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“When we were first recording the Rumours record, we spent two months in Sausalito at the Record Plant, and as far as I’m concerned that’s when we actually recorded the record. It took another eight months after that, but the tracks were all done there. Um, while they’re doing all kinds of stuff and there’s nothing for me to do, I went next door to Sly Stone’s studio within the building, this big like black and red room with a kind of a stairway that went down into this like kind of tunnel thing where people would set up and play around this like light house sort of setup. And I took my little Fender Rhodes piano in there and I wrote ‘Dreams’. And I spent about an hour in there, and then I went back in to Fleetwood Mac and actually was brave enough to just play, play it for them, cause I really thought it was good, and uh, and they liked it and we recorded it that night. That is the story of ‘Dreams.”

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Imagine Chris trying not to break his promise.

A/N: This was meant to be a one shot, but um- I have a feeling I have another mini series on my hands. Oh God, forgive the bad timing. 😂 It probably won’t be a full-blown mini series, just a few parts. 🤷🏻‍♀️ I’ll see the comments then I’ll decide.

Chris stood outside your apartment block, leaning against his car as he waited for you to show. It was the same drill every morning, ever since your script was bought by Paramount and he was hired to be the director. You didn’t drive and Chris was- well, he was a good guy with a heart of gold; he was always more than happy to go out of his way to drive Sebastian Stan’s baby sister. It was more because of his fond feelings towards you than a favor to his best friend that he was making these detours. And speaking of Sebastian, Chris couldn’t help but think back to what your brother had instructed him to do about his feelings for you.

“Shove it somewhere no one will find, not even you.” Sebastian had told him. “Her career is just blossoming, Chris. It’s bad enough people think Paramount bought her script because of me, if they find out the two of you are…” Sebastian didn’t have to finish his sentence because Chris knew exactly what people would say if they found out you were dating him; the director hired to make your first script into a movie. “I know you care about her, so don’t do this to her.”

Chris sighed because he knew Sebastian was right, he couldn’t let his being with you overshadow your first big break. So he made a promise, a promise that kept him from making a move until the filming and the press tours were done. He’d been just friends with you for so long, what was another six months? It wasn’t like he hadn’t told you how he felt and you could’ve been taken from him at any second; you knew exactly how he felt and you’d told him you felt the same way. You just shared your brother’s concerns and asked politely if the two of you could remain friends until the movie was done and all the dust had settled.

Chris spotted you as soon as you walked out of your apartment building. He chuckled because he could tell from the way your earphones were in, you had forgotten the drill again. You didn’t forget, you just expected him not to drive an hour out of his way to come get you because you’d told him time and time again you were fine taking the bus or a cab. But time and time again, he’d show up at your door ready to pick you up for work.

You were listening to Taylor Swift’s ‘I Know Places’, trying hard not to wince at the irony of your situation. Her song was the perfect depiction of your current relationship with Chris, though it had not yet blossomed as you didn’t know places you could hide away with him. You wished you did, but you knew it wouldn’t have been that simple even if you did; it was never simple when you were constantly under the limelight. The limelight that was worst now that you were starting to make a name for yourself, and not just known as Sebastian Stan’s baby sister. You liked Chris, but you didn’t want to throw your career away before it even started. You couldn’t, especially when being a screen writer was everything you’d ever wanted since you were a little kid. You could still remember how you would write little skits and Sebastian would act it out; your brother was always so supportive of you, you couldn’t disappoint him now.

“Good morning,” Chris stepped in front of you as you started to walk past him. You jumped back, yelping, then huffed when you realized it was just Chris. “Sorry,” he chuckled, gently pulling your earphones from your ears. “I forget that you always have your music up really loud.” He passed you the cables and you chuckled, unplugging it from your phone and stuffing it into your bag. “I see you forgot you have a personal chauffeur.”

“I see you went in the wrong direction again,” you quipped and he laughed. “You know you don’t have to do this every morning, I’m perfectly fine taking public transport.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “I am an hour out of the way, Chris. I’m dragging you out of bed way too early, you-”

“You need to realize that I’d drive two hours out of my way for you,” he cut you off with a smile and you found yourself smiling along with him. “Now,” he slapped his hands together, rubbing them with delight. “Have you had breakfast? 'Cause I haven’t and Frank’s Bistro is,” he threw his thumb over his shoulder, “calling.”

“Do we have time?” You asked and he nodded without even glancing at his watch. “Chris,” you laughed, grabbing his wrist to look at the time. It was 7:30AM, and neither of you had to be at the studio until 10AM. As the drive was- from your place- one hour and forty minutes, the two of you had time for breakfast. “Okay,” you released his wrist and he smiled, moving beside you as the two of you walked down to Frank’s. “Breakfast is on me.”

“I prefer breakfast on a plate,” he leaned in and teased with a whisper in your ear, “but I’m more than happy to have you after.” You blushed, but laughed as you shoved him playfully. “Aren’t you glad Seb isn’t here to keep me in check?”

“No,” you tried not to smile as you bit, making Chris laugh so hard he grabbed his left pec. “It’d be much better if he were here,” you said out loud, then thought to yourself when you felt your heart flutter at the sight of Chris, “'cause you’re not the only one that he needs to keep in check.”


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After Frank’s famous Belgian waffles, you and Chris sipped on chai teas and chatted. You still had time before you had to start the drive, and with Chris’ driving- you could afford a few extra minutes. It was always nice to spend time with Chris. You’d been a fan of him since his Johnny Storm days so one could only imagine your excitement when you heard your big brother was going to be working with him on Captain America.

The first time you met Chris was on the set, after weeks of bugging Sebastian- he finally agreed to take you. He was very hesitant about bringing you along knowing how badly you crushed on his co-star. Sebastian had always been a very protective older brother because of the ten year age gap, if he could- he would’ve kept you from all the bad in the world. Of course this didn’t mean he thought Chris was bad, he just wasn’t mentally ready to see you with a guy; a guy he saw you having forever with. He knew you’d bug him to bring you onto the set eventually, so he spent the weeks leading up to that moment to scout Chris out. It was the first time he’d worked with Chris Evans and he needed to know if he was good enough for his baby sister; it didn’t take long, just like it didn’t take long for you and Chris to become close.

Seven years of friendship might make one question why you and Chris didn’t date before you made your big break. You could blame Sebastian’s overprotectiveness, but that wasn’t the main reason. Yeah, he didn’t want you to date Chris until you turned twenty-three at most. But even after you did, you didn’t feel ready to be in a relationship with someone as futuristic and intense as Chris. It wasn’t a bad thing to be because you were the same, you just knew if you’d gotten together with him at the wrong time- you’d lose an amazing guy who you could easily marry and have kids with. You wanted the timing to be perfect, and just as it came close- your script sold and Chris became your director, killing all chances of dating him for a while.  

“I know we’ve been friends for a while now,” Chris began and you tuned back into the conversation. “But I still feel like you haven’t told me everything there is to know about yourself. So what are you hiding from me, Miss Stan?”

“Please,” you laughed. “We’ve been friends for seven years, you know everything there is to know about me. Even some incredibly personal and blackmail worthy details,” you reminded him and he suppressed laughter at all the deep, dark secrets he’d found out about you over the years. “I’m an open book, Mr. Evans.”

“As open as you are, I’m sure there’s a hidden chapter somewhere.”

“Nope, not this girl,” you shook your head. “What you see is what you get.”

“Well, if you ever think of anything,” he smiled, “You know I’m always here for you, right?”

“Yeah, I know,” you reached over the table and patted his hand, “you’re a really good friend.”

“Friend,” he repeated, grimacing. You rolled your eyes with a bit back smile because you knew he was just being overdramatic; he knew very well where he stood when it came to you and your feelings. “Wow, that- that is really hurtful, Y/N. I mean- I’ve professed my love for you and you hit me with a 'you’re a really good friend’. That is stone cold,” he pressed his hand to his heart, “you’re breaking my fragile heart.”

“Like you believe you’re in the friend zone.”

“I’m not your boyfriend, so…” He trailed off, pressing his lips together to hide his smile. You rolled your eyes and he laughed, reaching over the table to take your hand in his. “Maybe Seb really needs to be around when we hang out. What do you think about changing our male lead?” He joked and you laughed, but your eyes remained on Chris’ hand playing with yours. “What’s going on in that pretty little brain of yours?” He asked, squeezing your hand to catch your gaze.

“Pretty little brain of mine?” You scoffed, pulling your hand away. He chuckled as you said, “that seems slightly offensive, Mr. Feminist.” You knew he didn’t mean offense, he’d never do anything to offend you ever. “Let’s see, what goes on in this pretty little brain of mine.” You smirked at him as you repeated his phrase and he winced with a smile. “Well, story ideas- but that’s obvious.” He nodded. “Fluffy puppies like Dodger.” He smiled. “Gummi Bears.” He chuckled. “And one very handsome man.”

“One very handsome man by the name of Chris?” He smirked.

“Oh my God,” you gasped, “how’d you know I was thinking about Chris Pratt?

"Oh wow,” he tried not to laugh as he feigned offense. “That is- wow, Y/N. Low blow.”

“No,” you reached for his hand and smiled sweetly. “There’s only one Chris I think about.” He smiled as you entwined your fingers with his. “It’s not Pratt, or Pine, or Hemsworth.” His smile widened and you tried not to laugh as you wiped that smile off his face with, “it’s Chris Wood.”

“Very funny,” he rolled his eyes and you giggled, drawing your hand back. There was a short moment of silence that brought the two of you to the reality of your situation, saddening you and Chris. “This is a lot harder than I thought it’d be,” he admitted, licking his dry lips.

“Me too,” you sighed.

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Part 2

I just love you so fucking much

(Zach Dempsey mini-series part II)

Part I Part III

A/N: Here you have a second part, I think I’m going two more parts (like a mini series) so enjoy it :)

Warnings: English is not my first language.

Words: 1.793

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It had been almost four months since Zach asked me out that wonderful day and I’m glad to say that I made the right decision because being with him was the best thing that had happened to me in a long time.

I already knew how kind he could be, but now it was something totally different, he made me feel like if there were no one else in this world but us, he always had a compliment for me in the mornings and the thing I liked the most was that he never tried to hide our relationship, in fact, there were times that it looked like he wanted everyone to know that we were together.

Nevertheless I didn’t like spending time with his friends, I have to say that Alex was my favourite and we used to talk in school, Justin was better than I expected, Monty thought he was better than everyone else and I didn’t even want to see Bryce, having him around made me feel uncomfortable.

Even though everything was ideal there was something around my head lately and it was the fact that we hadn’t done it yet. There had been so many opportunities, but we didn’t make it to the end.

We were taking things slowly and I loved it because that was one of the reasons why our relationship was drama free, bit when it came to that particular thing I couldn’t help but feel bad with myself because it was always him the one who avoided the situation and I knew he had been in other relationships and one night stands, so I couldn’t understand why he didn’t want to have sex with me.

“Oh come on love” he begged pulling my hand backwards in his direction so I could face him “come to the party, you never come to any of them” he was making a puppy face, something he knew that always worked.

“Maybe because I don’t like parties and because you always get drunk” I answered trying to stay firm.

“I promise, if you come I won’t drink a single cup” he said lifting his hand, like he was doing an oath.

“I don’t know Zach… I don’t feel like going to a party” I stopped looking at him and I lowered my tone “but that doesn’t mean you can’t go and have fun”

If there were something I wanted to avoid that was being a possessive girlfriend, one who deprives his boyfriend of things if she’s not involved, I didn’t want to make Zach stop having fun because of my insecurities.

“I would have fun if you were there” I looked at him in the eyes again, with all the love I had to give him with just a look and he brought his lips to mine immediately.

“I’m going to be late for math” I mumble between kisses.

“Then I’ll see you later” he said before giving me another kiss in my lips and other in my forehead, he let my hand go and left for his next class.

I walked to math where I sat with Alex, which wasn’t a great help because neither him nor me were good in this class.

While we were doing the exercises the teacher had said, and I had to say I was trying really hard to understand something in that paper, Alex talked.

“Are you going to tell me what the matter is?” I lifted my head to look at him, I didn’t get what he was talking about “You’re awfully quiet today and what’s even worst, you’re trying to do this exercises, something is really wrong” I sighed, resting my back in the chair; I didn’t think it was so obvious.

“Normally I wouldn’t say this to anyone, I’m not that kind of person who talks about her private life, but since you know Zach longer than me, maybe you can help me with something” I lowered my voice so no one could hear us, even though we were sitting at the back of the class.

“I’m listening”

“The thing is… Zach and me, we haven’t… you know” I didn’t want to say it out loud, but he got what I was trying to say “and it’s always him the one who makes some excuse to avoid the situation and I’m losing my mind trying to find a reasonable answer”

“Have you asked him?” he said it as if it was the most obvious thing to do.

“Of course no, I don’t want to scare him or something. I mean, it’s Zach, why wouldn’t he want to do it? I know his history perfectly”

“Do you think he’s cheating on you?”

“What?!” I exclaimed in a whisper “Not until now, thank you Alex”

I didn’t want Alex’s words to get to me, but unfortunately it was too late, they were setting a camp in my head and taking control of my insecurities.

“I’m sorry, I thought you were trying to say that” I couldn’t be mad at Alex for suggesting that, I’m sure that’s the first thing you think about in a situation like this.

The bell rang and I got my things really quick to get out of there before Zach came to pick me up like he always did between classes.

I didn’t want to overreact because I hated when that happened, but I couldn’t help the feeling inside me telling me to go home, so I listened to it and I left without saying a word.

There were no one at home, so I went upstairs to my room and once I was there I let myself fall on my bed with my hands on my face, like if that could make reality disappear, I was making a big deal of this.

My phone rang again, it’s been ringing since I left, calls and messages form the same person, Zach. I hadn’t read the messages, but I could imagine he wanted to know where I was and what was going on and as much I wanted to avoid the situation I couldn’t do it forever, so I took my phone and I read the messages, replying to them just with “I’m home.”

I didn’t get an answer, but I knew why and when I heard someone knocking at my door I confirmed my doubts.

I went downstairs and opened, when I saw him I noticed how worried he was, but he didn’t say anything due to the expression on my face. I step aside so he could come inside and I closed the door, going to my room again followed by Zach this time.

When I heard he closing the door I turned to look at him, trying to prepare myself for what I was going to say.

“Zach… are you cheating on me?” I pushed my lips together after asking that, I didn’t want to cry for this.

“What?! Of course not, why would you think that?” he asked sorting the space between us and trying to grab my hand, which I moved away.

“Because I don’t know what to think, I’m losing my head trying to understand why every time we’re about to do something more than just make out you stop and make some excuse to leave” his expression was confusion, he was going to say something, but he closed his mouth again “If you don’t want me you just have to say it, but please… don’t make me fall more for you” my voice was cracking more and more by the second “Because I will suffer more when you leave” He sighed and looked me right in the eyes, putting his hands on my cheeks.

“In what world I wouldn’t want you?” he asked looking from my eyes to my lips and back to my eyes again, like if he was doing a big effort by not kissing me right now.

“Then why?”

“Because I love you” my heart stopped in that exact moment, he was the first of us to say those words “and I didn’t want you to think that you were like the rest, because you’re nothing like them”

I put my arms around his neck and I kissed him like I’ve never kissed him before. He brought his hands to my waist and kissed me back passionately making both of us breathless.

“I love you Zach” I said just a few inches from his lips just before he kissed me again.

I felt him smile widely while we were kissing due to my words and I couldn’t help but giggle and break the kiss.

With his arms around my waist he lifted me from the ground; I put my legs around his waist and laughed even more. He walked to my bed, tripping over my bag in the process and making us fall in the mattress.

“You were supposed to be the clumsy one” he said, still on top of me.

“We can share the title” I answered cupping his face between my hands and kissing him.

His kisses were different from the usual, this time they were more passionate and needed, which turned me on so much.

I put my hands on his shoulders, grabbing the neck of his letterman jacket with my hands and taking it off of him.

Then I slide my hands down his torso until I reached the end of his t-shirt and I got my hands under the fabric so I could touch his warm skin. He kissed his way through my lips to my neck making me moan a little and lifting his shirts quickly.

He sit himself straight to take the shirt off completely and I could look at his spectacular body, which a loved feeling on mine.

He put his hands in the sides of my head again, but before he kissed me again I enclosed my arms around his neck and made us roll on the mattress so I would be on top of him.

I looked at him, smiling like a fool when I saw his smile. I sorted the distance to kiss him, but this time slowly, just enjoying the friction between his lips with mine.

I stopped the kiss to look at him again, caressing the soft skin on his cheeks.

“What’s wrong?” he asked

“Nothing” I stopped for a second “I was just looking how lucky I am” I whispered.

He put his hands on my hips while he sat straight under my legs, in that position our faces were at the same height, but I can swear my heart was above the clouds.

“Oh god I just love you so fucking much” he said with a waspy voice before he sweetly kissed me again.

A typical morning for you consisted of you rolling out of bed at around 9, stumbling to the bathroom to do your business, give your face a quick rinse and your teeth a quick brush, and then pad downstairs slowly to see what you could nibble on for breakfast. Whenever Harry was around, you’d wake up to smell of bacon and the sound of crackling. However, when Harry had to leave home for a couple months, you’d find that two slices of toast with jam on top filled you up just fine. 

This morning, you woke up feeling particularly rejuvenated. You flipped over onto Harry’s side, your arm tucked underneath his pillow as you snuggled up to it. It still smelled like him even if the last time he was here was about two and a half months ago. Odd… The ‘Harry’ smell seemed a lot stronger than usual. You missed Harry terribly when he had to go off, but you knew what you had signed up for when Harry first asked you to be his girlfriend. So, really - You couldn’t complain. You could whine, but you couldn’t complain. 

As you rolled up the blinds, you couldn’t help but notice how pretty it looked outside. The sun was peeking out from behind a nest of clouds, the trees were looking very green and lush, and the rose bushes you had been tending to looked as rosy as ever! Maybe today was going to be a good day! You had the whole house to yourself and you couldn’t wait to unwind on the couch with a bowl of cereal and your eyes glued to the TV screen. 

You hummed to yourself as you padded down the stairs, your brows furrowing at the sight of the remote control sitting on the arm of the couch rather than its usual place on the coffee table. You’d watched TV last night, maybe you just left it on the arm? 

“Silly me.” You snorted, picking it up and setting it down on the table. Walking into the kitchen, you wondered to yourself what kind of cereal you were in the mood for today. Cinnamon toast crunch? Or maybe those tiny chocolate chip cookies? Honey coated cornflakes didn’t sound half bad either. What if you mixed all three? Iconic, that’s what I am. 

“Mornin’, love.” As you made your way over to the cupboards, you glanced over towards the direction of the fridge to see Harry snacking on something. 

“Morning.” You smiled, rummaging through the cupboards to find all three of your- Wait. “What the hell??” You whipped around, your eyes popping open at the sight of your beanie-sweater-wearing, ring-bearing boyfriend casually standing by the fridge as if he hadn’t just disappeared for nearly three months. 

“I finished the cornflakes, I’ll pick up a new box later.” Harry murmured through a mouthful of food, dusting his hands off. There was a moment in which the two of you were just staring at each other, you were still in shock, and Harry was eyeing the shirt (his shirt) you were wearing before looking up at you with his dopey smile. “Aren’t yeh gonna come and gimme a kiss? ‘ve been gone for a hot minute.” 

“Oh my god!” You couldn’t help but squeal before you found yourself dashing over to Harry, practically tackling him in a hug before peppering his face with light kisses. “What are you doing here?” You pulled away, pressing your hands against his chest gently as you felt his arms wrap around your waist. (His arms had gotten a lot beefier, you had noticed. And his chest was definitely more muscle-y.)  

“I live here, Y/N. I bought this house for us.” Harry teased, reaching up to tuck a strand of loose hair behind your ear. 

“You know what I mean…” 

“I’m done.” He said simply, leaning in to give you a sweet kiss. 

“You’re done?” You asked softly, your lips parting in genuine shock. After so many months of Harry working his butt off and never having any time for you… He was done? 

“Mhm. I don’ have to travel anywhere… I’ll be working from home. Didn’t like having to abandon you for a couple months at a time.” He pouted, “Plus, I know for a fact you never eat healthy when I’m not around.” 

“It’s not my fault Panda Express is a ten-minute walk away from us.” You laughed lightly, shrugging as you did so. “I’m just… You’re home.” You whispered, Harry nodding before giving you another quick kiss. 

“Now, c’mon. We’ve got a lot of catching up to do! I’d like to see you in that pretty little lingerie set in real life as opposed to on my screen.” 

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Imagine:

That prior to your break-up a few months ago, you and Harry dated for almost three years. Your relationship to one another was the only serious relationship either of you had ever had. It was so serious in fact, that Harry had been working with a jewelry designer for your engagement ring. However, before he could ask you to be his wife one day soon, you two had a huge fight and you decided that maybe it was time to take a break from each other. 

The fight wasn’t about cheating or even the distance that you two have experienced over the years. It was more about how your lives seemed to be going in different directions. 

Harry had his first solo album coming out, his first major film, and a tour later that year. While you had just finished up at University and were looking into finding a job that you loved. 

Over your relationship with Harry, you were able to travel with him most of the time when it came the Summer months and other breaks at University, but you knew that once you found a job, you more than likely wouldn’t be able to as much. You also started to realize all the things you hadn’t accomplished yet that you’ve always wanted to do. 

Mostly because if you weren’t studying and doing homework, you were tagging along with your Boyfriend on tour. Which was amazing and gave you the opportunity to travel, but you didn’t really get to enjoy a lot of those places because you were only there a limited time or because fans made it impossible to leave the hotel. 

You also knew that one day you’d want to get married and have a family and while you were still young, a lot of people you knew were already in those chapters of their lives. 

So, all of this was going through your mind and you started to feel as if being with Harry meant you had to give up your dreams in order to be there for him while he lived his. 

Fast forward to the first time you saw him since your break-up, it was at a mutual friend’s birthday party and you knew that Harry would be there. You were nervous because you weren’t sure if you should just ignore him or talk to him. 

Harry had already been at the party for a good while. He kept looking around for you because he knew that you would be there. He felt nervous because he wasn’t sure how to act around you. When you told him how you felt and that you needed your own space, it broke his heart, but he understood your reason why. 

He was talking with a group of friends when someone said your name as you walked into the room. Harry looked over in your direction and watched you as you talked to other people. 

You looked beautiful and he noticed that you were wearing one of the necklaces he had given you on your first year anniversary. He smiled a bit at that and thought that maybe, maybe one day you two would find your way back to one another. 

Imagine Chris admitting he’s still in-love with you.

A/N: Lol, what’s a hiatus? This is based on Ed Sheeran’s ‘Happier’ in his new album ‘Divide’. First of all, I’m in-love with that album. If you haven’t heard it, go listen to it right now. Actually, listen to the song while you’re reading this. I promise that it’ll trigger all the feels in the world. I know I usually write happy stuff, but this song is too good not to write to so- here’s a little bit of angst for y'all. (Relax, it ends sweet.) Grab some tissues. X

“Why are you doing this to yourself, man?”

“I just have to see her, Scott,” Chris mumbled into the phone; his brother sighed on the other end. “This month has been terrible and-” he cut himself off with a shake of his head. “I just have to see her,” he repeated. “She’s the one person I want to see right now.”

“And she’s the one person that doesn’t want to see you right now, Chris,” he painfully reminded Chris; this time is was Chris’ turn to sigh. “You broke her heart, the least you can do is let her move on in peace. Don’t go to that bar, turn around and go home. You’re not going to feel better seeing her happy with someone else, just go home.”

There was a short moment of silence where Chris stopped and thought about what Scott was telling him. He knew himself and he knew was going to the bar anyway, but he thought about it. “Do you think I’m ever going to happy again?” He heard himself ask; he was doubtful without you in his life, but he could use a lie.

“Yes,” Scott answered. “Now go home, Chris.”

Chris hung up and continued down 29th and Park, ignoring both Scott’s advice and the better part of him. He made his way towards Carlson’s Bar where he knew you’d be supporting your best friend’s band, just like any other typical Friday night. His heart ached when he remembered that just a month ago, he was the one you took with you to Spencer’s show and now it was Nick; a co-worker that’d wasted no time to claim the opportunity of a lifetime that Chris so carelessly tossed aside. It was his fault, Chris knew that. He’d done quite a bit to hurt you in the three years you were together, he had thought he’d a lifetime to make it up to you; he didn’t. As much as you loved him, you couldn’t spend your entire life waiting on him to commit.

Chris turned the corner and stopped dead in his tracks; his blue eyes well with tears when he saw you in another’s arms. He was expecting it, but nothing could have braced his heart for what he laid eyes on. You were smiling, brighter than he’d seen in a while. Nick tightened his grip on you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear to make you laugh because there was no sound better than your laughter. Chris remembered when he used to do that, he used to be able to make you happy. He didn’t know when or why he stopped, he just knew it was the biggest mistake of his life. If he could go back, he would change everything so you’d be with him looking as happy- if not, happier than you were right now with Nick.

“Stop,” you laughed, squirming away from Nick’s clean shaven nuzzles. You tried not to let your smile falter when your heart reminded you of how Chris’ beard felt against your skin when he playfully nuzzled you. “Let’s go inside, it’s freezing out here.”

“Okay,” Nick smiled and pulled away from you to take your gloved hand.

You smiled as Nick held the door open for you. He was perfect, but it didn’t stop your mind from thinking of your Friday nights with Chris. It was never that simple with him, he always found a way to postpone joining the crowd because he preferred one on one time with you. He’d purposely walk slower or pretended he left something in his car so you’d have to turn back, only to find out that what he left was a kiss. As you walked inside, you found yourself remembering the way Chris would counter your “let’s go inside, it’s freezing out here” with a tighter hug that would “keep you warm, sweetheart.”

The more you thought about Chris, the worst you felt about being with Nick. It’d only been a month since you broke things off with him, how could be with someone else already? You spent three years with the man, the least you could’ve done was wait a little longer before you started to move on. Though it wasn’t likely that you were ever going to move on with anyone; Chris had ruined you for other men. If he had just shut up and committed, instead of making excuses and stalling- you’d be with him right now. You liked Nick, but your feelings for him were never going to compare with what you felt- still felt, despite how broken he left you- for Chris. He was the one for you, just as you were for him; the sad thing was he didn’t realize it until you walked out the door.

“I’m going to go grab a drink,” Nick told you and you nodded. “Do you want anything?” You shook your head; the last thing you needed was alcohol in your system. “Okay, I’ll be right back.” He gently squeezed your arm then disappeared into the crowd.

You scanned the room for familiar faces; it was the same group every Friday night. Spencer’s and yours mutual friends, as well as his other group of friends and his co-workers. It was always a good night, but it wasn’t until the first Friday night without Chris that you realized it was only always a good night because of him. You felt your vision blur as your heart wrenched in your chest; you really needed to get out of there.

The cold outside felt more inviting than the warm, slightly easing the emotional grief you’d been carrying on your shoulders since you broke up with Chris. The past month had been incredibly difficult for the both of you. The experience was about the same, neither of you liked living by yourself after living with each other for the past two years. It felt like a punch to your gut when you’d wake up without him by your side; the apartment you were now living in felt like it was constantly trying to suffocate you with isolation and loneliness. Every day, you’d wake up wondering if leaving him was the right thing to do. A month had passed and you still didn’t know if you were happier now, or happier with him.

“Y/N,” you heard Chris’ voice and you flinched. You shook your head, not wanting to turn around because there was no- “Y/N,” his hand wrapped around your wrist and he turned you around; you swallowed the urge to start crying.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, yanking your wrist out of his grip. You knew you’d break if he continued to touch you, you’d just melt right back into his arms despite everything he’d put you through. “We said clean break,” you reminded him.

“No.” He shook his head, his pretty blues glistened under the flickering street lights. “You said clean break, I told you I didn’t want to break up.” You turned away from him, taking slow, deep breaths; he didn’t need to see you cry.

“You didn’t want to commit either,” you bit as you turned back to him. “We were together for three years, Chris. We lived together for two. But still, whenever you were asked- you couldn’t admit you were in a relationship. You went out and partied like a bachelor, traveling the world like you had no one waiting on you at home.”

“Y/N, it was part-”

“It’s part of your job,” you cut him off. “Yeah, I know. That was always the excuse, wasn’t it?” Tears rolled down your cheeks and you quickly wiped them away. “I didn’t know being an actor meant you couldn’t be a boyfriend- that you couldn’t be a husband. But I do now, so- thank you, I’ll know better next time than to fall in-love with an actor.”

“I was just trying to protect you-”

“From what?” You scoffed. “From the media, from your fans? Newsflash, Chris- I knew what I was getting into when Captain freakin’ America asked me out. I didn’t need protection, I needed you to be proud to be in a relationship. I stood by you through everything; your work schedule, the distance, the tabloids and the rumors because- I loved and trusted you. But I guess all that wasn’t enough to be able to be Chris Evans’ girlfriend. You say you were protecting me, but you were just protecting yourself from commitment.”

“I know,” he nodded, agreeing with you for the first time. “I was stupid,” he said, taking your hands in his. “I wasn’t ready to settle down. I thought if I kept it from the media then- it wouldn’t be real and if we ever broke up- I wouldn’t have to deal with it. I thought if I could just get through my Marvel contract then- I don’t know, Y/N! I don’t know what I was thinking, I just-” He started to cry, making you cry. “I made a mistake, I was an idiot who didn’t know any better. But I do now, I am so in-love with you and I can’t- I can’t do this without you.”

“Am I meant to just forgive you?” You didn’t pull your hands away because you’d missed his touch. “You broke my heart, Chris,” you told him and he nodded in acknowledgment. “Do you know how much it sucked hearing people talk about how I was in a relationship with a man who couldn’t even admit he was taken? Do you know how much it hurt to see you with a fan who thinks it’s okay to get touchy because you’re apparently single? Do you realize how many of my friends’ weddings we’ve attended in our three years together? I can’t keep waiting for you to commit, Chris. I don’t want to,” you shook your head.

“I know, I’m sorry- I’m so sorry, Y/N. I just- I know how much I’ve hurt you, but I also know that no one is going to love you as much as I do. I made a mistake, that’s all- and I’m going to spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Just-” he pulled you into a tight hug, burying his face into the crook of your neck. “Please,” he begged, crying. “Please let me.”

“I’m with Nick,” you cried softly, fighting the urge to just hug him back. It broke your heart to see him like this, and God- you just wanted to kiss his sorrows away. “I’m with someone else, Chris.” You repeated and he started crying harder, clutching onto you like you were his oxygen. “I can’t-” you gently pushed Chris away, “it’s not fair on him.”

“I know,” he whispered, wiping his tears away with the back of his hand. “And it’s not fair on you either, you deserve better than me.” You tried not to cry at that. “Are you happier with him?” He asked and cupped your face in his hands, gently brushing your tears away.

“Yes,” you lied with a nod.

“Okay,” he managed a smile. “Just know that- If he breaks your heart, I’m going to be waiting right here for you.” You nodded, crying softly as Chris pressed a kiss against your forehead. “I’ll see you, Y/N.” He said as he reluctantly pulled his hands away.

You closed your eyes as he walked off into the night because you knew you’d run after him if you watched him leave. You’d rather be with Chris, everyone- including Nick, who had watched the whole thing go down from the inside- knew that. So why didn’t you go with him? Why were you so stubborn? Why didn’t Chris stay and fight for you? Nick didn’t get it, none of your friends watching did. Then, it was as though a jolt of lightning went off in both yours and Chris’ brains. You opened your eyes and started towards his direction, just as he turned around and ran back towards you. You met halfway and shared an embrace that ended in a kiss so passionate and deep that on lookers blushed.

“I’m happier with you,” you whispered when Chris broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours.

“And I’m only happy with you,” he responded then kissed you again, smiling. “Come with me to the premiere of Gifted,” he told you. “We’ll walk the carpet together, we’ll announce our engagement.” You felt your eyes narrow at that, but you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face; it was finally happening. “Just let me show you off to the world, let me tell everyone I’m taken.”

“But we’re not engaged,” you chuckled softly.

“Not yet,” he smiled. “The ring’s at home so I can’t-”

“Yes,” you nodded and his smile widened. “Yes, I’ll marry you.” You told him and he hugged you tightly, breathing you in. The engagement was long overdue, he wished he’d done it earlier so he didn’t cause you as much grief as he did but- he was happy things ended the way it did.

“I’m never letting you go again.”

“Me neither,” you agreed, smiling.

Harry could barely focus on his work. How could he? He knew you were probably doing this on purpose too, leaving the bathroom door open just a little while you took a shower. It was basically an open invitation for him to join you in there, but he had to control himself. 

Days ago, he had made the remark (it was more of a bet, really) that he could survive a whole two weeks without sex, but good god, it was getting hard. And he was only six days in! He didn’t know why this was a good idea in the first place. He so desperately wished you’d cave in first, but you had always been a competitive person, so that clearly wasn’t going to happen. You told him that if he gave in before his two weeks were up, he’d be the one doing the laundry for a month. Between the two of you, there was a lot of laundry. 

Nope. You’ll be fine, Harry. Just keep your attention on the screen. You have a lot of emails to send today - And you have to come up with a grocery list later. Y/N asked you to pick something up for her.. Right, it was that shea butter lotion she likes so much.. The one she’s probably rubbing all over herself right no- “Damn.” Harry muttered to himself, reaching up to rub at his chin. Maybe one little peek wouldn’t hurt. And it wasn’t like he was breaking his promise - He wasn’t technically giving in, he was just giving himself a preview! 

And so, Harry found himself slowly leaning forward, trying his best to not make the bed squeak underneath him. His bottom lip was tucked in between his teeth as his mind wandered to the image of your bare body glistening with droplets of water.. The smell of that coconut shampoo you used everyday.. Harry’s eyes widened when he caught sight of your leg propped up on the counter, your hands rubbing lotion into your skin. “Fuck me.” He groaned to himself, his brows furrowing in frustration. He definitely couldn’t do any work now that all he could think about was fucking you until he saw stars- 

“Harry, did you say something?” Harry glanced over, his jaw dropping slightly when he saw you wrapped in nothing but the tiniest little towel, your bum peeking out from underneath. “Could’ve sworn I heard a-” 

“Fuck me.” 

Harry had never been good with bets. 

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The Chris Evans Mini-Series (One Shots)

Imagine your first Mother’s Day with Chris and your baby boy.

A/N: Happy Mother’s Day to all the lovely moms out there. I know I’d be lost without mine. Here’s a quick (kinda quick) one shot, it’s written around my favorite couple and favorite little baby boy. ❤️

Chris laid awake next to you and watched as the first light of dawn came to behind the beige chiffon curtains in your master bedroom. It was Mother’s Day and he’d asked Kevin for a little time off his ‘Avengers: Infinity War’ press tour to go home and see you as it was your first ever Mother’s Day. He smiled to himself as he looked over at you, remembering the look you had on your face when he walked through the front door yesterday afternoon. He wasn’t meant to be home until early August, not even for a short four days. It was the greatest Mother’s Day present you could have gotten; Chris’ presence. You kissed him so long and so hard, the world around him spun.

His smile widened when he thought back to the look on his baby boy’s face when he carried him for the first time in four and a half months. Like every other parent who had to leave for long periods of time while their child was still a baby, Chris was worried that his son wouldn’t recognize him. He was afraid that Jack would see him as a stranger even though he FaceTimed the two of you every morning and every night. He was even hesitant to pick Jack up from his rocker, nervous his son would start crying if he did. He was so afraid that he just stood by the front door and observed his son from afar, feet glued to the ground despite your urging him to pick Jack up. Even Dodger urged him, nudging his best friend’s leg with his head.

You assured Chris none of what he was worried about would happen as you spoke about him with your son all the time. You showed him pictures, you watched interviews together, and little home videos you’d shot on your phone. You told Chris how Jack would light up every time he saw him, or heard him on the television, or your laptop, or some other mobile device. Chris managed to take a step closer upon hearing that, but still kept his distance. You sighed and decided to help move the meeting along, knowing the worries your husband were carrying on his shoulders were irrelevant. You walked over to Jack who smiled at you when you lifted him out of his rocker, bouncing him gently as you made your way over to Chris.

“You are so good with him,” Chris told you when he saw the way Jack looked at you, utterly mesmerized by his beautiful mother. “No no no,” he shook his head, taking a step back when you got too close. “I don’t want to scare him, Y/N. Just-” he huffed, “take it slow, please?”

“You’re not going to scare him, Chris,” you chuckled softly and took slow steps towards Chris, who looked like he was ready to run out the door. “Chris, stop.” You narrowed your eyes at Chris when he took another step back as you got closer. “You’re being ridiculous, so can you stop. Please?”

“Sorry,” he mumbled and released some of the tension from his shoulders, allowing you to approach with Jack. The closer you got, the tighter his shoulders got. “Oh my God, he’s not going to cry is he?” He asked you when he saw his son watching him curiously, his tiny head tilted to one side. “Y/N, is he going to-” Jack started laughing, making you smile and Chris flinch. “He’s got the cutest laugh,” Chris looked up at you with a wide grin; you nodded with the same smile. For a second, he forgot he was afraid and unconsciously reached for the hand Jack was holding out. “Hey, buddy.” Jack’s hand wrapped around Chris’ finger. “Have you been looking after your mama for me? Yeah?” Chris laughed along with Jack and you smiled at Dodger as the two of you observed their interaction. “You’re the man of the house now, aren’t you?”

“Do you want to hold him?” You asked and Chris nodded, but made no effort to prepare himself for the pass over. “Sweetheart, you’re not going to scare him. Look at him, he’s so happy to see his daddy. Trust me, it’s going to be okay. If he loves the try-hard mom, he’s going to love the natural dad,” you joked, drawing a smile to Chris’ face. “Here,” you carefully passed Jack over and Chris took him from you like an absolute pro. “See,” you kissed Chris’ cheek as he bounced your giggling son, “there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

“Thank you,” he returned a kiss on your cheek then proceeded to kiss Jack’s. “For this, for him- for everything you’ve given me since we met.” You smiled, gently rubbing Jack’s back as you rubbed Chris’ arm. “How are you doing, Jack?” He spoke to your son with so much joy in his voice. “Are we cool?” Jack cupped Chris’ face in his hands and made soft noises with his lips, making you and Chris laugh. “I know, bud. I miss my beard too.”

Chris returned to reality when he heard soft noises come through the baby monitor. He quickly grabbed it from his bedside table and turned it off, slipping out of bed to attend to him. He was trying to give you the best day of your life, starting with some well-deserved rest. He knew you were playing it cool, but you were having a bit of a hard time doing the whole parenting thing without him. He’d wished he’d gotten you pregnant after his Marvel contract ended, so he could’ve been there for everything. He wanted the whole experience, but he’d only had half a pregnancy, an early labor, and the three months of Jack’s life. As much as he’d like to complain, he couldn’t; he had the perfect wife and the son he’d always wanted. Sure, he’d missed out on a little bit, but it was only the beginning. There was so much more to come that he was going to be there for.

“Good morning, Dodger.” Chris patted Dodger’s head as he walked past him to scoop Jack out of his cot. “Hey, buddy.” He rocked Jack soothingly, smiling when his son wrapped his tiny arms around his neck and rested his head against his chest. “I’ve missed you too, kiddo.” He held Jack as closely as he had last night, rocking his son to sleep before joining you in bed. “I know I haven’t been around, but I’ll be home soon. You and Dodger just keep taking care of your mama for me, okay? I promise I’ll be home soon, to take care of all of you.”

Chris carried Jack for a little while, pacing the room as he enjoyed the simplicity of holding his son in his arms. It was feeling he’d never, ever get sick of. It was peaceful, very zen-like to have Jack’s tiny body held against his chest; to listen to his soft breaths; to kiss his soft hair; to breath him in because babies always smelt good. Chris didn’t know why, but they did. He was so satisfied with his life at that very moment because he was finally a dad able to celebrate Mother’s Day with his wife and child; he was no longer just a son who had to take care of his mom. He was a husband, a father, and he had to show you how grateful he was towards the woman who’d given him that. He needed to make breakfast, and clean the house, and take out the trash, and fix anything that was broken in his absence. He needed to spend today, and the next two and a half days showing how much he loved and appreciated you before he had to leave again. You may have known already, but it wouldn’t have killed him to emphasize.

You instinctively woke at 6:25AM, like every other morning if Jack managed to sleep through the first light of dawn. You turned over and reached for your husband only to find the bed empty and the baby monitor turned off. You smiled because you knew what day it was and what Chris had planned to do for you while he was home. It was sweet, like everything he did. You stretched, grabbing his pillow and hugging it to your chest. Your mom was right about you knocking things out of the park with him, he was absolutely perfect.

You got out of bed and went into the bathroom to get cleaned up. You were coming out of the bathroom when you heard Chris’ footsteps and Dodger’s paws coming down the hall. “Shhh,” you heard Chris tell your babbling son. “We don’t want to wake your mama, I’m just going to sneak into the bathroom to brush-” You smiled at him as your three boys entered the room. “Oh, you’re awake.” He chuckled when you nodded, walking over to him. “Was it us? Were we too loud?”

“No,” you shook your head and held out your arms to take Jack from Chris. “I’m used to waking up early, as is Dodger.” You looked down at Dodger, smiling. “This little guy keeps us up and at it. Don’t you, bud?” You poked your son’s stomach, making him laugh and Chris smile. “You can go brush your teeth, I’ll watch him.”

“Happy Mother’s Day, sweetheart.” He leaned over to peck you on the lips and you smiled. “I’m going to go brush my teeth first, then I’ll come back and give you a proper kiss.” You chuckled and nodded, bouncing your son as you made your way back over to your bed. Dodger joined you, sitting down in front of you and resting his head in your lap.

“How did you sleep, handsome?” You asked your son, smoothing his bedhead with your hand.

“It’s definitely good to be back in bed with my wife,” Chris answered from the bathroom. You laughed and he poked his head out with a toothbrush in his mouth, “oh. You’re talking to Jack,” he said, his words muffled by his brushing.

“Yes I am,” you smiled. “But I’m glad you slept well too, handsome.” You winked at Chris, earning a wink back. “And you, Dodger.” You cooed and scratched his head. “Anyway, Chris.” You looked back up at your husband. “I am really glad to have you back in bed too, it’s been awfully lonely without you around.”

“I know it has been,” Chris murmured, careful not to get any toothpaste anywhere. “I’ll be home soon though.” He walked back in to rinse and spit, then came back out as he dried his face with his face towel. “And then we can actually be a team like I promised.” You smiled and nodded. “I’m really sorry I haven’t been around to help you.” He walked over and sat down next to you; you passed him Jack and he held his son close to his chest. “Really, really sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you shook your head, kissing his cheek. He pressed his lips together, eyes filled with guilt. “Darling,” you chuckled, rubbing his back. “You didn’t run out on me, you went to work. It’s not your fault you’ve been away, you’re making money to provide for this family. So don’t apologize, okay? You haven’t been far, you know I always carry you in my heart.” He cracked a smile and leaned in to kiss you. “I love you,” you told him then met his lips.

“I love you too,” he whispered. “And you’re getting everything you deserve today, don’t you worry.”

“I’ve already gotten everything I need,” you smiled at him. “My three,” you glanced from Dodger, to Jack, to Chris, “beautiful and perfect boys.” Chris chuckled, leaning in for another kiss. “Yeah, I don’t need anything else.”

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Hello friends! Guess who’s back? Spoiler - it’s me. So I have a confession - I love soulmate AUs. I’ve not written Pietro in a while so I eased myself into this by focusing predominantly on another character. It needs a second part to finish it off which I’ll upload soon. Hopefully the plot is twisty and interesting enough for you guys. Thanks to @sxnali for the request; I loved it. Enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt[s]: (if you don’t mind) can you do a soulmate au where the first words they say to each other are tattooed somewhere on the other’s body? with pietro please? (im sorry if this sent twice i think i hit send in the middle of typing this but im not sure oops)

‘Almost a Mistake’ (Part 1)

There was a reason that New York was considered the city that never sleeps. Regardless of the hour, life was buzzing, left, right, and centre. Cars clamoured the roads in lines of traffic, and birds flew overhead, seeking and taking every opportunity amongst the crowds of hungry people that swarmed the streets.

The smell of hot dogs was prominent – especially on a Saturday when everyone and his mate was out on the streets. You wished that you could say you too had come out for fun but work had called you in for overtime, and the coming winter’s energy bills convinced you to take it.

With your headphones safely nestled on your head, you navigated the bustling tourists with your eyes on your iPod, trying to pick the best tune for the next leg of your journey. You’d splashed out on new headphones and for good reason – there were noise cancelling. As far as you were concerned, that made them worth the cost, tuning out the soundtrack of the city as you walked.

Each time you skipped a song, there was a moment of quiet where the world bled in. You heard horns beeping, steps smacking against the pavement, and even someone shouting in the distance. Probably a food vendor trying to sell to a passer-by. You skipped another song and got another flash of reality. Cooing pigeons, roaring engines, and still a person shouting. It was definitely male, and getting closer.

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So I hit 200 followers in about 5 months on this blog which has never happened in the 5 years i’ve been on tumblr with other blogs, usually it would take about a year or two to get that many followers. Anywayyy I figured i’d do a follow forever for the first time, just as like a little celebration

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[ Imagine: Jax has trouble coping with your breakup ] - So I combined two requests for this imagine: 1.) A more emotional side to Jax after you break up with him, 2.) Jax imagine based on Paramore’s Let This Go. - Hope you guys like it!

Jax stared at the reaper on the wall in front of him, losing himself in his own thoughts. He had spent the last few years of his life with you, and now you were gone. He took a drag of his cigarette, filing his lungs with the dense, tarry smoke. He hadn’t felt like himself in weeks, ever since you had ended things with him. His world had come to a screeching halt. He felt lost and alone. You had told him you still loved him, but you couldn’t be with him anymore. He couldn’t wrap his mind around it all. It didn’t seem real to him. Every night he went home after a long day of dealing with club business, he expected to see you lying there in the bed you had shared for so long, waiting for him to join you. But you were never there, and Jax knew you would never be again.

Jax was having a hard time accepting losing you. It didn’t feel real to him. He wanted to wake up from what he was sure had to be a nightmare. You couldn’t have just walked away from him after all these years. You just couldn’t.

Jax sighed loudly and put his cigarette out on the table in front of him. Things had been chaotic lately. That much, he would admit. He had been dealing with a lot of shit from the club, and it had started to turn him into a different man. A man you didn’t like.

The reality was you had warned him for months. You told him if he didn’t get his shit together, you were gone. Your leaving shouldn’t have been a surprise. You had given him plenty of fair warning in the months leading up to your breakup. You told him if he didn’t change, you were leaving. Deep down, he knew you meant it. But he kept telling himself you would never leave him. He didn’t think you ever could. He remembered the night he told you to just hang on until things settled down. The problem with club life was that things never settled down, and Jax knew that. He didn’t change. And you had kept your promise. You were gone.The second you had enough, you packed your bags and left. And now Jax had to deal with losing you. He hated himself for not listening to you sooner, for not taking every word you said seriously. He hated himself for thinking you could never leave him. The truth was, he knew he was the luckiest man in the world to have had you. He had just waited until much too late to show you that. He only truly realized how much he needed you after you were gone. It was too late now, and he was paying the price for his mistakes.

He stood from his seat at the table and headed towards the roof. He needed time to think and try to clear his mind of you.

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Jax pulled into your driveway and cut off his bike. He had spent the last hour talking himself out of getting on his bike and driving to your new place. His head told him it was a bad idea, but his heart seemed to disagree. He knew he had no business being there, but he couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t stop thinking about you. He tried to get you off his mind. He really had. But the last few weeks, you were all he could think about. He missed you, and he felt desperate. He needed to talk to you, to see your face. He was driving himself up the wall thinking about you and all the things he could have done differently to keep you around. He missed you, and he needed you, and he didn’t know who else to turn to. You were his rock. You always had been.

He climbed off his bike and made his way to your front door. He stood on your porch and sucked in a deep breath. He didn’t want you to know how much of a mess he was without you. He didn’t want to look weak, but the truth was, he had never felt weaker than when he was without you. He raised his fist and knocked on the door.

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You were lying on the bed in a bedroom you couldn’t get used to. The walls were so white and clinical. The furniture was old and rigid. It didn’t feel like home, and no matter what you did or how many things you placed around the house, it never quite did. You knew it probably never would.

You had just moved in a few weeks ago. The first few nights were tough. You hadn’t slept alone in over two years. Now you had an entire bed to yourself. It felt foreign and wrong. The entire last month had. You were dealing with so many emotions. The end of your relationship with Jax was taking its toll on you.

You never really wanted to end things. You never wanted to be alone. You still loved him. You didn’t want to let him go. You knew in your heart that you would never really let him go. But you couldn’t find the right words to tell him.

Jax was just so different now. You felt like you didn’t know him anymore. You had told him how you felt. You had begged him to change. But Jax was so deep in club shit, he never really heard what you were saying. You couldn’t fault him for that. The club was part of him, a part of him you had always loved. But you couldn’t live this way anymore, so you had to leave.

You felt bad for Jax in a way. You knew that he was struggling with this just as much as you were. Maybe even more. It broke your heart. You still loved Jax Teller, and you were sure you always would. But that didn’t mean you could be with him. Jax’s life was a complicated one, and it had a long history of being that way. Things were never going to be simple with Jax. Things were never going to settle, no matter how much you both wanted them to. A life with Jax meant a life that was in constant uproar, surrounded by chaos and destruction. You loved him with every fiber in your being, but that type of life wasn’t good for you. It wasn’t what you needed. As much as you loved Jax, you had to love yourself more for once. And that meant letting Jax go, no matter how much it hurt. You only wished your heart would stop beating, just for a moment, so maybe it wouldn’t hurt as much. 

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You awoke to the sound of a knock on your front door. You took in a deep breath and stretched. You were too tired to think about who it was at your door. It didn’t even occur to you to check the time. You stood from the empty bed and made your way to the front of the house.

You stopped at the front door for a moment and yawned, reaching one hand up to cover your mouth while the other opened the door.

Your heart skipped a beat the moment your eyes connected with those familiar baby blues.

“Jax?” You cocked your head to the side. “What are you doing here?”

He bit his shaking lip and shrugged. You could see the pain in his eyes, but you couldn’t tell how hard he was fighting back tears. He was thankful for that.

“I needed to see you,” he answered, his voice quiet.

You sighed. You knew it was a bad idea to let Jax back into your life, but you couldn’t tell him no. You didn’t want to tell him no. He looked broken in a way you had never seen before, and whether or not you were willing to admit it, you were a little broken too.

You pushed the door further open, your lips spreading into a soft smile. “You wanna come in?”

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Jax sat with his back against the wall of his shower. He felt the hot water wash over him, but he couldn’t feel much more. He was numb. Paralyzed. He was a shell of a man without you.

He thought he would get over you. The first few weeks had been hard on him, but he told himself that he would be fine without you. It would just take some time. He thought three months would be long enough to move on. But it wasn’t. He was starting to think he would never get over you. He was starting to think he would never be able to forget you. He couldn’t let go of the way your skin felt against his. He couldn’t stop thinking about the way you kissed him every morning, your lips curled up into a blissful smile as he held you in his arms. He would kill to feel that again. He would kill for just one more day spent with you. He had been torturing himself thinking about you and all the things he should have done, could have done differently. If he had only listened to you when you told him you were leaving. If he had only done what you asked. He leaned his head back and stared up at the showerhead, watching the water cascade down onto his tattooed skin. A few tears escaped the corners of his eyes. He never thought that he could feel so strongly about anyone, but now he would die just to see your face.

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It had been six months since you had last laid eyes on Jax Teller. The night he had shown up at your house unannounced, you had made it clear that you still cared for him, but that he couldn’t keep doing this. Seeing how broken Jax looked when he told you he couldn’t move on from you made you feel guilty, but you knew it was for the best. You pretended you didn’t see the tears streaked down his cheeks as he had gotten onto his bike that night and pulled out of your driveway for the last time. It was the hardest thing you had ever done, but you knew it was what you had to do. Neither of you would ever be able to move on if you didn’t let each other go once and for all. 

You were making your way through downtown Charming, your fingers intertwined with those of the new man in your life. You weren’t sure it was love, but he made you happy, and life with him was simple. It was nothing like the relationship you had with Jax, but you told yourself that wasn’t a bad thing. Even if it wasn’t true love, it gave your life a little stability, something you had never had with Jax Teller.

You heard through the grapevine that Jax was doing well. You hoped it was true. You loved Jax. You always would. Now you were happy again, and you wanted the same for Jax.

You looked around for a moment, your eyes glancing across the street and landing on a familiar head of messy blonde hair. He was already looking your way, his blue eyes fixated on your face. 

Jax had caught sight of you well before you had seen him. His breath caught the moment he realized it was you. It had been so long since he had seen you. He was crushed when he realized his fears had come true. You were with another man, a man who was nothing at all like him. He was clean-cut and dressed nicely. Jax glanced down at his dirty white sneakers, suddenly feeling self-conscious for the first time in his adult life. You looked happy. Jax wanted you to be happy, of course. He had just always hoped it would be with him and him alone. He couldn’t help but feel like he was no longer good enough for you.

You flashed a small, friendly smile when you realized Jax was looking your way. 

Jax sucked in a deep breath and smiled back. His hands shook, and his heart felt like it was breaking. But you would never know it. 

You turned back to the man who’s hand you now held, a loving smile playing at your lips. You continued on your way, never realizing that Jax Teller was dying inside.

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?”

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Part 3

A/N To the anon who requested a Benjamin imagine, here ya go! I hope you like it :)

Summary: Reader and Benjamin get caught… again

Warnings: Uhhhh… a makeout session I guess? If that needs a warning lol

Benjamin

Benjamin had arrived back early from his shift. It’d been a slow day, and the two other people watching had told him he could go ahead and head back, and so he did. And the first place he went, was to you. The two of you hadn’t had any alone time in what felt like months, when in reality it’d only been a few weeks. Any time he tried, something would always come up.

Henry would walk in. Ezekiel would need him to do something. Or the two of you would just be too exhausted from the days activities to do anything.

But now, you both were finally able to spend some time together. “Wait, wait- what if Henry comes back early?” You muttered against Benjamins slightly chapped lips as his hands roamed under your shirt and on your soft skin. “He won’t.” He insisted, but you still weren’t convinced.

You panted lightly as you pulled back, out of breath from the make out session the two of you were currently having. “Are you sure?” Ben chuckled at your constant worrying, his thumb caressing your cheek,“I’m sure.” You grabbed his hand, laughing yourself,“Don’t laugh at me, Benjamin. I don’t want your little brother to walk in on us making out.. again!” Pulling you closer into him, he pecked you on the lips,“I promise, he won’t. He’s at one of his friends houses, or something.”

You stared up at him for a moment before grinning, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to meet your lips. He spun the two of you around so that the back of your legs were against the bed, and he pushed you down gently so that you were laying down.

His lips made their way down your jaw and down your neck, where he began gently sucking. Your breath hitched as your fingers pulled through his curly hair, tugging at it. His tongue ran over the bruise he was making on your neck, and you moaned quietly, bringing his lips up to yours once more. He finished what he had been doing earlier and pulled your shirt off, leaving you in only a bra and your jeans.

Flipping the two of you over you began to pull at his shirt, gesturing for him to take it off. He did as told, and you began kissing down his neck while your hands slid down his chest and to his stomach, where you began to unbuckle his belt and pants. Just as you began to slide them off, he sat up and took your lips in his once again. His hands moved to your back, where he unclasped your bra, letting it fall to the side.

“This is not fair,” you giggled against his lips, allowing him to slip his tongue in your mouth.

And then all of a sudden, there was a quick knock before the door was thrown open, and in came Jerry. He shrieked while the two of you gasped, and Benjamin grabbed the blanket and pulled it around you, blocking your bare chest from his view.

Jerry covered his eyes with one hand, spluttering out,“I’m so sorry! Uh, Ezekiel wanted you, b-but I’ll tell him your busy!” He ran out of the room as quickly as he came in, not giving either of you a chance to respond, slamming the door shut. The two of you stared at the door for a second before looking at each other with embarrassed and confused faces, and then you broke out into laughter.

“Oh my god! Did you see his face?” You laughed, eyes squeezing shut as you leaned against his shoulder. “Well, we can add Jerry to the list of people who have seen us making out.” Benjamin grinned, cheeks red from embarrassment.

“Why do we always forgot to check that the door is locked?” You asked as you stood up and locked the door. He shrugged as you turning around with a smirk on your face, knowing that it was likely no one would bother either of you for the rest of the night.

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Imagine finding a Tiffany&Co ring box in Chris’ sock drawer.

“Do you need some help?” Chris asked as you padded around the house with the laundry basket under you arm. You rolled your eyes as a response because you knew it was a empty offer, even as he asked you, his eyes never once left the TV screen. “Because I’m more than- Go, go, go, go!” He yelled excitedly, his hands tightly clenched around the TV remote and his beer.

“It’s alright, you enjoy your little sports game.”

“If you say so.” He took his eyes off the screen for a split second to throw you a quick wink, drawing laughter from you. “I’ll do the house chores the next time Supernatural comes on,” he promised and you rolled your eyes again.

“You’re so full of it, you’d never do anything when Supernatural’s on because you watch it too.”

“Yeah but- only because you’re crazy about Jensen Ackles and I don’t want you to fall too deeply in-love with him.” You laughed at that. “Oh my God!” He groaned at the TV, throwing his hands in the air. “Seriously? C'mon!” You winced at all his hand movements, praying the beer wouldn’t spill on the couch again.

“Chris, can you please not flail your arms around when you’re holding a beer? I’m nearly done with the chores and I don’t want to add clean beer from couch to the list,” you told him and he immediately did as you had said. “Thank you,” you chuckled. “Well- I’m going upstairs to sort out our socks so if you need anything…” You trailed off, waiting for him to finish the sentence.

“Get it myself,” he recited then glanced back at you with a smile.

“You got it, Cap.” You shot him a wink and he kissed the air in front of him before turning back to the TV. “C'mon Dodge,” you beckoned your head for the playful puppy to follow you which he was more than happy to considering his best friend was too busy with the game to pay him any attention. “You can help me sort out the socks.”

Dodger ran ahead of you, his nails clicking against the hard wood floor as he scurried up the stairs. You followed him to the master bedroom and watched him jump up on the bed, circling then settling on Chris’ side. You placed the basket down on the bed next to him before walking over to the dresser. You had the lazy habit of yanking the entire drawer out so you could sit and sort rather than have to walk back and forth or stand there.

Downstairs, Chris’ brain floated back to what you said and his heart stopped in his chest. He tossed the remote to the side and plonked the beer down on the table before scrambling upstairs, calling out to you as he did. “Babe, leave the sock drawer alone!”

You stood there, mouth agape, staring at the traditional blue Tiffany&Co ring box. You swore you stopped breathing the second your eyes caught it. You gently scooped it into your hands as though you were afraid upon touching it, it’d disappear into thin air.

You had been waiting for this moment for what seemed like forever. The two of you had already been dating for four years, you had already been living together for three, and both families had already given their seal of approval. Though there was never a proper discussion had about getting married, both you and Chris knew it was going to happen; it was just a matter of time which neither of you had a lot of considering both of your crazy schedules. This was actually the first time in six months that both of you were back home at the same time and was going to be there for a while, which was why Chris had planned to propose on Saturday night which was your fourth anniversary.

“Yeah, that’s um-” Chris leaned against the door frame, one hand against his face as he chewed on his middle finger. You turned to the door, like him, you were unable to hide your smile. “I didn’t think you’d do the socks until Sunday.”

“Is this for real?” You held up the ring box as you walked over to him. He nodded and pushed himself off the doorframe, grabbing you by your hips and pulling you closer to him. “Like- it’s an engagement ring and not a- a pair of diamond earrings or something, right?”

“Yes,” he chuckled, “it’s an engagement ring.”

“Oh my God, yes!” You squealed and threw your arms around his neck; he quickly reciprocated the hug. “The answer is yes!” You were so excited you completely ignored the fact that he actually didn’t propose to you yet. “Oh my God, Chris.” Tears welled in your eyes and you smiled at him as you pulled back in his arms to see his gorgeous face. “Yes,” you breathed.

“You do realize I haven’t actually uttered the words ‘will you marry me?’, right?” He chuckled and you were smiling too hard to say anything. “Like I’m glad you’re saying yes but this is not at all how I imagined the proposal would go. I had a whole thing planned for Saturday. Dinner, roses, sound and lights- the works.”

“Chris, you could propose to me while I was in the bath and I’d still say yes,” you told him with a chuckle and he smiled. “I love you and I want this more than anything in the world. So- planned or unplanned proposal, the answer is yes.”

“You want this more than anything in the world?” His lips quirked into a smirk. “Even more than that Oscar you’re nominated for?” He asked and you giggled. “Even more than your upcoming contract with Marvel? Even more than-” You cut him off with a kiss.

“Even more than playing Sebastian’s love interest,” you whispered and he smiled. He pecked you on the cheek then gently pushed you back and took the ring box out of your hands. “Oh my God, this is happening.” He got down on his knee, opening the blue box to reveal the most beautiful diamond ring. “This is really happening.” You took a deep breath, your heart pounding against your chest. “Oh my God.”

“Y/N Y/L/N,” he smiled and pulled the ring out of the box, taking your hand and slowly sliding it onto your ring finger as he continued. “Will you do me the honor of beco-” You were too excited to even let him finish.

“Yes!” You cut him off and he chuckled, sliding the ring into place. “Chris, it’s beautiful.” You told him, glancing at your ring as you helped him to his feet. “I love you so, so much.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, his hands sliding around to the small of your back. “And I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you, Cap.”

“Took the words right out of my mouth,” he smiled then pressed his lips against yours.

TITLE: Kylo Is Not Matt The Radar Technician At All…

IMAGINE: Kylo posing as Matt because he wants to try and figure out what’s going on between you and Hux. 

[gif is not mine, creds to the owner!] requests are open! 


Kylo placed the wig on his head and looked in the mirror, he shuddered slightly. He played with the tools that was currently on his belt. With a final look, he nodded and walked out of his quarters. He usually didn’t do this, but the only option he could come up was disguising himself as Matt.

As he walked out of the room he was faced with Phasma’s mask. “It would never work you know.” She spoke as she looked him once over.

Kylo harrumphed. He ignored Phasma. “Why don’t you just tell her how you feel?” Kylo looked at Phasma, “Right.” She turned around and began walking away from him, “Good luck!” She called out.

Kylo sneered. He didn’t need any luck. This plan was foolproof.


Hux and (Y/N) looked at the data pad and conversed silently. Hux looked up and saw Matt. “Here comes your lover.” (Y/N) looked up and then scowled at Hux, elbowing him slightly. She smiled at the blonde man, Matt was nice. Shy, really awkward but nice. She first met him a couple of months ago, he was different from the usual robots that were around the place. The only problem with him was, he was really obsessed with Kylo. Weirdly obsessed.

Matt looked at the two figure who were in the room all alone. He didn’t like it. He frowned. “We didn’t call for you.” Hux spoke.  Bastard.

“They sent me up here.”

Hux looked around the room, “I see no technical issues in here.” Hux smirked and (Y/N) looked at the scene amused.

“They sent me up here.” Was Matt’s reply once again. Hux rolled his eyes.

“Then get to work.” Hux didn’t pay attention to him anymore, instead his focus was back on the data pad.


“Do you think you can train Phasma’s new group?” Hux asked (Y/N) as he showed the information of the new recruits they have.

“They look like a bunch of idiots Hux. Do you really want me to train them?” (Y/N) asked. Everyone knew of her temper, she came in second to Kylo’s. “I mean do you not remember the last time?”

Hux thought back to that event. It was glorious, her yelling at the new recruits for fucking up a simple drill. He remembered that he, Phasma and Kylo were standing on the sidelines watching as the scene unfolded.

“I believe in you.” He placed his hand on his heart as a gesture that showed her he truly believed in her, even though he was mocking.

(Y/N) laughed and punched him. They were so engrossed in their conversation that they didn’t see the radar technician scowl as he looked at the obviously two comfortable people. He made an angry noise as he saw (Y/N) throw her head back and laugh. His hand tightened on the wrench he was holding. He could choke Hux right now, and he would be happy.

The three of them were interrupted when a woman walked in and stormed over to Matt. “What are you doing here Matt? You have to be in Console Five! CONSOLE FIVE!” She berated him, not even noticing (Y/N) and Hux. “I’m supposed to be having my lunch Matt, instead I’m running around trying to find you! I haven’t had my muffin yet Matt!” She yelled indignantly. Matt flushed and stuttered, not being able to form words together.

“Go to console five!” She pointed at the door and then stormed away.

Hux chuckled, and Matt scowled at the ginger-head man. (Y/N), smiled, but the two men knew that she was trying not to burst out laughing. Matt felt himself flush more and put all of his tools together and walked out of the room.

Once the radar technician left the room Hux turned to (Y/N), “You do know that was Ren right?”

“I know.”

“You do know he only puts that stupid persona on when he wants to spy on the two of us.”

“I know.”

Hux scoffed, “Are you going to say anything beside the words ‘I know’?”

“Maybe.” She smirked at Hux.

“Well are you going to do anything about it?”

“Why Hux, I would never thought that you would care about Ren’s wellbeing.” (Y/N) smirked as Hux scrunched up his nose in distaste.

“I could care less about Ren. I care about you and your happiness.” (Y/N) arched her brow. “Wouldn’t want you slaughtering new recruits now would I? With you being sexually satisfied there would be less occurrence of that happening.”

(Y/N) smacked him hard on the chest and got up from the table. “You’re a dick Hux.” He didn’t reply, however he did have that stupid smirk on his face.


She walked to Console Five, knowing that no one would be there considering it was almost night time. It was a bit of a shot of a dark, considering Kylo might not even be posing as Matt anymore. However, she was in luck as she saw a blonde head pop up behind a desk. She watched in amusement, for a few minutes, as he tried to figure out how to wire everything up together. (Y/N) saw that he was about to put two wires together that wouldn’t end with a happy ending.

“Don’t do that! Unless you want to get electrocuted.” (Y/N) spoke as she came into Matt’s eye range.

He mumbled a thank you and hesitated when he picked up two wires, he looked shyly at (Y/N). She nodded and he connected the two wires up. He placed the cover back and his tools back in his chest. He stood up and brushed the dust off his trousers.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime Kylo.”

Matt stopped walking and looked at (Y/N) in shock. “You knew?”

“From the moment you stepped into the room. You have a certain aura about you Kylo, one that you can’t change.” She walked over to him and looped her fingers through his suspenders. “I must say, you do look quite dashing in blonde.” She moved one of her hands to his hair, and gently removed the wig. “Though, I do prefer my men dark-haired.”

Kylo couldn’t believe it. “Wait,” (Y/N) looked at him with an arched brow, “aren’t you dating Hux?”

(Y/N) grimaced, “Ew. I mean, Hux is great, as a friend. I like him as a friend, that’s it.”

“What about me?” (Y/N) tilted her head.

“What about you?”

“What do you think about me?”

(Y/N) smirked. “Well,” she curled her tongue behind her teeth, “I like you in the most sinful ways. I like you in the way that I want you in my bed every night, and every morning. I like you in the way I can kiss you like this.” She put her hands behind his head and pulled him down to meet her lips.

Kylo’s eyes widened and stood still for a few moments, until he came around to the fact that (Y/N) was kissing him.

“I like you like that.” She spoke as they broke off their kiss.

“Oh.” Kylo allowed a small smile to appear on his face. “Would you like me to show you how much I like you?”

(Y/N) smiled and held out her hand. “Please.” He smiled and took her hand, heading straight to his quarters.

Jax Teller short imagine

The wait

tw: bloody maybe

It all happen so fast, I didn’t see it coming probably the club had no idea who else wanted a retaliation. I was home taking care of baby Abel, doing my best friend a favor which wasn’t actually a favor because I loved that kid deeply probably as much as I loved his father and I’ve been in love with him for over 15 years now. He fell asleep and I moved to the living room to keep revising my student’s work, marking the good and the wrong. It took me the 20 seconds that I got up to check up on Abel for my life to change, I didn’t hear the door slowly open and it wasn’t until someone grabbed me from behind that I saw something bad happening. There was too many hands trying to grab a hold of me to try and fight back, I just cried for them to leave Abel home before I was taking away. My eyes covered and my whole upper body hurting from the fight.

“WE HAVE YOUR GIRL” said the piece of paper on the table, Jax instantly cursing and running to check on his child. The baby was fast asleep on his crib and Jackson started crying, all the emotions and pressure building up inside of him. He called his mother and the rest of the club looking to act quickly before anything bad happened to her, but they had no idea of who might want to hurt the club, specially the pres. Too many options, too many places to check but no time.

Jax was cutting deeply into the Chinese’s skin, cigarette in his mouth while the rest of the club watched. The man swore and swore in between screams he had nothing to do but Jackson was lost, two weeks of his life being a train-wreck, he was going completely mad. He heard the roar of a motorcycle coming, Bobby and Happy looked through the window but Jackson didn’t move. He just kept on cutting, cracking, destroying while his white shirt turned red. He heard voices like they were a thousand miles away, but then Chibs put his hand on the blonde’s shoulder.

“Juice found her” he said and Jackson looked at them looking for a hint of a joke, looking like a monster by the look in his eyes and the blood covering his body.

Jackson was going crazy. It was over two weeks now and all the time it was the fucking neonazis that had hit town a couple months ago. First it was Gemma’s incident, now it was YN and after all this time Jax knew whatever they did to her was a thousand times worst. He felt the blood rush in his veins, the tears treating to come out any minute now but he had to show the strongest façade to the club. He was going to make blood rain in Charming tonight.

When he found her he thought his heart was going to break, it was a blood river outside of the walls of the tiny room the girl was put inside in. Bodies everywhere, blood and destruction that were not going to end after that moment, there was a storm coming up. He took her in his arms crying, she was barely recognizable, Jax took her in his arms touching her damp hair crying.

“Jax” she said in a low voice and he put her closer in order to hear her. “Jax”
“I’m here darlin’ we are going to patch you up, baby”
he said while she tried to touch his face one more time.
I just wanted to say goodbye” she said and Jax hugged her tightly “I…I love you Jax” she said and he kissed her lips slowly, feeling the way life left her body. She finally could leave in peace.

COSMIC BOY // I // MASTERLIST

Summary: After switching middle schools, young Ben Solo lands his eyes on who he never expects to be the love of his life. After a four year separation of having to move away with his father, you and Ben are reunited your senior year of high school, only to have an emotional ride that intervenes with the true feelings you two feel for one another–but there’s one major problem, you’re already with somebody else.

A/N: AHH! So my bud @bensono​ and I have been talking about this whole AU for like four months now and I’m so excited to finally post it! This is that modern high school AU I promised you guys ages ago, but instead of a simple one shot, it’ll be a multi-chapter fic! FYI, the first two chapters will sort of be prologues as they’re based in the past so don’t think the whole series will be them as middle schoolers. Ignore the lame gif header, it’s something until I make the actual graphic and the summary is also a work in progress oops. Anyways…enjoy!

Warning: None

Word Count: 4.9K+


There was nothing more soothing than the sound of morning rain pattering against a glass window, echoing throughout the four walls as the gloomy sky gave the early hours an evening vibe. It wasn’t enough that the rain made things relaxing, but the fact that the early fall weather made the air feel much more cooler–enough to bundle ones self up–you couldn’t help but fall deeper into your sleep.

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