#Evans beaming at him with the brightest smile asking him to be his date to his sisters wedding

[theotherbuckley]

Okay but Tommy drops out of high school — he told his father he was gay and he told him he could either be homeless or go to military school. He goes to military school and joins the army and he likes flying the helicopters because it means he doesn’t have to do any of the killing himself. And he makes some friends.

There's one guy who's like the squad leader who's a few years old and built like a Greek god and Tommy's young and a little bit in love. And they're friends maybe even family because this whole group of people spend every waking (and sleeping) moment together. And they all talk like a family and they all say they love each other and tease each other and it's nice. And one night it's just the two of them trading a flask of some sort of alcohol that Tommy doesn't know the name of and the man asks Tommy why he joined the army and where he wants to be in five years and Tommy trusts this man. He's half way in love with him so he doesn't even think twice before he tells the story about the time he came out to his family and his father nearly beat him to death before sending him here. And the conversation tapers off after that and he doesn’t register the change in the air but when he wakes up the next morning he’s being dishonourably discharged because he poses “unacceptable risk to the high standards of morale, good order and discipline, and unit cohesion that are the essence of military capability”. He knows what that means.

Tommy joins the fire department because he doesn’t know what else to do. He represses anything regarding his sexuality because he knows now that it’s wrong. He almost feels like he has a family again because his captain seems to like him and some of the guys are cool even if they say things he doesn’t agree with. And then he starts agreeing because maybe they’re right and he’s wrong and he’s just inherently wrong. So he follows their leads and is just straight racist because that’s how he can fit in.

And then a black lesbian woman joins and says she’s a black lesbian woman and Tommy doesn’t understand that either because you can’t be queer you just can’t be because it’s wrong.

But he nearly dies and and an Asian man saves his life and a black lesbian woman comes up with a better idea than any of them had and she tells them she’s no different and she is just as capable. So he improves himself he does and he tries to be better but he still can’t be who he is because the last 2 times he was honest about that he was betrayed.

Tommy leaves the 118 and “don’t ask, don’t tell” is lifted and he meets this guy he likes who likes him back and the 217 don’t seem to have a problem with the gender neutral pronouns and he slowly but surely lets himself open up again and be who he is and when the thing with that guy doesn’t work out because he’s moving to New York and Tommy’s not sure he’s ready to leave, it’s okay because his crew is there and they support him and he can still be himself.

[afeb]

Chris Evans - Us

I giggled as Chris sponged kisses across my lips and cheeks, hands squeezing my hips as he pulled the covers over our bodies. I peered over to Dodger who scowled back at me from the dog bed.

“He’s glaring again.” I laughed.

“You’re in his spot.” Chris smiled back as he looked over at the small dog.

“I’m surprised you don’t make me sleep on the dogs bed when I stay.” I joked as I looped my arms around his neck.

“Well, that was the original plan,” he winked. “But Dodge and I spoke and agreed that since you’re only here two nights a week, you could sleep on the bed.”

I giggled. “Well thanks boys, I appreciate it.”

Chris stared down at me for a moment, smile fading slowly. “I hate it when you’re not here.”

I stroked over his cheeks. “Me too honey,”

“The house feels empty.” He noted with a deep hum.

“If I could I’d stay here all the time,” I reassured with a smile.

Chris faltered for a moment. “Well...you could...if you wanted.”

I frowned. “But what about my place?”

“You could move out, you’re lease is up for renewal next month...” he sat up and I followed after him.

“Are you...you want me...” I stumbled over my words.

Chris began to worry. “Oh god I’ve said too much, ignore me!”

He scrambled out of bed. “Chris, wait!”

I hurried after him as he jogged downstairs to the kitchen, where I followed closely behind him. “It’s dumb, I know, we’ve only been dating a few months and I’ve asked too much, who knows if you even like me that much I mean, the public only just found out we’re together so to them we’re moving really quick and-“

“Chris!” I stopped his rambling as he breathed deeply.

“Yeah?” He winced.

“Of course I’ll move in.” His face dropped but then turned into the brightest smile I’d seen.

“Really?” He inched towards me.

“Yes, really.” I squeaked as he lifted me up and spun around, Dodger bouncing at our feet.

“You mean I get to see you every day?” He beamed up at me.”

“If you can bear it.” I teased.

He placed me down and smiled. “I’m just mesmerised by you.”

I blushed and leant up to kiss his lips. “Ditto.”

He went into the kitchen and started babbling again. “We can redecorate if you want, I know you’re place is a lot more green than mine. But if you want your bed and things we can swap mine for yours, and put mine in the spare room. Oh! And I thought all your plants would look great around the living room and...”

I sat at the table and watched him make coffee, and I couldn’t help the joy that swam through my veins and as I listened to him talk about us.

[seven-oomen]

Honey, honey | A Buddie One shot

Main ship: Eddie Diaz/Evan Buckley

Wordcount: +- 1600 words

Rating: PG-13, for language, abo mentions, and mpreg mentions

Warnings: Mentions ABO dynamics but isn’t explicit, language, mpreg mention but none of it is very graphic.

I’ve tried finding/writing sensible Spanish but I’m still learning the language so forgive me for making mistakes. I blame the duo lingo owl, he’s trying his best to teach me okay?

Based on the prompt: We've been living together for a few years now, your son calls me dad and recently you started calling me honey. But I never really connected the dots until after I posted a question online and a bunch of random strangers gave me advice. When I finally confessed my feelings for you, you told me you loved me and we've been dating since.

Based on the post: https://seven-oomen.tumblr.com/post/611873995367890944/adding-this-to-my-prompt-list-because-yeah-this

Tagging: @daughter-of-infinity​​ because I saw your reblog of that post and know you wanted a story like this.

He stared at the page before him, biting his lip as he pondered his next move. Was he really going to ask a bunch of strangers online a question like this? What if he was wrong? What if someone he knew found out? What if Eddie did…

But at the same time, he was tired of walking on eggshells. Of not knowing what was going on between the two of them. Don't get him wrong,  he wasn't against Chris calling him papa or against Eddie calling him cariño. Whatever that meant. But it was weird that everything had changed so gradually. He almost hadn't noticed it really, until Tia,  Eddie's aunt, had said something about Eddie finally finding a good Alpha to raise Christopher with at the last family gathering. She had looked fondly at Buck whilst she said it. And that got him thinking. Did she think Eddie and him were dating?

Wait...

Were they?

And so, here he was. Sitting in front of his computer, staring at the Reddit ask page in front of him.

Oh, fuck it. He was already here, might as well ask some random strangers on the internet what was going on. Surely it wouldn't come back to bite him in the ass.

He started tying.

Firehose asked a question:

What does it mean when someone changes what they've always called you?

I've (31AM) been living with my roommate and best friend (37OM) and his 11-year-old son for three years. We've been through so much together,  from earthquakes and the tsunami to a lawsuit and some bullshit with his late wife and other craziness. For us, that's just on the daily.  It happens. But it did forge a really strong friendship between us.

I care a lot about my friend and his son, to me they're family and I'd die to protect them and keep them safe. And I know he'd do the same for me. We're best friends and partners on the job but lately, he's been telling me that "I'm the best thing that's ever happened to him."

And I noticed his family has been smiling at me differently lately. I've been going to family meetings for two and a half years and consider them my family but the air seems to have changed, it's almost even warmer. I didn't think that was possible.

Anyway, I've noticed more things lately.  Like how my friend calls me cariño, I honestly don't know what that means,  and his son started calling me papa about a year ago. Which is absolutely adorable and something I encouraged, I'll admit.

But the cariño thing is bothering me as my friend smiles at me and touches my cheek when he says it. Now, we've always been very tactile in our friendship and we're completely comfortable around each other but this made me feel a bit weird. Not bad weird, just something that makes me feel something but I don't know what or why.

I just don't know what this means and I don't know how to respond to it except smile at him. Cause it does feel kinda nice. I don't know how to talk to him about it, we've never discussed our sexualities. Honestly, I'm still not sure of mine.

We've just always been really close,  shared a bed during nightmares kinda close but I honestly don't know how to breach the subject with him. Am I reading too much into this? Am I dating my best friend without knowing it? Honestly, any kind of advice would be appreciated at this point. I don't want him taking this the wrong way.

TLDR: My best friend calls me cariño and his son calls me papa. I don't know why and I'm too scared to ask. I feel a lot of things but I don't know if either of us is bisexual or gay. I don't know what to do with myself. Should I ask him if he has feelings for me?

The next few days were filled with responses from Reddit. All of them pretty much said the same thing. Just ask him out already. Talk to him. Or oh my god, you are totally dating, you dingus...

So he figured he might as well take the next step. He asked Eddie that night after they put Christopher to bed.

They were watching tv together on Eddie’s bed, a beer in hand and shoulders touching.

“So- you know how you always call me cariño? What does that mean?” He asked.

Eddie gave him a rather amused look and chuckled. “It means darling or sweetheart, maybe honey, you know. It’s a term of endearment. I thought you knew that?”

The Omega cocked his head at him and scooted closer, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. And it felt nice to be held, so he couldn’t help but relax in his hold, laying his head on Eddie’s shoulder as he stared at his beer bottle.

“I-” he bit his lip- “I didn’t. And I just- I don’t know. It’s confusing... “

“What is?” Eddie genuinely looked concerned. He felt terrible for causing it and he wanted nothing more than to hug his best friend and press a kiss to those lips.

Fuck.

“I- are we- Eddie are we dating?”

Eddie looked at him as if Buck had gone insane and snorted. “Excuse me? What do you-” Realization seemed to set in as Buck only looked more confused at Eddie’s amusement. “Oh, you stupid bastard…” Eddie chuckled, “Buck, we’ve been dating for two years.”

It was like a floodgate had opened and another realization came over him. The handholding, laying in bed together on most nights, taking care of Christopher, Buck coming with them to family gatherings, Eddie coming to him for comfort or affection. Holy shit... How had he missed all of that?

Neither of them had dated anyone else in the last three years, he hadn’t even looked at anyone. The only people he really wanted to spend his time with were Eddie and Christopher. Hell, they went to the zoo together, to the movies, they went out for dinner- just the two of them- in fancy restaurants even.

And it had never clicked. Not even once.

“Shit…” He looked up at Eddie in surprise before breaking out in one of his trademark beaming smiles. “Guess we have been.”

Eddie gently put both their beers on the nightstand beside him and pulled Buck closer, pressing a kiss to his temple.

“Eres corto de luces, pero te amo de todos modos.” Eddie mumbled, shaking his head. (You are not the brightest bulb, but I love you anyway.)

“And that means?”

“That you’re stupid but I love you.”

He couldn’t help but smile at those words, gently cupping Eddie’s cheek as he pressed his lips against the Omega’s. “At least I’m your idiot,” He murmured.

“That you are.”

-

UPDATE: What does it mean when someone changes what they've always called you?

TLDR: You were all right and I was dating my best friend without realizing it. But guess what? We talked and now we’re married with three kids. Crazy what a year can change, huh?

So yeah, you guys haven’t heard from me in a year but I decided it was time to let you all know what happened between me and my best friend. So we talked that night after I posted my original story. Turns out I was dating him all along and never put two and two together. Until he did it for me. We talked that night and some other stuff and decided to take the next step together.

Naturally, everyone I knew had a good laugh about that one. Apparently, there was a betting pool on when I would realize I was dating my roomie. My sister won that one by the way.

So within the week my friend and I were engaged. He asked me, with some help from his son. It was adorable, really. He set up this really nice picnic for the three of us in the park, near the lake where we like to hang out on our days off. And he had his son come up to me to show me something he caught. (We both like insects, it’s kind of our shared thing.)

Turns out, our son was actually holding a ring. An engagement ring. And when he handed me the box, my friend took my hand, kissed it and asked me to marry him.

So of course, I said yes. We got married about six months after that. But it turns out that our night of ‘talking’ had some unforeseen consequences, and my husband was six months pregnant with twins when we walked down the aisle.

Yeah, so we married and two months later our son and our daughter were born. Our daughter in an elevator during a power outage and our son in an ambulance, on the way to the hospital. Because nothing in this family ever goes as planned it seems.

It’s been a wild year and if I think about it, I have all of that thanks to you guys. So thank you, for helping me realize what I had all along.

-

He finally closed his laptop and looked over to where Eddie was sleeping on the couch, Robert and Rosalie on his chest as they napped. Chris was silently drawing some pictures next to him at the table and grinned when he noticed Buck was looking.

Yeah it had been a crazy year all around, but truth be told, he would do it all over again.

-

So let me know what you all think of this one, would love to hear it. I very much enjoyed writing this. It was fun to just let my thoughts go and not worry about writing something good. I had fun and it made my day a bit brighter. And honestly, I hope it does that for other people too. So let me know if it did for you <3

[sirius-archive]

Harry Potter Aesthetics

Eyyyy whaddup it's ya girl Georgie here with a fun lil activity to kickstart 2018!

So, a lil while ago, I made a post saying I was changing to my Christmas URL for Christmas and that I may or may not change back to my usual siriusorionsblack. Now, I said I'd do something fun so you guys can vote for my new URL. Well, I'm not backing down on that promise since I've failed to post anything on my blog.

After thinking long and hard about this I decided that I'd host a 'create your own Hogwarts character' thingy and I'd write either headcanons or a mini fic including a character of your choice! I will write for fantastic beasts, lightning era, marauders era and next gen (but check my faq first) 

So, here are the rules:

must be following me 

reblog this post

vote for my new url (link is in my description)

read the ‘request’ part of my FAQ. (I’ll know if you haven’t.)

send me an ask telling me what url you voted for, your house, a short description of yourself, pronouns and three (3) characters of your choice. I'll choose one that I ship you with.

in your ask, include whether you want headcanons or a mini fic - you can't have both.

i'll be disabling anonymous questions so you won't be able to send them on anon

you can blacklist the tag #georgies url if you wanna

update: the links didn’t work on the original post so i had to remove them. for mobile users, tap on the word ‘risk’ in my description which will take you to a menu. faq is right at the top. 

Alright, an example is bellow the cut:

blood type: muggleborn

house: gryffindor

secondary: slytherin

ilvermorny: thunderbird

secondary: wampus

title: prefect, head girl

pet: an eagle owl called ‘Ariel’ who is a bit of a showoff and likes to parade himself around

wand: ebony, 10 1/2″, phoenix feather, unyielding

best subject: charms, potions, transfiguration

worst subject: divination, herbology, flying

quidditch: spectator

hogsmeade hangout: the three broomsticks

hogsmeade friend/date: the Marauders, usually

hogwarts hangout: courtyard and the astronomy tower

best friends: the marauders, lily evans, marlene mckinnon, mary mcdonald, dorcas meadowes, emmeline vance. 

dated: remus lupin (1974-75), regulus black (don’t ask) (1975), alexander diggory (cedric’s made-up uncle) (1976)

currently dating: sirius black (1977-)

enemies: regulus black (i said don’t ask); severus snape; basically all the nasty slytherins

patronus: a wolf 

boggart: inferi (shudders violently)

georgie’s amotentia: baked pastries; vanilla; sirius’ shampoo 

sirius’ amotentia: leather; georgie’s vanilla oil; a warm, midnight breeze

polyjuice potion: a glittery, pearl liquid with tendrils of faint silver curling into the air

backstory: georgia ‘georgie’ fox was born to muggles thomas and francesca fox in august of 1961. as strict catholics, georgie’s parents became afraid of the young girl when she started showing signs of magic, believing she was possessed. they took her to frightening exorcisms where she developed claustrophobia. to this day, she can not step into a church. 

on her eleventh birthday, she was visited by a witch and a wizard who explained to her and her family that she was a witch. upon discovering this, her parents forced her out of her home, still living in fear of her supernatural abilities. they cut off all ties with her and treat her as though she were dead to them. georgie grew up with her reasonable and caring grandparents, where she lived happily. 

headcanon:

these are head canons

they're cool

yeah

smooth peanut butter is better than crunchy

deal with it

or mini fic layout:

“georgie, what do you think of the christmas tree?” sirius asked as he stood proudly beside it. 

georgie’s lips tugged into a gentle smile as she stared at her boyfriend of three months. she allowed her green eyes to wonder over to the crooked christmas tree standing in the corner of the gryffindor common room and decided to let him down gently.  

“it looks...like a tree got tangled in an electrical wire,” she jested, her small smile now splitting into a broad grin. sirius’ shoulders slumped forward slightly and the handsome boy gave a small laugh. 

“told you it looks like santa took a shit,” james snickered from a table on the other side of the room, where he was challenging remus to a game of wizard chess. sirius scowled at the messy-haired boy, who glanced up from the board and gave sirius a wicked smirk. sirius flicked his gaze to remus. 

“what do you think m–”

“I agree with georgie...” remus remarked, not bothering to look up from the chess board. 

“of course you’d agree with your ex-girlfriend georgie,” sirius teased, a grin curling the edges of his lips. remus looked up from his board and sighed, exasperated. 

“that’s right,” james added, sharing an amused look with sirius, “don’t think we’d let you both forget that one.” 

remus and georgie exchanged a look before the latter slapped a hand to her forhead. 

“that was centuries ago,” she sighed, “of course they’d remember.” 

remus snorted, shaking his head. he gave georgie a wry look and george bit her lip, amused at james and sirius’ bantering techniques. she decided to distract them, and when remus returned his gaze to the chess board, georgie took sirius’s hand. 

“alright, sweetheart, let me show you how it’s done.” 

georgie plucked her wand from her pocket as she dragged her boyfriend toward the tree. it took her several minutes to redecorate the tree as sirius had done such a poor job of it. it was as though he’d never decorated a tree before, which she found both amusing and suspicious. 

when she had completed the task, sirius stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing small kisses to her neck and shoulder, “the final touch,” he murmered into her ear, holding up a beautiful, silver ornament. 

“where’d you get this from?” she asked, her brow raised. she noticed that the ornament had hinges and she opened it, curious as to what was inside. 

a small ring fell out of the ornment and into sirius’ hand. it was a promise ring, with a ‘midnight’ gem stuck to the middle of it. the gem reflected the night sky, where she spotted the brightest star in the sky. 

“sirius,” she whispered, tears pricking her eyes, and she spun around in his arms and kissed him. distantly, she heard james wolf-whistle, and when they broke apart, she found remus smiling fondly and peter beaming like the rising sun. 

“you set this up!” georgie exclaimed, grinning broadly at her boyfriend. sirius smiled and slid the promise ring onto her ring finger. 

“i promise to always love you,” he whispered and georgie felt her heart flutter at his words.

 it was the best christmas ever.