honestly this gif took so long to do and i still hate it so i give up

Imagine Chris rushing you to the hospital.

A/N: This is a request from @stevcsass 😊 Hope you like it. X

The emergency room environment was starting to give Chris a headache, everything and everyone simply plucked at his nerves. The pale blue walls, so dull it stung his eyes. The receptionist typing away at her keyboard and the relentless ringing of the phones. The wailing of the ambulances that seeped through every time the automatic glass doors slid open. The uncomfortable chairs, the ticking of the ginormous clock on the wall behind him, the tap tap tapping of pens on the plastic clipboards. The worst was the frantic loved ones; their crying and their pacing poked at his anxiety that was already on the brim. When was someone going to tell him something? It’d been two hours since he brought you into the emergency room and still, nothing. He didn’t understand why it was taking so long. He felt like he should’ve heard something by now, or at least been allowed to see you. Was it really that serious? Was something going to happen to the baby inside your belly? He felt like he was going to spew.

“I’m sorry, is my wife okay?” He approached the reception for the sixth time in two hours; she sighed when she looked up. “I know you don’t know anything, but can you please find me someone who does. She is pregnant, okay? She is carrying our first child, our baby girl.” He felt his eyes well with tears when he said that. “She can’t lose her, she’ll never recover from it. And I…” He swallowed then mumbled to himself, “I don’t think I will either.”

“Okay, Mr. Evans.” She picked up the phone and dialed for Dr. Dan Carlton, the physician that took you in as his patient. “I’m going to make some calls.” Chris let out a breath of relief, managing a smile for the first time that night. “Have a seat and I’ll let you know what I find out.” He ran his hands over his beard, then rubbed his hands together like it was going to somehow rid him of his angst. “Hey, your wife is not the first pregnant lady to come in after a fall. Their bellies are meant to withstand some pretty tough circumstances in order to protect their babies. So relax, both your girls are going to be fine.”

“Thank you,” he nodded at her; his gratefulness was at a whole new level. “I’m going to-” he threw his thumb over his shoulder and earned a nod from the receptionist. He took slow breaths, trying to calm himself as he walked back over to his chair. He chewed on his thumb nail, anxiously shaking his leg. His gaze darted between the floor, the receptionist, and the doors you disappeared behind earlier. How much longer? When was he going to get to see you again?

“Mr. Evans,” the receptionist called as she hung up the phone. Chris looked up at her, his breath caught in his throat and his eyes wide with worry and wonder. “Your wife is out,” she told him and directed his gaze with a point of her finger.

“Oh my God,” he jumped to his feet and rushed over to you when he saw Dr. Carlton wheeling you out in a wheelchair. “Sweetheart, hey.” He dropped to his knees in front of you, taking your cold hands in his. “Are you okay?” He didn’t give you a chance to answer before asking Dr. Carlton the same question. “Is she okay?”

“She’s fine, they’re both fine.” Dr. Carlton assured him with a smile and he let out a hard sigh; relief flooded his body, and yours upon hearing that again. You’d fainted while trying your hand at gardening; you dropped and hit your head on the concrete. Thankfully Dodger was with you and Chris was home. “Maybe less gardening and more rest, okay?” You and Chris both nodded. “She doesn’t have a concussion, but keep an eye on her anyway.”

“Thank you,” Chris nodded, earning a nod back as Dr. Carlton returned the way he came. “God,” he brought your hands to his lips, peppering kisses on your knuckles. “You scared the crap out of me, Y/N. You know what, no more gardening. As much as I love your want to be more outdoorsy, I’d rather you stick to your nature hating ways.” You chuckled and he managed a small smile. “I was so scared,” he admitted, squeezing your hands.

“Captain America has no fear.”

“Well-” he chuckled with limited humor, “when his wife is involved, he has a ton of fear.” You leaned forward and kissed the top of his head when he rested his forehead on your lap. “Can you please take it easy so we don’t have to go through this ever again?” He asked when he looked back up at you. “‘Cause I can’t, I really can’t. I thought I was going to go insane out here.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” You pulled one hand from his to caress his face. “I kept asking them to tell you I was fine, I even asked if you could come to the back but- it was so busy and they didn’t have space for everything. All the equipment was being used and all the doctors were running around, trying to check on all the patients and that’s why it took so long. Honestly, baby. I’m fine, the baby’s fine. They just cleaned my scrapes and did an ultrasound, just in case. Everything’s okay,” you assured him and he nodded, releasing another sigh of relief. “Can we go home now? This hospital scene is-”

“Driving you insane?”

“Yeah,” you chuckled.

“Me too,” he rose to his feet, moving behind your chair to wheel you to the exit. “I’m really glad you’re okay,” he leaned over and whispered into your hair. You smiled, looking up at him to meet his lips for a quick peck. “And if you really want roses in our backyard that badly, I can hire a gardener. I told you I would, I don’t know why you wanted to do it yourself. You realize you were only acting in that film, right? You don’t actually possess a green thumb.”

“That’s what Mackie said and I wanted to prove him wrong.”

“You did this to prove a point to Mackie?” He scoffed when you nodded sheepishly. “Okay,” he chuckled with a shake of his head. “Please remind me to kill him when he and Sheletta come to dinner next week.”

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Patching Things Up

Summary: Fighting with Peter is never fun, but when you take it a bit too far things get a little dicey. You end up having to try to fix your relationship (and a pretty beat up Peter) and find yourself discovering a little more about him than you expected

Warnings: Blood is mentioned but it’s nothing too bad :)

Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker

Genre: Angst + Fluff

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: WOAH my other writing thing got a bunch of notes for no reason omg I hope to keep posting and eventfully make a masterlist?? but yeah enjoy!


Peter was your close friend and you’d do absolutely anything for him, but man did he piss you off sometimes. You both were generally very easygoing and sweet people, but sometimes your opinions and viewpoints clashed dramatically. You argued about things ranging from what toppings to order on your pizza to who was the worst at math. Almost every argument you had was over silly stuff and you two made up instantly when you were finished. There was one exception though.

Spiderman. When you first found out about Peter’s secret you were stoked. It was an accident, of course. Ned let it slip one day when the two of you were talking and, against his wishes, you confronted Peter about it.

“I can’t believe you never told me!” you gushed excitedly. “There’s so many things I want to ask. Can you talk to actual spiders? Do webs come out of your butt? Spiders use poison to make their food mushy so they can eat it, is that what you do? I’ve never noticed.”

“How did you… Ned, are you serious?” Peter asked, his voice strained. “Y/N you weren’t supposed to find out. You have to swear not to tell anyone.”

“Your secret’s safe with me,” you said with a wink. “It’s not like anyone would believe me anyway, but I’ll keep it to myself.”

“What, you don’t think Peter Parker can take on massive villains with crazy weapons and stuff?” he asked, looking mildly offended.

“Honestly? Not really,” you admitted. “No offense Pete, you’re just not that threatening or tough.” His eyes flashed and you knew this was going to be the beginning of something.

“Well that sucks because I don’t see you risking your life every single night fighting bad guys ten times your size,” he said angrily. “I get beat up really badly all the time but you should see the other guy. I like to think I’m somewhat good at what I do.” You stared at him for a second, your mind processing what he just said.

“Peter you have to stop,” you said suddenly. He paused, clearly taken aback.

“Y-you want me to stop? Stop being Spiderman?”

“Yes,” you hesitated. “It’s so dangerous, what would I do if something bad happened to you? God, I can’t believe this. What if you’d gotten killed? Please, you have to stop.” He took a step away from you, looking hurt.

“Y/N I have to do this,” he said. “If I don’t then so many more people are in danger. Don’t you get it? I can save people! I’ve already saved people. Isn’t that more important than whether or not I get some bruises once in a while? It’s so selfish of you to even say that!” His voice raised as he went, his emotions running wild. For as long as you’d known Peter he had never raised his voice like that at you. You could feel your heart pumping faster as you glared at him.

“If you keep being Spiderman we can’t be friends.” As soon as you said it you regretted it. The look on his face was like a punch to the gut. You hadn’t been friends for very long but you were still extremely close and you knew life without Peter would totally suck. It wasn’t an empty threat though. His safety was really important to you and you hated the idea of him setting off every night to go get knocked around.

“I won’t,” he said in a low voice. You blinked, feeling tears prick the corners of your eyes.

“Then I guess we’re not friends anymore.”

“I guess not.” He didn’t look away, his gaze defiant and strong. You suddenly understood where Spiderman’s bravery came from. You readjusted the backpack on your shoulder and turned away, walking away from him.

It has been a few weeks since the fight had gone down and neither of you had spoken since. You were ashamed of your behavior but were too stubborn to go back on your word. It wasn’t really fair of you to ask him to give it up entirely but he had to understand the gravity of the situation. You checked the news obsessively every night to see if there was any information about Spiderman. You followed update accounts on twitter and even downloaded news apps with live coverage just in case. Every time Peter missed a day at school you were filled with anxiety and fear that he wouldn’t ever come back. You used Ned as a resource to find out how Peter was doing. Ned, caught in the middle, would always desperately ask you to talk to him again. He claimed that Peter had gotten really closed off and irritable and was ignoring just about everyone. It hurt you, but you were determined to prove a point.

One night when you were about to hop in the shower after a particularly long day your phone started going off like crazy. All kinds of notifications were popping up about a huge scale accident by Coney Island that involved one of the Avenger’s planes. Spiderman had been seen there, and from the looks of it he must have gotten pretty badly injured. Panic seized your body as you thought of Peter lying helplessly in the wreckage. You tried to shake it off. He was probably fine, this was his decision anyway. You decided to ignore it for the time being and just shower.

You were in the middle of drying yourself off when you heard the doorbell ring. You froze, your imagination spewing out worst case scenarios. You were home alone and there was a very slim chance it was your parents. What if it was a murderer? It would totally suck to be killed naked. The doorbell rang again a second and third time though and at that point your curiosity got the best of you. Your pulled your towel tightly around you and went to check the front door. You looked through the peep hole and saw a familiar face.

Peter. You swung the door open and almost passed out at the sight before you. He looked as if he had been in a gang fight or something. His entire face was cut and scratched with dark purple spots around his eyes. His lip was bleeding as well as a spot on his cheek. He was wearing a hoodie but he hadn’t bothered to put different pants over the suit, and you could see it had been ripped a few times.

“Holy shit!” you exclaimed. “Peter, what happened? Never mind, tell me later. My god, sit down.” Your mind was reeling as you desperately tried to think of how to fix his wounds. Peter cleared his throat, disrupting your thoughts.

“Not to be creepy but can you put on clothes first? I’m hurt but I’m not dying and it’s kinda awkward…” His voice came out raspy but still carried the joking tone. Heat rushed to your face and you nodded, running back to your bathroom to quickly get your pajamas on. When you came back Peter was laying on the couch, his eyes closed. You sat down next to him gingerly and he looked up at you.

“Y/N… I’m sorry,” he said, his voice cracking. He sounded exhausted and defeated. “Y-you were right. Putting myself in harm’s way is stupid and I can’t always handle things on my own. I can’t do anything on my own, actually. I need you to talk to me again, I’m slowly going insane. I missed you so much and it was so much worse than any pain I’ve ever gone through in my whole life.” You swallowed hard, holding back tears. He looked so incredibly vulnerable and it broke your heart that what you had done upset him so much.

“Peter, listen…” you started but he cut you off.

“I-If you want I’ll even give up on Spiderman.” You paused for a second. He was really willing to give up such an important part of his life just to get you to talk to him again. You realized that being a hero was just who he was, and his selflessness made you feel really proud.

“I don’t want you to,” you said gently. “We need someone like you out there protecting us. I’m sorry I made you feel bad, I guess I’m not as good of a person as you are. I’m still gonna be upset when you get hurt like this but if it’s what you want to do then I shouldn’t be the one to stop you.” He grinned and his smile even reached his tired eyes. You missed seeing that smile and it lifted your spirits.

“I can deal with you being grumpy sometimes, it’s better than nothing. I had to listen to Ned talk about computer programming for like an hour yesterday and nobody came to my rescue. Maybe that can be your superpower?”

“Maybe,” you chuckled. “Now, do you want ice or something? You look terrible. Not that you don’t always look terrible, Parker.” He laughed, cringing at the pain shooting up his side. You looked at him nervously, unsure of how to help him.

“Ice sounds great actually,” he said. You nodded and rushed to the freezer to find an ice pack. You wrapped it in a thin towel so that it wouldn’t be super cold and brought it back to him. His face was drained of all color and there were beads of sweat all across his forehead.

“Pete, I think you might have a concussion,” you said as you eyed the bump on his head. “Your pupils are all dilated and you’re turning black and blue.”

“I’m fine,” he declared as he sat up, the look in his eyes showing he immediately regretted his decision. “Actually do you… I need to go throw up.” You helped him up and guided him to the bathroom. He insisted that he was good on his own and you waited anxiously outside the door, listening to him coughing and retching. You were a wreck. Your nursing skills were slim to none and you were basically useless in this situation. You did, however, have a driver’s license and you decided that you needed to take Peter to the hospital.

“Ok, I’m fine now,” he said as he emerged. He looked ghostly pale and generally ragged.

“Yeah, no,” you said. “I’m taking you to a doctor. I’ll call your aunt and let her know what’s going on, let’s go.”

“Y/N I don’t need a doctor,” he argued. “I feel great! I just want to stay here… Can I crash with you? Will your parents be mad?” You considered it for a moment. Your parents wouldn’t care, they’d known Peter for a while and trusted you enough to have him over. The thought of not having his head checked out made you a little nervous but when you looked at his pleading face you couldn’t say no.

“Fine, but you have to stay close to me in case something happens. I’ll find you a garbage can or something if you feel like you’re going to be sick again. Do you want a change of clothes? I have some of your shirts that you’ve left here.”

“That would be fantastic,” he said weakly. “I’m really sorry, this is all my fault.” He apologized about seven times in a row as you went to grab him a t-shirt.

“Peter, you know I love it when I’m right but if you could please shut up for like a minute that would be great.” You handed him the shirt and he just stared up at you. You raised your eyebrows and he smiled awkwardly.

“I’m wearing the suit under this and I don’t have other pants,” he told you. You rolled your eyes and he laughed despite the pain.

“You have boxers right? I’m not in middle school, I can handle it. Besides, it can’t be any more embarrassing than the skin-tight suit.”

“What’s wrong with the suit?” he asked defensively. You shook your head, not ready to start another argument with him. He carefully pulled off the hoodie and you gasped. There was blood all over the front of the suit that had been hidden from your sight by the sweatshirt.

“I’m good!” he exclaimed, trying to remind you. He pushed the button on the front of his suit and it fell down in a heap on the floor. You got a good look at his chest which was a lot more muscular than you would have thought. There was a big gash going down from his rib cage to his lower stomach that thankfully seemed to have stopped bleeding.

“Hey,” he said. “My eyes are up here.” You felt your face flush and he giggled.

“Oh shut up,” you laughed. “Since when do you have abs? I thought you were a nerd?”

“W-what? Oh uh I guess I just got fit from… fighting crime and stuff,” he stammered. He yanked the shirt over his head, all the carefulness from earlier abandoned. The two of you usually didn’t flirt or feel any weird tension, but suddenly the air felt stifling. He gazed over at you, clearly feeling the awkward mood settling as well.

“Hey, you know maybe I should go and…” you started to say, trailing off as Peter stepped closer to you cautiously. Your heart was beating so loud you were sure that he could hear it too. He looked as nervous as you felt, but the distance between you was closing rapidly. Soon enough he was right in front of you, his eyes fixed on your mouth. You knew what was going on, you just wouldn’t have ever guessed Peter would initiate it like this. His lips dangerously close to yours, he paused.

“Is this ok?” he murmured. You nodded slowly and he went for it. There was the faint taste of copper from the blood on his bottom lip, but that didn’t bother you. You pulled away first, your mind racing. What did this mean for you? Were you friends still or something else?

“Peter, I-” you said softly, but he beat you to it.

“I-I don’t know why I did that,” he said. “I just… I was thinking about what would happen if we weren’t friends and it messed me up inside, you know? After the first day of you ignoring me I knew that I liked you, like a lot. I don’t know if you feel the same way, I shouldn’t have made it weird…”

“I do feel the same way,” you said, surprising even yourself. “Let’s not fight like that again. You’re way too important to me.” You pulled his arm gently and the two of you sat down on the couch together. You were quiet for a moment before you looked over at him.

“Does this mean I’m dating a superhero?” you whispered.

“If you’re cool with it, yeah.”

“Once you feel better will take me on a date and show me how the web thing works?” He rested his head on your shoulder and thought for a moment.

“I think I might feel better tomorrow evening, maybe around 7?”

“You know where to find me, Spiderman.”

Imagine – Dean winning you back after a break up.

Word Count – 1684

Pairing – Dean x Reader, some Dean x Sam

Triggers – Some Dean and Sam angst, but that’s it?


-A few weeks before-

“I can’t do this anymore.” Dean said with a strong tone, not looking you in the eyes. “What are you talking about?’ You said looking up from your book. Dean sat at the end of your bed, still not looking you in the eyes. “I mean us, y/n.” Your heart broke. You and Dean have been together for years and planned for more years to come.  

“But we’ve been together for so long Dean…Why now?…” “Cause I don’t love you anymore.” Those few words, the biggest lie Dean has ever told. His heart clenched and he felt like he was going to throw up. “Funny Dean, I know you and Sam are pranking me, you got me.” You laughed, but he didn’t. After a quiet “oh” and a few minutes of silence you packed your bags and left. “You might not love me, but I’ll always love you.”


You’ve had a hard few weeks since that night. Between going to motel after motel, hunt after hunt, and tears after tears it’s been rough, especially since it’s been awhile since you’ve been alone. Dean’s been having it hard too, Sam and Cas too since they got so attached to you but Dean felt it the worst. He missed holding you in his arms at night, smelling your morning coffee every morning, hearing your cute little snores when you were sick, hearing your laugh echo in the halls and smiling to himself, and most of all he missed you being his, and him being yours. Sam has tried talking to him about it, even Cas has too but Dean didn’t want to talk, he didn’t want to rant, vent, he wanted things to go back to normal but he screwed it up.

It was a late, Tuesday night. Dean was laying on the couch looking at a picture he took of you in the impala, sleeping with your head in his lap. He’s kept that photo in his pocket ever since. He’s kept it in his pocket during hunts and while he’s away and you’re at the bunker. When some hunts would go bad, and he think he was dying he would always look at the picture for as long as he can, cause he always wanted his last view to be you.

Sam looked over at Dean, tears filling his older brothers eyes as he looked at the picture in his hands. Sam pulled out his phone, dialed your number and waited for you to pick up. “Hey Sam” You said through the phone, not getting an answer back. Sam turned the sound down on his phone so Dean couldn’t hear, and placed it on the table that was in front where Dean was.

“You’re pathetically in love, Dean” Sam said loud enough for you to hear on the other line. You sat in and listened, wondering why Sam called. Maybe he butt dialed you? You were about to hang up till you heard Dean’s broken and tired voice.

“I don’t want to talk about it Sam.” “You never want to talk about it! You never want to talk, Dean. Don’t you know it’s good to talk about your feelings?! Maybe I can help!” Sam raised his voice, making you jump. “Nobody can fucking help me. I let her go, Sam! Fine you want to talk, lets talk! I broke up with her, I told her I didn’t love her anymore even though it was a fuckin’ lie and you want to know why I did it? Cause I’m poison, Sam. People get close to me and they die, or worse! I already lost you before, I’ve lost Cas before, Kevin, Mom, Dad, Charlie, Bobby…I can’t add her to that list too. If I did…I wouldn’t be able to live with it, I think I’d kill myself Sam… I think I would honestly kill myself if she got killed, especially cause of me. I just want her to live a long, happy life you know? I want her to have that apple pie, white picket fence life. Have cute little babies, have (your favorite animal) running around the house cause god knows she’s going to have like 20.” Dean chuckled, making Sam chuckle too. “I just want her to be safe, and I can’t do that. I’m a ticking bomb. I wish I could help her, hold her and call her mine again but I’ll put her happiness before mine, like I always have.”

By now Dean was in tears, as were you. You held the phone close up to you while it was on speaker and held it so tight, while crying against it. “God damnit Dean Winchester.” You chuckled to yourself, wiping your tears away. “I’m going to go get some air.” Dean said quietly, walking past Sam without a look. Sam sighed and hung up the phone, then went to go do some more research hopping you were coming, at least soon.


Dean sat outside on the stone steps in the rain covered in tears, thinking of everything. He folded his hands and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. “God, or whoever is listening. I know I’m not much on this pray mojo but, I don’t know. I want things to get better. I want Sammy to have a great life, I want y/n to have a great life and I want Cas to have a great life. I want my girl back, but I’m so scared.. I’m terrified. She means the absolute world to me, even though she hates my guts right now please let fait find a way to make us work, I’ll do anything. And please keep her safe.”

Before Dean could say anything else he felt a hand on his shoulder, a feeling he was used to feeling but haven’t felt in forever. He looked up and couldn’t believe his eyes, you. “I heard everything.” You said with a smile, leaving Dean confused. “How?” You pulled out your phone and showed him the recent call from Sam, he shook his head and chuckled to himself. “God that kids smart.” He stood up and cupped your face with his big hands, leaning down and kissing you as hard as he could. He kissed you as if it was the last time, while you did the same back.

“We’re going to get sick out here in the rain, Dean.” You mumbled against his lips. “I don’t care, I needed to kiss you again, and again, and again.” After a few minutes of kissing and smiling you both needed to catch some air. Dean took your hand and sat back down on the stairs, wrapping you in his jacket. You smiled at the smell of his cologne, a smell you’ve been missing for weeks.

“You are so stupid Dean Winchester.” You shook your head. “This hunting life? It sucks, it sucks a lot. Death, fighting with what people have nightmares about every day, no sleep, and the fear of losing someone you love everyday wither it be your lover, or family. It’s especially stupid to leave someone you love.” Dean frowned, kicking some stones with his boots till you put your hand on top of his. “But it’s okay, we all make mistakes and have our moments. But Dean, we can’t run from death. We face death every day and there is no stopping it. I’m going to die one day, and when that day comes promise me you will not blame yourself cause you have given me the best life a girl could ask for. You brought me into your home, and I am so thankful for you and Sammy every day. So if I ever do die, today, tomorrow, two years, four, just promise me you won’t be hard on yourself. You already are enough, don’t make it worse.” Dean wiped away the few tears dripping down your cheeks and hugged you softly.

“You make this hard life worth living.” Dean said with a soft tone, rubbing your back. “I’m so glad you’re back, I love you so much, sweetheart. I really do and I’m so sorry for everything.” You pulled away and looked Dean in the eyes. “Hey it’s okay I’m happy now, I really am.” Dean nodded and gave you a smirk.

“I think it’s time to go inside, Sammy’s gonna think I ran away.” Dean laughed, picking you up bridal style and kissing your cheek. He pushed open the bunker door and walked down the stairs, seeing Sam sleeping on the couch. “I think we should surprise him” You whispered in Dean’s ear, he looked at you with a smile and nod, letting you down.

You walked over to Sam’s sleeping body and poked his face playfully. After a few minutes of poking and Dean’s quiet chuckling Sam’s eyes finally started to open, when he noticed who it was they shot open wide in surprise. “y/n! you’re back!” He yelled happily, brining you into a tight hug. “Ah, you never get tired of those big moose hugs.” You all three laughed and Sam kissed the top of your head in a brotherly way. “See, Sammy’s still got some women ideas in his head” Sam joked, nudging your shoulder and giving Dean a smile while he gave him one back.


After awhile of catching up and watching Game Of Thrones you and Dean fell asleep on the couch in each other’s arms while Sam sat in the other chair by himself, thinking of how happy he was that his planned worked out. “Wow! I can’t believe he –“ Sam got cut off by the look of Dean asleep on the couch with you in his arms, both smiling in your sleep. Sam smiled to himself and turned off the tv, laying a blanket on top of the both of you and taking in the happy view.

“Welcome home, y/n.”

Imagine playing hard to get with Chris.

A/N: This is a request from a wonderfully loyal reader @m-a-t-91, I don’t really know if I lived up to your request ‘cause when I write- I kinda go into a state where I just write what comes to me. I think I wrote what you asked for, I dunno. Enjoy anyway. X

You could feel your best friend, Chris watching you from across the bar as you politely chatted with the third guy to hit on you in one night. You weren’t actually interested, you were just too nice to shoot him down. At least he was slightly better looking than the first two, it helped but he still wasn’t the one you wanted to be with. The one you wanted, the one you were in-love with- had been in-love with since the moment you met him was the blue eyed, brown haired Bostonian that you called a best friend. You didn’t know but he was in-love with you too, just waiting for the right time to tell you.

“Do you want me to get rid of him?” Chris mouthed at you and you bit back your smile, nodding ever so subtly. “Wear the ring,” he mouthed and tapped his ring finger on his left hand; a gesture to the bid the two of you had performed numerous times.

You did as you were told, watching him rise from his stool and disappear into the crowd. You continued to nod at the blond, faking a smile as he talked you through his gym regime. You could’ve listened to Chris talk about his gym regime all day but you couldn’t with this guy, with this guy- all you wanted to do was roll your eyes.

“There you are, my love.” You heard Chris’ voice and felt his warm hand touch the small of your back. “I’m sorry,” his gaze fell onto the blond gentleman who was stunned by the presence of the actor, Chris Evans. “Can I help you? Is there a reason you’re talking to my fiancée?” He asked, grabbing your left hand and holding it up to reveal your ring.

“Uh- no, um-” He stammered, swallowing his nerves as he got up. “I had no idea- I’m sorry, Cap. I didn’t notice the ring and- Have a good night,” he nodded at the both of you and rushed off, leaving you and Chris in stitches.

“I’m sorry, Cap?” You laughed, trying to ignore the butterflies forming in your stomach from Chris’ touch. “That’s fucking hilarious. I have never seen a guy bigger than you so terrified of you,” you said and Chris scoffed. “The role of Captain America has given you a few benefits.”

“First of all, he was not bigger than me. And even if he was, I’m much better looking than that doofus.” He argued and you rolled your eyes; the feeling of disappointment washed over him when he took his hand away. “And yes, the role of Captain America has given me a few benefits. You’re one of them, without it- I probably wouldn’t have met you.”

“But we met at your dad’s dentistry,” you narrowed your eyes in confusion.

“Yes, but you wouldn’t have been interested in talking to me if I wasn’t Captain America.” You rolled your eyes at that. “Please,” he chuckled softly. “Don’t act like you would’ve given me the time of day if I wasn’t Captain America, even after you knew who I was- you barely paid me any attention. All you did was ask for a selfie, you wouldn’t even give me your phone number.”

“I was raised not to trust random strangers, even if said random stranger was Captain America.”

“Bull-fucking-shit,” he laughed. “You just like playing hard to get, you’re like that with every guy.”

“Fuck you, Evans.” You playfully shoved him and he laughed harder, touching his left boob. “I do not like playing hard to get, I’m just not one of those girls who gives her number away willy nilly. Even if I knew who you were, you were still just some random guy. I couldn’t just give you my number, I had to know you were a guy worth trusting.” You told him and he chuckled. “And you are,” you patted his cheek gently and his heart fluttered at your touch, “'cause here we are now, best of friends.”

“I want more than friends,” you thought you heard him mutter under his breath. Your heart skipped a beat but you remained indifferent, just in case you heard him wrongly. “Y/N,” Chris moved in front of you, taking one of your hands in his. “Have you ever thought about dating a friend?”

Your breath hitched in your throat because you knew you had in fact heard what you heard; he was referring to himself and the possibility of him becoming something more to you. You had been wishing for something like that since- God, since before you met him. But like he said, you were prone to playing hard to get; you didn’t know why, you did do it with every guy. It probably had to do with the string of bad boyfriends, after the last one- you were done getting hurt. You knew Chris was a good guy but you couldn’t risk going through another heartbreak and you definitely didn’t want to lose him as a friend.

“Never,” you lied and shook your head.

“I see,” Chris mumbled; his heart sunk as you pulled your hand away. “Yeah, neither.” He forced a smile on his face but you could see the pain in his eyes; you suffered immediate guilt and regret. “I think it’s stupid to ruin a good friendship, I just- I was asking for a friend.”

“Yeah, sure.” You nodded, smiling even though you were dying on the inside. “This is why we’re best friends, we share a similar form of thinking.” You said and he nodded, chuckling with very limited humor. “I’m starving, do you want to go grab some Leone’s?”

“You know I do.” He smiled more genuinely; he couldn’t be with you but at least he could be around you. “Let’s go,” he held out his arm for you to take and you took it without hesitation. “What are we thinking? Eat in or take it back to my place?”

“Anything as long as I get to eat with you,” you told him and his smile widened a little bit. “You know I love you, right?” You asked and he nodded, pressing a quick kiss to the side of your head. “Good,” you managed a small smile, ignoring your aching heart. “Now let’s go get some pizza.”
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“I will never ever get sick of pizza,” you grinned as you took another slice from the box. Chris chuckled and took a sip of his beer, smiling as he watched you devour the slice. “Thank you so much for introducing me to Leone’s, it is honestly- the best.”

“You’re welcome.” He smiled and lowered his beer onto the hardwood floor. “You know something, Y/N?” He quizzed, crawling across to sit next to you. “I think you’re amazing.” He told you when your facials prompted a continuation. “I think you’re beautiful and funny and talented and- perfect. I think you’re perfect,” he whispered and brushed your hair out of your face.

“I think I’m all of those things too,” you joked because you knew where he was going with all of that. “What can I say?” You dropped your slice back into the box and brushed the crumbs from your hands by swiping them together. “My parents made a masterpiece when they had me.”

“Can you please be serious for once in your life?” Chris narrowed his eyes at you; he was buzzed enough not to care about the consequences. “I’m trying to tell you I like you, Y/N. I’ve been trying to tell you all night,” he said and you sighed. “I know we’re best friends and you don’t want to ruin our friendship by giving this a shot, I don’t either- the last thing I want is to lose you.”

“Then stop,” you told him.

“I can’t,” he shook his head. “I can’t keep pretending I’m okay with just being friends anymore. I know you’re sick of it too, I’m not crazy- I can see the way you look at me. You want this too, you’re just too afraid of getting hurt again which is why you’re constantly playing hard to get.” He took your hands and pressed it to his heart. “But I would never hurt you, Y/N. I would never ever because- you do this to me, you make my heart beat- you make each day worth more than it should. There has never been a day with you that has been bad,” he told you.

“Chris, stop-” you tried to pull your hands away but he tightened his grip. “I can’t lose you, I can’t lose this. Maybe we try this out, maybe it works but- what if it doesn’t?” You felt your eyes well with tears. “What are we going to do then? Who am I going to have in my life?”

“Me,” he answered. “Because you’re never going to lose me, Y/N. You’re the love of my life, I didn’t realize it until now but- I can’t imagine myself with anyone else. As long as you’re around, you’re the one I’m going to love until my final breath.” You felt a smile stretch across your face; the tears that welled from the fear of losing him, fell out of joy. “Even as a ghost, I’ll still love you.”

“Shut up,” you managed a soft laugh and he smiled, leaning in to press his forehead against yours. “Fine,” you huffed and his breath hitched in his throat when he realized what you were about to agree to. “We can try this, but if things don’t work-”

“It will,” he interrupted excitedly.

“If it doesn’t,” you continued your previous sentence. “You don’t get to run out on me. You are going to stay my best friend until the end of time, even if you hate my guts- you’re going to be there for me. Those are my terms, otherwise- it’s a no.”

“More time with my best friend who is also the love of my life?” He quizzed rhetorically and smirked when you bit back your smile. “How could I possibly disagree to those terms?”

“Good,” you smiled. He released your wrists so he could caress your face; you wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned in. “Because I was getting a little sick of playing hard to get.” He chuckled then smiled when you pressed your lips against his.


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

A/N: Yay for Friday! Sorry I posted it pretty late in the day as I’ve been out helping a friend christmas shop and what not…anyways, here’s CB5! Enjoy <3 P.S. there is a Kylo in this chapter/fic…js

Warning: None

Word Count: 4.8K+

“Thanks for the ride,” Gathering your things as you smiled, you looked over to Ben, “Don’t you want to come inside? Just to say hi to my parents? My brothers aren’t home as they’re away in college so…”

Eagerly nodding his head, Ben shut off his car. “Yeah, sure!”

Smiling, you opened the car door to get out as Ben had done the same, you pulling out your keys. “You know, my mom always asks about you so she’ll be more than thrilled to see you.”

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*Request: you are the daughter of Juice that he didn’t know about but you ranaway from home to find him. Then after some bonding he decides to keep you and just cute fluff because Juice needs some family*

You were riding in a cab, looking down at the only picture you had of your dad. It was a picture of him hugging your mom. You thought about your mom’s beautiful smile and how much you missed it ever since she died. You were living with your aunt but decided to look for your dad because there was things you wanted to know about yourself that only he could give you the answer to. You pulled up to a mechanic shop called “Teller-Morrow” and got out the cab. You walked to the office and saw a woman in nothing but all black, you were confused because it was hot as shit outside. “Excuse me.” You said to her. “Hold on, darling.” The woman said. You waited for about 5 minutes and got impatient. She was just sitting at the desk, looking at papers. All you had for her was a question and she was taking too long. “Look, I’m just looking for someone.Can you point me in the direction of Juan Carlos?” You said and she looked at you. She stood up and walked over to you with a weird look in her eye. “What the hell you want with Juan Carlos darling?” She said already intrigued by the answer you were going to give her. “I’m just someone from his past.” You said, not wanting to share your business with a complete stranger.

“Come on in darling.” She said pointing you to a chair in the small office. She knocked on the window and said, “Where’s Juice?” “He’s in the church!” Someone from the other side of that glass responded. You were confused because you didn’t know who the hell was Juice and you were getting more and more irritated because you came all this way to find your dad and this woman was taking all your damn time. “Look, I can come back later if he’s not here.” You said standing up. “Follow me sweety,” She said smiling. You followed her into a building that you had passed on the way into the parking lot. Once you walked in, you instantly smelled the aroma of beer, pussy, and cigarettes. As you were about to say something to the woman in black two doors opened up and a group of guys in black leather vest came out and you saw him. He looked even better then the picture. “Juan Carlos, this young lady is looking for you.” Everyone laughed which made you feel uncomfortable. “Do I know you?” He asked. “Hi, I’m Y/N.” He shook your hand still wondering who you were. You looked around then got the picture of him and your mom out of your bag. You handed him the picture and he looked up at you. 


“How’d you get this picture?” He said. “That’;s my mom..” “Lucia.” He said cutting you off. “Yeah, and the guy is my dad.” He looked at you like his world had stopped. Everybody else in the room jaws had dropped. “Hold on, how do you know that this whore isn’t just saying that to you so she can protect you from your real meth head of a dad?” The woman in black said. “Gem, calm down.” Juan said looking up finally. “My mom wasn’t a whore and she damn sure wouldn’t lie to me. You look like more of a meth head pinche babosa.” I said back to the bitch he called Gem. “Woah Woah, let’s take it down a few notches here.” An older man with a cigar in his mouth said. “Where is Lucia now? Did she come with you?” Juan said. “No, I came alone.” “How did you even find me anyways?” Does she know your here?” He said shaking his head. “My aunt Leticia told me where I could find you. My mom is dead, she died about two years ago.” You said in a low tone. The room went silent and you felt like you had enough excitement for today so you just said. “Look I didn’t come here to fuck up your groove or anything, I just wanted to meet you after all these years. You don’t owe me anything.” You said grabbing the picture out of his hand.

“Wait.” Juan said to you. “Do you have a way I can reach you?” He asked. You smiled a little and gave him a piece of paper with your number on it. “I’ll be at the motel in town next to the bar, room 7 if you wanna stop by.” You said to him and walked out.. “Juicy boy, you think she’s telling the truth?” Chibs asked Juice. “She looks just like her mom.” Juice said in a daze. “Was her mom something special to you?” Gemma asked. “She was everything to me. Lucia and I were gonna break the fuck out of our situations and run away together with her sister and her sisters boyfriend. Her mom took them before I got the chance to even say goodbye.” He said. “I honestly never forgot about her. She has her moms attitude.” Juice chuckled. “I noticed.” Gemma said. “You should get some answers from her, because that’s the only person that can give em to you.” Jax said to you. “Yeah, your right.” Juice said. With that he headed to the door and made his way to you.


He knocked on your motel room door but he got no response. He waited for about 5 minutes and thought you may have been at the bar. “You were having a bar and entertaining a cute guy. “Hey, keep it moving” Juice said to the guy talking to you. “I was starting to think that you weren’t gonna come by.” You said to him. “Aren’t you like 18? You shouldn’t be drinking.” He said to you. You ignored him and said, “I assume that you came to me for some answers.” “How did she die?” He asked and you looked down. “Her old boyfriend beat her senseless and she never came back.” “Why she didn’t leave him? That’s not like Lucia..” He said. “The Lucia you knew died when my whore of a grandma took her and Leticia away from everyone. They both died when they left Queens.” You said. “Yeah, your grandma was always a crazy bitch. We hated her, my mom let your mom and aunt stay with us for at least 4 months one time.” He said laughing a little. “Yeah, I know. Leticia told me.” You said. “You seem very mature.” Juice said looking you. “Yeah, I grew up fast being on my own, I have Leticia but I try not to be a burden.” “Where did the two of you live?” He asked. “We moved around a lot but we’ve been in New Mexico for the longest.” You said to him. “You got a boyfriend?” “Yeah, but he’s in jail and won’t be out until our kid is about 3 years old.” He looked at you and said, “WHAT?!”

You laughed and said, “I’m just joking, I don’t have kids but my boyfriend is in prison.” … The two of you talked on and on about your life and also about his and how he ended up in the biker gang he was in. “Do you ever look for my mother Juan?” He stopped dead in his tracks and said, “Yeah, I found her too well I found your grandma and she said by that time Leticia and Lucia had ran off. I knew they would get away from her one way or another, I’m just glad they did.” “Well, she always talked about you and how I acted like you.” He smiled. “it’s funny because when you smile, I see your mama. Good thing you got her looks.” Juice said. The two of you were outside your motel room and you felt that it was really late. “Well, it’s late and I’m getting a bit tired Juan.” “You can call me Juice, no one calls me Juan Carlos.” You smiled and nodded. “Well, I’ll be seeing you.” and with that you closed the door and went to bed… Juice laid in his bed all night and half of the day thinking on how he was gonna play everything out. He didn’t want you to go because there was too much you and him had missed out on. He had blamed himself for your mama dying because he felt that he should’ve got her before your grandma had the chance to take her away but it was too late.


The next day was your last day. You were up in your room talking to your boyfriend. “Well, he seems pretty cool Marco. I just hate that I gotta leave today.” You told him. “Well baby doll, it’s not like you have anything here, I’m gonna be in here for a while so you might as well stay longer. You got enough cash from what I left you and more to get an apartment and stay for a few months.” He said to you. Marco was a drug dealer and left you money and money for him once he got out so he wouldn’t be struggling. “I wanna save that money for you baby, I can work for a living back in Albuquerque.” You said. “FUCK THAT baby doll. Leticia and I want you a far away from New Mexico as you can possibly be, you know that. See if your pops can take you in, I’m sure he wants you too.” Marco said. Just the, the operator said, “You have one minute left on this call.” “Well, I’m not sure baby. I love you though and I’m sending you 3 letter and pictures today.” You said quickly. “Yeah, Yeah, next time I call your ass better be in California still. I love you baby doll.” He said right before the phone hung up. You sat there for a second and thought of how much you missed him and what he said bout staying there with Juice but you had to go back. You started to finish packing your things. 

You were waiting for a cab, so you could go to the bus. You heard a knock at the door, and you assumed it was you cab driver. Once you opened the door, you saw Juice. “You came to say goodbye?” You said smiling. “Not exactly, you should stay here.” He said causing you to pause. “What?” You said to him. “we’ve missed too many years Y/N, and I think we should make up for it with the time we have now. I’m not perfect and I don’t expect you to call me dad or feel all this love towards me but I do think we deserve a shot to know each other. You don’t have to stay for years and years but give me a few weeks and we can see where that goes. You can work at the shop and I can get a two bedroom apartment if you decide to stay.” He said in a rush. “It’s funny because my boyfriend just told me that I should stay.” You said shaking your head. “I mean, I don’t see why not. I talked to your aunt and she said you should get away from the shit in New Mexico and start a new life here.” You thought about it for a good 5 minutes and you could tell that Juice was very nervous of the answer you were going to give him. “I could stay here for a bit, but I would have to leave at least twice a month to go see Marco in jail down there.” You said. Juice smiled, “That’s fine with me.” “Then I guess, it’s settled. I’m staying.” You said smiling.

Imagine you and Chris going to your best friends’ wedding weekend. (Part B)

A/N: Part 4B ❤️ @chrisevans-imagines Oh man, your birthday is really soon! I hate how expensive postage is, so I’m glad Tumblr is free. We can consider this an unconventional present, right? Sorry this didn’t come out at it’s regular time, I was a little distracted watching Zac Efron movies last night. 😋 You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, ‘She Said Yes’, ‘Miss Graduate’, ‘Something Blue’, ‘Something New’ - Masterlist; ‘Baby Steps’: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A/3B/Part 4A)

It was only 7:00AM when you got to Ava’s room, but she was already having breakfast while her hairstylist worked on putting her long locks into an elegant up-do. “Aw, babe. You look exhausted.” You spotted a sympathetic smile on her lips when you moved to stand behind her and she caught you in her sights. “You know you don’t have to get up so early, you can come when the beauticians are ready to work on you.”

“And miss the chance to have a little girl talk?” You giggled, pulling up a chair so you could get off your feet. “No thanks.” You bit playfully and she laughed, reaching behind her to squeeze your hand before returning to her cereal. “So how are you feeling?” You asked, resting your hands on your belly. “I feel like we haven’t had as much alone time since the guys came to our lives. I love them, but there are some days where I’d still rather just you and me.”

“Yes, take me back to those good old days.” She joked and you nodded, laughing. “I’m feeling good, really good. I’m excited to get married, and I’m excited to meet our little boy and your little boy and- Things are good, really good,” she nodded and you found yourself nodding in agreement. “And how are you doing? Are you a little less overwhelmed now?”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “I’ve had some time to really just sit and bask in the fact that I am pregnant and I am going to be a mom. Chris and I went to a birthing class together for the first time, which is ridiculous considering Jack’s due next month.” Ava nodded, laughing; she and Sebastian signed up for all the classes as soon as they found out they were pregnant. “And I finally joined him shopping for clothes and other nursery items instead of letting mom and Lisa take my place. I don’t know, it’s still a little overwhelming but I am feeling much better about it all. Chris has been a rock, I honestly don’t know what I’d do without him.”

“You’d strive anyway,” she winked and you smiled, “you’re amazing like that.”

“Knock knock,” Ava’s mom poked her head into the room and you both turned to smile at her. Your smile widened when you saw who was with her; Ava’s baby brother, Kian. You smiled and gave him a little wave, earning one in return. “I hope we’re not interrupting, we just thought we’d come and see how things were going. Kian also had something he wanted to give his big sister. Go on, sweetheart. Go give Ava the present you got her,” she released his hand and he padded over to Ava with a little paper bag.

“How are you, Mandy?” You smiled at her when she pulled up a chair and sat down next to you.

“You’re asking me? I should be asking you that,” she smiled and gave your belly a gentle rub. Your smiles widened when Jack kicked under her palm. “I heard about your RV road trip,” she chuckled when she pulled her hand away, and you bit back your smile. “You poor darlings, maybe you should just stay in New York and have the baby here.”

“No way,” you laughed, “Chris would have a heart attack. Ever since Seb saw me in a Yankees cap, he has been sending me Yankees merchandise for my birthday and Christmas presents. And he knows I’m not an actual baseball fan, he just likes messing with Chris.” Mandy laughed. “I am not going to give him another reason to drive Chris up the wall by giving birth in New York. Seb will mark Jack with the Yankees seal and Chris will pop a vessel.”

“Funny you should say that,” Ava looked at you and her mom through the mirror as she picked her brother up to sit him on her lap. “Seb was actually hoping you’d go into labor while you were in New York.” You laughed because why were you not surprised? “He has a little Yankees cap with Jack’s name embroidered on the back waiting in our apartment to- he said and I quote, ‘bless Baby Cap’s little head with’.”

“He couldn’t just get one for his own son and leave Jack out of it?”

“We haven’t thought of a name yet, but don’t worry- our little peanut will get a hat too.” She said, drawing laughter from you and Mandy. “What did you get me, Kian?” She asked in a softer, gentler voice as she addressed her brother. “Thank you so much, little man.” She took the little paper bag and gasped when she pulled out Cartier’s signature red box; the size looked like the contents involved a necklace. “Is this a joke?” She turned to face her mom with furrowed brows. “How much did you guys spend?”

“Enough for our daughter to know how happy we are for her,” she got to her feet and kissed the top of Ava’s head. Ava sighed, but smile and kissed her mom’s cheek as a thank you. “We’ll leave you girls to it. Come on,” she lifted Kian into her arms and exited.

“What is it?” You sat forward to peer over Ava’s shoulder as she opened the lid of the box, revealing a eye-catching sapphire necklace. You smiled when you saw Ava’s eyes quickly fill with tears, knowing she was touched by her parents’ thoughtfulness and generosity. She didn’t show much interest when you asked her if she wanted to meet the old wedding tradition: something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue, and a six pence in one’s shoe. It may have been a folklore that originated from her country, but she was a lot more practical than you were; she didn’t live her life like it was a romantic comedy. Either way, you could tell she was overjoyed with the gift from the look in her eyes when you said, “looks like you got your something new and something blue after all.”

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Sebastian stood in front of the full length mirror in his room and adjusted his tie. His eyes darted to the clock hanging on the wall behind him; 11:43AM which meant there were seventeen minutes until he was officially married. He let out a shaky breath as he rubbed his hands together, all the while experiencing the incessant flutters that came from the wings of the butterflies living in his stomach. Now he knew Ava was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, but it didn’t stop him from feeling nervous. Everything was happening so quickly, he was going to get married today and in June- he was going to become a father to a baby boy. All these were great things that he was excited for, but it was a little overwhelming. You and Sebastian were similar there; you were extremely good at psyching yourselves out. Hence why you’d both found life partners in Chris and Ava, they were good at bringing the two of you back to reality.

“Bas,” Chace threw a scrunched up ball of paper across the room and got Sebastian in the shoulder, earning the attention he wanted from his best friend. “Are you okay?” He chuckled softly at the nervous expression on Sebastian’s face. “Do you need some air?” He asked and got a head shake 'no’ from Sebastian.

“It’s okay if you do,” Don told him. “I did too.”

“I know it is,” Sebastian rolled his eyes. “But I don’t.”

“You sure?” Anthony furrowed his brows. “'Cause you lo-”

“Oh my God,” Sebastian growled under his breath. “Yes I’m sure.”

They all stopped asking, pressing their lips together. It was clear he needed something, but they didn’t know what. Of course Chris knew- not because he knew Sebastian the best out of all the guys in the room, but because he had felt what Sebastian was feeling on his wedding day. He needed to see you then as much as Sebastian needed to see Ava now. It would’ve seemed ridiculous to anyone else considering he was going to see her in fifteen minutes, but Chris understood. Sebastian helped the two of you have an amazing moment before the wedding, the least Chris could do was get him to Ava. He pulled out his phone and texted you: “Seb needs to see Ava, think you can get her to the lighthouse?” The reply he got from you drew a chuckle from him: “I was just about to text you the same thing. Yes, we’re heading there now.”

“C'mon, Seb.” Chris placed both hands on Sebastian’s shoulders and started to steer him out of the room. “Trust me.” He said when Sebastian tried to fight his actions. “You need some air out by the lighthouse,” Chris spoke in a tone that Sebastian immediately understood; he bolted out the door. “We’ll be back before the wedding starts,” he assured all the confused faces in the room then ran after Sebastian.

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Part 4C

so this was supposed to be my half of an art trade with queen-schadenfreude, but. well. the story behind that is that she gave me literally one guideline and i failed to incorporate it. erm - here’s some modern!au handers anyway?

and, because i can’t ever fail halfway, it comes with a ficlet! 500 words to explain this nonsense. (i’ll get to the trade next, QS - sorry for the wait! ♥)

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[SUMMARY: Morrigan is out for revenge on Negan for killing her friend Glenn, when she come across him but doesn’t know it’s him. Negan begins to like her and isn’t honest with her about who he is.]

Negan and Morrigan.

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A/N: Hi. Here’s the fourth installment of this joshifer drabble turned series. Any resemblance to actual usernames, email addresses etc. is purely coincidental. Any mistake is just me forgetting how to English. I hope you like it.


Email sent to notyourregularmom_01@gmail.com

To: Mom
From: Jennifer
Subject: Bored and other stuff
Date: June 7, 2015 10:12 AM

Hi Mom,

I realized I haven’t contacted you since you and Dad came to visit me last Tuesday. Glad to see you two even for just a while. I know you won’t believe it but your surprise visit really did surprise me. So please stop giving Dad the cold shoulder. You knew that man couldn’t keep a secret to save his life and yet you still married him.

You’re partly to blame for that, I guess.

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