what happens in boston


First the “Bowling Green Massacre” and now Atlanta: Sean Spicer continues Kellyanne Conway’s campaign of lies with a SECOND made-up terrorist attack

In one instance, Spicer was asked by The New York Times’ reporter Jeremy Peters whether President Trump signed the travel and immigration ban because there was an imminent terror threat on U.S. soil. “Too many of these cases that have happened, whether you’re talking about San Bernardino, Atlanta, they’ve happened, Boston,” Spicer answered. “Jeremy, what — do you wait until you do? The answer is we act now to protect the future.”


thealextheshipper  asked:

Prompt: post civil war Tony and Rhodey attempting to get custody of a child. The CPS person they're talking to is a Cap fan.

It’s uh. not what you asked for, but this is what came out. but hey, kid!fic

also Civil War has been? somewhat resolved? really idk I just,,,can’t with civil war anymore. 

Riri laughed at something Rhodey had said, Tony couldn’t help but lean down and brush a kiss on her forehead. 

After two years of paperwork and vetting, six months after the so-called ‘Civil War’ took place where they had to decide if Rhodey would recover enough, a year of meetings and day trips and staying for a night or two at a time, they finally had their baby girl. Their seven year old was finally home. 

Well, close enough. They were currently sitting in an IHOP near the Tower, because Rhodey had insisted they did something to celebrate Riri moving in, and a helicopter ride was too obnoxious, apparently. If Tony was being honest with himself, which he wasn’t, Rhodey had a point. Tony still held the belief that Riri deserved the best. 

Tony met Rhodey’s eye from across the table to find his husband smiling gently at him, looking as in awe of their daughter as Tony was. Tony grinned back. 

“Well, Ms Riri, I suppose we’ll have to introduce you to your cousin Lila soon,” Rhodey said. “And you can meet Peter, who is going to be your babysitter.” 

“Stop pawning off my intern as our babysitter, that’s not what I’m paying him for.” 

“It’s what I’m paying him for.” Grinning cheekily, Rhodey winked at Riri who giggled again. 

“We share a bank account, why am I paying him twice?” Tony fake-groaned. 

“Oh, I don’t pay him in money. I pay him in secrets. He’s especially interested in the old MIT days.” 

Tony gasped over-dramatically, seeing the little girl try to hide her laughter, and played it up. “Betrayal! What happened to ‘What happens in Boston, stays in Boston?’” 

“I’m not ashamed of anything that happened during MIT. It was the years after that scare me.” 

They continued along that vein for a little while longer, and Tony basked in the sound of his family’s happiness. Distracted as he was, he failed to notice the stare of the heavyset man sat a few tables away, standing up at the same time as Tony excused himself to go to the toilet.

As he stood, washing his hands, he groaned in annoyance as he saw someone approached him in the mirror. 

“If you wanted an autograph, you’re out of luck my friend.” 

“As if, Stark.” Ah, one of those. Joy. 

“Look, can this wait? I’m kind of busy right now-” 

“What right do you have to be happy, Stark? After all you’ve done?” Tony sighed, digging his nails into the palm of his hand. “After all the people you killed-” 

“I’m going to stop you right there, buddy. I’ve heard this spiel before, not interested in a repeat performance.” 

“You betrayed America!” 

Even better, it was a so-called Steve Supporter, the only people that ever brought up Tony apparently betraying the states. So-called, because they never seemed to actually support Rogers and his beliefs. Despite their differences, Steve was actually the staunchest supporter of Tony and Rhodey’s desperation for a child - he’d almost been as gutted as they were when IVF was ruled out because of Extremis. 

“I was, funnily enough on the side of the law, so technically, I did not betray America.” 

“Because of you, we don’t even have a Cap anymore,” the man’s lip curled up, and Tony was out. Sam was definitely Cap, no matter what douchebags said. 

Rolling his eyes, he shoved past the man. “Rogers made his own decision to retire, buddy. That’s not on me.” 

Exiting the bathroom, he made eye contact with Rhodey who looked concernedly at him. Tony simply shook his head, sliding back into his seat, and smiling at Riri. 

“Right then, what are we gonna do today, then?” 

What Happens Now.

Pairing: Professor!Steve Rogers x Aus Reader.
Warnings: Language.

A/N: I hope you enjoy this new chapter of my Professor Rogers AU Series.
Previous chapters can be found here.
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What do Shitty's law friends call him?

Like, I can’t imagine him going by his first name just because he’s a Real Adult Law Student now, because he obviously hates it, but at the same time I can’t imagine him convincing his friends there to call him “Shitty.” Do they just call him Knight? Do they even know that he usually goes by Shitty? What happens when smh comes to visit him in Boston? Are his friends there freaked out by these huge hockey players launching themselves yelling “SHITTY!!!” because I feel like in that situation I would be a little freaked out.

I dunno y'all I have a lot of Feelings about this. I need a fic about this. Or with this as a scene. Maybe I’ll write it, who knows.


Just spent a moment to look back on what happened from Boston to the end of last season. This MAD is such of beauty of its own!

This time too, rest well and then spread your wings again Hanyu :3

willowowemation  asked:

2 men, 1 midget~ what will happen? (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)(͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)(͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)(͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)(͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)(͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Boston: I didn`t sign up for this, BORIS You not gonna let him get away with this right?

Boris: Haha, Welcome to my world Boston.

Marini: Thank you Katy Perry Dark Horse song that inspire me to draw Bendy as drag queen cleopatra XDD

Alone, Until I Get Home (15/?)

Summary: In Boston, Henry Swan’s six-year-old brother Ian finds a book titled “Once Upon a Time” hidden beneath the seat in their mom’s old yellow bug. As soon as Henry touches it, he remembers.

Season 3 Canon Divergence-Emma finds out she’s pregnant a few weeks after she and Henry leave Storybrooke with new memories and new lives. Nearly seven years later, another Dark Curse puts her family in danger, and Emma must return to Storybrooke to help them.

Who’s powerful enough to cast the Dark Curse? And how the hell is she going to tell Hook they have a son together?

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Tagging: @elkelpo@m98h@strawberrycupcakeprincess@crisanja@superchocovian @adeelam@andiirivera@cinnamonduckling@mez86​ @tiganasummertree

Chapter 15

At the Charmings’ suggestion, and with Emma’s encouragement, Killian takes the boys out—both to afford Emma an opportunity to rest, and to provide Henry and Ian with a distraction. The early evening air is cool, and, for the first time since he watched Emma disappear behind a curtain of falling rocks, Killian feels like he can breathe again.

Emma’s bruised and weary but otherwise uninjured, and she’s not shutting him out anymore—she still hasn’t told him what’s been bothering her, but she will, and that’s enough to lift the crushing weight from his shoulders.

Killian retrieves a few items from his rooms at the inn and stuffs them into a satchel, then, after a brief dinner at Granny’s, during which Henry and Ian debate the pros and cons of something called ‘ketchup’ versus something else called 'barbecue sauce’, the three of them head to the docks.

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The Light Behind Your Eyes (Pt.6 - FINALE)

Originally posted by whatwasdead

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female/enhanced!Reader - Avengers x female/enhanced!Reader 

Summary: When the doctor evaluating you decides to test your powers, things get out of hand. But will your evaluation alone be enough for you to be able to stay at the compound?

Warnings: angst - language - some fluff

Word Count: 2.7K

A/N: This is it, the last part! I’ve never written a series this long before, so I really hope this ending does it justice. Feel free to drop some requests in my ask! Thanks so much for reading! Also, Happy Book Lover’s Day!! I’ll be posting another fic later tonight to celebrate all you readers!

Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four // Part Five

Reader P.O.V.

“So, tell me, Y/N,” the doctor pushes his laptop aside, folding his hands on the table in front of him. “How are you feeling?”

“Tired,” you hoarsely mumble. Banner types something into the laptop.

“Just tired?” The doctor probes further. You reply with a stern nod. “You don’t feel angry, or sad?” You clench your jaw and shake your head. Banner gives him a quick glance out of the corner of his eye. “Alright,” the doctor shrugs. “I need to ask you a few questions about what happened in Boston.”

Your hands start to tremble, so you pull them down to your lab, clutching the bottom of your hoodie. “What do you want to know?” Your voice is low.

“Tell me, Y/N…Did you have any control over your body during the attack?”

“No,” you shake your head. “It was like being stuck inside a cell, watching the world fly by outside a window. The more I tried to fight it, the more the other energy would invade my mind.”

“Interesting,” the doctor mumbled. He pulls out a folder from his brief case. “So from what you’re telling me, this organization essentially mutilated your mind, mimicking the same methods they used on Sergeant Barnes, the infamous Winter Soldier?”

“His name is Bucky,” you mutter under your breath. “And, yes, th-they did.” Banner feverishly punches things into the keyboard.

“Your previous files mention nothing about the power you exhibited in Boston. Were they something that was brought onto during your captivity?”


“I see,” the doctor hums. “You know, Miss Y/N, I cannot help you if you do not talk to me.”

“I don’t need your help.”

“You may think that,” he leans across the table. “But you do want to return back to your team - back to your home - yes?”

You stare at him for a moment before casting your gaze downwards, absorbing his words. You nod.

“Good. Now,” he pulls out a piece of paper from a folder, sliding a pair of reading glasses onto his slim nose, “do you have any idea how much power you actually possess?”

“More than I’d like to,” you mutter through a clenched jaw.

“I think we’re going to need to test the extent of these new powers,” the doctor sighs as he begins to pack away his papers and folders. “Doctor Banner,” he turns to Bruce, who is still hunched over his laptop, meticulously taking notes, “We’re going to need to bring her down to the main training room for observation.” He stands, grabbing his things and turning to head out the room. The two guards from earlier come back into the room. One of them grabs something off their belt.

“Stand up,” they order. You look at Banner. He’s glancing between you and the guards, a look of worry hanging over his features.

“Banner, I -”

Now,” the guard impatiently states. You slowly push back from the table, your fingertips linger on its smooth surface. “Hands behind your back.”

A muscle in your jaw twitches as hopelessness and dread flush through your body. It feels like you’re glued to your spot, and you can’t drag your arms to bring them behind your back. The guard walks up to you, grabbing both your wrists and twisting them behind you. They clamp some sort of restraint on you arms, yanking your body to head back down the corridor to what feels like your inevitable doom.

The main training room hasn’t changed since you’ve been gone, besides the fact that most of the equipment had been moved out of the room, more than likely as a safety precaution for what the doctor had in mind for you. A few large glass panes create a protective barrier between the training and observation rooms. You stand on the opposite side of the room in the middle of the large, open floor, and can see most of the team and the doctor sitting behind the glass, watching your unmoving figure.

Alright, Miss Y/N,” the doctor’s voice boomed out over the speaker system. “We are going to see just what you can do.”

“What exactly do you want me to-”

Мощность.” You freeze.

“N-No,” a whimper escapes your dry lips.


Stop it,” your hands begin to tremble as you feel the energy swelling beneath your skin, pooling in your fingertips.


Please,” you beg, a few wisps of energy tricking from your palms. You clench your hands into tights fists, your fingernails biting into your clammy palms. Bucky stands from his chair and tries to walk over to the doctor, but Steve jumps from his seat, blocking his path.


I said STOP!” You scream, instinctively shooting up your hands towards the room, sending a powerful, roaring burst of energy in its direction.


Your vision instantly goes black, and you feel your conscience slip away, being torn apart but the foreign energy inside of you.

Bucky’s P.O.V.

The rage inside me was nearly uncontrollable as I had to sit and watch the doctor put Y/N through this shit. As soon as he uttered the last word, the dark energy evading our view dispersed into the air. Y/N stands in the same spot as she started in, but her head was pointed downwards. Her arms are loose at her sides, her stance wide and strong.

“Ангел?” My blood runs cold as the doctor mutters the name.

She slowly raises her head, her black, mysterious eyes intensely focusing on the doctor. Her gaze shifted from the doctor to me as a slow, wicked smirk crept up her face. A shiver snakes down my spine.

Cолдат,” her tainted voice whispers through my mind. Soldier.

If it wasn’t for Steve standing between me and the doctor, I would’ve snapped his neck already. I suddenly feel faint and plop back down into my chair, cradling my head in my hands.

“What were your previous orders?” A light sheen of sweat shines on the doctor’s forehead. He has no fucking clue what he’s just done.

To detain the Winter Soldier and kill the Avengers.” Her voice is low, pierced with a dangerous edge as it floats through the intercom system of the room.

“Why was the order given to you?” The doctor’s voice slightly shakes at the end.

The Soldier has a special connection with Y/N that makes him more vulnerable, and the organization needs him back.”

I drag my head up, my eyes locking on her in horror. A large, heavy pit drops into my stomach. This is…This is all because of me.

Standing slowly, I turn and sneak out of the room, brushing past Banner and silently grabbing one of the darts, then take the stairs three at a time down to the main level where Y/N is being contained. I pull on the main door, but it’s locked. In a wave of urgency and desperation, I grab the lock with my metal hand and rip it out of the door, sending pieces of metal clattering around my feet. When I step into the room, Y/N is still in the same spot, but her head immediately snaps to my sudden presence.

“Y/N,” I say calmly through a stiff jaw. “You don’t need to do this.” I take a few more cautious steps towards her, not moving too fast. A large, evil smile pulls her lips upwards, almost forming a snarl. She raises a hand and cast out a whipping rope of energy, hitting me hard, square in the chest, sending me flying into the wall behind me. A sore ache pulls at my chest as I try to sit up, but she’s suddenly standing in front of me, laughing like she just watched one of the funniest, most hilarious events unfold before her. She uses both hands and clutches my collar, pulling me up from the floor.

“You’re too late, Barnes. Y/N’s gone,” she whispers close to my face. The air around us shifts, suddenly becoming more electric and wild. “And soon, you’ll be gone, too.”

A tight, strangling feeling wraps around my neck again as she lifts me up into to air, my feet hovering above the solid ground. In the blink of an eye, she sends my shooting across the other end of the room, something between an animalistic growl and a strangled choke rips from my throat as my body crashes into the wall, small chunks of cement and dust billowing around me.

“B-Banner,” I manage through the haze of pain blinding my senses. “Hit…Hit her with the darts.” My breath comes in staggered, painful chokes.

I-I only have one, I had two but -


A whizz slits through the air, and before Y/N can turn around to stop the dart, it sinks into the back of her shoulder. She yelps, stumbling over her feet, landing on her knees. Reaching over her shoulder, she takes hold of the dart and yanks it out of her muscles, gently swaying as the contents pulse through her body.

Bucky, get out of there!” Steve’s voice rings out over the drumming in my ears.

I pull myself up from the floor, doing the best I can to ignore the throbbing pains on the right side of my body.

“I don’t want to fight you,” I mutter as I take a single step closer to where Y/N was still kneeling on the ground, her head tucked to her chest as she keeps her body upright by putting her arms on her knees for support. “And I know you don’t want to fight me.” Another step. “But if that’s what you need to do…” Two more steps. She’s only a foot away now. “Then throw the first punch.”

I watch her back rise and fall as she breathes hard, clutching to the fabric on her knees. Like a strike of lightning, she bolts up, jumping to her feet, and throwing a punch towards my face. I block it easily but have a hard time warding off the kick she sends into my ribs. We go on like this, her throwing well-planned, quick, and effective punches, jabs, and kicks while I do my best to block her attempts without hurting her. As I go to black another kick, she sends a sharp jab straight to my jaw. It feels like pins and needles erupt in the spot where her fist connected with my face. They must have trained the living shit out of her.

Steve’s voice shouting over the intercom is muffled by the constant thumping of my heartbeat in my ears. I feel the back of my heel hit a wall, and quickly squat down as Y/N sends a fist flying past my ears, crashing into the wall behind me. I use this as leverage to use a leg and sweep at her legs. It catches her by surprise and sends her tumbling onto her back. I quickly jump onto her, pinning her beneath my weight. It takes a lot of my strength to keep her under me as she tries to struggle her way out. After a few seconds, she stops and just stares at me, her endless, pitch dark eyes boring into my mind.

Желание,” her quiet voice slithers into my thoughts. Longing.

“No,” I hiss through my teeth, tightening my grip on her shoulders, pushing her harder against the floor.

Ржaвый,” she smiles.

No,” I groan in frustration. I quickly reach for the dart in the waistband of my pants. I’m sorry.

The dart sinks into her thigh. She gasps loudly as her eyes widen in shock. The black begins to recede, returning her eyes back to their natural color. I roll off of her, laying on my back as we both seem to try and catch our breath. As my heart rate slows, I can hear multiple sets of feet storm into the room. I turn my head and see the rest of the team standing near the entrance.

“O-Ow, fuck…,” she groans in pain next to me. “What the…shit, not again.” She pushes herself up on her elbows, eyeing the dart protruding from the side of her thigh. “B-Bucky?” She blinks at me.

“Hey, doll,” I manage through the blossoming pain in my body.

“D-Did I hurt you?” A soft whimper tumbles from her lips.

“Not too bad,” I sarcastically groan as I force myself into a sitting position, wincing as a sharp sting shoots through my ribs. “Just a few scratches, nothing too bad.”

“That was fascinating,” Dr. Hyde pushes through into the room. “I have never -”

“Doctor,” Tony interrupted, turning around and putting a hand on his shoulder. “Can we step outside for a moment?” He pushes the doctor out into the hallway, sending me a quick glance and a nod.

“Can…Can I come back?” Y/N asks beside me. I look at her. Fear and uncertainty shine in her eyes, her brows are knit together in confusion.

“You sure can, kid,” Tony smiles as he saunters back into the room, his hands in his pockets. “There are a few, uh, minor details we need to sort out, like how to keep your new abilities under control, but otherwise, you’re absolutely free to stay.”

“A-Are you serious?” She stands up and I mimic her action. “I can come back home?” Tears begin to well in the corner of her eyes as she brings her hands to her mouth, hiding her quivering smile. Steve is the first one to hesitantly walk over to her, lightly patting her shoulder. A tear slides down her cheek as she looks up at him and wraps her arms around his neck.

“Welcome back, kiddo,” he mumbles against her ear. She pulls back and giggles, wiping at her face. She turns to me, and I hold out my arms. She races into them, the impact making me wince a little. I can feel a quiet sob shake her body, some of her tears soaking into the thin fabric of my shirt.

“I missed you, doll,” I whisper near her ear, tucking my head into the crook of her neck. I feel another set of arms wrap around us.

“We all missed you,” Tony’s voice is muffled by my shoulder. Even more arms wrap around us, until the whole team is just surrounding her, really showing how much we missed her, and how much we love her. After a few minutes, we peel away from each other, most of us crying in relief at the thought that Y/N is finally back home, and safe. As the other members file out of the room, laughing about something Tony had said while they headed back to one of the other main rooms for dinner.

“H-Hey,” I gently grab her elbow before she can leave the room. “I just want to say that I-I’m so sorry for everything that happened to you. I tried to do everything I could possibly do to save you, but I -”

She lightly presses her lips against mine before I could even finish my sentence. As the shock subsides, I lean into her touch, my heart thumping hard and fluttering in my chest. She slowly pulls away.

“I know you did,” she whispers. “I could feel it in your mind.”

“Of course you did,” I chuckle. I arch an eyebrow, throwing her a questioning look. “So, is that ability going to be permanent? Like, is it just an open connection or…how the hell does this work?”

“As far as I know,” she giggles. “That’s how I knew to kiss you. You were practically screaming for it.”

“What else did you hear?” A playful smirk tugs at my lips.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” She winks, the light behind her eyes fully illuminating in happiness as she turns to saunter out of the room. I start to chase after her, and as soon as she hears me coming, she bolts out the door and towards the staircase, giggling like a child.

“Not fair! You got a head start!” I call after her as I watch her bound up the stairs three at a time.

“You’ll never catch me!” She darts through another doorway.

I laugh to myself as I pick up my pace. God, I’ve missed her.

I missed you more,” her delicate voice trickles into my head. “Oh, and good luck finding me.

Ангел - angel

Мощность - power

Легкий - easy

Глаза - eyes

Капитан - captain

Чистить - clean

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22/119. Reminding him he can't save everyone and Asking Dean about various scars.

A/N: These two prompts kind of meshed together. It wasn’t what I intended but it works so I’m going with it. I hope you guys enjoy it nonetheless!

Word count: 690


“And this one?” she murmurs, tracing the welt of skin over his left hip, just over the soft V of his abdomen.

His eyes flutter closed as she touches his over sensitized skin, biting his lip slightly.

He exhales weakly and his eyes slip open, finding hers looking up at his already.

“Werewolf in Miami,” he answers quietly, watching her move her fingertips over the jagged scar with reverence.

Her fingers move upwards, gliding along his taut flesh to a slash just under his left pectoral.

“This one?” she lays her head on his chest, watching his skin as it rose and fell with his breaths.

“Arachne in Maine,” he murmurs, sliding his hand up her bare back gently. She shivers and tucks into him, sliding her hand up over his shoulder and down his arm. She stops at his bicep, fingers trailing over a number of scars.

“And here?” she asks, her lips just grazing his chest.

“You name it, princess,” he sighs, looking to the ceiling. “Demons, dragons, fairies. Just about everything.”

She nods slightly, sensing his change in attitude in the air. She drops her hand to his wrist and interlocks her fingers through his, turning her head so that she can look up at him.

“What’s on your mind, Dean?” she asks, tracing his jaw with her free hand.

His eyes flutter closed, and he exhales deeply.

“I’ve seen a lot of shit, Sweetheart,” he whispers, slowly opening his eyes and lifting his head to look at her. “You asking about all of this brings back a lot of memories.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” she whispers in return, dropping her hand as she looked away from the expression on his face.

“No, its not a problem,” he lifts her hand and presses it to his cheek once more, his green eyes tormented and tired. “They just remind me of the people I couldn’t save.”

“They’re all marks of triumph,” she murmurs, lightly rubbing his cheek. “You’ve killed everything that has left a mark on you. They’re like trophies for all the monsters you’ve killed. And the people that you’ve saved far outnumber the people you couldn’t.”

“That doesn’t change that I didn’t save them,” his voice is thick in his throat as she moves her hand to his hair, tracing over a tiny scar by his temple.

“No, it doesn’t,” she admits softly. “But no one can save everyone. Not Sam, not Cas. Not even you.”

“I wish I could,” he murmurs, watching as she leaned up slowly to press her lips to his. “What was that for?”

“Everyone wishes they could save people,” she tells him, her lips and nose brushing him slightly. “But no one can save them all. The fact that you’ve saved so many already is a miracle.”

She holds his gaze, squeezing his hand gently.

She leans down and kisses him again, letting her fingertips dance over his hair and down the back of his neck.

He groans softly, turning her onto her back as he hovered over her. She looks up at him with a smile, pressing her fingertips to a tiny scar that she knows resides over his shoulder blade on the right side.

“What about this one?” she asks breathlessly, watching his eyes soften.

“Boston,” he murmurs.

“What happened?” she asks, even though she knows his answer.

He half smiles, and her stomach erupts in butterflies.

Their first meeting was about the furthest thing from conventional that she could think of.

A knife to his back and a command to go to hell were the first things she had done and told this man in front of her. Of course, she didn’t know it at the time.

All she knew was that the place was infested with changelings and she had thought that he was one of them.

Turns out he hadn’t been.

She’s pulled back to the present when he kisses her, long and slow and passionate, with hands on her hips.

His eyes open and he lifts his head to kiss her forehead gently.

“Boston is where I met the love of my life.”

Starry Skies in Boston (Chris Evans x Reader)

Starry Skies in Boston (Chris Evans x Reader)

Requested: yes

Heeey, can I request a Chris Evans thing? Like, reader (?) Always dreamed of visiting Boston, and Scott is her friend and tells Chris and he takes her, while there she tells him some emotional stuff about her life (like broken heart, mom sick, problems with work) and he says something cute and fluffy things happen between them?

“What do you mean you never been to Boston!” Scott screamed on the phone to his friend. Y/N had to distance herself from her iPhone once his voice got increasingly louder. She chuckled and sipped on her latte that she just got from Starbucks. The streets of Atlanta were busy, as always. She had to maneuver through the crowds with the phone in one hand and her latte in the other, but it wasn’t something she couldn’t do. This was just a daily routine. “I can’t believe you haven’t told my brother, aka your boyfriend by the way.”

“Hey! I have my reasons, plus we’ve only been going out for a couple of months now, its still new to me.” And it was the truth. Y/N wasn’t used to this yet, with everything that was going on, relationships weren’t her main priority, yet Chris was able to get himself in there somehow.

“Yeah sure, you’re just using excuses now. Listen I gotta go, but I’m sure I’ll speak to you later.” Scott ended the call after what he said. She rolled her eyes and locked her phone shoving it into her pocket. She were so close to her apartment and all she wanted to do was relax at this point. Y/N crossed the street and turned right onto her street, with a couple of steps up some stairs she was in the main lobby. She gave a warm smile to the concierge and headed towards the elevator.

Fumbling with the keys Y/N stepped out of the elevator and went to the third door on the right. Unlocking the door she pushed it open and closed it with her foot. She set everything down on the kitchen counter and let out a big sigh of relief once her AC hit her hot skin. She felt a pair of arms wrap around her from behind. His scruff could be felt on her shoulder, and then made his way up her neck.

“Aren’t you supposed to be on set?” Y/N asked as she leaned her head against his shoulder.

“We finished a bit early.” He said as he kissed your cheek.

“How did you get into my apartment?” Y/N was curious as she turned around and finally faced her boyfriend.

“If I tell you I would have to kill you.” He joked giving Y/N one of his smirks. “And on a more important note, a little bird told me you’ve never been to Boston.” Ugh freaking Scott. “The fact that you never told me really hurts, my soul is crushing.” He placed his hand over his heart and pouted to make his point.

“Never thought it was important.” Y/N point out poking his shoulder so that he could back up a bit.

“Not important? Are you serious?” Chris looked even more heartbroken with the information he just received. “It’s where I grew up! Your family never went there for vacation or something?”

“No Chris, we don’t have family there so there was no point.” She explained as she went towards the fridge to get lunch ready.

“How about if we go there this weekend? I’m off for a bit, and plus I feel like its the right time for you to meet my family.” Chris said as he leaned against the wall with his hands crossed in front of his chest. When Y/N heard those words come out of his mouth, she felt anxiety fill her body. Meet his family? Wasn’t is too early for that?

“I don’t know Chris, maybe another time?” Y/N asked while fumbling with some pots and pans in the cabinet.

“What happens if I told you I bought us a flight for this weekend already?”

“YOU WHAT!” Y/N screamed and almost dropped the pot she was holding. This could not be happening. Oh my god Chris, why did he do that? She couldn’t leave Atlanta, especially this weekend.

“Surprise?” He smiled.

“You are so lucky that I can’t kill you or else I would have Marvel up my ass about it.” She threatened and rolled her eyes while putting some water in the pot getting ready to make some pasta.

“Well, start packing!” And with that he kissed her forehead and made his way to the living room.

*time skip*

Chris was sleeping happily on the plane ride, but Y/N was miserable. It wasn’t the fact that she didn’t want to meet his family, it’s the fact that she didn’t want to leave hers, especially this weekend. But her brother basically forced her to.  She looked out the window of the airplane and was staring at the clouds that they flew by, the sun was just about to set. She put her Y/H/L Y/H/C locks into a ponytail and nervously tapped on the arm rest, ready for the flight to be over.

“We are beginning our decent to Boston, Massachusetts. Please fasten your seatbelt.” The intercom went off and Y/N couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief. She nudged her boyfriend a bit and informed him that they were landing.

“Get ready for the best trip Y/N.” Well she was hoping it would be.

The plane landed and they got their luggage from baggage claim and got a taxi to head over to Scott’s place. Boston was beautiful she’ll admit that, they drove by the New England aquarium and the public garden.

They pulled up to a cute little town house that was just outside the city, the location was perfect. They got out of the taxi and Y/N could see Scott coming down the stairs from his home. She sent daggers his way and the little shit smiled back to her.

“Aw look at the cute princess.” Scott joked once he saw her facial expression. Once he was close enough she couldn’t help but punch his bicep. He let out a growl from pain and held his arm where she punched him. “What was that for?”

“For being a piece of shit.” Y/N commented.

“Hey! No fighting children!” Chris said while giving Y/N her bag from the trunk of the car. Chris paid and then everyone went inside. They dropped their bags by the stairs, too lazy to even bring them up. They immediately went to the kitchen so everyone could get drinks and socialize. They caught up on everything that was missed out on, job promotions, family gossip and that sort of stuff.

“I can’t believe you’re finally here.” Scott commented while looking at Y/N.

“Honestly, same here.” With her response, Chris gave her a worried glance. She’ll have to talk to him later probably. “Well its about 8pm, It’s gonna be a late dinner I hope you guys don’t mind.” Scott looked at his watch.

“Nah it’s fine, I was gonna show Y/N around a bit anyways.” Chris looked at her and sent her a flirtatious wink her way.

Chris and her left the house, they walked side by side, holding hands and talked about anything that came to mind. They have been walking for an hour when Chris dragged her into a small area with a bunch of tree’s.

“Oh God! This is the part where you kill me right?” Y/N asked while putting on a serious face to make the joke seem real.

“Haha very funny.” He pulled her in closer while wrapping his hands around her waist, resting his forehead against hers. The moment was perfect. “I wanted to show you something actually.” He confessed. She gave him a questioning glance and then he proceeded to lead her up a hill. They stopped and looked up, the view was breath taking. The skies were filled with constellations, it felt peaceful almost while looking at them. Chris changed his gaze to Y/N. He couldn’t help but love her reaction to the stars, he knew that this spot would be something special for the both of them. She seemed stressed free for the first time since they’d met. He nudged her side and she changed her gaze to him he offered to lie down on the grass so they could relax and enjoy the moment.

“And then that right there, thats Delphius.” Y/N pointed to the sky showing Chris where the constellation was.

“How the hell do you know all of this?” He asked while looking at her.

“My mom taught me everything about the stars, basically anything having to do with space and crap.” Y/N explained while taking a deep breath.

“You never really mention your mom.” Chris pointed out. Well shit.

“Guess it never really popped up into our conversations.” Y/N said hoping that Chris would move to another topic.

“So tell me about her. I want to get to know you better.” Chris confessed.

“There’s nothing really to know.” Hopefully blunt comments will shut him up.

“What do you mean? Whats wrong?” Chris seemed worried now.

“Everything.” She whispered, hoping that he didn’t hear it.

“Talk to me.” Chris got up onto his elbows and looked directly at her.

“Thank you for taking me to Boston.” She said trying to change the topic once again.

“You’re just avoiding me now.”

“It’s just harder than this Chris, you don’t understand.” Y/N got up now resting her head in her hands.

“Then help me.”

“Help you? I don’t even fully understand it! How can someone just wake up one day and not know anything? How can they forget the past 62 years of their lives? Its just not fair.” By the time she was done she was sobbing. Chris immediately hugged her and kept her close, rubbing soothing circles on her back giving her some words of encouragement. He leaned down and kissed her forehead as well.

“Was that why you didn’t want to come this weekend? To see your mom?” He asked. All he got was a simple nod. “Hey hey hey, look at me okay. I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. I’ll help you get through this, I’ll make sure to stay in Atlanta longer than usual, we can visit everyday if you want. I’ll do whatever it takes to take some of the pain away.” He stated, meaning every word of it as well. Once he was done, Y/N couldn’t help but shed more tears.

“God how did I find you?” She asked while leaning closer to him, wanting to feel his warmth. He smiled and leaned in as well. They stared at each other, just taking in the environment that surrounded them. They both leaned in and shared a sweet kiss.

God was Y/N happy that she came to Boston now.

Hi! Sorry it took a while but I’m up at my families cottage so I was out for like two days! I will be posting part 3 to Unexpected (Steve Rogers x Reader) once part 2 hits 50 likes :)

Thank you 

anonymous asked:

I feel like at Comic Con, the cast keeps emphasizing that Jamie and Claire are apart for "most of the season" whereas before Caitriona kept saying "it's not that bad! don't worry!" -- do you have any idea how long we have to wait for the Print Shop? I was thinking it was Episode 6 but now I'm not sure... and to me that's already too long! I'm excited but worried I can't stand the wait!

Hi Anon, hello from a train from somewhere in the middle of Caitriona’s homeland! I’m still sticking with my guess that Episode 3x05 ends with the bell to the Print Shop ringing as Claire enters, or the words, “Is that you Geordie.” “It isn’t Geordie. It’s me, Claire.” Fade to black. Perfect cliffhanger.

Also in the TV Line interview at SDCC, Tobias said, “we get a chance in the first three episodes to peak inside what happens to that marriage, what happens to Frank and Claire in Boston…” So Frank might die earlier than we think! Either that was a mistake on his part or he knows he’s only in three eps. I hope for the latter! And based on info about 301 and everything they’ve said, this marriage is not a happy one. I’m actually looking forward to see it all go to shit.

Also, another clue. Sometime in the spring, these episode titles were put up on IMDb, then later taken down.

303: All Debts Paid
304: Of Lost Things
305: Freedom and Whisky

Freedom and Whisky refers to this in Chapter 21, Voyager:

There’s more. Internal evidence.” Roger’s voice betrayed his pride. “See there? It’s an article against the Excise Act of 1764, advocating the repeal of the restrictions on export of liquor from the Scottish Highlands to England. Here it is”—his racing finger stopped suddenly on a phrase—“ ‘for as has been known for ages past, “Freedom and Whisky gang tegither.” ’ See how he’s put that Scottish dialect phrase in quotes? He got it from somewhere else.”
“He got it from me,” I said softly. “I told him that—when he was setting out to steal Prince Charles’s port.”
“I remembered.” Roger nodded, eyes shining with excitement. “But it’s a quote from Burns,” I said, frowning suddenly. “Perhaps the writer got it there—wasn’t Burns alive then?”
“He was,” said Bree smugly, forestalling Roger. “But Robert Burns was six years old in 1765.”
“And Jamie would be forty-four.” Suddenly, it all seemed real. He was alive—had been alive, I corrected myself, trying to keep my emotions in check. I laid my fingers flat against the manuscript pages, trembling.
“And if—” I said, and had to stop to swallow again.
“And if time goes on in parallel, as we think it does—” Roger stopped, too, looking at me. Then his eyes shifted to Brianna.
She had gone quite pale, but both lips and eyes were steady, and her fingers were warm when she touched my hand.
“Then you can go back, Mama,” she said softly. “You can find him.”

So it’s very likely it aligns with my prediction that they search for him in 305 and she goes back. Also the trailers tend to include clips from the first 4-5 episodes.

Hopefully the titles weren’t wrong and haven’t changed. And hopefully this eases your mind a bit! Over the next month we’ll probably be able to piece this together more. I am excite!

does anyone remember when Noah Hanifin, Jack Eichel, Dylan Strome and Connor McDavid were playing NHL 16 and Dylan and Connor were up 4-1, and Noah was like “it’s okay. Remember what happened a few years ago?” referencing the Leafs collapse against Boston in Game 7 and Dylan said “wow. that’s gutty. I don’t want to talk about it.” Cause that entire sequence of events literally gave me life

swanofstorie  asked:

Hey, can you find me some sterek fics where it takes place in New York or anywhere but beacon hills? Thank you!

Some of these Beacon Hills is mentioned, but the story takes place somewhere else.  Hope you enjoy!   -Emmy

Originally posted by samisoffthewall

Even a Bad Cup of Coffee (Is Better Than No Coffee At All) by vlieger 

(13,549 I Explicit I Complete)

AU where Derek and Laura stay in New York and open a coffee shop after the fire, and Stiles meets them when he moves there for college.

I Still Don’t Even Know by planiforidjit 

(8,822 I Explicit I WIP)

Yeah, but what happened to Leonardo?

I Think I’ll Go To Boston by MmmMangos (Climbdancelove) 

(11,012 I Explicit I Complete)

Stiles heads to Boston to get his BA in Criminal Justice and bumps into some pack members he has not seen in a while.

He Gets Me High by talktowater 

(11,562 I Explicit I Complete)   *love this fic!

Stiles and Derek act like a couple. But they’re not. Seriously! Derek has a boyfriend and Stiles has a girlfriend. They’re just friends, overly-attached and possessive friends, but that’s it. Right?

Midnight Shouts by Melo_Mapo 

(16,177 I Mature I WIP)

Stiles is learning magic at the best college in the country, while unraveling the biology behind the supernatural: his dream come true… if only his neighbors weren’t having sex in the middle of the night, every night!

College AU taking place at Cornell, in gorgeous Ithaca, NY.

Give Me Back My Bones (And Then Maybe We’ll Talk) by kariye 

(32,664 I Explicit I Complete)

Derek meets Stiles on a Wednesday.  He comes in for his usual cup of coffee and somehow walks out with hot chocolate, cinnamon on the top, and no idea what just happened there.

Windows by dr_girlfriend 

(83,006 I Explicit I Complete)

Derek has a new neighbor who won’t stop looking.


“You’re blind,” Derek said flatly, the anger draining from him so suddenly he felt almost woozy.  His vision cleared, his claws sliding back into blunt fingernails.

“Thanks for the memo, genius,” the kid said acidly.  “I can still fucking defend myself, so don’t take another damn step.”

“Fuck, I…I’m sorry,” Derek stuttered.

“What?!”  The kid’s brow crinkled.  “I mean — what?! You’re fucking sorry!?”  His lips thinned into a harsh line.  “What, is this some kinda Hallmark movie where you’re discovering the error of your ways because you don’t want to rob a blind person?!  That’s fucking condescending, man.  I’ll have you know that —”

“Just, wait.”  Derek interrupted what was apparently the start of a convincing argument as to why he should rob the kid after all, feeling his head start to spin.  “This is — it’s a misunderstanding.  I’m — I’m not robbing you.  You’re — you’re safe, okay?  I’m taking three steps back. Just — just let me explain.”

“Explain why you came busting into my apartment?  Yeah, go right ahead, man, I can’t wait to hear this epic tale.”

And then for a little extra, we actually have an older list of fics which are based in New York which can be found here!

Hooking Up With Hockey and Paul Revere - Jimmy Vesey #1.4

Originally posted by liasandersson

about/request: Please continue the Vesey imagine 💕 and I just want to thank you for the vesey imagine bc it’s one of my favorites. Are you gonna write a part 4?? and more  

warnings: drinking and cursing 

authors note: i honestly don’t know where i’m going with this don’t let me put out anymore before i plan out what this story is 

word count: 1411

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