I wish there were more posts celebrating how much agency Iris has had this season and especially in last night’s episode.
I mean this is the number one thing fans advocated for since season 1 and we have gotten it in every episode so far this season. Look at episode 4x05, which was a KF backstory episode coupled with a Fefe visit and Iris was still at the forefront, calling the shots and coming up with solutions.
Now I’m not saying don’t voice your concerns over things you wished didn’t happen but let’s remember to make posts about the good things too.
A/N: This is for Steph’s ( @itswitchcraft-not-googlemaps) Birthday challenge! I know you’re birthday is coming up, so I wanted to get this out there for you to enjoy! <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3 <3
Dean was padding down the halls of the bunker, whistling a random rock tune. That’s when he heard you singing in the shower. At first he thought you were listening to music in the shower, but he didn’t hear any music. You were singing in the shower with no music; and you sounded spectacular.
It made Dean reflect on his feelings for you. Ever since you joined him and Sam only a few months ago, Dean loved spending time with you. The way you always laughed at his remarks towards Sam and Castiel. You always watched Clint Eastwood movies with him on late nights when he couldn’t sleep. Then there were the times where you saved his life. You would always look into his eyes with such compassion and concern. Dean had never given it much thought until now.
“Dean,” you called out, snapping your fingers in front of his face. “Is anyone home?” A small giggle escaped your lips as Dean shook his head, looking down at you. “Welcome back to reality Winchester. What are you doing just standing in the hall and staring out into space?”
You had just got back from an award show and you were exhausted. Like completely exhausted.
You had been feeling sick all night, the lights and the pressure around you had not done anything to help the headache you had been fighting all day.
You were the assistant to One Direction’s manager, and as she was back in London making last minute plans for their next tour you had been given the job of making sure that all the boys did what they had to at the award show.
It wasn’t a hard job. You got on well with all the boys, they were your best friends in the world, especially after being on tour with them for the last two years, so it was never not a good night when you actually got to go to an event with them. You were in charge of making sure they were all dressed and presented nicely, and had to keep a good eye on them so they made good decisions, but they weren’t stupid, and they’d done these things a hundred times, so you didn’t really have to worry.
It had just been a little awkward with Harry lately. At the end of the last tour you two had been getting close and you were starting to have real feelings for him. However you knew what he did and who he was so you didn’t put your hopes up. You were realistic. You knew he probably wouldn’t be interested in a manager’s assistant, so you distanced yourself.
You had a little break after the tour but now you were back with the boys.
He had confronted you about it earlier in the week when you met up again, saying that he felt you were giving him the cold shoulder.
You swear you could see the hurt in his eyes as he spoke.
Maybe you were wrong about him not being interested?
So the night had finally come to a close and you’ve all gone back to Louis’ home to rest for the night. You were currently in LA and Louis was the only one who had managed to secure a house, the other boys preferring to live in London, so the decision was made that you could all crash there for a few days before having to head back to the UK for the start of tour.
The plan earlier was to head to Louis to change and then head out again to go to an after party, but the thought made you feel even more sick than you were before. You were coming down from the high of the event and it was hitting you hard. There was no way you’d be able to go out again.
The five of you headed into Louis main living room and you looked straight towards the couch. You just wanted to collapse on it.
“Alright guys quick change and we’re out of here! Wanna go party like its 1999!” Liam proclaimed, heading quickly to one of the spare bedrooms that he had claimed for himself for the next few days. Niall nodded and headed in a similar direction. You observed Louis heading upstairs to his own bedroom.
You on the other hand went and sat directly on the couch, holding your pounding head in your hands. Harry noticed your statue and sat next to you, placing a soft hand on the top of your back, rubbing gently.
“You ok?” He asked, the concern evident in his voice.
“Not really,” you laughed sarcastically, trying to laugh off how bad you were actually feeling. You slightly shrugged Harry off your back.
“Can I do anything to help? It’s your head isn’t it? I always used to get headaches after these stupid award shows?” He said, a lightness to his voice.
You just didn’t really want to be around Harry right now. Not only was your head pounding but your feelings for Harry were right at the surface of your mind again now that he was back in your life and you just didn’t want to deal with the rejection.
“I’m fine Harry, Just go get ready to go out with the boys, I might skip this one tonight.” you shrugged him off completely and moved away slightly, shifting further down the couch.
Harry huffed under his breath. “Can you not do that?” he said, shifting his body towards you.
“Do what?” you huffed back. You were frustrated with how you were feeling and the situation with Harry.
“Shrug me off like that,” he proclaimed. “You know I care about you and I just wanna make sure you’re okay.”
You looked up at him and saw his eyes wide with concern and confusion. You felt bad. You didn’t want to shrug him off, you just didn’t want to fall into the pit of feelings that was starting to develop again.
“I know Harry I just don’t want to deal with this right now.” you said putting your hand through your hair and resting your head on the back of the couch.
Harry looked confused. “Deal with what?”
“You Harry. I just can’t deal with you coming over here and saying that you care about me and making me have feelings for you when-”
He grabbed onto your arm and interrupted you. “Wait. Wait. You have feelings for me?”
You went pale for a moment. Paler than you had been a moment ago. You weren’t meant to confess your feelings to him so bluntly. Now you felt like an idiot.
“Harry just forget about it.”
He shifted closer to you. “I can’t just forget about something like that. I’ve been waiting two bloody years for you to say those words.”
Your head rose from the back of the couch and you looked at Harry. “Really?”
“Yes Y/N. I’ve had feelings for you for as long as I can remember. You pushing me away was breaking my heart.”
You felt guilty. “I’m sorry. I was pushing away because I didn’t want to get rejected it was easier for me to just move away slowly.
Harry placed a hand on your cheek. “You’re so silly.” He chuckled.
The next thing you knew you are being pulled into him arms, your head nuzzled under his chin.
“You know what? I think I might stay here tonight too. Don’t really feel like going out,” Harry said, putting his arms tighter around your waist.
You cuddled in closer to his chest. “That sounds good.”
Moments later you were fast asleep. Harry reached over grabbing the TV remote so he could settle for the next few hours. There was no way he was moving.
Louis came in from upstairs and saw the sight in front of him. He caught Harry’s eyesight and laughed to himself . “Fucking Finally,” he said to Harry.
Harry chuckled. “Shut up.”
When the boys were finally completely ready they came back into the living room, awing at the sight. Liam gave Harry a thumbs-up and Niall gave him a small smile, knowing how much this moment meant to Harry.
Niall and Liam were respectful of you sleeping and crept out the door with Louis in toe. They knew how sick you had been feeling all day, saw how much you were struggling all through the night, and wanted you to get some rest.
Before completely leaving, Niall secretly took a few shots of the two of you on his phone, knowing Harry would appreciate them at a later time.
The boys shut the door behind them and headed down to the waiting car.
Happy Lowman x Reader
(GIF isn’t mine)
***I know literally zero about childbirth so if any of the details are wrong, please don’t hang me for it***
That’s how long ago your water broke and your old man, just getting in from another late one, had to get up from barely 30 minutes of sleep to rush you to St. Thomas.
It was now 3pm the following day, Gemma had been in your room more than she had been anywhere else and the guys had trickled in periodically to check on you. The hospital staff knew better than to tell any of them they weren’t allowed in of course, and Happy hadn’t left your side since you got there.
“Hey darlin’, how’s the little mini-killer coming along?” Gemma had just walked in and was standing beside your bed, her painted fingers stroking some of your sweat-matted hair away from your forehead.
“Stubborn, of course, like his damn father,” you groaned, while Happy, who was in the hospital bed beside you grunted his disapproval in your statement, his eyes barely open and his face completely void of energy. He wasn’t supposed to be on the bed with you, but as it were, the hospital staff was afraid to reprimand any of SAMCRO, especially Happy.
“Hap, when’s the last time you got any sleep?” Gemma questioned, raising an eyebrow at the tattooed biker.
You could tell he was trying to do the math, but his sleep deprived brain wasn’t processing quickly enough, so you responded for him, “He got in right as my water broke night before last… I don’t think he slept while I did last night… So his last nights sleep was two days ago…” you looked at your old man, stroking his tattooed arm with your free hand as he held your other.
“Jesus Christ,” Gemma hissed towards Happy, “Go get some rest, Hap. Go home or to the clubhouse. Hell I’m sure if you asked Tara she would let you crash on the couch in her office… I’ll stay here with (Y/N). You need to sleep honey.”
Happy tensed beside you, it was obvious he took issue with something Gemma said, “I can’t miss it,” he rasped, sitting up a bit to look at the Biker Queen.
“Happy Lowman you look terrible, go get some rest. Seriously.”
“Gemma I’m not leaving (Y/N) alone while I go sleep. I’m not,” he spat back at her, the two glared at each other for a while before you broke the silence.
“Happy, go find Tara please? I want you to have at least SOME energy when Mini-killer gets ready to come,” you pleaded with him and he shook his head again.
“I’ll sleep right here beside you if I have to, but I’m not leaving.”
Happy was steadfast.
You peered up at Gemma who, although obviously irked at not getting her way, wore a proud smile on her face.
“Well if I’m not needed I’ll be going, call me if anything changes. You sure you’re alright sweetheart?” She asked once more and you nodded, smiling at the tall dark headed woman, “Hap,” she called to the man laying beside you and he looked towards the door to meet her eyes, “Take care of her,” she ordered and he smiled.
He wrapped an arm around you, leaning his head against your shoulder and soon his shallow breaths turned into light snoring, keeping his promise of never leaving your side.
Imagine: Running out of the house after an argument with Klaus. Then, he gets incredibly angry because you won’t answer the phone and he gets worried about you.
You had tears streaming down your face as you drove to nowhere in particular. It felt as though you were reliving the fight you had just had with Klaus over and over again. You could still hear his enraged voice echoing through your head. The tears began blurring your vision to the point where you could hardly see, but you did not care. You simply accelerated your speed, wanting desperately to add as many miles between you and him.
After a while of driving, you recognized that you were in the town over. You pulled into the parking lot of a random pub and made your way inside. Ordering a drink, you sat down at the bar. You downed the drink in an instant and then tried your best to wipe your eyes.
“Just keep them coming.” You said to the bartender.
“Rough night?” He asked, refilling the drink.
“Yeah, something like that.” You responded, not really feeling like telling some random guy your life story.
As he walked away, you pulled your phone out from your purse and saw that Klaus was calling. You immediately declined the call and realized that you had 7 missed calls from him already. Setting the phone down on the counter, you slugged down another drink.
He called again and again as you drained drink after drink. You now had over 20 missed calls and you were definitely buzzed. The bartender came over and grabbed your glass from you.
“I know you don’t seem too bad, but you’ve had quite a few so I’m going to cut you off now.” He stated.
You whined, but didn’t argue. While you weren’t black out drunk, you knew you should stop.
“And listen,” he continued, pointing at the phone. “Any guy that calls you that much deserves to be answered.”
“I don’t wanna answer him.” You said, slightly slurring.
“Do you want me to? I could just tell him that you’re okay.” He offered, obviously just trying to be nice.
You didn’t respond. You knew you should answer Klaus, but after the fight you didn’t want to. Especially after you just declined his last 20+ calls. You could barely imagine how furious he would be. Before you could stop him, the bartender picked up the phone and answered.
“Woah, slow down, man. This isn’t the girl. I’m a bartender at the pub on Main St… yeah, she’s alright…. wait, what?… no, dude, I’m just trying to be nice… I haven’t done anything to her… I haven’t touched her… what the fuck is your problem, man! I just wanted to tell you she’s okay.”
The conversation seemed to go on like that before the bartender finally hung up and set the phone back down on the counter. Listening to the phone call seemed to make you sober up real quick as you realized what a bad idea it was. You knew how mad Klaus was and having a guy answer your phone would only piss him off more.
“Your boyfriend is an asshole.” He said, obviously trying to repress the anger.
“Yeah, you really need to leave… like right now.” You warned him.
He stayed quiet, contemplating what to do. Finally, he nodded and retreated to the back of the bar.
You grabbed your phone and purse and walked out to your vehicle. You threw your things in the back seat and leaned against the side of the car. Memories from the fight began resurfacing, causing more tears to fall. You quickly wiped them away, not wanting to cry anymore.
Suddenly, Klaus appeared from nowhere and your body was slammed against the hard metal frame. His figure was pressed firmly against yours as his hands roughly gripped your arms and held them to the side.
“What the hell, (Y/N)?! I’ve been calling you all night! What the hell have you been doing? I’ve been worried! You could have gotten hurt! Why didn’t you answer me?!” He yelled, his face only inches away from yours.
Your heart was racing and your breathing was ragged. You stood there, looking into his enraged eyes. You immediately started crying as you looked at the man you loved. You never meant to hurt him or scare him or worry him. You wanted to tell him a bunch of excuses as to why you acted the way you did, but you could think of none.
“I’m sorry, Klaus.” You whispered, your voice breaking slightly as you spoke.
His eyes immediately softened and looked at you in the loving way they usually do. He brought one of his hands up to your face and wiped away your tears. Then, his hand moved to the back of your neck and pulled you in for a passionate embrace, wrapping his arms around your body and pulling you into him. You stood there for moment, allowing yourself to feel safe in his arms. Then, he pulled back slightly, pressing his forehead to yours and looking into your eyes.
“You worried me, my love.” He said in a soft voice. “I don’t know what I would do if anything happened to you. I’m sorry.”
You moved your hand up and placed it on his cheek. Then, you gently pressed your lips to his. When you both finally pulled back, he whispered to you.
Night in the woods again :P, seems to be my thing now. Wonder what I’ll be doing anddrawing after Jack finishes the game. Watching this in the evening before going to sleep is my safe place. I love the voices, colours, dialogues, character’s and the game in general even more every episode.
Really liked the last one! It was so calming and yet still scary. This part was probably my favourite because it was just so thoughtful, that’s why I drew it obvs. Jack as Mae today cause he really identified with her last episode. We all kinda do. (Especially since she’s bi/pan. Like how awesome is that! I love this game for showing how normal being queer is. Gregg and Angus and now Mae :3)
I hope Jack gets better soon and am looking forward to the next episode! @therealjacksepticeye
Imagine lying in bed with Niall while the first snowfall of the season begins. You cuddle each other for warmth. You stare at the window as he lightly traces your arm - you’ve never been more at peace. It takes a moment for you to realize, but your favorite Christmas song is playing softly in the background.
“What do you want to do today?” He questioned
“Oh, I don’t know. Bake cookies? Make snow angels? Stay here forever?”
“Sounds perfect. Especially that last one.” He answers with a yawn as he pulls you closer to him. You watch him drift off to sleep until your heavy eyelids cause you to do the same.
A/N: This is Part 4A. (Unexpected Reader - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A/3B) A huge shoutout to Ava, my best friend, who is beyond amazing. Thank you for letting me write you, I am truly honored you trusted me to. @chrisevans-imagines I’ve got nothing but love for you, girly ❤️ I had a lot of free time on my hand today sitting in a dentistry.
Chris stood outside your apartment door with his letter for you and a bouquet of your favorite flowers- red roses- in his hand. His clammy fist hovered over the door, unable to knock as he was too nervous. May was coming; he was about to leave to film Infinity War and he was going to be gone for nine months. Nine months. That was a long time for him to not see you, considering how you’d spent time together every day of the last sixty-five days. For two people who claimed they weren’t dating, the two of you did a lot of things couples did. You’d meet for meals and have movie nights, and if it was held at your apartment- your best friend and roommate, Ava, would spend the whole night teasing the both of you. He’d keep you company while you worked at your university’s library, and you’d keep him company while he worked out at his gym. He’d hang out in the restaurant you were working at when you had to do late night shifts or close, so you wouldn’t be alone and he could drive you home. Some days, you’d just call to meet for coffee or ice-cream so you could simply ask the other about their day.
Other than not having the romantic benefits of an actual couple, the two of you were a couple. Those around you didn’t understand why the two of you wouldn’t just have the talk and become an actual couple; Ava, especially. The conversation you had with her last week was still seared in your mind, she’d made some pretty solid points that you consistently tried and failed to argue with.
“As adorable as the both of you are, you are insufferable.” She’d said to you and you’d sighed because you knew she was right. “Honestly, Y/N. He likes you and you like him, so why are you making it more complicated than it has to be? Just grab the man and kiss him already.”
“It’s not that simple, Ava.”
“How is it not that simple?” She pressed with a frown. “Do you not see the way he looks at you? He likes you and he wants to be with you. Trust me and go pursue that relationship, you’re going to be dating Chris Evans! That’s like a dream come true for us fan girls, for you.”
“Exactly,” you argued and she frowned, confused by your comment. “I’m just a fan,” you elaborated before she could ask you to. “What if I’m not with him for the right reasons? What if I’m not good enough for him? I’m just a fan, Ava,” you repeated. “I’m nobody compared to him.”
“Lovely,” she chuckled as she took your hands in hers. “I’ve known you for a while now, and we’ve always said that we know each other better than anyone else knows us so- you need to hear me when I say this.” You sighed because you knew what she was going to say. “You are not just a fan, you are an amazing human being that Chris would be lucky to date. He’s just a guy, okay? And if you’re just a fan of his, then what is he to you? He’s a fan of your work too, but that’s not making him feel less about himself. You are in-love with him, and if you think you’re only in-love with him because he’s Chris Evans- you’re not as smart as I thought.” You sighed again and you heard her sigh too, “he’s still here, isn’t he? He wouldn’t be if he didn’t care for you.”
“Yeah, or maybe he’s here because of my stories.” You countered. “Maybe he’s here to see if I’m like the girl in the story he loves so much.” Her face prompted a point from your irrational thoughts. “So what if I’m not the girl he thought me to be? I can’t lose him, Ava. I’d rather have him in my life as a friend than not have him in my life at all.”
“You’re right,” she nodded and released your hands. “You’re nothing like the girl in the story.” You felt your eyes narrow at that, but you said nothing. “You’re a thousand times better.” She said and you smiled. “But- if you don’t want to take that risk and be with him then- don’t. It’s your choice and you know I’ll always respect your choices.” You smiled and gave her elbow a grateful squeeze. “Even if it’s dumb,” you heard her murmur under the breath as she disappeared into the kitchen.
“Yeah, I heard that!” You called, biting back your smile.
“Yeah, I meant for you to,” she called back.
A week later, after Ava had a similar but slightly more subtle conversation with Chris while you were in the shower, here he was at your door. Because Ava was right, as always; the two of you liked each other and it was for all the right reasons. It was completely understandable that what brought you together birthed some doubts and insecurities, but surely all of the time you’d spent together had cleared your minds of it.
Chris liked you- loved you even, and he was done being just friends. You were an amazing girl and if he left for nine months without telling you he loved you, and you got swept off your feet by another man- he would be devastated. Just like you were after reading the latest tabloids about him and Scarlett Johansson being a thing. Which was why-
“Chris,” you gasped when you opened the door. He took a step back, as stunned as you; he hadn’t expect you to open the door, nor did you expect him to be standing outside. “What are you doing here?” You asked, slinging the strap of your little purse over your shoulder as you glanced at your phone which had just buzzed in your hand.
“Oh um- I just…” He trailed off, swallowing, unable to say what he wanted to. He was nervous, and he was distracted because you were dressed up like you were going on a date. And you were- with Sam, a boy in your class- but you didn’t mention anything to Chris, which was why he was confused. “Where are you going?”
You didn’t want to tell him you were going on a date because a small part of you still held onto the hope that you had a chance with him. You were afraid- terrified even, that if you told him about Sam, that door would close forever. You thought about lying, until you remembered you read that he was allegedly dating his oldest friend and brilliantly talented co-star, Scarlett Johansson- a woman you could never, ever surpass. So why couldn’t you tell him? After all, what was the harm in telling him, your friend?
“I’m going on a date.” The words felt so heavy coming out of your mouth; the excitement you had when you agreed to coffee with Sam faded the second you saw Chris. “His name is Sam, he’s in my class.” The more you explained, the more Chris’ heart ached. He subtly slipped the letter into his back pocket and lowered the bouquet to his side; he was too late. “Are those…for me?” You quizzed with a raised brow.
“Uh- no,” he shook his head with a forced smile; he had to pretend he was okay because he didn’t want to ruin your date. “These are for Ava, she um- she mentioned the other day that her mom wasn’t doing too well, I think um- I don’t know, so…” He trailed off in a weary tone; he couldn’t even find it in himself to lie properly.
“What?” Your eyes narrowed with deep concern as you mentally questioned why your best friend didn’t mention anything to you. “That’s crazy. She didn’t-” Ava had heard the commotion and walked out from her room; she poked her head over your shoulder and you turned to her, frowning. “Your mom’s sick?” You asked. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because she’s not,” she answered, frowning.
“Didn’t you say she was um- she hurt her back or something?” Chris quickly spoke up; his eyes begged her to go along with his lie when you looked away from him. “I remember you feeling really down, which is why I brought you these.” He held out the bouquet and Ava took it, even though she knew the flowers were for you. “Anyway, I should go. Um-” he scratched the back of his neck, “I’ve got errands to run.”
“Stay, please,” Ava stopped Chris before he could run away. “I’d like to talk to you about something before you run off. Surely your errands can wait,” she said with a look in her eyes that only she and Chris understood.
Your phone buzzed in your hand again and you knew Sam had arrived and was waiting for you in his car downstairs. “You kids have fun, I gotta go. We’ll call your mom later and send my regards,” you suggested and Ava nodded. “Are you sure about this outfit?” You asked her, one final time before you left.
“Yes,” she smiled at you then looked over your shoulder at Chris, trying not to sigh at his heavy expression. She knew exactly how he felt, she’d had her fair share of seeing someone she loved with someone else. Oddly, she didn’t feel bad about seeing her best friend with her celebrity crush; that was just the kind of selfless person she was and you loved her for it. “You look beautiful.”
“Thanks, love.” You smiled then patted Chris’ arm as you brushed past him. He opened his mouth to stop you, but stopped himself before he could. He was too late, you looked happy and he couldn’t ruin that for you. “I’ll see the two of you later!”
The second you faded from view, Ava beckoned Chris inside; he walked in with slumped shoulders and heavy steps. She held the bouquet for him to take back then closed the door behind him. He stood in your living room, shuffling his feet as he tried not to kick himself at his bad timing.
“She’s only going on a date because she thinks you’re dating Scarlett Johansson,” Ava told him and his head shot up, a deep frown on his face. “Did you not see the tabloids? It’s everywhere, she was pretty bummed.”
“Why would I date Scarlett?” He frowned. “She’s one of my oldest friends, she’s like a sister to me. We don’t have that kind of a relationship.” Ava nodded in agreement because she’d told you the same thing. “I mean- we tried, but we realized we didn’t feel that way about each other. Wait- so she’s going on a date to spite me?”
“What? No! What is wrong with you?” Ava scolded then chuckled softly at his sheepish look. “She’s going on a date to distract herself from you. She likes you, Chris. If you can’t tell from the way she writes about you, then boy are you dumb. She’s just worried she’s not good enough for you, which is absolutely-”
“Ridiculous,” he finished for her. “Not good enough for me? What the fuck does that even mean? She’s amazing.” A smile formed on his lips as he began talking about you. “She’s so kind and sweet and beautiful and strong and funny and talented and-” he cut himself off, sighing. “And I’m in-love with her.”
“Yes you are,” Ava nodded. “And she’s in-love with you too.” She chuckled when she heard him sigh again, “relax. It’s not too late, she’s not even that interested in Sam. She’s just going because she’s too nice to tell him, ‘sorry, but I’m in-love with someone else.’ Just leave that letter you have in your pocket here and I’ll pass it on to her.”
Chris felt his eyes narrow as he reached into his back pocket, “how do you know that this is for her?” He asked as he pulled out the letter he’d spent days writing and refining; he didn’t know how you got stories out without hours. “Here,” he passed it to Ava, who took it with a light laugh.
“Because I’m a writer, and so far- this entire thing has been like a very adorable and very complicated little mini series.” She commented and he managed a smile. “But luckily for you, Chris, we’re over the hump. Things should be smooth sailing from here on out, as long as the two of you talk. God, if the two of you had just talked like I’d advised- this could’ve all been avoided. That poor boy, Sam wouldn’t lose the most wonderful girl to the perfect guy without explanation.”
“Thanks, Ava,” Chris smiled. “I can see why Y/N loves you so much, you are a good friend to her.”
“I’m her best friend,” Ava corrected with great emphasis and Chris nodded in acknowledgment with pursed lips; the tone Ava used said one thing and one thing only, “don’t fuck with my best friend or I’ll kill you”. Then she repeated it in words so Chris got the point, “which means I will kill you if you hurt her in any way, do you understand?”
“Believe me,” he assured her, “I’d kill me too if I hurt her.”
Jax stomped his way through Teller-Morrow, his eyes never straying from their position fixated straight ahead of him. He shoved the door to his room open and slammed it shut behind him so hard the picture frames hung up on his walls shook.
He couldn’t believe he had just seen you for the first time in so long. He couldn’t believe it had really been you. But most of all, he couldn’t believe you were with another man - from the looks of it, a better man.
His hands shook and his breathing felt uneven. Of course you had moved on. It had been months since you and Jax had been together. Hell, you hadn’t even laid eyes on each other in six months. Jax thought he was over you. God, had he thought he was finally over you. Then he saw you, and all those feelings he thought he had managed to drown out came flooding back. There you were, perfect as ever, and he had fallen for you all over again with just once glance. You were supposed to be his, that much he knew. But you had moved on with another man, some guy parading around in a suit by a designer Jax had almost certainly never heard of and probably couldn’t even pronounce the name of.
Jax let out a quick, heavy sigh. He was working himself up over nothing. He didn’t know this guy at all. He was probably perfectly fine and not nearly the asshole Jax was making him out to be in his head. So what if he was different than Jax. That didn’t make him better than Jax, and that damn sure didn’t mean he was better for you. You and Jax were perfect together. Even when everything else in his life was up in the air, Jax had always been sure of that.
You were meant to be with Jax, and he was going to find a way to remind you of that.
“Hey, uh, can I get a pack of those, too?”
The grocery store cashier glanced at Jax’s clothing, her eyes no doubt eyeing the letters on his cut with uncertainty. She turned and grabbed the pack of cigarettes from behind the counter.
“That all?” she asked, motioning to the cigarettes and the bouquet of roses lying in front of her.
Jax nodded his head and smiled awkwardly. He didn’t know what he was doing, but he was desperate to get you back. At least this was a start. He shook his head, wondering how he always seemed to get himself in these situations. You didn’t even like roses, but that’s all the store had, so they would have to do. Jax just hoped you appreciated the gesture.
He was formulating a plan in his mind that was almost sure to backfire, but he was hell bent on doing it anyway. Ever since he had seen you across the street a few days before, he hadn’t been able to get you off his mind. Not that you had ever really left it. He had been obsessing over you for months, and he thought he was finally starting to drown those thoughts out. But three days ago had ruined him once again. This time, though, he wasn’t going to let you go so easily.
He had messed everything up once before, and he was determined he would never do it again. He knew he still loved you, and he was hanging on to a hope and a prayer that you still loved him too. He knew he had to find out how you felt after all these months. So he was going to show up at your house unannounced and do just that.
Your eyes narrowed as you heard the unmistakable low rumbling sound of a motorcycle pulling into your driveway. “Jax?” you whispered to yourself. Surely you were just hearing things. Jax Teller wasn’t at your house. He wouldn’t show up - not now, after all these months apart, and especially not after he had seen you with another man. Things were over between the two of you. That much was clear.
You turned your eyes back to the television in front of you, convincing yourself that you just had Jax on your mind because you had seen him a few days ago. Truthfully, Jax Teller had never really left your mind. You tried to meet new people. You had even dated a few. But none of them felt right. Sure, your most recent fling was nice enough. He was everything Jax wasn’t, and that’s what you swore you wanted. But turns out, you didn’t want that at all. You knew things with this new guy would never really amount to anything. It had been a brief distraction, and that’s all it would ever be.
You had silently been obsessing over thoughts of Jax ever since you had laid eyes on that familiar head of blonde hair three days prior. You wanted to be happy without him. You wanted to be able to move on. You really did. Things were always so complicated with Jax. Nothing could ever just be simple. But moving on from him had been harder than you thought. You told yourself it would take some time but you would eventually no longer think about Jax Teller. He would disappear from your mind. But it had been six months, and there were no signs that was going to happen any time soon.
You sighed and leaned back against the couch. You were just imagining things. You shook your head and cursed yourself for even thinking Jax might show up at your door, especially after what had happened last time he had. You had all but told him to fuck off. He wasn’t coming back after that. His pride would never let him.
Jax pulled into your driveway and cut off his bike. He sat frozen on his bike for several minutes, wondering if this was a good idea or not. He glanced down at the roses in his hand. The last time he had shown up at your front door with no warning, you had told him to leave. You told him that he couldn’t just keep showing up. You were moving on without him, and you didn’t want him to keep coming around. He swallowed hard, shaking his head in some lame attempt to shake those thoughts out of his head. No matter what his brain told him, his heart knew this was what he had to do. He knew his pride was at stake, but that was a risk he was more than willing to take. He had to know how you felt about him, no matter the outcome. He could never move on if there was any possibility or chance you might still love him. He had to know, or he would never be able to move on from you. If he didn’t ask, he would never know.
He sucked in a deep breath and stood from his bike. It was now or never.
A loud knock on your front door brought you out of your thoughts. Your body tensed, and your breath caught. You turned to look at the door, your mind racing and your heart beating so fast it felt like it might pump itself straight out of your chest.
It couldn’t really be Jax…. could it?
“Hey,” Jax said breathlessly as soon as you opened the front door. Seeing you standing right in front of him for the first time in months made his breath catch. His chest felt tight, like his heart was breaking at just the sight of you.
“Hey,” you practically whispered. You knew you should be mad with him. How dare he show up unannounced after all this time? You were broken up. You were supposed to be dating other people now. Jax couldn’t keep inserting himself into your life like this.
“What are you doing here?” you asked finally after you and Jax had wordlessly stared at each other for what felt like an eternity.
Jax couldn’t help but notice how soft and loving your voice was when you spoke to him. Your eyes were wide and bright. You didn’t look angry at all. He knew he was likely overthinking everything, but he was going to take it as a good sign. You hadn’t raised your voice or told him to leave yet. That had to have meant something.
Your eyes landed on the beautiful bouquet of roses he held. “Why are you here, Jax?” you asked again. Deep down, you already knew the answer.
Jax had one question to ask you, and he was going to ask it quickly, knowing if he didn’t just say the words, they may never come out.
“Do you love me?” he blurted, locking eyes with you and hoping like hell that you would say yes.
You just stood there, stunned. “What?” you breathed, your voice so low you could hardly hear yourself speak.
“Do you love me?” Jax asked again. He swallowed hard, now realizing that he hadn’t considered what he would do if you answered ‘no’.
“I-” you stopped yourself, shaking your head in disbelief. Your head felt jumbled somehow, and every thought and belief you had been repeating to yourself for the last six months didn’t seem to make sense anymore.
“It’s a simple question, babe,” he told you, his blue eyes staring holes into you. He would never admit it to you, but it was taking everything he could manage to hold himself together. He was terrified you weren’t going to tell him what he had been dying to hear for months now.
Your hands shook, and your breathing felt too shallow as your heart pounded wildly behind your ribcage. You couldn’t remember now why you had been lying to yourself for so long. You nodded your head slowly, your eyes never moving from Jax’s. “Yes,” you answered, your words ringing in Jax’s ears.
Jax let out the breath he had been holding in. His hands were shaking uncontrollably, but he hadn’t noticed. All he could focus on was the sound of your voice telling him you still loved him echoing in his ears. “You love me?” he repeated, begging to hear that confirmation just one more time.
“I love you, Jax.”
Jax’s heart felt like it might actually explode as he enveloped you in a hug for the first time in too long.
A/N: This was requested by @dreamingofwinchesters! Hopefully you all love it! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! Don’t forget that you can submit headcanon requests! <3
After leaving the Winchesters for what they called a “normal-apple-pie-life”, you started to feel lonely during the holiday season. You liked how you now had a steady job, had your own house, and not being targeted by monsters was a plus. It was rare that any hunter go out of that life, but you were one of the few. In a way your life still felt unfulfilled and empty.
It was Friday, and Christmas was tomorrow. You sat on your couch, sipping on your hot cocoa. There was a flutter of wings to the side opposite of you. Your eyes quickly darted to the angel that stood beside the couch. You hadn’t seen him in a few years now, but it was so good to see him. You set your cocoa down on the coffee table beside you.
“Oh don’t get up on my account [Y/N],” Balthazar remarked with heavy sarcasm. “It’s only been three years since we’ve seen each other.”
Imagine Chris discovering just how much you love him. (Part C)
A/N: Part 2C = more sugar, more honey, and more fluff. ❤️ You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, and ‘She Said Yes’ - Masterlist; ‘Miss Graduate’: Part 1/Part 2A/2B)
Chris woke up to the sound of you throwing up in the bathroom. All that alcohol you consumed last night was finally making its way out of your system in the most awful way possible. He grabbed a box of tissues from his bedside table and walked to where you were, kneeling down next to you to grab a handful of your hair. He plopped the tissue box beside the toilet bowl then gently grabbed another handful of your hair with his other hand, holding it back as you continued to throw up.
“Get it all out, sweetheart,” Chris transferred all your hair into one hand, using the other to gently rub your back. “Let me guess,” he said before you could, “‘I’m never drinking again’?” You managed a light laugh and nodded before throwing up another load of fluids. “Yeah, okay. How about you finish throwing up so I can get some food and water into you?”
“I think I’m okay now,” you drew back from the toilet bowl and sat on the tiled floor, leaning against the bathtub when Chris released your hair and got to his feet. He wet a face towel for you while you leaned forward and pulled a few tissues from the box, wiping your mouth and tossing the scrunched up balls of tissues into the toilet bowl. “Why did you let me drink so much?” You quizzed as Chris wrung the warm face towel in his hand.
“It was your college graduation and you really only get one of those,” he shrugged then turned to you, descending to his knees in front of you. “And,” he gently wiped your face, “I did try to stop you. You called me a ‘party pooper’ and I got offended, so I let you do you.” You laughed then winced at the volume of your own laughter. “You’re okay, you’re young so you’ll recover faster. When I was twenty-two-”
“Ah yes, when was that again? Like a million years ago,” you teased him and he rolled his eyes with a bit back smile. “And I’m not twenty-two yet, thank you very much.” Another eye roll as he continued to dab your face. “I turn twenty-two soon, in two months actually. We’ve got your thirty-eighth, Ava’s twenty-first, and Seb’s thirty-seventh first. Then it’ll be my twenty-second, I’m the last out of the four musketeers.”
“As I was saying, you’ll recover fast. I mean-” he tried not to laugh as he teased you, “if you can talk as much as you just did, your hangover isn’t really that bad.” You giggled and slapped his arm, making him bellow with laughter and you grimace with a headache. “Shit, sorry.” He covered his mouth, shifting his loud laughter to a soft snicker. “C'mon, get up,” he got to his feet and helped you to yours. He put the lid down over the toilet bowl and flushed, instructing you to “go remove your makeup and have a shower. You’ll feel much better after, I promise. I’m going to go get breakfast ready while you do that.”
“Okay,” you yawned.
“Okay,” Chris chuckled, patting your butt before leaving you to it.
You closed the door behind him and stripped, stepping into the shower. You turned the water on and let it heat itself up, shuddering when the cold water splashed on your skin. Eventually, when the water warmed, you stepped under it and allowed the water to run down your body. Your memory was foggy, but you were pretty sure Chris woke you up in the middle of the night to tell you he loved you. You didn’t have a clue why, but you found yourself smiling anyway. That man was a romantic, that was for sure. The way he took care of you, so gentle and so caring- you couldn’t have asked for more in a lifelong partner.
When you finished your shower, you dried yourself and wrapped the towel around your body. You ran your hand over the fog on the mirror to give yourself a small space to see yourself. You cleansed your face, removing all the makeup you had on from the day before. You then admired your bare face, smiling. Before Chris, you didn’t feel beautiful without makeup. You knew you were pretty, but- you didn’t feel pretty most of the time. You saw yourself as average, basic- the kind you didn’t think people would look twice at unless you really dolled yourself up. But Chris? He didn’t make you feel like that, he made you feel as though you were the most beautiful girl he’d ever laid eyes on. That- now that was a feeling you’d never, ever get sick of.
“No barking, Dodger,” Chris instructed Dodger, who barked excitedly when he saw you walk into the kitchen. “Our poor girl’s got a bit of a hangover,” he pouted adorably at you and you snickered, reaching over to scratch Dodger’s head. “I got the cure right here,” he pointed the spatula over his shoulder, “pancakes and bacon, baby.”
“I looove pancakes and bacon,” you stated, letting an excited growl build in the back of your throat; Chris laughed. He turned back to the stove as you walked over, hugging him from behind. “Thanks for taking care of me, baby.” You kissed his shoulder blade. “You’re the best.” You rested your cheek against his back, smiling when he rubbed your arm with one hand.
“I’d beg to differ,” he replied and you pulled away, raising an eyebrow as you moved into his sight. “You’re the best,” he told you and you scrunched your face, facials asking “what did I do?” He chuckled, “the notebook?” He reminded you and you smiled. “I read it all last night, and yes,” he poked you with the spatula, “I cried like the cry baby I am.”
“So you did come and hug me in the middle of the night?” You asked and he nodded. “I thought it happened, but I wasn’t sure. Aw, sweetheart,” you chuckled when he wrapped his arms around you, enfolding you into a tight hug. “I love you,” you hugged him tightly too. “And I meant every word I wrote,” he loosened his grip so you could look up at him, “especially the last paragraph.”
“I know,” he nodded. “And I mean it when I say this, the feeling is mutual. I don’t care what I end up doing, or what I don’t end up doing 'cause- Y/N, nothing I achieve in my lifetime will compare to what I’ve achieved with you. Acting, directing- that is just a job, it’s a job. You, my darling, you are my life now.” You smiled, reaching to caress his face. “I don’t need anything but you. I don’t need an Oscar, or recognition for something other than Captain America-”
“You don’t need it, but you’ll get it anyway 'cause you deserve it.” You cut him off and he smiled, dipping his head to kiss you. “I love you,” you told him again when he broke the kiss. “I seriously, seriously love you.” You asserted and he nodded in acknowledgement, smiling as he booped your nose. “And we are going to get married,” you assured him when he pulled away from you. “You know that, right?”
“Of course I do,” he chuckled as he turned back to the stove. “I didn’t propose to you for nothing, darling.” He said and you pressed your lips together because he wasn’t hearing you. You were trying to talk about, as well as apologize for the long engagement as it was technically your call. He was ready to get married- he’d marry you tomorrow if it were his choice, but it wasn’t; it was yours and you wanted to wait a little longer. “Do you want eggs too?” He quizzed, glancing over at you.
“No, I’m okay,” you answered his question before continuing the previous topic. “And I wasn’t talking about getting married in general.” He turned to you with furrowed brows. “I meant like- 'I’m sorry I’m making you wait so long, we’re going to get married soon’.” His facials softened and he smiled, turning off the stove. “I know I’m being incredibly-”
“Don’t,” he shook his head. “I told you I’m okay waiting, that hasn’t changed.” You huffed with pursed lips, guilt pooled in your eyes. You knew he was just saying that because he was so nice about everything when it came to you. “Sweetheart,” he chuckled and cupped your face in his hands. “You do what you need to do, take all the time you need. Marriage or no marriage, I’m not going anywhere.”
“I know, but I can’t keep pushing it back.”
“You’re just pushing it back, you’re not running out on me.”
“I know, but we said after your Marvel contract ended and I graduated.” You reminded him and he gave you his 'what’s your point?’ face. “And your contract’s ended and I’ve graduated. That was what we agreed on, so- that is what we should proceed with, right?”
“Do you feel like you’re ready to get married now?”
“No,” you mumbled sheepishly. He pursed his lips and used his hands to do a 'see’ gesture. “But that’s not because of you!” You quickly protested, which made him laugh because like he didn’t already know that. “I just- there are some things I want settled before I settle with you.”
“I know, of course I know. Baby, I know you better than you know yourself which is why I want you to settle those things before you settle with me too. That was our original agreement, remember?” You knew he was referring to the letter he wrote you that professed his love; he told you he wanted you to pursue your dreams first. “Don’t worry about me, I’m capable of waiting. I’ve waited thirty-eight years, I can wait a little longer.”
“I don’t want you to wait any longer, Chris.” Your brows furrowed and he sighed. “There is no certainty in this industry, it could take me ten years to find even the slightest success. We can’t afford that,” you shook your head. “I love you, and I want to marry you and give you the life you deserve. I meant what I wrote, you are what’s important to me.” He smiled, taking your hand and giving it a light squeeze. “So give me until the end of the year, if nothing happens for me- we’ll start planning our wedding.”
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely,” you nodded with a smile, “my career can wait. This-” you gestured between the two of you as you squeezed his hand. “It can’t wait.” He leaned forward and kissed your forehead. “Plus-” you giggled as the two of you pulled away from each other, “I’m young, I’ve got lots of time. My man’s a lot older than I am,” you teased and Chris burst into laughter. “I want him to get married and have kids before he turns completely gray.”
“Watch it, kid,” he warned, playfully swatting your ass as he returned to his pan on the stove. You laughed and hopped up on the counter, watching him as he made a plate for you. “Here,” he held out the plate for you then pulled it away as you reached for it. “Uh uh,” he shook his head and you narrowed your eyes at him. “Not without a kiss first.” He pointed to his cheek and you rolled your eyes, leaning forward. “Ah hah,” he turned his head at the last minute, catching your lips instead.
“You’re a dork.” You laughed softly against his lips as you kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck as he lowered the plate on the table to place his hands on your waist. He moved in-between your thighs, letting his smile grow wider as the two of you continued to make out on the kitchen bench top. “You know I’ve still got a hangover, right?” You quizzed when his hands got a little suggestive.
“Mm hm,” he pressed his lips against your neck and hummed. “Which means you’re in need of a little Vitamin C,” he pulled back and winked with a smug smirk. His smirk turned into a eye-reaching smile when you threw your head back, laughing. He swept you off the bench and into his arms, bridal style, causing you to yelp in surprise. “We can have breakfast after, you’re more of a breakfast for lunch girl anyway.”
“If you say so, Evans,” you giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “After all,” you felt a similar smug smirk surface as he carried you towards the stairs, “who am I to argue with the guy who knows me better than I know myself?”