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The King of Hawkins Goes Soft

Summary: The reader helps chaperone the winter formal, which leads to a very eventful night involving the King of Hawkins. 

Word Count: 2648

Song Pairing: Talking in your Sleep- the romantics https://youtu.be/PtxiZItyYh8

authors note: kinda spoilers for season two? This also doesn’t 100% follow the plot! I had SO much fun writing this!! Let me know what you think!! (single mom Steve is the best Steve)


You smiled to yourself watching the event unfold. Steve was giving some version of a pep talk to Dustin before the winter formal, and you laughed as you saw the deal sealed with a handshake.

Dustin walked by you with a huge grin, “Hey (y/n)!”. He saluted you, and you saluted back matching his grin. You winked, “Good luck tonight soldier”.

By now Steve had parked his car, and was resting against the hood. You walked over to him, “What are you doing here? Hate to break it to ya but you’re a little too old-”.

Steve crossed his arms over his chest, laughing while shaking his head. He smiled, “I gotta keep an eye on the little shits”.

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Imagine helping Scott hustle Chris.

You stood at a corner trying not to smile at how adorably competitive your boyfriend was being. It was a simple get-together celebrating Chris’ return that consisted of your brother, his brother, and a few of your closest friends. It was hard to believe you weren’t at a college frat party from the way your living room looked, and how the men were acting. They’d started a game of beer pong fifteen minutes ago which your brother and Chris were cleaning up; three games in a row they’d won and they were incredibly smug about it. It finally got to a point where Scott felt the need to grab you while you were walking out of the bathroom because he knew you were the challenging’s team only chance at beating the reining defenders.

Scott had seen you play beer pong before, it was at a party Chris couldn’t make so your boyfriend had no idea how good you actually were. To Chris, you were the girl who spent her nights watching Disney movies while the rest of your generation partied on. And you were that girl to some extent, but you had a wild side too; it was why you agreed to help hustle your own boyfriend. It wasn’t just to knock his smugness down a peg, you wanted to get out of something. There was a dinner party coming up hosted by a couple he knew you didn’t get along with, he’d tricked you into going so now you were going to trick him to get out of it.

“Suck it!” Both your boyfriend and your brother did all kinds of hand gestures as they landed the final shot, winning another game. “Man,” Chris turned to your brother, laughing. “I am getting thirsty on this end of the table.” Your brother laughed, meeting his high five. “I think we need to go grab ourselves a beer so we don’t dehydrate while waiting for someone to make a shot.”

“Don’t get too cocky,” Scott warned as the two of you approached the table. You picked up a ping pong ball with a smirk; Chris raised a brow at you while Scott filled the empty cups. “I’m thinking the babies of the family versus the big kids.” You grinned at your brother who knew perfectly well you were experienced in the game of beer pong; you crushed him at majority of the family parties your parents hosted when you were teenagers. “What do you say, big brother? Think you’ve got another game in you?”

“Oh, I definitely have another game in me,” Chris chuckled. “I’m being hesitant because I don’t want to end up having to sleep on the couch because my girl is sulking about how I demolished her at beer pong.” Scott turned to you, smirking; you played it clueless, rolling the ping pong ball in-between your palms. “But if you’re up for it, babe, I’m more than happy to oblige.”

Your brother suppressed his urge to laugh at the confidence of your boyfriend. Clearly, he’d no idea you were ridiculously good at beer pong. You played it often. It wasn’t always with beer or at a party, sometimes you’d just play it with your best friends at a sleepover. Occasionally when you had nothing to do, you’d fill plastic cups with water and practice. It was a good party trick, and you were much like your boyfriend- competitive. Your brother wasn’t going to say anything because he could tell you had something planned and he knew it was going to be amusing to watch.

“I think I’m up for it,” you nodded, pretending to be sweet and innocent despite having devised a plan to hustle the love of your life with his brother. “Could you be nice and go easy on me though? I’m not very familiar with this game and we both know how bad I am with balls.” You giggled when Chris choked on his spit, snickering.

“I’d beg to differ,” he winked and you laughed, “but you got it. Tell you what, if you get three shots in- we’ll admit defeat and you’ll be the new reigning champion.” You felt a smirk threatening to make an appearance, but you stopped it with a lick of your lips instead. “Scott’s not included in the deal, I’m just talking about you. If you get three shots, you guys win.”

“Can I also add something else to sweeten the pot?” You quizzed and Chris chuckled, nodding because he was confident you wouldn’t make it. “If I get three shots in, we skip Frank and Amanda’s dinner party next week.” It was a request he nodded at without hesitation, handsomely smug. “Do you promise?”

“Baby, if you get three shots in I’ll buy you VIP tickets to Taylor Swift’s world tour for ‘reputation’.” Chris informed you; both brothers covered their mouths to hide their snickers. “Three shots, and I’ll- no shit- get us out of that dinner party and take you to see Taylor Swift when she announces her world tour.”

“Sounds easy enough,” you shrugged nonchalantly. “Elbow behind the table, right?” You quizzed as you positioned your arm, earning a nod from him. You weren’t planning to make the first shot, you had to make it look real to actually hustle a man as smart as Chris. “Okay, let’s see.” You tossed it, missing the cups by a long shot. “Aw, no.” You pouted and Chris mirrored your pout. “It’s okay, I’ve got more shots.”

“Mm hm,” Chris nodded. “Shake it off, shake it off.” He sang and you giggled. “My turn.” He positioned his arm. “I know you don’t like beer, baby, so Scott will drink this for you.” He flicked his wrist and the ball flew across the table, landing in one of the cups on the back row. “Drink up, bud.”

Scott downed the beer then made his shot, hitting the edge of one of the middle cups. Chris chuckled, stepping out of your brother’s way so he could make his shot. It easily landed in the cup at the front, forcing Scott to take another drink. You tried again, missing once more much to Chris’ delight. You shrugged with a dramatic sigh, bringing Chris over to your side to give your forehead a quick kiss before he returned to make his shot. Again, into a cup that Scott had to drink. He then made his shot that successfully found its way into a cup that your brother drank, before making his shot that thankfully missed. You decided to stop with your act before Scott got too drunk, he’d already had quite a bit to drink before he started his first game of beer pong. Chris made him go get himself a glass of water while you got ready for your shot.

“Since Scott’s gone to get some water, can I take numerous shots in a row?”

“Take as many as you need to get three,” Chris told you, shrugging. He was so confident and so smug, you couldn’t wait to see his face when you cleaned up. “Take a deep breath,” he advised and you nodded, lining your shot. “If you miss the first one, use it as a ga-” He was cut off when your shot landed in the cup and those around the table cheered loudly. “Nice, baby.” He clapped then downed the drink, chuckling when you smiled coyly.

“Two more, right?” You quizzed and before he could answer your rhetorical question, you swiftly made both shots; the balls landed perfectly in the corner two cups in the back row. Chris’ jaw dropped and he gaped at you with wide eyes, unable to find the words. “What do I get if I get all the other cups?” You raised a brow, smirking with the smugness he’d lost. “It’s alright, you don’t have to tell me now.” You told him and made the rest of the shots; every ball you threw landed into a filled cup. “I’ll check back and cash in my winnings when you decide.”

“Did we just get hustled?” Chris leaned over to your brother and whispered.

“You just got hustled,” your brother confirmed for him with a nod. “I would’ve said something, but then she’d try and get me and- well, I’m not as wealthy as you are. I can’t afford VIP tickets to Taylor Swift,” he laughed with you and the rest of the group while Chris tried to process what had happened. “C’mon, man. You’ve been with her for two years, are you honestly that shocked? The girl is constantly bombarding you with new information and surprises.”

“Yeah, it’s like living with a spy,” Chris gave you the stink eye, trying not to smile. You giggled and padded over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Oh man,” he rolled his eyes, resting his hands on your waist. “I should’ve known, you and Scott are always up to no good. Then you ask for an out with the dinner party and- God dammit, Y/N,” he playfully nipped your neck and you squirmed, laughing. “I’m going to get you back for this, you know that right?”

“Now who’s sulking?”

Title: Subtle Jealousy
Character: Danny Rand
A/n: I didn’t wanna make it exclusive so the author character in this is totally made up.

“So, what’s happening again?” Danny asked as he watched you run around the main floor of the shop, shoving books into shelves with impressive speed and accuracy. He had offered help, but you refused, wanting to get it done as soon as possible.

You huffed, placing the last few books where they needed to go and turned to him. “One of my favorite authors came in earlier today, him and I started having small talk whenever I ran him up and he invited me out to coffee whenever I was finished here.”

Danny looked up at you. “I thought you always locked up the shop? Unless it was an emergency.”

“I told Layla about what happened and she offered to cover for me,” You explained, smiling at whenever you were finally finished. “Besides, I think I’ve earned a night off to myself don’t you think?”

Danny gave you a small smile, watching you hop about the shelves. “What’s his name?”

“Neil Melville, he wrote these great couple of books a couple years ago when he was still in college,” You explained, your fingers flittered around a couple shelves until you located the first one and tossed it to him. “But he’s really great, you’d like his stuff.”

Danny looked down at the cover, it was brightly colored and showed various mystical creatures all over it, so he knew it was fantasy.

“Where are you two going?”

There a short humming noise from your end while you tried to get the store situated before you left. “I don’t actually remember the name, I’m gonna give him a ring before I go.”

“You have his number?”

You gave Danny a short smile before passing him with a short nudge on his shoulder. “Listen, I’ll make sure to call you if anything happens. But you really shouldn’t worry.”

Danny looked over to you and saw that you were adjusting the collar of your shirt over your cardigan and fixing up your hair. He didn’t even notice he has started to frown whenever he looked up and saw how grumpy he looked in the mirror.

He hopped down from the counter, sliding the book on to it. “I think I’m gonna head out,” Danny said, placing his hands into his pockets and giving you a small smile. “But lemme know how it all goes.”

“Why exactly does this matter to you so much?” Colleen asked as she tried to measure up how much duct tape she would need to fix the one arm of her punching dummy. “And more importantly, why did you think to come to me? I get I’m your friend, but relationships aren’t exactly my specialty.”

Danny, who was sitting crossed legged on the floor, looked down at the mat and shrugged. “I dunno, you’re the only person besides (Y/n) that I talk to.”

Colleen tore a long peice of duct tape from the roll and turned back to him. “From what I’ve heard, this seems like a textbook example of jealousy, my friend.”

Danny’s posture straightened up and he frowned. “Why would I be jealous? That doesn’t make any sense.”

Colleen gave him a coy smile. “Yes it does. You have feelings for your old childhood friend, simple.” She turned back and began taping the wooden arm to it’s proper place.

Danny jumped to his feet. “No I don’t! I’m just concerned about her well being!”

“Mhm,” Colleen looked up at him skeptically. “Alright then, answer me this,” She started, leaning against the center of the training dummy once the arm was secure. “If (Y/n) were to continue to see this guy,” She instantly saw the shift in Danny’s eyes but kept going. “And eventually she starts spending more time with him than you, how would you feel?”

Colleen smriked at the grumpy frown that started to take up his face. She knew all about Danny’s feelings for you when she saw the way he looked at you when he brought her to your shop one day.

You and her got into a lengthy discussion about some novel and while you were going on a tangent, Colleen glanced over at Danny and saw him giving you the most enamored expression she’d seen on a person that wasn’t in a film.

Danny thought about it, and the answer was pretty simple. He hated the thought, it was bad enought that tonight was when the two of you usually went out into the city to do something together, but now the idea that someone would take up all of your time made him upset.

“I wouldn’t like it at all.”

Colleen nodded, pointing the roll of duct tape at him. “Then I hate to break it you, but you’re jealous.”

Still in denial, Danny looked up at her. “I don’t think she’d start going off with someone all the time, she’s not the type.”

“People change when they’re in love.”

“Who said anything about love?” Danny’s tone might have been a tad more sharp than be anticipated because Colleen was smirking again.

“Oh yeah, classic case of jealousy.”

Danny looked across the street at the coffee shop where you were seeing Neil. Not long after you got there, you sent Danny a small message letting him know where you were and that everything had been fine so he shouldn’t worry.

Still, everything about the situation seemed off to him. There was a nagging feeling in his chest that screamed that it didn’t like what was going on.

But it was all new to him, he had never felt this sort of way before.

But he knew he didn’t like it.

Especially since even across the street he could easily you and Neil sitting at a table next to the window. You and him appeared to be chatting up a storm, and Danny had never seen your eyes light up so much around another person.

Deciding to take the initiative, Danny crossed the street and entered into the busy coffee house, hiding himself behind a tall bookshelf so he could see exactly what was happening.

You two must have been discussing one of Neil’s books, because you began bringng up character arcs and other literary terms Danny didn’t fully understand.

But then, there was a brief moment when Neil’s hand brushed against yours and it prompted Danny immediately to walk over to the table without even thinking.

You saw him instantly due to your seating, and you gave him a confused expression when you did. “Danny? What are you doing here?”

Danny blinked, not exactly sure why he came over or how he was going to talk his way out of it.

“Are you a friend of (Y/n)?” Neil asked, prompting Danny to turn his attention to him instead.

“Yes! I am! A very close childhood friend!” Danny said, introducing himself as the two of them shook hands.

“I hate to interrupt, but Colleen had something happen at the dojo and we could really use another hand.”

You turned back to Neil and gave him an apologetic smile. “I’d hate to cut this short, but would you mind if I stepped out?”

Neil shook his head. “Of course not, we can always make time to talk again.”

Danny watched the two of you bid each other goodbye before Neil left the coffee house.

“So, what’s up with Colleen?”

Danny’s eyes widened for a moment when he remembered his small white lie. But his phone went off and when he looked at the screen it was a message from her asking where he ran off to.

“Actually, she just let me know that she called a guy to come over to look at the thing.”

You looked puzzled again. “Really? Maybe I should call Neil again then.”

Danny perked up. “Well on my way here, I saw that the movie theatre down the street is showing your favorite film, thought you might be interested in going with me since we’re already here.”

You smiled at him. “Today’s when we usually go out isn’t it?” You asked, to which Danny eagerly nodded and held his hand out to you, making you chuckled and placine your hand in his. “Lead the way.”

Danny laughed and the two of you left the coffee house, once outside you gave his hand a small press.

“You don’t have to go through all that trouble and lie to hang out with me, just let me know next time.”

Danny flashed you a guilty smile. “It worked though, didn’t it?”

Tom Holland Imagine: Beautiful Pt. 2

Pt. 1: http://sexy-stan.tumblr.com/post/157170782434/tom-holland-imagine-beautiful

Summary: After months of you and Tom denying the connection you felt after he spent the night cuddled up next to you in bed, you began tired of feeling lonely and agreed to go on a date with Harrison. Little did either you or Tom know, the date was all part of Harrison’s plan…

A/N: I didn’t really think about writing a part two until I got this idea so here ya go

Warnings: None

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Why am I doing this? He’s not the one I want.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror as I finished getting ready for my date with Harrison. I only agreed since Tom never made a move after the night we spent together.

I looked over at my bed and remembered how amazing it felt to be wrapped up in his strong arms.

Yes, Harrison was an amazing catch, but he would never be Tom.

There was a pit in the bottom of my stomach once I realized that me agreeing to go on this date ended all chances I had of being with Tom. And I also knew Harrison and I would never be able to make it work.

I heard the doorbell ring and felt sick to my stomach as I heard my mom greeting Harrison at the door.

“Y/N! Harrison’s here.” My mom called up.

I wiped the tear that fell from my eye and grabbed my purse before going down the stairs.

Harrison was waiting patiently with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

“Uh, these are for you…” He awkwardly said as he handed me the flowers.

I thanked him and took them to the kitchen to put them in a vase.

And after that, we were off.

The car ride was filled with an awkward silence.

I hated this.

Harrison was my best friend and now I felt sick just from looking at him.

“Stop the car!” I yelled.

Harrison slammed the breaks and looked over at me with wide eyes.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“I-I think I’m gonna be sick.”

I jumped out of the car and ran to the side of the road and began to breathe heavily.

“Jesus, Y/N!” Harrison said as he held my hair out of my face even though I hadn’t actually thrown up.

“What are we doing, Harrison?” I asked.

He looked at me with confused eyes.

“What do you mean?”

“Why did you ask me out? I know you don’t like me that way.”

“I– I was trying to get Tom to make a move…”

“What?”

“Ever since that night you two spent together, he hasn’t stopped talking about how in love he is with you. And I kept telling him to ask you out but he would make some excuse like that you would never say yes to him or that he wouldn’t want to put you through dating a celebrity or some other bullshit excuse.”

“Where is he now?”

“He’s at his house… or at the cafe I told him we were going to.”

“Take me to him. Please.”

“Of course.”

Harrison helped me back into the car. In a matter of minutes, we were parked outside an unfamiliar house.

I had never actually been to Tom’s house. We were always at either Harrison or I’s considering we lived next door to each other.

“Go on, Y/N. I know you love him too.”

I smiled at my best friend and got out of the car.

I walked up to the door and knocked. A few moments later a smaller version of Tom opened the door.

“Hello, can I help you?”

“I need to see Tom.”

“Oh… wait, how did you get this address? If you’re some crazy fan, I’ll call the police!”

“I’m Y/N, his friend and Harrison’s neighbor.” I said as I gestured to Harrison who was still waiting in his car.

“Oh… OH! You’re the girl Tom never shuts up about! Wait, aren’t you supposed to be dating Harrison? Isn’t that why Tom hasn’t left his room all day?”

“Alright, move.” I said as I pushed the boy out of the way.

“Second door to the right once you get upstairs! I’m Harry by the way!” He called after me.

I paused when I reached Tom’s door. I could hear sniffling coming from the other side which only made my heart break more. I lightly knocked.

“Harry, I said I want to be left alone today!” Tom’s voiced called.

I felt my heart crush as I could hear the sadness in his voice. I opened the door and saw him curled up on his bed staring at the wall.

“Harry! I sai- oh…”

I smiled softly at Tom as he realized I was not his younger brother.

“Hey, can I sit down?”

Tom nodded. I crossed the room and sat down in front of him on the bed. His eyes were red from crying and his curls were all over the place.

“C'mere.” I said as I pulled him to where his head was in my lap.

I ran my fingers through his soft curls as his hands held my other one.

“Aren’t you supposed to be with Harrison right now?”

“And why would I want to be with him when I could be with you?”

“D-Don’t you like him? I can see it on your face. He makes you laugh harder than I ever could. And you guys always cuddle on the couch and hang out like everyday…”

“Harrison is like my brother! I only said yes to him cause you wouldn’t ask me out, Tom. I’ve wanted to be with you since the second I laid my eyes on you. You were so… beautiful.”

By now, Tom was sitting up in front of me.

“I love you.” He blurted out.

His eyes went wide as he realized what he said.

“I-I’m so sorry, Y/N! Shit, I just ruined everything didn’t I… Jesus Christ, I’m such an id-”

I cut him off by crashing his lips onto mine.

“I love you, too you idiot.”

Tom smiled and pulled me back into him and began to kiss me again.

“Bout damn time.” We heard someone mumble.

Tom and I broke apart to see Harry and Harrison standing in the doorway. Harrison with a cocky smirk on his face.

“Yes, it is about damn time. And Harrison, you have 5 seconds to run for going after my girl.” Tom said.

Harrison’s smirk faded as his eyes went wide and he took off down the hallways, Tom hot on his heels.

“My boys.” I said as Harry and I laughed at Harrison’s pleas to get Tom to stop.

Imagine Chris attending your graduation.

A/N: Back at it with more of the Chris Evans Mini-Series Spin-off! This is Part 1 of Chapter 4 which is called ‘Miss Graduate’. And as always, it’s just fluff, fluff, and more fluff. You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, and 'She Said Yes’ - Masterlist) Enjoooooy 😁❤️

You stood in front of your mirror in your graduation cap and gown, smiling at yourself with great pride. You couldn’t believe it, the day was finally here. You’d made it through hell and high water, but you were finally graduating. You lifted your head to keep the welling tears in your eyes; you did not want to ruin your makeup before you even got to the ceremony.

Chris poked his head into your room and immediately smiled when he saw you. To say he was proud of his girl was an understatement, as he was more than just proud of you. He wished he could tell you what he thought, but there were simply no words to express how he felt seeing you in that graduation cap and gown. The feeling was mutual when you went to his Broadway debut, to his 'Avengers: Infinity War’ premieres, basically to anything that involved showcasing his undeniable talent. There was a sense of excitement, and pride, and adoration; just a huge mess of positive emotions. Now Chris wasn’t only feeling all that because you’d achieved something amazing, it was also because your graduation meant you were soon to move in with, and eventually marry him. Those two things were something he’d been dreaming of since he’d met and fell in-love with you; with his beautiful, talented, and perfect other half.

You spotted Chris in the mirror and smiled. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the door frame, “you look very dignified.” You chuckled as you turned, shooting him a quick wink. “You ready to go? 'Cause Ava is, she’s downstairs in the car with Seb.”

Yes, your best friend was graduating alongside you, top of her class whereas you came third in yours. Ava was a year younger than you, but you’d gone into university at the same time due to your gap year. You were glad to have taken that gap year, as you couldn’t have imagined doing that wild ride without her. She was like a substitute for your mom, who you were thick as thieves with. She reassured you, kept your grounded, read your work and gave you honest reviews, took care of you, and showered you with endless love and positive vibes. Ava was pretty much your sister from another mother, and your mother’s second daughter; she was your family. So as excited as you were to move in with Chris, it was going to be heartbreaking to leave the apartment you shared with Ava for three years. You were going to miss seeing her face every morning and every night, though she swore she was going to hang around your new home so much Chris would think she’d moved in too.

Speaking of Ava, her and Sebastian were now officially a couple- hence why he was attending the graduation ceremony. After that dinner at Chris’- where their obvious chemistry could not be ignored- they casually dated for a little while, doing a little bit of a long distance thing as Sebastian had to go back to New York after his shoot. But when he was in Los Angeles, or when he invited her to New York- they went on dinner dates and movie nights and short romantic getaways in and around Los Angeles and New York. It was always superbly romantic and Ava would always return home with a huge smile on her face. It was fairly obvious they both wanted something more, but were afraid to jump too quickly as they didn’t want to get hurt or hurt the other person. So they tested the waters, took things incredibly slow to see if things between them was something that could last them a lifetime. They were insufferable, but a little less than you and Chris were considering they were actually dating. Six months after their first proper date, they announced that they were officially a couple. Sebastian posted about her on Instagram, they trended on the World Wide Web, and you and Chris popped the champagne.

“Yeah, just give me a sec.” You walked over to the left side of your bed- the side where Chris usually slept when he slept over. “There’s something I want to give you before we go.” You took off your heels before you got on your hands and knees, searching under your bed for your secret box of secret things. Chris watched you curiously, pushing his weight off the door frame and onto his feet. “I’ve been working on it before you even knew I existed, I just didn’t know how I was going to give it to you.”

“You didn’t know how you were going to give something you’ve been hiding under the bed to the man who sleeps in said bed?” He teased and you chuckled, slipping your heels back on as you got back on your feet. “Oh God,” Chris chuckled when he saw what you had in your hand; a leather bound notebook in your favorite color- Tiffany&Co’s signature blue. You held it out for him to take, biting back your smile. “You’re going to make me cry like a fucking baby with this book, aren’t you?”

“Probably,” you nodded and he chuckled, smoothing one hand over the surface of the notebook. “I was going to save it until the night before our wedding, but um- I decided to stick with my original plan instead. You know, the one I had before I knew I was going to end up marrying my idol.” Another low chuckle escaped his throat. “And that was to somehow get it to you on my graduation day, so,” you beckoned your head at the book.

“I shouldn’t start reading it in the car, should I?” He asked.

“Not if you want to look pretty for the pictures,” you shook your head and he cracked a smile, nodding in acknowledgement. “You can read it whenever you want, but I can promise that a cry baby like yourself-” you teased him and he laughed, “you’ll cry when you read it.”

“I’ll save it for when I’m alone then,” he told you, setting the notebook down on the top of your dresser. You watched him as his hand remained on top of the notebook, eyes contemplating whether or not he wanted to read it now. He was curious and it was obvious, but he also took your warning fairly seriously; you were very good at making him cry with your writing. “Why’d you have to give it to me now?” He both groaned and chuckled simultaneously.

“Because I’m a sucker for cliffhangers,” you giggled, drawing a chuckle from him. “Now come on,” you took his hand and pulled him out of the room and away from the notebook. “We’re going to be late for the ceremony. Chris-” he abruptly pulled you back and into his arms, pressing his lips against yours. You felt a smile on his lips and one surface on your own as his hand moved onto your lower back, pressing your body against his. “And what was that for?” You asked when he broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours.

“I am just so incredibly proud of you,” he told you and both your eyes welled with tears.

“Don’t start with me, Evans.” You chuckled and drew back slightly so you could tilt your head and stop yourself from crying; your makeup may have been waterproof, but there was no way it could survive the crying that came as a result of Chris’ touching words. “We said no crying until we got home, I want to look pretty for the pictures.”

“Lucky for you,” he gently swiped a tear that was rolling down your cheek, “you’re a beautiful cryer.” You chuckled then pecked his lips, brushing his bearded cheek with your thumb. “Okay, we should really go 'cause my pants just vibrated.” He patted the pocket where his phone was in, and you tried not to laugh as you teased him.

“Who knew a graduation gown could turn you on so much?”

“Oh God,” he threw his head back, bellowing with laughter. You giggled and pulled away from him, taking his hand and leading him towards the front door. “You know, you should really learn to be more like me and keep the bad jokes to yourself.”

“I should,” you glanced back at him with a smirk, “but where’s the fun in that?”

• • • • • • • •

Chris and Sebastian moved to sit with yours and Ava’s families upon arrival, while the two of you went to join your respective classes. It was insane how many people were there, and how majority of them were as emotional as you were after your chancellor’s speech. The part of his speech that stuck with you the most was, “this is the end of your life as a student and the beginning of your life as a contributor to society. You no longer have your parents, your professors, or your student identity to fall back on. You are an adult now. You are responsible for every action you make, and every reaction you create. So do something extraordinary with your time on this earth, with your existence, and do not- for a second, let anyone or anything decide on your fate because this is your life. Stand up, because it’s time for all of you to set out and conquer the world.”

When applause erupted through the crowd of more than eight thousand people, you found yourself looking for Chris’ face in the sea of people. It was ridiculous because there was no way you would’ve spotted him from where you were, but you tried to anyway because he was the reason you were here and ready to do as your chancellor said.

Ava spotted you scanning the crowd then smiled when she caught your gaze, sharing a nod of pride and acknowledgement with you. Her smile widened when she saw your lips mouthing the words, “I am so proud of you.” To which she mouthed back, “I am so proud of you too,” causing your smile to reach your eyes. You kept your gazes on each other then turned away chuckling softly when you both realized you were making each other cry. You may not have spotted Chris, but you saw your best friend and she, too, was one of the reasons you’d made it. Without her and her constant support, you wouldn’t be sitting there and you sure as hell wouldn’t have believed you deserved to be with Chris.

When all was said and done, you pushed through the sea of students celebrating and crying with their friends and families so you could find yours and do the same. Ava found you before you could find her, throwing her arms around you to give a tight hug as she cried with utter joy. You hugged her back with the same tears of joy streaming down your face, laughing softly at your promise to not cry until you got home. “Congratulations, Ava.” You whispered before you pulled away. “You did it, you graduated.”

“So did you,” she chuckled, brushing her tears away. “And you’re finally getting the life I always knew you’d get, the one you always argued was impossible and unrealistic.” You chuckled when she poked your arm, smiling. “Look at this, I always knew we’d end up here.” She took your left hand and reminded you of the engagement ring Chris had slipped on almost three years ago. “I am so, so happy for you. You are going to do some extraordinary things with your life,” she gently squeezed your elbow, “I just know it.”

“You too, Ava,” you smiled, giving her elbow a gentle squeeze back. “And you are going to make the most beautiful bride one day.” She chuckled softly and dropped her gaze, hiding her reddening cheeks. “He’s going to ask, you know that right?” You tried not to smile when you remembered talking to Sebastian about his plans with your best friend; he was going to marry her, definitely, he was just waiting for the right time. To which you countered with, “there is never a right time, Seb. Just the right person, and Ava’s pretty freaking perfect for you.”

“Let’s focus on your engagement and your wedding first, we don’t want a Bride Wars situation to happen.” She joked and you laughed. “Though I doubt it would, I’d happily let you and Chris have whatever location and date you want.” You smiled and gave your best friend another tight hug.

“Are the two of you going to share that love? 'Cause we’d really like to get in some PG hugs and kisses before we bring you back to your families.” You heard Chris’ voice and smiled, releasing Ava from your arms to turn to your fiancé. “Congratulations, Ava,” he said to her as she walked past him to hug Sebastian. “For you, my love.” He held out a bouquet of red rose and you smiled, taking it from him before you buried yourself in his arms. “Congratulations, sweetheart. I am-” he chuckled to stop himself from crying, “I am so proud of you.”

“Thank you,” you looked up at him and smiled. “Now I’d tell you all about how I wouldn’t have pursued screen writing without you, and how I couldn’t have made it through the last three years without you, but-” you chuckled. “It’s in the notebook and I don’t want to spoil anything for you.” He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “So I’ll just tell you this instead, though- I’m pretty sure you know this by now.” He nodded before you could say anything. “I love you, Chris Evans. More than I’ll love another being in this lifetime, more than I love Fan fic Chris, and more than I love myself.” He smiled and caressed your face in his hands, ready to dip his head to press his lips against yours. “And I am so ready to move in, marry, and spend the rest of my life with you.”

“Took the words right out of my mouth.”

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Part 2A

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You get kidnapped by the Gemini coven

A dark room. The only window on the wall covered with broken persiennes, dust that hasn’t been wiped off them for years, a small ray of sun shining through a couple of missing pieces of persiennes, but you still weren’t able to see where you were. You felt dizzy and weak like never before. Tied down to a chair as you jerked your arms a few times in all directions, trying to set yourself free, but it was useless. There was no way out of there and you knew it. A sharp stinging feeling rolled through your body, making you look down, your eyes finding a three inch wound on your thigh, the blood slowly dropping down on the floor under you. You cried out in pain, shutting your eyes closed for a second, panic taking over your body.

‘Well, well, well, look who’s awake.’ A male voice echoed through the small and dark room, somehow you managed to recognize it. Joshua Parker. He knelt down in front of you, a mischevious grin on his face.

'Why am I here?’ You stuttered, your eyes filled with tears, your hands shaking, but unfortunately you couldn’t hide your fear. You were scared for your life at that moment more than anything because you knew what Joshua was capable of.

'Because you, my dear, are what my son cares about the most, so to get my revenge for what he did to our family, is this.’ He replied as you swallowed hard, trying to suppress your tears and trying to stop yourself from crying out.

'So that’s what this is really about? Kai?’ You asked, your voice shaky and looked around the room, hoping you would find something, some kind of clue to get out of there.

'Well, since prison world didn’t stop him, this is what I have to do.’ He stood up, fixing his jeans and wiped his hands on them before rubbing them together, a smile disappearing from his face. 'I apologize, but, this is going to hurt. A lot.’ He used his magic and snapped the bone in your leg, a loud cracking noise echoing through the room, making you cry out in excruciating pain.

***
A loud noise echoed through the big hallway. The sound of Kai slamming the doors behind him and storming into the room where everyone worked thoroughly, trying to figure out how to get you back.
Kai knew why his father took you, but what he didn’t know and what was absulutely driving him crazy was where was he hising you. He spent hours thinking of all kinds of different places where he might’ve kept you, but when Stefan went to check them out, they were empty and no sign of you. Every failed attempt in finding you made Kai weaker and getting him closer to the point of snapping out.

'Still no sign of her?’ Kai asked out of breath, throwing the jacket down on the couch and rolling up the sleeves of his grey T-shirt.

'Still nothing.’ Damon trailed off, making Kai slam his fist on the table and groan out in frustration mixed with fear and pain and sadness.

'She’s going to be fine she’s a strong woman, I know that.’ Elena said, trying to calm Kai down a little bit, but it didn’t help. He couldn’t stop pacing around the room the entire time, driving everyone crazy.

'You don’t know my father! He’s capable of anything! He locked me in that awful prison world but before all of that, he treated me like crap for 18 years and he still does! I’m not gonna give up and sit around the house, telling myself that she’s going to be fine. We have to find her!’ Kai snapped at everyone in the room, running his fingers roughly through his hair, showing that anger took over his body completely. He was crushed and a possibility of losing you was in his mind the entire day.

'Kai! Calm down!’ Damon yelled at him and walked closer, placing his hands on his shoulders and squeezing them a few times, the tension in Kai’s body obvious under Damon’s hands. 'Well figure something out. You know we care about her and that she’s like family to all of us. She’s not going to die.’ Damon trailed off.

'I just can’t take this anymore. It’s too much for me and I- I don’t want to lose her. She’s everything to me, I can’t- I-’ his voice cracked, his hands placing on his face as he finally gave in. He was crying at that point, emotions completely getting to him, unable to control them. He was sitting on the couch, with his face burried in his hands, not wanting anyone to see him like that. He felt weak and that wasn’t one of his qualities. Even though he was crying, he was the strongest of them all and ready to fight if that would be neccessary. He felt a place next to him on the couch sink down a little bit, knowing someone joined him. He looked up and saw Bonnie sitting next to him, her hand rubbing his back in small circular motions, trying to calm him down. Bonnie and him weren’t on good terms, but she was an amazing friend and she was always there for you when you needed her. She knew that Kai means a lot to you and she would do anything to save you or him for that matter.

'If only we could use something to find her, to locate her. It would be so much easier.’ Elena said abruptly, making Bonnie to turn towards her, with her eyes wide, going through her mind because she knew there was something she could do.

'Wait here!’ She shouted and ran to, what used to be your room in Salvatore’s house, and went through all yur drawers, thrashing the room, until she finally found what she was looking for. A smile flashed across her face, because she knew that was the moment where she’d finally be sure where you were. She swiftly ran downstairs, holding a small capsule – like bottle, with a small cap on top, with red liquid, filled all the way to the top.

'What is that?’ Kai asked, a dash of hope suddenly running through his body.

'It’s her blood.’ Bonnie took out the Mystic Falls map and spread it wide on the big dark brown table, pouring some of the blood on the map, a few candles burning around it.

'Where did you get that?’ Kai asked, pointing at the bottle that was now halfway full.

'She kept it safe in her room. I guess she wanted to prepare herself for the worst and wanted us to use it incase something like this happens, and now we actually can find her.’ Bonnie trailed off, standing in front of the map, spilling out the spell as everyone watched a small drop of blood suddenly turning into a curved line, traveling around, finding the place where you were kept.

'Smart girl.’ Damon said, making Kai smiled, but Kai couldn’t take his eyes off the map, waiting for that small drop of blood to stop, revealing where you were.

'There.’ Bonnie trailed off, pointing her finger at the place, lifting her head up and looking directly at Kai. 'That’s where she is. But we have to think this thr- Where do you think you’re going?’ Bonnie asked as all of them watched him putting on his jacket and starting to walk towards the front door.

'To save my girl and to end everything once and for all.’ Kai responded.

'No, you’re not! This could be dangerous! You can’t go there all by yourself! We’ll go with you, but first we need to come up with the right plan and-’

'No! I’ve waited long enough! Who knows what could happen to her if we wait for just a little bit longer. She could be dead and I- I can’t have that.’ Kai chocked out the last part of his sentence, taking a deep breath and ran his fingers roughly through his hair.

'You could end up being hurt or killed, you know that right?’ Damon said with anger in his voice, frustrated at how stubborn Kai was, but on the other side, he completely understood him. He would’ve done the same thing if it was Elena.

'I don’t care. I’ll kill anyone who gets in my way, I promise you that. I’ll do anything to get her home safely.’ That was the last thing he said before he stormed out, slamming the doors behind you. He knew he was risking his life, but he was risking it for you, to save you and no matter the consequences, he was fully going for it, even capable of killing his own father.

***

'Please, don’t do this.’ You cried out, the pain in your leg causing your tears to keep rolling down your cheeks. At moments, the pain was so excruciating that it made your vision go black, thinking you were going to pass out. You could’ve sworn that a couple of your ribs were broken, the capability of breathing properly and normally was not possible. Everytime you breathed in, it felt like someone punched you with all their strenght, squeezing all the air from your lungs.

'Begging won’t help. You know that you’re just a bait, right? I knew I had to kidnap you because then, Kai would come after you. I know my son very well, enough to know that he would always come for you, no matter what. Even if that meant that he would end up dead.’ Joshua trailed off, making you snap out of your thoughts, distracting you from all the pain. Your eyes went wide, his words making you squirm in your chair and try to set yourself free, but like all those previous times, it was always the same outcome.

'You’re going to kill him?’ You asked, pain in your voice.

'That’s what all this is about. I’m going to give him exactly what he deserves. After causing so much pain to my family, he will die, even if that meant I would have to take myself and our entire coven down with me.’ Joshua stated, a small smile appearing on his face. You clenched your jaw, anger mixed with pain traveling through your body, wanting to punch him in the face right there for being such an annoying, grinning, bitter asshole, that deserved all the worst there is in the world.

'He won’t come, you know. He would never risk his life for me.’ But he would.

'You’re wrong there. I know your little witch friend will find a way to find you. She’s a smart girl.’

'You won’t get what you want. Never! I won’t let that happen.’ He looked at you with anger in his eyes, completely black coloured as he placed his hands on the arms of the chair. His breathing was heavy and his brows furrowed, wanting to completely snap.

'You, can’t do anything right now. The only thing you can do at this moment is scream.’ He trailed off and stood up, using his magic to cut another line on your body, this time it was your arm. Not even a second passed as blood started spilling down your arm and onto the floor, making you cry out, your body feeling like it was going to give up. You were tired and didn’t know for how long you could take this. When he finally stopped and silence filled the room, a thump noise coming from the front porch outside. Joshua looked through the window and seperating the persiennes, a smile flashing across his face when he looked back at you.

'Right on time.’ He muttered under his breath, standing on one spot and waited. You were scared for your life, but you were more scared for Kai’s life.

'Hello father. Long time no see.’ Kai said and slowly walked into the room, quiet footsteps behind you, old wooden floor squeaking underneath his body. When Kai kept walking forward, Joshua kept the same distance, walking behind you. Kai’s eyes suddenly found yours, which were filled with tears, your cheeks stained with both blood and tears, dried up blood under your nose. Kai gave you a sympathetic look and swiftly knelt down in front of you, setting your arms free, careful not to hurt you even more than you already were. You saw a glistening tear rolling down his cheek, but he quickly wiped it away with the back of his hand.

'Kai, please help me.’ You cried out and closed your eyes for a few second, your whole body in pain.

'I’m gonna get you out of here, ok?’ Kai whispered and picked you up, but when he wanted to take a step forward, his father used his magic and lifted Kai off the floor, making your body hit the hard wooden floor as you screamed out at the sudden fall.

'Not so fast. Did you really think I would let you walk out of here with her just like that? You deserve to die and that’s what I’m going to do right now.’ Joshua stated.

'Are the rest of the gemini coven members ok with that? Ok with dying? Because if they are, then that’s one hell of a dedication.’ Kai quietly said, a strong pressure on his neck.

'They’re ok with getting rid of you.’

'Then do it! Get it over with already!’ Kai snapped at him and looked at you laying on the floor, helpless.

'Gladly.’

'No!!’ You screamed out and hit Joshua’s ankle with a bigger piece of wood you found on the floor, interrupting his spell and making him scream out in pain, but it was enough for Kai to be free from the spell.

'Nobody hurts my friends and especially not her.’ Kai trailed off and with a swift motion, he broke Joshua’s neck, his body collapsing down on the floor. His breathing was heavy and deep, ignoring the fact that his father was holding a grip on his neck with magic just a minute ago. He turned his head, his gaze dropping down onto your body laying on the floor, your eyes closed.

'Hey, hey, look at me.’ Kai stuttered, his hand snaking behind your neck, lifting your body up and holding you close to his body, his right hand moving the hair from your face, that lock of hair stainef with blood. Seeing you like this, hurt and completely helpless, his eyes traveling down your body, memorizing all your wounds, his heart clenching at the sight. He felt like there was a lump stuck in his throat, not allowing him to swallow ot breathe. You finally opened your eyes, your tired eyes looking at Kai’s face above you, a weak smile appearing on your face.

'You came.’ You whispered.

'I’ll always come for you.’ Kai whispered, his arms pulling you closer to his body, making you wince a little bit. 'I can’t tell you how sorry I am.’ Kai cried out.

'It’s ok.’ Your voice cracked as you started crying, pain in your torso making your breath hitch. 'Kai, I don’t want to die.’

'You’re not going to die, ok? We’ll save you, don’t worry. Damon will be here in a few minutes, just hold on for a bit longer. You will be fine, you’ll see.’ Kai stuttered, his palm kept caressing your cheek gently.

'Thank you. For being here for me. I don’t know what I would do without you.’ You said and jerked your body a bit, Kai’s grip loosen a bit. He was worried that he had hurt you even more, his eyes scanning your body again.

'Kai, can you take some of the pain away? It’s too much and-’ At that moment Damon stormed in, making you and Kai turn your heads in his direction, showing him a smile for a split second. He dropped down on his knees beside you, biting onto his wrist, creating two small holes, allowing the blood to come to the surface. He brought his wrist to your mouth, warm blood trickling down your throat as you felt your wounds healing completely, the strength coming back to your body. You sighed deeply and wiped your chin with the back of your hand, Kai pulling you into a tight hug as you sobbed into the crook of his neck. He pulled back a bit and cupped his face, his eyes piercing deeply into yours. His lips parted a little bit before he kissed your lips multiple times, feeling your presence again.

'I thought I was going to lose you.’ He whispered and pressed his forehead on yours, his hot breath on your face.

'I was so scared. I thought I would never see you again.’ You stuttered, your voice weak as you were still sobbing.

'Hey, hey, you’re safe now, ok? I won’t let this happen again, not a chance.’

'Guys, sorry to interrupt, but we really have to go. Who knows who else could come here.’ Damon said and looked around.

'He’s right. C'mon.’ Kai said and helped you get you, his arm wrapping around your waist, helping you walk even though you healed perfectly. You loved how thoughtful and amazing he was. He was ready to risk his life for you, just so you could be safe.
After that day, Kai never let you out of his sight, constantly protecting you and making sure you were ok. What happened that day only made you realized how much you care about Kai and how much you actually love him.

Event: @i-am-negan-trash 2k Fic Exchange

Title: Savior’s Tavern

Character: Negan

TV: The Walking Dead

Warnings: SMUT!

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner

I was paired with @brexja!

“Bloody hell is this shit?” I muttered, lifting the invoice to get a better look at it.

An unnecessary purchase had been made, costing the bar five hundred dollars.

“Xherries Adult Gifts,” I read aloud.

Clicking my tongue as I rolled my eyes, I slammed the invoice down, “Damnit, Negan!”

Negan was a good friend of mine and I was the manager of his bar called Saviors Tavern.

I had heard about a stag party that he had been planning to throw for his friend Simon, and it seems I found an itemized list of the party favors.

Getting up, I decided to confront him, customers be damned. It wouldn’t be the first time people had seen us bitch each other out.

As soon as I opened the office door, loud, horrible singing assaulted my ears.

Shit… Karaoke night. Which meant that the bar area was packed.

Going down the corridor, the bathrooms already had lines, drunk college chicks waiting to fix their makeup.

It didn’t take me long to find Negan. He was stuck behind the bar, trying to keep up with the drink demands.

Feeling kind of bitchy, I decided to stay back and watch him sweat.

“Goddamnit Fat Tony! I thought I told you to go get KJ!?” he hollered over the roar of chatter.

I couldn’t help the snort as I choked on a laugh.

Negan’s head swung in my direction. He glared, “How about getting your sweet ass over here?”

“You have such a way with words,” I said, bending at the waist to go underneath the bar top.

Negan turned to the shelves of alcohol and reached for the top shelf vodka, “Bitch,”

“Wanker,”

“Slut,” he rebutted, grinning.

“You’re such a fuckin’ douche canoe, ya know that!?” I laughed.

He chuckled, leaning down with a shit eating grin on his face, “Yeah, but you love me,”

I smacked him with the invoice, “Yeah, well, instead of being a twat, maybe you should go visit Xherries Gifts and find you some love,”

“Aww, are you jealous that I didn’t get you a boyfriend who knows how fuck?”

Ohhhhhh, low blow even for a joke. He knew that I had just ended a six month relationship not too long ago.

“Can we get some beers here!?” a loud customer yelled.

Both of us turned our heads and spoke at the same time, “Shut up!”

“This isn’t over Negan!” I hissed, pointing at his face.

He laughed, filling a cup.

“Who’s ready for some goddamned drinks!?” I yelled, making the bar erupt with cheers.

I took a bunch of shot glasses, quickly stacking them into a pyramid.

Yanking the expensive vodka from Negan, I poured it into the top glass, over filling it so that it would leak into the other glasses.

I slammed the bottle down and took out a box of matches. Striking one, I carefully lit the alcohol, setting the liquid on fire.

Everyone yelled and cheered until the flames died down.

A few paid for the drinks, immediately drinking them and then went on their way. The bar area had cleared pretty quick.

“And that, you ass, is how you please a crowd.” I told him.

I spund around, grabbing a bar rag and cleaning up the sticky mess that others had made.

“KJ?” Negan called out.

“No, Negan. Not now,”

I heard him sigh, then get back to work.
°°°°°°
Last call was made at 1:30, which was pretty early. The crowd had thinned out quite a bit for some odd reason, but I was thankful to finally get out of the bar early.

“KJ?” Negan called from behind the bar.

Scratching my forehead, I turned to him, “What Negan?”

He set out two shot glasses and poured some whiskey into them.

“Truce?” he asked.

I really didn’t have it in me to argue with him anymore.

“Truce,” I sighed, scuffing my shoes along the way.

I hopped up onto a bar stool and grabbed my shot glass. Negan came around the bar, taking his. We clinked our glasses together, throwing back the liquid.

I grimaced as it burned going down.

“Another?” he asked.

I shook my head, “No thanks. I’m driving home.”

Negan stared at his glass, his brow pinched, “Listen, about what I said earlier-”

“Negan, don’t, alright? Just don’t,” I whined.

“Goddamnit woman! Will you let me apologize!? It doesn’t happen every fuckin’ day ya know!”

My eyes widened at his out burst, “O-okay,”

Negan rolled his neck, popping it, “I was out of line. I’m sorry,”

Blinking, I felt shocked that he even bothered, “Um… thanks, Negan,”

He nodded, pouring him another shot and throwing it back.

“That difficult to apologize?” I laughed.

“You have no fuckin’ idea, Sweetheart,” he growled as the alcohol went down.

“Listen, I need to go,” I was about to get down from the stool, when Negan’s hand touched my waist.

“Wait KJ… I-”

I watched him, quite a few emotions flickering across his face. Raising a brow, I began to get impatient.

“Fuck it,” he said, gripping my hair as he leaned down and kissed me.

I gasped, fisting his white shirt in my hands. Naturally, I would have pushed him away, but there was something that told me not to.

When he pulled back, I licked my lips and bit down on them out of nervous habit.

“Negan, we shouldn’t,” I whispered.

He ran the pad of thumb over my swollen bottom lip, “Why not?”

“For one, we work together,”

“Not a good enough reason,”

“How about, I don’t want to?” It was a weak argument at best. I did want him… bad.

Taking his hands, he ran them down my arms and over my breasts.

“I call bullshit. Your body is already responding to me,”

I squeezed my thighs together.

Damn him for being in tune with me!

He cleared his throat and stepped back about a foot from me, “If you really don’t want to, we won’t. You know I’m not like that,”

“I know you’re not…” I said, tracing the lines on my palm.

Gripping my chin, Negan tilted my face up to his, “What’s it gonna be, Sweetheart? I’m gettin’ a case of blue balls here,”

I snorted. True Negan fashion.

I looped my fingers into the waistband of his jeans and tugged him to me, “Yes.”

The air changed, becoming electrified. Negan pulled my shirt over my head, throwing it to the side.

He then unbuttoned my jeans, pulling off my shoes, socks and pants.

I sat there in my underwear, shivering with want.

“Hate to say it KJ, but I’m about to ruin this set,”

I raised a brow, waiting.

He yanked down the straps of my bra, snapping them with ease. The delicate lace that covered me, fell down my breasts, exposing them to the cold air of the bar.

Quickly, he ripped my panties from my body, then finished ripping my bra in two.

My chest heaved, my eyes closing as I waited for his next move.

Negan’s long fingers ran across my chest above my breasts, to my back where he stood behind me.

He kissed and nipped at the sensitive skin of my neck and his next words set me on fire.

“I’m goin’ to pet that pussy and treat her like a lady,”

My hips rolled on the bar stool as I ached for some sort of friction.

Starting at my knees, Negan dragged his hands up my thighs, were he pulled them apart, exposing me.

I held onto his waist, ready for his touch as he continued to talk dirty to me.

“I bet that pussy is wet,” he whispered.

I swallowed, my body shaking even more.

Slowly, he ran his hand down my torso, stomach and to my mound.

He purred in my ear as he cupped me, but not fully touching me, “Damp,” he said.

It took all I had not to clench my legs together at his touch.

“Keep those legs open, Sweetheart,” he said, his middle finger running along the outside of my lower lips.

“Christ Negan,”

He chuckled, dipping his finger into me.

I moaned, squeezing his hips.

He groaned, nipping my neck while he dragged his finger through my wetness and circled my clit.

“Like a goddamn river,”

I rolled my hips, turning my face into his neck as he went knuckle deep in my entrance.

“Oh my god!” I cried out.

Negan came around me, letting me lean back against the bar. It wasn’t the most comfortable, but I was curious as to what he’d do next.

When he knelt between my legs, I knew I was in for some teasing.

I watched as he spread my lips and leaned in, the tip of his tongue circling my clit lazily.

My stomach muscles spasmed, making me jump slightly.

Negan laughed, his breath hot on me. Going back in for more, he flattened his tongue, licking me several times before dipping the tip of his tongue in my entrance.

He curled the tip, and the sensation made me slap a hand over my mouth as I squealed loudly.

With one last lick and a quick slurp, Negan stood and unbuckled his jeans. He released his hard length, stroking himself as he stood between my legs.

Negan was panting as he teased my aching core with the head of his hardness. We both hissed as our juices made the friction silky.

I watched as he rocked his hips, the seeping head appearing and disappearing between my folds.

He was holding back, but the sweat had begun to bead at his hairline.

Having mercy, I lifted my hips when he pulled back, letting the tip slide down to my entrance.

Negan was so focused on not coming, that he groaned as he sank into me, not expecting to be enveloped by heat.

“Fuckin’… shit,” he panted, “Gimmie a minute Sweetheart. You’re tight as hell,”

I sat up slightly, grabbing the end of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head. Licking my lips, I ran my hands through the hair that covered his long torso.

Even down to his happy trail. I took hold of the base of him, wrapping my legs around and gently pulled him into me until he was buried to the hilt.

We rolled our hips, his tight, dark curls rubbing deliciously against my cit.

As he pulled out, he bent at the waist, taking a breast in his hand. While staring up at me, he flicked and licked at at my hardened nipple before carefully running his teeth over the flesh.

My fingers tightened in his chest hair, holding on as I moaned.

“Don’t you dare stop,” I groaned, my accent becoming thicker.

Negan growled, gripping my chin firmly as he sealed his lips over mine in a rough kiss. His hand circled my neck, not squeezing, but holding me still as he started to snap his hips.

Our skin slapped, the combined juices from our body making wet, slippery sounds the faster he moved.

I could feel the tightness begin to coil as I started to come. Only when I voiced that I was, did Negan apply a slight pressure to my throat.

My eyes slammed shut as I held on, feeling him lose his rhythm while he fell off the edge as well.

Negan leaned, his hand resting on the bar with his face buried in my shoulder as he lazily rolled his hips.

“Fuckin’… fuck!” he panted.

“I can’t believe that just happened,” I giggled.

He laughed, pushing his torso up and holding my hips, “Think you can go again?”

I gaped at him, “Already?! Jesus Negan!”

“C'mon, you know you want more,”

Cheeky shit was right, but damn, let a woman gain some feeling back in her legs!

“You are a cocky bastard, you know that!?”

Negan licked his lips, “I do love it when you talk dirty, baby!”

I don’t know where in the bloody hell it came from or what was in that whiskey, but we went at it like fuckin’ rabbits all night.

We even slept through the morning, not waking up until after two o'clock in the afternoon.

Negan was laid out on the couch, his hardness standing at attention. He watched as I scrambled to find some of my extra clothes.

I was stumbling around to say the least, extremely saddle sore.

“No! Uh huh!” I said, holding a hand out to him, “There’s no way I can go again!”

He sat up and stalked over to me, his signature shit eating grin plastered on his face.

I yanked up my yoga capris before he reached me, but I was still topless.

“What’s the matter KJ?” He asked, kissing my neck.

I moaned, then hissed when I felt him nip at a tender spot on my neck.

I slapped his bare ass, laughing, “You’ve littered me with hickies, fucked me raw, okay! You have officially ruined me,”

He laugh was deep and sensual, “Good to know baby,”

Cupping my cheek, Negan kissed me as his other hand went to my breast, gently fondling the soft flesh.

I couldn’t resist the moan that left me.

It was then we heard a loud crash and a couple screams that broke our little love fest.

“What the hell!?”

We looked at each other and threw on the rest of our clothes. Negan grabbed his trusty barbed wire bat, while I took my nine millimeter.

We ran out into the bar area, finding two of our waitresses were fighting a ragged looking man.

He was clawing at them, a disgusting gurgle leaving his mouth. He was covered in blood and smelt awful.

I raised my gun, but found it hard to get a decent aim with the girls trying to keep him away.

“I can’t get a shot!” I shouted.

Negan ran over and quickly knocked the man upside the head making him fall to the ground.

The women ran behind the bar, clutching each other.

“What the hell was that!?” I demanded from them.

“He attacked Heather, look!” Linda cried.

I looked at Heather’s arm and flinched at sight of bone. She was deathly pale and sweating profusely.

“Go sit down in a booth and we’ll call the cops and an ambulance,” Negan instructed.

Linda and Heather cried out, pointing at Negan.

I spun around, finding the foul man standing, the whole left part of his jaw hanging on by a mere tendon.

He lunged towards Negan.

I raised my gun and took the shot, hitting him square in the head.

The man, now silent, stumbled back briefly, falling out onto the floor.

“What the shit!?” Negan shouted, blood splatter on his cheek.

My eyes were wide, my chest heaving. I had just shot a man… in the head.

“KJ?”

I could hear Negan call out to me, but my stare was focused solely on the man.

“Baby!?”

I jumped, then looked at the gun in my hand, “He… he was going-”

“Shhhh,” Negan soothed, running his fingers through my hair.

“I… I’m sorry,” The dam broke and tears blurred my vision.

I had just killed a man.

“KJ, c'mon baby, don’t,” Negan pulled me into his embrace.

I fisted his shirt, trying to take deep breaths. I felt like I was going to pass out as I began to hyperventilate.

So much for the afterglow.

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Imagine announcing your engagement.

A/N: Hellooooo, I’m back with more of the Chris Evans Mini-Series Spin-off (I really need to find a title for it 😂) Chapter 3 is called ‘She Said Yes’ and this is Part 1. Oh my Lord, so much fluff. ❤️ Prepare your hearts. You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’ and 'Little Ways Away’ - Masterlist.)

It was needless to say that after getting engaged to Chris at 4:54AM, sleep was not had. You 'celebrated’ passionately and tenderly, waiting for the sun to rise and for the clock to tick to a more reasonable time so you could call your friends and family to announce the engagement they were all waiting for. 6:39AM was a reasonable time, right? You thought so, making the decision to call your best friend first as you knew she must have been worried about you and the state of your relationship. Chris had told you about his stop at your apartment first, and you suffered so much guilt you wanted to call her as soon as you’d heard. But Chris stopped and assured you Ava was much more relaxed when he left, telling him to get some sleep and she was going to do the same. Which brought his next rational point forward-

“I really don’t think you should call her, Y/N. She was up till two, the poor girl’s probably still asleep.” Chris took his eye off the bacon cooking on the stove to glance back at you, turning and wincing when the oil spit on his hand. “Why don’t we call those in Boston first,” he suggested. “They’re ahead so they’re definitely awake at this ungodly hour.”

“But it’s ringing already.” You told him with a cute pout and he chuckled with a shake of his head. “It’s fine, she’ll only be mad for a little while. Once she sees this,” you held up your left hand and waited for Chris to glance back at you to wiggle your occupied ring finger; he smiled. “She’ll be so happy for me that she won’t even care about her sleep deprivation.”

“I think she’d also appreciate being the first to know out of everyone,” he nodded in agreement. “But don’t blame me if she yells at you,” he pointed the spatula at you and you chuckled, sticking your tongue out at him. “Oh God,” he chuckled, trying not to smile. “I’m engaged to a kid.”

“Shut the fuck up.” You laughed and tossed a dishcloth at him, which he swiftly caught and draped over his shoulder while bellowing with laughter. “If anyone’s the kid here, it’s-” Ava picked up your FaceTime call before you could finish your sentence. “Ava!” You gasped excitedly when you saw her face pop up on your screen; you hid your left hand under the counter. “I’m so sorry I woke you up, but I have-”

“Shut up,” she cut you off. You pressed your lips together and tried not to throw something else at Chris, who was quietly laughing behind the iPad. “I don’t care about sleep, I care about you. Are you okay?” She asked and you nodded, smiling. “Did Chris find you?” Chris smiled at the thoughtfulness of your best friend and pulled the pan off the stove so he could join the conversation. “He’s here in Los Angeles, like- he came back for you, risked his job and- Chris!” She gasped when she saw him hug you from behind. “Oh, thank God.” She let out a sigh of relief. “You guys are okay then?”

“We’re better than okay,” you nodded, absentmindedly placing your left hand on his cheek as you leaned back into him. “We’re perfect.” You’d completely forgotten about your ring, until Ava jumped out of bed screaming. You and Chris both flinched, narrowing your eyes at her excitement until your left hand reached to pick Chris’ iPad out of the stand and you remembered your ring.

“You’re engaged!” Ava screamed, causing you and Chris to both wince then laugh. “Oh my God,” she pressed her face so closely to the camera, one would think she was trying to squeeze through to your side. “That is-” she let out a breathless chuckle. “I am so happy for the both of you. This is fucking amazing! Am I the first one? Does Tina know yet? Does Lisa- Oh my God, you are going to make the most beautiful bride and I am going to be the best maid of honor in the whole-” She cut herself off when she saw yours and Chris’ expressions; you were both trying to suppress laughter. “I’m rambling, aren’t I?” You both nodded. “Gahhh! I’m just so excited!”

“Clearly,” you teased, “you just assigned yourself the role of 'Maid of Honor’.” You both chuckled as her eyes widened in utter horror. “Relax, babe.” You laughed. “Of course you’re going to be my maid of honor, there is no one else I’d rather have by my side.” She smiled, blowing you a quick kiss through the camera. “But the wedding’s not going to be for a while, we agreed to have a bit of a long engagement. We’re both-” you glanced at Chris, giving him a curious smile when you saw that he was smiling at you; you didn’t realize he was smiling because you had transformed from an 'I’ to a 'We’. “We’re both busy and we think it’s best if we wait a while.”

“That is very sensible,” Ava nodded. “I just hope it’s not too long, 'cause I’d love to see the both of you get married and have adorable babies. Oh my God, Y/N. Your story is coming to life. Jack and Lola are going to come to life!” She squealed again, making you and Chris laugh. But it was exciting and you were both incredibly excited; to get married, to have kids, to live out the life you wrote, and he read about, together. “I can’t breathe right now, you know that right?”

“We can tell,” you chuckled. “Okay, I’m going to hang up now.” Chris gave Ava a quick wave over your shoulder as he pulled away from you to return to making breakfast. “I’ll be home after I drop Chris off at the airport,” you told her and she nodded with a smirk. “What’s that smirk for?” You asked, but you already knew which was why you were laughing. “Get your head out of the gutter,” you bit playfully, which earned you an even more mischievous smirk. “Goodbye, Ava,” you laughed and ended the call.

“She’s not wrong,” Chris commented, smirking at you when you looked up at him; you chuckled with a shake of your head. “I’m not going to see you for a while, might as well make full use of the time I have with you now. Plus it’s my birthday on Tuesday, and we’re not going to be together for my birthday 'cause you don’t want to miss school.”

“Are you trying to guilt trip me?” You scoffed with a smile and Chris bit back his. “I think you’re forgetting that I’m planning to surprise you two weeks after. You’ll have me for the weekend and we’ll do whatever you want 'cause my visit will be your belated birthday celebration with me.” You reminded him, bringing him back to the conversation you had about how you had the money to get that last minute ticket to Atlanta. He was going to replace the ticket for you, which you had no problem with now that you’d decided to depend on him a little more- per his request as your fiancé.

“But birthday sex is different from 'I’m-leaving-on-a-plane’ sex,” he began suggestively and you laughed. “I suggest we fuel up,” he said as he plated breakfast for the both of you; bacon, eggs, and pancakes. He walked around to you, pulling out the bar stool next to you. “'Cause we’re definitely going to need the energy.” He winked, placing your plate down in front of you.

“I think you’re talking about yourself, old man,” you teased him and he laughed. “'Cause this kid,” you picked a slice of bacon off your plate. “She can do this all day,” you winked as you took a bite.

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Part 2

Winchester Luck

Summary: Sam is blind to the way the reader feels about him, but everyone else isn’t. Castiel and Dean work their magic to set the two up, but the outcome depends solely on the reader. 

Word Count: 1525

Author’s note: Sam is adorable but I swear I just can’t write fluff. Anyways I hope you guys enjoy this, and I owe you all $20 haha


The hunting lifestyle has definitely made you a much stronger person, but the one thing it couldn’t make stronger was your heart. You were hopelessly in love with Sam, to the point where everyone but him could realize. You were brought back to reality when you heard Dean’s voice, “ Earth to (y/n), could you stop daydreaming about my brother for one second?”. Rolling your eyes you walked away from the kitchen island and put your glass down in the sink.

When you turned back around Dean was facing you with his arms crossed, “You know I’m kidding princess, I just hate seeing you upset over it when I know you’re perfect for him”. Dean always insisted that you were the best thing for Sam, but what good was that? Deans words couldn’t make Sam fall in love with you.  

Running your hand through your hair you replied, “ Okay Dean, then why doesn’t Sam want me? You know what I can’t have this conversa-”. You were interrupted by Dean hugging you, stopping any further bad thought from entering your brain. He spoke softly into your ear, “ I love you, and I know that Sammy loves you he’s just not ready to face it yet”. Before you could even reply he added, “Give the boy a break, one of his longest relationships ended in his girlfriend manipulating him to release Lucifer so it’s safe to say he’s a little scared”.

Dean always knew how to make you feel better, laughing you hugged him back. You pretended to be annoyed, “Dean I hate you”. He let go and dramatically placed his hand over his chest as if your words had wounded him. Laughing he spoke up again, “Alright now I’m going to get ready because we do have a case to get started on”. Dean patted your back before he walked away to his room to pack his things. You saw that Sam had attempted to walk over to you both but he realized he’d missed his opportunity and smiled briefly but left.

You decided that it was also time to pack and so you went to your own room and prepared a small overnight bag with all the essentials. Sam’s smile had seemed so forced, he looked upset. You decided that you were just over analysing and just went on packing. When you finally got everything set you walked to the garage and found the boys.

Castiel was there and he hugged you upon seeing you, “(y/n)! I’ve missed you!”. Castiel always made you feel hopeful about things again and was so easy to talk too. Some nights when things were really bad he’d stay up for hours talking with you, his honesty helping tremendously. You smiled, “ Cas I didn’t know you’d be working on the case with us!”.

He grinned, “ I’ve managed to make the case much simpler which is why we can break up into two groups”. You wanted to kill Dean, this was all him. You smiled, “ Oh really? If that’s the case the since you can teleport why don’t Sam and I take the impala?”. Dean was smiling but you could see in his eyes that he was plotting to kill you. You’d won this one, Dean.

He spoke through gritted teeth, “Okay then, but Sammy’s driving”. You hugged him and got into the car with Sam. There was a little awkward silence but Sam quickly filled it. He smiled, “You know I really can’t believe Dean let me drive, but he does have a soft spot for you (y/n)”.

You were confused, “Soft spot?”. You couldn’t help but laugh until you looked and saw how serious he was. His eyes darted from the road to your face, “I mean it’s obvious, I know my brother and I know when he’s interested in a girl”. Sam seriously thought that Dean was into you?

Looking at him directly you spoke evenly, “ Sam, Dean isn’t into me..and I’m not into him”. He rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his hair. He sounded hurt, “ Listen (y/n) I don’t need you to lie to me, you two always spend so much time together. You’ll always be talking about something and once I come over the conversation is dropped and awkwardly changed”. He was being so stupid, why couldn’t he just see?

You knew the only way to fix this was to tell him the truth, “Fuck Sam, I’m not in love with your brother! I’m in love with you if you’d fucking open your eyes and see that okay? Dean helps me because I don’t know how to go about it… I know you don’t feel the same”. He pulled the car over and all you could imagine was the awkward talk you were about to have.

He turned to face you, “Not feel the same, what the hell is that supposed to mean?”. God he was making this so much more difficult. You closed your eyes unable to look at him, “Sam I know I’m not what you want okay? I’m just trying to get over this but I can’t because you’re just so fucking different, you know? It’s like you walked out of a fucking movie, that’s how wonderful you are”.

You felt his hand on your thigh while his other hand brought your chin up to look at him, “Not what I want? You’re all I want”. Before you could process what he’d said his lips were on yours. They were so soft and you felt yourself begin to melt into his touch. When the kiss was over he was smiling at you, “It’s been a long time since I’ve felt like this (y/n), and I was scared of it, but that’s no excuse”.

His smile had faded but he continued, “I think- know, that I’m in love with you, and that’s why I’m so scared…I don’t want to lose you”. It was your turn to silence him and you kissed him passionately. With force you pushed him into the backseat of the impala, “Sammy, you don’t have to be afraid I’m not going anywhere okay?”.

To his surprise you were straddling him and you kissed him once more before grinning evilly, “I think it’s time that I show you”. He was confused but you continued with your plan. You slowly took down his jeans, taking his boxers aswell. When you looked up you realized he was blushing, “Uh (y/n) you don’t hav-”.

Letting your body speak for itself your hand found his member and took it softly in your hand. You bit your lip with anticipation before licking slowly up his shaft. Your eyes remained locked with Sams and he was watching you with his mouth opened.

Feeling confident you swirled your tongue around the tip before lightly sucking. Sam let out a small groan, “Shit baby”. If you weren’t extremely determined you would’ve had a mini heart attack at hearing him call you baby. You were seriously a girl on a mission.

You took as much of him in your mouth as you could and bobbed your head up and down. Picking up speed his moans grew, “Fuck that feels so good”. His words encouraged you and you truly went to work. While bobbing your head your hand worked his shaft up and down.

Changing your speeds you would go fast and then slow down and you heard him laugh, “Keep it up like that and this will be over right now”. While your hand tended to his shaft you moved your mouth to work on his balls, lightly sucking here and there. With each movement of your mouth you heard Sam mutter, “God you’re perfect”. After awhile you brought your mouth back up to his shaft and sucked.

Your speed increased and so did your hand and head movements. Sam was getting louder and louder, “Fuck- oh fuck- I’m so close”. Hearing him like this only made you work faster and faster and you could tell he was about to release. His body moved back but you used your other hand to press back down his chest, making him release in your mouth.

His orgasm was loud and he screamed out your name. You continued to suck for a couple seconds after he had finished making sure you got every drop. Sitting up you locked eyes and swallowed, and Sam just watched completely mesmerized.  

Sam was panting and once he caught his breath he took your face in both hands and brought your lips to his. He kissed you passionately and then on the forehead, “Holy shit (y/n) there’s no way I can’t be in love with you”. Rolling your eyes you playfully slapped his shoulder and you both laughed.

He kissed you once more before saying, “God we’re both so dumb, why did we wait so long”. You snuggled into his body in the back seat and took his hand in yours. Laughing you answered, “I blame Winchester luck, or lack thereof”. You felt his chest move as he laughed and you both just laid there, finally happy together.

Imagine meeting your son. (Part A)

A/N: Ahhhh, Part 5A! You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, ‘She Said Yes’, ‘Miss Graduate’, ‘Something Blue’, ‘Something New’ - Masterlist; ‘Baby Steps’: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A/3B/Part 4A/4B/4C/4D)

Chris sat in the bed with his outstretched legs crossed at the ankles and his back pressed against the headboard. It was 6:23AM; he and Dodger were meant to be leaving for their daily run in exactly seven minutes, but he was yet to get out of bed. He was watching you get some much needed sleep after an entire night of tossing and turning- a figurative expression as you were nine months pregnant. You’d been warned that the beginning and the end of a pregnancy were the worst, but nothing could’ve prepared you for the level of discomfort you were in. Braxton Hicks was an absolute bitch that Dr. McCullough repeatedly spoke to the two of you about; she knew you and she didn’t want Chris to make unnecessary trips to the hospital just because you had a contraction. Every time she saw you, she’d remind you that “not all contractions mean the baby is coming.” You tried to keep that in mind, but every time you had a contraction- that was your first thought and you’d start panicking.

It was pretty clear you weren’t mentally ready to go into labor and give birth even though you were sick of being pregnant. You were scared and it was understandable seeing as this was your first baby. How badly was it going to hurt? Were you going to poop on the table? What if there were complications while you were trying for a natural birth and had to have an emergency c-section? How badly was that going to hurt? What if something happened while you were in surgery and you died? What was going to happen to Chris? Then there was your worst fear of something happening to Jack because what were you going to do if you lost your first baby? How were you going to recover from that?

Chris knew how scared and worried you were about it all. Ever since the two of you returned from Sebastian and Ava’s wedding in New York and Emilia forced you to take your maternity leave, you’d only your pregnancy on your mind. That had its pros and cons because while you could prepare yourself for parenthood, you could also let your anxiety chew away at you. From the questions you’d asked yourself and Chris, it was clear it was chewing away pretty quickly. Chris was great though, he remained calm and reassuring. He even said all the right things: “I’m going to be there and I’m going to hold your hand, okay?”, “Nothing bad is going to happen, you are going to have a safe and uncomplicated birth.”, “I won’t lie, it will hurt. But at the end of all that pain, we’re going to have a baby boy and it’s going to be worth it.”, and “I’m still going to think you’re beautiful even if you poop on the table while giving birth.” That he saved for last because he knew it would make you laugh.

“Good morning,” Chris whispered gently, brushing your hair out of your face while you stirred from your restless sleep. You stretched as much as your body would allow, whining when dull aches stabbed at your lower back. “I know, sweetheart.” He sighed, soothingly running his hand up and down your arm. “It’ll be over soon, okay? It’s already the thirteenth and Jack’s supposedly due tomorrow, I’m sure it’s any day now.”

And that was the other reason Chris wasn’t getting ready for his run; he was scared you’d go into labor while he was out, even if it was just for half an hour. As the date got closer, he got more paranoid about leaving you alone. You were playing it cool because you didn’t want him to lose too much of his daily routines, but he knew you. It was kind of a no-brainer, you’ve had panic attacks about less. You would definitely have a panic attack if your water broke while he wasn’t around, even if you were already at the hospital with Dr. McCullough.

“What time is it?” You changed the subject because you didn’t want to think about giving birth right now; your chest tightened at the thought of it. You caught sight of the hands on the clock before Chris could answer you. “Why are you-” You were cut off by a sudden contraction; you adjusted your position and breathed through it like every other one you’d had so far thanks to Braxton Hicks.

“Should I be timing these?”

“No,” you shook your head. “They’re irregular, it’s not- no, they’re just Braxton Hicks contractions. It’s nothing to worry about.” You told him, but you were addressing yourself more. You didn’t want to go into labor yet, you were not ready. Jack was due tomorrow, you’d be ready tomorrow. “Why are you still in bed?” You asked then looked over the edge of your side of the bed; Dodger was no longer sleeping on the floor. “Dodger’s probably downstairs waiting for you.”

“He is,” Chris nodded.

“So go for your run,” you told him.

“I don’t really feel like it today,” he lied.

“I’m not going into labor until tomorrow.”

“No no no,” he corrected you with a chuckle. “You’re not due until tomorrow, but you can go into labor at any time.” You rolled your eyes, forcing yourself to breath as you ignored the uncomfortable feeling your anxiety was leaving in the back of your throat. “It’s not a big deal, we’ll just skip it today. The ground’s wet anyway.”

“Just because I’m due tomorrow doesn’t mean I’ll have the baby tomorrow, you can’t change daily routines to accommodate my pregnancy. And you sure as hell can’t be by my side twenty-four-seven,” you told him and he smirked. “Chris,” you laughed at his ‘wanna bet?’ face. “Go for your run,” you urged and he sighed. “I’m just going back to sleep, nothing exciting is going to happen. Jack knows how much I like things going according to plan,” you rested your hand on your belly. “He won’t be out today.”

“Fine,” he said after a long pause. “My phone will be with me, so you can me if you need anything.” You nodded and he leaned over to kiss your forehead. “I’ll be back in half an hour, forty minutes tops.” You nodded again, yawning as you closed your eyes. “Okay?” You nodded again, snuggling your pillow. “You’ll call if-”

“Oh my God,” your eyes opened and you laughed. “Yes, I’m going to call you if I need anything and you’re going to be back in half an hour, forty minutes tops.” He chuckled, getting out of bed. “Just go, I’m going to be fine. Don’t Geminis hate clingy people?”

“They don’t hate clingy people, they just like personal freedom.” He answered your rhetorical question as he walked over to the dresser to get a change of clothes; you laughed. “You know, if we’re bringing star signs into the conversation- aren’t Virgos secretly attention seeking?”

“I don’t think I’m ever secretive when it comes to wanting attention,” you quipped and it was his turn to laugh. “And I’m also not secretive when it comes to wanting to sleep, so if you’d just go for your run so I can have some peace and quite- that’d be lovely.” He rolled his eyes and entered the bathroom, closing the door behind him. “Thank you,” you called.

“You’re welcome,” he sang back, referencing Dwayne Johnson’s song in ‘Moana’ which the two of you watched again yesterday night. You giggled then dozed off, listening as he continued to sing to himself behind the closed door.

Chris brushed his teeth and changed then exited the bathroom, smiling when he saw you’d fallen asleep. He checked on you again before he took his leave, gently kissing your forehead. He then grabbed his phone, EarPods, and arm band, and slid his phone into the case as he made his way downstairs. Dodger was already waiting by the door, looking up at his leash. He allowed Dodger to drink some water before he leashed him in preparation for their run, drinking a glass of water himself. As they were making their way out of the house and towards the road, Dodger abruptly stopped which jerked Chris to a stop too.

“What’s wrong, pal?” Chris asked. Dodger glanced back at the house then yanked his leash out of Chris’ grip, sprinting back in the direction they’d come. Chris ran after him, “Dodger! Dodger, what are you-” Before he could finish his sentence, he remembered that dogs had a sixth sense about things. “Y/N!” He sped up, scrambling his keys from his back pocket. “Move!” He instructed Dodger who had been scratching at the door and fumbled with the lock. “Babe, I’m coming!” He successfully unlocked the door and ran inside. Dodger bolted up the stairs with Chris right on his tail. When they came to the bedroom, you were wide awake and on your feet with tears in your eyes. “Hey,” Chris rushed to your side, taking your hands in his. “What is it?”

“C-Chris, my w-water broke.”

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Part 5B

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Dear Ben,

I dreamt once that I lost you. We were on icebergs, and I can’t remember if you were floating away from me or I was floating away from you. But I remember waking up beside you. It was the middle of the night, and it was raining – like tonight. And I heard your breathing, calming me. It was like we could speak without words.

I wonder how and when we learned it, this secret language. I only know that at some point, in the silences, I heard you. And now I’m left with words – these useless words – when all I want is to be beside you again. To make you feel safe. To help you sleep. To bring you back to me.

          felicity awareness week 2017 → fav. ship → felicity ♥ ben

Imagine having a small get-together with Chris.

A/N: Hey guys, I haven’t given up writing the mini-series. This is Part 4 and I’m pushing through and writing Part 5 and Part 6 today. (I am unsure as to how many parts there will be.) Hopefully I’ll get them done and schedule them to be posted tomorrow and the day after. I’ve been really busy with Christmas coming up, and work’s been hectic. So have some patience and we’ll get to the end. Okay, that’s all- enjoy. Oh yes, here are the links to the previous parts. (Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts - Masterlist and Baby Fever Part 1/Part 2/Part 3) I’ll add them once I get home.

“It’s ironic, really.” Your best friend, Luca said as she watched you entertain Phoebe with the snowman plush from your mantel decor. You turned to her with a raised brow and she chuckled before she explained. “How you say you don’t like kids but are so good with them.”

“I am not good with kids,” you laughed. “You’re talking about my better half over on the couch, he’s the child whisperer.” You beckoned your head at your husband; Chris was busy watching the game with Luca’s husband and a few other friends.

“You are so good with kids,” Carly said and narrowed her eyes at your eye roll. “At my wedding, you were the only one who could get Ben’s niece to stop eating the flowers from my bouquet.” She reminded you, and you and Luca laughed. “God, help that one.”

“All I did was give her something better to eat, it was no big deal.” You waved it off and your friends rolled their eyes. “I am not good with kids,” you shook your head. “I don’t even like kids that much. Honestly- if Phoebe wasn’t my niece, I don’t think I would give her the time of day. I guess I’m just one of those horrible kid haters,” you shrugged.

“Stop it,” Luca chuckled. “You are not a kid hater, you just think you are because when you were younger you worked in a restaurant where you met your fair share of little brats that ruined you for other children.” You felt your jaw tightened at the memory of that little boy who dirtied half the restaurant in attempt to get his useless parents to pay him attention. “But you are not a waitress anymore, you’re a writer who should definitely consider having children.”

“I agree,” Carly nodded with a smile. “It is a huge change and it is going to be hard and you are going to be tired, I won’t sugarcoat it. But- it is so worth it, Y/N. Ben and I- we love Jackson. He makes us more than just a married couple, he makes us a family.” You let out a soft sigh because it wasn’t the first time you’d heard that before. “I don’t know, babe. I just feel like you are going to make an amazing mom and your kids are going to be perfect.”

“And I just feel like Chris put you guys up to this,” you joked and laughed when they did. “I am thinking about it, I just- I am not at the point of making a decision yet. I told him I would give him an answer at the end of the week and it’s only the second day,” you chuckled wearily.

“He’s eager to be a dad,” Luca smiled. “You knew Chris wanted kids even before you married him, surely you didn’t expect anything less.” You sighed with a small smile because you didn’t. “You’re not good with change, we get it but- this is going to be a good change.”

“Hold up, did Chris put you guys up to this?” You asked in a more serious tone. “Is changing my mind the reason for this get together? Because we haven’t talked about anything else, just babies.”
Chris overheard you piecing things together from the couch and pressed his lips together. He told you about the get together while you were putting up the tree, you had no memory of it but he assured you that it was planned. And it was, but it wasn’t something you knew about. You assumed it was because you were so busy that you’d forgotten about it but now that you actually thought back, that didn’t sound like you at all; you were always prepared for drop-ins because you were an ambivert that needed to mentally prepare yourself for company. He heard you scoff with realization and quickly excused himself.

“My love,” Chris hugged you from behind and you rolled your eyes, biting back your smile. “Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?” He asked then pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Because you look ten out of ten, eleven even.”

“Told you she’d figure it out.” One of your husband’s best friends, Dean called from the couch. “Your wife is more than just banging, she’s got the brains too.” He glanced over at you and winked, making you laugh as you nodded his way.

“Watch your fucking mouth, bro.” Chris jokingly warned, purposely hugging you tighter; your man was being low key protective and you loved it. “That’s my wife you’re talking about. Don’t make me suit up and fight you.” Dean rolled his eyes then turned his attention back to the TV.

“Did you seriously bring our friends over here to sway me?” You looked up at Chris and chuckled when he pressed his lips together. “Why didn’t you tell them to bring their children too?” You quipped sarcastically but he answered.

“‘Cause then it would’ve been really obvious,” he muttered sheepishly and you laughed. “I’m sorry, okay?” He managed a small smile. “I didn’t mean to be manipulative, I just wanted you to hear someone else tell you how great it is to be a parent and how great you’ll do as a parent.”

“I know, baby.” You chuckled and kissed his jaw. “You’re trying to ease my doubt and I appreciate that, I just need you to tone it down a little so I can think.” You told him and he nodded understandingly. “No more, please? At least until the end of the week.”

“Okay,” he nodded.

Everyone chuckled under their breath, or smiled at your naivety. You had no idea and you didn’t suspect a thing; Phoebe was Chris’ master plan, everything else was just a little extra nudge. You were going to change your mind by the end of the week, Chris was sure of it. Even your friends could feel it, just spending a few hours at your house. They saw the way you looked at Phoebe; the way you were enjoying having a little person around; the way you smiled when you watched Chris play with your niece. You didn’t know it yet but- you were ready and you were going to agree to becoming the mother of Chris’ child soon.

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