day.

There had been something of a party in the common room since seven; a small gathering that consisted of the Avengers, and a few other agents Bucky knew well. Tony had promised it wouldn’t be anything he wasn’t comfortable with, and that if he wanted the celebration over, he could have it.

Tony kept his word. Even though Bucky had been having fun, he realized that while he was busy catching up with Thor and Scott Lang, Y/N had hardly been by his side. Perhaps it was the suddenness of it all, but he felt immensely detached, gazing at her from across the room with longing looks.

You were quite adept at deciphering Bucky’s looks, even from far away. He’d given you this long stare, his baby blue hues so cloudy and dull, reason enough to saunter over to him and press a quick kiss to his lips.

“You okay?” you asked him, concerned that he wasn’t having fun. He didn’t seem to suggest the idea, but you could tell that something was bothering him. The first two times you did it, he shook his head and granted you a small smile.

The third time was different. By the third kiss you felt his restless energy, his hands cupping both your cheeks, seeking some sort of outlet. You held his hands, looking straight into his eyes.

“Bucky,” you paused, making sure he was hearing you. “Bucky are you alright?”

He was beginning to nod, his hair falling into his eyes as he bowed his head, but his chin never came back up. “I’m fine, I just,” he sounded strained, his voice thick with some emotion you couldn’t quite place. “How many left?”

“Ten,” you told him, rubbing the pads of your thumbs over his hands. “Just ten more.”

He licked his lips, grabbing onto your wrist loosely and pulling you away. “I want to go.” He was using short sentences, his speech rushed and shoulders tense.  Today had been long, and social events tended to tire him out quicker than anything else.

“Okay baby, you stay right there, I’ll tell Tony.” You gave him a smile that was forced, the façade vanishing when you turned away from it. You nearly jogged to reach Tony, explaining the situation as best you could, despite not understanding it yourself.

He was good about it. Tony didn’t make a scene, he just waved graciously with a small smile. Bucky returned it, and suddenly the whole room was raising a glass in his leave.

“Happy Birthday, Buck! Hope you had fun.” Steve’s strong voice was wistful, but his smile was not at all sad. Bucky gave a salute, relief seeping back into him as you two looped arms, turning your backs to the avengers.

“You sure you’re okay?” It was simply precautionary, your worry fading when he gave a genuine smile.

“I’m fine, doll face. Just wanted to cash in those last ten kisses in private.”


 11:15 pm

He was smooth, in almost everything he did. It was scary, sometimes, how he could surprise you like that. Bucky appeared so sharp, so bent and twisted sometimes that you were always taken aback by how careful and soft he treated you.

His hands slowly went up your side, bunching the soft cotton of your pajamas impatiently. When he detached himself, his burning blue eyes looked straight at you, lips parted but unmoving, the question unspoken between you two.

“Ninety-eight,” you replied, breathing heavily against his lips, your foreheads touching. He’d been playing this game since he’d gotten you alone, taking charge of the gift you were supposed to give him. He rolled his hips under yours, nails digging into your sides almost painfully as he angled his mouth down for another go.

Suddenly his pursed lips met the pads of your fingers. He blinked, watching as you sat back on your knees, taking his wrists into your hands.

“This is my gift. You can’t take control of it, that makes it yours.” You felt like you were pouting, crossing your arms to convey your annoyance, even it if was acute.

Bucky laughed until he realized you were serious. “What? Darling, come on,” he persuaded, lifting up your chin. “It is for me.”

“Yeah, but it’s, I’m,” you struggled to form your thought into a coherent statement, one that would make sense. “I’m giving you one hundred kisses, in my time. You can’t cash them all in like a rain check.”

That seemed to do the trick, your boyfriend leaning back on his elbows, looking at you with raised brows. “Well when you put it like that,” he drawled, and you used your strength to push him down onto his back.

“When I put it like that,” you mocked him, landing on your side next to him. You grazed your finger across his jaw, tracing the outline down his neck and collarbone. His skin was hot to the touch, but shivers wracked his spine when your nails scratched under his chin. He was eager, hands twitching to touch you. You laughed at his restraint, cupping your hands to his cheeks and giving him a soft, tender kiss that lasted but a minute.

You didn’t need to say it out loud; you both understand that this was the last of them, the final kiss to mark his birthday. He smiled as he shifted to mirror your body, arms snaking around your neck. He wanted so desperately to say something, but before he could even think about it, your lips placed a small peck to his.

“One hundred! Happy Birthday, Bucky!” you grinned sneakily, and he grabbed you, pulling you onto his lap. You laughed at his expression, the fleeting anger that bubbling under his shock.

“What? That so does not count!” he yelled, feeling cheated. He pulled your wrists to bring your closer, so close that your chests touched and your eyes were solely focused on each other. You still stifled some giggles back, and Bucky finally sighed, resigned to the fact that, no matter how devious it was, you’d kept your promise.

“You’re forgetting something,” your chirpy voice reminded him, and he grumbled a quick response before you placed your hands on his chest. You captured his attention a mere moment before you captured his lips, this time in a kiss that mattered.

It started slow and hesitant, as though you were testing unsteady waters. Soon it became deeper, those hovering hands now fully immersed in his hair, tugging at the roots with just enough pull to spur him on further.

Bucky placed his hands on your hips, slowly sitting himself up, never breaking contact. He placed you back down onto the bed, his weight pressing against yours. Your resolve broke, that earlier statement off the table as Bucky guided you onto your back, trapping you between his arms. Your head pressed into the mattress, your body sinking as your breath was stolen from you, Bucky’s chest flush against you.

When the need for air became too hard to ignore, Bucky pulled back, a questioning glance on his face. “Pretty sure I’m not one hundred and one,” he inquired, and you smiled.

“One for good luck.” Your answer made him break out into a grin, one so contagious you nearly forgot about everything else. He slowly leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, a good and quick thing that conveyed everything it needed to.

“I don’t need luck when I’ve got you.”

Our Girl

PAIRING: reader x Steve x Bucky (friendship) 

WORD COUNt: 2.1k

WARNINGS: non expect slight angst and fluff. 

Request from @prcngs-moony​: Y/N is a combat prodigy Bucky and Steve are getting flashbacks cause she reminds them of an old friend. Kinda like her to be on the younger side so it’ll be all family feels. [Bonus points if you use “out of the way senior citizens coming through”]

This was super cute to write! Hope you enjoy x 

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GIF NOT MINE: 

Originally posted by stevesupallnighttogetbucky

Being the youngest member of the most highly skilled group of people in the world came as a shock too most. It surprised them looking at you and wondering just what quality you possessed that granted to access to people like Tony Stark. You couldn’t move things with your mind; you didn’t have super strength or Hulk like qualities. All in all you were very unassuming, which came as your advantage. You had been trained at a very early age in almost every form of combat training, both you parents were SHIELD agents as though it best to teach you self defensive. When they died you promised yourself that you would make them proud, that you would keep fighting to save as many people as you could. Like your parents did before you. 

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The Chris Evans Mini Series (One Shots)

Imagine Chris reading a bedtime story to your children. 

A/N: I had been planning to write this for a while now, but haven’t gotten around to it. Then I saw that Chris was going to tell bedtime stories?! That just made me sit down and write this, it’s just- ughhh whhhhhyyyyy? 

*Word count: 2,484 🙊 I think I can just safely say that all these mini series one shots are going to be that long ‘cause I can’t help myself. They are just such a good couple to write about, give me that life already. 

The nightly routine in the Evans’ household started at approximately 4:30PM. The kids would hang out in the backyard, or watch TV in the living room, while you and Chris prepared dinner. That was really the only time in the day where the two of you could catch up without any interruptions because your kids knew Mama and Daddy needed to focus when working with sharp knives and hot stoves. Bedtime was another, but that time was tried to use for something else. Those moments were becoming rarer and rarer as you both suffered from exhaustion on a daily basis; being in the Hollywood Industry as well as the parents of two excitable children with exploding personalities took a toll. You and Chris both agreed you were lucky to have the other for support otherwise there was no way you’d manage. 

After dinner came the clean-up; you and Chris always made the children help so they knew they weren’t entitled even though their parents were rich and famous. Then it was bath-time, and that was a lot more work than it should’ve been. Both Jack and Lola would run up and down the halls in their underwear, making you and Chris chase them. It was always fun, until it wasn’t. Chris would have to catch both of them and carry them into the bathroom, and you’d have to lock the bathroom door behind him so your little bugs couldn’t escape. You’d then leave Chris to handle bath-time while you went down to your study to get some form of work done, be it plotting out an idea or replying to some emails. It was incredibly busy around your house and you could only squeeze work in-between nap-time, playtime, bath-time, and bedtime; all the times, basically. You were a parent about ninety percent of the time now, a hundred if your husband had to leave the state to film a movie. You wanted to complain, but you couldn’t; you loved being a mom and you loved your adorably annoying, but also perfectly perfect kids. 

“Oh God,” you heard Chris enter your study and you swiveled your chair towards him. He was drying himself up with a towel, just like every other night; the kids could never keep the water in the tub or to themselves. “If I wanted to get this wet, I’d go ride Splash Mountain.“ 

"Don’t act like you don’t love it,” you laughed as you saved your documents and powered down your laptop. Chris coming down meant that it was time to tuck your children in; the two of you liked doing it together if you could. “Uh uh,” you stopped him when you saw him through your laptop reflection, lowering himself down on the leather couch behind your desk. “You’re going to ruin the leather.” He chuckled softly, holding up his hands in surrender as he made his way back to you. “I’m done anyway, we can go tuck the kids in.”

“Alright,” he took your hand when you got to your feet. “Let’s go fuck this shit up.” He said and you laughed, pressing a kiss on his cheek; he smiled in response as he led you out of the study and towards the staircase which was on the other side of the house. “What are we going to read them tonight?” You shrugged as your mind scanned through the titles you bought for your children’s bookshelves. “They’re still fairly excited, so I think we’re going to need either a long one or three short ones." 

"I blame you for their excitable personality.”

“And I blame you for their night owl personality.”

You both laughed and Chris squeezed your hand, smiling. “Can the quality of a night owl be a part of a personality?” You quizzed and Chris nodded. “Well- I’m sorry I like staying up late, it’s the only time I can think properly. It’s also the only time I can anything done around the house, considering I have three kids running wild in the day." 

"Dodger?” He quizzed. 

“Chris Evans,” you corrected.

“Ha ha,” he bit sarcastically and you laughed; he tried not to do the same by biting back his smile. “You knew before you married me that I’m like Peter Pan, I’m never going to grow up.” You nodded, chuckling. “And you yet still married me,” he teased you.

“Yeah, well- you have your moments,” you teased him back and he laughed, pulling his hand out of yours to wrap his arm around you. “Chris!” You laughed, trying to shove his damp self away from you; he only tightened his grip. “Great,” you chuckled, “now I’m wet too.”

“Sounds like we’re in for an interesting night then,” he whispered into your ear suggestively and you giggled, slapping your hand on his cheek ever so gently. “I’m going to go change into something drier so I don’t wet their beds,” he told you when you got the top of the staircase; you nodded. He released you and headed for your shared master, whereas you walked to your kids’ shared bedroom; you found Jack, Lola, and Dodger waiting patiently for your presences.

“Mama,” Lola pounced on your leg the second you entered the room; she hugged you tightly and you smiled, resting a hand on the top of her head. “We sprayed Daddy with water at bath-time,” she looked up at you, grinning cheekily.

“I saw,” you laughed and scooped her into your arms when she released your leg. You looked over at Jack who was browsing through his side of the bookshelf so he could find a book for you guys to read to them. “Bud,” you called and he turned to you as you sat down on the edge of Lola’s bed. “Did you find something?”

“Not yet,” he shook his head. “I don’t know, Mama. We’ve read all of these books already, I want something new.” He gave up looking and walked over to you, taking the knee that his little sister wasn’t on. You hugged him tightly and rested your head on the top of his blow dried hair, before turning to Lola to kiss hers. “Why can’t you read your writing to us?”

“I could, but I don’t think you’d understand a lot of it. It’s elaborate and it’s for adults to really think and reflect on their lives and issues that society possess,” you explained and they both huffed even though they didn’t understand what you told them. “And my love stories are a little too…” You couldn’t find the word; it wasn’t like it was Fifty Shades, but it didn’t have that childish nature Disney love stories carried. They were simply too young to comprehend any of it, perhaps when they reached double digits.

“There’s one love story we could tell them,” Chris interrupted from the doorway; he’d been standing there a while, just smiling at how perfect his family was. He entered the room and sat down on the floor next to Dodger, patting his bud’s head before finishing his sentence. “About an actor and how met the most beautiful writer.”

“Oh yay!” Lola hopped off your lap and jumped into her dad’s instead, resting her small head against his chest as he wrapped his big arms around her. He smiled at you as he kissed her head, eyes asking if telling your love story was a good idea.

“Is that the story of how you and Daddy met?” Jack asked you and you nodded, smiling at your husband. “We’ve never heard that story before, have we?” He quizzed and you shook your head. “So can we hear it?" He looked between you and Chris; both of you nodded at the same time. "Yes!” You lifted him up as you sat on the floor opposite Chris; Jack cuddled you, resting his head against your chest like his sister did with his dad.

“Take it away, Captain,” you told him with a smile and he looked genuinely surprised you wanted him to start. “I write and tell enough stories at work, I think I can let you do that at home.” You winked and he chuckled softly, nodding in agreement.

“Are my little pumpkins comfy?” Chris asked, but got no response.

You both look at Jack then Lola; you tickled your son for his confirmation, and Chris tickled your daughter for hers. It wasn’t until they both nodded, giggling, that Chris began telling the story of how the two of you meet. While you knew exactly how the two of you met, and have spoken about your first meeting with him numerous times before- it was going to be nice to hear what he was going to tell your children.

“Once upon a time, there was a very handsome actor.” Chris began, smiling when he saw you stifle your chuckle. “His name was Christopher Robert Evans and he had just gotten the role of Captain America.” Jack and Lola grinned excitedly, hearing their dad’s name and his comic book character. “He was starting on a path of great success and he should’ve been happy, but he wasn’t.” He did one of his half smiles and you pouted, making him chuckle. “He was thirty years old and he was still alone. He wanted someone to go home to, someone to love and love him in return, and someone to start a family with. He searched and searched, but he couldn’t find anyone. Until one day, at a Starbucks coffee shop-”

“You found Mama!” Both Jack and Lola squealed excitedly, making you and Chris laugh.

“Yes, I found Mama,” Chris nodded, sharing a smile with you; both were filled with so much love and adoration, your hearts ached. “I saw the most beautiful girl sitting by the window. She was eating red Gummi Bears and furiously scribbling away on a paper coaster. She had a bright red scarf on and her pretty hair was down, she had no makeup on but she was breathtaking. Absolutely breathtaking,” he emphasized for you and you blushed.

“Did you talk to her, Daddy?” Lola asked, looking up at Chris with wide eyes. You and Chris both chuckled at her innocent question, unaware that if he didn’t- they wouldn’t have been born. “Did you talk to Mama?” She repeated when her dad didn’t answer her question immediately.

“Hush, bug,” Chris chuckled, playfully covering her small mouth with his big hand. “We’re going to get to that, you just need to be quiet so I can tell the story. Can you do that for me?” Lola nodded, noising confirmation against Chris’ hand. “Okay,” he dropped his hand and patted her belly, “I did talk to her, I just didn’t talk to her right away. I was so mesmerized by her that I spent the first ten minutes just admiring her from afar, which was a dumb move on my part because Mama was in such a rush that she left before I could talk to her." 

"Oh no!” Your children gasped. 

“But it’s okay,” Chris quickly said before they could attack him with questions. “Like Cinderella, Mama left something behind. She was in such a rush that she didn’t notice she dropped the coaster she was writing her brilliant ideas on, but I did and I picked it up.” Jack and Lola clapped, cheering for their heroic dad. “I had no idea if I would see Mama again, I just knew I had to keep it so I could find her and return it to her." 

"Where did you find her?” Jack asked the question this time. 

“Well, bud.” Chris smiled at you as he continued, “I found her at Luna’s Bistro, a few doors down. It turned out that we were fated to be together, so I didn’t have to look very far. She was meeting Uncle Kevin for lunch, and Uncle Rob and I were going to that same lunch.” Your children gasped again, making you and Chris chuckle. “I gasped too when I saw her and her bright red scarf, I couldn’t believe my luck. I went over, returned her coaster, started talking to her and-” He met your gaze again and you tried not to start crying when you saw his eyes glisten, “we haven’t stopped talking since." 

"Yay!” Your children clapped then hugged the respective parents they were sitting with. 

You and Chris both hugged your children back, smiling at each other. “I love you,” you both mouthed simultaneously and chuckled softly. You could both tell your children still weren’t mentally ready for bed yet, but physically they were done for the day. They were yawning fairly consistently, but trying to hide it because they didn’t want their parents to leave them yet. So the two of you sat with them in your arms, quietly singing the Winnie The Pooh theme song as you gently rocked them to sleep. It didn’t take long, before you could finish the song- they were fast asleep. You and Chris carefully got to your feet and tucked them into their beds; you kissed Jack’s forehead while Chris kissed Lola’s, then swapped to kiss your other child. You both stood in the doorway and watched them for a moment before turning off the lights and closing the door behind you. 

“That was super cute,” you told Chris as you wrapped an arm around his waist; he smiled and wrapped his arm around you, kissing the side of your head. “Do you think we could pitch our love story to Disney or Pixar?" 

 "Oh, definitely,” he nodded. “But I think I’d rather keep our love story between us. It’s too magical and special to share, I wouldn’t want anyone stealing it and claiming credit.” You chuckled, but nodded in agreement. “Isn’t that why you haven’t done anything with the novel you wrote, about our entire life story?" 

"Kind of,” you shrugged. “I don’t know, I didn’t write with an intention to do anything with it. I wrote it because I liked reliving everything we’ve been through together as a couple. It also made me miss you less when you were away, which you said works for you too while I’m away.” He chuckled and nodded. “That and- I’d like our kids to have a copy to read when they’re older, so they know they should wait till they find someone special before they settle down." 

 "That’s so sweet, baby.” He pulled away from you so he could move in front of you and take your face in his hands. “Honestly- I don’t know how I got so fucking lucky,” you chuckled and wrapped your hands around his wrists. “You are just the best and I love you so much.” “I love you too,” you smiled as he drew you in for a kiss. 

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1. First things first, if someone wanted to read your stories where can they find them.

Either on tumblr, or AO3. I prefer people reading them on AO3 though.

2. Tell us a little about yourself.

Okay, here goes. I’ve never been too great at talking about myself in a positive light but I’ll do my best here.

My real name and age are something I keep very private from this blog. There’s a real sharp divide between this blog and my real life.

You guys have taken to calling me Ten, and it’s growing on me. So that’s my name now — I’m Ten. I’m starting to like it more than my real (and unusual) name.

Anyway about me…I’m a serial procrastinator, dog mom to a tiny yorkie, and I like to think I give good advice, as tons of you guys have told me so when I help with problems over anon. I live in Canada, and I’m the author to about 12 (I think?) fics by now, which is more than I ever would if everyone hadn’t been so receptive and nice.

I don’t know if you’ll find this an interesting fact or a sad one, but I do tons of my writing in the hospital. I’m there a lot as I’ve got a plethora of health issues, and it gives me something to do with my time there, and makes it that much more tolerable. For that, I say thank YOU all for reading.

3. What do you never leave home without?

My laptop. It’s always in a sling case so I can write wherever I go.

4. Are you an early bird or a night owl?

I am worse than a night owl, I’m like a 4 AM owl. If there was a poster child for bad sleep schedules, it would be me.

5. If you could live in any fictional world which one would you choose and why?

God, I don’t trust fictional worlds. They’re all horrible in their own ways, and I wouldn’t last a day.

If I could live anywhere (and have wifi,) I’d live on the island of Themyscira from Wonder Woman.

6. Who is the most famous person you’ve ever met.

Um, does Brendon Urie noticing me on a livestream count?

But nah, I did meet Dan and Phil during their live show tour. I’ve been watching their videos for years, so it was a big deal to me. Still wild to me how tall they are.

7. What are some of your favorite movies/TV?

Okay, I am so bad with movies, I rarely watch them. But I do watch plenty of TV shows — here’s just a couple of the ones I enjoyed: Brooklyn Nine Nine (you guys KNOW how much I love this show), 13 Reasons Why (I know there’s controversy surrounding it but I think that save for a few scenes it was done well), Stranger Things, Chuck, the old Twin Peaks, Teen Wolf, Flashpoint, Your Lie In April (a fantastic anime) and I just started The Bold Type.

8. What are some of your favorite bands/musicians?

I listen to SO MUCH RANDOM STUFF. My spotify has about 10 or so different playlists and they all have different vibes. I guess right now I’ve been into The Cab, Blackbear, Porter Robinson, and The Neighbourhood, but that’s probably going to change in like, two days. I’m also currently in love with the songs Shelter by Madeon and Porter Robinson, and Only by RY X.

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Omega Verse -VanCat

All prompts belong to http://rockinrpmemes.tumblr.com/post/119136379661/abo-starters-send-one-for-my-muses-reaction

First Prompt: 27-: “You know, I always kind of envied omegas.” 

“Hey, Ty?”

“Yep?”

“Can you come here for a second?”

Tyler peeked into their shared bedroom, his lover sat on the edge of the bed with a frown on his face. His eyes were glued to the TV and he was so zoned in on what was on it. 

Tyler took a closer look and gasped, “Ev, you’re watching the Omega news again?”

“I’m not cheating on you or looking for another mate, okay? I just…”

Tyler rounded the bed and sat next to his lover, the other seemed restless but relaxed against his shoulder. “Tyler, what if I was an Omega?”

“What if you were an Omega??”

“Wouldn’t you prefer to claim an Omega and bond with them, make a happy family and live with them for the rest of your existence..?”

Tyler put a finger against his chin in thought and scoffed, “Hell no. I’d probably have bonded with you so many times when you’d have your heat. I don’t want ninety children, Ev. Besides, why make a family when we can give an orphan a beloved home with gay parents?”

Evan let a tear slip from his eyes and sniffled, rubbing at his eyes feverishly, “Think so?”

“Are you wanting to adopt?”

Evan flinched and glanced at Tyler, “How’d you???”

“Depends on how many kids you want, Ev. I’m up for three but good heavens, let’s wait until one of them grows up enough to move out before we get another one.”

Evan let more tears fall and he swiftly wrapped his arms around Tyler’s neck, hugging him tightly. Tyler smiled softly and hugged the other back. “I want that life with you.”

“Think so?”

“I know so.”

Written for the @sterekwriters Summer Bingo Tournament. For the prompt: Swimming Lessons

Really it’s Derek’s own fault for choosing to move back into the house. Living under the same roof as his parents again is one thing, but living with his sisters is entirely another.

School being out of session means his nephews are in rare form bouncing around the house. And since he’s the only one of his siblings without a “real” job (“grad school doesn’t count, you nerd,” Cora likes to tell him), he’s usually the one stuck with babysitting duty. And he loves the boys, he does, but it’s difficult to get any work done on his thesis when cooped up inside with a couple of stir crazy eight-year-olds.

So. Community pool it is. Laura signed the boys up for swimming lessons four days a week without telling Derek until the night before their first one, but Derek doesn’t have it in him to complain too much. At least it’ll get them all out of the house for a little while, and maybe wear the boys out enough that they’ll be content to laze around in front of the TV for few hours afterwards while Derek writes.

Josh and Beck are a handful on a good day, but they seem fairly well contained now, racing each other from wall to wall across the shallow end. The instructor (“call me Stiles” he’d said at the start, which the boys had loved and Derek had scowled at) watches with a smile on his face and doesn’t bother correcting their form.

So far the guy hasn’t even gotten fully into the pool, or even taken his shirt off, just sitting on the edge with his legs kicking idly about in the water while he observes the kids. But if this is just some sort of glorified babysitting deal, Derek has absolutely zero problems with that. He brought a book with him and he knows the boys are already competent enough in the water to make lessons fairly superfluous anyway.

“Alright, high dive time!” Stiles shouts out of nowhere, and that definitely catches Derek’s attention.

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Restaurant Dates Are the Worst! (Seb Stan x Reader) - Part 2

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“Miss! Miss!” Someone called from behind you, making you start and turn on your heels. “Are you okay?” The student sitting on one of the chairs in your office asked you.

You had drifted off, again. And at work of all places! It was already awkward enough when it happened yesterday morning at the local coffee shop, resulting in the barista practically shouting your name before you woke up from your trance-like state, but in front of a student! That was unacceptable and your professionalism took a blow.

“Sorry, I’m fine, just thinking,” you told your sick student. “You can go home, I’ll let the school office know.”

Your sick student seemed to regain some colors just by hearing this, and you shook your head, a smile on your lips as he walked out. He was probably heading home to play xbox all day long and eat pizza, but you were never one to tell a student to suck it up and go back to class, unless they were clearly faking. A girl once tried to skip PE by faking a nosebleed – with actual fake blood, that nasty stuff you could buy everywhere on Halloween.

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You & I (Audrey/Reader)

requested by anon awhile ago and @asexualbuckybarnes & i decided to make it a collab!

reader and audrey have an argument which makes them think back to the beginning

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You anxiously bit your nails as you paced the room, Audrey sat on your shared bed looking particularly upset which was understandable considering the circumstances.

The argument first started during your and Audrey’s four month anniversary dinner with the Lakewood six when you brought up the two of you leaving town after graduation. That prompted your girlfriend to fake a stomach ache in order for you guys to leave.

“I don’t get why it’s such a big deal, I mean this town is toxic! Why on earth would you want to stay here?” You broke the silence before standing in front of the short haired girl.

Audrey sighed, “You don’t get it, you didn’t grow up here with us. We have so many memories, good and bad and I just I-I can’t let it all go.”

You understood where she was coming from, you really did, but you knew that if she left this behind things would be so much simpler.

“You’re right, I don’t get it. All I’m trying to say is that leaving Lakewood wouldn’t be so bad for us, you especially, after all that went on,” you tried explaining.

You could tell Audrey was getting annoyed because she was clenching her fists. When she spoke you had no idea what was going to come out of her mouth.

“Where did you wanna go, hm? What if I said no? Would you go by yourself and leave me alone here?” Audrey snapped as she stood up and pushed passed you.

You immediately shook your head, “N-No I wouldn’t leave you, I guess I’d keep trying to convince you to leave…”

Audrey braced herself on her arms as she leaned against the door. Was she going to walk out on you?

“Audrey?” you mumbled as you took a step towards the girl.

“Y/N, I love that your heart is in the right place and I absolutely hate that we’re doing this on our anniversary but,” Audrey sighed before turning to you, “Do you remember the time we finally admitted we were in love?”

That took you by surprise, but you nodded nonetheless, “Of course, how could I forget…” You trailed off, slightly confused as to where this was going.

―•―•―•―•―

“This movie looks terrible,” you complained in a soft, whining voice. Audrey shrugged off her jacket and revealed her red cropped sweater that you adored on her. As she threw her jacket on the end of the couch, she shot you a cold look. “I’m serious, it’s a nineties movie about a girl being killed by a jawbreaker?”

“Y/N,” Audrey warned in a low voice. “It’s about the aftermath of an accidental death that occurs when a group of girls play a joke on their friend’s birthday. It’s a masterpiece, honestly you will love it. I know you hate Noah’s obsession with slashers, but this is completely different. It’s a dark comedy,” she explained quickly, her hands moving to the rhythm of her words.

“No but she chokes on a jawbreaker… Audrey who thinks of this stuff?”

“Who cares? Julie Benz and Rose McGowan are incredibly attractive so just shut up and let me culture you with cult classic, alright?”

You sighed, shrugging to show her that you were giving in. It was her evening after all; you had promised that after you made her sit through an entire season of Grey’s Anatomy last week, she could control your next hangout. That was what friends were for after all, compromise and also shoving your interest in their face. Right?

“So am I staying the night?” You curled up on the couch and Audrey flopped her body down beside yours, your thighs pressed against each other. She turned her head to face you and almost seemed to be hiding a grimace. “If you don’t want me to, that’s okay. I know I spend a lot of time here so if you need a break for the weekend…”

Audrey shook her head quickly, “No, no! It’s just… We’ll see later. If you still want to stay over I mean. Let’s just wait until the movie is over.”

You raised an eyebrow and turned back to the TV where the movie was beginning. Audrey was acting unreasonably weird. Nothing had happened that day that would make you not want to stay over right? The two of you hadn’t fought or even disagreed on anything other than her taste in movies.

You leaned into her to test her mood, laying your head on her shoulder and snuggling close. Her body was warm and melted into yours instead of moving away. Her hand slipped behind your back and she wrapped her arm around you.

“Alright, so first let me get one thing straight. There’s no gay characters in this movie and it’s still one of your favourites?” Audrey instantly laughed, your body shaking gently against her. “Well, it is a valid question. You waited three years to watch the Avengers because Captain America was straight.”

The two of you were starting to pay less attention to the movie, but you didn’t say that out loud. Not that you thought you would hate the movie, you just wanted to actually spend time talking to her. She was a different person when the two of you were away from school and other people. It had always been like that, for years in fact.

“Look, I have to forgive anything before 2010. You know that, Y/N.”

You smiled and rolled your eyes, turning your gaze back to the TV and focusing on the opening scene. The colours in the movie were almost mesmerizing; it didn’t seem like a terribly made movie.

Once you were halfway through the movie, you had caught Audrey watching you a few times. You would look from the corner of your eye and notice that her chewing on her lip, watching you carefully. She seemed nervous, like your friendship counted on whether or not you enjoyed the movie.

“But I mean Fern seems pretty gay if you ask me, a little too into the popular kids.” You turned to see Audrey watching you again, which she tried to brush off with an awkward smile.

You grinned and poked her side, the material of her grey tank top a bit thinner than you had expected. Her middle was quite solid which almost surprised you every time you accidently brushed her stomach or so on. She didn’t look like the type to be ridiculously strong but with her avidly working out lately, she was probably capable of throwing you to the floor in a split second.

Not that you exactly wanted her to do that.

“Do you want dinner soon?”

“Awe, are you ordering me pizza? I feel so loved. Wait… Do I have to pay tonight? I didn’t bring my wallet.”

Audrey shook her head and pulled away from you, jumping up and stalking off to the kitchen. You watched her go in confusion, focusing on her ripped jeans and realizing they looked quite new. So did the grey tank top. Had she been shopping without you? Audrey wasn’t the type to shop often, especially if you or Brooke weren’t dragging her along.

Audrey came back a moment later with two plates of spaghetti in hand. Your eyes widened as you realized that it looked fairly homemade and almost… edible? Did Audrey Jensen cook and you had never known this?

She handed you a plate and refused to meet your surprised stare, sitting down a bit farther away from you than before. She instantly shoved food into her mouth rather indelicately and focused on the movie.

“Did you make me dinner?”

She shrugged and you laughed almost incredulously, deciding to take a bit of the food before you made a joke or commented on her cooking. You figured it would be more fair to at least try the food first.

“Damn, Jensen. I’ve been your friend for years and you never tell me you’re a talented cook. What kind of friend are you? Do you have any more secrets you would like to get out in the open?”

She looked almost hesitant to answer, making you question if there was actual secrets that you didn’t know about. Was there something you were missing?

“I might have some,” she admitted softly, setting her plate down on the coffee table in front of the couch. You nodded patiently and waited for her to continue. “I didn’t know if I was ready to do this tonight though. I mean I spent over two hours just picking the god damn movie and then I made you dinner but I don’t know anymore. Noah kept telling me I shouldn’t because it would ruin everything.” She was upsetting herself the more she rambled on and you noticed that right away.

“Hey, Audrey don’t worry. Whatever it is, I’ll understand. Noah clearly has a crush on you and can’t give good advice. Don’t listen to him, he probably spends more time thinking about how to hold your friendship together than he does about proper friendship advice,” you tried to joke casually.

You were still a bit bitter about finding out that Noah had a thing for your best friend. Some days it felt like a competition between the two of you.

You smiled at Audrey and she gave you a vaguely horrified look. What had you said that was so wrong? You panicked and moved closer to her after setting down your food. “Audrey, I’m sorry, I don’t know–”

“That’s why I can’t tell you. That’s exactly why!”

“I thought I’m supposed to be your best friend–”

Audrey groaned and was completely exasperated, making you stop in the middle of your sentence. “I don’t want to be your best friend, Y/N!”

You leaned back slightly, your brows furrowed as you tried to decipher her words. What had you done? Everything had been going to so well recently…  What had provoked the fight?

“But– I didn’t think there was anything wrong between us. Is there anything I’ve done to hurt you? I’m sorry, Audrey, if I’ve done anything wrong. You’re my favourite person in the world and I’d never intentionally hurt you.” You rested your hand on her thigh but she brushed it off instantly, taking a deep breath before opening her mouth to speak again.

“You’ve done nothing wrong. It’s me, and I’ve been trying to tell myself how bad this is for months but… It’s only getting worse and it’s unfair not to tell you. You’re my favourite person too, except it’s more than that to me. I love you so much more than I’m supposed to. Every time I see you I only fall in love with you more and I don’t think it’s ever going to get better.”

You were absolutely breathless, just looking at Audrey with a blank expression as you attempted to collect your thoughts. It seemed impossible to process everything she had just told you while also looking at her. How could you respond without ruining everything she had just told you?

“Why is that such a bad thing?” was the only thing you managed to get out, your voice sounding more shaky than you would have preferred.

“I can’t lose you because I accidently fell in love with you.”

“Audrey if you ever think you’re going to lose you, I want you to remind me of this moment. Remind me of the moment that you told me you loved me. Remind me of the moment I realized how much I absolutely felt the same way. Because I sincerely do. And I can’t lose you for any reason.”

Audrey blinked, surprised and relieved at the same time.

“I’ll never let you forget it,” she said in a breathy whisper before you pushing you back against the couch. You body sunk into the cushion and Audrey leaned over you, shadowing you from the light while putting her hands on either side of you. Her tongue glided over her bottom lip in a smooth motion and your heart began to pound quickly in your chest.

She was purposely trying to drive you crazy, wasn’t she?

Her lips touched yours after a painful moment of waiting and she kissed you tentatively. You hands reached up to wrap grab her back and you wondered how many times you had dreamed of having her kissing you so sweetly. You’d ignored the desire a billion times over and wrote off the dreams as embarrassing nightmares.

But the real kiss from Audrey was nothing like a nightmare. It was like the enlightening feeling of twisting a dandelion between your fingers while you laid in grass, the sip of a sweet alcohol beverage on the patio or the soft touch of a butterfly resting on the back of your hand. It was freeing.

You were never going to let her go, never let yourself forget the freedom that loving her made you feel. You were going to follow her anywhere, and if you couldn’t, then you would find a way to make sure that nothing would ever keep you apart.

You wouldn’t forget that exact moment.

Lucky

Once again, I’m posting way early on an Ichabbie fanfic event because, hey, the story is ready, and it’s October 28 somewhere!

This is set in an AU Season 3 where Crane and Abbie are housemates, but that otherwise has nothing in common with what was televised. (I am FULL of ideas for what Season 3 SHOULD have been, but you don’t really need my thoughts on what the Horsemen of Famine and Pestilence would’ve been like or how awesome Big Ash would’ve been as a regular character to follow this story.)

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Two nights before Halloween, and Abbie had sent Crane on what should’ve been a simple errand—get four bags of candy to replace the ones he’d found and worked his way through during the last two weeks of late-night gaming sessions. Ichabod Crane, cranky grandpa crossed with fifteen-year-old boy.

OK, that wasn’t quite fair. Most cranky grandpas and self-absorbed teenagers didn’t prepare gourmet-quality dinners on a regular basis, nor cheerfully do ninety percent of the housework or happily binge-watch the Great British Baking Show and the last two decades’ worth of Jane Austen adaptations with their housemate. (He was partial to Persuasion, while she preferred the Pride and Prejudice with Colin Firth.) Really, she liked having Crane around every day. He was good company, even if it felt like their lives had turned into a grown-up version of playing house.

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Anonymous asked: Amnesic!Cas, Dean being the caring, patient boyfriend or husband supporting him through it all, helping Cas to recover the memories they made together & if maybe you could squeeze in his mom somewhere bc I love to see them interact, in which Dean that’s always the strong one, breaks for a moment & cries telling her how much it hurts to have the love of his life forget him & their life & Dean tells her what Cas means to him & she comforts him. Happy fluffy end with Cas remembering pls

Author’s note: Starts off a little sad, but has the happy, fluffy ending that you requested. ;)

Dean didn’t like it, the peculiar way in which Cas was looking at him every so often from the other side of the couch. Looking at him with some kind of misplaced awe. Looking at him with the kind of adoration that was all wrong. As if Dean was a real catch. As if Cas had just now won some sort of prize, and was lucky enough to be here with Dean, even though it was their apartment. Their home, that they’d bought together.

Normally, Dean felt flattered when Cas looked at him like that, but it was different now. Different, because Cas didn’t even remember him. Didn’t remember anything, including his feelings for Dean. There was no question that he only stared at Dean in that manner because he thought that Dean was good-looking, not because he actually cared about Dean.

“I’m sorry, Dean… I’m afraid none of these pictures bring back any memories.” Cas sighed and closed the heavy photo album in his lap, glancing up at Dean to once again give him that look that made Dean nauseous.

Dean’s heart throbbed painfully in sheer disappointment, but he tried to hide it, not wanting to upset Cas.

“It’s fine, ba- I mean, Cas. It’s totally fine.” Dean assured, hastily correcting himself when the term of endearment that he usually used on Cas nearly slipped out. “The doctor said it might take a while for your memories to come back, Rome wasn’t built in a day.”

Castiel smiled meekly, his eyes betraying that he felt guilty, even though none of this was Cas’ fault.

It was no one’s fault really, it had been a stupid accident. Castiel had slipped in the shower and hit his head, hard. Dean’s relief when the doctor had told him that Cas was going to be alright had been immense. However what Dean hadn’t been prepared for, was the moment when Cas had regained consciousness and had asked Dean “Who are you?

After three days of staying at the hospital, Cas was finally home again. But now everything felt awkward, and Dean wasn’t sure how to handle it. He had missed Castiel deeply, but now that Cas was here, he didn’t know how to act. He wanted to kiss Cas. Wanted to tell Cas that he loved him, and how much he had missed him. He wanted to hold Cas close and never let him go…

But none of that seemed quite acceptable when Castiel didn’t even know who Dean was. All Cas knew was the stuff that Dean had told him, and nothing more. They had gone through pictures of them and both their families for hours to try and trigger some memories, but to no avail.

“I think I’m going to get some rest, Dean. It seems that these pain meds are making me tired.” Cas muttered, smiling apologetically as he got up from the couch.

Dean nodded in understanding, noticing the dark circles under Castiel’s eyes. “Of course… Why don’t you take our bed, and I’ll take the bed in the spare room.”

Cas tilted his head to show his confusion. “Why would you do that? We’ve been together for six years, correct? Wait… Does our relationship have… Issues? Do we often sleep separately?”

The weirdness of the entire situation made Dean laugh briefly, even though he was nowhere near amused.

“We do have issues, don’t we?” Cas asked, seeming mortified.

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Tall, Dark and Handsome: Chapter 7
TITLE: Tall, Dark and Handsome

CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: 7/?

AUTHOR tomcuddlesfic

WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: AU Tom / Business Man

GENRE: romance / erotica

FIC SUMMARY: Twenty four year old Amelia Hart has never had a boyfriend before. Not wanting to step outside of her comfort zone, she rarely starts conversations with the opposite sex and makes little to no effort in correcting her single status. However, what she did not plan was meeting a man who manages to steal her breath away at every look. A man who does not stop until he gets what he wants. And the one thing he only wants right now just so happens to be her.

RATING FOR THE WHOLE FIC: M

Author’s notes: I don’t know if many of you know this but i’m going to assume many of my followers/readers already know the drama pertaining to this fic that happened over the past week. I’ve been absolutely flooded by messages regarding problems on plot wise and certain characterization mishaps that seem to have bothered a lot people. While I did get a fair amount of nice messages from very supportive readers, I was forced to turn off anon because I grew tired of explaining myself for the inspiration behind this fic. I have made several posts in hopes of clarifying key points. You can read it here [x]

I will be turning back on anon roughly either tomorrow or whenever. If you are shy and still have issues, you can come to me then. But please give this fic a chance before bombarding me with allegations that my characters are unreal and the relationship between them is abusive. Chapters inside the fic are not meant to be taken into as a whole and judged as the end of the story. It’s simply a stepping stone for developing plot.

Please do enjoy and thank to all who have been sticking around my blog for the past week! I know it’s been hard seeing all these messages coming through your dash. I am doing better. Thanks for asking.

Also, I have a word limit/ goal for myself for every chapter. It’s 2k so once I hit near the ballpark range, I automatically conclude and stop. I know it’s frustrating and it seems tiresome to not advance further but it’s fan fiction. I’m fully writing it for fun and not intending it to be compared to full length novels bought in major bookstores. I promise you things will happen. You just have to be patient with me. :)

Chapter 1 |  Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6

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The Deal

“Acacia honey, it’s time to go to bed. You’re…I don’t know, growing and shi-stuff.”

Acacia continued to color on the floor, blithely ignoring her Grunkle Stan. It was only the two of them this weekend; Mabel and Henry had taken the other two kids down to Piedmont to see their grandparents. Like every other time they tried to reconcile with Mark and Anna, it was probably going to end in tears. Stan could both see why they tried but also didn’t really get it. Dipper was accompanying Mabel’s friend, Pacifica, to a weekend getaway in Los Angeles (Stan had been impressed by her payment, which was enough chocolate bars to fill up the old chest freezer downstairs) and wouldn’t be at home.

Point was, Acacia had to stay back as she had a nasty case of pink eye.

And, Stan marveled at this, they trusted him to take care of a six year old on his own the entire weekend.

That meant, even though Stan didn’t really get it himself, that Acacia went to bed on time, like Mabel had drilled into his head before they had left.

“Kid, its 8:30, time to get up and go to bed.”

Grunkle Staaaan it’s Friday! Can I stay up one time please? And, and I won’t tell Mommy or Daddy!” She gave him her most winningest, gap toothed smile and Stan was pretty swayed for a second.

But Mabel was absolutely terrifying when she was angry, so Stan only shook his head, and got up to get Acacia.

“No dice kid, sorry,” he said as he scooped her up in his arms, and began to walk to the stairs to the attic.

“But why?”

“Because your mom said so.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s good for you.”

“Why?”

Stan groaned. “Look kid, when you’re older you can make your own damn rules, but for now you need to listen to your elders-“

A sly look came on to his niece’s face.

“You just don’t want me to see you fall asleep on the couch. You don’t want me to beat you at staying up.”

Oh.

Hell.

No.

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AU where people age until they reach 18 and then stop aging until they meet their soul mate so they can grow old together.

:-)

Blaine Anderson turned 18 in 1957. 

And that’s how he’s stayed for 55 years. 

It’s completely natural, of course, the pause in the aging process. Without the introduction of the hormone released when you meet your soulmate, your body just…stops. Freezes. For a little less than fifty percent of the population, it only takes a few years to bump into your soulmate and bam, your aging starts up again and that way, you can grow old with your soulmate. 

The other half, on the other hand, has a more substantial wait ahead of them, hence the need for the pause in age to begin with. 

Blaine’s parents took twenty years to find each other and they were only actually born 5 years apart. The dramatic wait of years was due to the fact that his dad was born here in America and his mother in the Philippines. It was only after his dad decided to travel the world after about eighteen years of being eighteen that they finally met and jump started each other’s aging once again. 

Blaine had grown up knowing that it could be a long wait ahead of him. Everyone was prepared for that quite young and it only was solidified in the mind the older you became. Your soulmate could be born on the other side of the world as you, or perhaps even born in a completely different decade. The longest anyone on record has waited for their soulmate was 109 years. 

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lexxicona  asked:

Hey Sam! What would you reccomend for halloween movies?

Oh my god! KNOTTA, ARE WE DOING MONTH OF HALLOWEEN MOVIES? (We don’t have to, but are we?)

I don’t watch a lot of real horror, but allow me to go through my files and pick some out: 

ACTUAL SCARY MOVIES: 
Apartment 143: This I believe was a cheap knockoff of some other movie, but it’s a real straight-up horror film about a haunted apartment. I find it weirdly compelling for reasons I don’t fully understand.
The Silence of the Lambs: SotL was a fantastic book, well ahead of its time in its portrayal of women in law enforcement, and the low budget and high drama of the film make it an amazing adaptation. It switches back and forth from emotional noir to blood-and-guts on a dime. I love this movie in ways that unsettle me. 
Dead Again: Emma Thompson is an amnesiac taken in by private detective Kenneth Branagh, and together they have to unravel a murder that happened in the 1950s. 
Ghost Watch: A psuedo-documentary about a haunted house, Ghost Watch was aired on television as if it were real, and is the first known example of a television show causing PTSD. It’s still a great story even if you know it’s not real, but it’s better if you read the wiki page about it first.
Return To Oz: The darkest Oz movie ever made, which opens with Dorothy being committed to an insane asylum for children in preparation for electroshock therapy so she’ll stop talking about Oz.   
Rear Window: Mostly atmospheric, this classic Hitchcock film can come across as boring, but I love the suspense of it. See also: Vertigo, To Catch A Thief, Rope. 
Sleepy Hollow: I don’t like Tim Burton much, but Sleepy Hollow is Burton at his creepy finest. (Nightmare Before Christmas is good too, but that’s a Christmas movie.) 
Room 237: Room 237 is a documentary about hardcore fans of The Shining. It is 900% more interesting and at least 200% scarier than The Shining. It includes a man who sincerely believes The Shining is Kubrick’s confession that he faked the moon landing. It is amazing. 

WEIRDLY SCARY AND FUNNY AT THE SAME TIME: 
Hansel and Gretel, Witch Hunters: Gory, witchy, scary, but also super stupid and aware of its stupidity, which is what lends it charm. You will stop hating the historical inaccuracies (and yourself) if you posit the idea that it takes place not in the distant past but in a post-apocalypse future.  
The Covenant: Sebastian Stan: gayest witch ever? (Warning for spiders. All the spiders.)
Clue: One of the finest comedies ever to feature a series of gristly killings. 
Delicatessen: Our Foreign Film entry, featuring the occupants of a boarding house whose ground-floor butcher is one of the few people providing meat in the city. Well, we say meat…

FAMILY FRIENDLY FEAR:
Bedknobs and Broomsticks: A delightful Disney romp through WWII Witchery.
It’s The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown: A classic. Those who did not grow up with it will be confused as to why those who did enjoy it. 
A Garfield Halloween: My family watched this every year for ages. It has not aged well, but I retain a nostalgic attachment to it.
Halloween Is Grinch Night: I hesitate to call this “family friendly” because it’s FUCKING TERRIFYING but I watched it as a kid and I turned out okay…sort of…
Disney’s Halloween Treat: It’s really just a series of spooky Disney cartoons, but I love it. 
Hocus Pocus: The most nineties Halloween movie you will ever watch, featuring three witches, a 17th century urchin disguised as a cat, and a virgin.  

There you go! Those are my recommendations. Enjoy. :D

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Regina secretly has an obsession with your personal favorite movie. One day Emma and Regina find it on tv and Regina tries to refrain from quoting it.

(I don’t have a personal favorite movie, so I will just choose a random one.)

Regina tucked her frigid toes under her girlfriend’s thighs to warm them as she lay back on the couch and watched Emma flip through the channels on the television.

“There’s gotta be something good on,” Emma mumbled as she tapped the channel-up button over and over.

“We have over three hundred DVDs, darling,” Regina said, chuckling. “I’m sure you could find something to watch from that selection.”

Emma was seated at the opposite end of the small couch, her legs propped up on the coffee table, one hand clutching the remote and the other rubbing up and down one of Regina’s shins. “Yeah, but I’m lazy and don’t want to get up to actually go look through them,” she countered, turning to grin at Regina.

The brunette merely rolled her eyes and reached for the blanket draped over the back of the couch. She yanked it down and threw one end to her girlfriend while she spread the other end over herself. Emma caught the other end and fanned it out over her lap, making sure that Regina’s legs were covered. Her girlfriend was constantly complaining about being cold despite the fact that it never went below seventy-two degrees in her house.

"I swear you have the circulation of a ninety-year-old woman,” Emma joked, poking at her girlfriend’s knees.

Regina used her toes to pinch the underside of Emma’s thigh, which made the blonde yelp. “Okay, okay, Raptor toes!” Emma laughed out. “I won’t make fun of your freezing limbs again.”

“You had better not,” Regina teased, grinning at the blonde. 

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“Imagine you and Audrey get into a fight on your anniversary and remember back to the time you admitted you loved each other”

This is a very exciting imagine because @bicuriousjensn wrote the first half while I wrote the flashback! You can read the imagine on her blog as well!

Inspired by You & I by Pvris

warnings: none!

[I do not own the gif above!]

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You anxiously bit your nails as you paced the room, Audrey sat on your shared bed looking particularly upset which was understandable considering the circumstances.

The argument first started during your and Audrey’s four month anniversary dinner with the Lakewood six when you brought up the two of you leaving town after graduation. That prompted your girlfriend to fake a stomach ache in order for you guys to leave.

“I don’t get why it’s such a big deal, I mean this town is toxic! Why on earth would you want to stay here?” You broke the silence before standing in front of the short haired girl.

Audrey sighed, “You don’t get it, you didn’t grow up here with us. We have so many memories, good and bad and I just I-I can’t let it all go.”

You understood where she was coming from, you really did, but you knew that if she left this behind things would be so much simpler.

“You’re right, I don’t get it. All I’m trying to say is that leaving Lakewood wouldn’t be so bad for us, you especially, after all that went on,” you tried explaining.

You could tell Audrey was getting annoyed because she was clenching her fists. When she spoke you had no idea what was going to come out of her mouth.

“Where did you wanna go, hm? What if I said no? Would you go by yourself and leave me alone here?” Audrey snapped as she stood up and pushed passed you.

You immediately shook your head, “N-No I wouldn’t leave you, I guess I’d keep trying to convince you to leave…”

Audrey braced herself on her arms as she leaned against the door. Was she going to walk out on you?

“Audrey?” you mumbled as you took a step towards the girl.

“Y/N, I love that your heart is in the right place and I absolutely hate that we’re doing this on our anniversary but,” Audrey sighed before turning to you, “Do you remember the time we finally admitted we were in love?”

That took you by surprise, but you nodded nonetheless, “Of course, how could I forget…” You trailed off, slightly confused as to where this was going.

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“This movie looks terrible,” you complained in a soft, whining voice. Audrey shrugged off her jacket and revealed her red cropped sweater that you adored on her. As she threw her jacket on the end of the couch, she shot you a cold look. “I’m serious, it’s a nineties movie about a girl being killed by a jawbreaker?”

“Y/N,” Audrey warned in a low voice. “It’s about the aftermath of an accidental death that occurs when a group of girls play a joke on their friend’s birthday. It’s a masterpiece, honestly you will love it. I know you hate Noah’s obsession with slashers, but this is completely different. It’s a dark comedy,” she explained quickly, her hands moving to the rhythm of her words.

“No but she chokes on a jawbreaker… Audrey who thinks of this stuff?”

“Who cares? Julie Benz and Rose McGowan are incredibly attractive so just shut up and let me culture you with cult classic, alright?”

You sighed, shrugging to show her that you were giving in. It was her evening after all; you had promised that after you made her sit through an entire season of Grey’s Anatomy last week, she could control your next hangout. That was what friends were for after all, compromise and also shoving your interest in their face. Right?

“So am I staying the night?” You curled up on the couch and Audrey flopped her body down beside yours, your thighs pressed against each other. She turned her head to face you and almost seemed to be hiding a grimace. “If you don’t want me to, that’s okay. I know I spend a lot of time here so if you need a break for the weekend…”

Audrey shook her head quickly, “No, no! It’s just… We’ll see later. If you still want to stay over I mean. Let’s just wait until the movie is over.”

You raised an eyebrow and turned back to the TV where the movie was beginning. Audrey was acting unreasonably weird. Nothing had happened that day that would make you not want to stay over right? The two of you hadn’t fought or even disagreed on anything other than her taste in movies.

You leaned into her to test her mood, laying your head on her shoulder and snuggling close. Her body was warm and melted into yours instead of moving away. Her hand slipped behind your back and she wrapped her arm around you.

“Alright, so first let me get one thing straight. There’s no gay characters in this movie and it’s still one of your favourites?” Audrey instantly laughed, your body shaking gently against her. “Well, it is a valid question. You waited three years to watch the Avengers because Captain America was straight.”

The two of you were starting to pay less attention to the movie, but you didn’t say that out loud. Not that you thought you would hate the movie, you just wanted to actually spend time talking to her. She was a different person when the two of you were away from school and other people. It had always been like that, for years in fact.

“Look, I have to forgive anything before 2010. You know that, Y/N.”

You smiled and rolled your eyes, turning your gaze back to the TV and focusing on the opening scene. The colours in the movie were almost mesmerizing; it didn’t seem like a terribly made movie.

Once you were halfway through the movie, you had caught Audrey watching you a few times. You would look from the corner of your eye and notice that her chewing on her lip, watching you carefully. She seemed nervous, like your friendship counted on whether or not you enjoyed the movie.

“But I mean Fern seems pretty gay if you ask me, a little too into the popular kids.” You turned to see Audrey watching you again, which she tried to brush off with an awkward smile.

You grinned and poked her side, the material of her grey tank top a bit thinner than you had expected. Her middle was quite solid which almost surprised you every time you accidently brushed her stomach or so on. She didn’t look like the type to be ridiculously strong but with her avidly working out lately, she was probably capable of throwing you to the floor in a split second.

Not that you exactly wanted her to do that.

“Do you want dinner soon?”

“Awe, are you ordering me pizza? I feel so loved. Wait… Do I have to pay tonight? I didn’t bring my wallet.”

Audrey shook her head and pulled away from you, jumping up and stalking off to the kitchen. You watched her go in confusion, focusing on her ripped jeans and realizing they looked quite new. So did the grey tank top. Had she been shopping without you? Audrey wasn’t the type to shop often, especially if you or Brooke weren’t dragging her along.

Audrey came back a moment later with two plates of spaghetti in hand. Your eyes widened as you realized that it looked fairly homemade and almost… edible? Did Audrey Jensen cook and you had never known this?

She handed you a plate and refused to meet your surprised stare, sitting down a bit farther away from you than before. She instantly shoved food into her mouth rather indelicately and focused on the movie.

“Did you make me dinner?”

She shrugged and you laughed almost incredulously, deciding to take a bit of the food before you made a joke or commented on her cooking. You figured it would be more fair to at least try the food first.

“Damn, Jensen. I’ve been your friend for years and you never tell me you’re a talented cook. What kind of friend are you? Do you have any more secrets you would like to get out in the open?”

She looked almost hesitant to answer, making you question if there was actual secrets that you didn’t know about. Was there something you were missing?

“I might have some,” she admitted softly, setting her plate down on the coffee table in front of the couch. You nodded patiently and waited for her to continue. “I didn’t know if I was ready to do this tonight though. I mean I spent over two hours just picking the god damn movie and then I made you dinner but I don’t know anymore. Noah kept telling me I shouldn’t because it would ruin everything.” She was upsetting herself the more she rambled on and you noticed that right away.

“Hey, Audrey don’t worry. Whatever it is, I’ll understand. Noah clearly has a crush on you and can’t give good advice. Don’t listen to him, he probably spends more time thinking about how to hold your friendship together than he does about proper friendship advice,” you tried to joke casually.

You were still a bit bitter about finding out that Noah had a thing for your best friend. Some days it felt like a competition between the two of you.

You smiled at Audrey and she gave you a vaguely horrified look. What had you said that was so wrong? You panicked and moved closer to her after setting down your food. “Audrey, I’m sorry, I don’t know–”

“That’s why I can’t tell you. That’s exactly why!”

“I thought I’m supposed to be your best friend–”

Audrey groaned and was completely exasperated, making you stop in the middle of your sentence. “I don’t want to be your best friend, Y/N!”

You leaned back slightly, your brows furrowed as you tried to decipher her words. What had you done? Everything had been going to so well recently…  What had provoked the fight?

“But– I didn’t think there was anything wrong between us. Is there anything I’ve done to hurt you? I’m sorry, Audrey, if I’ve done anything wrong. You’re my favourite person in the world and I’d never intentionally hurt you.” You rested your hand on her thigh but she brushed it off instantly, taking a deep breath before opening her mouth to speak again.

“You’ve done nothing wrong. It’s me, and I’ve been trying to tell myself how bad this is for months but… It’s only getting worse and it’s unfair not to tell you. You’re my favourite person too, except it’s more than that to me. I love you so much more than I’m supposed to. Every time I see you I only fall in love with you more and I don’t think it’s ever going to get better.”

You were absolutely breathless, just looking at Audrey with a blank expression as you attempted to collect your thoughts. It seemed impossible to process everything she had just told you while also looking at her. How could you respond without ruining everything she had just told you?

“Why is that such a bad thing?” was the only thing you managed to get out, your voice sounding more shaky than you would have preferred.

“I can’t lose you because I accidently fell in love with you.”

“Audrey if you ever think you’re going to lose you, I want you to remind me of this moment. Remind me of the moment that you told me you loved me. Remind me of the moment I realized how much I absolutely felt the same way. Because I sincerely do. And I can’t lose you for any reason.”

Audrey blinked, surprised and relieved at the same time. 

“I’ll never let you forget it,” she said in a breathy whisper before you pushing you back against the couch. You body sunk into the cushion and Audrey leaned over you, shadowing you from the light while putting her hands on either side of you. Her tongue glided over her bottom lip in a smooth motion and your heart began to pound quickly in your chest. 

She was purposely trying to drive you crazy, wasn’t she? 

Her lips touched yours after a painful moment of waiting and she kissed you tentatively. You hands reached up to wrap grab her back and you wondered how many times you had dreamed of having her kissing you so sweetly. You’d ignored the desire a billion times over and wrote off the dreams as embarrassing nightmares. 

But the real kiss from Audrey was nothing like a nightmare. It was like the enlightening feeling of twisting a dandelion between your fingers while you laid in grass, the sip of a sweet alcohol beverage on the patio or the soft touch of a butterfly resting on the back of your hand. It was freeing.

You were never going to let her go, never let yourself forget the freedom that loving her made you feel. You were going to follow her anywhere, and if you couldn’t, then you would find a way to make sure that nothing would ever keep you apart. 

You wouldn’t forget that exact moment.