Peter’s head snapped up at the sound of his name. Kind of shocked to see [Y/N] standing in front of him and Ned, he lost his grip on the table. Catching himself before he fell face first into their project, he cleared his throat, “Uh, yeah, yeah, uh, that’s me. Peter….”
“Nice, dude.” Ned snickered.
Flashing his friend a dirty look, he quickly turned back towards [Y/N]. She was awkwardly standing in front of their workshop table, he could sense that she was a bit nervous. “Did you need something?” He asked with a smile.
[Y/N]’s cheeks turned a little tinge of pink, something that had never happened to Peter. He had never made a girl blush before. Looking down at her feet, she bit her lip. “Yeah, actually I do. Um, well, how do I put this.” She looked back up at Peter’s confused expression. “I’m about to fail this class.”
“No fucking way.” Ned gasped, “You’re like the smartest girl in this school.”
Peter clenched his jaw, closing his eyes. “Ned.” He warned.
Ned shrugged, “What? She is. I don’t think she’s ever failed a class. It’s just shocking, that’s all.”
Peter shook his head, giving Ned a look to shut up. Turning to face [Y/N] again, he gently raised a brow. “And you need me to?”
Taking a deep breath, she pointed to Ned, “I actually failed Spanish in middle school by the way but,” looking at Peter, she exhaled in defeat. “not trying to exploit your mechanical genius or anything but Mr. Harding said if I can come up with at least three projects that can move, speak, and think on its own, he won’t fail me and give me a passing grade.” Tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, she bit her lip. “I’ve come up with the first two…kind of, not really but the last one I can’t seem to figure out. And I was wondering if you could help….me.”
Ned’s eyes widened as he smiled. Slapping Peter on the back, he cheered out. “OF course he can!”
[Y/N] gave Ned a peculiar look, “I appreciate you speaking for Peter, Ned. But, it’s not your time that I’d be wasting. I’m completely helpless when it comes to wiring. I just don’t understand.”
Peter watched her babble on about her inability to mechanically engineer things. He couldn’t help but smile, she was kind of cute when she panicked. She was one of those girls that never talked much outside her circle of friends and seemed unbelievably shy. He could relate to her.
“I’ll do it.” Peter said, cutting off her ramble of paying him too. Shaking his head, he crossed his arms, smiling. “You don’t have to pay me. We can trade services. I help you with your project and you help me study for the History exam.”
Her eyes lit up, “Really?”
Nodding, “Yeah, definitely.”
Reaching into her totebag, she tore a piece of paper from her notebook and scribbled down her number. “You seriously have no idea how much this means to me, Peter!” Handing him her number, she gave a shy smile. “Just, uh, um, text me whenever you figure out your schedule and I’ll rearrange mine.” Backing up slowly, she started to blush again, “I should get back, my partner’s probably wondering where I am.”
Peter looked down at the number and smiled. “Yeah, I’ll text you after school.” Sticking in his pocket, he looked back down at his project.
Ned leaned in, “Dude, did that just happen?”
“Shut up, Ned.” Peter rolled his eyes.
“No seriously, did it? Because I’m pretty sure that it didn’t. [Y/N] is like the most underrated girl in our school. She’s so pretty that she doesn’t even know she’s pretty.”
Squinting his eyes, Peter looked at Ned, “What does that even mean?”
Squeezing his arm, Ned squealed out. “It means you have a chance dude.”
Peter shook his head and glanced across the room. He chuckled silently at [Y/N] desperately trying to understand what her partner was telling her. Ned had a point, she was extremely pretty and he could bet she didn’t even know her worth. Looking back down at their open wires, he shrugged, “Yeah maybe.”
“Nice.” Bumping Peter to do their little hand shake, Ned whispered. “Liz Allen who, whaaat?”
Asahi’s quirk is “Stone Goliath”: his skin turns rock hard to create nearly impermeable armor! It also improves the weight and damage of his punches, kicks, and headbutts! When transforming, Asahi increases in size and intimidation! However his heart is still as frail as ever, so please be kind to him and his appearance!
(When I thought about this quirk I was like….god i can’t animate that…but i tried guys…i tried;;; Asahi is a very sturdy and powerful character that’s frequently regarded as a giant and scary by others, so I wanted to include both of those characteristics! His quirk gives him a lot of strength, but because it morphs his appearance in a “scary” way he had a hard time making friends as a child, and even when acting as a hero children can find it hard to approach him when he’s transformed which hurts his feelings… Coincidentally, Asahi’s quirk is related to the earth, while Nishinoya’s is related to the sky, which furthers their roles as opposites (as designed by Furudate)!)
IMAGINE: (Y/N) and Steve are both tired of their friends (namely Sam and Tony), trying to set them up with people. What happens when one night they decide to take control of their own love lives and teach Sam and Tony a lesson? (x)
[gif is not mine -creds to the owner. requests are open. immensely proud of this, probably except the ending. i’ve uploaded this like 3 times now and tumblr keeps deleting it, so apologies for the continuous upload for this.]
warnings: swear words, mature situations -minor sex scenes.
word count: 3.2 k+
‘The question of whether we can fight fate will always remain a mystery. But the bigger question is what happens when we stop fighting it.’
“Tony, for the last fucking time, I don’t want to go on a date with your friend!” (Y/N) yelled exasperated as she threw a piece of bread at him. “How many times do I have to tell you?”
“Come on, he’s totally your type and you guys would be perfect for each other,” his voice now took on a whining tone and (Y/N) rolled her eyes. “Please, just this one time?”
(Y/N) smiled sweetly at him, “No.” She hopped off the stool she was sitting on, “Last time I agreed to one of your dates he started crying when they brought the entree, and then again when we started having sex.”
Steve placed his hands on his knees as he bent over, trying to catch his breath. “Good run, Cap” He looked behind him and saw Sam jogging to where he was.
“You were so close in beating me this time,” he placed his hands on his back and stretched. Steve groaned as he began rubbing his shoulders.
“You busy tonight?”
Steve shook his head, “No, why?”
“There’s this girl,” Sam started but Steve glared at him. “Now, hear me out, she’s lovely and-,” Sam didn’t finish as Steve held up a hand.
“Look, I don’t want to Sam. I mean I’ve tried this thing before when Nat tried to set me up and it just didn’t work out. If I want to start dating, I’ll do it through my own way.” Steve clasped a hand on Sam’s shoulder. “Thanks though.”
(Y/N) fiddled with the screwdriver in Bruce’s lab, “I thought you wanted my help on a formula Bruce, but all I’ve done is play with your tools.”
Bruce turned around with a sheepish smile on his face, “Sorry (Y/N). It’s on that table if you want to have a look at it.”
She smiled at him and walked to the table. Leaning on it with her arms, she began scanning it. (Y/N) was focused until Tony barged in.
“Guys, I just got us a reservation at Top Stem!”
(Y/N) looked over at Bruce, then turned back to Tony, “Isn’t that the hipster bar in Brooklyn?”
Tony smiled and nodded, “Yep. Know a guy and he managed to book us a table.”
“What’s the occasion?”
“I mean everyone’s here since forever,” Tony shrugged. She knew that it meant more to him that he could ever admit. After the Civil War broke out between the group, tensions ran high and even though it’s been 5 years since the event happened the group still wasn’t as it was before.
“I’m in,” Bruce smiled.
“Me too,” (Y/N) smiled and continued reading the document. She was too engrossed once again so she didn’t notice the scheming look between Bruce and Tony.
“I’m at the restaurant Sam, and nobody’s here yet,” Steve spoke into the phone, peering in every now and then into the restaurant. “It is the Top Stem, right?” He asked. “Alright, I’ll go in, but if you’re not here or anyone in the next 15 minutes, I’m leaving.” With that, Steve hung up and walked in.
When he was seated he saw that the bar was dimly lit, giving it an intimate feel, especially with the single flower in the middle of the table. He frowned at the multiple empty chairs that circled the table.
“Rogers?” He heard his name and looked up from the menu. He saw (Y/N), and in that moment he allowed himself to bask in her beauty. He hasn’t spoken to her in a long time. Of course, their relationship was never friendly, but still, he missed the fights and the banter, and the wanting to rip her clothes to shred and push her up against the wall. Steve coughed, making sure that he wasn’t blushing when he replied to her.
“Are we the first ones here?” (Y/N) asked, sitting down across from him. Steve nodded. “Fantastic,” she grumbled.
“That hurts (Y/L/N),” he gave her a smirk and she smiled largely at him.
After 10 minutes passed, (Y/N) opened her phone and texted Tony’s number.
‘Where are you guys?’
“Tony?” Steve nodded towards the phone.
“Yeah, I mean our friends are little shits, but they’re usually around five minutes late,” she checked her watch, “not ten.”
Suddenly a buzz went through the table.
‘At home. Have fun ;)’
“For fucks sake,” (Y/N) groaned. “By any chance did Sam want to set you up with someone before this?”
Realization went through him and he cursed, “Are you fucking serious?”
(Y/N) laughed at him, “Language, Cap.”
“Our friends are shit.”
“I’ll drink to that.” (Y/N) raised her glass and gulped it down. “I can’t believe I fell for this, I mean it’s a Stark plan,” she sneered. “Those usually have more holes than Swiss cheese.”
“Sam and Tony schemed us. Us out of all people!”
(Y/N) agreed, “Fuck. You know what we should do?”
Steve looked at her, he knew that look. It was that look before a scheme hatched in her mind, god he knew that look. He loved that look. He got turned on by that look. “What?”
“Since our dear friends thought that they could out scheme us, why don’t we show them just how great we can be together?” He gestured for her to go on. “Let’s pretend to date and then we’ll have this dramatic fall out after like a month or so and then they’ll don’t know what to do because we’ll force them to choose sides. Then, we’ll come out and say, ‘it wasn’t real, but this could be the outcome if you keep fucking with our lives.’”
Steve sat back for a while. Usually he was a good guy, he wouldn’t scheme, but sometimes (Y/N) brought out that Steve he wanted to be when he was younger. One that wouldn’t take shit from anyone. He got that chance when (Y/N) entered in his life.
3 weeks into ‘dating.’
“I can’t believe that you and Capsicle are dating now,” Tony sat down next to her, a bowl of cereal placed in front of him. “I mean, I thought you would high-tail out of there but not before throwing a drink in his face.”
(Y/N) shrugged, “Well, when I first saw him that’s what I wanted to do. I guess old habits die hard, but once we got talking, it was just realization. I just realized just how much we were alike, but so different at the same time.”
“Ew,” Tony shoved her lightly. “Can you spare me the romantic feelings?”
She threw a piece of granola at him. What surprised her was just how true her statement was.
3.5 Weeks into ‘dating’
“So what’s the next step on the plan?” Steve asked as he opened the door for her.
“I’m not sure if you’re going to like this, but they have to catch us in a sexual manner to say,” (Y/N) spoke and cringed. “You can just lay on top of me, I know that you don’t want to do any of that until you really like someone.”
“How do you know?”
(Y/N) rolled her eyes, “Oh please. You’re Mr. Poster Guy for having an emotional connection before having sex with a girl,” noticing his casted down eyes, “not that there’s any wrong with that!” She placed a hand on his shoulder.
“I’m just saying, Tony knows me. Tony knows that I don’t need an emotional connection when fucking someone.” She saw that he cringed when she said that. “Sorry.” She stopped walking and leaned into the wall, “He won’t believe we’re dating until he catches us in the act. He believes that we had this weird pent up sexual frustration before.”
Steve laughed, “Sam and Nat said the same thing.”
“Okay, so this is what I have in mind-,” she never got to finish her sentence as Steve pushed her up against the wall, she subconsciously lifted her legs and wrapped it around his waist. (Y/N) wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in closer, opening her mouth to allow his tongue in. She moaned as he grinded his hips to hers. “Steve, fuck,” she moaned out as he began placing kissed on his neck.
Steve relished in the way she grinded her hips against her. He could feel himself harden against his gym shorts and he really couldn’t care enough to blush or apologize. He almost took her when she began moaning his name. “You like that?” He nipped her jaw as he grinded against her again.
“God yes,” she rolled her head and pulled him in again to kiss him.
They only broke apart when they heard several throats clearing. (Y/N) and Steve broke apart slowly, she opened her eyes and saw that he was staring at her. His normal crystal blue eyes, were darker than she’s ever seen before.
“Get a room,” Tony hollered, backed up by Clint and Sam’s snickering.
Steve and (Y/N) turned their heads, foreheads still touching, to their audience. “Sorry, can’t keep my hands off her, I mean have you seen her?”
Pietro nodded and smugly grinned, “I sure have.”
Steve growled and (Y/N) found herself getting turned on by it. She grinned and lightly bit his earlobe, grinding into him for the extra act. Steve turned his attention back to her and smiled. He pecked her lips once more.
“For the love of god! I’ve given you guys practically a floor each, can you not do it where everyone can see!” Tony complained as he shut his eyes and dramatically walked to the gym. The others walked past, each smiling smugly and laughing.
Once they were out of view and hearing range, Steve allowed (Y/N) to unwrap her legs around him and gently set her down. “Didn’t know that you had in it you Rogers. I’m surprised, pleasantly surprised, but surprised nonetheless.”
Steve didn’t reply to that comment but he did give her a small, shy smile. “I guess they believe that we’re dating now?”
“For sure,” she laughed, still trying to catch her breath. “I’ll see you round Rogers.” With a wink she disappeared, swaying her hips as she did so, knowing that he was watching her. As she walked away she desperately tried to forget how good he felt, how good and right it felt when he kissed her. How he held her in the right places.
She leaned against a wall, “Fuck.” Yup, she was fucking screwed because she’s opening herself up to Steve.
4 Weeks into ‘dating’
“No need to be jealous (Y/N), you know that he only has his eyes and his other things for you,” Bucky whispered as they both watched a flirtatious reported touched Steve’s arm.
(Y/N) refused to admit that she was jealous. She wasn’t jealous at all. She didn’t want to drag him away and claw the woman who had her paws on him. Nope. Not at all. She was only concerned about their plan being thwarted if he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. She glanced at Bucky and he gave her a supportive smile. “Thanks, Buck.” She touched his arm gently, and that was the time that Steve looked up.
His eyes narrowed as he saw his best friend and his ‘girlfriend-slash-not-girlfriend-but he kinds of has feelings for her?’ closely talking. “So, what would you say was the best thing about the ‘40’s?” Tierney asked as she posed her pencil over the paper.
He turned back to her, giving him her most charming smile and answered.
(Y/N) took a deep breath, her nostrils flaring as she heard the woman’s laugh from across the room. “Breathe,” Bucky warned. They both watched as the reported fiddled with Steve’s tie. “Fuck,” Bucky swore as he watched (Y/N) storming over. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why can’t Sam do this?”
(Y/N) stormed over to where they were, standing so close to Steve that he couldn’t physically move away from her. “Am I interrupting something?” She asked sweetly. Steve looked down at (Y/N), to anyone who didn’t know her, they would have just thought that she was asking a simple question, but he knew that tone.
“Uh, I was just doing an interview here with Mr. Rogers,” the woman explained.
(Y/N) turned to her, an eyebrow arched and her jaw clenched, “Are you really?” She felt Steve’s hand wrap around her waist and leaned back into him. She smirked when she saw the reporter’s eyes move to the gesture. “Because from where I stood you were trying to get into my boyfriend’s pants.” She moved closer to the woman, “Are you really trying to get into my man’s pants?”
“No, no-,” the woman stuttered.
“Good, because fucking another woman’s man is a big no-no, no matter what, understand?”
“I didn’t know that he had a girlfriend,” the woman tried to explain.
“That’s why I’m letting you off, just make sure when you want to flirt with someone, make sure that they’re not taken, otherwise it can get,” (Y/N) tilted her head and gave the woman in front of her another smile, “messy.” With a turn, she faced Steve indicating that the conversation ended. Luckily, the woman took the hint and walked off.
Steve allowed himself to be dragged by into an empty room. She turned around and he saw that she was beyond pissed. “Do you want our plan to go down the drain?”
“Are you jealous?” He laughed at the thought. (Y/N), jealous? In all of the time that he knew her, she never once showed this kind of emotion.
“I’m angry that our plan would be tarnished, yes.”
He walked over to her, smiling all the while. “You were jealous.” He placed his hands on her hips. She shook her head, anger still in his eyes. “Oh really?” She nodded. “So after this whole charade, you wouldn’t mind me dating her,” he ghosted his lips over hers, “fuck her,” now her ear, “make love to her?” He allowed himself to nibble on her ear, earning a moan from her.
“Fuck her all you want,” (Y/N) grasped the tie, pulling him closer, their noses touching, “but you’re mine right now.” She grounded her hips against his, and this time it was him moaning.
As their kisses got more desperate, (Y/N) allowed her to think. How did it come to this situation? Alone, in a room with Steve Rogers of all people trying to undo her dress, which started which jealously? If you told her this 3 years ago, she would have laughed in your face, but at this moment? She allowed herself to enjoy Steve Rogers.
“Steve, fuck! Oh my god!” She yelled as she fisted his hair.
“Better be quiet doll, or someone might come in,” he mumbled against her clit.
“Don’t care,” she mumbled, Steve moved back in this time with more rigor. Her head tilting back, moaning loudly as she did so.
5.5 Weeks into ‘dating’
“Aren’t we supposed to break up now or something?” He dropped it so casually, it was like he was talking about the weather.
She was so stunned that she couldn’t formulate a sentence so she decided on, “What?”
“Wasn’t that the plan?” She stopped playing with his hair and turned to him. He noticed her eyes drop down, her brows furrowed. “Unless you don’t want to.” He teased.
She looked up and clenched her jaw, “No. I just don’t know how to do it dramatically, I mean I haven’t had the time to think with you fucking me.” She yanked herself out of his grasp, and neither would admit it but they missed each others touch.
Steve’s eyes widened with her cold tone, “(Y/N)…”
“Give me until tonight, then I’ll you the plan,” she walked away, her heart beating furiously.
Once she was in her room, she locked the door and sat on her bed. (Y/N) placed her face on her hands. She completely forgot about the plan -with all the sex, the talks about their past and her incessant questions about his childhood, and the weird dates in Brooklyn that she couldn’t help but enjoy. She never thought that when got into this that their goal, her goal of making sure that Tony and the gang never in their life again would blur with one kiss from Steve Rogers.
(Y/N) had it all planned out. She usually knew what was real and what wasn’t, but whenever she was with Steve, she couldn’t help but feel that everything was real.
She stood by the kitchen, whiskey in her hand. (Y/N) texted Steve two minutes ago to meet her so they can ‘break-up’. She didn’t want to, not that she’ll ever voice that thought out. She saw Steve as soon as he entered the kitchen, his face wasn’t impassive as she thought it would be.
He stalked over to her, every Avenger now watching them. He pulled her into him roughly, his hand on her waist, the other on her ass. (Y/N) was shocked, so she hesitantly kissed him back. He broke apart with her, “I need to talk to you.” Steve didn’t allow her to respond, he just grabbed her by the hand and dragged her to his room. They both felt a group of eyes watching them, but they could not care less.
“Rogers, what the hell are you doing?” He locked the door. Steve faced her.
“I love you,” he stated plainly. “I didn’t want to fall in love with you, but fuck, every single smile that you gave me, every single conversation that we had made me fall in love with you. I’m not going to lie, when I first met you I thought that you were one of the most beautiful people I have ever seen, but then you opened your perfect little mouth and you ruined it all.”
He gave a small laugh, “But you didn’t at the same time.” He looked at her, “I wanted you more than anything, the way that you talked to me -you talked to me like I was a normal guy pissing you off, not Captain America. You were the most annoying, frustrating woman in my life, I didn’t know whether I wanted to kill you or fuck you. But I did know one thing, I couldn’t imagine my life without your incessant nagging about everything that I did.”
Steve stopped speaking, they both knew that he was finished talking. (Y/N) stood there, in the middle of Steve’s room, unmoving, no emotion in her eyes. She closed her yes and inhaled.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re dramatic? You could rival Tony,” She opened her eyes and looked at him. He knew that her words were supposed to be biting but once he saw her eyes, oh god, he could burst out crying. Steve saw the love and admiration that he knew would take awhile for her to voice out. But it was still there. She loved him as well.
“You love me,” he teased and she shrugged laughing all the while. “You know what’s better than normal sex against a wall?” Steve asked.
She moved forward, wrapping her arms around him, her face glowing. “What?”
“Having passionate sex in Tony’s office,” he winked at her and she laughed.
“And they say that I’m the inappropriate one in the relationship!” She grinned at him. He was beautiful and he was hers. “I must say though, you know a way to girl’s heart.”
“Correction, I know the way to your heart.” He grinned down at her, and kissing her for the first time, not because of a scheme or a plan, but because he finally got the girl who managed to make him rip out his hair, kiss her until she’s out of breath and set his soul on fire. Sure, he had a rough road ahead of him, but if she was there with him, he could manage.
See? That smile? Sherlock stops in the middle of his showing off and goes see John. According to Lestrade’s surprised face at first, this is something that’s never happened before. Sherlock misses the opportunity to find a murderer to protect the man he just met, pretends he’s in shock and goes talk with that man. This doesn’t look like a logical reaction. It looks like a human reaction. Caused by emotions… Shock? Really??
The explanation is so blindigly obvious even Lestrade worked it out on day 1. That’s why he smiles.
Imagine your first Mother’s Day with Chris and your baby boy.
A/N: Happy Mother’s Day to all the lovely moms out there. I know I’d be lost without mine. Here’s a quick (kinda quick) one shot, it’s written around my favorite couple and favorite little baby boy. ❤️
Chris laid awake next to you and watched as the first light of dawn came to behind the beige chiffon curtains in your master bedroom. It was Mother’s Day and he’d asked Kevin for a little time off his ‘Avengers: Infinity War’ press tour to go home and see you as it was your first ever Mother’s Day. He smiled to himself as he looked over at you, remembering the look you had on your face when he walked through the front door yesterday afternoon. He wasn’t meant to be home until early August, not even for a short four days. It was the greatest Mother’s Day present you could have gotten; Chris’ presence. You kissed him so long and so hard, the world around him spun.
His smile widened when he thought back to the look on his baby boy’s face when he carried him for the first time in four and a half months. Like every other parent who had to leave for long periods of time while their child was still a baby, Chris was worried that his son wouldn’t recognize him. He was afraid that Jack would see him as a stranger even though he FaceTimed the two of you every morning and every night. He was even hesitant to pick Jack up from his rocker, nervous his son would start crying if he did. He was so afraid that he just stood by the front door and observed his son from afar, feet glued to the ground despite your urging him to pick Jack up. Even Dodger urged him, nudging his best friend’s leg with his head.
You assured Chris none of what he was worried about would happen as you spoke about him with your son all the time. You showed him pictures, you watched interviews together, and little home videos you’d shot on your phone. You told Chris how Jack would light up every time he saw him, or heard him on the television, or your laptop, or some other mobile device. Chris managed to take a step closer upon hearing that, but still kept his distance. You sighed and decided to help move the meeting along, knowing the worries your husband were carrying on his shoulders were irrelevant. You walked over to Jack who smiled at you when you lifted him out of his rocker, bouncing him gently as you made your way over to Chris.
“You are so good with him,” Chris told you when he saw the way Jack looked at you, utterly mesmerized by his beautiful mother. “No no no,” he shook his head, taking a step back when you got too close. “I don’t want to scare him, Y/N. Just-” he huffed, “take it slow, please?”
“You’re not going to scare him, Chris,” you chuckled softly and took slow steps towards Chris, who looked like he was ready to run out the door. “Chris, stop.” You narrowed your eyes at Chris when he took another step back as you got closer. “You’re being ridiculous, so can you stop. Please?”
“Sorry,” he mumbled and released some of the tension from his shoulders, allowing you to approach with Jack. The closer you got, the tighter his shoulders got. “Oh my God, he’s not going to cry is he?” He asked you when he saw his son watching him curiously, his tiny head tilted to one side. “Y/N, is he going to-” Jack started laughing, making you smile and Chris flinch. “He’s got the cutest laugh,” Chris looked up at you with a wide grin; you nodded with the same smile. For a second, he forgot he was afraid and unconsciously reached for the hand Jack was holding out. “Hey, buddy.” Jack’s hand wrapped around Chris’ finger. “Have you been looking after your mama for me? Yeah?” Chris laughed along with Jack and you smiled at Dodger as the two of you observed their interaction. “You’re the man of the house now, aren’t you?”
“Do you want to hold him?” You asked and Chris nodded, but made no effort to prepare himself for the pass over. “Sweetheart, you’re not going to scare him. Look at him, he’s so happy to see his daddy. Trust me, it’s going to be okay. If he loves the try-hard mom, he’s going to love the natural dad,” you joked, drawing a smile to Chris’ face. “Here,” you carefully passed Jack over and Chris took him from you like an absolute pro. “See,” you kissed Chris’ cheek as he bounced your giggling son, “there’s nothing to be afraid of.”
“Thank you,” he returned a kiss on your cheek then proceeded to kiss Jack’s. “For this, for him- for everything you’ve given me since we met.” You smiled, gently rubbing Jack’s back as you rubbed Chris’ arm. “How are you doing, Jack?” He spoke to your son with so much joy in his voice. “Are we cool?” Jack cupped Chris’ face in his hands and made soft noises with his lips, making you and Chris laugh. “I know, bud. I miss my beard too.”
Chris returned to reality when he heard soft noises come through the baby monitor. He quickly grabbed it from his bedside table and turned it off, slipping out of bed to attend to him. He was trying to give you the best day of your life, starting with some well-deserved rest. He knew you were playing it cool, but you were having a bit of a hard time doing the whole parenting thing without him. He’d wished he’d gotten you pregnant after his Marvel contract ended, so he could’ve been there for everything. He wanted the whole experience, but he’d only had half a pregnancy, an early labor, and the three months of Jack’s life. As much as he’d like to complain, he couldn’t; he had the perfect wife and the son he’d always wanted. Sure, he’d missed out on a little bit, but it was only the beginning. There was so much more to come that he was going to be there for.
“Good morning, Dodger.” Chris patted Dodger’s head as he walked past him to scoop Jack out of his cot. “Hey, buddy.” He rocked Jack soothingly, smiling when his son wrapped his tiny arms around his neck and rested his head against his chest. “I’ve missed you too, kiddo.” He held Jack as closely as he had last night, rocking his son to sleep before joining you in bed. “I know I haven’t been around, but I’ll be home soon. You and Dodger just keep taking care of your mama for me, okay? I promise I’ll be home soon, to take care of all of you.”
Chris carried Jack for a little while, pacing the room as he enjoyed the simplicity of holding his son in his arms. It was feeling he’d never, ever get sick of. It was peaceful, very zen-like to have Jack’s tiny body held against his chest; to listen to his soft breaths; to kiss his soft hair; to breath him in because babies always smelt good. Chris didn’t know why, but they did. He was so satisfied with his life at that very moment because he was finally a dad able to celebrate Mother’s Day with his wife and child; he was no longer just a son who had to take care of his mom. He was a husband, a father, and he had to show you how grateful he was towards the woman who’d given him that. He needed to make breakfast, and clean the house, and take out the trash, and fix anything that was broken in his absence. He needed to spend today, and the next two and a half days showing how much he loved and appreciated you before he had to leave again. You may have known already, but it wouldn’t have killed him to emphasize.
You instinctively woke at 6:25AM, like every other morning if Jack managed to sleep through the first light of dawn. You turned over and reached for your husband only to find the bed empty and the baby monitor turned off. You smiled because you knew what day it was and what Chris had planned to do for you while he was home. It was sweet, like everything he did. You stretched, grabbing his pillow and hugging it to your chest. Your mom was right about you knocking things out of the park with him, he was absolutely perfect.
You got out of bed and went into the bathroom to get cleaned up. You were coming out of the bathroom when you heard Chris’ footsteps and Dodger’s paws coming down the hall. “Shhh,” you heard Chris tell your babbling son. “We don’t want to wake your mama, I’m just going to sneak into the bathroom to brush-” You smiled at him as your three boys entered the room. “Oh, you’re awake.” He chuckled when you nodded, walking over to him. “Was it us? Were we too loud?”
“No,” you shook your head and held out your arms to take Jack from Chris. “I’m used to waking up early, as is Dodger.” You looked down at Dodger, smiling. “This little guy keeps us up and at it. Don’t you, bud?” You poked your son’s stomach, making him laugh and Chris smile. “You can go brush your teeth, I’ll watch him.”
“Happy Mother’s Day, sweetheart.” He leaned over to peck you on the lips and you smiled. “I’m going to go brush my teeth first, then I’ll come back and give you a proper kiss.” You chuckled and nodded, bouncing your son as you made your way back over to your bed. Dodger joined you, sitting down in front of you and resting his head in your lap.
“How did you sleep, handsome?” You asked your son, smoothing his bedhead with your hand.
“It’s definitely good to be back in bed with my wife,” Chris answered from the bathroom. You laughed and he poked his head out with a toothbrush in his mouth, “oh. You’re talking to Jack,” he said, his words muffled by his brushing.
“Yes I am,” you smiled. “But I’m glad you slept well too, handsome.” You winked at Chris, earning a wink back. “And you, Dodger.” You cooed and scratched his head. “Anyway, Chris.” You looked back up at your husband. “I am really glad to have you back in bed too, it’s been awfully lonely without you around.”
“I know it has been,” Chris murmured, careful not to get any toothpaste anywhere. “I’ll be home soon though.” He walked back in to rinse and spit, then came back out as he dried his face with his face towel. “And then we can actually be a team like I promised.” You smiled and nodded. “I’m really sorry I haven’t been around to help you.” He walked over and sat down next to you; you passed him Jack and he held his son close to his chest. “Really, really sorry.”
“Don’t be,” you shook your head, kissing his cheek. He pressed his lips together, eyes filled with guilt. “Darling,” you chuckled, rubbing his back. “You didn’t run out on me, you went to work. It’s not your fault you’ve been away, you’re making money to provide for this family. So don’t apologize, okay? You haven’t been far, you know I always carry you in my heart.” He cracked a smile and leaned in to kiss you. “I love you,” you told him then met his lips.
“I love you too,” he whispered. “And you’re getting everything you deserve today, don’t you worry.”
“I’ve already gotten everything I need,” you smiled at him. “My three,” you glanced from Dodger, to Jack, to Chris, “beautiful and perfect boys.” Chris chuckled, leaning in for another kiss. “Yeah, I don’t need anything else.”
Summary: You make a trip to Alexandria to continue for the hunt for Daryl.
“We are what we are. Nothing more, nothing less. There is good and evil among every kind of people. It’s the evil among us who rule now.” - Anne Bishop
“Most of the evil in this world is done by people with good intentions.” - T.S. Elliot
The next morning was face paced and there was little time to spare with Negan wanting to make it to Alexandria as soon as possible. All of his men were gathered in the yard, most of them chomping at the bit at the thought of getting to tear the place up from head to toe once you arrived there.
Once you had readied yourself, you headed down to one of the buildings that were considered ‘apartments’ where David shared and room with Katherine and Ben. As far as you knew, Eugene was also staying on the same hallway in his own room, but you hadn’t seen much of him since he was brought back for making a bullet for Rosita. He mostly kept to himself, and lately you were too busy to pay much attention to anyone else.
You knocked on the door a few times, hearing movement from the other side until the door opened.
David greeted you at the doorway and ushered you inside with his hand.
You gave a nod and entered slowly, looking over the quaint little room. It wasn’t a bad looking room at all, considering all three of them were forced to stay in it together, and of course it was no where near as nice as Negan’s room, or your room for that matter.
Katherine and Ben were both sitting at a table in the center of the room, spooning what looked like oatmeal into their mouths.
“How are you liking it here?” You said aloud, but mostly speaking to David.
Katherine and Ben both looked up at you, giving a few sparse nods here and there before finally uttering, “Fine.” Neither of them seem to care for you, or their placement here very much, and you could say you felt the same. You would have much preferred just being in charge of David, atleast he talked –at times too much – but still talked.
You turned back to him, waiting for an answer.
He shook his head a little, “Well, I’ve got a roof over my head and food. There’s really not a whole lot I can complain about, is there?”
“That’s a really good answer.” You said, relieved that you didn’t have to scold him for giving some smart ass remark.
“What’s the deal for today?” He asked as he sat down on the couch that furnished the room, reaching down to tie the laces on his boots.
“I’ve gotta take a trip to Alexandria with Negan and the others, see if we can find Daryl.”
He nodded as he kept looking down, “So, what do you want us to do?”
“You are gonna come with me, and you two-” You trailed off as you turned your attention back to the table and walked over to lean against it.
They both took note and stopped eating to sit up right, looking nervous at the eagerness in your expression as you stared the both of them down, “You two are gonna work in the kitchen again. Seeing as how both of you seem to be a package deal, I won’t split you up. This is me being nice, and trying to extend an olive branch to you. Do we have an understanding?”
“Why do you wanna be nice to us now?” Katherine asked, squinting at you suspiciously.
“Exactly when haven’t I been nice?” You breathed, your eyes locked onto hers.
“You did threaten to kill us.” Ben cut in, leaning back in his chair.
You rolled your eyes, “Jesus, really? I said if you fucked me over I’d kill you, that’s it. I’m not just gonna blow your brains out because the mood strikes me..” You paused again and pointed at Katherine, “But you are the one testing my patience. I’m tired of the disrespect.”
Katherine immediately averted her glare from you as the thought of you pulling your gun out on her crossed her mind.
“I threatened David, too.” You reminded them, throwing your head back in his direction, “And look at him, he’s going out on runs with me and everything. All I’m asking for is cooperation. That’s literally it. So, I’ll ask again; do we have an understanding?”
They both gave eachother glances as if silently debating whether or not they should, and finally nodding to you in approval.
“Yeah, just don’t kill us.” Ben said before he focused his attention back on his food.
You gave a nod, “Like I said, just cooperate and I won’t have to, I won’t say it again. I’m sure you’d both rather have to deal with me than Negan, right?”
“Yes.” They both managed to say simultaneously, that was the one thing they seemed to be sure of.
“Good.” You said plainly as you turned around, motioning David to follow you as you headed out of the door.
When you arrived back outside, everyone was loaded into the trucks waiting to leave and you were met with the familiar angry glare of the man of the house.
“Jesus-fuckin-Christ, did the goddamn tornado sweep you away to Oz, or what? What the fuck kept you so long?” He demanded as he leaned against one of the trucks, swinging Lucille.
He closed your eyes for a moment before answering, “I had to make sure the other two knew what to do while we are away.”
“Why didn’t you fuckin’ bring them?” He asked, throwing an arm up, shifting his eyes to David, “You brought that shit stick.”
You pursed your lips, “They’d be kind of useless to us, Negan.”
Negan’s forehead creased as he listened to you, “And what makes him useful?” He asked, jutting his head towards David.
You glanced back to see David doing his best to stand tall against Negan’s critique, but you could tell all he wanted to do was cower in a corner, far away from Negan incase he decided to interrogate him with more suggestive and confusing questions.
“He shows potential, and he did kinda save my ass.” You breathed, hating to bring attention back to your own screw up.
Negan snorted and let out a small chuckle, “Mmm, you fuckin’ got me there. Maybe we should give him your goddamn job, huh?”
You lowered your head, not wanting him to see just how much the sting in those words hit you.
Your hands began to twirl into fists, much like the way a snake coils itself when it was ready to strike.
Of course, you’d never lash out and hit Negan, but it was starting to become more prevalent that your time here had made your temper short.. But constantly being around a man as volatile as Negan would surely have that effect on someone sooner or later.
You lifted your head back up and gave a small nod, accepting it.
“It won’t happen again.” You said in a calm tone, walking to the front of the truck.
“I’m sure it fuckin’ won’t, darlin’.” He called out to you as you pushed past him.
David followed behind you, heading for the cab of the truck as you crawled into it. Negan reached out his arm, grabbing David by the shoulder before he slung him back around to his side, “And where the fuck are you goin’?”
“To get in the- the truck.. sir?” David said nervously as Negan held him with one hand and Lucille too close for comfort in the other.
Negan scoffed and shook his head quickly, “Hell no, the front is for me and the lovely wife. You get the privilege of sitting in the fuckin’ back, asshole.” Negan patted David’s face before pushing him in the direction of the back large storage compartment on the back on the truck.
You rolled your eyes as David stood there dumbfounded before turning to get into the back with a defeated look on his face.
“What kept you from treating me that way when I first got here?” You admitted as he hopped into the front seat next to you.
Negan cocked his head in your direction, studying your face before he spoke, “Why the fuck would I?”
You shrugged, “I gave you way more trouble than he does.”
Negan shut his eyes as he smirked, “But he’s not you, now is he, babydoll?”
You smiled as you leaned back into the seat, “No, he’s not.”
“Al-fuckin-right then.” He said matter-of- factly.
The rest of the ride was quiet and the whole way there you could feel the anticipation radiating off of Negan.
You knew when he got this wound up that he was unpredictable and at his most dangerous, much like a wild fire when it gets out of hand, it’s hard to get it back under control and leaves destruction in its path.
You didn’t know what he was planning to do when he got to Alexandria, you didn’t know if he’d kill everyone looking for Daryl, take everything, or just go there to harass Rick until he made him cower down like a scolded dog.
None of the options would have been much of a surprise to you, you had witnessed and done a lot of shit since you’re time here and it was beginning to change you.
Even killing someone wasn’t as big of a problem as it once was, especially if they posed a threat to you, or Negan, but you tried to avoid killing anyone who didn’t deserve it.
Your mind was in such a daze that you hadn’t even noticed when you arrived to Alexandria, and didn’t even notice e when everyone exited the truck, except you.
You were usually nervous when trips to Alexandria were made, but there was something different about it this time.
There was a rapid snapping of fingers that finally broke your train of thought and you quickly turned you head to the source, Negan was standing there, his eyes rows raised as he gave you a peculiar look, “Darlin’, are you fuckin’ there?”
You blinked and pinched the bridge of your nose, trying to gain composure, and bring yourself down off the edge before nodding at him.
“Yeah, I’m just thinking.” You said, sliding to the edge of the seat.
He gave you an apprehensive look, he could sense the anxiety you held, “Don’t fuckin’ think.” He outstretched his hand to grab your chin, tilting your head up to him, “Take a goddamn breath, and get your head on straight, baby.” He spoke softly, almost a purr as he tried to give you a moment of comfort.
You took in a deep breathe and let it out slowly as his hand still laid on your chin. Negan never really took moments to calm you down, so it was almost odd whenever he did, but once he finally did it was an instant release of any tension that you felt. Even if you never trusted anyone else, you knew that you trusted him and his words.
You looked back up at him and gave a nod.
“Alright, I’m good. Let’s go.” You gave a half smirk and jumped down beside him.
“That’s my fuckin’ girl.” He smiled running his hand through your hair to grip it before leaning down quickly to kiss you firmly.
He released you and turned towards the gate as it opened up, revealing the insides of the compound and the people all standing around, waiting to see why Negan was here.
You followed behind Negan as he strode toward Rick who was at the front, leading his group, David had climbed out of the back of the truck and found his way to your side.
“What’s going on?” He whispered roughly.
“Be quiet.” You hissed back at him as you stared at the group in front of you, spotting Michonne behind Rick.
“Rick, just the goddamn man I was lookin’ for!” Negan said in a cheerfully, but you knew that this tone of voice was more dangerous than an angered one.
“We don’t have any supplies for you, yet. We’re gonna have to go out further to get stuff. The places around here are getting empty.” Rick said, putting a hand up, trying to reason with Negan quickly.
Negan shook his head and held out Lucille to point it at his face, “No, no, no, fuck no. Believe it or not, I’m not fuckin’ here to take whatever ever shit you’ve gotten for me – I’m sure you know why I’m fuckin’ here, Rick.”
Rick looked around at all of Negan’s men and to you, letting his eyes linger over you a but longer than anyone else.
He always seemed intent on letting you know just how disappointed he was with you with his looks.
You didn’t back down, you held eyes with him - staring back at him with the same sourness.
The constant, silent guilt trips were growing tiresome.
Rick finally averted his gaze back to Negan when he saw that you were going do drop yours.
“No, I don’t know why you’re here.” He said, his calm tone growing into a growl.
Negan hummed and held up his hand, snapping his fingers, giving his men the signal to spread out and tear the place apart.
They all quickly dispersed and pushed past the Alexandrians at the gate to get by, spreading themselves out between the houses.
Rick looked around at all of them with his eyes narrowed, shooting a look back to you and Negan who were the only ones still standing there.
You watched as Michonne made her way over to Rick’s side, laying her hand on his shoulder.
“What do you want?” She growled to the both you, her eyes full of hostility.
“How long are you gonna act like you don’t fuckin’ know, babydoll?” Negan chuckled as he leaned back, his arms outstretched, waiting for an answer.
“Know what?” Rick sniffed as he approached Negan a little closer.
Your hand moved instinctively to your gun as he did so, resting on it – waiting.
“Daryl.” Negan said coldly, the smile dropping from his face, you could hear the anger rising in his voice.
“You have Daryl.” Rick said as he let his hands rest on the sides of his belt.
“Thank you for that excellent goddamn observation, Rick. Now, tell me why the fuck would I be here if I still had him?”
Rick shook his head, “He’s not here.”
Negan sucked his teeth, his jaw flaring as he clenched his jaw, “We’ll fuckin’ see about that, won’t we?”
Rick tilted his head, “Why would he come back here?”
Negan prowled over to Rick, his grip tightened on Lucille, closing the space between them.
You kept your hand on your gun as you took a step forward, your eyes glued to Rick, with Michonne lingering a few feet behind him.
“Because Rick, a goddamn dog always returns to its fuckin’ home.” Negan growled as he stood over Rick.
Rick looking back up to Negan, unflinching, “You won’t find what you’re looking for.”
Negan leaned his head back momentarily before giving Rick a dangerous grin, “For your sake, you better fuckin’ hope we don’t find him here… Come on, darlin’.” He called back to you without his eyes leaving Rick.
You made your way over to both of them as he pushed past Rick and Michonne, both them staring daggers into you as you walked past.
You were definitely walking into a lion’s den, not only were you already viewed as a threat for literally sleeping with their enemy, but you had become the enemy by killing one of their own the last time you were here.
As you walked down the street of the town with Negan you could hear the loud crashing of glass and other materials as the Saviors that were inside the houses were literally tearing them apart.
You knew that a lot of what they were doing was out of enjoyment in destroying property, and not just for the sole purpose of finding Daryl, and for that you felt the slightest hint of guilt, but of course you weren’t about to say anything.
“Is destroying our homes necessary?” Rick asked as he watched one of Negan’s men throw a small end table out of one of the houses, the wood cracking and splintering onto the pavement.
“I guess it fuckin’ wouldn’t be necessary if you’d follow the fuckin’ rules.. Besides, it’s an easier fuckin’ clean up than if I killed somebody, isn’t it? I mean, would you rather me fuckin’ kill all these nice people here, Rick?” Negan asked in an amused tone, as he drummed his fingers on Lucille’s handle.
“No.” Rick protested quickly, “I don’t want anyone else to die.” He shifted his eyes to you.
You rolled your eyes back at him, breaking away from him and Negan to walk over to a porch on one of the houses.
“They look like they hate you more than they hate Negan.” David whispered low, trying to keep out of Negan’s earshot.
“No shit. This is the group I used to be with.” You said, walking up the steps.
“No shit? Seriously?” He said urgently, turning his head to look over the neighborhood as if he couldn’t believe you were once here.
You nodded and leaned against the railing of the porch, “Yes, really. I’m even more unwelcome since I killed somebody here last time, someone I used to know.”
He shrugged, “Why’d you kill them?”
“She tried to kill Negan.” You said bluntly, looking up at him.
A look of shock came over his face, “Honestly, you don’t look like the type that would kill.”
“Looks are deceiving, aren’t they? What, you thought I was just fuckin’ around when I threatened you, and the others?” You squinted, almost getting angry that he thought you were joking.
“No. It’s like I said, you don’t look violent.”
Your forehead creased, “Well, stick around long enough to annoy me, and you’ll see how violent I can be.”
He smirked, “I’d rather live..” He ran a hand through his hair as he looked over to Negan “So, you’re really serious about him, huh? I mean, if you’ll kill for him.”
“He’s done the same for me. We have a bond, and it might be complicated, and at times it might be downright shitty; but yes, I’m serious about him.”
He smiled and leaned down to rest on the railing, “Sounds like a regular fairy tale.” He said jokingly.
“Shut the hell up.” You laughed, smacking him playfully on the arm, “Why do you care anyway?”
“It’s just the world with the way it is now, stuff like that seems unimportant - y'know 'relationships’ or whatever you wanna call it. There’s enough going on already.” He admitted.
You leaned back up and gave him a seriosuly look, “Or maybe it’s more important now than ever. Nothing would be worse than having to go through this shit alone relationship or not, people still need other people whether we wanna admit it or not.”
“Says the girl who’s husband beats other people’s heads in with a bat.” He said bluntly.
“It’s for your protection as much as it is mine. Rival groups are just that - rivals.” You snapped, as your eyes narrowed at him, you could feel your temper starting to rise up in you.
“But you used to be with this group.” He raised an eyebrow.
“You don’t think I’m aware of that shit, David? I don’t particularly like seeing them like this, but they are my fucking people anymore.” You growled.
He stood up and put a hand up, clearly realizing that he was crossing a line with you, “I’m sorry, I was just trying to talk.”
“Yeah, that’s your problem. Learn when to shut your fucking mouth.. Before it gets you killed.” You gritted your teeth, pushing him back out of your way as you went back down the steps.
The problem with being in charge of David was the fact that even when he got on your last nerve, you still had to be around him.
He followed behind you, keeping his distance but still too close for your liking at the moment.
Surely, you could have told Negan and that problem would have been solved on the spot, but it would also have meant David would probably get thrown in a cell when you returned to the sanctuary, or worse. You were nowhere near spiteful enough to have that happen to him over such a small incident.. Not yet anyway.
You liked David, and his company was usually welcomed, but his questions about Negan had began to grow old.
You knew that it struck a nerve so deeply because he had a point, you knew a lot of things that Negan did weren’t so nice, but it was what it was.
If people were allowed to get away with things, even seemingly small things, Negan would be viewed as weak, that he could be walked all over, and so would the rest of the sanctuary – even if the people were some you used to be apart of something with.
This world was too brutal to not be brutal right back at it.
The search for Daryl continued while everyone stood outside of their houses, listeningredients to their belongings being thrown around without a second thought.
You felt a push on your shoulder and turned to the source, Michonne was standing behind you, glaring as she usually did.
“How can you stand around and watch this happen?” She hissed in your face.
You furrowed your eyesbrows at her, “I think we’ve already had this conversation. Tell him where Daryl is at, and we’ll leave.” You lowered your voice, getting closer to her, “What the hell do you expect me to do anyway, Michonne. You really think I have the power to make him stop?”
Her lips stretched into a thin line, “No, but your gun does.”
“The only person I’ll shoot is you, if you keep threatening us.” You growled.
“Michonne!” Rick called out, taking a few steps towards her, knowing that there would be no reason for you two to talk, unless it was an argument “Stop it. Now.”
“You better listen to your fuckin’ leader there, darlin’.” Negan said as he looked over to see what the commotion was about, he had a less than pleased look on his face.
“Fuck that.” She scoffed turning her gaze back to you.
The next few moments were almost in slow motion, you took a step back as you saw her hand reach up, grabbing for your gun.
Her hand caught the collar of your shirt as she slung you sideways.
You planted a foot firmly on the ground, catching yourself before she could how you to the pavement, you slammed your hand into her chest, giving her a hard push. Michonne stumbled backwards her hand still gripped on your shirt, taking you down with her, it was a struggle between the two of you as you wrestled on the ground.
You swung roughly and landed a punch in her face, she let out a pained groan as she tried to claw into your eyes.
Your anger had reached its peak and you pushed her down again, her head knocking hard against the pavement as you exerted yourself trying to climb onto of her, wrapping a hand around her throat as your fist came down on her face again and again, her blood running freely over your hand from the busted nose you had given her.
“Stop it!” You heard a man’s voice bellow in the background, it was distorted and you couldn’t hear much of anything, but your best guess was that it was Rick.
You had completely forgotten about everyone else, until you were finally pulled off of Michonne as she lay there in the street.
You were kicked and screamed as you were drug away from her, trying to break away to get in another punch.
It took you a few seconds to snap out of the rage you were in, and you looked around; David had his arms around you, holding you back.
You watched Rick as he ran over to Michonne, calling her name urgently as he dropped to his knees beside her.
She wasn’t dead, but you had busted up her face pretty well.
“Christ, you fuckin’ girls and the constant catfights.” Negan said nonchalantly as he walked over to you.
You looked up at him nervously, afraid he was going to scold you for what had happened.
His eyes shifted to David and he jerked his head back, “You can fuckin’ let her go now, asshole.” He said giving him a sour look as his hands were still wrapped around you.
David dropped them quickly, backing away from you at Negan’s order.
“What the fuck was that shit, darlin’?” Negan said in a low, hostile tone.
You wiped the sweat from your brow, allowing yourself a moment for your adrenaline to settle.
You looked over at Michonne who seemed like she was finally coming to as Rick lifted her up off the ground, debating whether or not to tell him the real story, or just chalk It up to the fact that you two hated eachother.
You chose the latter.
“She’s just pissed at me.” You answered, shaking your head, “She wants me dead. I’m considered a traitor around here, you know.”
Negan glanced back at Rick who was standing there, holding up Michonne.
He looked utterly defeated, “Can I take her into the house?”
Negan sucked his teeth, ignoring Rick as he turned back to you, “Fuckin’ kill her, if you must.”
“No.” Rick started to beg, “Please.”
“Rick, there are fuckin’ rules. This is the second goddamn time your lady has fuckin’ attacked mine, and I’ll fuckin’ leave it up to her.” He snapped at Rick.
“No.” You said bluntly, “Not today anyway.” You stood there firmly, looking from Rick back to Negan.
Negan nodded his head slowly and as you glanced back to Rick once more, you could see a look on his face that you hadn’t expected.
He looked greatful.
“Please.. I’ll talk to her.” Rick stammered as he adjusted her in his arms, “Please, let me take her inside.”
Negan sighed and turned to him again, swinging Lucille playfully, “Goddamn, you are one lucky son-of-a-bitch, Rick. Extremely lucky. And for this fuckin’ act of kindness on both our parts, don’t you think you owe us a little something?” He smirked.
Rick looked down at his feet, not wanting to answer him.
You could see his body tensing up from just being asked.
“C'mon, Rick. I gotta fuckin’ hear it.” Negan chuckled as he laid a hand on his belt, “You know there’s no alternate fuckin’ version where this goes any fuckin’ better than it is now. So, fuckin’ say it.” He demanded as his eyes burned into Rick.
Rick nodded slowly, sniffing as he looked back up, you could see the anger in his eyes as he forced out a “Thank you.”
Negan gave a slow clap and pointed at him, “Atta boy! Now see, was that so goddamn hard? And look at that, everyone is still fuckin’ alive.. But you’re still giving me that same goddamn shitty look like I pissed in your cereal or somethin’. Why don’t you fuckin’ try it again, Rick.”
Rick clenched his jaw tightly, his lip trembling as he took in a labored breath, “Thank you.”
Negan clicked his teeth as he set Lucille back on his shoulder, “That’s more fuckin’ like it.”
Negan motioned for Rick to follow him as he walked down the street to his house, you followed behind them with David still at your side.
“Are.. Are you okay?” David asked timidly.
You gave a nod, your anger towards him had diminished, “I’m fine. It’s not the first time I’ve been in a fight.”
“I thought you were gonna kill her.” He breathed.
“It wasn’t for lack of trying, if you hadn’t pulled me off I don’t know if I would have stopped.” You said, shoving your hands into your pockets.
When you reached Rick’s house, Negan’s men were walking out after they were done searching, and throwing things around, heading for the next house.
Carl was standing on the porch with Judith in his arms, walking down the steps quickly to greet Rick, his eyes shifting to Negan angrily when he saw him.
“Dad, what happened?” He said in a nervous tone, clutching Judith to his chest.
“Get in the house.” Rick growled, walking past him into the house.
“Kid.” Negan said in an upbeat tone.
“What did you do to her?” Carl narrowed his good eye at negan, nostrils flaring.
Negan leaned his head back and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Still acting like a fuckin’ badass, huh? I didn’t do shit.”
Carl shook his head and turned to go back into the house.
“Hold the fuck up.” Negan called as he reached back, handing Lucille to you.
You took her from his hand and propped her onto your shoulder like he always did.
“What?” Carl growled.
“Well, you didn’t think I was just was gonna make a fuckin’ house visit without holding that little fuckin’ ray of sunshine, did you?” Negan held out his arms and motioned to Carl, “Hand her here, kid.”
A look of nervous came over Carl as he held Judith protectively, she was starting to get fussy.
You guessed she could sense the tension in the air.
Carl walked down the steps slowly as he approached Negan.
You could tell he was struggling between wanting to not hand her over, and also not wanting to anger Negan.
He sucked in a breathe and transfered her over to Negan’s arms reluctantly.
“There, see.” Negan said sweetly as he held Judith up and bounced her in his arms. She calmed down and even giggled as Negan rocked her back and forth in his arms, “I think she fuckin’ remembers me.” He cooed.
“You could atleast not swear around her.” Carl said, annoyed.
Negan shot a look back at Carl, “Christ kid, she’s not old enough to even talk. She’d probably be better off if her first word was 'fuck’ anyway.” He looked down at Judith, “Isn’t that right?” He cooed again.
Judith giggled again, babbling back at him. A big smile came over Negan face as he kept looking at her, she reached up to try and grab a handful of his beard.
You could never help but smile when you watched him hold her, it seemed to be the only time he was ever completely sweet and non-intimidating.
Rick walked out onto the porch, his face went pale as he looked on in horror as he watched Negan holding his daughter.
His submissiveness seemed to have worn off at the sight, and he walked heavily down the steps with a dangerous look in his eyes as if he was seconds away from charging at Negan.
“Give her to me.” The twang in his voice getting more prominent now, his hand balled up into fists.
You knew he wouldn’t attack Negan while he had his own child in his hands, but you weren’t willing to risk any of it, and you quickly pulled your gun out, pointing it at him.
He slowed to a stop a few feet away from the both of you.
“Look, what your lookin’ for isn’t here. Daryl isn’t here. We do everything you want, give me my daughter.” Rick began to plead, his eyes starting well up with tears as he scowled at Negan.
Negan smiled and patted Judith on the back, “I fuckin’ know he’s not here, Rick. That’s pretty goddamn clear since we’ve searched the place from top to bottom.”
“Then just leave. Leave us alone until you come to collect your shit.” He snarled at Negan.
“That would be the fuckin’ thing you’d like, isn’t it? But there’s a goddamn problem there.” Negan said calmly.
“What problem?” Rick shook his head, throwing his arms out.
“Daryl being fuckin’ gone. Now, I’m not fuckin’ stupid, Rick. Maybe he’s not here at the moment, but he’ll show up sometime, if he hasn’t already, and when that happens, I have no fuckin’ doubt you’ll show up at my goddamn doorstep wanting to fight. If you fuckin’ did, that’s cool. We outnumber you pretty fuckin’ bad.” He sighed and shrugged his shoulder, “But I’d rather not waste my fuckin’ time on it, and to make fuckin’ sure you don’t come to my doorstep with your bullshit, I need to take out a fuckin’ insurance policy.” He gave Rick a wicked smile.
“Please.” Rick started to beg as he watched Negan.
“Too late for that shit. you know how you can fuckin’ fix it, give me Daryl.”
“I told you, I don’t-”
“You don’t fuckin’ know where he’s at.” Negan cut him off, “I tell you what, Rick. You work on fuckin’ finding him then, how about that.” Negan gave an evil smirk, “Until then, this little angel is gonna a have an amazing fuckin’ life at the sanctuary.”
Your eyes widened as you looked over to Negan, in shock at what he was saying.
It was something that you hadn’t even expected, your hands began to shake nervously as you held onto the gun.
“Negan..” You breathed fearfully.
He shifted his eyes to you, “Calm the hell down.”
“I’ll kill you. Both of you.” Carl stepped forward, looking at you and Negan.
“You’ve got some fuckin’ balls, kid, I mean it. But I’m not the one with the gun to my goddamn head.” Negan smirked as he turned to walk away.
You moved your gun to Carl, your hand still shaking at you gave him a sympathetic look as you backed away from the both of them, not letting your eyes leave from fear of them charging at you.
“Sorry.” You whispered.
You turned quickly and jogged in the direction Negan was heading to catch up with him.
“You can’t be serious, Negan.” You said in a skiddishly as you walked along side him quickly, looking back to see Rick and Carl following you in a panic.
“I’m very goddamn serious, darlin’. You really fuckin’ think they wouldn’t try to come after us? Doing this ensures we don’t have to deal with their bullshit version of revenge.” He huffed, making his way to the truck.
You adjusted Lucille on your shoulder, almost forgetting you were holding her, “Negan, this is his child. Besides, we have Eugene.”
“Having that mullet wearing motherfucker wouldn’t stop them either, babydoll. Just fuckin’ trust me.” He opened the door to the truck and climbed in, holding Judith close so she didn’t fall.
She began to get fussy again as things got tense again.
“You’re not gonna hurt her are you?” You asked nervously.
Negan rolled his eyes as he gave you an angered look, “Fuck, you think I’d do that? Hell no, I wouldn’t fuckin’ hurt her.”
You shook your head and wiped your eyes on your arm as sweat ran down your face. Partly from the heat, and from the amount of stress.
David didn’t speak as he walked up to you just as wide eyed, you nudged your head to the side, silently letting him know to get into the back.
Rick and Carl stood feet away, watching as you climbed into the truck next to Negan. You holster your gun once you were inside, and he handed Judith over to you.
She wrapped her arms around your neck and you rocked her on her knee, hoping to God she didn’t start screaming.
Negan leaned out the window, pointing to Rick.
“Remember what I fuckin’ said, Rick. If I find out you know where the fuck Daryl is, I can promise you it won’t play out half as fuckin’ well as it did for your boy when I brought him back here. Well fuckin’ be in touch soon.” He called out as the truck started.
As you drove off, you hung your head out of the window as Alexandria was left behind once again, and watched as you saw Rick dropping to his knees, a man whom was completely broken.
“I better leave now”
(WARNING: if you haven’t seen Season 4 there are spoilers!)
“Bjorn?” I called my voice carrying through the small house we called home. It was cozy and for the two of us it had been perfect. When I received no answers I wondered into the small bedroom where I found him. His head was buried into his large hands and his body shook. His broad shoulders were still wrapped in the furs from the morning and he looked like he had not moved in hours.
“Bjorn,” I called, softly this time, as if he were a bear I didn’t dare disturb. His hands fell to his lap and he clasped them together abruptly.
“What,” he spat his face lifting to look at mine, he was red with anger or maybe even sadness, and his body still shook. I started at him in shock, my mouth slightly agape.
“Are you just going to stare at me or are you going to say what you came here to?” He spouted angrily again.
I shook my head trying to shake off his foulness with me,” I came to check on you. Margrethe told me what had happened.”
“Magrethe told you, what exactly did she tell you? Hmm, that my father was murdered by a man he trusted? That he was thrown in a pit of snakes, hmmm? Let me guess, she told you how long he suffered too?” He yelled, he was spitting in my face with every word, but I dared not to flinch.
“Magrethe just told me what Ivar had said,” I whispered trying not to anger him further. He shot me a glare and stood, quickly brushing past me to the petite kitchen with quick steps. I took a deep shaky breath and turned to follow him. He stood in the kitchen with his back to me, the discarded furs were draped over a chair and he had obviously knocked over a few of the many pots in the room. I stood in the doorway trying to find the words to say.
“Bjorn,” my voice barely audible.
“ WHAT!” he screamed throwing the tankard he held straight at me. I quickly moved out of its way. I felt hot tears run down my face as my body shook in fear.
“I better leave now,” I decided quickly. I rushed for the door grabbed my furs from the sitting room. I could hear his large strides behind me as I approached the door. Grasping the cold handle and yanking the door open, I almost made it out. His sturdy hand quickly slammed the door shut and his burly body trapped me face first against the door.
“(Y/N), “ Bjorn whispered against my neck.
“Yes,” I questioned back, my eyes stinging with fresh tears. His breath was heavy and hot against my skin.
“Stay,” he slumped his shoulders and backed up off of me letting me turn to face him, his hand never moved from the door. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding, salty tears continued to pour as I looked up at him.
“I am sorry,” he stated, the regret clear in his face.
“It is alright,” I managed to stammer out.
“No, it is not, I scared you all because I was upset,” he retorted.
“Bjorn, you’ve just lost your father, I should have been more understanding,” I cooed my hands wrapping around his broad shoulders. The tears came slower now, no longer in fear, but for Bjorn and his brothers. I pulled him closer into an embrace, he wrapped his arms around me tightly and buried his face into my neck.
“Please stay,” he murmured against my shoulder.
“I will always stay, Bjorn. I love you.” I tightened my hold on his shoulders.
“And I love you, (Y/N).”
(Feedback is always welcome! Request are open!)
One Pieceワンピース [Marineford Arc] : Shichibukai “Knight of the Sea” Jinbē vs Portgas D. “Fire Fist” Ace
“A boy like you might be an assassin…I cannot allow you to see him!! I may not be a member of the Whitebeard Pirates, but I owe them a debt. I will face you myself!”
From his first mention by Yosaku in Chapter 69 to his reveal at Impel Down in Chapter 528, for me, Jinbē has been one of the most hyped characters in One Piece! Every time he comes out he absorbs me into the story. I was really happy to find out he was a Whale Shark Fishman and I love the fact that he is respected by everyone anywhere he goes. I’m kinda sad his design changed once they revealed how he looked like back in Fisher Tiger’s Era cos it was sick af, but ofc, the current one is still pretty badass! I love Fishman Karate, it’s one of the dopest concepts Oda has created, Jinbē’s “Spear Wave” blew me out of the water. I was so angry when Akainu injured him like, “Boyyy, you lucky we ain’t in the ocean!!” haha I can’t wait for him to join the Straw Hat Crew; The First Son of the Sea!
OKAY I NEED TO RANT ABOUT GABRIEL BECAUSE EVERYONE JUST TALKS ABOUT HOW HILARIOUS HE IS AND YES OK HE IS HILARIOUS BUT ARE WE GOING TO IGNORE HOW FUCKING DAMAGED AND COMPLEX HIS CHARACTER IS? LIKE THIS BEAUTIFUL SOUL IS THE YOUNGEST OF THE ARCHANGELS AND WOULD HAVE LOOKED UP TO HIS OLDER BROTHERS FOR GUIDANCE. MICHAEL SAID HE RAISED LUCIFER SO WHAT’S TO SAY THAT HE, LUCIFER AND RAPHAEL DIDN’T RAISE GABRIEL? REMEMBER GABRIEL LEARNED ALL HIS TRICKS FROM LUCIFER.
OKAY BUT HE COULDN’T HAVE BEEN THAT OLD FOR ANGEL STANDARDS WHEN MICHAEL AND LUCIFER STARTED FIGHTING A LOT AND THAT SCARED ANS DISTRESSED HIM SO MUCH THAT HE FUCKING RAN AWAY FROM HIS OWN HOME WHERE HE BELONGED ALL BECAUSE HE COULDN’T WATCH HIS BROTHERS FIGHTING ANYMORE. LIKE IMAGINE HOW MUCH THAT WOULD HAVE TOOK OUT OF HIM!?
AND THEN HE BECAME THE TRICKSTER, HE LITERALLY LIVED A LIE FOR CENTURIES ALL BECAUSE HE COULDN’T BARE TO WATCH HIS BROTHERS KILL EACHOTHER. THEN WHEN HE EVENTUALLY DID GET CAUGHT OUT BY THE WINCHESTERS AND HE ACTUALLY TOLD THEM WHAT WAS GOING ON THE LOOK ON HIS FACE IS HEARTBREAKING. LIKE THIS WAS CLEARLY THE FIRST TIME HE HAD EVER SPOKE TO ANYONE ABOUT HIM LEAVING HEAVEN SINCE HE WAS UNDER WITNESS PROTECTION SO WOULD HAVE NO ONE TO TALK TO.
THEN IN HAMMER OF THE GODS HE SHOWS UP TO HELP THEM AND, BARE IN MIND HE HASN’T SEEN HIM FOR CENTURIES, LUCIFER SHOWS UP. YOU KNOW ON THE INSIDE ALL HE PROBABLY WANTED TO DO WAS JUST TALK NORMALLY TO LUCI BUT NO HE COULDN’T DO THAT BECAUSE HE WANTED TO PROTECT THE HUMANS. THEN LUCIFER KILLED HIM WHICH CLEARLY UPSET LUCI BUT, AS A BELIEVER GABRIEL IS ALIVE, CAN YOU FUCKING IMAGINE HOW HURT HE WOULD BE? HE DIDN’T WANT TO WATCH HIS OLDER BROTHERS KILL EACHOTHER AND THEN ONE OF THEM KILLED HIM. HE WAS OBVIOUSLY QUITE CLOSE WITH LUCIFER JUST BY THE WAY THEY WERE ACTING AROUND EACHOTHER. GABRIEL EXPLICITLY SAID HE STILL LOVED LUCIFER. IMAGINE HOW MUCH THAT WOULD HAVE TOOK OUT OF HIM.
I JUST HAVE SO MANY FUCKING FEELINGS ABOUT GABRIEL AND NO ONE EVER SEEMS TO TALK ABOUT HOW MESSED UP OUR BABY ARCHANGEL IS. SAVE GABRIEL 2K15
I somehow have a feeling
of being senselessly drawn, wandering senselessly through a senselessly
obscene, absurd world.” - Virginia Woolf
The illusion of being trapped in his own skin leads the first house Saturn person into a dark tomb with himself acting as the cruel prison guard. The individual may feel as if his own individuality and unique expression is wrapped in a tangle hold and only amounts in shame. He prefers to take life seriously, and holds intrinsic fears about being disliked, embarrassed, or uncomfortable in social situations. He routinely second guesses the golden threads of his own talents and never quite feels good enough to shine like the diamond he is. The individual is however, quite well received socially, and appreciated for his dry and satirical humor, tremendous words of advice, and ability to inspire others to reach their dreams. When he smiles, the years drip away, and a fabulous, glow crosses his face like a beaming light. His smile is his most unforgettable feature.
The first house Saturn person may be anxious before entering new environments and prefer to approach the day with a cohesive plan and strategy. It is hard for him to openly trust others, and he is extremely reticent about letting other people in and revealing too much about himself. He places an awful load of responsibility on his shoulders beginning in childhood, where he felt duty bound and unable to enjoy the peaches of youth. The individual is highly dependable, and retains his independence and tremendous resilience even in the darkest of moments. Saturn is the closest occult sign, so with the wise wizard placed in the house of the self, the individual tends to possess an anointed interest and expertise in spiritual matters, sacred symbolism, and divine intention. He enjoys copious time in solitude and needs regular patterns of escape from the world. Even though he feels self contemptuous, he has an unconscious ability to bring out the best in others, and people sincerely want to impress him. His maternal and paternal instincts are second to none, and he feels very protective of other people.
The individual with a first house Saturn is a diligent worker, concerned with self image, and pours enormous energies into garnering his success and working tirelessly. The harsh lessons of life revealed themselves at a young age, and as a result, he feels decades older than his time. The individual may feel disconnected from his own body, as if he is on the outside staring in, like his bones don’t move as quickly as his mind. Vicious insecurities, the fear of rejection, criticism and
disappointment are internal daggers that cultivate his arduous inner life, so he becomes extremely driven to develop self sufficiency and independence. But in doing this he only strengthens the walls that he builds around himself that stop other people entering. The many barriers Saturn throws in his pathway cultivate the
jewels of success, recognition and the development of a rich inner
life, unfathomable and impossible to articulate in language. Saturn in the First House is associated with the culmination of the purist worldly wisdom.
A/N: Part 4! Ah, he’s just so freaking sweet. (Side note: Guess who’s going to see Ed Sheeran live?! I’m dying slightly, it’s going to be the best night of my entire life.) You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’ and ‘Little Ways Away’ - Masterlist; ‘She Said Yes: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3’)
Ava snuck Chris into your shared apartment- as planned- when he arrived at 7:21AM on a Friday morning, just in time for your twentieth birthday. He had a bouquet of red roses, two envelopes, and a little gift bag from Thomas Sabo with him, as he quietly made his way down the hall and into your room. He smiled when he saw you sleeping peacefully. For the first time, you looked like you didn’t have a care in the world, and you didn’t because it was summer holidays and you had the day off. Chris knew about the rule you’d developed over years of working on your birthday and having your day ruined by rude customers; you would always ask for a day off on your birthday if you could afford it. And you could afford it, especially now that Chris was your overbearing fiancé who no longer took no for an answer when he wanted to financially support you. You were only still working because- one, you wanted to still have some independence, and two, your mom told him she wanted you to have a part time job- even if you only worked thrice a week- just to remain grounded. Who was Chris to argue with his future mother-in-law?
Your birthday plans had been to: sleep till nine, have brunch at your favorite bistro then shop till you dropped with your best friend, eat ice-cream cake over FaceTime with Chris, then head back to your family home to have a home cooked birthday dinner with your parents and older brother. Had been, because Chris had changed it without your knowledge. In fact, everyone except you knew what your new plans consisted of; everyone loved it, and they were sure you would too.
Chris chuckled softly as he lowered items he had in his hand on your desk beside your MacBook, where he’d FaceTime you last night while he was packing his bags getting ready to surprise you. It was only fair, you’d spent a weekend with him on his birthday- belated, but it still counted, so obviously he couldn’t let you spend your birthday without him. That and- he would’ve given any excuse to come see you even though the last time you were together wasn’t that long ago; Independence Day with his family at their holiday cabin. What could he say, other than he missed his beloved fiancée? If he could have you with him every day of every second, he would. You’d both probably get annoyed by the lack of space if that actually happened, but it was the thought that counts, and that thought was incredibly sweet and romantic.
Chris carefully crawled his way into your bed as he didn’t want to startle you, he wanted you to wake peacefully knowing it was him and not a murderer. He shuffled himself closer to you and did what he always did when he wanted you to roll over and enfold yourself into his arms. You must’ve forgotten your fiancé was actually still away from you and acted subconsciously because you did as he’d orchestrated, snuggling close to him with your arm draped over his stomach. He smiled and kissed the top of your head, holding you close to him. He took a moment to appreciate the bliss coming from the simplicity of the situation before he whispered, in a sing song voice, “good morning, sunshine.”
You stirred, and for a second, you forgot it was only August and that Chris was still meant to be away filming. You also forgot it was your birthday because all you could think about was Chris’ comforting and loving arms around you. You smiled as your eyes fluttered open, you tipped your head and kissed his jawline, “good morning.” It wasn’t until he was leaning in to give you a quick peck on your lips that you remembered what day it was. “Holy crap!” You pushed yourself away from him and fell out of your bed before he could catch your wrist and pull you back in.
“Shit, Y/N,” Chris cussed as he leaned over the edge to look at you, laughing when you did; you rubbed your elbow then the back of your head which you may have clipped on the corner of your bedside table. “Are you okay, baby?” He chuckled, resting his chin on the top of his hands which were placed one above the other. “I tried hard not to scare you, but clearly I needed to try harder.”
“Just a little bit,” you chuckled as you got to your feet. Chris moved back to his original position when you climbed back into bed, resting your head against his chest as his arm wrapped around you. “It is so good to see you,” you hugged him tightly and he chuckled, rubbing your back. “I thought you said you couldn’t come because of filming.”
“It’s called a lie, sweetheart,” he chuckled into your hair as he planted another kiss on the top of your head. “Of course I was coming,” he told you as you pulled away and sat up, turning to face him. “How can I not? You’re my fiancée and it’s your birthday, not even hellfire would’ve kept me away from seeing you.”
“I’d kiss you, but I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.”
“I don’t care, so c'mere.” He grabbed your wrist and tugged you towards him, but you pressed your hand over your mouth just as he leaned forward with closed eyes. His lips landed on the back of your hand instead, and he chuckled. “Seriously?” He quizzed with a raised brow. “Aren’t we past that by now?”
“You are, but I am not and I never will be.” You pulled your wrist out of his grip and hopped out of bed. “Just give me a second, I’ll be back with minty fresh breath and then we can make out like a couple of teenagers.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Which-” you glanced back at him with your hand on your doorknob, “I am no longer ‘cause I’m twenty today.” You grinned, which made his smile reach his eyes.
“Yes, you’re right,” he nodded. “Happy birthday, baby.”
“Thanks,” you chimed then opened the door. “I’ll be right back.”
Chris got off your bed as you disappeared to the bathroom, walking back over to his gifts so he could give them to you as soon as you returned. He smiled because he believed he nailed it this time, though he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to top it the years after. He sat down on the edge of your bed, facing the door as he fiddled with the envelopes. Which one was he to give you first? Perhaps the smaller notion, that way you’d have a bigger high to end on. He pressed his nose into the roses and chuckled because he loved how traditional you were. Other girls thought roses were overrated clichés, but not you- you could get a rose everyday and still swoon at the sight of another tomorrow. One of the many, many things he loved about you.
The door opened moments later and you returned, flashing your perfect teeth at him. He smiled and got to his feet, passing you the bouquet of roses first. Your face lit up as you took it from him, pressing your whole face into the bouquet which made him laugh. He then passed you the little bag from Thomas Sabo and you lowered the bouquet to unveil the charm he’d gotten you to add to the bracelet you’ve had since you were sixteen. He’d designed it himself and sent it into the company, begging them to help him make it for you. It was a globe that had ‘you are my world now’ engraved across the axis and your heart melted. How had you never thought of something so sweet to write about before? Real life Chris was definitely kicking Fan fic Chris in the butt.
“Chris,” you squealed his name as you held the charm up to get a closer look. “This is so sweet!” He laughed as he took the charm from you, and your wrist to help you clip it on. You didn’t usually wear your bracelet to sleep, but you’d forgotten to take it off last night. “Oh my God,” the words barely escaped your tightly gritted teeth, “I love you so much.” He laughed as you cupped his face in your hands, kissing his cheek in a playfully aggressive manner.
“Yeah, wait till you see these other gifts,” he grinned and held out the first envelope.
“Did you write me another story?” You asked as you started to carefully rip open the paper seal.
“No,” he chuckled with a shake of his head. “I think I’ll leave the writing to your brilliant mind.” You chuckled, rolling your eyes; he knew very well how brilliant he was too. “It’s got nothing to do with your talent and future career, it’s got more to do with my career.” You felt your jaw drop as you pulled out two plane tickets to Salt Lake City, as well as two VIP passes to the Comic-Con there. You were so distracted by the Comic-Con passes that you didn’t notice that one of the plane tickets was from Boston to Salt Lake City, and not Los Angeles. “I’m schedule to speak at a panel in September, so I thought you’d like to join me. I checked your class schedules! It’s during the beginning of your fall quarter and you don’t have any classes, so you can go without worrying about school.”
“You are nailing it,” you chuckled, giving his hand a quick squeeze before you returned your touch to the tickets. “Wait-” your eyes narrowed when you realized there were two tickets and two passes. “Why are there two? Aren’t you just going to fly from wherever you’re filming in September? I didn’t even think you’d need a pass considering you’re a panelist.”
“The second set is for Ava,” he told you with a chuckle and you felt your lips part with a gasp of realization. “I don’t know if she’ll be able to make it, but I think it’s nice to let her have the option of going. I know it’s not San Diego’s Comic-Con, but the two of you have always talked about attending one so…” He trailed off, smiling.
“You really need to stop making her fall deeper in-love with you, 'cause one day she’s going to kill me and steal you.” You joked then laughed when he did, pulling you into his chest for a tight hug.
“It’s going to be hard for her to kill you when your fiancé is Captain America,” he chuckled and you laughed harder. “And it’s also hard to steal someone that can’t be stolen.” You looked up as he dipped his head, kissing you. You smiled against the kiss, and he did too before breaking away. “And she doesn’t have me to thank, I only paid for the air ticket. Seb got her the pass, as panelist we only get one extra. Mine was for you, and Seb offered his to Ava considering…” He trailed off with pursed lips but you knew what he was talking about.
“How’s he doing with the breakup?” You asked. “He hasn’t said much about it, has he?” Chris shook his head and you sighed, feeling bad for Sebastian. “Was it bad?” You quizzed, wincing. “I know it’s been months, but they were together for quite a long time.”
“It was amicable, they’re still friends.” Chris told you and you nodded in acknowledgement. “But it’s still a breakup, y'know?” You nodded again. “Jenny and I had an amicable one, we’re still friends but- it definitely stung when it ended. So I don’t know, I think he just needs time. And-” he smiled at you, poking you in the cheek, “the perfect girl to fall in-love with.”
“You’re going to give me diabetes with all this sugar you’re showering me in,” you giggled and he chuckled, kissing your forehead before he released you to give you your last gift; the second envelope. “Another one?” You chuckled, taking it from him. “Chris, you do realize I’ve got more birthdays. I’m not dying tomorrow, so you can save some of these amazing gifts for next year.”
“Well- I would save this for next year, but it’s kind of time constricted.” You raised a brow, and he chuckled. “No, it’s not another convention. I think you’ll be bored attending all those events with me, it’s fairly repetitive.”
“I think we’ve established that I’ll never be bored with you,” you told him with a smile and he winked. You opened the envelope and immediately caught sight of a familiar blue color. You swore your heart stopped and you held your breath as you looked up with wide eyes to meet Chris’ gaze. He bit back his smile, wiggling his brows. “No,” you breathed.
“Yes,” he whispered, nodding.
“Ed Sheeran?!” You screamed as you pulled the tickets from the envelope; you screamed so loudly that Ava heard you from the other room and laughed. “Ed Sheeran, Chris? Ed Sheeran?” You asked in disbelief, making Chris laugh and nod. “Oh my God!” You screamed, jumping up and down. He smiled because he was very proud of himself to have given you something that drew that reaction from you; he reacted the same way when The Patriots won the Super Bowl. “Ed Sheeran, Ed Sheeran!” You cheered, throwing your arms around him as you continued to jump up and down.
You were a huge fan of Ed Sheeran, and even in saying that- it seemed like an understatement. You loved his music to the point where you owned every album of his- both digital and vinyl. To you, his music was inspiring; you used often used his songs as prompts to write. He was one of the few artists that had albums you could listen to without feeling the need to skip over any songs, and to be able to listen to him live- it was the absolute dream. You had a bucket list and attending an Ed Sheeran concert was on it, you just didn’t think it’d be that soon.
You’d tried to get tickets when he announced his 'Divide’ world tour. You’d personally saved a sum and was going to treat yourself to the concert of your dreams. You’d tried and you’d failed despite how much time you invested in the purchasing of the tickets, spending a whole day by your MacBook, iPad, and iPhone. You refreshed it so many times, you swore you were going to break the internet. Finally when the tickets came on sale, you saw that they were out of your price range; your heart broke and you turned off all your devices.
By the time Chris had heard about it and offered you his credit card number, the tickets had sold out. Sure, there were other venues in other states that you could fly to and attend. But you didn’t want to spend unnecessary money, especially when it wasn’t your money you were spending. You may have agreed to let Chris take care of you, but that didn’t mean you didn’t feel bad when he whipped out his credit card for you. So what if he could afford it? You needed to make your own way in the world, that was how your parents raised you. Your mom always said, “be rich, don’t marry rich.” But hey, this was different. This was him getting you an amazing and thoughtful birthday present, so you could accept it without guilt. Well- without a ton of guilt.
“Yes, Ed Sheeran,” he chuckled, hugging you back so you’d stop jumping. You drew back slightly and cupped his face in your hands, smiling with tears of joy in the corner of your eyes. “We’re going to his Boston show. You’ll meet me there, we’ll attend the concert, then fly to Salt Lake City together.” You raised a brow then quickly diverted your attention back to the Salt Lake City plane tickets, one was indeed from Boston. “I was a little worried you’d notice that,” he admitted with a soft chuckle.
“It wouldn’t have spoiled the surprise,” you smiled and he smiled back. “You are honestly the best fiancé a girl could ask for.” You hugged him again, and his smile widened as he hugged you back. “And I’m retiring Fan fic Chris, by the way,” you joked because you weren’t. “Real life Chris is a thousand times better.”