he says a 'thank you' would be nice in the last gif at the top

Baby steps -Tom Holland

A/N: I don’t know how I feel about this. It’s been sitting in my drafts and I devided it in 2 because it got too long. Maybe part 2 if you like it? I feel like it’s trash hdjdb Anyways, enjoy!

You first met him at the gym. You were not working out but actually working there. It was a private gym with only a few assistants let alone woman assistant. Your clients were all about privacy so your manager kept the circle small. It was five in the morning and you were setting up last things in the gym when your eye cought someone coming in.

“Sorry we’re closed for another hour!” you called without looking at the door and kept putting the weights on their places.
“Oh…uh, Jim told us we could stroll in early because we start shooting midday.” A voice unknown to you answered and you stood up from where you were crouching down and put your hands on your hips while turning around to the guy you were about to scold. You hated being told otherwise and you sure didn’t like to be told how this place was running. You blew a streak of hair out of your face when you recognized him and you lifted your brows.

“Ah..you guys. Right. Forgot about that. Jim was rambling about something yesterday. Alright come in.” you said and waved them in. While they walked in you turned back to your work and told yourself not to freak out. You were in the same building as Tom Holland. Yes. But what difference does it make? Celebs and rich people were coming here all the time. No big deal. Play it cool.
You took a deep breath and bent down again to keep working while you were mumbling to yourself.

“Sorry?” you heared someone say half an hour later and looked up immediatly just to see Tom Holland staring at you, seeming confused.
“What?” you said and facepalmed yourself in your mind immediatly.
“Did you say something?” he said and smiled politely while grabbing onto the handles.
“No, no. Was just…talking to myself.” you said and walked away immediatly hiding your red cheeks.

You tried to avoid him and his friend as much as possible after that conversation. So you stayed behind the counter preparing the drinks your gym was offering their clients. You put one bottle after the other on top of the counter and hummed along with the music which was playing out of the boxes all over the gym.
“Talking to yourself again?” you heared someone say and your head shot up to see Tom smiling at you while he took one drink off the counter. He sat down on one of the chairs and opened the lid of the bottle to take a generous swig.
“Singing along, more likely.” you answered and pointed at the speaker at the top corner on the ceiling. You left your finger in the air while wiggling along to the music and preparing the rest of the drinks.

“I’m Tom, by the way.” he introduced himself and you couldn’t surpress a chuckle.
“I know.” you smiled and slid to the left to take a lid for the bottle.
“You know?” he chuckled and you nodded.
“Who doesn’t?” you teased him and kept your head down focusing on your work and keeping your hands busy.
“Well, I can’t exactly say: ‘Hi, you know who I am. What’s your name?’ while approaching people, can I?” he laughed and took another swig of his drink. It made you laugh too and you shook your head.
“No of course not. I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you. Love your work.” you blurted out before you could stop yourself and wanted to vanish into thin air.

“Thanks. Appreciate that. Not so bad yourself.” he said and made you look up with a questioning gaze. He was holding up the bottle and shaking it lightly which made you roll your eyes and smile a little.
“When you make hundreds every day you get the hang of it.” you said shrugging your shoulders and put another five on the counter.
He opened his mouth to say something but got interrupted by his friend.
“Tom! Are you coming, mate?”

“Yeah! There in a sec.” he called back and stood up from his chair and walked towards you.
“Tight schedule. Talk later?” he said apologetically and you raised a brow in surprise but gathered yourself together immediatly.
“Sure. I’m here from 6am to whenever Jim doesn’t need me anymore. Always at your service.” you said and saluted jokingly while cleaning the counter. He left with a chuckle and you finally could take a deep breath.

You guys didn’t talk later. You didn’t even see him leave which upset you a little because you got your hopes up, which was obviously very dumb of you. Even though the voice in the corner of your head kept telling you to not expect anything. Now it was laughing at you.
You were finishing to clean up to exchange shifts with the next assistant when Jim called you.

“I’m coming.” you said while jogging to the reception.
“You got a call.” he murmured and you smiled apologetically.
“Mom I told you not to call at work. Jim gets annoyed. You can call my phone, I showed you how.” you hissed into the phone turning your back on Jim.

“I would, but I couldn’t get your number.” someone else said and your jaw dropped.

“You know who I am.” he laughed and gave you time to gather yourself.
“What’s up?”,you said finally, playing with the cord of the phone. Yes it was an old phone with a cord attached to it and all.
“I felt bad for leaving without a goodbye. I really looked forward to chatting with you but I had to leave early because of the shoot.” he apologized and you furrowed your brows.
“No big deal. I’m always here.” you said and shrugged your shoulders not really thinking about that he wasn’t able to see you.

“Well, I got a ten minute break right now. But you could give me your number so I could call you sometime. I mean, if you want. If that’s okay, you know.” he stuttered and you chuckled at his attempt to get your number.
“As I said…” you said after thinking about it and coming to a conclusion,“You can always find me here. I’m always at your service.” you added and gave Jim a thumbs up who was watching you from afar.
“Oh,” he said and went silent for a second,“Yeah, sure. Of course. I gotta go Y/N. I’ll see you around.”

“Goodbye Tom.” you said before he hung up and you sighed while putting the phone back to its place. He was a celebrity after all and you did not belong in his world in any shape or form. You didn’t want to get your hopes up again. You went through your hair with your hands and walked to the changing room. Time to get home and sleep this out.


Tom came in three times a week. He didn’t say anything about you refusing to give him your number. He didn’t ask why, he simply respected your desicion. You’d be always there when he came in with his friends. You’d chat for a bit about things you saw or what happened in your lifes before splitting up. He was by your side every break he did and while time passed you became really good friends. You weren’t feeling awkward and jumpy around him anymore and could be yourself while he enjoyed your company. He loved that you were not constantly talking about his career as an actor or how it was to be spiderman. He enjoyed the casual questions you asked about his life. You both enjoyed the simplicity of your friendship.

It had been more than two months when he finally gathered his courage together to ask you out. Both of you walked out to the parking lot and were laughing about something when he asked you.
“Hey Y/N?”

“Hm?” you answered still chuckling and were looking for your keys.
“I wanted to ask you if you’d like to grab a coffee with me some time?” he asked out of the blue and you looked up.

“Really?” you asked and he nodded shoving his hands into his pockets.
“I really would want to see you out of this building.” he shrugged and pointed with his head towards the gym.
“Sure.” you said also shrugging your shoulders as if it was nothing. Your heart was beating in your ears, but he didn’t need to know that.


You left your apartment two days later to meet up with him. You didn’t dress up or anything. He only had seen you in your working clothes and a ponytail, so you put on simple light blue jeans and a white blouse. You let your hair fall onto your shoulders to look at least a little bit different.
When you walked in to the café he told you about a bell rang above the door. You looked around and your eyes searched for the brown locks and brown eyes in the café but he was nowhere to be found. You shrugged your shoulders a little and decided to give your order while you were waiting.
You took your coffee and walked through the café looking for a nice place to sit when suddenly someone grabbed your wrist.

“Hey!” you hissed and pulled your arm back and looked who it was.
“Hi.” Tom smiled under his blue cap and glasses.
“Jesus. Is that really necessary?” you chuckled and sat down in front of him while putting your  cup on the table.
“The cap: yes. The sunglasses: no.” he answered and took his sunglasses off and revealed his beautiful dark brown eyes and smiled at you. As soon as he put his sunglasses down you looked around to see if someone was going to come screaming at him but it stayed silent.
“Fans are usually more subtle than that.” he chuckled as if he could read your mind and you blushed immediatly.

You talked about various things for hours. He made you laugh which you appreciated. Life was sometimes really cruel and it was a blessing to have someone who made your day a little brighter everyday.
“You know I was really nervous when I first met you?” you said finally and leaned back in your chair and crossed your arms in front of your chest slightly grinning.
“I played it ‘cool’.” you mocked yourself and put quotation marks into the air.

“I thought you didn’t like me.“he laughed and mimicked your body language.
“Actually I was a little intimidated by you.” he confessed and you gasped.
“Why?!” you said leaving your mouth slightly ajar while hiding a smile.
“You yelled at me. First step into the gym and I hear some angry woman yelling that I am not allowed in.” he explained himself and held his hands up in defense.
“It was 5am in the morning. I may have been a little grumpy.” you gave in and closed your mouth into a smirk. You put your arms down on to the table and leaned in.

“You wanna know a secret?” you whispered and made him lean in too.
“Sure.” he played along and you surpressed a grin.
“I told you that I love all your work when we first met, but I actually didn’t even know your name before Spiderman came out.” you said and bit your lip to prevent yourself from laughing because he made such a funny face.
He rolled his eyes and groaned while leaning back into his chair again.
“I thought you were going to tell me something fun. You’re lame.” he said and threw his scrunched up napkin at you which landed in your lap. You picked it up laughing and put it on the table. Suddenly he let his hand glide in to yours fingers crossing. You looked up with a raised brow and saw his stupid smiling face which made you blush.
“You make me really happy, Y/N.” he said out of the blue and you intended to pull your hand back but he tightened his grip as if he read your mind. Again.


“And I wish you would believe me.” he added and let go of your hand. He raised the same hand to call for a waiter and asked for the check.
“I already paid for mine?” you said apologetically and he raised his brows.
“Well, I guess your paying mine too then?” he joked to lighten the atmosphere he just had created and you chuckled nervously.
You did pay the check even though he assured you he was joking. It was no big deal.

“You still can pay for another round.” you said quickly while shouldering yourself into the jacket and his head shot up.
“I’ll text you if you give me your number.” you said casually and bit on your lip nervously.
“Yeah, sure, totally.” he chattered and took out his phone to give you his number. You were about to say something after he gave you the piece of napkin he wrote his number on when his phone rang.
“Sorry…I gotta take this. Hello?” he apologized and picked up.
“No, I’m out. Okay. Yeah, I’ll be there in ten.”

You fumbled with the zipper of your jacket when he hung up and jumped out of his chair.
“I really have to rush out. Something with my manager and the movie. You’ll give me a call?” he asked and took his jacket.
“Sure.” you said totally baffled and suddenly he leaned in, laid his hand on your arm and gave you a gentle kiss on your cheek.
“I’m really sorry.” he said before pulling away and walking out of the café.
You’re hand wandered to your cheek and you stood there for several minutes with your mouth slightly open.
Did he really just-…?

You took your phone out of your bag and typed in his number.
“I’ll see you saturday evening on the rooftop of the building in front of the gym. I’m gonna show you the most amazing sunset you’ll ever see. Bring coffee. X”, you wrote and sent it before you could delete the x at the and of the message.


You were really excited about saturday. You weren’t working on saturday so wasn’t he but you couldn’t just sit around at home so you went to the gym anyways. Since you texted him, the messages kept going back and forth. The voice inside your head was sitting in a corner with crossed legs and was judging you while shaking it’s head.
You started your workout routine and finished it around 3pm. You still had two hours so you could rush home to take a shower and get ready. You also had prepared a basket with sandwiches and soda, plus a blanket to lie on.

You put your headphones on and shouldered your duffle bag and closed the lights of the gym. You were humming to yourself when you pushed the door open and suddenly you were standing in a rain of flashs and question.

Are you dating Tom Holland?

Is he your client?

Are you with your client?

Since when are you two together?

Could you look over here?

Is he in there too?

Can we get-…

As your numbness faded a little you stepped back and shut the door immediatly. You leaned against the door and slid down on to the floor. What did just happen? How did they know? How did they-…
You jumped up and rushed to the computer at the reception and typed his name in. Millions of photos popped up but you could only see the ones trending.
It was him holding your hand. It was him giving you a kiss on your cheek. It was you laughing at something he said. It was both of you looking at each other. You clicked on several posts and you were shocked about the comments.

What a fake bitch!

Who is she even?

Tom deserves better, he can do better!

She can go kill herself.

She is not even pretty.

You shut the laptop down and a sob escaped your throat and you pressed your hand against your mouth while teares built in your eyes. You stepped slowly back until your back hit the wall and you started crying.
You were trying to avoid this. All along.

Broken Part One: http://imaginingbucky.tumblr.com/post/160710394889/broken-sign-on-the-dotted-line-and-everything


Ten months later

The coffee shop that you normally went to every morning was closed for repairs. You had to go fifteen minutes out of your way to get your daily coffee fix.

It had been a regular morning. You woke up and made breakfast for the kids before sending them off to school. They only had a few weeks left before Christmas break. They were very excited about being out of school for the next three weeks.

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So I’ve been sitting on this one for a while but thanks to @marveliskindacool and @imagine-that-marvel I’m feeling a lot better about uploading it. @lost-in-my-arms, sorry - I couldn’t follow the request explicitly but I hope the fic is still enjoyable nonetheless. Be brutal with your feedback - though you should know there is a part 2. Enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt[s]: the reader, who’s a new Avenger, has the same powers (and name, and costume, maybe) as Daredevil, being blind and all, knows when someone is lying; is great fighting (everyone) Pietro, since she can pinpoint where he is even when running. Cracks jokes about being blind all the time. This sort of stuff. Maybe something romantic with Bucky, or Pietro?

‘More Than Meets The Eye’

Pietro sighed. The coffee shop was buzzing. Perhaps in a novella such an atmosphere would incite excitement. However, all Pietro wanted to do was sit, rest his feet, and drink his coffee. You’d have thought it would be simple.

Just as he was beginning to think that he might have to take his drink elsewhere, he spotted an empty seat in the corner of the room, near a partially empty table. In such a crowded room, using his speed never ended well so he fought his way to the table patiently. It wouldn’t have bothered him so much if he wasn’t wary of the fact that there would be other patrons searching for a place to sit and this seemed to be the last available space.

Unfortunately, on account of his hopes being so high, they fell all the harder when a well-built gentleman arrived, seemingly out of nowhere, and fell into the chair. The polished wood groaned under the weight, and Pietro groaned under his breath – or so he had thought. The man turned and met his gaze with ferocity.

“You got a problem?” He asked, pulling out his newspaper and unfolding it to make a point. This guy was not going anywhere. Before Pietro could begin to speak, somebody appeared at his side and placed their hand in the crook of his arm.

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Tom Holland Imagine: City of Stars

Summary: You complain to Tom about how people don’t really go dancing anymore and how planetariums are your favorite place in the world. Tom decides to plan a perfect date for your anniversary.

A/N: I saw La La Land last night and it was incredible and while I was watching it I got really angry about how people don’t go like dancing anymore the way the used to its always grinding and twerking now and I hate it and it also reminded me about how much I love planetariums and that’s how this was born okay bye

Warnings: Cussing


“No, you don’t get it, Tom! I know people go dancing still but it’s like ‘oh you’re hot so I’m gonna rub my ass on your crotch and then we’ll go and fuck.’ And its stupid. Completely stupid and I hate it! Why can’t people still go dancing like the did in the '40s or something.”

“Because it’s 2017, that’s why.”

“Fine. Then we’ll build a space ship and fly far away.”

“And how do you plan on doing that?”

“I don’t know. Maybe I’ll just go to the planetarium and pretend that one of those tiny stars is a planet where there’s a girl just like me going dancing with her famous boyfriend who plays Bee-Man and is having the time of her life!”

“Bee-Man? Really?”

“Well I was gonna say Ant-Man but he actually exists so I had to think fast!”

Tom chuckled and pulled me into his chest. One of his hands ran through my hair while the other was being held by my two smaller ones.

“Can you believe it’s almost Valentine’s Day?”

“Yeah… that’d make it, what? 3 years? Cause you’re a cheeseball and made me wait 3 months before you made it official on Valentine’s Day?”

“Hey! I was trying to be romantic!”

“If we had started seeing each other in late January, then yes, it would have been reasonable to wait till Valentine’s Day but we started dating in November, honey. You were lucky you’re cute or else I would’ve been long gone.”

Tom laughed and kissed the top of my head.

“At one point I thought about asking you at 11:59 on February 13th as a joke but then Harrison informed that that would result in me with an ice cream in my face.”

“Yeah, you got that right.”

Tom and I turned our attention back to the TV that was playing Endless Love. We both disliked this movie but it was the one he had taken me to see when he asked me to be his girlfriend so we made an exception to watch it only when it was on TV… until Harrison thought that we actually liked it and bought it for us. Now we watch it on February 4th. Exactly 10 days before our anniversary because 10 is Tom’s lucky number.

I snuggled into his chest and closed me eyes, drifting off into a peaceful sleep.

—Tom’s POV—

“So do you know what you’re gonna do for her on Valentine’s Day?” Zendaya asked over brunch with her, Jacob, Harrison and Laura.

“Yeah, I think I do…”

“Well, spill!”

“Okay, she kinda spilled a lot to me while we were cuddling the other night and I kinda wanna do it all for her but I don’t exactly know how…”

“Well, what did she say?”

“That she misses dancing… like, not clubbing, but actual dancing the way the did in the '40s and '50s. And she also said that she loves planetariums because she likes to look at the stars and imagine what’s going on over there.”

“So, take her to the planetarium and then take her dancing!” Harrison suggested.

“No, this needs to be more magical. I mean it is their 3 year anniversary.” Laura said.

“Yeah… OH! I’ve got it! So, I’m really good friends with the owner of the planetarium in LA! He’s an old family friend! I’ll call him up! He’s usually closed on Valentine’s Day to spend time with his wife and so maybe I can get him to let you and Y/N use it for the night! You can take her dancing IN the stars!” Zendaya yelled.

“Oh my god, that’s perfect! Please call him!”

“Doing it right now!”

—Your POV—

I was humming while dancing around in the kitchen of Tom and I’s apartment. I jumped when I felt a pair of arms slide around my waist and lift me up.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Tom whispered in my ear.

“Good morning to you, too, sleepy head.”

Tom smiled before he leaned down and kissed me.

“Go pack a bag for 1 day and 2 nights. We leave in a few hours.”

“What? What do you mean? Our anniversary is tomorrow we can’t be leaving town! What about our reservations!?”

“Yes we can. I already cancelled them. This is your present. Now run along and get packed.”

“Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise. Pack stuff to sleep in, clothes for warm weather and a nice dress.”


—Time Skip—

“LA, Tom?! You’ve taken me to LA!?”

“Yes… is that okay?”

“More than okay! The cold weather was driving me insane! Now come on, we have to get to our hotel!”

Tom had called an Uber to pick us up from the airport and it drove us to a beautiful hotel.

“Oh, Tom! This is amazing!”

“Thank you, beautiful. Now let’s go inside, order room service and then cuddle for the rest of the night. Tomorrow is a big day!”

Tom and I spent the night shoving our faces with pizza and watching Friends on TV. I eventually fell sleep while laying in his lap. I was briefly brought back into consciousness when I felt arms pick me up and place me onto our bed. I felt Tom slide in next to me and press a kiss to my temple.

“I do hope tomorrow goes as planned.” I hear him whisper before he snuggles his face in the crook of my neck and falls asleep.

—Time Skip—

“Tom, this food is delicious! How did you even get reservations to this place on Valentine’s Day!? And so quickly!?”

“Uh, hello? I’m Spider-Man. Far better and superior to Bee-Man.”

I laughed and felt Tom grab my hand across the table.

“We better hurry up and finish. I still have one surprise left for you.”

I smiled over at Tom as he pointed to his watch that I had given him this morning. He had been wanting it for a while. His parents told me they were getting it for him for Christmas so I didn’t buy it for him but then they accidentally ordered the wrong one. So, I bought him the right one for our anniversary.

Tom paid the bill and grabbed my hand. He drug me out the door and down the street.

“Where are we going!?”

“You’ll see!”

After about 20 minutes of walking, we were met with a cab at the bottom of a giant hill. Tom opened the door for me and I got inside. Tom came in next to me and the cab began to drive. The drive up the hill was beautiful.

When we reached the top, I was met with a beautiful white building.

“Tom, what is this place?”

“You ask too many questions. Just follow me.”

Tom held my hand as he walked up to the door.

“And this is where I blindfold you.”


I was cut off by Tom shushing me and placing a piece of cloth over my eyes and tying it. Tom grabbed my hand and led me inside. He guided me through the building very well but still managed to bump into a few things causing both of us to laugh. Finally, I heard a door open and close.

“You can take it off, now.”

I slid the blindfold off my eyes and gasped at what I saw.

Tom and I were standing in a giant black room, surrounded by stars and tiny planets.

“Welcome to the City of Stars.” Tom whispered in my ear before a soft piano sound started playing. Tom circled around me and held his hand out.

As soon as I took it, he pulled me into his chest and placed my hand on his shoulder before he placed his on my lower back.

Tom began to lead me around the the floor, spinning me, dipping me, and lifting me to the sound of the music.

As we danced, I looked around at all the stars and planets that seemed to be dancing with us. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I hadn’t even noticed that Tom had stopped dancing.

“Which one do you think Bee-Man and his slightly less beautiful version of you live on?”

I smiled at Tom and left his side to walk around the planetarium. I scanned over every star before one in particular stood out.

“That one.” I said, as I pointed to it.

I felt Tom slide his arms around my waist from behind as we looked at the star.

“Well, then that one’s yours.” Tom said as he held a certificate out to me.


“Yup. All we have to do is right down its location, give it a name and sign this document and then it’s yours. So, what do you want to name this shinning star in the Pegasus constellation?”

“The City of Stars.”

Tom smiled and pulled me into a passionate kiss as the piano music came to and end around us.

“I think I want it to stay…”

Imagine Chris fulfilling his promise.

A/N: Yes, got this finished before I head out for the day. Thank God the time zones mess with my sleep schedule, right? 😂 This is a request from @ateliefloresdaprimavera. I hope you like it, love. I did, it’s honestly so cute. ❤️ And I love Mckenna, she’s really a doll. I can’t wait to watch ‘Gifted’, I’m going to sob like a baby.

Chris’ head titled as he watched you with a smile on his lips; he still couldn’t believe that he finally got to meet you in person. You’d both been in attendance of the same award shows and parties before, but he’d never gotten to chance to cross paths with you. It wasn’t until the 89th annual Oscars, at the Vanity Fair after party, that he finally caught you. You were talking to Octavia Spencer, who was a dear enough friend to Chris for him to butt into the conversation and introduce himself to you. The second your hands touch, Octavia excused herself. The look of adoration in Chris’ eyes did not go unnoticed, by you or Octavia. You were a fan of Chris’ so you’d heard him talk about how much he liked you on his interviews which was incredibly flattering, and as for Octavia- Chris had told her numerous time that he’d kill for a chance to speak with you; she wanted to get out of there before he killed her.

“You’re staring again,” you said and chuckled when Chris darted his gaze away. “I’m teasing,” you laughed and placed a hand on Chris’. “You’re fine. I like it when you stare, it’s very flattering.” He smiled and turned his hand palm up, entwining his fingers with yours. “So this is Chris Evans flirting, huh?”

“Actually,” he chuckled. “This is Chris Evans trying very hard not to freak out.” You smiled, brushing your thumb over his hand. “I’m so honored to be in your company, like you have no idea how happy I am right now.” You felt yourself blush. “You’re just such an amazing person, Y/N. This is the first time I’ve officially met you and I can say without a doubt that I’m in-love with you already.”

“Okay,” you chuckled, “I’m not that amazing.”

“I’d beg to differ,” he smiled. “You are that amazing.”

“You just met me, Chris. Are you seriously that sure about me already?” You quizzed and he nodded, smiling. “Oh please,” you giggled. “You think you know me, but you just know the person I portray when I’m in public. When you take me out on that date, you’re going to realize that I’m not all that and you’re going to get over this little crush you have on me.”

“That’s not going to happen,” he shook his head, chuckling. “Because sweetheart,” he pulled your hand to his lips and mumbled into your skin, “I’m going to marry you one day.” You laughed and nodded mockingly. “Just you wait and see,” he winked.
• • • • • • • •
You sat backstage with Lisa and Mckenna’s mom at the Ellen show where Chris and McKenna were being interviewed for their upcoming movie, ‘Gifted’. You smiled as you watched your husband through the TV, enjoying his interaction with Mckenna as you subconsciously smoothed your hand over your small baby bump. He was just going to be the greatest father when your child came along and you couldn’t wait until your little one arrived.

“Was it fun working with this guy here?”

“Yes,” Mckenna looked over at Chris, smiling. “We were always singing and dancing and he’s so nice. He has such a kind heart. He’s always doing charity and…” She trailed off, giving Chris time to respond to her sweetness.

“I pay her,” Chris chuckled, waving it off though he thought it was a huge deal that Mckenna liked him so much. It gave him a glimpse of the life he was about to have with you, hoping his own child would adore him as much as his on screen one did. “It’s not a big deal.”

“You know what’s a big deal though,” Ellen began, smiling because she too was incredibly happy for you and Chris. “You’re going to be a dad soon,” she said. Immediately Chris smiled and Mckenna clapped, bouncing excitedly in her seat. “Your lovely wife, Y/N, who is someone I absolutely adore.” Chris nodded, his smile growing wider with each second. “She’s how many weeks now?”

“She’s about fourteen weeks, so um- we’ve still got a while to go before the baby comes,” Chris answered. “We’re very excited, yeah. It’s been a long time coming, I’ve been waiting for this moment for what seems like forever.”

“Yeah,” Ellen chuckled. “I think she said the last time she was on the show- I believe it was your second wedding anniversary?” She quizzed and Chris nodded. “She said that you actually told her you were going to marry her the night you met her.”

“Uh…” Chris chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah, I did.” He nodded and the audience clapped. “Um- She’s just one of those amazing people that you have a small window of opportunity with, y'know? I’ve been waiting for a chance to speak with her for so long that when I finally got it, I knew I wasn’t going to let it get away. She’s the one,” he shrugged, smiling. “Um-” He glanced over his shoulder when the audience clapped; Ellen had put photos of the two of you up on the screen. “Yeah, she’s beautiful and perfect and- I’m just the luckiest man on the planet.”

“Awwww,” Mckenna cooed, making Chris laugh. “That’s so sweet! You see what I mean? He has such a kind heart! He’s such a nice person, Ellen,” she told Ellen who nodded in agreement. “I just think he’s going to be the best dad and Y/N is going to be the best mom. They’re so lovely and I really like them together.”

“Aw,” Chris laughed, wrapping an arm around Mckenna, “you’re such a sweetheart. Y/N and I love her, we’ve told her parents numerous times that we’d gladly take her in if ever something happened to them.” Everyone laughed; you looked over at Mckenna’s mom, smiling, and she chuckled. “I just hope that my child loves me as much as this one.”

“Oh, of course!” Mckenna looked shocked that Chris would even say that. “Chris, you’re going to be so amazing as a dad and your baby is going to love you so much.” Chris smiled. “Trust me, you’re so much fun. There’s no way that your baby is going to love you any less than I do.”

“I agree,” Ellen nodded. “Both you and Y/N are going to be amazing parents. I wish you all the best and I urge everyone to watch ‘Gifted’ which comes out on 12th of April! The movie is absolutely amazing, the two leads are just so incredibly talented.” Chris and Mckenna smiled at each other before turning to the audience. “Chris Evans and Mckenna Grace, everyone!”
• • • • • • • •
“Hey you,” you smiled at Chris when he entered the green room with Mckenna by his side; she ran over to her mom to talk about how well she did. Chris, on the other hand, smiled and walked over to you, pulling you to your feet to hug you. “You did so good, baby. The tap dancing was top-notch,” you teased and he chuckled.

“Thank you for marrying me,” he whispered into your hair after pressing a kiss to your head. “I don’t know where my life would be if you didn’t say yes. I definitely wouldn’t be as happy as I am now, and-” he pulled away to place his hand on your bump. “I wouldn’t be a father.”

“You’re going to be an amazing father,” you smiled and placed your hand over his. “And I believe I’m the one who should say thank you. We wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you, Chris. So thank you,” you wrapped your arms around his neck and his hands landed on your waist. “Thank you for fulfilling your promise to marry me one day.”

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Oh! Oh! Can I request a Negan x reader fic where the reader just turned 18 and Negan shares her first drink with her which leads to the bedroom? I got my fingers crossed for a little freaky-Deaky. 🤞🏻❤️ @fandomfreak202

sorry this took a decade to get out! hope you enjoy! x 

“23rd February. Red circle? Shit. Why did I circle today?” you thought curiously, looking up at your calendar, you had purchased from the sanctuary’s ‘store’ with your hard earned points. You had the job of laundry, mostly just the wives dresses and lingerie. They frequently needed them washing, considering Negan got through at least a minimum of two wives a day. You couldn’t deny your jealousy, sitting on your ass all day and getting anything you wanted would be nicer than having to go outside and deal with the post-apocalyptic world. You knew Negan would never offer you the chance to become a wife, his pet names for you were ‘kid’ or ‘little one’, making you feel like a three year-old. He would never see you as a woman, always that kid.

You got ready for the day, grabbing your point’s sheet and heading down to the washroom. Your friend, Malia was already down there, working away without you. “Trying to get some extra points? Your a half an hour early.” She quizzed, looking confused. “No, I’m just a little forgetful today. I circled today on my calendar and I can’t remember why. Did I ever mention it to you?” Malia shook her head, folding the top she was holding. “No. I can’t remember you mentioning anything.” You sighed, feeling stumped. You knew that it would annoy you until you remembered why today was so special.

 You finished your 7 hour shift, placing the washboard back in its holder.  Malia had finished about an hour ago, saying good night to you as it was getting dark when she left. You wiped your face with a flannel, a slight sheen of sweat on your forehead.  You locked the door to the washroom behind you, placing the key in your back pocket. You began walking back to your room, located on the other side of the sanctuary. You took a turn to the left, walking down the corridor that had the saviour’s rooms along it. Going up the stairs, you came to the floor that housed the wives and their rooms.  A pain of jealousy hit your heart, knowing Negan was probably with one of them right now.

You came to your door, before Simon sneaked up on you from behind, wrapping his arms around you in a hug. “Happy birthday, sweetheart!” he exclaimed, as you turned your head to look at him. That’s what you had forgotten; it was your birthday today! You didn’t really see the point in celebrating birthdays anymore, but you didn’t want to put a damper on Simon’s mood. “Thank you Si. What did you need me for?” You asked, just wanting to get a nice bath. “Negan wants to see you in his room, asap.” he said, giving you one last hug before walking off back to his duties. You started to worry a little, if Negan asked you to visit him, it wasn’t normally good. Last time, Dwight had been burnt by Negan. You couldn’t think of anything you might have done to piss him off, so you hoped it wasn’t anything negative. You walked further upstairs, onto the floor of Negan’s room. This floor was reserved for Negan and his top guys, making you intimidated and not worthy of being here. Negan’s door was placed at the end of the hallway, every step you took felt like a mile. You approached the door, breathing in and out before knocking firmly on the door.  

“Come in!” you heard him shout through the door, firm and blunt. You pushed the handle down, opening the door with a slight creak.  You popped your head around the door, seeing Negan sat at his desk, leather jacket placed on the back of his suede desk chair. “You wanted to see me, sir?” you addressed him, not knowing what your words did to him. “Come on in sweetheart.” He beckoned you in with his fingers; you feeling yourself swoon at his nickname. You walked further into the room, his eyes watching your chest swell in the tight tank top you had on. “Don’t be nervous, darlin’. I brought you in here because…” he started, opening one of his wooden desk draws to reveal a bottle of whisky. “I want your first drink to be with me.” He pulled the lid off with his teeth, grabbing two small glasses. He guided you to the couch, sitting at the side of you. He placed the glasses on the glass coffee table in front of the couches.  He passed you one, clinking the glasses together before you both gulped them down. You heaved at the taste, feeling the alcohol burning your throat. “Don’t worry darlin’, you get used to the taste.”

“So you were a teacher? In a school? With children? And you didn’t get fired, ever?” you asked in disbelief, feeling tipsy from the whisky you and Negan had been sharing. “Hey now, I was a good fucking teacher. I do wonder what happened to my students sometimes though, some of them were fucking good but others were fucking shit.” He confessed, downing the leftover contents of the glass. “Did they call you coach Negan? Or Mr Negan?” you giggled, picturing Negan in a sports outfit, playing soccer or basketball. “Always fucking sir, sweetheart. They showed me respect, just like you do doll. I like that about you.” He smiled, edging closer to you. 

“You know, being 21 now. I don’t feel any different; I don’t feel like a woman. I mean, what 21 year old hasn’t had sex before?” you sighed, not realising what you had let slip to your crush.  “You’re a virgin, doll? Oh my goodness.” He said, getting up from the seat. “Please, don’t treat me like a kid. Negan.” You sighed, walking over to him, grabbing onto his t-shirt to make him stay. “I want this, I want you. I have for a while but you see me as some dumb kid, don’t you?” you cried, letting the alcohol mess with your emotions. 

“No sweetheart, I don’t see you as a dumb kid. I see you as an independent, sexy grown woman. I’ve always wanted you, hell more than my fucking wives. I’ve imagined you in every position possible, but I didn’t want to act on it because of your age. I didn’t want to be the creepy old pervert.” He explained, his eyes burning into yours. “Well, lucky for you. I’m into older guys anyway.” You whispered into his ear, beginning to kiss under his earlobe. You heard him give a low growl, picking you up, walking towards the couch again. He put you down, spreading your legs so he could get in-between them. He placed his lips on yours, his beard rubbing against your cheek. Your fingers ran through his slicked back hair, as his hands grasped your waist. You ran your hands down his chest, and put them up his t-shirt, silently begging for him to take it off. He whipped it off, disregarding it on the floor, his full attention on you. He placed his hands on his belt, undoing it so he could get to his zipper.  

He began to slide his trousers down his legs as you took your top off, throwing it down near his t-shirt. You straddled him, feeling his hardening cock through his boxer shorts. He ran his hands up your back, unclasping your bra. As soon as your breasts were exposed, he took your right nipple in his mouth, sucking and teasing. You moaned, grabbing onto his hair. You broke away from him, so you could take off the rest of your clothes. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this babygirl.” He gasped, pulling your naked body back on top of him. You put your hands down his boxer shorts, grasping onto his hard cock. He moaned, bucking his hips slightly as he lifted himself so you could slide them off his body. They fell like a pool at the bottom of his feet, kicking them off before climbing back on top of you.

 “Fuck, are you ready sweetheart?” he asked, you dripping with anticipation. “Yes fuck!” you begged, Negan admiring you from above. He slid into your opening, you fitting him like a glove. You felt a tight pain as he began at a slow pace, knowing he didn’t want to hurt you. The pain started to subside the faster he went, you easing more into it. “Fuck, Negan harder!” you moaned, wrapping your legs around him, allowing him to go deeper. “Fuck, sweetheart. You feel so fucking good!” he said, grabbing your legs from around him, placing them on his shoulders. You gasped at the new feeling, pleasure building up in your core. Negan could feel himself getting ready, not wanting to release before you.

 “Come on baby, let me see that pretty cum face of yours.” He growled, hearing your whimpers and moans bringing him closer to his own climax. You felt yourself let go, along with a loud shout of Negan’s name. “Fuck, sweetheart. Shit!” he swore, feeling him release inside you. He fell on top of you, making sure not to crush your body in the process.

“Fuck, baby. Can I propose to you now?”

Little Sister

(requested by anon)

Damon hurts reader when his humanity is off and Kai comforts her.


Y/N woke up in the middle of the night from a loud noise coming from downstairs. Having supernatural hearing sucks. she thought as she got up and walked downstairs. Ever since Damon flipped his humanity switch after Elena was forced into a sleeping curse , things at the Salvatore Boarding House have been a little out of control.  
Y/N walked down the stairs and tripped over something … or someone. She could smell the blood.
“What the hell?” she muttered , kneeling down. Whoever it was she had tripped over , was already dead. Y/N sighed in frustration. “Damon !” she raised her voice. “Damon !” she called out again , carefully walking over the body , nearly tripping over another. Suddenly someone grabbed her foot.
“Help me…” a young girl said.
Y/N kneeled down , biting her wrist and bringing it to the girls mouth.
“Leave and forget this ever happened.” she compelled the girl.
A few more steps away she found another survivor.
“Damn it Damon …” she cursed under her breath.
A few steps ahead there was a guy still bleeding out on the carpet.
Lovely. she thought. This will be hell to clean up.
It was dark in the house , but the fire in the fireplace was burning , lighting up the living room enough for Y/N to see Damon draining yet another body. He wasn’t alone. Kai was on the other sofa , draining some random stranger.
“Since when are you two buddies ?” Y/N asked annoyed.
Kai let the body drop on the ground , blood dripping from his chin , the black veins under his eyes slowly fading away.
“Oh hello.” Kai said. “We didn’t wake you , did we ?” he said glancing for a second at Damon who grinned at the comment and then returning his gaze to Y/N.
Y/N rolled her eyes. “No , no … I was just randomly sleepwalking and tripping over dead bodies in the house.” she said with a sarcastic smile , glancing at Kai and returning her attention towards her brother. “You can’t keep doing this. So many people missing will draw too much attention.”
Damon finished his snack and turned towards Y/N. “You are an even bigger buzzkill than Stefan.”
Y/N scoffed. Her brother had gone off the deep end and Stefan had picked the worst possible moment to go out of town leaving her to deal with Damon alone.
“Look , I know you miss Elena , but this is not you. What do you think Elena would say when she finds out the first thing you did after leaving her in a coffin for the next 50 years was to throw a ‘dinner party’ killing dozens because you couldn’t deal with the pain of losing her?” she paused for a second , pointing at Kai. “And why are you hanging out with him of all people ?!”
Kai had an amused look on his face.
“Oh , you think this is funny?” Y/N asked him. “May I remind you , none of this would be happening if you hadn’t put that spell on Elena.”
“Ouuchh.” Kai muttered.
Y/N couldn’t belive any of them at that moment. Damon was looking straight through her. It was like her words weren’t even being registered by him and Kai … well , he was Kai.
“Are you even listening to me Damon ?” she asked , a second later Damon had pinned her to the wall , his hand wrapped around her neck.
“Listen to me , you are better than this -” she started to say but was cut off by her brother.
“No , you listen to me. I am better like  this and I do not need you coming to my rescue because guess what - I don’t need to be rescued.” Damon hissed at her. Y/N rolled her eyes and pushed him away , sent him flying across the room.
“You  are the big brother Damon . You  are supposed to be looking after me , not the other way around.” she said just as Damon came after her again. This time punching a whole in her chest , wrapping his hand around her heart , queezing it. Y/N was struggling to breath.
“I never should’ve gone back for you in 1867. Turning you was the biggest mistake of my life.” Damon hissed.
Y/N felt as if the whole world has been turned upside down. Damon , her brother , the one who loved her so much and had convinced Stefan to go back for her … who always protected  her and looked after her even before he became a vampire… Her brother was gone. She had no idea who was standing in front of her. Tears filled her eyes , not because of the pain in her chest , but because her brother had shattered her heart with those words.
“Kill me , Damon. At least I will be free of you.” she said angrily , barely uttering the words. Her brother stared at her , his expression blank. “Go on. Do it! Kill me !” she raised her voice , a tear rolling down her cheek.

Kai who was enjoying the show until this point , suddenly got up muttering a spell reaching his hand. Damon screamed in pain , pulling his hand out of Y/N’s chest and holding his head as if it was about to explode.
“I think that’s enough…” Kai said , his voice scary calm.
“Stay out of this , creeper! ” Damon snapped back at him.
Up until this moment Kai was having fun watching them argue…but watching Damon break Y/N’s heart while also trying to literally rip it out of her chest ?  Damon had crossed a line. Before the merge Kai probably wouldn’t have cared at all what happens to Y/N , but now emotions got in the way. Y/N was always nicer to Kai than the others , always willing to listen at least while the others directly shut him out. She didn’t deserve to die , not like this. Not at the hands of her own brother.
“And they say I am the monster…” Kai muttered , flicking his wrist snapping Damon’s neck.  
Kai kneeled down next to Y/N who had a shocked look on her face. Who could blame her ? Her brother just tried to kill her. he thought and suddenly felt a peck of guilt for all the things he had done to his siblings , to Liv …
“Y/N , are you OK?” he asked , Y/N glaring at him in disbelief. “Right , dumb question.”
Kai looked at the girl standing before him unsure what to do. Emotions are so hard to navigate , he thought. A  moment later he sat on the floor down next to her and wrapped his arms around her as she started crying. The pain in her eyes made him feel helpless and he hated that. He also hated the fact he had no idea how to get her to stop crying.
“Do you want some ice cream or maybe chocolate ? In movies that usually helps … ” he asked but she just shook her head. Kai took a deep breath , deciding to take a different approach. “You know , he didn’t mean it. You are his little sister and I’m sure he loves you … even without his humanity.” he said gently brushing her a tear from her cheek.
Y/N looked at him through tears. Kai was last person Y/N had expected to ever comfort her , to make her feel safe but in this exact moment thats exactly how he made her feel. Safe. If it wasn’t for him , she’d probably be dead. She wrapped her hands around him and he hugged her tight. This feels nice.  she thought with a surprise , warmth spreading through her body.
“Thank you…for saving me.” she whispered.
“Any time.” he said rubbing her back.
They stood curled up on the floor for a while longer before Y/N’s breathing calmed down a little and her sobs stopped. Damon was starting to come back to life.Y/N wriggled out of Kai’s hands and stood up , taking a few steps towards the hidden vervain stash.
All of the sudden Kai felt empty. Not having her in his arms somehow felt wrong to him. He watched as she injected Damon with a concentrated dose of vervain and turned towards him , her eyes still filled with hurt.
“Do you mind umm… could you help me out with this , please ?” she asked pointing at Damon. Kai nodded and together they dragged Damon’s body down the cellar , locking him up in a cell.
Kai glanced at Y/N who had wrapped her hands around her chest , looking through the small window on top of the door at Damon’s body laying on the ground. He wanted to say something but words escaped him. Since when do I have trouble talking to girls?!  he thought. He followed Y/N upstairs and he watched as she poured herself a drink, looking around the living room.
THIS will have to wait until morning. she thought glancing for a moment at Kai.
Kai.. she thought a small smile across her face.
“I .. I should go.” he said heading towards the door.
Y/N hesitated for a split second. She still felt warmth on the inside … It was because of Kai , she knew it and she didn’t want him to go.
“Or you can stay ?” she said in quiet voice. Kai turned around looking at her. There was something in his eyes that had changed. “Please , stay… ” she asked again. “I don’t want to be alone tonight.”
“Yeah , sure.. If that’s what you want.” he said walking back towards her. Y/N could hear a smile in his voice. She poured another glass with bourbon and handed it to him but he refused. She sat on the sofa , Kai sitting next to her.
“You know something’s tickling at my mind.” she said trailing off. “Why did Damon leave any survivors? It’s very unlike him … ” she thought out loud.
A small smile showed up on Kai’s face. “Those weren’t Damon’s victims …”  he said , Y/N turning around with a surprised look on her face.
“Who would’ve thought…” she said , a smile on her face. Y/N snuggled closer to Kai and he wrapped his arms around her pulling her close. She listened to his breathing for a while before they both fell asleep , exhaustion catching up with them.

“Y/N , I’m home … ” Stefan said , freezing on the spot noticing all the dead bodies around the living room. “What the -” he started to say as his gaze fell on his little sister and Kai snuggled together on the sofa. He walked towards them , poking his little sister awake. She slowly opened her eyes and saw Stefan looking at her with a curious look , his eyes darting between her and Kai. “Care to explain what’s going on here ?” he asked.


Imagine #65

A/N: Remember when I told you I’d do an imagine based off of a previous imagine (IMAGINE #52) I did? You can read that first if you’d like, but I’d be concentrating on only one part from there.

“How he shows you he loves you:  It was the gesture you found adorable because it didn’t only mean that he loves you but it also meant something else for him. When you’d go out grocery shopping and would already be checking out the items you’ve bought at the check-out counter, Isaac would wrap his arms around your waist and rest his head on either your shoulders or on top of your head.”

I actually forgot about this until I stumbled upon Jess and Gabriel’s vlog… you can watch it here >> X <<  (it’s at 10:00 mehehe) so you can say that it was also inspired by the video LOL! And like always, if any errors occur, my apologies :)


“Okay, I’ll be right back.” Isaac placed a kiss on your cheek before going ahead and looking for the specific cream you used to make your famous carbonara that Isaac and the pack seemed to love, it would always be gone the minute you’d place it on the table.

As you looked through the aisle that contained the canned mushrooms, you pushed your cart towards the middle in search of the usual can of mushrooms your mother bought when she taught you the recipe.

While you moved the grocery cart further in search for the brand, you felt as though someone was following you. You didn’t mind it though since you thought that you were only imagining things, and since the grocery was packed with people doing some last-minute buying for their meals for Thanksgiving, your mind could just be playing tricks on you that maybe the person was just doing the same thing and looking for the same brand of mushrooms.

Pushing the cart some more, you finally stopped to reach for the brand you were looking for on the shelf. Once you were checking to see if it was the right one, a figure suddenly approached you making you jerk in surprise and drop the can.

Shortly after the can of mushroom slipped through your fingers, you heard an ow coming from the person in front of you.

“Oh my, I am so sorry.” You apologized almost frantically, trying to reach for the can that unfortunately dropped on the person’s foot.

“No, no.” The man said, stopping you from reaching the can. “It’s fine, here, let me.”

“Thank you,” you replied, taking the product from him and putting it in the cart. “Sorry about your foot, by the way.”

“Yeah, no big deal.” He just scoffed, acting like it didn’t bother him. “Just glad it was a pretty one who dropped it.”

At this, you suddenly felt taken back at his words.

“Yeah, sorry.” He suddenly apologized with a chuckle, “I’m not really good at this but I just had to say hi-”

“Oh,” It was the only thing you could think of at the moment, not really sure how to respond to the sudden forwardness this guy was emitting. “Well, hi to you too.”

“- And can I just say how pretty you are?” He smiled before reaching out his hand and introducing himself. “I’m Daniel, by the way.”

“Hi, Daniel.” You reached your hand and shook his.

As he tried to attempt to make a conversation by asking you what were you doing here (boy, I’m grocery shopping, what does it look like I’m doing?), your fingers started to fidget with the ring on your finger as you nodded with a smile and replied to some of the questions he asked. At this point, you were trying to muster up the courage of not being rude and just telling him straight out.

“So, could I maybe ask you-” At that, you cut him off from continuing his question any further.

“I’m… actually married.” You stated. Hearing the words, the guy looked a bit shocked as his eyebrows furrowed saying, “wait, what?”

“Yeah,” The guy looked down on your finger for confirmation. And when he saw the golden band and the large sparkling rock on your finger, all he could manage was an, “Oh.”

“But, like, you’re really young.” The guy looked at you again.

“Yeah, I’m Y/A.” You replied.

“Wow, that’s fast,” All you could do was just smile.

It wasn’t too long before he bid goodbye saying that it was nice talking to you, embarrassment could be seen in his face, and it didn’t take long for Isaac to come back with an arm full of the creams you needed for the pasta.

“That’s a lot,” you could only giggle when he had the big smile on his face showing that he was proud that he didn’t get lost in the groceries again, but he shortly noticed something was up – that something happened while he was away for a good 3 minutes.

“What happened?” He asked worriedly, almost dropping the packs of cream on the floor as his shoulders seemed to sag.

“There was a guy-” you whispered.

“There was a guy?!”

“Shh!” At the volume Isaac asked with, you tried to hush him because you didn’t know if the person was still in the hearing distance. “Not here.”

“A guy?!” he shouted in a whisper. “What happened? What guy? Who’s the guy? Where is this guy?”

He looked around the aisle as his ears turned a pink shade, a shade you knew all too well when he got mad or annoyed at something or someone.

“What happened, Y/N?” He asked repeatedly.

“Later, Isaac.” You replied in a low voice while you pushed the cart farther from the aisle you were at. “I just want to leave.”

At those words, your husband’s eyes widened and the pink shade that colored his ears turned darker. “That bad?”

Isaac looked behind the both of you, eyes still looking for any particular guy.

“Isaac, let’s just go.” You hooked your arm with his trying to pull him away as you pushed the cart in front of you to the checkout.

While you were placing the products you bought, you suddenly caught a glimpse of Daniel a few check-out counters behind you. Isaac noticed this and turned to see where you were looking at and almost the exact time he spotted the guy you were talking about, he saw Daniel was looking at you.

You waited and watched as the prices showed up on the screen while the lady manning the counter checked the product’s and bagged them in the brown paper bags, her small talks making you smile.

As you waited for the other products to be bagged, you felt strong arms wrap around your waist and a chin on top of your head. Isaac’s arms pulled you against him as you looked up and saw that he was looking at you with a smile, the giggle you were trying to hold down was showing as your lips pursed - you already felt the vibe that he already knew where the guy was and this attempt was to show that you were already with someone else – that you were already married to someone, for crying out loud.  

Title: Newest Addition
Character: Jake Peralta
A/n: This’ll most likely turn into a series because I like the idea a lot, lemme know if you’d be interested. Also, cop jargon is not my strong suit, apologies.

You mentally went over your introduction for the hundredth time that morning, not wanting to mess up your first day on the job. Your grip on your shoulder bag tightened and loosened as you tried to shake off the nerves. You were fully confident in your skills as a sketch artist, but new people in unknown situations always made you jumpy.

You pulled open the door of the 99th precint and slowly peered inside, seeing a bunch of people sauntering around the office space as they carried piles of papers or coffee mugs.

You looked down at a small stick-it note you had written all of your information on, but you had no idea where to go from there.

“Hello, can I help you something?” You looked up at saw a smiling woman with dark hair pulled back into a bun standing in front of you.

“Yes! Hi, I’m looking for Captain Ray Holt? It’s my first day and I’m supposed to inform him first thing.”

“Oh, you must be the new sketch artist!” She said, holding her hand out for you to shake. “I’m Detective Amy Santiago.”

“(Y/f/n), it’s very nice to meet you, Amy,” You said noticing her firm hold on your hand. “So, are you like the top dog around here?”

Amy’s eyes got a certan glint to them and she stood up taller as she smoothed her brightly colored blouse. “Why yes, it’s been proven to be true, aside from Captain Holt, of course. Lemme take you to his office.”

“Well, well,” Amy said, noticing Jake walking in through the front doors. “Look who’s late again.”

“For your information, Santiago,” Jake said as he dropped a bag onto his desk. “I stopped to get food after catching a perp trying to tear up a parking ticket.”

Amy gave him a look before starting the first case report of the day. “Regardless, I got to see the new member first.”

Jake frowned. “Aw, what! They’re here already?”

Amy looked up from her monitor proudly. “Yes, she seems very nice.”

“Is she cute?”

“Shut up.”

“Attention everyone!” Captain Holt announced, extending his hand out to you. “This is (Y/n), she’s out newest sketch artist. Please make her feel welcome.”

Jake took one glance at you and got the biggest smile on his face. “Score! She’s super cute!”

Amy scolded him. “And you are staying far away from her.”

“That is totally not happening.”

“Now, we have busy day today but if someone would be willing to show (Y/n) the ropes, it would be most appreciated.”

Amy was about to stand up, but Jake had already sprinted up to the two of you.

“I’ve got this,” Jake said as he gave you a charming smile and extended a hand to you. “Jake Peralta, best detective in the building, certified badass and available.”

Holt rolled his eyes. “Detective, please refrain from flirting with new members. We don’t want to scare them off.”

You laughed and shook his hand. “I don’t mind, I found it funny.”

Jake smiled and linked his arm with yours. “I like you already.”

“This is the interrogation room, depending on the case, you’ll probably do most of your work in here, getting descriptions from witnesses the works.” Jake explained, hopping up on the metal table.

You nodded, looking around the bare room. “What happened to the last sketch artist.”

“You know what, I don’t really know. He called in sick a couple times and then just stopped showing up altogether,” Jake hopped down from the table and looked around discreetly before leaning close to you. “Between you and me though, I think he’s working for the fire department now.”

“Fire department?”

“Shh, we don’t speak of them in this sanctuary,” Jake said as he folded his arms. “But enough about that, I’m very curious about you, Miss (Y/n).”

You shrugged. “What do you want to know?”

“Psh, just the usual protocol questions. What’s your star sign? Favorite color? Do you have a boyfriend? Girlfriend? Opinions on the movie ‘Die Hard’?”

You laughed, brows scrunching together as you tried to think of all the answers. But a knock on the door interrupted your thought process.

“(L/n), Sergeant Terry has a witness for you.” Gina said as she leaned against the door.

“Oh, thank you,” You told her with a smile before turning back to Jake. “Perhaps another time?”

“Sure!” Jake said watching you leave the room before he leaned back into the table. “Gina! We were having a moment!”

“She’s literally been here not even a full day and you’re already trying to bone her.” She observed before shrugging. “I can respect that.”

“Am not!” Jake said with an appalled expression. “I just happen to find her very attractive and interesting.”

“Great, so you have a thing for the new chick. Can’t wait to live tweet this.” Gina replied, already typing away on her phone before leaving the doorway.

Jake turned around for half a second before Santiago marched into the room. “What’s this I hear about you trying to seduce the sketch artist!”

“Man, that woman is fast,” Jake said but shook his head. “So what if I am?”

“No, no. There’s finally another woman on this team that seems nice and sane and I will not let you ruin her with one of your lame one night stand dates!” Amy said, folding her arms as she frowned at him.

“Why does everyone keep saying that?”

“Because your Jake Peralta, when was your last serious relationship?”

“A fair point, but still hurtful!” Jake said before sighing. “I can be nice too!”

“Just leave her alone, Peralta. She’s out of your league anyways.” Amy said, giving him another disapproving look before leaving the interrogation room.

“I can, and I’ll prove it!” Jake said before pulling out his phone and dialing a number. “Boyle, meet me in the interrogation room pronto, we have work to do.

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Imagine early mornings with Chris and your son.

A/N: Part 2 is here, yay! (Read previous parts of the mini series: ‘Little Ones - Part 1’ and 'Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts; Baby Fever; and Memory Lane - Masterlist) Side note, is everyone excited for the Oscars? I’m soooo pumped.

“Mama, wake up.” You felt a small hand gently tapping at the top of your head, pulling you out of your much needed slumber. “Mama, it’s my birthday.” You heard your son whisper, his breath warm against your ear. “It’s time to wake up.”

Before you could give in to his incessant tapping and open your eyes, you heard Chris’ voice enter the room. “Buddy,” he chuckled softly, leaning against the door frame with his arms across his chest. “What did I say?” The tapping stopped and the small presence moved. “Your party doesn’t start till two, we have plenty of time. Let your mom sleep,” he told Jack as he lifted the boy into his arms. “Let’s go have breakfast.”

You took a short, sharp breath and opened your eyes, stretching as Chris glanced over his shoulder. He smiled when you smiled, mouthing a “thank you.” He nodded then disappeared around the corner, “mm hm” and “uh huh” and “is that so?” leaving his lips to entertain Jack’s thoughts and questions. You smiled again because he really was the best husband and father; he had stayed up as late as you had last night, yet you were still in bed and he was already up and at it with your excitable son. You looked over at your alarm clock which had been set for 7:30AM and huffed a tired sigh when you saw it was only 6:58AM.

You stretched again then sat up, running your hands through your hair. There was no sense in going back to sleep now, even though you would’ve savored every bit of the next thirty-two minutes; you simply had too much to do. There were a lot of people coming to Jack’s birthday party, a little too many considering he was just a two year old in preschool. But then again, he wasn’t just any two year old in preschool; he was the son of Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N. He had relationships with people no other two year old should have, unless- of course- that two year old was also lucky enough to have parents in the Hollywood industry. It was kind of nice to know there were people willing to fly in specifically for Jack’s birthday, people that you and Chris had worked and become friends with over the years. It was nice, but it was definitely going to be another long, long day for you and Chris.

 • • • • • • • • 

“Look, it’s Mickey Mouse.” Jack held up a piece of pancake that he’d bitten into the shape of Mickey Mouse’s head; Chris nodded and chuckled in response. “What did you make yours into, Daddy?” He got onto his knees and pressed his hands on the dining table, leaning in to peer at his dad’s plate.

“I- um-” Chris held up his pancake with pursed lips; he hadn’t turned it into anything, he was simply enjoying his breakfast. “It’s an island on the world map,” he told Jack and shrugged. “Pretty cool, huh?” Jack’s eyes narrowed as he studied his dad’s pancake.

“What island?” Jack asked with a raised brow, looking up at his dad.

“Does it matter?” Chris asked, plopping the pancake back down on his plate.

“Yes,” Jack nodded. “Mama always says that detail is key, so what’s the island called?”

“Jackson Island,” Chris quickly answered; he was starting to realize that Jack was like you when it came to trivial things like that; he couldn’t just let it go, he needed an answer. “It’s in the South Pacific, there are no humans there- just um- just dogs. So no,” he said before Jack could ask, “we can’t go and visit.”

“Dodger could go, right?” Jack quizzed. “He’s a dog.”

“Dodger is a dog, yes,” Chris nodded. “But he can’t visit because he’s our dog. What if he likes it there and doesn’t want to come home?” He asked Jack, knowing his attachment to Dodger would make him drop the subject. “We’d miss him terribly, won’t we?”

“Yeah,” Jack nodded, taking his plastic knife and fork to continue eating his pancake. “And I think Dodger would really like it so we shouldn’t tell him about it.” Chris nodded in agreement. “I like that it’s named after me though, Jackson Island. Jackson is a good name,” he murmured with his mouth full.

If you were around, Chris would tell Jack not to talk with his mouth full because you didn’t condone bad table manners. But seeing as you were still upstairs, Chris decided to join him instead; like father, like son. “It is a good name,” he nodded, cutting and forking another piece of pancake in his mouth, “why do you think we named you Jackson?”

“What are you doing?!” Jack’s little mouth fell open when he looked up and saw that his dad had cut another chunk out of his pancake- out of Jackson Island. “Why would you do that, Daddy?” He asked, his lips tightly pursed.

“Do what?” Chris chuckled confusedly.

“You killed Jackson Island, Daddy,” Jack frowned at his dad.

“Bud, it’s not actually-” Chris began as you entered the kitchen; you could hear the commotion from upstairs. As you padded down the staircase, you wondered what trivial issue your silly boy was fussing about this time in the Evans’ household.

“Mama,” Jack climbed off the chair, shrugging off his dad’s touch when Chris tried to help him down. “Daddy killed Jackson Island,” he ran over to you, hugging your legs. You placed a comforting hand on the top of his head and looked over at Chris with a raised brow, chuckling softly when he rolled his eyes to inform you of the importance of the situation. “He’s not a hero, he’s a monster,” he glanced back at Chris, scowling.

“Oh my God,” Chris ran his hand over his beard, chuckling. “All I did was-”

“Hush, Daddy.” You told Chris as you scooped Jack into your arms, resting him on your hip. “You’re on trial for the murder of Jackson Island.” You told him in a teasing tone and he chuckled. “Jack, why don’t you tell me what happened so I can decide it Daddy’s a hero or a monster.”

“What’s his punishment if he’s a monster?”

“I don’t know, what do you want?” You asked and he grinned.

“Can I get one present early?” He asked, cupping your face in his hands.

“Aren’t you decisive?” You moved your face out of his grip, chuckling. You looked over at Chris, who was rolling his eyes as well because you’d both figured out Jack’s master plan. It made sense now why Jack would call his dad- otherwise known as Captain America, his favorite superhero- a monster, he wanted to guilt trip his dad into giving him his present early. “You know what, go eat your breakfast you little monster.” You lowered his giggly self onto his feet, patting his butt.

“I nearly had both of you, didn’t I?” Jack quizzed, climbing back onto his chair.

“Nearly,” Chris nodded. “But you were a little too quick with your demands, you have to drag it ou-”

“Chris,” you cut him off, chuckling. “Don’t teach our child how to become better at manipulation, he’s already a little too good for a two year old.” Chris nodded, suppressing laughter as he took a sip out of his coffee. “And Jack,” he looked over at you, a piece of pancake in his mouth. “I was going to give you one of your presents early.” Jack’s eyes lit up and he grinned. “But-” you chuckled when he pouted, “you tried to play us so now you have to wait.”

“Aw, Mama.” Jack groaned. “I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry.” You shook your head with pursed lips; now it was your turn to play him. “Please? I’m sorry, can you please give me the present now?” You beckoned your head at Chris and Jack immediately turned his attention on his dad. “Daddy, I’m sorry.” He forced his way onto Chris’ lap; Chris chuckled, hugging Jack back when Jack hugged him. “You’re not a monster, you’re a hero.” Jack pulled back and cupped Chris’ face in his hands. “You’re my favorite hero.”

“Why am I your favorite hero?” Chris asked, dragging things out like he’d wanted to teach Jack to.

“You’re Captain America!” Jack grinned. “You’ve got a cool shield, you fight really well, you’re so strong and nice, and you wear red and blue. I like red and blue, they’re my favorite colors and you’re my favorite hero.” Chris looked over at you, nodding so you’d go get him his present; you’d both decided to give him the shoes so he could wear them at the party, and so he wouldn’t scowl at his dad when Chris wore those shoes. “You’re my favorite dad too,” he continued, hugging Chris tightly, “I love you so much.”

“And that’s how you do it, Bud.” Chris kissed the top of his head as Jack pulled away, giggling. “See, you gotta really milk the situation to get the best results. Now go,” he lowered Jack onto his feet and beckoned at you, who had returned to the kitchen with his present in hand. “I think you’re going to love your present.”

“Yay!” Jack cheered and ran over to you, giving you a hug as you descended to your knees. “Thank you, Mama.” He told you before pulling away to take his present. He sat on the floor in front of you and unwrapped, revealing the shoe box Chris’ shoes came in. “Are these Daddy’s shoes?!” He looked up at you excitedly and you chuckled.

“Better,” you told him.

“They’re your own shoes so you can stop stealing mine,” Chris chuckled, making his way over as you got to your feet. Chris watched Jack as you walked over to the coffee pot to pour yourself a cup, when you’d returned Jack had got the shoes out of the box and was staring at them in awe. “Do you like them, Bud?”

Jack looked up at the both of you with wide eyes and nodded, a slow but growing smile on his face. “I love them!” He squealed, kicking off his plush slippers to put on his new shoes. “They’re just like Daddy’s, but small so I can wear them while waiting until my feet are big enough!”

“You nailed it,” Chris wrapped an arm around you.

“Yeah, but I don’t think it means he’ll stop bugging you about your shoes.” You chuckled softly when Chris raised a brow because he hadn’t hear what Jack had said. “You didn’t hear what he said, did you? He said he can wear them while waiting until his feet are big enough.”

“Of course he did,” Chris chuckled softly.

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Part 3

The Captain and The Recruit - Part 4.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader.
Warnings: Language, Light Smut, Bucky being an awkward little duckling, Slow Burn.
Word Count: 1.2k

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Aaaay, get it Bucky boy! So, ahem, anyway… Here’s Part 2 of this absolute piece of trash. Things are going to hot a bit in this one - in more ways than one. Thanks to @buckybabybaby and @emolordisme for enjoying the last chapter. Enjoy!

This is a really great start! Looking forward to more ❤

Love it. So. Cute!!

‘The Price of Lies’ (Part 2)

Part 1

Bucky settled into the tower quite quickly. He learned fast to stay out of Tony’s way; even thought the latter had promised good behaviour, he wasn’t always able to conceal the fact that he didn’t like his company. Aside from that, Bucky’s confidence grew. He befriended Natasha and Bruce with ease, and the two of you even grew close.

It probably had something to do with the fact that you were the first person in the tower he’d properly spoken to, and that you were also single-handedly responsible him for securing him a roof over his head, but Bucky really really did like you.

He’d had several attempts at asking you out thwarted – like the time he left a note telling you that “someone special” was waiting for you at the bottom of the tower, only for Thor to coincidentally visit.

However, eventually, he’d got you alone and decided to go back to basics.
“Hey, (y/n), we get on, right?” He said, completely out of the blue. You looked over the top of your book.
“Yes… Where are you going with this?”

Caught red-handed, Bucky felt his face going a similar colour. He pulled at the collar of his shirt; God, it’d been so long since he’d asked a girl out. What had Steve said? He used to be good at this?
“I just… wanted to know if you wanted to get pizza with me.”
“Sure, I’ll get my coat,” you said, closing the cover of your e-reader and leaving for your room. Bucky blinked. That was easy.

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The Chris Evans Mini-Series (One Shots)

Imagine you and Chris getting Sebastian to babysit your children.

A/N: I just really needed this in my life, I dunno. 🤷🏻‍♀️❤️

New York was where you and Chris had to spend your week due to production meetings and talk show interviews. The original plan was for you and Chris to leave Jack and Lola with your parents so they wouldn’t miss any school, but after days of them bugging the two of you and nights of discussion and planning- you decided they could afford to miss a week of second and third grade. It wouldn’t be the first time they’d missed school to travel with you and Chris, so a plan had been devised. You and Chris would meet with their teachers before you left, gathering the materials they needed to keep up with their classes. So far, so good; their grades remained high and their school remained happy despite their absence in class.

The only problem you had with taking them along was finding someone to look after them while you and Chris were out and about. Usually your meetings were at different timings; you went while Chris stayed and took care of them, and vice versa. But some days you and Chris were due at the same time, at the same place. It left you with the decision to either bring them along or leave them in the care of your contacts in New York. They were good children, so they knew they had to behave in certain scenes which made it easy for you and Chris to take them anywhere- even to a professional meeting with an important casting director. But at the end of the day, they were still children who would get bored after an hour of sitting quietly.

Today was one of the days where you and Chris were both needed, and the meeting was said to last at least three and a half hours. Chris, as always, was optimistic that they could pull through if ice-cream was offered at the end. You, on the other hand, weren’t pessimistic, but you didn’t want to overreach either. You and Chris sat your kids down and offered your propositions: a stuffy office where they could have ice-cream after three and a half hours, or three and a half hours with Uncle Sebba and Aunt Margo where they could have all the ice-cream they want. It was needless to say they went with your choice, the obvious and smarter choice. Chris argued that you cheated because you’d lied about having all the ice-cream they wanted. But you reminded him that they were out of your hair and you could now get through the meeting without them politely knocking on the door, asking “are you done yet?”

“Ah hah!” Sebastian grinned excitedly upon opening the door for his two favorite kids.

“Uncle Sebba!” Your children cheered at the sight of him, pouncing to hug his legs. You and Chris smiled because even though Sebastian wasn’t a dad himself, he was great with your kids. If the two of you hadn’t felt obligated to give the title of godparents to your own siblings, Sebastian would’ve definitely made the cut. “We’ve got the whole day with you!” Lola informed him, looking up at him with the same excited grin he had.

“No, you’ve got three and a half hours,” you corrected her. Both Jack and Lola’s faces dropped and they pouted, giving you and Chris puppy dog eyes. “We don’t want to take up Uncle Sebba’s and Aunt Margo’s whole day.” You and Chris waved at Margo over Sebastian’s shoulder as she made her way to the front door. “Three and a half hours, we’ll be back to pick you up.”

“Oh, hush. They are our plans for the day,” Margo told you, resting her hand on top of Lola’s head when Lola hugged her. “We’re more than happy to have them, you two go to your meeting then have a date night after. We’ll babysit, we don’t mind. You know how much we love these two, we’d steal them if we could.”

“Date night sounds amazing,” Chris whispered into your ear and you smiled, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. “Are you guys sure? I mean- that is a very sweet offer,” he tried not to smile when he lowered his gaze onto his children, “to look after our two little monsters.” Jack and Lola made a face at their dad, drawing laughter from the adults. “Look at those little monster faces. Honestly, keep ‘em if you want.”

“No, Daddy!” Lola detached herself from Margo and ran over to her dad, throwing her tiny arms around his leg. Chris chuckled, lifting her into his arms to hug her; her arms wrapped around and her head buried into the crook of his neck. “I just want to spend the day here, I want to come home to you and Mama.”

“You are going to come home to me and Mama,” Chris kissed her head. “I was just kidding, sweetheart.” She pulled away and leaned back in his arms. “You know I wouldn’t let anyone take you away from me.” She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “Aw, don’t be like that. You know I love you, baby.” He booped her nose and she cracked a smile, which turned into giggles when Chris tickled her.

“Okay, we should go.” You told Chris when you felt your phone buzz in your back pocket. Chris nodded and kissed Lola’s cheek before lowering her onto her feet. “We’ll call after the meeting, and if you guys are still okay with having them- we’ll go have dinner first.” Sebastian and Margo nodded, smiling. “Thank you so much, we really appreciate it.” You descended to your knees in front of your children and opened your arms; they quickly enfolded themselves in your love. “Be good, okay? Listen to everything Uncle Sebba and Aunt Margo tells you to do.”

“Okay, Mama.”

“Are we okay posting photos on Instagram?” Margo asked, knowing how much you and Chris liked staying away from the limelight. “I say photos but I meant just one, a cute little group shot.” You looked over at Chris, who nodded, and you nodded. “Awesome, I can’t wait to see the reactions. It’s going to blow up the internet, you know how much the world loves your children.”

“We are adorable, aren’t we?” Lola looked over her shoulder at Margo, grinning. Margo nodded, chuckling. “I like being famous, Mama. Everyone is really nice.” You all smiled, trying not to sigh at the innocence of a child. “I want to be an actor when I grow up too, like Daddy and Uncle Sebba and Aunt Margo.”

“Do you?” Chris winked because he already knew that. The two of them were always having their own little chats, one of them being about her becoming an actress. It happened when you weren’t home because Chris knew it wasn’t a topic up for discussion until she was much, much older. You loved the industry you were in, but you weren’t a hundred percent about having her in the same limelight you and Chris were constantly in.

“We’ll talk about it when you grow up.” You kissed her cheek then Jack’s, releasing them as you got to your feet. “Alright, we’re going to go.” You slipped your hand in Chris’ and you both headed for the elevator. “See you later.” You called as you both waved, entering the elevator.

“Now that the parentals have gone,” Sebastian smirked. “Let’s go eat ice-cream!” He announced in a deep, monster-like growl making Jack and Lola giggle. “Ice-cream for lunch!” He cheered, catching each child under his arm and carrying them towards the kitchen.

“I am surrounded by children,” Margo laughed softly, closing the front door before she followed.

• • • • • • • •

You’d called Sebastian’s phone after the meeting like you’d promised to check in with them as well as their state of mind. Children were exhausting, and if they were ready to call it a day- you and Chris could head over to pick them up. But they were fine, Sebastian and Margo were more than happy to continue to have them while you and Chris had a date night. Sebastian even told you- after Lola picked up and passed him his phone that “we’re in the middle of baking a batch of chocolate chip cookies. Margo and I would be lost without their help, so we’re going to have to ask for another few hours.” You were about to argue that chocolate chip cookies didn’t take that long when you remembered you could have date night with your husband. You quickly thanked them and hung up, calling your favorite restaurant in New York for a last minute reservation. It just so happened that the restaurant was only ten minutes away from Sebastian’s apartment.

“We should come to New York more often,” you joked, clinking wine glasses with Chris. “Or maybe we should buy Sebastian and Margo a house in Boston.” Chris laughed, nodding in agreement. “That way we can actually have date nights instead of planning it, only to cancel last minute and stay home.”

“I know, right?” He chuckled, lowering to glass to reach for your hand. “I’m sorry we’ve missed so many date nights, I know it sucks having our plates so full.” You turned your palm up in his hand, interlocking fingers. “I guess it’s the price we have to pay for being so good at our jobs.” He winked and you smiled. “But I promise, more effort.”

“It’s okay,” you shook your head. “I mean- it doesn’t really have to be a night out for us to call it a date night. We’ve had some pretty awesome date nights at home too,” you reminded him with a flirtatious smirk and he chuckled. “I’m just happy as long as I get to spend time with you.”

“The feeling’s mutual, sweetheart,” he drew your hand to his lips and pressed a tender kiss on your knuckles. “Okay, so what are we going to order?” You both pulled your hands away from each other and looked at your menus. “I’m thinking we get something different each and share, so we can at least try something new. We have to-” Before he could finish, his phone rang. He sighed then narrowed his eyes when he saw that it was his publicist, Susan. “Do you mind?” He asked and you shook your head, you both knew Susan didn’t call unless it was important.

“Hey Susan, could you make it quick? I’m just about to have-” He cut himself off, responding accordingly. “I’m not surprised. Yeah, Y/N and I left them with Sebastian and Margo for the day. She asked if she could post a picture on her Instagram and we said yes. Wait-” his brows furrowed. “What do you mean there’s more than one? The photos are circulating everywhere? It looks like- Okay, let me just- I’ll call you back.”

“There’s more than one photo circulating?”

“There are at least a dozen photos on Sebastian’s Instagram, documenting the day they’re having.”  He told you and you narrowed your eyes in confusion; Sebastian and Margo would never, and had never done anything to breach that trust you and Chris gave them when it came to your children. There was no way they would’ve posted more than the one photo you agreed to. “It’s not Seb and Margo who posted them.” He explained. “The photos look like they were taken by a child, the child being Lola.”

“Oh,” was all you could say before you both started to laugh. “Okay, well- we should probably call and give them a heads up. I’d say delete them, but they’re already circulating the web so there’s no point. Should we just-” you beckoned your thumb at the exit and Chris sighed, nodding. “We’ll grab some burgers on our way there.”

• • • • • • • •

You’d texted Margo instead of Sebastian because you had a feeling Lola was still using his phone from the photos being posted on his Instagram. As soon as Margo saw the text, she told Sebastian and he rushed out of the kitchen to look for Lola who was sitting on the couch happily taking selfies. He’d realized it was Margo’s mistake showing her how Instagram worked, but the selfie taking- she learned that from her mom.

“Sweetheart,” Sebastian walked over and Lola looked up, grinning. “Can I have my phone back?” He held out his hand and Lola pouted, hugging the phone to her chest. “Please?” She sighed and held it out for him to take. As you all suspected, Lola had been flooding Sebastian’s Instagram with photos. They were surprisingly good shots for a six year old, but it was definitely going to take a while for the internet to calm down. “Oh God,” he pressed his lips together, turning his wifi off altogether so he’d stop getting notifications.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No, sweetheart. Not really,” Sebastian placed his phone down on the coffee table then sat down next to Lola. “You just posted photos you weren’t meant to post.” She looked confused and he chuckled softly, taking her hand in his. “Do you remember when Aunt Margo asked your mom and dad if she could post a photo of all of us on her Instagram?”

“Yeah,” she nodded. “Am I in trouble because I didn’t ask Mama and Daddy?”

“You’re not in trouble, but you should ask because you post anything online. Especially at this age, okay?” She still look confused so he gave her hand a gentle squeeze as he continued to explain, “you see, your mom and dad, and Aunt Margo and I- we’re all celebrities. People want to know what’s going on in our lives, but that doesn’t mean we have to share everything. Some moments are better off kept to ourselves, that’s how we keep the magic of the moment. Do you understand?”

“I think so.” She scrambled onto Sebastian’s lap and hugged him tightly. “I’m sorry, Uncle Sebba.” He smiled and hugged her back, kissing her head. “I didn’t mean to, I just thought because Aunt Margo did it- I should do it too. Are you mad at me?” Sebastian shook his head when she pulled away to look at him. “Will Mama and Daddy be mad at me?”

The doorbell rang and Sebastian winced, “we’ll just have to see. C'mon.” He popped her on her feet and took her hand, leading her to the front door where he knew you and Chris were waiting patiently on the other side. “That was my bad, I wasn’t watching my phone and-”

“You are a menace,” Chris teased Lola, scooping her into his arms. She giggled and hugged her dad, knowing from his tone she wasn’t in trouble. “I know when you become an actress you’re going to get lots of attention, but how about we keep you from that attention until then?”

“Okay, Daddy.”

“I’m sorry did you say ‘when’?” You raised a brow at Chris and Lola, who had the same sheepish look on their faces. “When did it become a 'when’? I thought we said we’re tabling it until she’s older, like- high school older.”

“Mmmm! I smell chocolate chip cookies,” Chris quickly changed the subject and hurried off with Lola. You scoffed and Sebastian tried not to laugh, beckoning you in with his head so he could close the door behind you. “Do you know who loves cookies?” You could hear Chris with your children and you smiled. “Cookie Monster, om nom nom nom.” He mimicked the popular Sesame Street character’s voice, making Jack and Lola howl with laughter.

“I married a kid,” you chuckled with a shake of your head.

“Funny,” Sebastian wrapped an arm around you and led you to the kitchen, “that’s what Margo says to me.”

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Word count: 3,637

Request: You and Kai are married and you keep bringing up having kids, but Kai has to break it to you that he can’t give you babies because he’s a vampire

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You and Kai have been married for almost two years and the topic of kids has been brought up but both you and Kai decided to enjoy in your life, just the two of you, but as time had passed, your desire to kids has been growing and growing with each day and Kai could see how much you wanted it. Everytime you talked about it, a special glow flashed in your eyes and like there was nothing wrong in the whole world and like your big and bright smile could light up the whole town without even trying too hard. Kai has always loved seeing you like this because he has been able to see how happy you always were and the happiness that was radiating through and out of your body could elicit a smile on the saddest person on planet Earth, but the moment he realized that he was in love with you was the moment when you didn’t care what other people thought and when you chose him over everyone else, ready to protect him in any way possible even though you were just a human. 

‘Please, Kai, you know my family would be very happy to see you.’ You pouted and threw your arms around his neck, lifting yourself up on your tip toes to reach his lips. He lifted his head up, teasing you so you couldn’t reach his lips. Your eyes started glistening as if you were about to cry, but that look has always been reserved only for Kai. You have always looked at him with so much love and desire, but also fear. Fear was there because you were afraid of losing him one day and you were ready to do anything it takes to prevent that from happening, your arms desperately trying to get him to look down at you and to lock his beautiful blue eyes with yours one more time. 'Pretty please?’

He looked down at you and it didn’t take him long for a smile to flash on his face. His arms wrapped around your waist and lifted you up as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

'Why do you want to go to this reunion so damn much?’ He asked, his hands resting on your butt, holding you in place as he now had to look up to see your face. 'Will there be babies?’ He asked, knowing exactly why you wanted to go to your family’s reunion.

'Just the - um- twinsies my cousin just gave birth to.’ You trailed off as Kai rolled his eyes chuckled quietly before he looked up at you again. 'C'mon, you know how much I love babies. They’re so cute and have those cute little hands and when they look at you with those big eyes, you can’t help but melt on the inside.’

You have always talked about babies this way. It was something you have always wanted and when you met Kai, you were sure that you would start your family with him. You saw him as the father of your children, how you would one day watch over your kids playing in the garden of your own house and you have mentioned it to Kai a couple of times and he has always been supportive of it no matter what, but there was something you didn’t know and never thought it would happen.

'I know because that’s all you have talked about lately.’ He said and chuckled as you looked at him, your brows furrowing. He smiled at you, but deep down he was hurting, because of how happy you were while talking about children and he knew he would never be able to give you that. He tucked a small lock of hair behind your ear and kissed your cheek softly before hugging you tightly and inhaling your scent, his head placed in the crook of your neck. It seemed like he was memorizing your scent and the way your skin felt against his soft lips. He hugged you so tight tha you thought he would knock all the air out of your lungs if he hugged you even a little bit tighter.

'Um- Kai- I know you love me but I literally can’t breathe.’ His grip loosened around you body as he slowly lifted his head up to meet your eyes, slowly placing you down on your feet, his hands still resting on your waist. He smiled shortly at you and kisswd your forehead, his eyes glistening at the light in the room.

'What?’ You chuckled and gasped, your hand caressing his strong arms, while his eyes deeply bored into yours, collecting every single detail on your face, even how your hair moved when you chuckled or how a small dimple showed on the each side od your mouth when you smiled widely.

'You’re just- I’m so lucky to have you as my wife.’ He uttered and brushed his thumb on your cheek. A smile grew on your face, thought of how happy you felt all the time and especially at that moment flashing through your mind. You lifted yourself up to your tiptoes and pecked his lips, your fingers brushing through his already messy hair.

'Love you, but, now we have to get ready. C'mon!’ You added and grabbed his arm lightly, leading him into the room.

Ride to your parent’s house has been quiet loud, consisting of nothing but singing with Kai while the warm summer wind caressed your faces through an opened window, trees with emerald green leaves surrounding you until they turned into tall palm trees as you were getting closer and closer to your parents’ house. You looked at Kai who has been focusing on the road the entire trip, but he still couldn’t stop himself from glancing at you a couple of times to see your beautiful smile while the music kept blasting through the speakers, making a day a little bit better. You placed your hand on top od Kai’s and squeezed it gently as he smiled and winked at you, making you chuckle.

'Your laugh is like music to my ears.’ Kai whispered and that was definitely true. Every time you laughed or just chuckled quietly, it was as if he was taken aback by the sound of it, taking a minute to process the beautiful sound and just look at you with a big smile plastered on his face. Whever you were sad, the first he demanded you to do was smile because he was ready to gently tackle you down and tickle you until his favourite sound has left your mouth, letting him now that you are definitely alright and how could you not be when you had Kai by your side who has always taken care of you like you were the most fragile glass out there in the world.

Small string lights with small bulbs wrapped around trees all the way to the front door, giving the place a special look and a warm welcome. Kai stepped out of the car and then rushed to your side, opening the doors for you as he reached out his hand to help you get out.

'Why, thank you Mr. Parker.’ You said with a smile on your face.

'The pleasure is all mine, Mrs. Parker.’ He chuckled and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you as close to his body as he could. He leaned down and kissed the top of your forehead as you walked through the house and into the garden, your parents greeting both of you nicely. Your mom hugged you first and then Kai, embracing him just as he embraced you. They have always treated him and loved as if he was their son. They accepted him for who he is and so did your entire family.

'Nice to see you again, Kai! I’ve missed you guys! How’s everything? Good? Are you taking care of my little girl properly?’ Your mother blurted out in one breath, squeezing your cheeks a couple of times. Kai chuckled and rubbed his forehead with his thumb and index finger as he looked down at his feet, trying to hide his smile.

'Mom! Everything is fine. We’re fine, more than fine actually.’ You muttered and hugged your dad, his arm resting over your shoulder, as Kai walked behind you with your mom’s hand resting on his back.

'I’m going to have to steal my little girl from you for a little bit.’ Your dad said to Kai and then lead you down the stairs and closer to your relatives who were sitting down on the same paddio furniture as the last time. Dark mahagony with white pillows, a place where you used to got lost in a nice book while sipping a cold orange juice, a beautiful view on the ocean not too far from you. 
You looked around and got taken aback by its beauty one more time, almost missing everything your dad has said to you. You shook your head and looked at him, a smile plastered on his face.

'It’s fine dad. Really.’ You muttered.

'Everything ok between you two?’ Your dad asked with concern in his voice, his brows furrowing.

'Of course, why wouldn’t it be? We have been just- enjoying our free lives together and it’s perfect.’ You trailed off and quickly looked away, your smile fading away. As much as you wanted to expand your family, you couldn’t have asked Kai or force him into it id he still didn’t want it because it wouldn’t be fair. You were happy with him like that and you had everything you have ever wanted in your life. Everything except one. You put a smile on your face and looked at your dad again, trying to change the subject. 'Well as much as I can see, you are still enjoying in this small piece of paradise.’

'Of course we are, sweetie.’ You turned around when you heard your mom’s voice and smiled immediately when you saw walking towards you as he wrapped his arm around your waist and placed a gentle kiss on your cheek. 'You and Kai should visit more often. We have planty of guest rooms so you can stay here as long as you want. It’s still your home.’

'I know, but me and Kai have a beautiful home back in-’

'It wouldn’t hurt to come here and just relax a litle bit. To get your mind off some things, you know.’ He blurted out while looking at you, your brows furrowing when his words finally cut deep into your mind as you knew what he meant by that. You put on a smile and tapped his shoulder briefly before leaning onto it, wrapping your arm around his.

'Yeah, of course. It would be really nice.’

'See? I told you they would say yes.’ Your mom said looking at your dad as both of them smiled and walked away, leaving you and Kai alone. You took a few steps to stand in front of him and hugged him, placing your head on his chest, listening to his calm heartbeat.

'You alright?’

'Why wouldn’t I be?’ you muttered and stepped away from him, walking slowly to the rest of your family. Kai had his hands shoved into his pockets and looked as if he was insecure or scared because of something. You looked back and waved at him, a big smile appearing on Kai’s face as he jogged towards you, his arm instantly wrapping around your body as you both went to greet the rest of your family and hear all kinds of stories and what you and him have missed while being away.

'So, Kai, I know that you two have been married for some time now, when are you planning on bringing a child into this world?’ Your aunt blurted out, almost making you choke on the water you just sipped as you started coughing, Kai’s hand gently tapping you on the back and then rubbing big circles, making sure you were alright. 'I’m sorry dear, but when I was married for two years, I have already delivered Mike and ended up being pregnant with the second child.’ Your aunt sipped her wine and fixed her hair, everyone at the table kept quiet, waiting for your answer because they already had the pleasure of seeing your precious reaction to it.

'We’re- taking our time with that. We’re still young and there’s no rush. We haven’t actually thought about that yet.’ Kai’s hand kept resting on your back, his touch relaxing you a little bit but the tension in your body was inevitable and impossible to shake off.

'Sweetie, when you have a man by your side who is willing to, you already have fifty percent of the job done and then you just have to do the dirty. Hope you still know how it works.’ You started blushing and tried to hide your face as you burried your face into Kai’s shoulder, his hand caressing your hair gently. Kai had no idea what to say to that. He was taken aback by the sudden curiousity and he knew exactly how you felt.

'Julie! This is not the time or place! Leave the two lovebirds alone! Look at what you have done now.’ Your grandma said, her brows furrowing while looking at your aunt.

'Don’t you have anything to say about this, Kai?’ Your aunt kept going and looked at Kai, her eyes strongly focused on him and for the first time ever, Kai was so nervous that he didn’t know where to look. He wanted to sneak out of there and walk as far as possible and that was exactly what he did.

'Excuse me.’ He got up and started walking away as fast as possible, quickly disappearing behind the big trees and the small lamps lighting up the path. You sighed and threw your napkin on the table, giving your aunt a very angry and frustrated look before you walked away from the table as well, hoping to find Kai very soon and check on him. You spent ten minutes walking around the house and around the other places in the garden, but he was nowhere to be found until you have stepped onto the beach and spotted him in the distance sitting on the light brown sand under the moonlight that kept shining down on him, lighting up his face perfectly.

'Hey.’ You placed your hand on his shoulder and sat down next to him, giving him a light kiss on the cheek. 'Are you ok? You just disappeared.’ You said softly while running your fingers through his soft hair.

'Yeah, just, that was a little bit too much for me. I definitely wasn’t expecting any of that tonight. I was hoping for a nice family night without any drama.’ He chuckled briefly before his face went serious again, his arms wrapped around his legs tightly.

'I know they can be a little bit- complicated. Especially my aunt. I never thought she would be this way, can you believe it? It’s crazy and-’

'I have to tell you something.’ He interrupted you and the hand that was playing with his hair was slowly pushed away by his hand, his fingers intertwining with yours.

'Is it, something serious?’ You swallowed hard because he hasn’t smiled for two minutes after you asked that question. He was staring at you with ocassional gazing into the ocean, his fingers brushing your knuckles.

'It- it hurts me to- Why is this so hard.’ He slowly slipped his hand away from yours and stood up, running his fingers angrily through his hair. You looked up at him and swallowed hard, nauseousness roaming in your stomach. 'I can’t give you what you want. And it hurts like hell because I saw you out there today, with your cousin’s twinsies. The way your face lit up when you held the baby and when she squeezed your finger with her small hand and when she smiled at you, you- you were melting and happiness was simply radiating through and out of your body. I- I will never be able to give you that.’ Tears started forming in your eyes, a lump appeared in your throat out of nowhere as you were trying to suppress your tears and your cries. You took a deep breath before you finally managed to speak up, your voice cracking.

'I don’t understand what you’re saying. Can you- um- can you please explain it to me.’ He sighed deeply and knelt down in front of you, reaching for your hand but when he was about to placed his hand on top of yours, you pulled it towards your body, his brows furrowing at your actions.

'I’m a vampire. I can’t- I can’t give you the babies you want. We will never be able to have our own little family and I know how much you want to-’

'Just don’t.’ You wiped away your tears with the back of your hand and got up as you started running away from Kai and back to the garden, tears slowly running down your cheeks as you kept repeating Kai’s words in your head. We will never be able to have our own little family. That was exactly what you wanted. To have your and Kai’s kids running around the house, their small feet touching the ground when they would start walking for the first time or those cute laughs echoing through the house, but all of that has instantly vanished when Kai said a few sentences that cut through you like glass. When you walked intot he garden, everyone looked in your direction and watched your every move as you tried to look happy and like nothing has happened by putting on a fake a smile.

'Is everything ok?’ Your dad asked and you nodded, but he knew that something was wrong because of how puffy your face was.

'I have to go. We- have to go.’ You chocked out and quicly walked away, suppressing your tears. You got inside the car and burried your head into your hands, sobbing quietly while you waited for Kai to show up.

'I’m sorry, about this. We really have to go. Thanks for this wonderful dinner, we should do it again some time.’ Kai blurted out and sprinted towards the car, door opening making you jump a little bit and snap out of your thoughts. Kai showed you a sympathetic look, but he broke on the inside when he saw your tear stained cheeks and how sad you looked.

'Can we talk abou-’

'Just drive.’ You crossed your arms and kept staring through the window, ignoring Kai the entire ride home. It was hard for you to look at him at that moment, but the thought of your life with him being a mistake has never crossed your mind. You have loved Kai more than anything and even in times like this, you still felt happy that he was beside you, even though you also wanted to be alone and get lost in your own mind. As soon as Kai pulled over, you shut the door open and ran into the house and directly into the room you and Kai shared. You sat on the bed, facing the big window, street lights shining through it, lighting up your face. Quiet steps have echoed through the room as you heard Kai coming closer to you and you have finally gathered your strenght to look at him. Tears have filled his eyes, his arms wrapped around his own body as if he had nobody else to do that.

'You’re going to leave me, aren’t you?’ He choked out, suppressing his cries because he has already seen you packing your bags and leaving him, the thought of that making his heart break because he couldn’t imagine his life without you. 'I’ll understand if you- if you think this marriage was a big mistake, but please- please, don’t leave me. I-’ You placed your finger on his lips and smiled at him briefly before locking your lips with his.

'I would never leave you. This marriage is the best thing that has ever happened to me and I couldn’t be more happier.’ His hands cupped your face as he stepped closer, your bodies touching. He was afraid to let you go, afraid that you would disappear the moment he lets his hands to fall down next to his body.

'You’re not mad?’

'I’m not mad. I’m sad. I’ve always imagined of having this perfect little life with you. Small siphoners running around the house, maybe destroying it a little bit with magic.’ Kai lauged, his thumb wiping away your tear. 'But, none of that would matter if I didn’t have you by my side. I just need you and I’m happy. You are my everything and my life is already perfect.’

'I’m so sorry for disappointing you.’ He leaned down and pressed his forehead on yours, closing his eyes while his hot breath tickled your face. 'That was the last thing I wanted to do.’

'You didn’t disappoint me and there’s always other ways, so don’t worry.’

'I love you so much, I- I can’t believe how amazing you are.’

'I love you too, Malachai Parker, the most amazing husband in the world.’ He chuckled before he pressed his lips on yours, the tension in your and his body leaving the moment you locked lips. He picked you up and spun you around the room, your smile, Kai’s favourite sound, echoing through the room as he couldn’t help but melt from the inside because his girl was just as happy as he wanted you to be.

Felicity x Dinah x Thea (mentions of olicity) || ao3 || teen || light angst || 1476 || more fics

summary: prompt: the ladies of team arrow seek revenge against Susan Williams (thank you, @blackcanarydinah)
a/n: happy birthday bb!! i hope you enjoy (: 

p.s - the c-word gets dropped once in this fic. idk i know some people don’t like that word so i thought i would warn

Normally, Felicity wasn’t the type to get her hands dirty. She didn’t mind being on the field of course; she did it when she had to. And right now she definitely had to. It wasn’t technically a mission. Not one that Oliver had given a stamp of approval on. Well, he can’t approve something he doesn’t know about. That was beside the point. What she was doing was important. What she, Thea, and Dinah were doing was important.

“The alarm has been disabled,” she whispered, “And security cameras are offline.”

The three of them walked right into Susan Williams’ apartment building without a problem. She was able to find the exact room with just as much ease. The place was nice. A lot nicer than the average local news reporter would be able to afford.

“You sure you still wanna do this, babe?” Dinah asked.

Felicity nodded, “I need to,” she said, “Oliver would do the same for any of us.”

Dinah couldn’t argue with that. She might not have been on the team for very long, but she already fit well. The other woman got along with everyone on the team and was protective of her and Thea.

“Alright, let’s do this,” Dinah nodded to the door.

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Really kind of happy with this chapter - sorry it took so long to upload! I’m trying to get on top of requests and what not again, as well as doing the podcast and there’s so much to do, goodness gracious. Hope you enjoy, guys.

‘The Tower’ (Part 7)

Part 6

You hissed as a sharp pain prickled on your shoulder.
“Sorry,” Jarle chuckled as he drew back.
“Is this why your mother hates me?” You asked with a smirk as you rolled your shoulder. Despite having healed well at the Tower, the journey back had been no less perilous and had left you with as many a scar, albeit smaller ones. Jarle dipped the cloth into the coconut-sized bowl once more.
“My mother has been set in her brooding ways long before you made her this poultice.”

“I can’t believe there’s any left. I thought the old hag might have used a bigger dose to fix her sour mood.”
“Watch your tongue,” Jarle laughed. You bit your lip and hummed quietly as he applied a little more to your wounds and rubbed it in with his finger.

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Please? Part 24

Everything seems perfect now. Everyone is settled in, has their place in this new family. Carl and Rick have started a garden and raised pigs for food. It’s nice, having this place all to yourselves, it’s peaceful, never have to worry about anything, not even on runs.

The months rush by. You and Daryl are happy, he’s happy, and that’s all that matters to you. It took him a while to adjust to all the new faces, but now he’s familiar enough, he treats them like he treats everyone else. He walks by and everyone has to say hi.

You’re sitting at a table, gnawing on a piece of deer Daryl brought in. You’re talking to one of the new faces, you wish you could remember her name. Rachel or Remmy, something of that sort. She and her sister look so much alike, you can hardly keep them apart.

Daryl walks by and everyone waves, thanking him, making sure he knew how much they appreciate the deer and other meat. His hair has gotten much longer and you’ve begged him for the past few weeks to let somebody cut it, but he refuses. By now, you know he won’t, but it’s fun to tease him about it.

You tell Rachel or Remmy that you’ll be back and get up, running over behind Daryl and wrapping your arms around his waist. You let him sleep in today, he needed it after the long hunt yesterday. “There’s my man.” You sigh happily.

You catch him off guard and he jumps a little, but he sets his hands on yours and chuckles. “Mornin’, sunshine.” He hums. Another face walks by and claps him on the shoulder, thanking him for the food. Daryl grunts and watches as they walk off, sitting down under the metal roof he helped build for shade.

“You’ll get used to the extra love.” Carol smiles. She’s handing out food, making plates and making sure she smiles at everyone. It’s what she does best lately. “Going to have to around here.”

Daryl grunts again and you let go of him, walking over and taking another piece of deer from Carol’s table. It’s nice to have enough food to steal pieces here and there. One thing is for sure, it doesn’t go to waste.

“Can Ii steal him for a moment?” Carol looks at you, her bottom lip sticking out playfully. “I gotta talk to your boyfriend about the fence.”

At the word ‘boyfriend’, Daryl blushes bright red and looks at the ground. He isn’t used to it yet, and that’s fine with you. This is just how Daryl is and you don’t want to change anything. “What ‘bout it?”

“Go on, love.” You smile back at Carol and gently push Daryl closer to her. He stumbles over his feet a little but he takes the hint and follows her. “Just have him back at a decent hour!” You tease and Daryl shoots you a very unamused glare.

You wave your fingers at him then walk off, going to get the vehicles ready for the run later that day. You and Daryl normally lead them, teaming up and bringing along a few of the best. You try to switch them out, bringing different people each time, letting them all get the feel of being out there. But sometimes that was a hard choice. Some of the younger crowd, they can’t handle being out there with the walkers and the guns. They didn’t grow up as Carl did, having to be tough.

Your job is to make sure there’s enough snacks and ammo in the truck. You grab easy stuff, granola bars and cereal mostly. You pack backpacks full of ammo for each of the guns and make sure you have Daryl’s arrows, counting each one to know how many he can use if there’s a real breakout, which you haven’t had in a long time anyway.

Daryl walks up behind you and sets his overly sized hands on your hips. You instantly melt into him, pressing your back against his chest and looking up at him. “Ready?” He asks, his voice deeper than ever.

You nod and close your eyes, just imagining the two of you are going on a vacation instead of a run. Somewhere to the beach, or better yet, in the mountains. “All set. Everything okay at the fence?”

“Eh.” Daryl grunts and kisses the top of your head. He removes his hands and you spin around to look at him. “Walkers building up. Carol thinks I shoulda stayed an’ helped but we need this run.”

“Do what you think is best.” You nod, closing the tailgate of the truck and walking over to Zach, Beth’s boyfriend. You’re happy to see her with someone, though she always seems distant and doesn’t like to talk about him much. “Go say bye to Beth, we’re heading out.”

Beth appears as if she heard her name and smiles at the two of you. Zach walks over to her, giving her a sweet kiss. They’re good together.

Daryl closes the door to the truck and looks over at you. “Got the keys?” He asks.

You feel your pockets, searching in your vest as well. You feel a little bump and nod as you pull the keys out and show them to Daryl. “Got ‘em. Sorry, it was a reflex to take them out.” You giggle and toss them over the truck bed. Daryl catches them, no problem, and puts them back in the ignition of the truck.

“Not gonna say goodbye?” Zach raises his arms as Beth starts walking away. She hurries off, but you know she’s smiling. Zach is good about making her smile.

“Nope!” She giggles and hurries away faster.

Daryl is standing by Zach now, hands on his hips. “Damn romance novel.” He shakes his head and begins walking away, back inside.

Zach turns and looks at Daryl, an eyebrow raised. “I didn’t know you could read. Also, have you seen the way you two act?” He follows Daryl as you bust out laughing.

Zach is close with Daryl, or rather he likes to trail behind Daryl and talk his ears off. One night last week, the little guy came in on the two of you sleeping because he wanted to guess what Daryl did before the world went to shit. He’s guessed several different things; firefighter, navy, truck stop manager, tattoo artist, among some far out there job titles only Zach could think of. Daryl shot him down every time, telling him he couldn’t disclose his job.

You start to realize that you have no idea what Daryl did before, other than following his brother around where he went, but even then, Merle was the one who drug Daryl around. Daryl would have been happy living a normal life with a normal job, perhaps actually learning to talk to people.

The trip is a little out of the way. You’re on the back of Daryl’s bike, as usual, as two other trucks follow behind. You close your eyes and feel the wind in your hair, sometimes watching the trees fly by you. It’s an unreal feeling to watch the world moving so fast, not having walls to protect you.

It doesn’t take too long to get to the place Daryl found on a hunt. He pulls right up to the fence and you look around, making sure there are no walkers around.

You jump off and run over to the fence, looking inside the hole that was cut. You hear the boom box they put out there and glance over at Sasha, an eyebrow raised. She only laughs and shakes her head.

“Aight.” Daryl step through the fence and holds his crossbow up. “Stay safe, grab what you can as fast as you can.”

Zach runs over and follows you and Daryl inside. Again, he’s like a magnet. Sometimes you wish Beth would give him more of her time, but you’re sure he will still follow.

Army tents are set up all over the place, blood and body parts scattering the ground. With the heat of the sun, it’s starting to smell around here. You try to take your mind off of it by remembering that you have to carry on and gather supplies.

Daryl runs over and sits on the windows edge, banging his elbow against the window. Zach leans his shoulder against the wall as Michonne and yourself pace around, watching inside the windows and waiting.

Zach grins and he stands up straight. “I have my next answer.” He holds himself up, rolling his shoulders back and staring Daryl down. “I got this.” He sits down beside Daryl.

“You sure, little man?” You watch him wiggle in his seat. He’s so excited, he can’t contain himself.

Michonne tilts her head to the side. “What’s this?”

Daryl shrugs his shoulders. “Been trying to guess what I did before the turn. Goin’ on six weeks.”

Michonne grins and lets out a snorty laugh. “What is it this time?”

Zach nods his head and looks up at Daryl. “After watching your behavior… How strong you are, how surly you are even though you try to help us.”

You and Michonne bust out into a fit of giggles. You look at Zach and throw your thumb in the air. It fits him way too well.

Daryl narrows his eyes at you, setting his jaw and shifting in his seat. “Your point?”

“You were a homicide cop!” Zach grins.

You and Michonne pause to watch Daryl’s reaction. He nods his head three times and looks out at the others, who are scavenging the tents for anything to use. He sniffs and clears his throat. “You got it.”

Zach blinks a few times then looks up at you, rubbing his palms on his knees. “Wait, really?”

Daryl looks over at the boy, but you knew that look. Daryl’s fucking with him. “Been undercover, it’s why I can’t say nuthin’.”

A walker presses its ugly face to the window and Daryl jumps to his feet. “Time to rock.” He says, running over to the doors.

Zach looks up at you and you shake your head, telling him that it isn’t true. You pick up your gun and follow Daryl and Michonne to the door.

The sweep inside doesn’t take long. Each of you grabs a cart and starts running down the aisles, picking up whatever you are assigned to. Normally, you and Daryl or you and Michonne team up for this, but there’s little time and a lot to grab, so you go your own way and gather things here and there.

Walking down one of the aisles, you run into Glenn. He’s picking out batteries and filling his pockets. You smirk and grab your flashlight, pointing it in his face.

“Sir, that is called stealing and I need you to put those back.”

Glenn jumps a little but looks over, a huge smile spread across his face. “Do you know how many times I heard that growing up?” He chuckles.

“You? Stealing? Never would have guessed.” You smile and push your cart over, motioning for him to place his items in there. “What’s that camera for?” You nod to the device in his hands.

He shrugs. “Just an idea I have. Hey, you and Daryl look all cozy.” He smiles at you.

“As do you and Maggie. Planning any babies yet?” You tease him and nudge him with the corner of the cart. You smirk, knowing Glenn and Maggie can’t keep their hands off each other.

Just like the night you caught the two in tower two. You were heading up there to shoot a couple walkers down that were trying to climb the fence, but you found those two getting busy. Though all three of you act like it never happened, you still felt a little jealous. Not for either one of them, but because you and Daryl don’t do things that way. You have always wanted a relationship like Glenn and Maggie do, it just never happens that way.

Glenn chuckles. “Not exactly. We’ve… talked about it. How about you and Daryl? He does love little asskicker.”

“No babies for us. We like Judith because we can give her back.” You giggle and wave him off, wandering over to the next aisle to grab medical supplies. Band-aids and wraps and rubbing alcohol. You throw what you can into the basket and pray that you’re grabbing the right stuff.

It’s deadly quiet in the building. The only thing you can hear are the sounds of the carts with a squeaky wheel or if someone drops something on the ground. Every now and then, you run into someone and give them a high five after seeing the amount of supplies in their cart.

You hum very quietly to yourself and walk over to the baby stuff. Daryl is standing there, looking over some diapers and trying to decide which ones to grab. You giggle. Watching him concentrate so hard is cute.

“Not that one.” You point to the newborn on the floor.

It was quiet. Something breaks that silence and causes an echo around the building, a bunch of glass breaking and a scream.

Daryl takes off, running toward the noise. You follow close behind him, abandoning your cart in the baby aisle. Zach and Tyreese are already there, trying to help Bob out of the mess he created over in the wine. One of the shelves are knocked over, laying across him.

The three of them lift part of the shelving up, trying their best to help Bob out of the mess.

You hear something above you. You glance up and see and something hits you on your cheek. It doesn’t feel like anything really. “Hey…” You say quietly, still looking around the ceiling.

And your worst nightmare comes to life.

One walker falls through the ceiling, snapping it’s jaws until it lands with a splat on the floor. You call for everyone, letting them know what you just saw, when another walker falls and hits the ground, this time still alive and snapping on the floor.

Daryl shoves you back and yells for Zach and Tyreese to help Bob out from under the shelving as he starts shooting the walkers that are suddenly falling from the ceiling.


Daryl appears in the doorway of your cell. He leans against the bars and looks at you, watching you sit on your bed and read your book. You wanted to get the events out of your mind. It’s how you deal with things now, reading until it all seems unreal to you.

You glance up and see him. “How’d Beth take it?”

He shrugs and shoves his hands in his pockets. “She hugged me…”

Beth looks up to Daryl, as did most of the people here. You think it’s sweet and you feel a little smile on your cheeks. “Really? So she didn’t…?”

“Says she’s done cryin’.” Daryl looks at the ground. “I think we’re all tired of losin’ people.”

“We are.” You agree and pat the spot beside you. He walks over, closing the door to your cell, and sitting on the bed. He hunches over and sets his elbows on his knees. “I thought I lost you…” You mutter.

“Thought I lost you.” He glances over at you. “Next time, I wan’ you to stay, but I know that won’t hap’en.”

“It won’t. We made it out because we are such an amazing team.” You smile, assuring him.

candies and other sweets (minseok)
word count: 996 w.
genre: romance, fluff, proposal au
summary: when you were in kindergarten, you always gave little minseok a ring pop and said it made you married. guess who’s in for a big surprise.

valentines day special ; pick your date
| junmyeon | yixing
baekhyun | jongdae | chanyeol
kyungsoo | jongin | sehun

“This is nice,” you beamed happily, scanning the kid-less playground the both of you grew up in. It’s been awhile since you sat on your favorite swing.

The last time you’ve been in this kid paradise was when you were four years old and Minseok, being one year ahead of you, shared the same sentiments you had towards this place. Back then, your four year old heart instantly fell for five year old Minseok who participated in the kindergarten talent show.

Minseok occupied the seat beside you. His sneakers sank in the sand below him. “Crazy how time flies so fast.”

“I know, right? The last time I placed a foot here, I remember getting rejected,” You turned to him, jutting out your lips for a pout. Minseok laughed cheekily in return.

“In my defense, you were pretty annoying. You kept on slipping that candy on my finger,” Minseok snapped his fingers to recall that particular memory. “Got it! That big ass ring pop. It was embarrassing.”

You stood up, holding the swing seat below your bum before you gripped on the metal chains and let your feet swing in the air. Minseok copied your actions.

“Remember when you managed to slip the ring pop in my finger. You kept babbling to your teachers that we were married.”

“Now that you’ve mentioned it, it is quite embarrasing,” you admitted in defeat. Cold air blew past your face and stung your skin, a wave of nostalgia crashing.

You missed the innocence that once filled the playground. You wished you could have brought it to adulthood, but you can’t. Good thing Minseok was a constant reminder of that innocence. Minseok reminded you of pink cotton candies, chocolate flavored ice-creams and kiddie playgrounds.

“Minseok,” you called out then pointed out to the far corner, “Remember when I teased you cause you can’t climb on the top of that monkey bar? You had small legs.”

“Of course. The monkey bar.” He rolled his eyes. “How could I forget? You kept sticking out your tongue whenever you were on top.”

Sauntering to the monkey bars, Minseok followed behind you. You noticed how he fidgeted once in a while but you chose to ignore it.

“I bet you still can’t climb here,” you said in a teasing manner while gripping the bar tightly and securing the placement of your foot on each one. Behind you, Minseok held out his arms as if to catch you in case you fell. He’s always ready to catch you anytime.

“Actually, I can. I’m taller than you,” He stuck out his tongue. You didn’t miss the tone of nervousness in his voice.

“Then why aren’t you climbing up? There’s space beside me,” You patted the seat beside you but there’s really no seat. Your hand past through the gap between the two bars and you almost lost your balance.

“Be careful!” Minseok shouted, his hand placed anxiously placed over his chest. You responded with a light chuckle. “It’s not something you should laugh about. I could have lost you over a concussion or something! I can’t afford losing you!”

“The view here is great, by the way. It makes me feel like I’m at the top of the world. It makes me feel like I could see everything here including my future.” You stated as you looked above you only to find a million of stars shining brightly. “That’s why I love the monkey bars the most.”

Minseok felt his heartstrings playfully tug his emotions. He gazed at the stars twinkling right above you and then shifted his attention to you. The night seemed so serene and so were you.

Right then and there, Minseok saw everything flash before his eyes. He saw little copies of you and him running around the house. He smelled the aroma of the food you would cook for him and your children in the morning. His heart raced to the sight of your face greeting him first thing in the morning. And that was what Minseok wanted all along. To spend the rest of his life with you.

You were still caught up with the ethereal view from the heavens when the view that would change your life was right below you. Minseok slipped his hand inside his pocket and brought out a ring.

“Will you still love the view if I become a part of it?”

You looked down to see Minseok kneeling down on one knee, a ring encased in a velvet box placed on the palm of his hand. “Would you let me be a part of that future?”

This time, it wasn’t you giving him a ring pop to make you two official. This time, Minseok decided to make it real and give you a real ring.

“Will you marry me?” He finally popped the question after how many years of being together.

Tears of joy were streaming down your face as you answered him. “Yes. Yes, I would love that.”

Minseok climbed up and took the place beside you. You can see his tears were threatening to fall but instead, it just sparkled under the moonlight. You gladly presented your hand before he slipped a ring on your finger. It wasn’t a diamond ring and yes, it wasn’t much but it wouldn’t decide on the future you have with Minseok.

“It looks beautiful, babe. Thank you.” You kissed him on the lips. Giggling, you teased, “Well, this is the first time I’ve seen you actually climb up here.”

“Yeah. I kinda like it.” Minseok turned to you and smiled softly. “I love the view. No, actually, I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You said before capturing his soft lips once again.

“Forever and ever, babe.”

Finally, you could say. Minseok was your past, is your present, and will be your future.

note: this was one of my valentine gifts for my twitter mutual, chloe !! shoutout to you, beautiful girl  💋 | masterlist

You Know Where I Am- Archie Andrews (4)

Part1 / Part2 / Part3

Summery: Your eyes are firmly set on a certain dark haired boy not realizing who was your perfect match all along. Its only when you finally pull your eyes from him it’s when you see who is really there for you and who you really feel for.

‘Y/n’ You stopped hearing your name being called and turned. Jughead was running towards you. It was the end of the day and a Thursday, meaning you had trace at lunch and you hadn’t gotten to talk to him all day. You stopped and held your books closer to your chest. ‘What’s up Juggie?’ You asked when he stopped in front of you panting a little. ‘Where you heading?’ He asked and you smiled. ‘Home?’ Raising an eyebrow with a laugh. Jughead smiled. ‘Let me walk you home’ You nodded turning and he followed.

It was silent for a few moments until he sighed. ‘I’m sorry’ He said looking down and you glanced at him. ‘For what?’ You asked him cocking your head to the side. ‘For hurting your feelings yesterday’ You opened your mouth to disagree but he just shook his head. ‘Archie told me don’t’ He sighed. ‘I didn’t mean it like that, I mean you are pretty, I can see that and you are an amazing person’ He paused taking a small breath. ‘But you’re my best friend’ He shrugged. You bit your lip.

He watched you for a moment waiting for your reply. ‘Betty liked Archie’ You told him not looking at him, you pursed your lips a unsettling feeling settling in your stomach at your words. Jughead chuckled but it ended quickly with a sigh. ‘Hasn’t everyone fell for Archie at some stage’ You glanced at him. ‘I didn’t’ He nodded and a large smile spread across him face when he looked down at you. ‘Good’ He nodded and reached out wrapping his arm around your shoulder and you leaned into him.

He fell silent for a second. ‘I am sorry, I did not mean it like that. You’re perfect, I just-’ You nodded wanting him to just stop. ‘I get it, you know I’m a catch just not your kinda fish’ You chuckled and he let out a loud laugh and nodded. ‘And I’m sorry if I made you feel bad’ You nodded and leaned into him. ‘It’s okay Juggie, I’m over it’ Jughead nodded and the rest of the walk.

Jughead stopped at the bottom of the steps and you kissed his cheek. ‘Bye Juggie, thanks for walking me home’ You called running up the steps to your house. ‘Why did you not say anything? Why did you go to Archie?’ He called just as you were about to step in the door. You turned. ‘Archie came to me’ You said with a shrug. ‘And it was nice to hear those things from someone other than my best friend’ You chuckled with a small smile. Jughead narrowed his eyes. ‘Hear what?’ He stepped up onto the bottom step readjusting his bag on his shoulder. ‘Just what you said really, nothing more. He was trying to make me feel better, no biggie’ You gave him a smiled and he nodded slowly. ‘I’ll see you tomorrow Jug, I’ve got to study’ You told him and he said a quiet goodbye as you slipped inside.

The only sound you heard was your footsteps on the pavement and your heavy breathing. It was almost midnight and you had finished study about an hour ago and had some extra energy. Which was why you were running around Riverdale at midnight. Your breath fogged up the air in front of you as you panted. ‘Y/n’ You heard your name being called and you slowed slightly glancing over your shoulder.

You caught sight of red hair following you bright in even the darkness of the night. You slowed to a stop and turned when you realized who it was. It took him a few seconds to come to a stop in front of you panting he bent forward slightly. You smiled. ‘You okay there Archibald?’ He gave you a quick glare looking up at you through his long lashes before shooting you a large smile. ‘You should give the football team running lessons, damn’ He straightened and you laughed you rested your hands on your hips.

Your eyes fell to his chest again trailing down his arms that were prominent as he wore a shirtless top. ‘Well, I’m built for endurance you’re built for strength’ You smirked and you Archie smiled looking at your outfit. ‘You’re certainly looking very aerodynamic there’ He chuckled his eyes trailing over the exposed skin. If you weren’t already flushed you were sure you would have blushed bright red as you glanced down at your own outfit.

It was some short tight running shorts that only just covered your ass, a sports bra and a loose running top which had long arms meaning you could see in the sides down to the bottom of your ribs. ‘Big word for a jock’ You teased trying to cover up how flustered his comment made you. He laughed. ‘Hey, I’m not complaining. Just don’t wear it in school us jocks won’t be able to concentrate on the football’ You chuckled as he smiled widely at you.

You turned and he fell into step with you as you both walked down the pathway. ‘So what are you doing out so late Andrews?’ You asked him crossing your arms over your chest and he shrugs. ‘Out to clear my head’ He tells you. ‘Anything you want to talk about?’ You ask him.

He’s silent for a minute his eyes on your flushed face as you look ahead deciding on whether or not to actually tell you.‘You wont tell anyone?’ He should trust you, after all you trusted him, you came to him when you needed someone. Maybe you could be that person for him. Your head snaps to the side your eyes meeting his. ‘Of course I wouldn’t’ You smile reassuringly at him.

You watch as he takes a deep breath. ‘The reason Miss Grundy left was because of me’ He mutters. ‘We had a thing over the summer and Betty’s Mom found out and threatened to have her sent to jail, so she left’ You felt your eyes widen and your jaw fall open. Archie came to a stop in front of you as you kept your eyes on him. ‘You were sleeping with a teacher?’ You breathed and he nodded. ‘Holy shit’ You cursed blinking hardly being able to believe it.

Archie reached out and placed his hand on your shoulder and you shivered a little. ‘You can’t tell anyone’ He whispered and you nodded violently. ‘I promise’ You reached up putting your hand on his slightly. ‘I won’t tell anyone’ He smiled down at you slightly. ‘Do you miss her?’ You asked tentatively your head cocking to the side a little. He nodded and dropped his hand from your shoulder. ‘A little, but I think I’m starting to move on’ He smiled widely down at you.

You nodded. ‘Well, that’s good’ You smiled back at him. ‘Let’s get you home, you’re shivering a little’ He said wrapping his arm around your shoulder pulling you into his body as he turned. You hadn’t even noticed you were beginning to feel the nip in the air until he said so and then it was the only thing you could feel. Well apart from Archie beside you and the heat radiating off of him. You snuggled in closer to him wrapping your arms around yourself. ‘It would be easier to just run’ You chuckled. ‘It would’ You looked up to see him nodding but neither of you moved from the position you were in and stayed walking.

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Imagine – Slow Dancing with Dean Ambrose after a fight

Word Count – 1487

Warnings – Angst, Drinking

A/N – Sorry for being off schedule lately. I’ve been super busy with going to doctor appointments almost every day and school. Hopefully I can get back on track soon!


Vince McMahon gave you and your boyfriend Dean Ambrose three weeks off since you’ve been working nonstop for four years. You both were so excited, you finally got time to be with each other without worrying about staying in character backstage! Nothing could go wrong! At least that’s what you thought.

The first few days were nice, staying at home and relaxing on the couch together. Catching up on The Walking Dead. But the rest of the week has been lonely, for you anyways. Dean’s always out drinking with his hometown friends, which you didn’t mind if it was just for a few nights. But it’s been every night for almost two weeks now. You both go back to work in a week, it’d be nice to spend the last week of your vacation with him!

Tonight was the worst though. You were sitting on a bench inside the airport, eating Mc Donalds and hopping Dean didn’t forget he was supposed to pick you up.

“Are you coming?” You texted him about 7 minutes ago, still no reply. “Maybe he’s driving” you thought to yourself.

15 minutes go by and now you were getting furious. You called him a few times, still no answer.

It was 9:30 PM and you had your last straw. Dean was supposed to be here at 7:40 and he still isn’t here and even worse not returning your calls. You stood outside in the freezing rain, catching a taxi and telling him to drop you off at your house. Your leg was bouncing nonstop the whole car ride along with you playing with your fingers, trying to keep your calm and checking your phone.

You thanked the taxi driver, got out of the car and stomped to the door while shivering in the rain. You didn’t even think to bring a jacket or an umbrella. You went inside and found Dean drinking whiskey with his legs propped up on the couch.

“DEAN, FUCKIN’ AMBROSE!” You yelled, slamming your keys down on the table.

“Oh.. hey babe! You made it!” He burped after, slurring his words

“Yeah, thanks to a taxi driver. What the fuck happened?!”

“What do you mean?”


“I was? Oh.. My bad..” He frowned.

“You’re a fuckin’ drunk.” You growled, walking away. While you were walking away you heard him say “I love you” but you slammed the door.

You woke up the next morning to Dean asleep on the couch. You grabbed a bucket along with a glass of water and medicine and put it on the table next to him, slightly waking him up.

“Good morning darlin’” He said tiredly. You just gave him a stare, making him confused.

“What’s wrong?”

“You don’t remember?” He shook his head, grabbing it in pain

“You were supposed to pick me up from the airport. I called and texted, waited forever and decided to just stand in the damn rain and wait for a taxi. I come home and you’re drunk off your ass! At 10:30 at night!” His heart ripped apart.

“Y/N, baby, I’m so sorr –“

You cut him off, slapping his hand away

“if you were sorry you’d clean up your act, Ambrose! You go out and drink so much, what if you drive home drunk and get in a crash and get hurt, or die! Do you know how much that would destroy me? You don’t care either way. I’m tired! I’m going to say what I said last night, you’re a drunk! Get your shit together!” He didn’t answer, knowing you’re right.

“I need to go, I need air.. I’ll be back later. Hopefully you’ll be here and not out drinking with your buddies. It seems like you care more about drinking then you care about me…”

You grabbed your keys along with a jacket and left, leaving him broken hearted and alone.


You braced yourself for the arguments that were about to come as you pulled into the driveway, seeing Dean’s car was still here. “Maybe he didn’t go out” you thought to yourself, hopping you were right and that his friends didn’t just pick him up or something.

You walked in and your breath was caught, not believing what your eyes are seeing. The lights were dimmed, candles on the windowsill, Dean standing in the middle of the room with roses in his hand, and a huge trash bag in the other that was filled to the top. He was wearing his leather jacket and cleaned up jeans along with his black tank top he always wears.

“What is that?” You asked, nodding your head towards the bag. He shook it, hearing bottles clink together as he did.

“My alcohol. Empty. Down the drain, sweetie. I don’t want to be this way anymore.. I don’t want to hurt you anymore. And if you don’t believe me here’s a video.”

He walked up to you and pulled out his phone. He pulled up the video and pressed play.

“Hey darlin’. You’re out somewhere mad at me, which you have every right to be. I’m sitting here at home, and I’ve taken in every word you’ve said over the last few weeks and… you’re right. I need to quit, or I’m going to kill myself. I’ve already called and told my friends, they asked me if I could come out tonight and I told them No. It felt pretty good, actually. Knowing I get to stay home with the love of my life and cuddle up on the couch with her. I’m rambling sorry, anyways… I don’t want my life to end short. I don’t want you to think I’d put ANYTHING in front of you! You come first. Always. I want to grow old with you, have little Deano’s running around the house. And of course because you want one… a cat.. Even though I can’t stand cats if it makes you happy we can get one, but not right now since we’re always on the road. I want to live and be happy with you, so that’s why I’m doing this.”

He picked up a bottle of whiskey and poured it down the drain. You could tell he hesitated for a second, but you both knew he wanted it to be done. The video went on for a few more minutes then it ended.

You looked up at him with tears in your eyes as he had some in his too. He passed you over the roses and gave you a soft smile.

“I love you more than you’ll ever know. I know I’m not good at being romantic, but I hope this was alright.”

“You dork, of course I like it! I love it!” You punched his arm, making him rub it but smile.

He turned around and grabbed the remote, turning on the radio and playing “Crazy Girl” By Eli Young Band. You raised your eyebrow, giving him a smirk

“Country, Dean Ambrose listens to country?”

“Not really, but when I heard this song it made me think of you. I’m not good at this, but will you dance with me, darlin’?” You shook your head and blushed as he placed his hands on your hips, looking down and smiling trying to hide the blush coming across his cheeks.

You two swayed back and forth as the music played softly. You leaned your head on his chest, feeling his left hand move to your back and his right go in your hair, running through it gently as he hummed along with the song. You felt like you were in heaven. Hearing his heartbeat and feeling the vibration of his humming coming from his chest. His heaven was just having you in his arms.

The song ended. The look of love in his blue eyes as he looked down into your y/e/c eyes and hearing his heartbeat quicken as he watched you. A smirk running across his lips as he leaned down and kissed you, tugging his fingers in your hair and you with your arms around his neck. You were a lot shorter than him so he picked you up and kissed you again, leaning his forehead against yours and kissing your nose.

“Did you really mean it? We can get a cat in the future?” You asked excitedly, making him chuckle

“Yes, in the future. But for now all I want is you. You’re all I want. Not booze, not drunk nights with friends. I could stay like this forever if we added wrestling into it.” You both laughed, kissing each other again.

You finally had your Dean back.