this used to be one of my favourite movies and i just watched it for the first time in years... somehow loved it even more

Donnie Yen Autobiography  “All About Donnie  (問丹心)” Translation Ch.1(pt 1-3)

Guess what… I have translated more of the content of Donnie’s autobiography. I’m planning to translate the first two chapters of his book, which are about his childhood and his experiences when he was early into the show business. 

There are 5 parts in the first chapter “My Personal Development” and 4 parts in the second chapter “Into the Show Business”. 

The previous post I made I had translated part 2 of chapter 2. 

Once again, BIG THANK YOU to my dear beta Dream @evocating for her generosity and patience. My work looks legible because of you. Also thank my real life friend Asura for helping me to clear my mind and translating a few but important sentences for me. 

Crappy photos of the original text taken by me are attached with this post below for reference. Baby Donnie is ADORABLE OKAY!???

Reminder: This post is so damn long with words and pictures. 




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My pic and fic-list, because I’m in this fandom for around 2 years.


A (sort of) fairytale // M // Magic //
The summer after senior year starts normally enough, with the gang spending their final months before college together at the Martin family’s lake house.


And I thought I had problems
// E // AU // Vers //

Stiles deals with nefarious soul-sucking witch spells, Scott’s inability to be a fully functioning adult, Danny’s incessant need to make everything about sex, and finding out that his mate is Derek Hale. Tuesdays suck.


John Hughes did not direct my life // E // AU //
Stiles and Derek are childhood friends who drifted apart. When Stiles joins the lacrosse team against his will, the universe (with a little help from Laura and Lydia) chooses to push them back together.


Chasing the horizon
// E // AU //
Stiles nearly laughs and for a moment, he sits there trying to think of anything to say.
“It’s been a good year,” he croaks at long last.


Gravity’s got nothing on you
// E // AU // Vers //
“Three weeks,” Derek says.
“Still don’t want to,” Stiles says.
“I’ll pay you,” Derek says, and that… that has Stiles interested.


Call it a wild card
// T // AU //
“Are you done fanboying, or should I give you a few more minutes?” Erica asks, the smirk and her words clearly directed at Stiles, who’s still standing and gaping, but Derek can’t help but feel there’s a jibe at him hidden in there somewhere, too.


Reach out // E // AU //
In Which Stiles Falls in Love Twice…with the same person


Cupboard love
// G // AU //
He’s carefully balancing the sandwiches and the two biggest tupperware containers he could find that both had functioning lids when the front door opens and he almost drops everything right there in front of the stupid fountain.


Keys and Christmas lights
// M // AU //
Stiles’ fingers clenched in Derek’s hair, holding him with desperation as he stormed his lips. Derek reacted with a shameless murmur of appreciation, letting Stiles to slowly take control over his body.


Sense of home
// E //
Home can be a place, but it can also be a person.


Living with lycanthropy
// E // AU //
Wherein they both own bakeries, Stiles tries not to run his grandmother’s legacy into the ground, Laura wants to be a better alpha, and Derek can’t seem to get Stiles’ attention the regular way - so naturally, he accidentally initiates a prank war.


Our lives are changing lanes
// E // AU //
There’s a lot of screaming going on inside the first house Stiles visits. He isn’t really worried, because it sounds like kids, but then the door opens and hi, says his dick, because the dude in front of him is gorgeous, built like a god with a face like thunder. Stiles wants to lick that solid jaw line. Hold the fuck on, says his cop brain, because the dude’s got kids hanging all over him; one’s on his back, skinny legs looped around his waist, and another two hanging off one arm, toes barely brushing the ground. There’s a tubby toddler clinging to his leg like a koala, and he’s got a baby tucked into the crook of the one arm that doesn’t have kids hanging off it. Stiles’ mouth drops open.


And If I Die Before I Wake // E //
When Stiles wakes up on his eighteenth birthday from a chaste dream about Derek Hale he doesn’t think it’s a big deal. But when he wakes up the next few days to the same dream, he knows something is going on. And he’s going to get to the bottom of it. Once is an incident, twice is a coincidence, and three times is a pattern. More than three is just torture.


Out of his league
// E // AU // Bottom!stiles
Derek’s going to be the best ballplayer ever, if Stiles doesn’t kill him first. Or vice versa.


Why don’t you say so?
// T // AU
Talia Hale has a plan. Derek will go to the Winter Formal and he will ask the Stilinski boy to dance, and they will finally get their heads out of their asses and her son will stop moping around the house in his underwear..


Bogarted
// M // Crack
Or, Derek’s hit with a Film Noir curse, which forces him to narrate his own life in luridly-detailed prose.


Spook: a ghostly love story in three parts
// T // AU
Derek is fifteen when he dies. He’s been fifteen for six years when he meets Stiles.
And then suddenly… suddenly things start looking up.


I do, do you?
// E
Stiles and Derek wake up hung over and married in a hotel room in Las Vegas. It wouldn’t be so bad if the year before their relationship hadn’t fallen apart.


Navigating this space between us
// E
Derek gets forced to watch some sci-fi show about a surly, secret prince and the sarcastic young spaceship captain hired to aid him on his quest.


Glossy double cover spread
// E
When Derek finds out exactly how Stiles has been able to afford the tuition for his fancy private college, he becomes a touch…obsessed.


The sweetest of words
// E //

Five or so years after the show. Stiles is in college, and finds himself getting stalked by a succubus. Derek’s determined that the best way to thwart her is to prove that he and Stiles are madly in love. It’s not really as much of an act as either seems to think.


Celebrity crush
// E // AU
Stiles wasn’t expecting to meet his favourite actor when Scott helped him land an internship on the set of Jackson’s new film, and he certainly wasn’t expecting Derek to fall in love with him. Not that Stiles was complaining.


Game on
// T // AU
Derek first sees him from across the quad four days into fall semester. He’s sitting on one of the long benches, a marker pen in his mouth, grinning at something the kid lounging on the bench beside him is saying. When he laughs properly he pulls the pen out and throws his head back, his neck a long, lean line Derek is entranced by.


Daddy do’s
// G // AU //
Stiles is a celebrity YouTube hairstylist. Derek may or may not have a crush. Lydia just wants a French braid for school picture day.


Brilliant & ridiculous
// M
All Derek wanted was for the woman to leave him alone and ring up his groceries. How that led to her thinking Stiles is his boyfriend is something he blames on Stiles and his inability to stay out of trouble for five minutes.


No homo
// E // AU //
Stiles’ sophomore year starts something like this:
3 FourLokos
+ 1 peer-pressuring cat
- 1 best bro to end all best bros
= 1 Craigslist ad headline that reads “str8 dude - m4m - strictly platonic”.
Derek is the fool who replies.


Alpha complex
// E // AU // PWP //
“Hold still,” Stiles says, hand clamping down on the back of Derek’s neck to keep him from turning and it’s laughable, really – the thought that that would be enough to hold him.


Finger bangin
// E // AU // PWP
Stiles starts bringing drumsticks to Pack gatherings, sitting himself on the edge of the group to tap out maddening rhythms on his knees as the werewolves train.


A road that’s built to last
// E // AU //
Stiles is driving the Trans-Canada highway, all the way from Toronto to Vancouver. He’s always been told that it’s a bad idea to pick up hitchhikers, but, somehow, he’s still got someone riding shotgun with him, and he’s starting to think it might be one of the best decisions he’s made in a long time.


Fly a little faster
// T //
Everyone knows when you go back in time, you shouldn’t step on an ant, just in case you accidentally kill your own grandparent or something. But what happens when you go back in time and, uh, accidentally interrupt the one event that apparently made the Grumpiest Alpha in Town into a ball of mindless manpain?


But then what…
// E // AU
Senior year is almost over, and all Stiles needs to do is keep his head down to survive. A teacher calls in a favour, leaving him stuck tutoring Derek Hale, one of the most popular jocks in school and a member of a group of douche-canoes who have bullied Stiles for years. He’s someone Stiles totally hates. Totally.


All the wonders that remain
// E // AU // WIP
The one where Stiles is an average dude whose soulmate just happens to be movie star Derek Hale, and he only finds out after pictures of Derek’s soulmark - their soulmark -go viral.


Love is a force of nature
// E // AU // PWP
When Derek’s father sat him down for the sex talk when Derek was thirteen, he’d explained that werewolves felt things more intensely than humans when they found their mate.


Say hello to the brushfire
// E // AU
The night before Stiles turns eighteen, Derek Hale spills coffee on him. Things get weirder (and more awesome) from there.


I might be a fool
// E // AU
The thing about Stiles, though, is that for him, turned on and angry are not mutually exclusive feelings. He may be painfully hard but that doesn’t mean he’s not also ready to strangle Derek for having the audacity to act like this is something that’s happening to him, not something that is almost entirely his fault.


With metal on our tongues 
// E // AU
Double-oh agents are a piece of work; Stiles knew that before he became MI6’s new quartermaster. It’s cool, he survived Lydia in college, he can deal with stubborn, reckless, trigger-happy operatives. Derek Hale, though, is definitely trying to live up to his predecessor’s legacy and make Stiles’ life more difficult.


Come on, tear me apart
// E
“Why were you thinking about my tattoo, Stiles?” He asks, making Stiles swallow and lick his lips nervously, only to be more confused when Derek follows the movement with his eyes.


How to turn a bad boy into a fanboy
// T // AU
Stiles owns a comic books store and Laura’s son is a huge fan of Spiderman. It was only a matter of time before Derek stepped foot in there.


Not every tuesday
// E
// AU
Every Tuesday morning at ten, like clockwork, Derek Hale would come into Stiles’ shop and get his stubble trimmed. Every Tuesday at lunch, Lydia would tell him how jealous she was that she couldn’t make it to work before him, getting stuck with perms. Every Tuesday evening, Stiles rushed home and into the shower to get the hair off of him, and to rub one out thinking about jawline and beard burn on his thighs.


Muffins as a declaration of intent
// E

“Top or bottom?” Stiles asks, off to Derek’s right.
“Bottom,” Derek says automatically, not really looking at him. “Wait, what?”


What’s up Pinocchio?
// E // Crack
Stiles knows his dick, okay? He knows it well. He knows how long it is, how thick it is - measuring is a normal thing for a curious teenager, it really is - but somehow, that’s not true anymore.


Accidentally in love
// M
// AU
Derek has spent his summer vacation crushing on the Sheriff’s son Stiles Stilinski, mostly from afar, but then when school starts suddenly Stiles is sitting next to him in Chemistry and inviting him around to his place after school.


Normal again
// T
// AU // Gif-fic
Stiles awakens in a psychiatric hospital. Is it another Alpha mind trick or have the last few years of Stiles life all been a dream created to deal with his mother’s death?


I wish I had a river
// T
// AU
Derek is the editor of a successful publishing firm, and is horrible to all his employees, including Stiles. On Christmas Eve night, he gets visited by three spirits and has to take a look at his life.

This Time With Feeling // E // AU
“Derek Hale, if you refuse to learn from your past…then you will be doomed to repeat it.” In which Derek is turned into a 16-year-old and has to stay with Stiles until they figure out how to turn him back.

I Wanna Take a Ride On Your // E // PWP // Vers
Stiles is…endowed. Derek…likes it.

Biology Is Not Power // E // PWP
Biology is not related to power. That’s the first lesson everyone learns in their Sexuality and Humanity class in high school. Like, the very first thing. First words in the book and everything. 

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- works I have some sort of sentiment :)

Let Go // Dolan Twins

Summary: After years of being together Ethan puts together something incredibly beautiful and luckily making a video for Gray to react to. Now you get to start the rest of your lives together with Gray tagging on also because what’s Ethan without his twin? They’re a package deal no matter which one you’re engaged to.

Characters: Ethan Dolan x Reader, Grayson Dolan, Lisa Dolan, Sean Dolan and Cameron Dolan

Words: 5043

Disclaimer: I do not own YouTube, images or songs used in this. Song is ‘You Can Let Go’ by Crystal Shawanda.

Warnings: Possible swearing, major fluff, mention of hearattack and sad Grayson  

Author: Caitsy

Tagged: At the bottom

A/N: Sorry for not posting! It’s been hectic with uni ending next month and I’ve been writing this for so long. We’ve posted but it’s not showing up in the tags sadly.

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If you were a little girl and you were asked the question of who you would marry you would have answered differently from now because you weren’t a child anymore wishing for things that can’t happen. You were nineteen years old and your boyfriend Ethan had switched your promise ring with an engagement ring with a small vintage theme. You weren’t going to wait until you were twenty-eight to plan a wedding because you were just as in love as you would be ten years from now.

Ethan hadn’t taken you out to a fancy restaurant where you would have to act like someone else because your laughs were too loud. He didn’t hide the ring in the food despite the obvious problem of choking on it by accident. He didn’t make you do a scavenger hunt either because you guys weren’t basic and fought against the stereotypical clichés. He had done something unique and very him instead with no help because he wanted it to be special. You had accompanied him to his childhood home for his older sister Cameron’s birthday. It was both a surprise to you and everyone else because only him and your Dad knew about it.

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Christmas to Andrew Minyard is chocolate shaped like a bearded man, cold weather, and an excuse for people to preach about love while practicing intolerance. He can’t say he’s a fan of any of the above. Even the chocolate - he’s more of an ice cream kind of guy.

He hasn’t celebrated it in years. At a few of his foster homes he tolerated the trees shedding leaves and glitter and the lights that threatened to give him a headache if he looked too long, at Cass’ he’d even help put them up if she needled him long enough (he wasn’t much help, given she was taller than him, but he was an extra, almost willing pair of hands). The cleaners at Fox Tower wrapped tinsel around the bannisters but his room remained untouched, despite Nicky’s best attempts at coercion. (“Andrew, the tinsel only cost a dollar!” “These lights change colour!” “It’s only a small tree!”) (Andrew had never been impressed by Nicky’s persistent energy, optimism, or continued faith.)

Songs professing what a magical time it was or movies reminding you how wonderful family is are ignored and turned over. Andrew wouldn’t even admit to appreciating a break in the monotony of class and practice.

But maybe there’s something to it.

Maybe.

The cats fighting baubles on a small plastic tree was at least mildly entertaining until the noise threatened to keep Andrew awake. Neil plying Andrew to let him put the small tree up with reindeer-shaped chocolates and an assortment of ridiculously-flavoured candy canes was annoying, but a better bribe than Neil’s usual fare, and held a faint sense of humour. Wrapped presents coming in the mail was definitely infuriating, as were the colourful jumpers they contained, but with some catnip the cats were persuaded to open the presents for him, and they certainly enjoy the jumpers as blankets.

The cold is unforgivable, but at least it’s to the point that even Neil admits it’s cold and turns the heating up. He goes so far as to come back from practice one night with a large, fluffy blanket with a repeating pattern of candy canes, gingerbread houses, and stockings.

He looks at it, as though for the first time, as he wraps Andrew in it like a burrito. “Oh, hey, do you like gingerbread?”

Andrew doesn’t interrupt the glare to say, “Yes.”

The next day Neil comes back with premade kits and suggests they decorate gingerbread houses together.
“This isn’t becoming a twelve days of Christmas thing,” Andrew says, and eats a corner of a gingerbread wall.

“Huh? Is that about buying gifts or something?” Neil asks, ignoring Andrew’s blatant attempt at annoying him.

“And human trafficking,” Andrew says, squeezing some icing directly into his mouth.

“Then no. I just saw them,” Neil shrugs. He’s becoming used to having money that can be spent without worry.

“You planned this,” Andrew accuses without any real heat. Neil’s poking his tongue out slightly to focus on icing a window.

He should have known Neil would take that as a challenge.

The next day’s pretty innocuous, he goes out and comes back half an hour later with dinner. Andrew doesn’t comment, but levels Neil an accusatory look.

“Hey, I brought dessert too,” Neil says, as though dessert forgives all sins. And maybe it does.

On the fourth day, Neil digs out some Santa hats they’d been given when they’d been to Matt and Dan’s for Christmas the previous year. (Now the older Foxes are starting to have children, and Christmas is less for their so-called found family and more for their offspring, no matter how young and unappreciative.) Neil tugs one down over Andrew’s eyes, then pulls it up to right it. The fluffy white ball dangles enticingly, and Sir jumps up to bat at it.

“If I get scratched, you’re paying the hospital fees,” Andrew warns Neil, who’s still definitely in his personal space.

“It’s your money,” Neil replies, which isn’t strictly true. He retrieves Sir though.

The fifth day is the 23rd, and even Neil is aware that’s the last day shops will be open. He returns with a bag that he makes a big deal of not showing Andrew and then puts on a Christmas movie from a DVD. “You’re gonna like this one,” he says. “It reminded me of you.”

It’s Dr. Seuss’ How the Grinch Stole Christmas.

“Did Nicky make the joke?” Andrew asks, as soon as he sees the title card.

“Yup,” Neil replies, and takes a small mint candy cane from Andrew’s stash. Insult to injury. “We’re still watching it though.”

It’s not the worst movie he’s ever seen.

On Christmas Eve, they’re doing some kind of promotional thing with the members of their team that don’t have prior obligations. Neil has some garishly bright hat with a bobble on top, and he wraps a matching scarf around Andrew’s neck before they leave. “Don’t pretend you’re not cold. I can see your hands turning blue from across the room.”

Andrew glowers as he puts gloves on.

The kids at the event love Neil’s hat. It’s almost endearing, but they’re too loud.

The seventh day of Neil’s makeshift Christmas is Christmas Day. “You know you’ve got your twelve days wrong,” Andrew says. “Aren’t you the one with the Math degree?”

“I’m sure you care so much about the traditions of Christmas,” Neil says.

“Yes,” Andrew replies. “And if we have turkey, I’ll gut you and that will be my meal for tonight.”

Neil smiles, “Funny you should mention dinner.”

It’s not.

“I found Christmas ice cream. I figured that would do for dinner.”

Sometimes Andrew can remember why he hasn’t yet murdered Neil.

The next day, Neil checks his phone and says, “What is boxing day?”

“Ask Matt,” Andrew says.

Neil snorts. “So it’s about fighting to the death. Probably your favourite holiday, then.” He tries to swing out of bed, but hisses, “Fuck me, it’s cold.”

Andrew can feel it in the tip of his nose. “Turn on the heating then.”

“Nope, we’re staying here,” Neil replies and burrows into the blankets. “I’m putting my feet on you,” he says, and does.

“What are you going to do about the eighth day of Christmas?” Andrew asks. Not because he cares.

“I’m your present,” Neil mumbles.

“Shit present.”

On the ninth day, they have to go back to practice. There’s almost no point, as they’ll stop again around New Year, but their Coach says something about “Pros” meaning “professional” as though that’s new, and everyone turns up, bleary-eyed and in new outfits.

Neil hands him a black jumper with a ridiculous Christmas-themed pun. “It’s not Christmas anymore,” Andrew reminds him.

“No, but I forgot that I’d gotten it,” he says. “I got it in your favourite colour.”

Andrew wears it to practice. At least he gets to take it off to put on his goalkeeper gear. Neil wears the shit-eating grin for the whole of practice.

On the tenth day, Kevin turns up at their doorstep. Andrew looks at Neil accusingly, but he shrugs. “I was in town,” Kevin says.

“Merry Christmas,” Neil says.

“You’re three days late,” Kevin replies with a frown.

After an hour or so of what Dan would have called ‘catching up’, Neil swerves the conversation to the new Exy gear the local dedicated shop has and offers to take Kevin. He doesn’t offer to take Andrew.

“Peace is definitely a theme of Christmas,” Neil says to Andrew quietly. “Right?”

Andrew raises his eyebrows.

“You’re welcome,” Neil says, and leaves.

On the eleventh day, Andrew says he’s looking forward to this being over. Neil smiles and puts King in his lap. “I’m regifting.”

Andrew supposes the cat is warm. He doesn’t argue.

It’s the last day of Neil’s attempt at Christmas, and Andrew isn’t sure, but Neil might be the type to have a triumphant finale. Somehow, though, schedules have aligned so that Andrew has to meet with their team’s long-suffering dietician, and Neil has the day to himself.

When Andrew gets back, though, all that’s changed is that the small Christmas tree is gone. Andrew glances at where it was, and Neil shrugs and says, “It’s the last day of Christmas, right?”

“Are you claiming that your gift to me is this being over?” Andrew wouldn’t be disappointed, but there’d be something.

“Of course not,” Neil says. He throws a gift in garishly bright paper covered in cats wearing Santa hats, which Andrew catches, but reluctantly.

Andrew stares at Neil.

“Open it,” Neil replies.

It’s a DVD for a film whose name is obscured by the pictures of candy on the front.

“Matt says I’m bad at gifts,” Neil says.

“You are.“

“That’s unfair. I just ran out of ideas after the second day.”

Andrew stares at Neil, and puts the DVD box down slowly. Into the trash can.

“Merry Christmas, Andrew.”

The Best Date - James van Riemsdyk Imagine

for the au prompt things you should do the movie theatre one!! (AN: with JVR because he’s my baby) “There was a mistake made by the employees of the cinema and they sold a seat twice and every other seat is occupied now we’re arguing because we both want to see this movie and wtf are you seriously pulling me down on your lap so we can watch it together” au

I hope you like this one, it took me a bit but it happened lol. Also in every gif I saw of jvr he looks so confused. Someone help him please. Anyway thanks for reading you guys!! -Accius

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Happy Birthday Dean 

It was the tapping on his bedroom window that woke Dean. Normally he wasn’t a light sleeper, once he was asleep it took Sam pouring water on him to get him to wake. The tapping, however, managed to wake him. With a groan, Dean rolled over a checked the time. 5:56am. What the hell? He thought as he looked over to the window and saw yet another small stone hit the window. 

Hastily, Dean got up out of his warm bed and padded across his room towards the window. Looking down he bit back a smirk when he saw who was stood down on his lawn. With care, he opened his bedroom window.

“Really? Throwing rocks at my window? That’s cheesy Cas.” He called down to his best friend. “What are you doing here? It’s the ass crack of dawn.” He said to the sweater and scarf-clad figure of Castiel Novak. His best friend of fourteen years. 

“You have such a way with words Dean.” Cas called back with a shake of his head. “Hurry up and get down here, I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“For little ol’ me? What’s the occasion Cas?” Dean asked as if he didn’t already know. It wasn’t every day that he turned eighteen. 

“Well, eighteen years ago today God decided the world hadn’t suffered enough so he gave you. Plagues and floods have nothing on your terrible taste in music and cheesy feet.” Cas said. Dean flipped him but still grinned. 

“I love it when you talk dirty to me Cas.”

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Out Of Nothing At All - Fourteen

You’d lain in bed together for a while longer before deciding to move. Upon checking your phone you saw that Hotch had text you, telling you both not to bother coming in today. You didn’t have a case so it was just going to be another paperwork day.

You called him anyway, updating him on your situation and asking him about the possibility of being excused from field duty and staying behind at HQ until you officially went on maternity leave.

With you being pregnant, technically the Bureau had to do anything they could to assist with the pregnancy in case anything were to go wrong which they could be held liable for. You both knew this and Hotch agreed with your request telling you he’d been sourcing a replacement anyway, another female from Andy Swan’s unit and that he’d speak with them about her taking over sooner than planned. You thanked him profusely, another load taken off your mind.

With the day ahead of you now free, you and Spencer decided to start working on the spare bedroom. You didn’t particularly want to spend tonight alone either and although last night had been fine, it wasn’t a good idea for you to get too comfortable sharing a bed. You knew that you would eventually have to spend the night alone, but you prayed that any cases that came up in the next few weeks would either be local, or that Reid could work from HQ too. You’d mentioned this to Hotch as well who had said it would need to be assessed on a case by case basis, but if you and Spencer were prepared to foot the cost of a commercial flight if Reid was needed in the field, then something could be worked out. Spencer wasn’t normally involved in many of the take downs anyway, so could work just as well via video link from the office.

You showed Reid the spare rooms, the smaller one directly next to yours would of course be the peanuts and the larger guest room with its own en-suite could become Spencer’s.

Reid drove JJ’s car back first thing, collecting his own from her house and picking up a few more belongings from his apartment before heading to the local home depot for storage boxes. The guest room had kinda become your dumping ground for your Gramp’s memorabilia along with old crap that you never used but didn’t have the energy to take to the tip. If you could box up your grandfather’s stuff, then you could shift some of the crap into the smaller room for now so that Reid would have somewhere to sleep. It was a huge job though, one that you regretted starting almost immediately.

It didn’t help that Reid was so interested in the stuff you had of your grandfather’s, like old scripts and film cells and stuff, insisting on asking you about everything.

Three hours had passed and you were exhausted. You slumped on the floor with a bottle of water, leaning against the bed next to Spencer who was quickly thumbing through yet another script he’d found, complete with all of your Gramp’s notes.

“Which one’s that?” you asked him.

“Jackal,” he replied, not even looking up, his finger running quickly down each page. It always amazed you watching him devour the written word so quickly.

“Ahhh. That’s my favourite.” It had been a sleeper hit at the box office but had won a fuck ton of awards including an Academy Award for best original screenplay.

“It’s mine too actually.” Still not looking up.

“Hey Spencer….. You know the little girl at the start.”

“The one who escapes from the Jackal?”

“Yep….. That’s yours truly.”

And now you had his attention. “Really? Oh my god thats awesome! You must have been what? Eight?”

You nodded and explained how you’d begged your Gramp’s to take you to work with him again. You loved going with him, even though he couldn’t always spend an awful lot of time with you when he was directing. He’d set you up in your own mini directors chair in front of one of the monitors and you’d just sit mesmerised. Most kids would have found the constant repetition of the same takes being filmed over and over again boring, but you’d loved it.

On this particular day, the production had run into issues. The actress playing the younger version of the protagonist in the opening scene had been pulled from the movie at the last minute, her parents suddenly finding issue with the content. The producers had seen you sitting there, quietly observing the panic, and made the suggestion to your Grandfather. He’d been reluctant to begin with but had approached you and asked whether you thought you could do this. You could and you did, so excited to be involved. You hadn’t been allowed to actually watch the full movie until years later, due to its rating and it had been so strange seeing yourself on screen.

“So why didn’t you continue with it then?” Spencer asked you.

“Erm…. Well, as much as I enjoyed it, I remember seeing the actress on the set. And for a nine year old, she was so spoiled and haughty. Her parents and assistants ran around catering to her every need and she reminded me so much of my older sisters, thinking they were everything but actually being no more important than me. I just didn’t want to become that. I’d have hated to become from sisters or my mom.”

“Y/N, why….. Why don’t you get on with your family? You never really talk about them much except to say bad things.”

“Erm…. ”

“I’m sorry… That’s too personal. Forget it.”

“No its fine… You should probably know. I’ll guess you’ll eventually meet them anyway. So, I’m quite a lot younger than my sisters. There’s a 10 year age gap between me and the one nearest to me in age. I’ve just always……been different to them. My Mom spend a large amount of her childhood in fancy boarding schools due to my Grandfather’s job. He told me once that he regretted it so much because it turned her into a ‘spoiled little madam with ideas above her station.’ And because my Grandparent’s weren’t used to having the amount of money they were suddenly making, she pretty much got anything she wanted.”

You took a breath before continuing. 

“My Mom married rich, I strongly suspect she didn’t love my father. And she did the same with my sisters, using money from her trust find and our Dad to send my sisters to the same school she went to. My Dad was away on business a lot so he didn’t really have a say in what went on. He died just after I was born by the way… I never knew him. By the time I was born, my Grandpa was fed up with seeing her turning his grandchildren into little princesses and put his foot down with me. He told her that I had to go to a normal public school and have a normal childhood or else he’d cut her and my sisters off and they wouldn’t get their trust funds. My mom remarried… For money again, but couldn’t bear to lose her dad’s money so abided by his wishes, although she employed nannies to actually look after me. And because Gramp’s was older and making less movies, he started spending time with me, that he hadn’t with my siblings. It’s all terribly boring but basically they just all have a sense of entitlement which my Grandpa blamed himself for and I don’t feel any sense of kin to them. We’re all totally different in personality. Plus my Mom’s an evil bitch. It’s down to her that I don’t want kids.”

“How come?”

“Because she’s repeatedly told me that I wouldn’t be a good mother and I’m terrified she’s right.“ 

Wow…. Honesty for once. Most of the time you just told people that it didn’t fit your lifestyle. But somehow…. You felt you owed it to him to be honest.

“Your own mother told you that you wouldn’t be a good mother? What the fuck?”

“And my sisters….. To be fair. One of them had a point. I did nearly kill her kid.”

He coughed, “What?”

Fuck it, in for a penny, in for a pound. You’d never told anyone this.

“When I was thirteen we had a family party. My sisters are a lot older than me like I’ve already said, so I’ve got a fair few nieces and nephews. So the adults were all getting drunk and I was left in charge of the kids, supervising them around the pool.” You took a deep breath before continuing. “I looked away for two minutes, texting this boy that I liked and when I looked up, my five year old nephew had fallen in. And he couldn’t swim.”

You could feel the panic you’d felt all those years ago settling back in.

“I couldn’t move, I was frozen to the spot. All I could do was scream until the adults came running. They pulled him out but he’d stopped breathing.”

Spencer reached his hand out placing it on your arm, the motion calming you without you even realising. “They performed CPR on him and thankfully, he started breathing again. And he’s fine…. No ill effects. He probably doesn’t even remember it. But I do. And so do….. they. My Mom asked me what had been so important that I hadn’t been paying attention and when I told her I was on my phone, she slapped me so hard that she split my lip and marked my face. She called me a selfish little bitch and asked me how I’d feel if my nephew had died because I was too busy thinking about myself. And she’s right….. I’m too selfish to think of other people. It’s always all about me. My sister, his Mom, said she’d never leave me alone with him again and that she hoped I’d never get pregnant because ‘god help the poor child that has Y/N for a Mother.’ And whenever a new baby was introduced into the family, they’d laugh and joke and say that I wasn’t to be allowed near them because I’d drop them or something. So yeah…… That’s kinda why I don’t want kids. Because I can’t be trusted to look after someone else’s child let alone my own.”

Spencer was staring at you, his jaw slack, “What did you your Grandpa say?”

“He didn’t. He was away, and I never told him. I couldn’t tell him I nearly killed his great grandchild.”

It felt so strange saying all of this now, after all these years.

“Y/N, you were thirteen. It wasn’t your fault.”

“Yes it was. I should have been watching.”

“You were thirteen. The parents should have been watching, not you. They weren’t your responsibility.”

“It WAS my responsibility though. It was, I shouldn’t have been so selfish. But that’s me. Selfish little Y/N. You’ve said it yourself Spencer.”

“Y/N stop. Your family were out of line, in so many ways by the sounds of it. You know what it sounds like to me? Jealousy and resentment because of the special treatment you got from your Grandfather. They wanted to make you feel bad and they’ve used something that was NOT your fault to do that. It was a mistake, an accident. But it wasn’t your fault. And it doesn’t mean you won’t be a good mother.” His voice was quiet and soothing.

“But I won’t be Spencer, I won’t be. How can I be a good Mom when I wanted to get rid of her….. When I tried to get rid of her.” Your voice cracking now and tears threatening to spill.

“Y/N…. You didn’t though did you. Something stopped you. And you know what? Plenty of women who’ve had a termination go on to have other children and be great mom’s. Thinking of terminating or actually terminating a pregnancy doesn’t mean that someone is a bad mother, it just means that maybe that person wasn’t ready. Maybe circumstances meant that it just wasn’t the right time.” He inched closer on the floor until your shoulders were touching and he moved his arm so it was around your shoulders, pulling you into a hug.

“I’m truly sorry for the things I said yesterday. Now I know, I realise how much I must have added to these feelings. But what happened doesn’t mean anything. I know you’re going to be great at this. Because you’re strong, and independent. You’re opinionated. And how can you say you’re selfish when you do what you do for a living? You risk your life on a daily basis for other people. Hell you’ve even saved mine a few times. You’ll be great at this.”

Tears were freely streaming down your face down…..Christ, you couldn’t wait for these extra hormones to do one. You weren’t normally a crier.

“You think so?” Maybe if he genuinely thought this then maybe it was true.

“I know so.”

“Thanks Spencer,” you whispered, wiping your tears away.

“Nothing to thank me for…… But you do realise you have to tell your family about this. And then show them how good a mom you actually are.”

Now that was a point. This was kind of your opportunity to proof them wrong. And fuck, you loved proving people wrong.

“Will you come with me?”

He looked surprised and taken aback by your question and you were surprised too. But you actually did want him there. 

“Of course. Anything you need, I’ll do.”

And you knew that he was telling the truth.

Blue Kryptonite - Karamel One Shot

“So, Rhonda broke her arm and Kevin has the flu, and they asked me to replace them for three days, thai means working from 10 to 12, lunch, then 1 to either midnight or 2 am.. but I don’t know if I should, like there’s a lot of dangerous aliens outside, and I want to help you!”
“Mon-El, I’m not by myself, Alex, J'onn and even James can help me, you should go, I mean if it’s not too exhausting for you.”
“Hey! I’m a superhero! I can handle some extra turns, blondie.”
“Oh right, mr. Valor.” He held Kara in his arms, swinging a little.
“I like when you say it.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” She kissed him quickly, “Anyway I’m gonna go now, my bartender duties are calling.”
He kissed her cheek and ran out the door. Kara sighed, she’s gonna miss her partner a lot. But of course she was Supergirl, she wouldn’t stop at home sighing and boring herself to death; Kara decided to write a few articles about the fire that Supergirl stopped the day before, and the newborn child that Valor saved in that burning apartment. She wrote a good amount until the DEO called her in: she explained to J'onn why Mon-El couldn’t come so he told Pam to note that for his paycheck. “Hey, sissy!”
“Hey, Kara! Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, sure, why did you ask?”
“First, you never call me ‘Sissy’, second, you’re crinkling right now.”
“I’m no-” she touched her forehead “-damn it!”
“Spill whatever is going on in your mind.”
“It’s..probably silly..but I’m afraid I’ll miss Mon-El too much these days..it’s the first time we’re separating since he’s moved in with me, and I’m used to having him around all day..don’t laugh, please!” Kara pouted and Alex smiled back at her.
“I won’t laugh, Maggie completely changed my idea of 'too silly or too cheesy’. Just prepare something for when he comes home, or just keep yourself busy and you won’t even realize that three days have passed.”
“Mmh, okay..I’ll find something. Thanks, Alex.”
“Anytime.”
“Did you find the restaurant for the reception?”
“Kara, I think it’s too soon for this conversation, we got engaged just a few months ago!”
“Hey! I’m your MAID OF HONOR! I need everything to be perfect.” Kara crossed her arms on her chest.
“Yeah, yeah, you’re way more invested than I am.” The two girls started laughing, until Winn called them, there was an emergency near the mall.


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As soon as Kara walked home, she dropped herself on the couch, tired like never before: she checked her phone, finding a text from his boyfriend: 'I miss you already..xx" She smiled at the screen, 'I miss you too, you have no idea.’
Kara started cooking Mon-El’s favourite meal, waiting for him to come home, and maybe watch something together and cuddle. Another beep rang in the room, about 30 minutes later, Mon-El wrote 'Babe I don’t think I can make it for dinner, I’m so so sorry..’
'It’s okay, we’ll see each other after dinner then. :)’
She was upset, but she was the one who told him to work extra turns: since Mon-El worked at the alien bar, she saw a new side of him, more responsible and mature, she found that really attractive, but most of all, Kara was proud of who he’d become. She ate both his dish and hers, yet she was somehow hungry: she picked a rom-com to watch on Netflix in the meantime. The movie was called Serendipity, and it was about two people who were meant to be together, because it was written in their destinies: when the two lovers found each other after years, she started crying, “It’s not that emotional!” but she kept sobbing until she fell asleep on the couch.
Mon-El walked home around 2 am, he found his lover hugging a pillow, deep into her slumber; smiling, he picked her up bridal-style and laid her down under the blankets, before kissing her forehead goodnight. Mon-El changed into his pyjama and fell asleep hugging his little spoon.

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'good morning beautiful, I’m so sorry I came home at 2 am last night, I made you hashbrowns, if they’re too cold, just do your trick :) i love you - mon-el’
Kara found the post-it on the table, next to her plate: she heated up the hashbrowns and sighed, sipping her coffee. She was at CatCo for the whole morning, trying to focus on her articles only. She decided to stop by the alien bar for lunch.
“Hi!”
“Kara, hey! I didn’t expect to see you.” Mon-El leaned over to kiss her, “how are you?” he was cleaning a few glasses.
“I was missing you a little too much, I guess. Did you have lunch already? I brought sandwiches.”
“I was just about to, thank you.” She grinned widely at her man.
“What?”
“Nothing, you’re just really cute.” Kara bit her sandwich, “Can’t I admire my boyfriend? ”
“Of course you can. I saw you fell asleep with the tv on, what did you watch?”
“Oh, I watched a beautiful movie, it’s called Serendipity and you really need to watch it! It’s about a boy and a girl meeting in a shop, leaving their numbers on a book and a– basically she thinks that if they’re meant to be together, they’ll meet again and– oh no.” She was already tearing up at the thought of that ending when her earcom started beeping. “Alex, what’s wrong? Oh okay, I’m on my way.”
“They need Supergirl, don’t they?”
“Yuuuup..I’ll see you later.” She pecked his lips, before running outside the bar and unbottoning her shirt.
An alien was attacking a school bus with his laser eyes and all the kids were struggling, hiding under their seats, Supergirl shielded the bus, standing in front of the hostile alien and punched and kicked him with all her anger, that dude interrupted her quality time with Mon-El after all, until he was exhausted. The children behind her started cheering on the superhero, and Kara felt an overwhelming wave of pride and happiness taking over her heart.
That night, she decided to light up some candles, curl her hair and wear her sexiest babydoll: she felt prettier, but she was sure that Mon-El was the one who would’ve appreciated this more. She had an insane need of strawberries in that moment: Kara got so mad when she found out that there weren’t any, that she left a dent on the fridge. “Alex, can you bring me strawberries, pleeeeeeeaase?”
“It’s 11 pm, Kara, there’s no one open right now!”
“That’s why I asked you! I know you have them! Please!”
“Kara, are- are you crying?”
“No, I’m- Haha! Okay, I think I am after all. Please bring me strawberries!”
Alex sighed, a little confused, on the other side of the phone, “Okay, I’m coming.”

“Alex!” Kara immediately jumped, hugging her sister a little too much; her shirt got wet in a matter of seconds.
“What’s wrong?”
“Where are my strawberries?”
“Here. Why are you crying?”
“Mon-El said he’s working until 2 tonight. It’s Saturday..” Her tears fell on her cheeks again, she grabbed the box of strawberries and sat on the couch.
“Well, from the way you look, I would say that you were preparing a surprise for him..but it’s not a big deal! Stop crying, c'mon.” Alex sat next to her little sister.
“I can’t.. I can’t.”
“Kara.. I think there’s something wrong with you. Were you near some kind of..modified kryptonite?”
“No, no, I don’t think so.”
“How many times did you cry these days?”
“I watched a movie last night and I cried until I fell asleep, then this morning I went to the bar to see Mon-El, and I was getting emotional again while explaining him the plot..When I saved those kids I-”
“Okay, this is too much even for you; tomorrow I’m gonna do some tests on you.”
“Okay.. What if I touched something that made me too sensitive? What if I’m not bulletproof anymore? What if- oh no, here we go again.”
Alex got up to get some wine in the fridge, until she noticed the dents. “Kara, what’s this?”
“Oh..I accidentally did that..when I found out there were-”
“No strawberries?”
“No strawberries.”

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“Kara, I’m about to check the results, are you on your way? Okay, see you later.”

“Okay, what did you find out? Is it a blue kryptonite? Am I okay? How do I cure this?”
“Kara uhm, I- I don’t know how to say it–”
“Am I dying?” Kara yelled anxiously, already crying again.
“Kara you’re not dying, you’re PREGNANT!”
“I’M WHAT?” Her voice was high pitched, she immediately covered her mouth with her hands, completely shocked.
“Oh Rao, oh Rao, oh Rao, what do I do? What do I do? What is Mon-El gonna do? I have a baby inside of me? In my stomach? I think I’m gonna pass out.” Kara blurted everything out without taking a breath, she sat down, next to her sister, who didn’t know what to say.
“I think you should–” The blonde’s phone started ringing. “It’s Mon-El.” She inhaled a deep breath and replied his call. “Hey.”
“I have a good news, I’m coming home earlier, around 9! I can’t wait to see you!”
“That’s great! I- I have something to tell you tonight as well..see you tonight.”
“Love you.”
“Love you more.”

“So, you’re telling him tonight?”
“I guess..”
“Before anything else..how do you feel?”
“I don’t know.. My head is just a big mess right now: I don’t know if I’m ready. A baby is.. A baby. It’s a big deal.”
“Yeah.. Are you more afraid of having a baby or.. His reaction? Have you ever discussed this possibility?”
“Yeah, never too seriously but yeah, we said that we both wanted to have children one day, but we never expected that day to arrive so soon..”
“Well, this is positive, isn’t it? Mon-El didn’t exclude a baby from his future. Before worrying too much, talk to him, and we’ll see the rest after that.” Alex kissed her cheek, finally making Kara smile. “You’re right..but please Alex, don’t tell anyone, not even Maggie. Pinky promise?”
“Pinky promise.”


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“Finally home.” Mon-El walked through the door, ready to hold his girlfriend after what felt like an eternity.
“Hi babe,” she hugged him tightly, “let’s eat! How was your day? Is Kevin back?”
“Yeah finally, these days have been really tiring, I missed kicking alien butts with you.”
“Me too..” Kara chuckled, “luckily there weren’t many aliens to take down, so you didn’t miss out on much.”
After dinner, they cuddled on the couch talking about everything and nothing, she almost forgot what she had to tell him.
Kara stood up, holding a pillow in her arms; “Mon-El, listen..these past few days, I’ve felt a little weird..like remember when I almost cried explaining the movie’s plot to you?”
“Yeah, that was weird but, I didn’t judge you because I know how passionate you are over movies.”
“And I love you for that. But like I was saying, I didn’t feel right..” Mon-El’s forehead wrinkled with worry. “Is everything okay, Kara?”
“Alex did some tests, and she found out that I’m..pregnant.”
“You’re what?” His mouth opened in shock just like hers did a few hours before.
“I’m pregnant.” Kara covered her eyes. “Are you upset? Please say something, I can’t handle this anymore.”
“Upset? Are you kidding me? Why would I be upset if you’ve just given me the best news ever?” Mon-El stood up and picked Kara up, “Rao, I’m so happy right now!”
“Really? I was so nervous because I thought you didn’t want this! Now-now I can’t stop smiling.” Mon-El gave her multiple kisses all over her face, “I love you so much, Kara.”
“I love you too, Mon-El.”
“I can’t believe that this is happening..” He looked down on her stomach, smiling, his eyes were full of tears already. “Why did you think that I didn’t want this?” He stared into her eyes with so much love and awe.
“Because the only time we’ve discussed this, we said that we wanted it to happen in the future..but not a near future.”
“I said it because we didn’t have like..to rush, but I would’ve loved it whenever it would’ve arrived, as long as it was with you. From the beginning I knew that I wanted you and only you in my future, I couldn’t wish for a better mom for my child.”
“We’re really having a baby..”
“We’re having a baby.” Their faces were a mix of shock, happiness, disbelief, love. They couldn’t stop smiling and kissing.


When it was time to sleep, Kara kept staring at the ceiling.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I’m just thinking about this little bean.” She smiled.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah and.. I couldn’t help but think if I’ll be a good mother. We’re not normal people, we are superheroes, we have enemies, we have a world to protect.”
“We can’t spend a lifetime worrying about what could happen. What did you tell me three days ago?”
“What did I tell you?”
“You’re not by yourself. You have Alex, J'onn, and even James: and that was only about the superheroing part. You also have Winn, Lena, Maggie, your earth mother Eliza..You’ll be a great mom. You’ve had good parenting figure for your whole life; I should be the one who doubts his capabilities of being a good dad.. You’ve met them, unfortunately. I grew up with maids and teachers, they were busy destroying Daxam’s society and I didn’t have a normal childhood.”
Kara cupped his face, “Hey, you’re not your parents. You are a different person, a much better person. You’ll be a great dad. We’ll be okay.”
“Thank you, Kara.”
“No, thank you. For everything, thank you for being always here for me, for the past two years.”
“My pleasure.” He kissed her forehead and caressed her head.
“Goodnight.”
“Goodnight..and goodnight.” Mon-El’s hand stroked his girlfriend’s stomach, feeling like all his dreams were coming true: he couldn’t ask for a better miracle to happen to him.

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Nocturnal

This One-Shot is inspired by one of my favourite songs…ever!
Nocturnal by Disclosure feat. The Weeknd ♡♡♡

Summary: You can’t remember when the last time was you really slept during night. With nothing else to do, you wander in the silent halls of the Avengers Tower. You hate not being able to sleep at night. Will that change when the handsome Bucky Barnes accompanies you during these restless dark hours?

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: angst, self-doubt, self-hatred, fluffy ending

Word Count: 1125

★☆★ MASTERLIST ★☆★


Street lights, turn on one by one
My hope is, descending like the sun
Try to tell myself there’s freedom
in the loneliness (Oh baby)

Like every other night I sat on the rooftop of the Avengers Tower, well wrapped up in a fuzzy blanket. I watched the city lights come to life along with masses of various colored neon signs, flashing magically in the darkness of the night.

I closed my eyes and listened to the noises beneath me, feeling a soft blowing cold breeze on my face. From day to day the wind got colder, the autumn nearing it’s end, winter taking over. Around this time of the year I always had the most trouble finding sleep at night.

Always restless, story of my life
Disconnected, body clock’s not right
Try to tell myself that I’mma get
some sleep tonight


When the others would go to bed, I would be wandering around the empty Tower, watching the night sky and the city from atop. I wasn’t plagued by PTSD, nightmares or other side effects from missions. Luckily. I just couldn’t find any rest like normal people in the dead of night.

Found myself where I started,
this wasn’t where I want to be
The time that I find hardest,
always comes eventually

First it never bothered me to be by myself. I often would listen to music, read a book or watch movies. I started to dislike my lonely nights when I missed funny get togethers from the team during day.

Because that’s when I mostly slept. I kind of felt left out, not as part of the team anymore. By logical thinking I knew it was nonsense, but still I couldn’t stop feeling deserted. Somehow the darkness became my closest friend. I could feel at peace and be myself.

My shadow doesn’t show in the dark
The night time is inclined to my heart
The emptiness I felt from the start
Will follow me ‘till I fall apart

Soon the darkness alone wasn’t enough anymore. I began to hate my lonely nights. I hated not being able to sleep, when everybody else would. That’s when depressions started to change my earlier kind and open self into a brooding always grumpy one. I felt empty inside and could feel myself fall apart day by day or in my case night by night.

My demons are blocking out the light
And my mind is about to lose the fight
Why can’t I find peace, when a caracal
could sleep tonight? (Yeah)

My own mind became my worst enemy. I would lose the fight against the demons inside my head. I was more and more plagued by self-doubts, self-hatred and couldn’t let the voices in my head make their assault stop.

Everything changed when James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes joined the Avengers and was now living in the Tower with all of us. I was captivated by his brooding being, charming manners and most importantly his endearing stormy blue-grey eyes.

Bucky stayed to himself at the beginning. He was either be found in the gym or in his room. The only person he talked to was of course Steve. I became even more sad when I found out about Bucky bonding with the rest of the team to a greater extent. I totally lost the connection to my friends. My thoughts, running wild in my mind, even prevented me from finding sleep at all. My face became pale, dark circle were showing evidently under my eyes, I lost weight and my [Y/H/C] hair got dull and strawy.

I spent time with the Avengers considerably less, always finding excuses to be alone. The only time I was outside my room was at night, when I was staying on the roof, shrouded in darkness.

That’s also where Bucky found me on a particular cold night. He came with two hot steaming cups of tea in hands, sat down beside me and gave me one of the cups wordlessly. We sat like that for some time, not speaking, only enjoying not being alone anymore.

And just like that I fell in love with Bucky Barnes.

He would sit on the rooftop with me every single night. He instinctively knew if I was in the mood to talk or not. When we talked he would tell me about his life back in the 40s, how he and Steve always got into trouble.

When I would have one of my worse moods, Bucky would simply hug me tight against his warm body. He made me feel better just by being with me.

One beautiful night, the stars seemed to shine brighter than usual, Bucky and I shared our first kiss under the moonlight. From that night on I knew it wasn’t so bad after all to be nocturnal, as long as Bucky would be by my side.

☆☆☆

I was hugged from behind, one arm metal, one arm flesh. “Hey doll, how are my two beautiful girls doing?” Bucky whispered in my ear, kissing my cheek, while sitting down behind me.

I hummed comfortably and leaned back against his firm chest. Bucky was drawing soothing circles on my evidently showing baby bump. “I’m good and our little girl definitely is a night owl.” I lightly giggled out. In exactly that moment my baby girl kicked noticeably for Bucky and me to feel.

He chuckled and hugged me more close against him. “I guess she comes after her parents then.” “I’m not sure if I want her to or not.” Bucky tensed a little bit, not quite sure how to comprehend what I said.

“You know, I always hated my odd condition. All those sleepless lonely nights. I don’t want her to have to deal with that, too.” I turned in Bucky’s embrace, looking him deep in the eyes.

“But I also met you because of it and for that I always be grateful. You’re my everything, Bucky. I love you so much.” A single tear escaped me, being wiped away by Bucky’s thumb. Since my pregnancy I got emotional all the time.

“I love you too, [Y/N]. To the moon and back.” I kissed him lovingly, trying to put all I felt for him into it. Suddenly it clicked inside my head.

“What do you think of Luna?” Bucky doesn’t seem to get what I meant. “I mean as a name for her.” Up to now we couldn’t decide how to name our little girl. When it dawned on Bucky, his eyes sparkled delighted. “I think it’s the perfect name for our perfect girl.”

He kissed me with more need this time, our tongues dancing passionately together. I couldn’t wait to hold our own little moon in the arms.


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Needles

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Featuring: Doctor Cho

Words: 1045

Warning: none i think

Tag: @vashanatasha

Request: Requested by Anonymous:

“4 and 17 with barnes 😍😍”

Note: I tried to do both prompts in this one but I just didn’t like the result so I decided to write them separately. But could you please, send me another request so I don’t forget to make the 17? Please? Just in case haha

Originally posted by pxggycxrters


You and Bucky had been together for a year now and you were happy and proud to say that you were the person who knew Bucky the best. Steve was the only exception, of course. You knew everything about each other and every single day he still managed to surprise you somehow.

He, indeed, was the fiery super soldier everyone knew but on the inside he was just a boy from Brooklyn. He was caring, happy, funny, he loved staying in bed on Sundays while cuddling with you. He loved having you play with his hair or massage his back, he loved holding your hand in public and he loved extra cheese on pizza and pasta. You also knew he wasn’t afraid of many things but he didn’t really like spiders, he was afraid of the dark because it used to bring nightmares and he didn’t like the cold since it reminded him of the time when he was frozen. But, after a year together, you found out about a fear you never thought he would have.

“Needles? You’re afraid of needles?” You asked him.

Every time someone joined the team he was forced to go through a medical test to check that everything was ok. Usually, it would take place during the first week after joining the team, but the made an exception with Bucky. The doctors decided it would be better if everything went back to normal in his head and then they would check his body. And now that he was almost over his “Hydra phase”, Tony and Steve decided it was time for him to go to the doctor who told him she would need some blood samples to run some tests.

“It’s not that I’m afraid, I just don’t like the idea of…them?” He said. You tried to hold your laugh but it was impossible. Who would have thought that the Winter Soldier was afraid of needles?

“You’re adorable”, you said shaking your head as you stroked his hair slowly.

“I said I’m not scared” he frowned.

“It’s ok. Everyone’s afraid of something, Bucks” you winked at him. “But now we have to go to the nursery. Doctor Cho is waiting and have been waiting for 15 minutes now”

“But why does she need my blood anyway? It’s mine and if it is inside my body it is for a reason. Blood is not supposed to be taken out of me”, he said crossing his arms. He really looked like a 5-years-old boy now which made you laugh even more.

“It’s the only one to know that everything is alright. I already explained it”, you said.

“But what about ultrasounds, x-ray and all that stuff?” He asked.

“Those stuff can’t know what is in your blood”, you replied.

“But I’m fine!” He whined. Sighing you took his face in your hands and kiss him softly. “I don’t want to…” he mumbled.

“For me? Please?” You asked him pouting, knowing he couldn’t resist you when you did that. “I’ll be there with you, I promise”, you added.

“You’re being mean…” he mumbled.

“But, please…”

With a sigh he looked away for a few moments and then nodded. You smiled a hugged him tight before kissing him softly.

“I love you”, you said.

“And I love you too”, he smiled before pecking your lips.

“C’mon, Dr Cho is waiting”, you repeated as you pulled his hand.

With a sigh, he got up from the couch and followed you through the headquarters to the nursery. But just when he walked in and he saw the needles the doctor would be using he turned around again.

“Bucky! Come back!” You exclaimed but he just didn’t listen. “James, come back here or I swear you will be sleeping on your own for the next two weeks”

That made him stop on his tracks. Slowly, he turned and looked at you wide eyed.

“You wouldn’t do that”, he said.

“Try me”, you replied crossing your arms against your chest.

He looked at you first and then at the doctor who was leaned against the table smiling widely. Seeing you two together was always adorable but also so funny, especially when you were the one bossing around. After a minute he mumbled something under his breath and walked back into the nursery. With a smile, you took his hand and leaded him to the stretcher where he sat down.

“Have you seen those?” Bucky asked with panic as he looked at the needles.

“Hey, don’t look at them. Focus on me. Just me”, you said taking his face so he set his eyes on you. “You won’t even notice, I promise. And then we will go to the city and I will buy you your favourite ice cream”, you smirked.

“Are you mocking me?” He asked narrowing his eyes.

“Impossible not to”, you winked before pecking his lips.

Meanwhile, Dr Cho had wrapped a long elastic band around Bucky’s upper arm.

“Close your fist, Bucky”, the doctor told him. He did so.

You observed what the doctor was doing while you felt Bucky’s eyes on you the whole time. You looked at him when you saw that she was about to place the IV.

“Ok, now you need to look at me. Tell me anything, tell me which movie we’re watching tonight”, you said.

“Well, I want to watch this new one… Nerve I think-fuck!” He looked at his arm just when the doctor had attached the tube and the blood started to come out as soon as she removed the elastic band. “What the…?”

“Bucky, look at me! Forget about it!” You exclaimed taking his face again but now his pupils were already dilated and you knew he wouldn’t be able to think about anything else. “C’mon…breathe in…now out…it’s ok. It’s almost over”

“Done, press against the cotton for a while, Mr Barnes”, the doctor said. You looked down and saw that she has removed the tube and the IV and was now holding a ball of cotton against his arm.

“You did great, babe”, you smiled at him.

“I didn’t like it…” he mumbled. “And I want my ice cream…” he added.

“Of course”, you said smiling and hugging him. Who could have ever imagined?

1,001 AU PROMPTS

Seriously. One thousand and one. Compiled and edited by yours truly (sarahbellcastiel). All credit goes to whoever made them up in the first place. Please give me creds for compiling all this, though. Enjoy!!! (Also, because I’m a lazy little shit, its all in one post)

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I know

Warnings: swearing, Star Wars spoilers from the Prequels (just in case if there are people who haven’t seen them yet)

Word Count: 2419

Notes: I got the idea for this one shot when I finished episode III last week. I hadn’t had the second DVD box with episode IV to VI at home yet and got kinda furious because I was already way into it :D 
and @finding-beauty-in-my-pain​ have fun reading it :D

“Oh my god! Have you still not seen Star Wars?!?! You promised me you would watch them, more than over 2 months ago!”
“Yeah, well I’m sorry that I can’t look into the future, Stiles! It’s not my fault that werewolf business came into my way!” you glared at your boyfriend while closing the door of your locker.
“And besides, those movies go 2 hours each! And there are 6 of them! 6 freaking movies!”
“7”
Stiles held his hands up in surrender as you glared at him once again.
Yes, you had promised him that you’d watch them soon, but then new Werewolf stuff happened and once that was over the new Supernatural season came out on DVD and long story short: you really couldn’t care less about these movies at the moment.
“Just makes me crazy”
“And you make me crazy!” you cried out.
“How about today? It’s friday, I could come over, we could cuddle while watching the movies and I would even buy you your favourite ice cream. How does that sound?”
“…you will buy me ice cream AND chocolate or else I won’t let you in.”
“So… is that a yes?”
“…yeah, it is.” another sigh escaped your lips.
Your boyfriend gave you the biggest, shit-eating grin he could muster and pulled you into a deep kiss.
As he pulled away again, you couldn’t help but laugh at his exitement.
“You are an idiot, you know that?”
“Well, I’m your idiot. See you later, babe!” Stiles turned around and hurried away, just as the bell rang to the next class. You shook your head and chuckled lightly as you started walking down the hall on the other side of the hallway. This could get interesting.


“Hi babe” Stiles smiled at you, as you opened the front door for him.
The boy with the beautiful brown eyes held a shopping bag in his arms and gave you a short peck on your lips, as he entered the house. You closed the door behind him and he opened the shopping bag for you, so you were able to see the content in it.
“Alright, so… I brought ice cream, 3 bars of your favourite chocolate, m&m’s, a pack of microwave popcorn and star wars episode I to III. Today is going to be awesome!” A short peck on your cheek later and your boyfriend disappeared in the kitchen. You went after him and took the bag out of his hands, placing it on the kitchen counter instead.
Seconds later, the Popcorn was placed in the microwave and Stiles pulled out a bowl from one of the cupboards.
“I’m totally exited for this! I know I was kinda annoying but those movies are freaking amazing and you’re gonna love them too! Oh, and I decided to bring the Prequels because, even though I really like them too, they are just not as awesome as the original ones and I thought save the best until last and…”
You made Stiles shut up with a kiss, before taking two spoons out of one of the drawers, and going upstairs with the bag full of sweets. “I’m gonna put the movie in. Hurry up.”

40 Minutes later Stiles and you were upstairs, lying in your bed, surrounded by sweets and Star Wars playing on your TV, but none of you were looking at the screen, as you were currently occupied with making out with Stiles instead. Looked like getting his girl into watching Star Wars with him wasn’t too important then.
Stiles worked his way up slowly from your neck back up to your lips. The feelling his lips left on your skin was amazing and made you sigh in exitment.
God, why did his lips had to feel so amazing on your neck?
As soon as he reached your lips, he left many short but gentle kisses on them but soon you had enough. Stiles bit your lower lip, as your hands reached his hair, tugging lightly at it. You pulled him closer to you and moaned against his soft lips. Good thing that both of your parents had to work longer today.
“So much better than Star Wars” you muttered against his lips but regreted it immediately as Stiles pulled away and looked down at you with wide eyes.
“Shit the movie! We have to restart it!”
“Nooo Stiles. Come on!” you pouted and even though you were sure that you sounded like a child, you still pulled Stiles back down into a kiss, but he was stronger then you and loosened your grip on his neck, before taking both of your hands in his.
“We can totally continue making out later. Like totally!! But I really want you to watch Star Wars. Please.”
He gave you a last kiss on your nose and finally pulled back completely, repositioning his back against your head board.
If you thought the movies hadn’t interested you before, you surely hated them now!
Chocolate. You needed Chocolate to cut down your frustration!
The wraping paper landed on the floor right beside your trash bin but you ignored it and took a huge and delicious bite off of the chocolate bar.
Suddenly you could feel the matress shift besides you, as your nerdy boyfriend tried to pull his mobile out of his pocket.
He looked at the screen and groaned in frustration as he took the call.
“Scott this better be important. I’m finally watching Star wars with (y/n)!”
His groan only grew louder as he listened to his best friend’s words.
“Yeah alright. I’ll come over. Yeah! ..dear god, I got it Scott! Bye!”
“What happened?” you frowned at your boyfriend, while sitting up from your lying position, but Stiles just rolled his eyes at his phone.
“Nothing. Wolf boy got himself into trouble again. It’s not that bad but I have to go and help Scott.”
“You need my help too?”
Stiles rose his eye brows at your question and shock his head frantically.
He placed his hands on your shoulders, pushing you softly back against your pillow.
“You stay exactly where you are and keep watching Star Wars! I’ll come back as soon as possible, See you later.”  and with that he gave you a short peek on your lips, jumped off the bed and dissappeared downstairs. 
You scooped up a hand full of popcorn and tossed it into your mouth.
If you had known, that in the end, Stiles would leave you alone with the movies, you wouldn’t had agreed on watching them in the first place. 
You looked back at the screen.
Right now, a girl in an orange costume was cleaning R2-something.
Okay, you could do this. Stiles didn’t liked those movies for nothing.
And normally, you loved Stiles’ nerdy side, since you were a just as big of a nerd as him. Maybe you needed a few minutes to get into it!
Yeah, that sounded more than locial!
20 Minutes later you fell asleep and 2 hours after that, Stiles came finally back to your place and woke you up again.
“You fell asleep halfway through the movie, didn’t you?”
“Maybe.”
A groan escaped Stiles’ lips but that was the last thing your boyfriend did about it. He didn’t say another word about Star Wars and started talking about how he had once again saved Scott from hurting himself instead.


“And you really don’t want to come with us? Scott hasn’t seen the movies either, you know?”
You sighed into your phone but smiled at Stiles’ fourth attempt to convince you into watching Star Wars Awakens with him and Scott.
“Stiles, I’m totally fine. Just enjoy the movie and enjoy a monster free evening with your best buddy, would you?”
“Okay… but I’ll persuade you into watching it too! It will maybe take some time but just watch me.”
“Yeah yeah Stiles. May the force be with you with this one.”
“That’s the spirit!”
“Bye, Stiles!”
After ending the call, you spent the next hour finishing your homework and trying to read one of your new books. 
Trying.
You hadn’t even made it through the first 30 pages, when you had to stop because you were bored out of your mind.
Your mind kept wandering back to Stiles’ offer and yes, you were somehow already regretting your refusal. 
It was saturday and you could have spent your evening with your boyfriend but now you were sitting at home alone instead, becaue you were so stubborn.
Maybe a movie could get your mind off of things! 
You let your eyes wander over your DVD shelfs.
There were several Marvel movies, The Hunger Games Series, way too many romantic comedies, your whole Supernatural collection and… Star Wars.
Your stare lingered on the DVD Box as you thought about the day from a few weeks ago, when you fell asleep watching the first movie. Looked like you had finally found Stiles missed DVDs.
“Oh, screw this” you were so bored, might as well try watching the trilogy again. What could happen in the worst case, anyway? You’d fall asleep again?
You sprinted down the stairs, straight into the kitchen and made yourself some popcorn, before going back up into your room.
2 Minutes later, you were lying on your bed, huddled up in your favourite blanket, as the movie began to play.


“…It wasn’t me. I swear I didn’t steal the millenium falcon Han…”
Stiles jolted awake in shock, when something hit his window.
His wide eyes traveled frantically through his room and searched for intruders, but as he heard another thud coming from his window, the dark-haired boy furrowed his brows in confusion. He pulled the piece of paper, that was stuck on his face, off and closed his eyes again as he burried his face in both of his hands.
“What the hell.” 
Suddenly, something on the nightstand on his right lit up.
The 17-year old teen narrowed his eyes at the bright screen of his mobile and tried to look for the time, when something different caught his eyes.
You had sent him 19 messages. 
Stiles opened the chat which, in the end, left him even more confused.
“You dick.”
“You fucking dick”
“She fucking dies.”
“I knew he turned evil because you spoiled me bUT THIS”
“I’m crying.”
“Why didn’t you tell me that it ends so sad?”
“He asked if she was okay. The first thing he asked after he got the stupid mask on was if she was freaking okay!!!”
“And she was not”
“You know who else isn’t okay, either?”
“Me, Stiles. I’m done.”
“Stiles, you killed your nerdy girlfriend. I hope you are proud.”
“Now I really want to see the next movie”
“Stiles wake up.”
“I know it’s 2:30 a.m. but Pleaaaaaase Waaaaake uuuuuuuuuuup”
“If I have to wait until tomorrow I might explode”
“Screw this, I’m coming over”
“I’m in front of the door.”
“STIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILES WAKE UP PLEASE”
“I’m freezing and I’m gonna keep throwing pebbles against your window until you wake up.”
Just as he was about to stand up from his bed, two new messages plopped up on his mobile screen.
“YOU ARE FINALLY AWAKE.”
”Open the door you must. Freezing to death your girlfiend is.”
A wide smile spread across Stiles’ face, as he finally understood what you were talking about.
He jumped up from the the bed and raced down the stairs.
Stiles opened the door and grinned down at you, but you gave him no chance to talk.
You grabbed his hand, closed the door behind you and pulled your boyfriend up the stairs.
Only when you guys reached his room, you let go of his hand and started looking for the movies instead.
In the meantime, Stiles threw all the books from his bed and made room for the both of you but being the sassy boyfriend that he was, he had to get at least this one thing out.
“I told you so!” but you had no time for this kind of speech. Even more so, if it came from Stiles.
You pushed the first DVD set against his chest and looked up into his hazelnut-brown eyes. On a different occasion you could have gotten lost in his eyes for hours but right now you really wanted to watch episode IV.
“I don’t give a damn, Stiles. Just tell me where you hide your other Star Wars DVDs and get us some more blankets.”
“So bossy! I like it.”
“You got me hooked up! This one is on you, Stilinski!”
Stiles couldn’t help but chuckle at your frown. “I’m just joking. You sit down and I’ll get the movies and the blankets.”
“Please hurry.”
Stiles caressed your cheeks with his hands and smiled down at you. “I will.”
You enjoyed the feeling of Stiles lips on your forehead, even if it was just for a few short seconds. 
After letting go of you, Stiles dissapeared in the hallway and came back with two big, fluffy blankets. 
Meanwhile, you had already found the DVD case on your own, starting the first movie on Stiles’ laptop.
“You really couldn’t wait, could you?”
“The ending of Episode III was brutal. So…no, I couldn’t.”
Stiles finally climbed under the sheets and held his arms open for you to cuddle into him, which you did immediately.
Stiles wrapped the blankets around you and adjusted the Laptop, that was placed on the blankets above his lap.
You leaned your head against Stiles shoulder and smiled at your boyfriend, as he placed his arms around you.
“Best day ever!” 
You looked up at Stiles’ whispered words. “What?”
“Firstly I got to see The Force Awakens with Scott, who really liked the movie by the way, and now, even though it’s in the middle the night, I get to see the original movies again, while cuddling with my girl. Best day ever.”
“Awww, I think I got myself my own sweet Anakin Skywalker…well, apart from the choking and turning to the dark side part. But you’re definitely just as handsome as him.”
Stiles grinned at your words until he realized what you had just said. “Wait a second? Just as?!”
“Pssst, Stiles! The movie started.”
Your boyfriend grumbled at your words and pulled you just a little bit closer, which you had no problem with. 
“I still love you” Stiles mumbled against your hair, as he gave you a loving kiss on your head.
“I know.”
“Did you just…”
“Yes.”

Perfect Christmas

Characters: Reader (Y/N), Castiel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Pairing: Cas x reader

Warnings: Angels does not sleep, being woken at the crack of dawn… not even dawn, grumpy reader, excited Cas (not sure if that is a warning or not)    

Wordcount: 2000ish

A/N: This is the first one shot for “Kari’s Fluffy Christmas” and it is also written for @bkwrm523’s 30 prompt’s challenge. I promised her I would write Cas and that it wouldn’t be angsty. This was about as fluffy as I could go without my teeth rotting away ;) Sorry no smut Sara. I will have to write you some Cas smut sometime in 2017.

The fic had to start with the Prompt which was: “I’m not obligated to be nice at three in the morning!” And let me tell you starting on dialogue is not easy dude!

Thanks to my amazing, sweet and sassy lil sis @mysupernaturalfics for betaing this for me. I love you boo <3

“I’m not obligated to be nice at three in the morning!” You hissed when Cas pointed your foul mood out to you.

You had been hunting all weekend and your Christmas had been ruined. You hadn’t had time to do any Christmas shopping for your angel or the Winchester brothers. The Bunker hadn’t been decorated the way you had wanted it too, nor had you had the option to make them the Christmas dinner you wanted.

You had wanted this year to be special. The Bunker was your home and Christmas was the perfect time to really make it feel that way. More importantly you had each other. You were a family and to you that was what Christmas was all about.

Your boyfriend weren’t human or even remotely ordinary, but you didn’t care about that. You didn’t care that your brothers weren’t your brothers by blood. The two Winchesters and the angel were your family and they were all you were ever going to need.   

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I planned to post this much much earlier but thanks to procrastination the translating was put off until now oops.

Seven Days Pamphlet
Yamada James Takeshi Interview (Please do not repost)

Q: Reading the original work
A:
My (first time) reading it was during the audition. I met the director, went through (the audition), and then I left the place. After that I was curious about the rest of the plot, so on the train back home I went to a rental site and read through the whole thing in one go. Such a thing as boys love exist, at first I was a little opposed to it but as love between two normal high school mates, I found it really interesting and was drawn in by it. Even if I weren’t involved in this production, as a viewer, I would like to watch this movie once it’s completed.

Q: What kind of person is Yuzuru?
A:
Although he is very straightforward, when the necessity arises he starts thinking, or perhaps I should say he has a relatively sensitive/delicate side. The more I think about it, he may be somebody whose weak points can be easily seen by others. There are quite a few traits that he have that are similar to mine. We act first without thinking of the consequences, we overthink…… That’s why I usually get dumped having this said to me, “after having dated you, you are completely different from who I thought you were.” I reply something similar to “but that’s me!” (laughs)

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mathes0n  asked:

//SWOONCES TF IN// how about fiddauthor for the ship thing

SWOOCEIN’ AROUND AT THE SPEED OF SOUND

  • How did they they meet?
    • they met in college and probably were roommates; if not they saw each other either in class being physics nerds or in the DDAMD club being RPG nerds either way it was love at first sight
  • Who developed romantic feelings first?
    • stanford definitely; whether or not he knew they were romantic is debatable but he latched onto fiddleford and would not let go
  • Who is their biggest “shipper?”
    • aside from one another, mabel is literally in love with their relationship; she makes them matching sweaters and draws pictures of them and cried the first time she saw them dancing
  • When did they have their first kiss and under what circumstances?
    • hoo boy; i mean everyone has their own personal headcanons but i think it was definitely in college and it was getting late and they were studying and they were alone and they just went for it it was great
  • Who confessed their feelings first?
    • hmmmm probably fiddleford?? idk theyre both rather bashful but it’s very hard for stanford to articulate feelings. it probably happened after they kissed for the first time and fiddleford said something like “it’s possible that i’m in love with you” and stanford just fainted on the spot
  • What was their first official date?
    • their first official date was in college; they had to be secret cuz of the rampant 70s homophobia but it was some cheesy drive-in horror flick and ford got excited about the monsters and fiddleford got excited about holding ford’s hand
  • How do they feel about double dates/group dates?
    • they prefer to go on dates in private because ford tends to be antisocial and especially for older fiddauthor fiddleford gets very nervous in big crowds but if it’s with someone they know (cough cough stan//chez WHEEZE) then they’re usually okay and even enjoy themselves!!
  • What do they do in their down time?
    • holy shit they’re the most domestic fuckers ever they just sit around and cuddle and hold hands and watch movies and kiss and build death robots and look into each other’s eyes and play board games and take naps and one of these things is not like the other but really they’re just happy to spend time with one another it’s their favorite thing so as long as they’re together they’re down for anything; plus they’re both old and traumatized so they like to take it easy
  • What was the first meeting of parents as an official couple like?
    • hoooo boy. i dunno if they ever did considering ford’s track record with family and we don’t even know if fiddleford has parents but if they ever met ma and filbrick it would not go well. while ma’s certainly not in support of the Gay Agenda, she’d be like “whatever he’s my boy i love him” but filbrick. would be. oh boy. it wouldn’t go over well. there would be lots of family tension and arguing and consolation afterwards
  • What was their first fight over and how did they get past it?
    • tbh they dont usually get into fight fights?? their fights were always over small things that usually passed really quickly. like if ford was being unobservant and fidds got fed up it was short-lived because ford always comes through and proves that he’s thoughtful and means well?? probably their first real fight was over a certain three-sided polygon. they didn’t really get past it till thirty years later. but they did because ford was so tough and was able to stand up to his abuser liste n  f ord is so  s t ro ng
  • Which one is more easily made jealous?
    • ford holy shit he’s extremely possessive but it’s mostly because he’s got this lingering paranoia that fiddleford’s going to leave so he gets very defensive and protective of fiddleford. (that raccoon wife is a menace). thats not to say fidds isn’t jealous; did yall see that salty side-glare in the last mabelcorn holy shit
  • What is their favourite thing to get to eat?
    • they both are really used to shitty food and fake meals after being basically homeless for thirty years (one of many things they have in common) but they both find the old 80s cans of beans they have in the bunker to be very comforting if they’re having a hard day. other than that they like the finer and fancier foods like skim milk and seedless watermelon
  • Who’s the cuddly one? What their favourite cuddling position?
    • THEY’RE BOTH REALLY FUCKING CUDDLY…. yuo have no idea how many times fiddleford has just passed out in ford’s arms. they can be in pretty much any position; as long as ford can wrap his arms around fiddleford they’re all set
  • Are they hand holders?
    • absolutely oh my god fiddleford just adores physical contact so hand-holding is ideal
  • How long do they wait before sleeping together for the first time? What’s the circumstances?
    • stanford’s ace so he really really didn’t want to share a bed but backupsmore’s mostly bug-free dorms turned out to not include bed-bugs in the mostly so they had to share a sleeping bag till they could get a new mattress. nothing happened and neither wanted anything to happen they just sort of sat awkwardly in the sleeping bags and casually tried to avoid passionately making out
  • Who tops?
    • as per tradition, stanford gets the top bunk. it fills him with a nostalgic feeling
    • that’s what you meant right
    • stanford’s ace
  • What’s the worst first they’ve ever gotten into?
    • the worst what
  • Who does the shopping and the cooking?
    • fiddleford mostly cooks; stanford likes cooking but he’s really bad at it and is constantly having to ask for fiddleford’s help to crack eggs and sauté vegetables and put out kitchen fires
    • as for shopping, neither is really fond of going out in the big crowds so they go together. ford likes the routine of checking items off of a list and fiddleford likes seeing all the fancy packages
  • Which one is more organized and prone to tidiness?
    • ford definitely; fiddleford is a lovable hillbilly mess
    • ford’s a mess too though just less in terms of tidiness
  • Who proposes?
    • fiddleford after a particularly bad panic attack from ford in which he admits to always being scared of fiddleford leaving. it’s his way of saying he’ll never leave again. he gives him twelve different rings
  • Do they have joined Bachelor/Bacheloette parties or separate?
    • fiddleford technically already had his way back when and stanford’s like “a what”
  • Who is the best man/maid of honour? Any other groomsmen or bridesmaids?
    • ohhhh man im getting emotional over this you have no idea. okay okay so ford’s best man is stanley of course; he considered dipper but he knew how important the position would be to stanley. dipper’s another groomsman and the ring bearer and takes it as like the most important responsibility he’s had ever. the shapeshifter is also a groomsman. mabel’s the flower girl and maid of honor (no one mentions that there isn’t a bride). fiddleford asks tate to be his best man as a way of asking if it’s okay for him to get married again and tate (who has become a Less Shitty Person™) happily obliges. the raccoon is also there in a tiny coon tux
  • Big Ceremony or Small?
    • it’s a small outdoor ceremony and everyone cries at least once. it’s pretty much just family and the zodiac (somehow, it’s become tradition to invite everyone from the zodiac whatever big events you have planned).
  • Do they have a honeymoon? If so, where?  
    • they do have a honeymoon!! stanford takes fiddleford to the gravity falls lake and they stay on the boat for a week.
    • they’re both old and ford goes traveling enough already (though it’s not super frequent. it’s like once a year). they just want to settle down and enjoy each other and help each other out.
  • Do they have children? How many?
    • two kids: tate and the shapeshifter. it’s fantastic
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Allow me to set a scene for you. Fifteen years ago, a young boy named Gary was told his favourite superhero team was to be made into a film. Young Gary was extremely excited as he was only seven years old and didn’t have a good grasp on what disappointment was yet, as he was a simple child with simple hobbies and a happy disposition. Although to this day he retained his merry disposition, he got a hard lesson in what it truly means to be disappointed. Now Gary has been disappointed since by films, comics, people and his own sexual performances, but X-Men films remain a constant and embittering blight on his otherwise fine and okay life.

For fifteen years these films have been churned out with each being more disappointing than the last, only Days Of Future Past being a slight exception (as they managed to include Warpath, Blink and Sunspot). Make no mistake though - it was still shit. My main problem with the films is that they don’t portray any of the characters as they should be. They take great characters and manage to suck the life out of them which is annoying to me as a person who is attached to these characters. The characters are either given stock romantic drama gimmicks or they’re given no personality and used as fodder for the fight scenes.

The best example of my gripes with character portrayal is Iceman. Bobby Drake is the dude. He’s the kind of superhero kids look at and think “Wow he’s cool and has cool powers.” Kids love ice powers; I’ve no idea why but at the time I loved it and my friends loved it. Bobby was also your talkative, cocky young upstart that kids could get behind. But when they put him in a film, he’s this shy fart who tries to put his little Iceman inside whichever female student is most important to the current plot of the film. Now it’s fine to have romance in films I mean its usually a staple to most film structures when done right but he had the personality of cardboard. I couldn’t get behind film universe Bobby Drake; he wasn’t kicking anyone’s arse and he wasn’t likeable at all. I felt odd watching it for the first time as this isn’t how things were meant to be.

Now I’m aware things cant always be like they are in the comics to every detail but they have consistently used and altered characters in ways that make no sense. Anna Paquin’s Rogue was willing to give up on everything at one point I believe she did so at the end of the third film? I cant fully remember and I don’t want to. That made no sense. They made Storm absolutely feeble and really billed her so that she was only useful when using her powers which is complete shit. The whole Nightcrawler self-harm angle was in extremely bad taste and made no sense (and neither did his dodgy trench coat by the way). Warren and Beast weren’t in the original line up. Havok was born decades before his older brother Cyclops somehow. It’s a big mess all around.

For every excellent casting decision - Patrick Stewart, Michael Fassbender, Sir Ian McKellen, etc - there are four equally terrible ones holding back the films, especially the female heroes. The X-Men are known for having excellent female characters who are proven and have depth but this is downplayed so much in these films. There’s none of Rogue’s will to persevere, there’s no impeccable and confident leadership from Storm and Kitty Pryde is a plot device with nothing much more to add. They give her time machine powers in Days Of Future Past like holy shit, just stamp “STORY PROGRESSION UNIT” to that poor girl’s forehead. At least call it as you play it, jeez.

To accentuate just how bad these films are here is a list of things that you might remember but don’t want to talk about:

  • Deadpool.
  • Cockney Vinnie Jones as The Juggernaut (bitch).
  • Warpath, Sunspot and Blink being introduced as cannon fodder.
  • Havok shooting red energy.
  • Darwin’s death.
  • The Wolverine movies.
  • Deadpool.
  • Nightcrawler’s non-appearance in X-Men: The Last Stand only being explained in the movie tie-in game.
  • Deadpool.
  • The Morlocks apparently recruiting Psylocke.
  • They left Quicksilver at home despite the fact he could have prevented a lot of the shit that happened in Days Of Future Past.
  • Gambit
  • Deadpool
  • I don’t even care for Deadpool that much, but fucking hell it was horrendous.

Obviously no comic book film ever going to be perfect. I truly believe there will never be a good Spider-Man film because Peter Parker is above anything that can be portrayed by a single person in a single film. Regardless, X-Men should have been a great franchise with inspiring characters for generations to come as their comic counterparts have shown. Unfortunately, this has not been the case in my opinion and every time they announce a new film I groan loudly and get mildly mad about it for an hour or two.

When making such films with beloved source material, you can make changes in adaptions, as long as they are for the better. Even if they are not you could at least aim to get more hits than misses with your movie. For example: Guardians Of The Galaxy. Two glaring errors in that film included the killing of Ronan and starting Groot from the point where he could only say select phrases. This is because Ronan is a cool guy who saves the universe sometimes and Groot could talk once and when he could he was an insufferable dickhead. That dynamic would have been hilarious in my opinion. Despite these facts Guardians Of The Galaxy was great in so many other areas that it didn’t matter. It was fine that they made these changes because the film was good.

In conclusion I’d just like to see my favourite Marvel team get a film that makes them look good for a change. I want this unfortunate streak of terrible films to be broken in my lifetime. A franchise reboot maybe? But I mean a full reboot and maybe a full recast. First Class was piss and I know people always like to say “First Class wasn’t bad”, but it was by no means good either. It was warm water. Why the banana fuckboat would Azazel ever take orders from Sebastian Shaw? I’m getting mad just thinking about it so now I’m going to end this article…

…Deadpool.

anonymous asked:

Iwaoi

Send me a Ship and I’ll Break Them DOWN (warning: i went way overboard with this lol)

  • How did they they meet?

I LIVE FOR IWAOI BEING CHILDHOOD FRIENDS

  • Who developed romantic feelings first?

Oikawa! Or at least, he realized it first – after that time in middle school Iwaizumi stopped him from punching Kageyama.

  • Who is their biggest “shipper?”

Hanamaki and Matsukawa. Fucking. CALLED. IT. Since. Their. First. Year.

But of course, the whole Seijoh team totally ships it, too – it’s just Matsuhana are the captain of the ship xD

  • When did they have their first kiss and under what circumstances?

Right after Oikawa finally confessed to Iwa-chan in the university’s dorm room – “So, Hajime, what do you say about becoming boyfriends?” – Iwaizumi covered Oikawa’s lips with his own, pressing desperate kisses everywhere, mouth ghosting across Oikawa’s pale skin, murmuring his answer, over and over again,“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes

  • Who confessed their feelings first?

So here you get the run-down of how the confession happened xD This is like a prequel to the previous answer.

This is part of the childhood friend universe and also kinda post-canon hq!! where they both go to different universities. Oikawa was the one who confessed to Iwaizumi when they were in their second year of university. After separating after high school, they found that their long-distance friendship is quickly falling apart. Both of them still think their love is unrequited, and it became painful for both, so after a while they just lost contact. 

After one year, Iwaizumi showed up at one of Oikawa’s games, and sparks were reignited. After a very angsty journey, it ended up with a teary, angry drunk Oikawa showing up at Iwaizumi’s dorm at midnight and confessing his eternal love ¯\_()_/¯

  • What was their first official date?

They went to watch the newest Star Wars movie???? They were both very happy at the end of the date, though :D

  • How do they feel about double dates/group dates?

Surprisingly, despite what you’d think, Oikawa isn’t really big on group dates??? Oikawa loves bragging about his boyfriend in front of other people, but he’s actually really private on the personal details of their lives, so neither of them likes to do group dates much. The only exception to that is Hanamaki and Matsukawa.

  • What do they do in their down time?

Netflix and chill nah when they have the time, they both enjoy babysitting and teaching Takeru and his friends how to play volleyball

  • What was the first meeting of parents as an official couple like?

“Ah, Tooru-kun – you’re already like a second son to me – of course you have my blessings. Please take care of our hopeless Hajime. I’ll be placing him in your care.”

“Mom, I wouldn’t even trust that trash to take care of a goldfish.”

“Hajime, be nice and stop picking on Tooru-kun!”

  • What was their first fight over and how did they get past it?

“Aliens are real!”

“No, they’re not!”

“Then neither is Godzilla!”

“You – you take that back, right now!”

I mean they were four when this happened so their moms probably made them make up?? idk.

  • Which one is more easily made jealous?

Oikawa is more apparent and expressive about it, draping himself across Iwaizumi’s back and smiling threatening smiles to ward off unwanted advances on his precious Iwa-chan. He can be petty, so it looks to outsiders as if he is obviously the more jealous one of the two. 

However, Iwaizumi actually has his possessive side as well, perhaps just as much as Oikawa, and while he’s not so bothered by the constant flock of girls, guys hitting on Oikawa are a different matter. Whenever that happens, Oikawa finds himself with a lot of hickeys the next day :D

  • What is their favourite thing to get to eat?

Milkbread at a bakery downtown – actually the bakery was just Oikawa’s favorite but he kept on dragging Hajime there until it became both of their favorite place to eat. Oikawa always get milkbread, which Iwaizumi has learned to tolerate (they do taste good but he’ll never admit that to Oikawa), but Iwaizumi orders relatively different breads each time

  • Who’s the cuddly one? What their favourite cuddling position?

Oikawa loves being cuddled and pampered, and Iwa-chan doesn’t admit it, but he loves being the bigger spoon and nuzzling into Oikawa’s soft, fluffy hair

  • Are they hand holders?

Yes, Oikawa is naturally affectionate, but Iwaizumi loves holding his hands to show Oikawa his love. Oikawa can be insecure at time, so it’s Iwa-chan’s way of telling him silently ‘idiot, i love you and i’m never going to leave you’

  • How long do they wait before sleeping together for the first time? What’s the circumstances?

Going with the childhood friends universe, I’d say they didn’t wait that long after they started dating, since they took such a long time to actually get together (like, try, eight years).They’ve both waited long enough (probably lol), and they’re sure, so it just happened. And when they did it, it was the most natural thing ever, like finally finding that missing piece of the puzzle. It wasn’t awkward, it was loving, it was bliss – and it took a while, but at last, they’re home.

  • Who tops?

They switch depending on their moods that day ~ there’s some pretty kinky shit going on too

  • What’s the worst first they’ve ever gotten into?

“Oikawa…this – this needs to stop. Us – we’re not – shit – we’re not good for each other. This isn’t healthy, for either of us.”

“…Iwa-chan?”

“Look at you, idiot! You look like shit. We’re – shit, I don’t know – we’re like codependent or shit – and I don’t know what to do. You can’t revolve your life around one person, Oikawa. Can’t you see we’re destroying each other?”  

“….Iwa-chan, you’re not… leaving, are you? Iwa-chan, Hajime – Hajime, please  don’t  I’ll don anything   “     

  • Who does the shopping and the cooking?

They both do, but sometimes they take turns and sometimes they go together

  • Which one is more organized and prone to tidiness?

Oikawa, but not because Iwa-chan is messy. Iwaizumi is fairly neat and orderly, but Okawa lowkey has OCD and takes it to a whole new level - this man fucking organizes all his damn trophies and medals chronologically and then by type (gold, silver, etc)

BOI

  • Who proposes?

Iwa-chan does! I’d imagine it was after a hard-won game (maybe the Olympics?) and looking at Oikawa’s face after an intense match, Iwaizumi just fell in love all over again and proposed!

  • Do they have joined Bachelor/Bacheloette parties or separate?

They didn’t want to have one :o 

  • Who is the best man/maid of honour? Any other groomsmen or bridesmaids?

Obviously, Matsuhana are the best men for them. Iwaizumi made Kyoutani one of the groomsmen lol.

BONUS: Somehow Yahaba is part of the wedding as their wedding planner like he is a legit professional wedding planner and Watari administrated the vows i kid u not

  • Big Ceremony or Small?

Medium, I think. They invited some university friends and teammates, their families, the old Seijoh team, and, after some debate, Karasuno. Only people they really know or have known for a long time.

BONUS: Oikawa also may or may not have tried to ban Kageyama from attending the wedding on like the day of the wedding. Also Iwaizumi had to send out a last-minute invitation to Ushijima, who became Oikawa’s uni teammate, the week before because Oikawa ‘accidentally’ forgot to send the invitation to him out of everyone on their guest list-“haha Iwa-chan what a coincidence right”

  • Do they have a honeymoon? If so, where?  

They didn’t exactly went on a honeymoon, but they did take a vacation back to Miyagi to revisit family and friends

  • Do they have children? How many?

A son named Kageyama Tobio and son-in-law named Hinata Shouyou.