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Imagine Chris falling in-love with you all over again.

A/N: Epilogue! This is best if you listen to Ed Sheeran’s song ‘Perfect’ first 'cause I was inspired by that. Anyway, we’ve finally arrived at the end of the series. (I don’t know if I’ll write more, but this seems like a good place to end.) I’m so excited to go on holiday, but I’m terribly sad to leave you guys. Fear not, I might just whip out my keyboard at the airport if some inspiration strikes me. I love you all so much! 😘 You can read the previous parts here: ('Charlotte Rose’ - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5A/5B) and ('Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts’; 'Baby Fever’; 'Memory Lane’; and 'Little Ones’ - Masterlist) Enjoy and I’ll see y'all soon. X

Chris was right about the movie, 'Charlotte Rose’, taking home Oscars. It took home so many Oscars that it nearly cleaned out the categories; it won “Best Original Score’, 'Best Actress’, 'Best Sound Editing’, 'Best Original Screenplay’, 'Best Director’, and 'Best Picture’. You and Chris spent the night in Los Angeles celebrating like there was no tomorrow, earning praises all round for the work the two of you did as a couple. Articles flew and circulated the web: "Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N takes home six Oscars, it just goes to show that they’re as good as co-workers as they are a couple!”, “Power couple, Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N, dominates The Academy Awards!”, “Production companies will be fighting to work with Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N after they return from their hiatus.”

The movie was filmed and produced two years after your daughter was born, as you both wanted some time to care for your preemie baby. It was incredibly well-received around the world, so much so that you and Chris ended up doing press despite being the faces behind the scenes. As it turned out, the press and the fans were more interested in the work the two of you did rather than the actors and actresses you hired. You were lucky, however, to have both of your children be at the age where they could travel with you while you toured the world. It was a pretty great three months out of Boston, but eventually it was time to go home.

It was nice to be back in your home after months of staying in hotels, you could tell your kids were excited to get home too. Even now, as you spent a lazy Sunday in Boston with your family watching Disney movies, it was different to how you’d spend a lazy Sunday in Los Angeles watching Disney movies with your family, despite having a second house there. Boston was home now, the place Chris had bought before he met you- the place that you’d both turned into a home after getting married- was home now.

As Chris dried and put away the dishes, you were snuggled up with your kids on the couch. He looked over and smiled; there wasn’t a sight more pure that he could bestow upon himself. You looked up and smiled when you saw him smiling at the three of you, you beckoned him over with your head. He chuckled and left the job unfinished because you didn’t need to ask twice; that was an offer he couldn’t refuse.

“Daddy!” Charlie pulled away from you and held out her arms when she saw her dad walking over; Chris smiled and scooped her into his arms. You chuckled and shuffled, pulling Jack closer to you as you made a spot for your husband. The girl was definitely his girl, whereas the boy was yours. “You smell nice,” she giggled when she buried her face into the crook of his neck.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he chuckled, rubbing her back. It was clear she was getting tired, it wouldn’t be long until she fell asleep in his arms. Jack was halfway there too, fighting his heavy eyelids as he rested in your comforting arms. “You smell lovely too,” he told her as he pressed a kiss into her soft locks.

“Mama,” Jack whispered and you looked down at him. “I know we had pancakes for breakfast today,” he yawned and you chuckled, “but can we have pancakes for breakfast tomorrow too?” You nodded and kissed the top of his head as Chris wrapped an arm around you; you leaned into him and smiled when you felt him kiss your head.

“Think you can meet me in the backyard after I put the kids to bed?” Chris whispered into your ear and you turned to him with narrowed eyes. “Yes?” He mouthed and nodded his head, prompting a nod from you. “Awesome,” he smiled then turned his attention back on Charlie. “Sweetheart,” he spoke gently, “do you want me to put you to bed?”

“Mm hm,” she nodded her little head, rubbing her eyes.

“Alright,” Chris smiled and rose to his feet, lifting her with him. “Jack, you ready for bed too, bud?” Jack nodded; he kissed your cheek then pulled away from you, taking the hand his dad was holding out. “C'mon, Dodge.” He called and Dodger followed. “Backyard, fifteen minutes tops.” He mouthed over his shoulder as he took the kids upstairs to tuck them in for the night.

You, on the other hand, decided to spend the next fifteen minutes cleaning up the mess from your cozy movie marathon while waiting for Chris to return. It took him ten minutes which meant your kids were really worn out, otherwise it would’ve been at least half an hour. When he returned, you were finishing the dish job he’d left unfinished. He leaned against the fridge, smiling at you with a smile that drew laughter.

“What?” You smacked him with the dish rag.

“Nothing,” he shook his head, smiling. “I’m just admiring how beautiful you look.”

“Beautiful?” You chuckled softly as he took your hand, leading you towards the backyard; he’d prepared a special something for the both of you, some down time as a couple after spending the whole day as parents. “I’m a mess.”

“Darling, you look perfect tonight,” he whispered underneath his breath, but you heard it. You smiled and leaned in, tenderly giving his jawline a sweet kiss. “I figured we could go on that date we talked about in the hospital. I know we’re not old and gray yet, but-” he paused to push the curtains apart, opening the sliding doors. “This is as good a night as any to catch up on some alone time.”

“Chris,” you smiled as you took in the sight in front of you.

Your husband had laid out a blanket on the grass with candles and rose petals surround it. His iPod was plugged into a docking station and the song, 'Make You Feel My Love’ by Adele- the song that was playing at your wedding when you had your first dance- was playing. You turned to him and mirrored his dorky grin, shaking your head in disbelief. He leaned forward and your eyes closed as he pressed his lips against your forehead. After ten years of being with him, you still couldn’t believe how lucky you were.

“Shall we?” He held out a hand and you took it, letting him lead you into a barefoot waltz on the soft grass. “You know what, Y/N?” He whispered after a while. “I’d do anything to have this moment last forever. Just being here with you, dancing in the dark with you- it’s unadulterated bliss.” He pulled back to look you in the eyes, “you’ve given me unadulterated bliss. That’s something I never thought I’d achieve, but here I am with the perfect wife, the perfect kids. I have the perfect life,” his eyes glistened as he smiled, “because of you.”

“None of this would have happened if you didn’t find me first, Chris,” you smiled, feeling your own eyes well. “You are the reason we have all of this, you are the one who has given me unadulterated bliss. Without you, I wouldn’t be here. Without you, we wouldn’t have Jack and Charlie. Without you, my life wouldn’t mean as much as it does today. You are the love of my life- the light that dims all the dark. I have the perfect life because of you, Chris, not the other way around,” you told him.

“Let’s just agree to disagree,” he chuckled and dipped his head, kissing you.

Adele’s 'Make You Feel My Love’ faded out and Ed Sheeran’s 'Perfect started playing. You both chuckled as you broke the kiss; the memory of how you told him the song was the perfect depiction of your entire life together came flooding back.

I found a love for me 

Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead

“We really just leapt into this relationship, didn’t we?” You chuckled when you thought back to how you met and how quickly things progressed after the first meeting. “It was like the universe suddenly decided it was time for us to stop fooling around with other people, just threw us into the deep end and left us to save each other.”

Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet 

Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me

“Aren’t you glad though?” Chris smiled when you nodded. “If I could just go back in time and just- grab Chris and shove him in your direction. Just have him find you years and years earlier, I would. I would just slap some sense into him, tell him to go find you instead of wasting his time with girls who clearly aren’t right for him.”

“I’d do the same with Y/N,” you nodded. “I’d drag her across oceans if it meant I could spend more time with you. Not that I needed to, considering we grew up hours away from each other.” You both chuckled. “God, what were we thinking? How could we have just missed each other? I mean- the life we could’ve had, the pain we could’ve avoided.”

“I guess we didn’t know we had someone so perfect waiting for us.”

'Cause we were just kids when we fell in love 

Not knowing what it was 

I will not give you up this time 

But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own 

And in your eyes you’re holding mine

“The first time I saw you, Y/N,” Chris chuckled softly. “I thought my heart was going to jump out of my throat. I was so nervous that I let the opportunity to speak to you- the love of my life- escape. If you didn’t drop that coaster- if Kevin wasn’t your father’s friend, I’d never would’ve met you and it would’ve eaten me up alive.”

“And I feel like a complete idiot ignoring my vicinity,” you laughed. “If I had just stopped obsessing with my writing for a second, take my eyes off my damn Gummi Bears- I would’ve noticed Captain America across the room and gone up to you.”

“Yeah,” he nodded, smiling. “But I’m really glad you didn’t though, that was part of your charm. Your passion was what captured me, your insanity-” he chuckled when you playfully slapped his arm. “You were like a breath of fresh air after years under water.”

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark with you between my arms 

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song 

When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath 

But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight

“And you still are,” Chris told you, tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear. “Every time I see you, it’s like I’m being saved all over again.” You felt your heart ache at his sincerity. “No matter how bad my day gets, there won’t be something you can’t do to make me feel better.”

“Chris,” you pulled your hand out of his for a brief second, brushing the tear that had escaped. “Stop,” you chuckled softly as he did, kissing your forehead. “You’re making me cry and I don’t want to cry during such a beautiful moment. Ed Sheeran’s really not helping,” you referred to the song and he laughed.

Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know 

She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I’ll share her home 

I found a love, to carry more than just my secrets 

To carry love, to carry children of our own

“This could be our anthem, you know that right?” Chris chuckled at how perfect the song 'Perfect’ was; it practically described your whole relationship in four minutes and twenty-three seconds. “If he’d just come out with this song a few years earlier, I’d have it playing at our wedding. It would definitely draw tears, I mean- just listening to it now, it’s making my heart ache.”

“Aw,” you chuckled. “I know, right? The best part of listening to it now though, it’s actually true. We’ve accomplished our dream of working together, you’ve accomplished yours of winning that Oscar you so thoroughly deserve.” He smiled when you brushed his cheek with the back of your hand. “We’re married, we’ve got a house, we’ve got our kids. Our life is complete, Chris,” you smiled and he mirrored it. “Don’t get me wrong, we’ve got lots more to do but- I’m pretty satisfied with what we have now.”

We are still kids, but we’re so in love 

Fighting against all odds 

I know we’ll be alright this time

“Yeah,” Chris nodded, smiling. “I’m with you there.”

Darling, just hold my hand 

Be my girl, I’ll be your man 

I see my future in your eyes

“I have you as my present and my future,” you smiled. “That’s more than good enough for me, more than I can ask for in this lifetime.” He pulled you closer to him and you rested your head against his chest, gently swaying in the dark and listening to the song as you reflected on your ten years together.

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms 

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song 

When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful 

I don’t deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms 

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song

Chris pulled back and you looked up to meet his gaze, he smiled and you smiled back. “I am so utterly, irretrievably, and irrevocably in-love with you.” You pulled your hand out of his and wrapped both arms around his neck, taking a step closer as if you could getting any closer to him.

I have faith in what I see 

Now I know I have met an angel in person 

And she looks perfect, I don’t deserve this 

You look perfect tonight

“I love you, Chris Evans,” you whispered; your lips inches away from his.

“I love you too, Y/N Y/L/N.” His breath warm against your face. “Well,” he chuckled softly, “I should really say Evans, shouldn’t I?” You bit back your smile; you’d kept your last name for professional reasons. “It’s not like you’re going anywhere romantically, or professionally, now that we’ve proven we make such a great team.”

“I wasn’t going anywhere before that anyway,” you chuckled.

“Yeah,” he smiled and started to lean in, “I definitely don’t deserve this.”

“Neither do I,” you smiled and pressed your lips against his.

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south side princess (part one) 

Pairing ~ Reader x FP Jones
Prompt ~ after living in the upper side of Riverdale for 3 years, you decide to go stay your dad on the south and forming a crush for the older fp Jones
Warnings ~ swearing, drinking drugs, age gap romance (reader 19yrs old)

Story ~
It was 3 years since your mother and father had spilt up. Your mother had taken you to live in what she called upper Riverdale, what most would call the nice or good side of the tracks. Your father had stayed on the Southside. Your grandfather was the old leader of the gang the south side serpents until his death a few months ago. Forsythe Pendleton Jones the 2nd (or Fp as he was called) was the new leader with your father his right hand man. You had known Fp your whole life. 

In the last 3 years you had re-started high school hating that you was a year older then everyone else, after you was held back a year (because you hadn’t attended school for 2 years) before even starting Riverdale high but at least you was now in the same year as you childhood friend Jughead Jones. In that time you had become a river vixen, your grades where up and you started becoming friends with Archie Andrews, Betty Cooper and Veronica Lodge. When you first moved into your mother’s childhood home your grandmother old house, Veronica took it upon herself to give you a full make over. Now you looked like her double, posh girly dresses, sassy tops and skinny jeans filled your wardrobe. More hair and makeup products then ever really needed. 

After a long week and a trying day, You was sat sulking in pop’s after a cheerleader practice, Cheryl had been a bitch with the squad mainly you a Veronica getting the brunt of her mood. You and your mother had been fighting a lot the last few weeks as well to the point you didn’t think you could stay anymore. Jughead Jones slid into the seat facing you with a smile. “what’s up y/n, you’ve been looking at that milkshake for 20 minutes?” He asks. “it’s my mom we’re always fighting and I don’t want to stay there, I can’t stay there anymore” I tell him as he takes the cherry from my melted milkshake. “What about your dad?” he says. As he pops the cherry in his mouth.
You only saw your dad once a month when you would go stay the weekend with him in the trailer park hanging with your old friends now all serpents. “juggie that’s an amazing idea” you smile “I’m going to call him tomorrow” you grab your bag hugging the raven haired boy. heading home thinking of what to say to your dad. 

At home your walked into your mother waiting for you. “where have you been it’s almost 10:30pm” you give a one word answer “pops” she started screaming as you ignore her. Since coming here you wasn’t the only one who had changed. Your mother had become a living breathing copy of Alice Cooper. She went through you room, wouldn’t let you out past 10. Told you to stay away from Jughead because of who his dad was. Controlling as much of your life as she possibly could. Wanting you to be more like Cheryl or Betty.
In your room, you tried to block her out but she followed still complaining about it was a school night, about you not giving yourself time to finish homework or practice with the vixens. After a really bad argument you started to grab you school books and laptop. “I’m going to stay with dad” was all you said before running out the door.

It was nearly 11pm and you didn’t really want to knock at your dad’s at this time. The trailer park was still a few miles away and you started getting cold and tired. You thought about Jughead heading to the drive in to find him it was on the way to your dad’s anyway. You had knocked and knocked, but no one came to open the door. You realized the biggest mistake you had made was leaving without a coat, all you had on was your river vixen outfit and pumps. Your gave one last bang on the door screaming his name, thinking do you go to your dad’s or back home. Home was closer but you didn’t want to see your mum after walking out.
“y/n,” you turn to the sound of your name looking to it’d owner. You see a man walking towards you. His hands in his jeans pocket with a swagger to his stride. In the light you see fp Jones the new leader of the gang your grandfather used to lead. “Why are you out here dressed like that at this time if night?, are you trying to give my boy a heart attack?” he asked looking you up and down intensely slow. “didn’t know you did booty calls Princess” he said. smiling slightly swaying saying back “only for a lucky few, Jones why you jealous?” fp just raises an eyebrow. This flirty banter was normal for you both. It had all started when you was younger , Fp would say something flirty to make you blush and it always worked but now you got older and would think if a witty comeback. It was just how you both was with each other.

You had always had a crush on fp ever since you was about 16 you knew it was wrong or you believe it was. He was over 20 years older then you but looked younger then he was. you managed to keep your little crush hidden, but you couldn’t help think what would it be like if one day he acted on the jokes or looks you sheared with each other.
“I had a fight with my mom again. I left home I thought about coming to stay with my dad but it was late and cold I was going to see if jug would take me in for the night” you tell him. Shivering in your skirt rubbing your bare arms
He took his leather jacket off placing it round your shoulders, but kept hold of both sides of the collar. “your dad’s away doing a job for me, he won’t be back for 3 weeks” you feel defeated thinking you will have to go back to your mothers. He pulls on the collar bringing you closer to him. He spoke slow, and burly a whisper it felt seductive, “you could, only if you wanted to” he looked you in the eyes keeping your focus locked onto his. Making your breath catch ,he was speaking in a hushed voice “stay in mine tonight, tomorrow I’ll get your dad’s spear key take you to get you stuff from mums” you smile as he speaks fully aware how close you was to him, you try pushing the mixed thoughts you have to the back of your mind. Fp let’s go with one hand lifting it to your face tucking your hair behind your ear “I know a princess like you needs her things” you couldn’t speak the touch of his hand on your face sent shivers down your side. Fp turned walking toward his van “you coming y/n” he shouted. You quickly run to catch up with him not needing to be asked twice.

In the truck Fp put the heating on as you rubbed your thighs to get warm. Once you feel the goosebumps disappear you sit back getting comfortable, pulling his jacket tighter around you. “why do you call me a princess?” you ask giving him a smirk. Fp laughs “look at you! in 3 years you went from bad ass bitch to pampered Princess” you frown your eyebrows at him. He looks at you then back to the road repeatedly switching between the two as he spoke “when your mother took you, you didn’t bother much with make - up had your own style. And in the last few times I’ve seen you, you started wearing makeup doing your hair up like your in a magazine and now, your fully fledged member of the Riverdale elite” he reached over slightly flicking the hem of your skirt “team colors and all” you just giggled not known what to answer. At his trailer Fp showed round even though you had been numerous times before, then after something to eat he took you to his room telling you to sleep in his bed and he got a blanket sleeping on the couch.

The next morning you went home waited for you mum to leave for work going in inside to get showered and pack a few bags. You went to put on a dress but when you held it to the mirror you began to think about what fp had said. You did look like a princess not the person you once was. Had I really changed into a carbon copy of the girls around me? was I just like Cheryl? You played with a snake necklace round you neck before deciding to get changed. You found a pair of black skinny jeans a green top a leather jacket and a pair of heels your grandfather had bought you with snakes on the heels not long before he died. Done your hair and makeup. Looking at the new outfit you had put together it was old meets new. And you liked it.

You put your bags in Joaquin’s car so he could take them back the trailer for you and headed to school. 

At lunch Jughead came and sat with you. “can I ask you something?” He didn’t give you chance to answer “did I see you getting in my dad’s van last night?” he asked his brows frowning. “yes I was coming to stay with you, but you wasn’t at the drive in, I saw fp he gave me a lift to the trailer park let me crash at his coz my dad’s out of town” you answer. Jughead looked and blinked not saying what was on his mind. Jughead had seen the closeness between his father and best friend but didn’t what to push the matter afraid of the answer he’d get. “so when are you moving south side then?” he asked “today I sent some of my things up there your dad’s getting me my father’s key” you said excited jug just nodded, when the bell went you and jug walked to class. 

All day people had commented on your change of style. Betty and Veronica loved it, saying it takes time to find your own style and this was yours. Cheryl on the other hand came over when you was in the corridor “you trying to look like the trailer trash your living with now” you step forward snarling her “no I just didn’t want to look like you” you didn’t give time to answer, your spun on your toes flicking your hair walking away. You seamed to get more attention from the boys in the school. Both Reggie and Chuck had given you whistles when you walked past. Feeling good you headed to your locker grabbing you bag. Outside you see Fp waiting for you a sexy grin as he learned against the truck.

“want a ride home? ” he asked when you walked over to him. You jumped in the blue truck ready to get to your stuff put away. During the ride you hardly spoke, Fp looked at you finally braking the silence" what’s with the new look?“ He didn’t take his eye off the road, but had that stupid sexy smirk in his face. "I don’t know what your talking about Jones” you sing song back to him trying to hide the blush in your cheek he hummed in amusement but didn’t question your reply. For the rest of the way you was quite again. When you got to the trailer fp handed you the keys to your dad’s helped you carry your boxes and bags in.
Inside it was a mess and the was nothing in to eat. Fp offered you to come back to his if you wanted he’d get take out for you both. You told him maybe later wanting to clean the place up a bit. After a 2 hours you had cleaned up, it now looked like a different place. Moved you bags into your room and headed back to Fp’s. Outside you could hear music talking laughing, Inside the was half of the serpents drinking having a party. “where’s Jones?” out asked the nearest gang member. “try the kitchen” was all he said without looking at you. In the kitchen you see him with a few other lads all smoking and taking drugs. He looked strange at first like you he’d forgotten you was coming over “do you want me to leave?” you shout over the music “no stay y/n, I’ve just sent Joaquin on a beer and food run anyway” he says smirking at you.

You wasn’t a stranger to a serpent party you had been to a few before. You took a beer from the counter using the edge of it to open the cap, Your dad let you drink at 16, your mom didn’t like it but never stopped you ether. The two other in the room one about 24 the other 30ish looked at you with crossed eyebrows. “What it’s a beer or can’t girls drink beer?, well tough shit” you sass at them taking a long gulp from the bottle. The younger one walked over to you trying to look sexy yet intimidating “hey you! what’s the name doll?” he asked. you gave over exaggerate an eye roll. “the name is y/n and don’t call me doll” you said with as much attitude as possible. “aw small pretty little girl thinks she can play tough and trying to be a serpent, don’t think you really belong here doll” he acts cocky looking you up and down as he goes to grab your ass. Before he can you grab his wrist twisting it until he was screaming for you to let go “I don’t act or try” you started saying hard but calm tone. The older guy stood up to protect his mate when Fp stepped in. “y/n” he says arching an eyebrow.

You let go of the man side stepping closer to Fp, “tough as nails this one boys, and she already belongs” he started placing a hand on your shoulder. He ran his finger down your collarbone, you almost quiver at his touch. Then he hooks his finger around the chain of your necklace pulling the green eyed silver snake pendent from under your top . “y/n y/l/n was born a serpent,” they gasp at the sound of your surname. You smirk matching the one Fp had. “she’s Mitch y/l/n granddaughter”. Both of them sat down with dumbfounded looks you pick you drink back up having another swig not knowing what to say “this is Jack and Shane” he pointed introducing them to you Jack the younger one rubbing his wrist waving.

Fp looks you up and down “she our South side Princess” he called you holding your gaze. You blush bright red but liked the new nickname “oh you wish I was yours, Jones” you say back placing you palm on his chest lightly pushing him back. He chuckles giving you a wink when two more younger boys came in, with pizza and more alcohol in their arms.

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“Bad Associations”

Reader x SAMCRO
(GIF isn’t mine)

Being associated with SAMCRO was never something you chose, it just happened. As the daughter of the Club’s president and the half-sister to the VP, it was as if you were in the club as well, with all the shit you had to deal with and all the mountains you had to conquer in order to distance yourself from the club. Its not that you didn’t love your parents and your MC family, those guys were rough around the edges but they loved you and would lay their lives on the line for you, you just wanted a normal life, the life of a non-felon.

That’s the reason you studied to be an EMT. You figured the least you could do was help people in emergencies to try and counteract all the damage your father’s enterprise did. You discovered you had a passion for emergency medical work, the adrenaline coupled with having someone’s life in your hands was thrilling. You loved it.
Your mom, Gemma, didn’t approve of course, she said the line of work you were in was dangerous for someone with ties to the MC - citing all the times someone close to the club got hurt when they were alone - but you didn’t care, you wanted to do something more productive with your life than standing behind a bar pouring shots or impounding vehicles. To be honest, things were great. You were able to buy a house with the money you made as a medic and you even managed to keep yourself out of trouble…until today.

The call came in, unresponsive hispanic male in his 20s, possible gunshot wound, and your crew threw your bags in the vehicle and hopped in. You beat the police to the scene and jumped out, sliding to your knees beside the man laying bloody on the front lawn. Before you knew it you were being hoisted up from behind and dragged away, screaming as your crewmates watched with their hands up, knowing whoever had you was pointing a gun at them. You were terrified, and although you knew this was only the fault of whoever decided to hurt you, you couldn’t help but blame this on your dad. You knew it was some sort of gang-related retaliation against the Sons of Anarchy for one reason or another. From what little you did allow yourself to be privy to, you knew SAMCRO was into several undesirable businesses. You were hauled into the back of a truck and driven away with something over your head. You couldn’t understand much but your suspicions were confirmed when the truck stopped and someone hauled you from the truck. You were dropped on a concrete floor and a man pulled the makeshift blindfold off of you so they could speak to you. You captors didn’t bother covering their faces, probably because they knew Clay wouldn’t involve the police, and one of the men shoved a phone at you, “Call your father,” he demanded and you glared at him, taking the phone and dialing the number before handing it back to him.

“Clay Morrow?”

“You don’t need to know who’s asking, it’d be in your little girl’s best interest for you to cooperate.”
“Oh you think I would bluff?” he growled into the phone, turning to you and punching you in the stomach which caused you to groan as the air in your lungs was forced from your body.
“Do you know what your little girl sounds like when she takes a punch!” he yelled into the phone before shoving it in your face, “SPEAK,” he barked at you and you took several heavy breaths.

“Dad, its me…” you spoke plainly, trying to hide your fear, but you were also calm knowing that the liklihood these guys would be stupid enough to kill Clay Morrow’s daughter was slim.
“Baby girl,” his voice sounded much more worried than yours, “are you okay?”
“I’m fine daddy I just–” the man who seemed to be in charge ripped the phone away from you and pulled it to his ear, “You have 24 hours to meet my demands or Ms. Morrow is gonna meet the end of my knife.”

He ended the call and smiled an evil smile at you, “Time to say goodnight baby girl,” he mocked before he reared back and hit you across the face, knocking you out immediately.

Gunshots snapped you awake and you flew into fight mode, your eyes wild as you scanned the area around you and saw a figure standing over you. Immediately you threw a punch, connecting with the figure’s crotch which sent him toppling down beside you. You were filled with regret when you saw his face, it was one of the Sons, Happy, who was holding himself as he knelt beside you and glared at you as he tried to catch his breath, having the wind knocked out of him by your blow to his goods.
“I’m so sorry I thought you were–”

“No time,” he panted, regaining control of himself, “I gotta get you outta here,” he urged as he grabbed your arm and stood up, heaving you to your feet and speed-walking away with you.

“Are you ok?” Bobby asked as you stepped out into the sunlight and Happy let go of your hand, “Goodness kid they really threw you a beating…” he gasped.

“I’m fine,” you grumbled as you pushed past him, heading towards the black van you knew was intended for you, tears threatening to burst forward over the havoc your life was wracked with.

You pulled open the sliding door and climbed inside, sitting down and burying your face in your hands as you waited to be taken away from there.

Soon Clay, Tig, Chibs, Opie, Juice and Jax were outside the van along with Happy and Bobby, looking in at you and your father was the first to speak, “Let me look at you,” his voice was sullen as he took your face in his large hands, turning it to the side so he could examine your bruises and cuts before placing a kiss on the top of your head and turning to Juice, “Get her back to the garage safely.” he ordered and Juice nodded, hurrying around to the driver’s side of the van which gave you clear vision of Happy in the background, hand still holding himself. You needed to remember to check on him, you had swung pretty hard.

“He’ll get you to the clubhouse and keep you there, I wanna talk to you when we make it back,” Clay told you and you nodded as he closed the door and waved you off.

You were sitting on the couch with Gemma right beside you. She had refused to leave your side and you knew she thought she had almost lost you, her only daughter, and Clay’s only child. You knew what was coming when your Dad made it back… First they would insist that you stay with them for a while, completely ruining the distance you had been creating, but then they would demand you quit your job, something you absolutely couldn’t bear the thought of because you absolutely adored your job. When the guys got back Happy was the first to walk in and you stood, walking over to him and standing in front of him, he looked back at you but didn’t speak so you threw your arms around him in a hug to which he hesitantly hugged you back, but still no words left his mouth.

“Thank you for getting me out of there,” you whispered to him and he nodded, “I’m sorry about…you know,” you added and he gave you a small chuckle in return, “I’m tougher than I look,” he rasped and you backed away, “Really? Cause you look fucking solid,” you smiled and he grinned back before turning to face your dad.

“Me and your mom need to talk to you,” he said behind gritted teeth and you followed him to the chapel where Gemma had already seated herself.

“Listen baby,” Gemma began as she took your hand, “We don’t want you to be hurt, and being in a job like yours is putting you in danger because we can’t keep eyes on you like we can with everyone else,” she spoke as your dad took over, “You mean the world to us baby, we want you safe. That’s why we want you to quit your job and do something else, almost anything else, so we know you won’t get in trouble again,” he finished with a sigh, leaning back in his chair as you stared at the wall in disbelief.

“No,” you spoke plainly, wrinkling your nose in defiance as you shook your head, “Not gonna do it.”
“Baby you–”

“–No, Mom, Listen. This job means more to me than this club!” you slammed your fists down on the reaper table, “You can’t just demand me to give it up!”

“Its either that or you move away from Charming,” Gemma folded her arms, glaring at you as she delivered the ultimatum expecting you to bend to her will, but you were your mother’s daughter, and you didn’t cave.

You loved your family, but you couldn’t be what they needed you to be.

Your family loved you, but they knew they couldn’t make you walk away from your passion.

After a few moments of silence you huffed with finality, “Fine,” you spoke and both of your parents breathed a sigh of relief, “but since YOU are the reason I’m going through this, I want the prospects to help me move,” you spoke and both Clay and Gemma’s mouths gaped open, not expecting that from you, “I’ll file for transfer in the morning. After what happened today I’m positive they’ll grant it. And I’ll start apartment hunting once I know where I’ll land. I should be outta here in the next couple weeks,” you spoke matter-of-factly and stood from the table, kissing your dad on the cheek and turning to hug your mom, “I love you guys, but I wasn’t made for the motorcycle club life. I need to get away,” you gave them a sad smile before you walked out of the chapel and through the bar, asking Juice to take you home so you could start packing.

Imagine telling Chris you love him for the first time.

A/N: Finally had some time to just sit and write, so here’s that request from @createdbytinyaddiction. I hope this meets what you requested, my mind’s kinda in holiday mode.

The sun rose over the Manhattan skyline as you awoke from your sleep. Your eyelids fluttered open and you smiled when you remembered you were still camping out in your living room in the fort that you’d made with your boyfriend, Chris, and his adorable co-star, Mckenna, on Thursday night after their movie ‘Gifted’ premiered at the New York Institute of Technology. You’d promised her the last time you saw her at the Los Angeles premiere that you’d let her have a sleepover at your apartment after the New York premiere. She’d been wanting to see your apartment for a while now, from the moment Chris told her about how you had the most beautiful workspace with the prettiest teal blue typewriter- she’d been begging you to see it. Mckenna showed a great deal of interest in creative writing, so it didn’t surprise anyone that when she met Chris’ writer girlfriend that she’d cling onto you.

You didn’t mind though, you found her incredibly adorable and sweet. You remembered meeting her at lunch after she was casted, you’d fell in-love with her immediately. Chris had brought you along because he’d bring you everywhere with him if he could, and usually he could- you were a freelance writer, you could work from anywhere at any time. But you also knew the real reason he’d brought you along was to see you around kids; he was a family man who wanted a family of his own eventually, so he had to make sure the one he was going to settle with had the same family oriented values that he did. Now he knew you had nieces and nephews like he did, but he’d never really seen you with them as you’d only been dating six months. The two of you were still in the honeymoon phase where it was all about the two of you and no one else mattered. You’d met his parents and he’d met yours, but that was it. You were both yet to meet the rest of each others’ families, though plans had been made for the Fourth of July.

Despite the relationship only being six months old, you were both pretty sure about each other already. Even before the meeting with Mckenna went down, Chris had no doubt about you because he knew you shared the same mindset as he did. You may not have been as big a kid person as he was, but you did believe in doing things for the ones you loved and you loved Chris. If he wanted children, you’d have children. Be it for him, or with him- you’d do it because the love you carried for him was indescribable and unconditional, and it was enough to erase any fears and uncertainties that you had about having kids. Before you met Chris, you didn’t understand what your mom meant when she said “when you meet the one you’re meant to be with, you’ll want kids.” After meeting Chris, her words had never been more clear.

The only thing now that was standing in your way of getting that happily ever after was yourselves. Neither of you were fearless enough to push past the concept of time, you both worried that things were progressing faster than they normally should therefore preventing you from professing your love for each other. He didn’t want to scare you away and you didn’t want to scare him away, which was ridiculous because neither of you had plans to go anywhere. One of you just needed to find the guts to pass that first 'I-love-you’ barrier then things were going to fall right into place and you’d both live happily ever after.

“Morning,” you heard Chris whisper as he rolled onto his side, draping his arm over your stomach. You turned to face him, pressing your hand against his stubbly cheek. “How do you always look so beautiful so early in the morning?” He quizzed with a sleepy smile that made your heart flutter.

“I just watch and learn from you,” you answered then giggled when he chuckled. “How’d you sleep?” You asked, running your fingers through his hair which was so much fluffier when he didn’t have any product in it. He groaned as he stretched and you knew sleeping on something other than a bed was starting to take a toll on the body. “Think it’s about time we tear down the fort and sleep in the bedroom?”

“Probably,” he chuckled, resting his arm on your stomach again. “I do like sleeping in this fort though.” You nodded in agreement as you admired the interior; it was a lot prettier at night as there were fairy lights you could turn on. “Mckenna did a great job decorating it, I don’t think we could’ve pulled it off without the kid.”

“Neither,” you agreed with a nod. “She’s pretty talented, that one.” You smiled when you remembered you were having her over again soon. “I can’t wait to see how well my bake day is going to be with her as my sous-chef, I bet she’ll be more helpful than you.” He scoffed, pretending to be more offended than he actually was. “All you do is distract me, I never get anything done with you in the kitchen.”

“And that’s a bad thing?” He smirked and you laughed, squirming when he tickled your sides. “I’m the best sous-chef and you know it,” he poked your cheek and you rolled your eyes, nodding mockingly. “Say it, Y/N.” He tickled your sides again and you laughed. “Say I’m the best sous-chef, say it.” He urged as he continued to tickle you.

“You’re the best sous-chef!” You managed through your laughter and he stopped, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him. “You’re the best sous-chef, okay?” You caressed his face in your hand and you rested your forehead against his. “You’re the best sous-chef, the best actor, the best boyfriend. You’re the best everything, Chris,” you told him, smiling as you lost yourself in his kind eyes. “And I love you,” you whispered, completely unaware that that was the first time you’d ever told him that.

“What?” His eyes widened and his lips parted; he may have been waiting to hear those three words for a while now, but it still took him by surprise. “Did you just-” He cut himself off when he saw panic wash over you. “No no no,” he chuckled as he tried to calm you down. “Don’t um- Don’t freak out, Y/N. It’s a good thing, you love me. It’s- it’s fantastic.” You pulled away from him and sat up, burying your face in your hands. “Hey,” he sat up and placed his hand on your back. “Y/N, listen to me. I’m-”

“I’m going to go start breakfast,” you said and quickly scrambled out of the fort and to your feet. Chris followed you, chuckling softly. Your panic rose as you felt his presence right behind you. “Do you want pancakes?” You tried to quicken your pace only to have him stop you by grabbing your wrist in his hand. “You don’t want pancakes?” You mumbled nervously when he spun you around, eyes watching you with an intense gaze.

“Can you shut up for a second?” He asked and you pressed your lips together; he chuckled softly then smiled as he whispered, “I love you too.” Your heart rid itself of all that horror and panic, and sang a thousand melodies. “I love you so much, Y/N. You don’t even know how long I’ve been wanting to tell you how much. If you didn’t say it then, I would’ve said it at breakfast. I just-” he cut himself off, licking his lips. “You’re the love of my life and I’m in-love with you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Are you serious?” He laughed and you bit back your smile. “Yes,” he cupped your face tightly in his hands, “I am absolutely sure that I am one hundred percent in-love with you. I’m thirty-six, sweetheart. I wouldn’t be with you if I wasn’t sure you’re the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. I think I should be the one asking that question seeing as you’re the baby in the relationship,” he chuckled when you scoffed, slapping his chest ever so gently. “So are you sure?”

“I loved you even before you knew my name, Chris Evans,” you responded, wrapping your arms around his neck. He smiled, releasing your face to wrap his arms around your body to pull you as close as he possibly could to him. “So yes, I am very, very sure that I’m in-love with you.”

“Good,” he smiled. “Because I’ve got great plans to marry and spend the rest of my life with you.” You smiled and tipped your head, inching closer to his lips as he inched closer to yours. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too,” you smiled then kissed him.

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Series Title: True Love Gave to Me

Chapter Title: Day 19 - Mistletoe

Character: Issac “Ike” Evans

TV: Magic City

Warnings: None. Fluff!

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner

Tag: @averymerryspnxmas

He did it. Issac “Ike” Evans managed to pull off the biggest Christmas party manageable by any hotel in the Miami area.

All the rooms at the Miramar Playa were booked, the drinks still flowing at the bar and folks just having a good damn time, all in the Christmas spirit.

Ike sat on the steps that led the upper lounge area, sipping on a Scotch.

Over in the corner, cleaning up a spill, was a gorgeous woman named Y/N Fitzgerald. She wasn’t one of his main workers; she was a friend of one the cooks who had offered to help when a few of his other employees decided to lay out.

“Ouch!” She hissed, holding her hand.

Ike immediately got up to check on her.

“What happened?” He asked, squatting down and taking her hand.

She winced as he checked the cut, “The tumbler had a chip on the rim of it. I didn’t see it until I knicked myself.”

Taking a cloth from his pocket, he dab at the blood that had seeped from the small cut, “Doesn’t seem too bad. Come on, let’s get this patched up.”

With his one hand holding the cloth to the cut, he grabbed her elbow with the other, helping her stand.

Quietly and quickly, he led her back to the office.

Her skin was soft, Ike realized as he sat her down in a chair; his fingers grazing her arm as he let her go.

Rounding his desk, he got out the first aid kit and went back to her. He knelt at her feet, taking out an antiseptic wipe and a bandaid.

He looked up at her to see if she was alright and he couldn’t help himself when he saw the actual color of her eyes.

They twinkled as she blushed under his gaze.

“I’m such a klutz.” She said softly, smiling.

Ike blinked, giving a low chuckle, “Let me see that hand.”

She held it out to him, watching him intently as he unwrapped the previously pristine cloth.

“This might sting a little,” he warned, gently wiping down the cut.

Her eye twitched as it stung. Ike leaned over, blowing softly on it. His lips were close enough that he could have kissed her hand.

Guilt coursed through him as his mind began to wander and think of what he’d give just to kiss this beautiful woman.

His precious wife, Amelia, had passed just two years ago. He wanted to move on, to let her be able to rest, but it was just so damn difficult to.

“Are you okay Mr. Evans?” She asked, tilting her head to the side.

Ike cleared his throat, “Yeah.”

Taking the bandaid, he wrapped his around her finger and gathered the small amount of trash.

“Thank you,” Y/N said, placing her hand back in her lap.

One of the wait staff came into the office, panting, “We need you out here Mr. Evans. Mr. Reynolds is demanding to see you.”

“Christ.” Ike cursed.

Going over to Y/N, he helped her stand.

“Mr. Reynolds is quite the character, isn’t he?” She asked, laughter in her voice.

Ike laughed, “When he’s had a few drinks, yes.”

Crossing over into the lounge area, Ike put pressure on Y/N’s elbow to stop her.

“Listen, I was won-”

“Kiss her, damnit!” Mr. Reynolds yelled, his gait wobbly.

Ike looked completely lost, only to raise a brow at Y/N when he heard her giggle.

She pointed above their heads, “Mistletoe.”

“Do it!”

“Kiss her!”

Some more people joined Mr. Reynolds in cheering him on.

He looked down into her eyes again, the twinkle still there, “I understand if you don’t-”

“It’s alright Mr. Evans.” She said, softly.

Jesus Christ! Her saying his name like that did bad things to him.

Taking a chance, he cupped her cheek, his thumb caressing the dimple at the corner of her smile.

Ike brought Y/N in closer, lowering his lips to hers. They kept their eyes open for a brief second, closing as soon as his lips took hold of her bottom lip.

Her small gasp as he pulled back, only to connect again, made him want to taste her even more.

Carefully, his tounge peeked out, the tip running across her top lip.

The kiss soon turned heated as the crowd cheered them on.

At the feel of her tounge caressing his, Ike knew that they had to end their kiss before something else happened.

He always thought himself a gentleman and he by no means wanted to tarnish Y/N Fitzgerald’s reputation for a harlot. He pulled back enough to look at her, licking his lips.

He was surprised to not taste any lipstick, which was welcoming in many ways.

She didn’t need hardly any product on her smooth skin anyhow.

“Stay, afterwards?” He asked, his voice deep with want.

Y/N bit her bottom lip, plumping it up even further, “Yes, Mr. Evans.” She whispered.

“Ike.” He simply said.

Y/N took a finger, running it over his smoothly shaven jaw, “Yes, Ike.”

With one last peck, she left his embrace, returning back to her duties.

This woman… this magnificent creature, was one that would stay and haunt his dreams forever.

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Spring Seaon / First Impression

Ahh how much I waited for this spring season. There wasn’t any season so far I have been looking more forward to and I’m glad that it’s as great as expected. Doing a first impression on a season is like a tradition for me now and it’s always fun doing that. I just love it when a new season starts and everything is so fresh and new. New openings, new endings, new animation etc. Just like in every other season I try out every show. This way I’m able to find anime which are better then expected. But enough talking let’s start with the anime.

Yamada-kun and the Seven Witches

This anime was one of those anime I have been waiting for. It’s clearly not the first anime to use this body switching story but the way it does that is quite funny. The manga runs in a Shounen Magazine but the mangaka is actually female which is why the character design kinda have bits of both styles be it shounen or shoujo. The first episode itself was pretty standard for a body switching story. Both are checking out there manly or womanly features when they change and they are both obviously trying to turn back. Still as mentioned it was a pretty entertaining episode and I really liked it. The opening was really nice and I liked the animation. Specially the expressions of the characters were funny mainly Ryu. Definetly going to be an enjoyable show.

Kyoukai no Rinne

I love Rumiko Takahashi. I loved every work of her so far be it Maison Ikkoku, Ranma ½ or Inuyasha. When I heard that Rin-Ne is getting an adaption I was really looking forward to it and after watching the first 2 eps it seems like a fun show. The story here is also pretty basic. It’s about a highschooler who can see spirits. During the story she meets the “shinigami” (of sorts) Rinne who she is helping with some cases. It seems like this show will be overall a lighthearted show with nothing standing out. I’m actually suprised that this will be 25 episodes as I don’t see that this anime could get that popular. This doesn’t mean that I didn’t liked Rin-Ne. I love Rumiko’s eccentric style and characters and it’s always fun seeing there interactions. The character design are typical Rumiko too which I love a lot and the opening is really good too.Overall this seems like another enjoyable show from Rumiko and I’m looking forward to more.

The Heroic Legend of Arslan

This was one of those shows the most people were waiting for. Of course it is the novel is really popular after all which got a popular manga daption and now it’s back with Arakawas style. What else could you need to build up hype. And after seeing the first episode (haven’t seen the second yet) I do think that this could be one of the best anime of this season. The plot is pretty interesting and I like the setting too. Someone did their research even though I find that problematic with bombarding us with information since the most of us are going to forget anyway which rank who has etc. The animation of this show is quite good even though they do use CGI at times. The character designs are something I really like to. It reminds me of FMA and it’s obvious that Arakawa is behind the designs. Not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing that the characters look so similair though. The opening was okay not really my style to be honest but I’m definetly waiting for more Arslan and I hope it won’t dissapoint me.

Fate/stay night Unlimited Bladeworks Season 2

Everyone’s favorite Fate/stay is back too and as some of you know I’m not really the biggest fan of this show. I just don’t understand why people worship this anime so much. This being said I don’t dislike the anime. The animation is too good to dislike it. It seems like this season could be more interesting then the last one so let’s see what will happen.

Plastic Memories

Remember how I said that I watch every show since I could find good series I would never think I would like. Plastic Memories really suprised me. After watching the first 2 episodes I can say for sure that I really enjoy watching this. The plot is rather unique and I like the characters. Tsukasa our main character is new at the android production conglomerate Sai’s Terminal Service Department. They are responsible for the retrieval of expiring specimens. The androids this company builds only live for 9 years then the company have to get them back. For each retrieval there is a team of two peoples responsible. Tsukasa is in a team with the android Isla. I think you can pretty much guess where this is leading too. Despite starting light hearted the first episode ended really sad. Obviously the people are having a relationship with the android after 9 years so we can expect a lot of emotions. Also Isla is a very interesting character. Not the typical moe and clumsy character (she kinda have both sides but it’s potrayed differently then it normally gets) but very likeable in her own way. So what can I say ? Great beginning, good animation, interesting plot and good characters. This show couldn’t start better and is easily one of the best show this season so far.

Owari no Seraph

Two episodes are out but I have only watched one so far. This anime is about Vampire. Vampire are difficult for me. Since Twilight exist Vampires started to suck. Ahem. Anyway this show started the most typical way it could. Like seriously it couldn’t get more typical. Angry young man aka Eren Jäger is very mad since the Vampires are evil and treating the kids in a bad way. But where do the Vampires come from you ask ? In the world of Owari no Seraph a virus is killing everyone older then 13. A good opportunity for the Vampires to appear and enslave mankind. The kids have to work for the Vampires and our angry young man is obviously not happy with that. So what happens ? As emo and mad he is he is trying to run away from there together with his happy little family. But can they do that ? That’s the question. To be honest with all the things I said I found this anime pretty entertaining and actually liked it. It’s nothing new and it’s so freaking obvious that all the anime fans will love this since this has all those things that makes an anime popular. Emo hero, blood and tragic back story. But even with all that it’s certainly not a bad show and I guess I will like this overall. Such a mainstream fan I am ts ts.


Oh look ! Another girl who can see spirits. Japan sure do like characters who can see spirits. The first episode of this anime pretty much gave me the same feeling as Rin-Ne. Lighthearted show which is fun to watch but nothing more.

Shokugeki no Souma

Ever had an orgasm while eating ? Flying clothes while you enjoy your steak ? Did you felt like you’re getting raped by an octopus while you enjoy your meal ? No ?This is the main dish in Food Wars. Ecchi and Food that’s how we can sum up Food Wars. I actually read like 10 chapters before this anime so I knew what was going to happen. Even then some fanservice scenes suprised me here and made me question my life. While I think that the first episode really sucked since it was way too much the second episode was quite funny and enjoyable. I guess as long as you don’t take this show too seriously it won’t hurt watching it.

Is It Wrong to Try and Pick up Girls in a Dungeon ?

Hell yes it is. You don’t do that. Dungeons are evil and so are the girls in it. But who aren’t evil are our two main characters. Bell and Hestia are the names of our two main characters and I really have to say that I like the interactions between them. It’s another anime which has this online game vibe but I found it quite enjoyable. The first episode was rather okayish but specially the second episode changed my opinion about this anime and made me like it. Definetly not a show for everyone but I like it.

Nisekoi Season 2

I’m being honest I didn’t liked the first episode. i found it dissapointing. This has many reasons. First Chitoge is my least favorite character of Nisekoi (even though I found some of the faces hilarious in this episode) and second it was just plain boring. The whole episode Chitoge was trying to make Raku notice her and it almost felt like some filler or something. Yeah and there is not really much else to say. The animation improved a bit and I like the Opening. I really hope the next episode of Nisekoi is going to be better.

My Teen Romantic Comedy SNAFU TOO!

Hell yes it’s back. I already showed my love in a blog before where I talk about the first episode. But the second episode made me love it even more. It’s so great to see that this anime is still as good as the first season and I’m loving the new animation and character designs. Both girls are looking fantastic and Hikigaya’s new design fits perfectly. Also I’m already liking the opening and ending a lot and I can’t wait for the full releases. If you haven’t watched it yet then go and watch season 1.


Do I actually need to say something ? Favorite anime. Is. Back. After. I . Waited. For. Almost. 2. Years. Nuff. Said. (and I showed my love in the other blog already)

Ore Monogatari !!

Madhouse I love you. I need to say this in every season. I would like to stop but the problem is that they always give me the reason to love them in each season. Ore Monogatari had such a great and enjoyable start that I’m sure that this anime will end up being on of my favorite anime overall. So likeable characters and it seems like this is going to be a very enjoyable romance story. The animation is as expected from Madhouse fantastic. It’s so colorful and detailed that I don’t even feel like moving my eyes away for a second. So give me more Madhouse I can’t wait for the next episode.

Hibike! Euphonium

Talking about good animation. We shouldn’t forget about Kyoani. I’m a big fan of Kyoani anime and this seems to be no expection. It’s interesting to finally see different instruments in a music anime then just piano, guitar etc. I also was suprised by the main character as I expected her to be this typical moe character but I’m glad that she is so blunt lol. The story is pretty simple actually and the pacing of it is.. well what pacing ? We see everything the way Kumiko does (our main character) and the lightness and pacing of this anime wouldn’t work for every animation studio. But Kyoto Animation is not just some animation studio and they can make every so unimportant scene entertaining. Apart from the character and the story I have to talk about the animation again. The high quality animation of Kyoani is really amazing. And not only because it’s so fluid or detailed but also the filmic directions is soo good that every second of this show is enjoyable. So bring it on Kyoani .

I Can’t Understand What My Husband Is Saying Second Season

Well not much to say actually. If you loved the first season you will love this too.

It’s short and quite funny.

Few anime where I have watched the first episode but no opinion so far:

-Kekkai Sensen

-Hello!! Kiniro Mosaic


-Houkago no Pleiades (TV)

-Mikagura Gakuen Kumikyoku


-Urawa no Usagi-chan

Dropped without any questions

-Show by Rock

-Vampire Holmes

-Triage X

AN: 1,000 FOLLOWERS ARE YOU KIDDING!? You guys are the best omg XD! Anyway, thank you for the anon that sent this! *The gif is not mine, found on google. Please ignore any spelling errors! Xoxoxoxo :3

That gif literally represents Pietro sliding into my heart

Pairing: Pietro (AoU) X Reader

Prompt: hi okay im just sending this in bc if I don’t I’ll forget and yeah but whenever you can, could you do an imagine where the reader is clint’s niece and pietro likes her a lot but clint is very, very protective of her please? thank you!


“I Didn’t See That Coming”

You plopped your bags at your feet as the team began to come up to you and hug you. Most of them you had only met once or twice so it was some-what awkward, but when Natasha came up to say high to you it was like talking to a long-lost sister.

You loved visiting Clint’s work and seeing all of the Avengers, it was kind of amusing seeing all of the “Earth’s Mightiest Hero’s” offering to make you tea or watch a movie with you.

“Uncle Clint,” You called when you saw that he was starting to head back outside to get the rest of your bags from the car. “I can get them later. You haven’t seen your team in weeks, work on catching up with them.”

“I forgot how sweet you were Y/N.” You heard Steve say in a brotherly sort of way. “Your Uncle should be thankful that he has such a nice niece.”

Clint rolled his eyes in your direction, then picked up your bags and quickly went down the hall to drop them off by your door.

You turned around to talk to Tony who was behind you, and that’s when you felt a breeze.

You looked over your shoulder to see a blue and silver streak zoomed past you. The bluish grey mix of colors slid backward at a much slower pace, revealing a young man with a confused look etched onto his face.

He came to a full pause and scrunched his eyebrows together. “Who are you?”

You quickly spun around to face the man, and you were shocked at how beautiful he looked. His face was perfectly shaped and framed by his mess of bleach-blond hair, none of which were as impressive as his electric blue eyes.

When he fully saw you, his eyes widened and his hand shot up to the collar of his shirt, pulling it away from his neck nervously. He looked you up and down, memorizing every curve of your body. His eyes started at your feet and slowly made their way up, and when they hit your eyes you felt your heart beating ten times faster than it was.

You swallowed and he bit his bottom lip.

“So you should get settled in your r–oh, hell no.”

You broke your gaze with the Slavakian speedster and spun on your heels to see Clint, who had his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes narrowed at the man you were just eyeing.

“There better not be anything going on between you and my niece, Pietro.” Clint said.

Pietro… You thought with a small smile.

Pietro’s eyes widened at the fact that you were related to Clint, but soon were cast to the ground as he mumbled, “Absolutely nothing’s going on, old man.”

Tony snorted from right next to you. “Are you kidding me? They were practically undressing each other with their eyes right in front of us, you hormonal kids.”

You blushed, you had pretty much forgotten that the team was in the room once you saw Pietro fly in.

“Oh, don’t worry about it.” Natasha said, giving you a comforting grin then turning to Clint. “They were just surprised, neither of them had met before. Tony’s just exaggerating.”

Tony gasped dramatically and covered his “wounded” heart with his hand.

Clint sighed and nodded at her, “You better be telling the truth, Nat.” Clint motioned for you to follow him.

Oh, you were going to love it here.


Two days had passed and you had’t even seen Pietro. You figured that after seeing Clint threaten him like that he was doing everything in his power to avoid you. 

But, you convinced yourself that it was probably for the better. There was no point in harboring a crush for a boy that was never going to return it.

You rolled over on your bed and looked up at the ceiling, sighing in boredom.

You had been born just as human as Clint was, at at some points you wished that you hadn’t been. All the Avengers use their abilities to do good, and even Clint, Natasha, and Tony had found ways to help save the world on more than one occasion. You, on the other had, weren’t built like them. You didn’t have insane combat skills, an unnaturally large brain…the only thing you were decent at was shooting an arrow, and that was only because Clint had been teaching you since you were able to hold a bow.

You wished that you could train, or do something productive like all the others were doing. At times you would help Tony out in the lab, but this particular day he had told you that he needed to be alone for some intense experiments. You felt like you were a complete waste of space next to all of these amazing heroes, because what did you have to offer? 

You jumped off the bed and began to shuffle through your bags, trying to find the copy of the book that you were reading. After dumping out both your book bag and your suitcase onto the bed, you determined that you must have left it in the car down in the private parking garage.

Groaning, you dragged your feet down the hall and to the elevator. You nearly slammed into Wanda, Pietro’s twin, as she flung open the door and stepped out into the hall.

You never met Wanda formally, she wasn’t there when you first met Pietro and seeing as she always seemed to be attached to him at the hip, you didn’t ever get to see her.

“Sorry.” You mumbled, trying to catch yourself from falling from nearly knocking her over. “I thought everyone was in training, I didn’t expect anyone to be here.”

She smiled, almost in a way that made you think that she had been expecting to run into you. “Oh, no, Pietro and I have a break for now.”

You looked around, trying to see if the white-haired Slovakian was anywhere near, but you had no such luck.

“He’s out, I think he went go get pizza.” Wanda said, almost as if she was reading your thoughts.

“Oh.” You said with flushed cheeks.

“I must go.” Wanda said with a grin plastered onto her crimson lips. “It was very nice meeting you, Y/N.”

You nodded and tried to keep your breathing under control. It was such a strange sensation talking with Wanda, she always seemed to know something that you didn’t.

You shrugged it off and caught the elevator, pressing the button for the underground garage. After no more than a minute, you were in the parking lot. It was quiet and vacant. It wasn’t overly large, but still was big enough for you to get lost in.

You kept your eye out for your uncle’s car as you walked down the rows of spaces, most of which were empty (because honestly, how many car spaces do the Avengers really need?). You finally made your way to his car, but all the blood drained from your face when you saw Pietro Maximoff parking a black SUV right next to the passenger side of Clint’s car.

Pietro,, not noticing your presence, stepped out of the car and pulled out a box of pizza.

You swallowed and cleared your throat to show him that you were there.

His head shot up and his eyes met yours. You could see his breathing quicken. “Y/N…I didn’t see you there…”

You gave him a tight, uncomfortable smile. “Yeah, when your sister told me you went to get pizza I just figured that you ran to get it.”

“No, when I run the breeze makes the pizza cold.” He said. “You talked to my sister?”

You nodded and averted your eyes to the ground. “Yeah, I ran into her.”

“Oh.” Was all he said.

You hated uncomfortable silences. Honestly, why should this be awkward?

“Do you not like me or something?” You asked rather boldly.

You saw Pietro’s eyebrow raise up in questioning. “No, why would you think that?”

“Because you’ve been avoiding me ever since we met.” You said with a frown.

Pietro’s eyes lite up and he set the pizza box on the hood of his car, then took a few steps towards you. “Oh, no Y/N, I do not hate you!”

“So you admit that you’ve been avoiding me then?”

He froze for a moment, then nodded, his eyes full of shame. “Yes. After Clint made it clear that I wasn’t supposed to, you know, see you, I have tried to keep my distance.”

“That was only if we were dating, Pietro.” You said, trying to hide the raw emotion from your voice. “You don’t like me like that.”

“Says who?”

The garage went silent as you stared at each other, both of your cheeks were rosy red.

“Well…do you?” You asked, though you weren’t entirely sure if you wanted to know his answer.

In a split second, Pietro was in front of you, both hands on your shoulders and his eyes looking straight into yours. “If I say yes, will you run away?”

Breathlessly, you shook your head no. He swallowed, then slowly leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. It was a strange sensation; his hands gripping your shoulders and pulling you close, your lips softly sliding over his, and his bleach hair tickling your forehead.

As the kiss grew more urgent, he lifted you up in his arms and zoomed you over to the hood of his car. He shoved the pizza box onto the ground to make room for you, all the while continuing to kiss you with raw desire and passion.

You pulled back and with a nervous laugh said, “Uncle Clint is going to kill you.”

Pietro grinned and pushed his lips against yours again. “I can take that old man any day.”


It was absolutely crazy, and you knew that. A man–an Avenger–that you had only met a few days before was now the only thing on your mind. And, you two were planning on telling Clint about your relationship.

Pietro made it clear that he wanted to date you publically and not in secret, despite Clint’s threating words.

You swallowed and bit your lip nervously as you stood in front of the shooting range, where Clint practices his aim every day.

Pietro zoomed over right next to you, his fingers laced in yours. “I’m sorry I’m a little late, love. Steve kept me in training longer than I expected.”

You looked him over and saw how out of breath he was, partly from training and partly from nerves. Your heart fluttered.

You reached up and ran your free hand through his hair, genially tugging him down to kiss you. His lips were genital and soft, much unlike your first kiss, which was urgent and full of built up emotion.

Before you pulled away, the door slid open, revealing a surmised Tony Stark.

You pulled away quickly and looked at your feet, yet you didn’t let go of his hand.

You would have never guessed that Tony would have been in training with Clint, it didn’t make any sense, especially considering that Tony had said that he was busy working on an experiment.

“Oh, look what we have here.” Tony said with a grin, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning in the doorway. “The two hormonal kids.”

You saw Clint shove past Tony to see what was going on, then looked at you and Pietro suspiciously. “Why are you guys here?”

You both swallowed and looked at each other, trying to decided how to approach it. Neither of you were expecting to have Tony standing there as an audience.

“I…well…” Pietro began to trail off, but Tony waved his hands to interrupt him.

“This would be a great time to show you what I came down here for.” He pulled a folded picture out from the back pocket of his jeans. “You see, I was working on my experiment, when suddenly FRIDAY informed me that there were two people in the garage. So, when I told her to give me a visual she showed me this.”

Tony handed Clint the piece of paper with a smug grin, tacking on in an amused whisper, “I just thought you would want to know.”

You leaned in and saw the picture that your uncle was holding, and you almost passed out in embarrassment.

It was a black and white security footage image of you sitting on the trunk of Pietro’s car and him heavily making out with you. There was absolutely no mistake in it.

Clint looked up from the photo and noticed that you two were holding hands. His expression was unreadable, and for a moment, you could feel Pietro shaking.

“You son of a…” Clint wiped out his hand and punched Pietro right in the face, causing him to stumble backward and hit his back to the wall.


He groaned and held his nose, which was starting to bleed. “I did not see that one coming.”

“Damn straight you didn’t.” Clint said sternly. “And you better treat her right, or next time I’ll use my arrows. Understand?”

“Loud and clear.” He said, and through the blood and watery eyes, you could see him crack a smile.

((Sorry if the end got a little crappy, I hope you all liked it!))

We’ve done something incredible.

After the announcement that The Hunchback of Notre Dame was not going to be transferring to Broadway, the fans were both outraged and heartbroken. Once again, Disney had given the Hunchback fanbase the cold shoulder. 

However, we were not going to go down without a fight-we were going to let Disney know exactly how we felt. We rallied together, signed petitions, sent them letters, and expressed our admiration for Hunchback and its stage productions. Admittedly, I didn’t think anything would come from our efforts–it was just a way to show Disney that the fanbase was alive and well…that we cared and that there was indeed a market for the story that has gotten largely ignored by the company over the years. Still…hopefully, someone would listen.

Thankfully, somebody did listen. Our reward? A cast album! This is absolutely huge. No, it is not the full-fledged Broadway production that many of us were pining for, but it is definitely the next best thing, and it is wonderful. It’s wonderful that we were listened to for what seems to be the very first time. 

Now, I won’t pretend that fan protests are the only reason the album is getting made–I’m sure both Alan Menken and Stephen Schwartz had a great deal to do with it. However, I’m confident that the relentless feedback they were getting is a large reason why this is happening at all. Let’s hope this paves the way for further projects involving Hunchback…here’s to a bright future to Disney’s most brilliant and underrated gem.

Congratulations, everyone. Enjoy the fruits of your labor. I hope you’ll join me in buying the cast album the second it goes on sale! :’)

Imagine Chris realizing he’s in-love with you. (Part B)

A/N: Part 4B, yay! This is honestly taking so long, I’m so sorry. The two of them are just insufferable. 😂 (Unexpected Reader - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A/3B/Part 4A) Enjoy! X

You decided to skip the date with Sam after seeing Chris at your doorstep. You wanted to go, but you couldn’t do it; you couldn’t pretend to be interested in another man. So you left him- looking politely pissed as he was a nice guy and it was fairly obvious you were lying- with the excuse of a family emergency. Sam, compared to the other guys you’d agreed to date before you met Chris, was amazing; he shared your interests, he cared about you, he was funny and good looking and so ridiculously nice. You would’ve been lucky to date him, and you wouldn’t have mind if you had to date him, but that shouldn’t have been how it felt.

Falling in-love shouldn’t have felt like a chore, or like you were settling. You should have felt excitement and passion, but no, you felt nothing. Sam could’ve kissed you and you would’ve felt nothing because your mind would be thinking about Chris and how his lips would feel on yours instead. You knew when you said yes to Sam that you shouldn’t have, now you’d hurt the feelings of the nicest guy in your class because you couldn’t admit the one you were in-love with was Chris.

And now you were too late.

Since you couldn’t go home in fear of running into Chris, you spent your time wandering a mall instead. You bought things you didn’t need to distract yourself because retail therapy was something you always found incredibly effective. You then went to a movie alone, ‘Gifted’ was the movie you decided to watch. Again. This time, however, you entered the theatre feeling more vulnerable than when you watched it the first time. You were lucky there weren’t many people watching a 8:50PM movie on a Thursday night, because you sobbed like a baby and it wasn’t just because of the movie.

The second you saw Chris on screen, you broke down. He was the one and you weren’t going to get the life every being dreamed of when they found their soulmate. There wasn’t going to be a cute proposal, or a wedding. There wasn’t going to be a nice house, or a picket fence, or mini versions of you and him running around. There wasn’t going to be a surprise trips to Rome. There weren’t going to be articles about the two of you being a power couple, or taking home six Oscars with the film you made together. God, you weren’t even going to get to dance with him in your backyard listening to Ed Sheeran’s ‘Perfect’, because life wasn’t perfect and you couldn’t just write a story and expect it to come true.

The movie ended around 11:00PM and you took a cab back to your apartment. In the cab, when you finally turned on your phone- you saw text messages from both Ava and Chris. Ava sent you about five because she was understandably worried and confused by your absence in the apartment. You’d left at 1:30PM for a coffee date, you should’ve been home by 4:00PM at the latest. Ava knew you; you weren’t the type to prolong anything on the first date, especially considering the one you loved wasn’t the one you were with. You sent her a quick ‘I’m okay, on my way home’ text, then replied to Chris’ one which simply asked “are you okay?” Your thumb hovered over the send button as you reread your reply “no, we need to talk.” Were you really going to tell him now? Now that he was in a relationship with someone he undoubtedly could have forever with? Are you honestly that selfish? No, you weren’t. You deleted your four words and responded with a simple one, “perfect.”

The lights were out in the apartment by the time you arrived home, which meant Ava had gone to bed. She’d received and replied to your text; she knew you were okay now, so you’d didn’t blame her for not waiting up even though you could’ve used some company. It was nearly midnight and Ava had classes in the morning, unlike you who didn’t have anything on Fridays. You passed her room on the way to yours and quietly opened her door to leave a bag from Topshop by the foot of her bed; there was a dress you saw that you needed her to have.

“Hey,” you flinched when you heard her voice speak to you in the dark. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” you lied with a forced smile that you were glad she couldn’t see and decipher. But she knew, she could hear it in your voice. “I’m sorry I worried and woke you,” you whispered, patting her foot through her blanket. “Go back to sleep, I’ll talk to you in the morning.”

“There’s something for you in your room,” she told you before rolling over to go back to sleep.

You quietly made your way back out, closing the door behind you. Your eyes narrowed as you walked to your room, you pushed open your ajar door and saw the bouquet of roses Chris had said were Ava’s and an envelope sitting on your bed. You lowered your shopping bags onto the ground and sat down on the edge of your bed as you picked the envelope up. It felt heavy, like there was a long, long letter waiting inside for you. You could tell by the handwriting that it was from Chris, you loved the way he’d scrawl everything else but write your name with utter perfection. You stared at it for a little while, contemplating whether or not you should read it. What could it have been? He always spoke to you in person, why did he need a letter now? Was this a letter ending your friendship because he was in a relationship now and the two of you were too close for Scarlett’s liking? You’d never even met the woman before, could she have known? You were terrified to read it, because what if after reading it, Chris was no longer in your life?

“Grow some fucking balls, Y/N,” you muttered to yourself before carefully ripping the envelope. You were right about it being a long letter, it was at least four pages. You decided to get comfortable before you started reading because you had a feeling it was going to be a bit of a read. Just in case, you grabbed your tissue box and settled it on your lap.

“He wrote a story,” you mumbled to yourself as soon as you caught sight of the first sentence.

She opened the letter wondering what he could possibly have to say to her, wondering why he couldn’t just say it to her in person. She was an irrational person with thoughts beyond herself; an imagination so wild and expectations so high that it both amazed and scared him. He knew when he gave her the letter that her mind would’ve had a hundred thoughts going at full speed before she even read it. She’d think a thousand bad things, and one good, because that was the kind of person she was; she spent her life searching for greatness and striving for perfection that she didn’t believe she deserve. She’d question everything good in her life, like they were just part of a vivid dream that she would wake up from. He was one of those things she questioned, and he didn’t understand it. To him, she was part of the vivid dream he was afraid he’d wake from. To him, he was the lucky one who didn’t deserve a girl like her.

The further she read, the more she realized he was writing her a letter because he felt the same way she did. She knew now why he chose to write instead of speak, because she was the same; she used written words as a way to articulate the constellation of thoughts she couldn’t use spoken words to. She also used her writing as a shield to hide behind so no one could see her cry, or hear how fast her heart was beating. She used writing to make sure she was the only voice one heard, and that was what he needed from her now; to hear him and nothing else.

How was that, Y/N? I’m not as big of a fan as English as you are, but I think I kind of nailed it. I just needed that to capture your attention as well as give you a bit of an introduction to what this letter is going to be about. You’re a writer, an incredibly talented writer, so you should be able to read between the lines of the first two paragraphs and realize that I, too, am in-love with you.

Yes, you read correctly.

I am in-love with you. Read it, read it again. I don’t care how many times you read that line, or this whole letter- I just need you to hear me and understand me. I am in-love with you, Y/N, and I want to be with you. I’m sorry it took me this long to tell you, I just couldn’t until I figure out why I loved you. I didn’t want to start something with you based on an illusion, and I didn’t want to love you because of the series. I wanted to be sure that what I was feeling- what we were feeling was because of who we are when we’re together now, not who were are when we’re in the story. I’m sorry if that doesn’t make sense and I’m sorry if I made you feel like I didn’t want to be with you because I did, and I do. From the moment I saw you at that check in talking to that little boy, Jasper, I wanted to be with you. Then you snapped at me and- God, I knew you were the one. I’m sorry I let fear get in the way, I’m sorry I wasted so much time not being the man you needed. But no more, I’m done being just friends.

I want more, I want a life with you. I’m sorry if I’m being too straight forward, but that is what I want. I know you’re only turning twenty and you’ve got this whole life ahead of you, so I’m not asking you to marry me. Yet. I’m going to marry you, oh- you bet I’m going to marry you. But I don’t have to marry you now, I’m very capable of waiting. I’ve waited almost thirty-six years to meet you, I can wait a little while longer to marry and start a life with you. I want you to go pursue your dreams first, write a screenplay for a big production company and win an Oscar. I’m going to be there with you every step of the way, just as I hope you will be there for me as I continue on my career’s journey.

I wouldn’t normally do something this extreme and futuristic, but you’re not a normal girl. You are the kind of girl who plans her entire life to the tee, you appreciate long term commitments and you don’t do causal well. You’re amazing and I’d be an idiot to let you walk away from me, even my mom said so. You haven’t met her, but she loves you already. If you agree to being with me, you can come with me to Boston on Sunday for the week. I’d love to spend some time with you (as your boyfriend) and have you meet my family before I have to go film Infinity War. I know this is a lot to process in a short amount of time, but I have a feeling you’ve thought about this before so it shouldn’t be hard for you to come up with an answer.

Call me when you’re ready to talk?

You read the last line and nearly fell face first as scrambled to your feet, grabbing your house keys and phone from your bag. There was no way you were going to just call him, you needed to see him in person. The smile on your face since reading the line 'I, too, am in-love with you’ hadn’t faltered. Christopher Robert Evans was in-love with you. It was time to go and do what Ava advised, “just grab that man and kiss him already.”

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Part 5

Pietro Maximoff Imagine: Kisses
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Ugh go away” you groaned quietly as your self made alarm clock continued to beep, waking you from one of the most well deserved sleeps of your life. You and Nat had stayed up into the early hours of the morning trying desperately to find a way to use your power of electricity to transport things. After many unsuccessful tries you finally got one of the boxing gloves from the gym onto the floor in front of Natasha. So you could say you deserved this sleep. 

“I’m sorry y/n, I cannot let you sleep in” the alarm clocked buzzed, it was times like these you regretted making it. Tony had taught you many tricks of the trade, your talking alarm clock being one of the finished products of such.
“Fine” you moaned flipping off the covers before making your way over to the shower. “I hate mornings” your grumbled glancing at the now quiet alarm clock that read 7am. “Why did I have the stupid idea of early starts”.
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The clock was just reaching quarter to eight as you finished applying your favourite pink lipstick that Natasha recommended when you first met, you had to admit you loved this colour on you, it went with your Pink running shirt and black skin tight pants that you lived in. You never really wore any clothes that were different from these types, different shirts and pants obviously, but all like this, it meant that whenever you wanted to train or run or fight; you were always ready.
Sauntering down the stairs, you well-fit trainers giving you almost a bounce in your step as you arrived into the kitchen to see Natasha fixing herself a coffee.

“Morning” you sighed opening the cupboard looking for your breakfast granola bar which you found and grabbed, placing next yo a bottle of water in the fridge.

“Morning I- Jesus is that it again? Do you not fancy nice fatty bacon? Or a strong coffee?” she asked laughing as you began to eat your granola bar slowly.

“No not really, you said it yourself - fatty. I don’t eat fatty things really, or anything unhealthy; it’s just the way I am” you chuckled before finishing the last of your granola bar and chucking the rubbish away.

“Yeah well i’ll give you credit, I couldn’t do it” she said before sipping her coffee, the smell hitting you as she drank.

“Wow you do like it strong” you coughed on the smell lightly making her chuckle into the mug. As Natasha placed the mug back down and began rooting through the cupboards for her own granola bars you felt a light breeze of wind pass through the kitchen, it was weird though you felt it especially on your face.

“I can never work out where the breeze is coming from, not that i’m complaining, Avengers towers, as mighty as it is, needs air-con in the summer.” you complained making Natasha chuckle once again.

As she turned around, she looked at you for a moment before continuing, “What happened to the lipstick it was pretty, why did you wipe it off?” she questioned before opening her granola bar and taking a small bite.

“Oh - I didn’t. Huh that’s weird, maybe it came off when I was eating” you shrugged, pulling the lipstick out of your zipper pocket on your pants and using the toaster as a mirror to re-apply it all.

After placing your lipstick back and zipping up your pocket you turned to Natasha and spoke. “I’m gonna go for a run, wanna join me?” you offered to which Natasha shook her head.

“You know I can’t keep up literally, you run as fast as Pietro, and that’s his thing! Oh but don’t tell him I said that” she snickered making you chuckle and nod.

“Whatever you say” you smiled before making your way down the stairs and out of the building stopping outside the front doors to take a few deep breaths before you started to run. It was amazing, the feel was amazing. You loved, running was your life. The feeling of your problems being unable to catch up; you loved it. Then you felt it again, the breeze flow past you and that feeling once again on your lips. It felt as if there was something on them, something rough yet gentle pressing against them for a nanosecond before leaving you. Whatever it was, it needed to stop because each time it was making your lips tingle.
You ran until your legs could take no more, it was no doubt a record, not only for the fastest your abilities had gone, but the longest you had ran like that also. You were panting, it was good your makeup was always sweat-proof, otherwise there would be a melting panda upon your face. It was all there, except your lipstick, you never stopped to fix it as there was constant breezes only hitting you, catching against your face and you knew just by touching your lip it had somehow taken a little bit of your lipstick off.

After re-applying it once again, you walked back into Avengers towers and straight into the gym. You sometimes wondered why you ever wore lipstick because for the past few weeks this has been happening, you always felt a slight breeze and  a tingle upon your lips, but you never thought anything of it ever.

Walking into the gym you laid eyes on a panting Pietro. “Worn yourself out their Sonic” you chuckle watching as you sped over to you stopping you in your tracks.

“I am perfectly fine” he replied trying to hide his panting breaths. Pietro never got tired like this from training, he gets tired like this from running past his supersonic speed. But you didn’t see him, he must have hid from you as you both run the same tracks. Thats when it hit you, furrowing your brows you looked at Pietro’s lips and noticed a few patches of rather pink looking spots, it looked like your lipstick. In fact you were certain. That was your lipstick, it was Pietro.

“It was you?” you questioned watching him smirk before blushing a little. “You were kissing me? That’s what the breeze was, your supersonic speed? That’s why you’re so tired, you had to run faster than fast. Wait you? Why were you kissing me?” you asked watching as he blushed a little more.

“You’re beautiful” he whispered placing a hand on your cheek before leaning against your lips again, that amazing feeling except it was longer this time, not just nanoseconds, you could actually feel his presence. It was amazing.
“Why didn’t you just kiss me normally?” you asked once again pulling away just a little, you could still feel his hot breath hitting your mouth.

“I’m crazy for you and I know the feeling isn’t mutual”

“It is” you spoke interrupting him completely but you couldn’t listen to him like that. “It is mutual, of course I’m crazy about you also you idiot, I never stop staring” you laugh kissing him once again, but this time it was much more passionate, his large hands placed themselves on your waist carefully as if you were glass.

“Freaking finally” Natasha laughed making you both pull apart.

“You knew about this?” you exclaimed watching as she smiled.

“Oh yeah, and you can thank me later for getting you laid” she laughed making you blush.

“She’s not wrong though” Pietro smirked making you turn even redder.

As embarrassing as it was, even you knew she wasn’t wrong.

•IMAGINE: Sam and Dean show up at your door, claiming to be the contractors that arrive late to look at the space you’re wanting to remodel in your newly bought house - the basement. But are they who they say they are? And why does the one in the leather jacket keep staring at you?• ~Dean x reader~

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                                    “The Man with No Eyes” pt. 3

When the familiar knock sounded at the front door, you jumped a mile into the air.  You surveyed your appearance in your full-body mirror one last time. Your clothes were passable (you gave extra attention to your shirt choice, making sure that it hugged your curves and was a notable 80s Rock band).  Your makeup was as good as it was going to get, and with relief you realized that you could blame the redness on lack of sleep and allergies.  You shining hair was in light waves and caught the light as it cascaded down your shoulders, and you had to admit, it looked pretty damn good.  You had been drenched in sweat and dust yesterday, the boys would hardly recognize you now.

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How To Mend a Broken Heart

by Alex O’Brien, Mosaic Science

Haskell Karp was 37 when he suffered his first heart attack, and over the next ten years he suffered a variety of related problems. By 1969 even the slightest effort, like combing his hair or brushing his teeth, would bring on chest pain or extreme shortness of breath. There are four grades of heart failure under the classification determined in 1928 by the New York Heart Association; Karp’s was classified as grade IV, the most severe.

The surgeon who treated him at St Luke’s Hospital, Texas, in 1969 was an energetic man called Denton Cooley. “The man had a big dilated heart and I hoped we could reduce the size of that heart, so it could regain some of its own function,” says Cooley. But Karp did not respond well to the treatment; half of his heart was beyond repair. Cooley had expected this. He’d discussed it with Karp before the surgery: “I don’t think your heart’s going to be strong enough to tolerate this operation,” he’d told him. But Cooley had made a suggestion: if Karp’s heart were to be too weak at the end of the operation, how about taking a replacement ­– an experimental artificial heart they’d been developing in the lab.

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Imagine you and Chris sending out ‘Save the Date’ cards.

A/N: Epilogue 😊 And don’t worry, no break needed this time. Chapter 5 is being written as we speak, and I cannot wait to share it with all of you. ❤️❤️❤️You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, and ‘She Said Yes’ - Masterlist; ‘Miss Graduate’: Part 1/Part 2A/2B/2C/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5A/5B/5C)

Sunday was spent writing 'Save the Date’ cards at the Gucci headquarters. Why at the Gucci headquarters? Well, Gucci and their visual design team kindly offered to design your 'Save the Date’ cards seeing as you were marrying one of their spokespeople. They even offered to do the wedding invitations, except that task had already been snatched up by Kevin Feigi who was pulling some major strings with Disney so the two of you could have a Disney themed invite.

You’d discussed having a full blown themed wedding, but decided against it after looking at themed weddings on Pinterest. Classy and elegant with subtle hints- like a classic white and gold wedding invitation that had Mickey and Minnie’s silhouettes as a watermark, and the Disney castle in gold glitter on the header. That was more your speed, and anything you liked- Chris loved; he just wanted to marry you. As much as you both liked Disney, you both were in agreement when it came to not wanting the best day of your life to look like a children’s birthday party.

Your wedding was to happen on the 28th of September as the two of you met on the 28th of February. You joked saying you picked the twenty-eighth so Chris could “have an easier time remembering our anniversaries.” His response “I could never forget the best days of my life” rendered you speechless, leaving you to do the only thing you could when he bested you; kiss him.

“Thank you so much, Adriana,” you squeezed her hand. Adrianna was the head of the design team and the one that came up with the elegant black and gold 'Save the Date’ cards; 'Save the Date: 28th of September - Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N are tying the knot’ written in breathtaking calligraphy. “We can’t thank you and your team enough. Aren’t they beautiful, Chris?” You held up a card for him to see, chuckling when you saw him lost in his thoughts.

It didn’t look like there was anything negative on his mind, after all there was nothing to complain or worry about- he’d everything he’d ever wanted. You’d finally agreed to end the long engagement and was starting to plan the wedding with him. You’d also met with Emilia and had a discussion about your future in Hollywood if you were to write your love story.

Emilia had given you a rundown at the meeting, explaining that it would be at least three years of focus on one piece. First you had to write the script, until you did that- there was nothing to proceed with. But once you had your piece, you could start pitching; you could decide on a production company, and find the right director to tell your story. After that, the company you signed with would sort out the copyright, movie rights, and other legal issues before you moved on to the financial budgeting, location scouting, and casting. There was a ton to do, but like Emilia reminded you before you left her office, “the script is the most important thing. We cannot start the process if you don’t write the script. Whether or not you choose to sell your story to Sony Pictures, I urge you to start writing. This could be the next big thing, the last thing you want is for someone to swipe it from you.” When she said that, the angst built in the pit of your stomach.

That had always been a concern, it’d been a concern for you since you started posting on Tumblr. You were always worried about someone stealing your ideas and stories, sometimes it’d even keep you up at night. There were times where you’d find other writers posting scarily similar stories to yours, forcing you to consider shutting down your Tumblr to protect your intellectual material. Then Chris would sit you down and remind you that “people can steal your ideas, but they can’t steal your talent.” So though Emilia words worried you, you knew Chris was right. You could wait a little while, get through the wedding and the honeymoon first then get to work when January rolled around. You already had Emilia’s attention and promise that she’d have you in whenever you’d finished writing.

The thing you didn’t tell Emilia, or Chris- for obvious reasons- was you’d already written the story. It wasn’t in script form, but it was done and ready to be turned into a script. You were a writer, you wrote about everything so the story began the second you met Chris. You may not have always shared what you wrote with people, but you wrote about everything- all your experiences; the good, the bad, and the wonderful. You kept it a secret because you wanted to marry Chris first, you knew if you told him- he’d put you and your dreams first, rushing everything else so you could get to work as soon as possible. But you didn’t want to rush your wedding or your honeymoon, you didn’t want to rush what was most important to you: Chris.


He tapped the blank card and gold pen in his right hand, and his left clenched fist, against the table’s glass surface as he continued to lose himself in his thoughtless daydream. It wasn’t until you waved a hand that he snapped out of it and gave you one of his adorable smiles. You found yourself smiling too as you held up the card to which he nodded at with the same smile, “that looks awesome. Sorry,” he chuckled, releasing card and pen from his grip. “I’m just thinking.”

“About what?” You asked, leaving Adriana and her team to continue their work to walk over to Chris. He wheeled his chair back, patting his lap; you shook your head because you were surrounded by people and not in the privacy of your own home. “Is everything okay?” You quizzed, taking the empty chair next to him.

“Everything’s perfect,” he assured you, taking your hands. “I’m just daydreaming, nothing important’s running through this chunk of wood.” He knocked on his head and you giggled, squeezing his hands. “I don’t know, I think I’m just daydreaming about our wedding. I mean- it’s in three months, that’s insane.”

“It is,” you nodded, smiling. “And it’s weird, 'cause just a few days ago when we discussed getting married- I felt so blindsided. But now, I’m okay. I’m ready to do this, like- I want to get married and play house with you,” you joked and he laughed. “Speaking of house, are we thinking of moving back to Boston after we get married or are we going to stay here?”

“I think we focus on the now first,” he answered. “Let’s just get through the wedding and go enjoy our honeymoon, then when we come back- we’ll sort out everything else. We don’t know where your upcoming job is going to need you, I think we make a decision based on that.” You nodded with pursed lips, feeling guilty about lying about the status of your story. “What’s wrong?”

“If I tell you something, will you promise not to react the way you want to?”

“I can’t promise you anything if I don’t know what you’re talking about, sweetheart.”

“You got me there,” you chuckled softly and he nodded, smiling. “I just- It’s not a big deal, so don’t freak out when I tell you that I actually…” You trailed off, then mumbled under your breath, “finished writing the story already.”

“What?” He frowned. “What do you mean you’re finished?”

“I wrote about us in real time, Chris,” you explained. “Whatever happened, I wrote as it happened. But I didn’t write with an intention to do anything about it, it was just for us. I don’t know, maybe even for our future children.” He ran a thumb over his bottom lip as he pondered for an appropriate reaction. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to feel like we had to rush things. I know you want this for me, but I want you more. I could never do anything that would jeopardize my time with you just to become a famous screenwriter.”

“So what you’re saying is you went behind my back instead, lying 'cause you felt like you had a better perspective of what we needed as a couple.” He raised a brow, trying not to smile; you nodded sheepishly. The two of you really were too similar. “Oh sweetheart,” he chuckled and hugged you. “I made the right choice marrying you.”

“I made the right choice marrying you too,” you smiled, kissing his cheek as he pulled away. “Emilia said she’d meet with me whenever I’m done, and I am- I’ve only got to convert it into script form. As soon as we return from our honeymoon, I’ll do that and I’ll go meet with her and start walking the path you so selflessly found for me.”

“Sounds like a plan, my future Mrs. Evans.” His smile reached his eyes when he said 'Mrs. Evans’. You chuckled, baring your perfect teeth as you grinned. “A perfect plan,” he leaned forward and pressed his lips against your forehead.

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Chapter 5 ❤️

Imagine date night with Chris.

A/N: Chapter 8, Part 5 of ‘Beginnings’ ❤️ You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series: ‘Perfect’ - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Fated’ - Masterlist; Chapter 8: ‘Beginnings’: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4)

Thanksgiving brought your little family back to Chris’ big family in Boston. The holiday schedule was worked out a while back, after you and Chris had to spend three big holidays apart. Because last Thanksgiving was spent in LA, this year’s would be spent in Boston. Your parents were a little bummed they weren’t going to be there for Jack’s first Thanksgiving, but seeing as they had Jack for his first Christmas- they couldn’t really complain. Lisa did invite them out to Boston too, but her invitation was politely declined as the rest of your family would’ve gotten upset if your parents weren’t around to host their annual Thanksgiving dinner party. You agreed to FaceTime them before dinner so your whole family could see their grandson; not everyone in your family had met Jack yet, so the video call was highly sought after. You had also promised to call the Stan family so you could exchange holiday pleasantries. It’d been a long time since you last saw them, in person that was. You scheduled a FaceTime call at least once a week so your babies could familiarize themselves with their godparents and each other.

The four of you to flew into Boston on a Wednesday afternoon. Scott picked you all up at the airport and took you back to Lisa’s where you settled in Chris’ childhood bedroom as the house he’d bought thirty-four minutes away was still unfurnished. You celebrated Thanksgiving on the Thursday with Chris’ family and friends. Lisa threw a huge dinner party that really started at lunch time, giving you and Chris a chance to introduce Jack to everyone who was yet to meet him. The crowd was slightly overwhelming for your little one, halfway through being passed from Uncle Scott to Uncle Matt- he started bawling, forcing you and Chris to take him and hide out in the bedroom for a while. Dodger padded after the three of you because everywhere Jack went, he followed. Chris had to pace the room for a good ten minutes before Jack calmed down and dozed off. The two of you stayed and made sure Jack was off in dreamland before rejoining the party; Dodger stayed even after Chris asked if he wanted to come with the two of you. Chris pouted as the two of you made your way downstairs, grumbling “looks like he’s found himself a new best bud.” You laughed and gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

Friday was spent at Carly’s. You and Jack hung out inside with Shanna, Carly, and Lisa; Chris and Dodger ran wild outside with the boys and men, tossing a football around. All the while Chris was running around with Miles and Ethan, getting tackled by them- he thought about Jack and how it wouldn’t be long until his son was going to be able to join in on the fun. He was excited, like really excited. It was trivial, but it was also a right of passage for every father and son so who could blame him? He got excited every time football Sunday came around and Jack wore his little Patriots jersey. He’d take a dozen photos while he rambled on about how great it’d be when Jack was old enough to attend the Super Bowl with him. Those photos were added to the scrapbook labeled ‘Jackson Christopher Evans’, along with mementos. Basically anything and everything involving Jack was added to the scrapbook. Your iPhones, iPads, and MacBooks were also chock full of Jack’s photographs. Why wouldn’t they? The two of you were first time parents who had a ridiculously adorable son.

There were many things to get excited about when it came to Jack and his milestones, like his first word: ‘dada.’ He was eight and a half months now, learning to repeat sounds you and Chris made. He didn’t know what he was saying, but it didn’t stop what came out of his mouth from melting your hearts. Chris cried when Jack sounded something close to ‘daddy,’ and you cried because you clearly didn’t spend enough time with him to let his first word be associated with any variation of the word ‘mother.’ Chris felt so bad that he spent the two weeks after Jack said ‘dada,’ trying to teach him ‘mama.’ It was so sweet that you got over not being Jack’s first word. It wasn’t like Jack knew what he was saying anyway, and even if he did- Chris deserved being Jack’s first word as he was the one putting in the time while you were busy at work.

Saturday was your last night in Boston before you flew home Sunday afternoon. Chris asked Lisa to watch Jack and Dodger so he could take you on a date night. Since Jack was born, the two of you had barely had any time alone; date nights did not exist, especially after you started work. The idea of date night became completely nonexistent after you signed the contract making you director. So no, Chris had not had time to celebrate you and your acceptance of an amazing offer. The best he’d done so far was on that same Sunday you signed the contract, after you put Jack down. He made lasagna, you made tiramisu, and shared a bottle of your favorite white wine in front of the fireplace. It was nice; the two of you just sat and talked. But Chris felt like he could do one better, which was what he was doing tonight.

“Ooo,” you sniffed the air, “do I smell pizza?”

“God, you are like a dog with that nose of yours.”

“Shut up,” you giggled. “Can I take the blindfold off now?”

“Just a second.” You heard the door close behind you and felt Chris take your hand again, leading you. The heels of your boots clicked against the hardwood floor as you followed Chris; you stopped when he did. “Okay, now.” He said, helping you take the blindfold off. You smiled when you realized where you were, and that smile widened when you saw the superbly romantic scene Chris had setup in the unfurnished living room of your Boston house. “Fun fact, Scott and I used to camp out in the backyard in that tent.”

Chris had snuck out while you were still asleep to prepare for tonight. He got his old tent, blankets, pillows, candles, roses, and a burner so that s’mores could be made. He got wine, and also ordered pizza from Leone’s that was prepaid and delivered moments before the two of you arrived at the house. Chris would’ve taken you camping properly except he did that before and it didn’t sit well with you. You gave it your best effort, but it was obvious it wasn’t your thing. He knew this, there was proof of it not being your thing even as a child. He’d tease you every time you watched home movies of your childhood, calling you a princess. The one of your family camping out at the beach when you were two was his favorite. Your dad was filming you and you were begging him to pick you up because you claimed the sand was dirty.

“No way,” you gasped dramatically and Chris laughed, pulling you into his arms; he knew what was coming. “I must be dreaming.” You hugged him back as you teased him. “You’re telling me I’m going to get to sleep in the same tent Chris Evans slept in as a child?” You giggled and squirmed when Chris tickled your sides.

“You can never just say something sweet, can you?”

“I wouldn’t be me if I just say something sweet, would I?”

“No you would not,” he released you with a smile. “C’mere,” he beckoned you to follow him as he walked over to the tent. He kicked his shoes off the same time you removed your boots, settling on the ground. He shuffled the cushions and reached for the folded blankets inside the tent, unfolding one to cover his legs. The other remain folded until you curled up on the ground with your head on his lap; he flipped it, covering you. “Jack and Diane, back at it.”

“If you want me to focus on us, you probably shouldn’t mention our son’s name.” You said then giggled, patting his smiling face. “Where’s the pizza?” You asked and he leaned forward, reaching for the box and flipping the lid open. “Gimme!” You grinned, grabbing the slice he was holding out for you and stuffing it into your mouth.

“Maybe you should sit up,” Chris chuckled, pulling a strand of your hair out of your mouth. “I don’t want you to choke.” You took another bite as you sat up. “Still the best pizza ever, right?” He quizzed as he pulled a slice out for himself, taking a bite. “I could easily have Leone’s all day every day when we move back to Boston.”

“All day every day might be a bit much,” you disagreed. “But once a week, maybe.” He nodded in agreement. “Hey,” you lowered your slice onto the lid of the box, sweeping the crumbs off your hands. “If you’re saying that, does that mean we’re open to talking about moving back to Boston again?” The last time being when you were still pregnant; it didn’t go well then, you were hoping it’d go better now.

“You want to talk moving to Boston when you’ve got a movie to direct in LA?”

“I’m not saying we move right away, I’m just- I’d like a timeline,” you told him and he sighed. “I’ll take that as a ‘no’ to my earlier question then.” He chuckled, nodding as he took another bite of his slice. “Just out of curiosity, is it still because you’re worried I can’t handle being a mom in a new place?”

“No, darling,” he shook his head, smiling. “You’re a natural when it comes to parenthood, I don’t think location will affect that. This has nothing to do with that, this is more wanting to be where Hollywood needs us. LA is home base for many studios and production companies. I travel when I need to film, but everything else is held in LA. It’s just smarter if we stay here for now, it’ll save us traveling back and forth and give us more time with Jack. I’d give you a timeline, but I don’t know.”

“Well let me know when you know.”

“Trust me, you’ll be the first person I tell.” He winked and you smiled, picking your pizza up for another bite. “So how’s pre-production coming along?” He asked and you scrunched your nose, making him laugh. “That bad, huh?” He poured you both a glass of wine. “Pre-production’s always like that. Once you start filming, it’ll get better.”

“I’d agree, but I have to wear a beret the whole time so…”

“Right, the beret,” he laughed, slapping his knee. “You look so cute in berets though.”

“I know I look cute in berets, but I don’t like wearing your beret because it reminds me of the bet I lost.” You said and he laughed louder, throwing his head back. You tried not to laugh yourself as you took a sip of your wine. “Thank you though,” you lowered your glass and he raised a brow at you. “For pushing me to direct, for believing in me the way you do.”

“Are you kidding me?” He pressed one hand against your cheek, brushing your supple skin with the pad of his thumb. “Of course. But hey, it’s not just me. I can only do so much, you’re so stubborn that unless you want to do something- you won’t. So don’t just thank me, you got yourself here too.” You smiled, making Chris smile too. “I am so proud of you, Y/N. And not just because you’re finally doing what you said you’d do. I’m proud of you and how much you’ve grown in three years, hell- since Jack was born. Looking at you now, a wife, a mom, a director. It’s hard to believe  three years ago you were just a nineteen year old student writing fan fiction in an airport Starbucks.”

“It’s unbelievable, yes,” you nodded, chuckling. “You gotta blame that Chris Evans, he was the one who started all this.” You joked and he laughed, shaking his head. “Three years, wow. Time really flies, doesn’t it?”

“Only when you’re having fun,” he whispered as he leaned in.

“I must be having a ball with you then.” You whispered back, inches away from his lips.

“I love you so much,” he smiled, flashing his pearly whites.

“I love you too,” you grinned back then met his lips.

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Imagine Chris going with you to your first pitch.

A/N: Part 2 ❤️ I cried a little. 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)

January 3rd, 2020; 8:22AM.

You placed your empty mug in the sink and turned on the tap, letting the water wash away the residue from your honey and cinnamon tea. You moved your cup in gentle circles under the running water, blankly staring into nothing as the water swished and swashed. Chris walked in on you and immediately, he could tell your mind was elsewhere. January had arrived which meant you were going to start work with your first script. You’d found yourself an agent- William Vanderbilt with the help of Chris’, and you were sharing his publicist, Susan. You’d passed your completed script to Will who then forwarded it to all the production companies anonymously so they’d review it without judgement. It didn’t take long for his inbox to be flooded with meeting requests, even New Line Cinema wanted you- the only meeting you declined. Today was your first pitch meeting at Sony Pictures with Emilia as well as a few other members on the production board, and even though Chris was going with you- you were nervous.

Your materials were ready to go, but mentally you weren’t. It wasn’t like you had a lot of time to prepare yourself for the pitch with everything that had been going on in your life. Since finding out there was an interest to turn your story into a movie, a myriad of things had happened: your best friend got engaged, you had to plan your wedding, you found out you were pregnant, you had an almost plane crash, you got married, you went on a month long honeymoon, your best friend told you she was pregnant, and now it was your turn to help her plan her wedding. It wasn’t easy considering how little time you had, it didn’t help that the holidays were just around the corner when they decided to start planning.

Ava and Sebastian spent Thanksgiving and the first two weeks of December in New York with his family, then the other two weeks in England celebrating Christmas with her family. You were busy with your own and Chris’, traveling in between Los Angeles and Boston. It wasn’t just because all of you were separated, but also because everyone was preoccupied with the holidays. There were no cake shops or caterers who had time for you to taste anything, nor were there flowers shops willing to hear you out because they already had orders upon orders for Thanksgiving centerpieces and arrangements for Christmas parties. Venues were packed, entertainment booked, and stationery shops were done taking orders until after the holidays. Even the department stores were sold out so they couldn’t even get their registry done.

What made things more difficult was you were doing all of the planning from Los Angeles and not New York. You wanted to fly to deal with everything in person, but your doctor, husband, and best friends whose wedding you were planning- advised against it; you were not to fly unless you really needed to, so you decided to save the last flight in you for their wedding. You communicated over phone calls and emails which made it easy for them to shoot you down. With the holiday rush, they didn’t care whose wedding it was. All of them told you the same thing, that you had to revisit in January when things calmed down. It was not ideal to leave everything to January- the month you were meant to start working- because you would’ve been even busier with a little over a month to get things in order, but it seemed like you had no choice.

Ava did find her dress while she was in England though, which was a huge load off your shoulders.  She sent you a picture on Snapchat and she looked beautiful in it. The top half had a very 1920s vibe with the beaded appliqué, delicate lace design, belted waist; the lower half was the modern mermaid tail with a light trail in the same lace design on the chiffon overlaying the white under layer. The dress was as perfect for her as yours had been for you; you couldn’t see her in anything else. The dress had been one of your biggest concerns, everything else- you could figure out with a little bit of help from the names you knew now that you were Chris Evans’ wife. You assured her everything was going to work out in time for hers and Sebastian’s wedding even though you weren’t completely sure.

You wanted to keep any and all stress, worries, and struggles away from them as they’d done the same for you and Chris during your wedding. They knew you which was why they were hesitant about giving you the duties of the maid of honor. Yes, Ava wanted you by her side as her right hand maiden, but she didn’t want you- her very pregnant and already busy best friend struggling after taking on more than she could handle. She made you promise you’d tell her if things got too much so she could hand off some of the jobs to someone else, but like you’d tell her anything. You even begged Chris to lie when Ava asked him how you were doing because unlike you, she knew he’d tell the truth. So when he said “everything’s fine, Y/N’s doing great”, she believed him.

Even though Chris lied for you, it didn’t stop him from worrying about his lady who was eleven weeks from her due date. You were really pregnant which meant you needed to keep your stress levels low. You also needed to eat properly and sleep well, but with everything going on- you found yourself doing the opposite. You were so focused on the wedding and your upcoming pitch that sometimes you’d forget to eat; you spent most nights fighting your tired eyes so you could stay up a little later to complete your list of things to do. You were terrible at looking after yourself which was why it was good you had a man like Chris in your life. Not only did he take over some of your responsibilities as maid of honor and handled his responsibilities as one of Sebastian’s groomsmen very calmly, he kept a very close eye on you. He cooked and made sure you ate, forced you to sleep by taking all your devices and notebooks away, and always reminded you to take the vitamins your doctor recommended. He did everything to take care of you and baby Jack. And yes, it was confirmed at eighteen weeks that the baby inside you was a boy, as was Ava and Sebastian’s little peanut; you were all very excited.

“I am not ready for this,” you mumbled to yourself, placing your mug upside down on the drying rack. You pumped some hand soap on your hands and spread it all around; you had a thing about washing your hands when you were stressed. “What if I fuck this up?” Chris sighed behind you, but you were in too deep to hear him. “I’m such an awkward turtle, I just know…” You trailed off, placing one hand on top of the other to transform your hand into a makeshift turtle. “Awkward turtle,” you managed a smile as you wiggled your thumbs.

“What are you doing?”

“Huh?” You glanced over your shoulder, washing off the soap so you could turn off the tap. “What am I doing?” You quizzed as you dried your hands on the tea towel sitting on the table. Chris nodded and you frowned confusedly, “I’m washing my hands?”

“Did you just make a turtle with your hands?” He asked with a curious smile and you felt yourself blush. He was your husband, yes, but he was still your celebrity crush more than capable of making you blush. “You are going to make such a good mom, sweetheart.” He told you and hugged you.

“Thanks,” you mumbled half heartedly, wrapping your arms around him.

Chris may have had a great deal of faith in you as a mom, but you didn’t. You had barely prepared for Jack; Chris had been the one doing everything. He did the baby proofing, he turned one of the guest rooms into a nursery, he read all the books, he did all the shopping with your moms, and he hosted your baby shower. Anything that had to do with the baby, he did. You were too busy with Ava and Sebastian’s wedding, and finalizing your script, and preparing the materials for your pitch that you hadn’t had time for Jack. Jack, your son who were already too busy for. If you didn’t even have time for him when he was inside you, what was going to happen when he came out? Were you going to be a good mom? Did you even know how to be a mom? You were twenty-two, you were still a kid yourself. What if you couldn’t do it? What if you failed at being a mom? And what if you failed at being a screen writer too? Were you even being a good wife, or best friend? There were so many things running through your mind, you didn’t hear what Chris said.

“Did you hear me?” Chris asked, pulling away from you. You shook your head and he repeated his previous statement, “you are going to be fine. I know you’re nervous about the pitch, but you have nothing to worry about. The hard part is done, they all want you. Your job now is to meet with production companies to discuss what you want from them and hear what they can do for you. Today’s meeting is with someone you already know, it’s going to be a breeze. So don’t stress, okay?” He waited for you to nod before he continued. “I am going to be there with you the whole time, you just gotta breathe.”

You took a deep breath and felt your vision blur as you did.

“Hey,” Chris cupped your face in his hands. “It’s okay, baby.” As soon as he said that, you broke down crying. “Hey, no.” He took you in his arms again, holding your head against his shoulder. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. It’s going to be okay, you’re going to be okay. C'mon, turtle,” he whispered teasingly and successfully drew a light laugh from you. “Everything is going to be okay,” he pulled away, taking your face in his hands, “okay?” He thumbed away your tears. “Don’t worry, I’m going to be there and I’m going to hold your hand the whole time.”

“Do you promise?”

“I promise,” he nodded.

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Part 3A

Imagine cooking dinner for Chris at your apartment.

This is part 2, here’s part 1. You don’t really need to read part 1 to get into part 2, they’re one shots with a continuation between each one. It’s up to you which one you want to read. I’ll link any other parts I write in relation to this, just keep an eye out.

You stood over the stove and monitored your tomato and basil soup while Chris laid sprawled out on your sofa browsing your vinyl collection. You glanced over your shoulder at him and smiled; you were very happy with how things were progressing between you and him. He was surprisingly comfortable with you despite having only known you for a week, and in that week, the two of you had gone on three proper dates with tonight being said third. The dinner was supposedly meant to be the first date but you needed time to create a menu and he just couldn’t stay away.

“Yes!” Chris cheered excitedly and you narrowed your eyes in confusion, looking over at him. He held up the ‘The Little Mermaid’ record with a goofy grin on his handsome face. “You said you wanted to hear me sing every song on The Little Mermaid, right?” He asked rhetorically and you laughed, turning back to your soup. “Now’s your chance.”

He walked over to the record player and switched the record you had playing with his record of choice. The music to ‘Part of Your World’ started playing and the second Ariel’s voice came through, so did Chris’.

“Look at this stuff,
Isn’t this neat?
Wouldn’t you think my collection’s
Complete?” He sang and twirled his way over to you.

“Oh my God,” you laughed.

“Wouldn’t you think I’m the girl,
The girl who has everything?” He grabbed you by the waist and pulled your back into his front. You smiled, using your free hand to snake around his neck as you leaned into him; he pressed a soft kiss on your neck. “You smell ridiculously good for someone who’s been slaving away all day.” He whispered seductively, his lips sending vibrations into your skin.

“You promised you wouldn’t be distracting if I let you come earlier,” you reminded him and he chuckled softly then continued to nibble at your skin. “Chris,” you half-whined, half giggled. “Go do something productive.”

“Like you?” He teased then swatted your ass playfully before moving over to the island bench behind you. “What can I do?” He asked, slapping his hands together. “You’ve practically done everything already.”

That was true. You’d sorted out the desserts the day before because they needed time to set and unlike the rest of your dishes, they could be checked off and set aside. The starters and entrées you had gotten out of the way earlier in the day and you were nearly done with the mains, basically all you had to do was plate up. So you decided it was time to have your shower, change into that little black dress he was dying to see you in and apply some makeup so the real date could start.

“True.” You turned off the stove and removed your apron, setting it aside. “I better go get ready then. Can you give me about half an hour?” You asked, pulling your long hair out of its pony tail and letting it cascade over your shoulders.

“Take all the time you need,” he said then grinned. “Just know that the longer you take, the later we’ll start and the higher the chance of me spending the night here.” He winked and you chuckled softly, shaking your head. “You can use that information however you want, baby.”

“In that case…” You bit your lower lip flirtatiously and padded over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He smirked then watched your lips intently as you leaned in; just as he was about to kiss you, you moved inches away and whispered. “Let’s just start dinner now.”

He gave you a deadpan expression and you threw your head back laughing. “You’re hilarious,” he couldn’t help but break and smile. “Go shower,” he lightly patted your butt as you turned on your heel, “you dirty girl.”

“Right away, Cap,” you threw a wink at him over your shoulder then disappeared down the hallway.

Your shower was a lot shorter than usual, leaving the belting out of your favorite songs for another time. You walked out of your ensuite with a towel wrapped around you and you slipped on a matching set of bra and panties from Victoria’s Secret, just in case Chris ended up spending the night. You grabbed your black lace dress that you’d laid out on your bed and put it on in front of a mirror so you could check yourself out; you had to make sure there weren’t any loose threads or weird creases.

You used dry shampoo in your hair then lightly curled the ends before working on your face. You kept it simple with a little bit of concealer and foundation, a swipe of blusher and mascara, then your signature red lip. You didn’t like using too much makeup, you believed it was only there to enhance your natural beauty which you were definitely blessed with. You accessorized yourself with simple pieces of jewelry; a pair of teardrop shaped diamond earrings, your silver charm bracelet which you’d since forever, and your lucky clover necklace that you never took off unless you were showering. Sliding your feet into your black stilettos, you made your way back out to join Chris.

He heard you coming with your heels clicking softly against your hardwood floor and echoing around your Manhattan loft. He saw you before you did him and he felt the air knocked out of his lungs. You caught his bright blue eyes then blushed when you saw how his smile was filled with adoration; he opened his mouth to speak but nothing seemed to have escaped.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you giggled.

“Like what?” His smile widened and he made his way over to you, taking your hands in his. “Like you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen?” He asked rhetorically but you nodded anyway. “I wish I could but- you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

“You’ve work with Scarlett Johansson and Haley Atwell and Elizabeth Olsen and- a bunch of other very beautiful actresses,” you chuckled softly. “As much as I’d like to believe you, I can assure you I am not.”

“Are you calling me a liar?” He playfully poked you in your cheek, right where your dimple was. You giggled and he smiled, pressing a kiss on your forehead. “You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” he told you when he cupped your face with one hand. “I don’t care who I’ve worked with, I stand by that and I will as long as I’m alive.”

“You keep talking like that and we won’t make it to the dinner table,” you joked.

“Well-” he chuckled softly, “dessert doesn’t need to happen at the dinner table and it doesn’t need to happen at the end of the dinner. I’m a more non-traditional kind of diner, I prefer my sweets before my savory.” You laughed, knowing exactly what he was getting at. “And I see something particularly sweet that I’d like to have right now.” He walked you back into a wall and pinned you against it with his body. “What do you say, chef?” His hands gripped at your waist and you voluntarily jumped up, letting him lift you onto his hips. “Can we bend the rules a little bit?” He asked, smirking as your arms snaked around his neck.

“Only for you, Captain.”

In the process of writing part 3, be patient with me. X

Part 3 is done!