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She was breathtaking. She would never think so herself, but man she drew every eye in the room. 

They way her dark blue dress clung to her curves, and the smile she was wearing made her eyes sparkle in the dim lighting. 

Shawn was watching her from across the room. He would feel his chest tighten when she would laugh for smile at someone else. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was jealous. Jealous of the fact that he wasn’t the one making her laugh or smile like that. 

He was hating that he got to walk in, with her on his side, and then had to split up during the party because he had to meet with the record label President. 

She understood, knowing that Shawn had to talk up the new album. He had to do his job, this was just a part of it. 

But she wished that he was here to hold her to his side, hand on her back, while this creepy guy spoke to her. Well not to her, more like, to her breasts.

Shawn noticed, he noticed how every man looked at her in the room. It made his blood boil, she was his and not anyone else’s. He hates that others even get to see her like that. 

He’s biting his lip as he watches her from across the room. 

“Shawn?” Is what pulls him from his glare.

“Hmm what?” He asks looking over at Andrew.

“Are you paying attention? They asked how the third album is coming along?”

“Oh yeah, it’s going good. I just wrote a new song with Geoff, hoping to record it this week.” He nods, letting his gaze fall back to her. 

He starts fiddling with the ring on his middle finger, taking in deep breaths as the man she is talking too moves in closer. 

“Where is Geoff?” Andrew asks. 

Shawn ignores the question. Eyes going wide, and angry as the man moves forward, grabbing her arm. 

She looks scared, Shawn can tell from the look on her face. The man pulls her closer to him, he’s right in her face. She’s trying to push him away but he’s got a tight hold on her arm. 

“What the fuck.” Shawn growls as he pushes past the crowd, rushing to get to her. 

She’s looking around, hoping someone will see what is going on. Hoping to find Shawn. She can’t find him anywhere. 

The panic in her chest rising, this guy just won’t let go and he’s starting to hurt her. 

“Let go of me!” She screams as he puts both hands on her. 

“Let go of her!” A yell comes from behind her making her flinch. 

“I think you need to mind  your own business.” The man glares at Shawn.

“She is my business, you need to let her the fuck go.” Shawn growls.

“Get lost man, I grabbed her first. I’ll let you have your turn when I’m done.” 

“Y/n duck.” Shawn said. She did as told and ducked her head, looking down. 

All she heard was a rush of air and the crack of someone’s nose. The tight grip on her arms is released and she moves away from the guy. 

He’s on the ground clutching his mouth and nose, blood gushing every where. She looks over at Shawn who is shaking out his right hand and breathing hard. 

“Shawn what the fuck?” Andrew yells. 

“Don’t.” She squeaks trying to warn Andrew to back off and let him cool down. 

“Shut it.” Andrew says putting a hand up in front of her face. “Shawn,” He starts, angry.

But Shawn has had enough of people treating his girl with disrespect. 

“What the fuck did you just say to her?” Shawn snaps, getting into Andrews face.

“Shawn don’t do this.” She pleads trying to grab at his arm.

“No what did you just say?”

“Shawn, let’s go for a walk. Cool you down.”

“Y/n, I need you to let go.” Shawn says lowly, moving his gaze to her. 


“I’m too heated and I don’t want to hurt you, let go.”

“Stop it, you’d never hurt me.”

“Y/N I SAID LET GO.” He snaps at her. She flinches and backs away, he’s never yelled at her like that before. 

“Shawn!” She says covering her mouth. He looks over at her, about to yell again. But the words get caught in his throat as he notices the scared look on her face. The face she made when the man was grabbing her, she was staring at him like that. 

“Y/n, baby I’m so sorry.” He snaps back to reality starting to walk to her.

“No, stop.” She says shaking her head. She lets a tear fall and walks away from him. 

“No! Y/n.” He chases after her.

By the time he catches up with her, she’s already in the car, driving off without him. 

“Geoff.” He calls as he sees Geoff across the way. “I need your car.” He yells sprinting to him.


“Don’t start with me, give me your fucking keys.” Shawn says holding out his hand. 

Geoff knows something is seriously wrong, and digs into his pocket throwing the keys into Shawn’s hand. 

Shawn runs to the car, starting it as soon as he can. He has to find her and apologize. He never ever wanted to see that look on her face again. He can’t believe he snapped on her like that. 

He throws the car in park next to the one she drove home, rushing up the stairs to the apartment. He opens the door, surprised it isn’t locked. 

“Y/n?” He calls out. 

No response. 

His heartbeat beating out of his chest. 

He can’t lose her.

“Y/n?” He calls out again. 

He’s walking around the apartment trying to find her. He stops in front of their master bathroom. 

He can hear her crying. He goes to open the door, but this one is locked. 

“Baby.” He sighs against the door. “Open the door please.” 

“Go away.” She whines. 

“No, Baby, please talk to me.” 

“Please Shawn go away.” She says, sobbing. 

His chest clenches and it feels like his heart is ripped out of his body as he can hear her sobbing on the other side of the door. He hates that he can’t hold her, rock her back and forth. 

“I’ll wait Baby.” He sighs. He hears her sigh and choke back a sob. He turns and leans his back on the door. 

He wipes his face and closes his eyes as he starts to cry himself. 

An hour passes and he slides down the door, sitting on the floor with his back and head against the door. The sobbing stopped and he’s pretty sure she’s fallen asleep but he’s true to his word. 

He’ll wait. 

He’s wiping his tears as the door clicks and opens. Before he can respond he falls back, as the thing holding him up moves, and he hits his head on the floor.

“Jesus Shawn are you okay?” Y/n crouches down to check on him. 

He looks up at her with a small smile.

“So much better now.” He whispers letting his hand cup her face, using his thumb to wipe her dried tears away. She closes her eyes leaning into his hand. “I’m so sorry Baby, I don’t even know what the hell I was doing. I was so angry that that guy touched you, I’m sorry about that too.” He starts rambling.

“Stop, stop, Shawn, stop.” She hushes him. He sits up, as she sits on the floor in front of him. She crosses her legs and he does the same, letting his hands rest on her thighs. 

“No, I should have been there with you the whole time. I should have stepped in when I saw the guy approach you.” He sighs. “I shouldn’t of hit him, but all I saw was red. Especially when he spoke of you like you were a toy or some shit.” He shakes his head. “I lost it, he treated you so wrong and you didn’t deserve that. I couldn’t help myself, I had to punch him. He had to know that what he was doing was wrong.”

“Shawn, I’m not angry at you.” She stops his rambling by putting her hands on his face. 

“But you should be.”

“Why? Because you stood up for me? Because you punched a guy that was talking about sexually abusing me?” She spoke truthfully. His jaw clenches and he closes his eyes as she says that. 

“But I don’t,”

“No, you listen to me. I love that you get jealous. I love that you stand up for me at all times. I love that you’ll punch a guy and not worry about the consequences just because he spoke disrespectfully to me. Shawn I love that side of you, I love you.” 

“Stop, don’t say that.” He sighs. 

“Shawn?” She asks confused.

“No I scared you. I can’t believe I did that. I can’t believe I snapped at you like that. I was just so mad, and then Andrew started to get in on it. He should never speak to you like that. But the look on your face.” He sighs covering his face with his hands. “Jesus Y/n I can’t get the look on your face out of my head.” 

“Shawn.” She grabs his hands, moving them away. He closes his eyes, not looking at her. “Look at me.” She says softly. He shakes his head. “Shawn look at me.” She says again.

“No Y/n.” 

She’s lost her patience.

“Dammit Shawn, look at me!” She raises her voice at him. He looks up, searching her face. “Shawn, I should have listened to you. You told me to let go. I knew how heated you were, I knew it. I was just trying to get you away from the group. I didn’t want you to do something you would regret. I just wanted you to calm down for a second.” She explains. “I knew it, I should have listened. Tried to get into your head in a different way.” 

“I did do something I regret.” He sighed.

“What did you do Shawn? When I left what did you do?”

“When you left? What no. I regret snapping at you like that. I have never yelled at you, ever and all of the sudden it happened.”

“Shawn it’s okay.” She tried.

“No, it’s not. I wasn’t me, I couldn’t see straight.”

“Shawn.” She crawls into his lap. “Stop it’s okay. I know that, I wasn’t crying because you yelled at me. I’m a big girl, I can be yelled at without crying. All my emotions hit me at once. Yes your yelling didn’t help, but it’s like the situation finally clicked in my head. That guy was trying to grab me and take me, and I freaked.” 

“I’m so sorry.” 

“Stop apologizing.” 

“No I’m so sorry. I can’t lose you.”

“You aren’t gonna lose me, ever. Shawn I love you” 

“I love you too.” He smiles weakly.

“How’s your head?”

“Can you kiss it and make it better?” He teases. She smiles and kisses the top of his head. 

“All better?”

“It hurts here too.” He taps his lips. She laughs and leans in and connects their lips.

“That’s helping.” He mumbles against her lips, causing her to giggle.

“How long did you sit here waiting?” She asks as they pull away.

“I don’t know, I would have sat here all night.” He shrugs. 

She smiles and kisses him again. 

“I would wait a lifetime for you.” He grins at her. 

“Stop being cheesy.” She lightly pushes his face away.

“Can’t help it. I love you.” He smiles.

“With the lights on?” She teases. He rolls his eyes and grins at her. 

“If you’ll let me.” He smirks.

“Nice try.” She nods at him. 

“You’re okay though?” He asks becoming serious.

“Yeah Babe I’m fine.” 


“No promises remember.” 

“Stop playing for a second, promise me you’re okay.”

“I promise I’m okay.” She whispers, running her fingers threw his curls. 

“Okay.” He sighs, closing his eyes.

“Does this mean I have a ‘Bad Reputation’ now?” She giggles. 

He shakes his head, kissing her, to stop the teasing. 

I really liked how they handled the romance between Liz Allen and Peter Parker.
First we find out that they have a little chemistry. She notices him in the hallways. She notices him in their Academic club. She knows he’s valuable.
Then he knows she has a mild crush on his Hero Persona, Spiderman. This boosts his confidence. To add to that crush, he talks to Karen about her and he saves her from falling down the elevator shaft (not Gwen Stacy style). And Karen has that cute moment when she’s like “kiss her now”.
When Tony takes away the suit, he throws himself back into his life and his normal life goals. We see him first apologize to Liz about ditching for the competition and then stumbling into a confession/date. The first is very earnest because it shows how much he cares for other people’s passions. The second very high school. He’s hesitating, kinda quiet, definitely expecting a rejection, and then the little happy run both of them do to leave the scene. She’s always kinda liked him. And you get a montage of him preparing for the dance, which is super cute. Learning how to tie a tie, try out outfits, bringing a corsage.
And you see the contrast between the car rides before and after he enters her house. He’s very distracted being her date because her dad is the Vulture. Then he leaves her, the girl of his dreams, in a truly beautiful dress, to reveal that he was always planning to go after the villain. He decided before he left the car.
And to go to the fight scene completely vulnerable, not having the amped up suit, knowing this is your classmate’s dad. Having been at a party in his house. And saving him, despite having been beaten and almost killed by him.
Cut back to school and again they meet in the hallway. He apologizes. And she plays it off cool. Like, yeah, leaving her at the dance was mean, but she forgives him. BUT HE’S APOLOGIZING FOR SO MUCH MORE. He’s apologizing for the metaphorical bomb he’s dropped on her family. For revealing the dirt on the money she’s lived off of. The fact that it was him who caused this crisis in her family. Sorry that if he hadn’t gone after the Vulture, she could stay in the same school, not be known as a criminal’s daughter, stayed rich. Sorry that her father is now in jail. Sorry that it had to end this way.
And even though the Vulture didn’t die, that wrecking that Tony warned him about is true. The lives he destroyed (not took) are on him. Even if they weren’t intentional or his fault.

Spirit in the House - chap 8/10

Modern!AU Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader is in a coma after a car accident. Bucky moves into your apartment and find your spirit still hanging around. (Based on Just like Heaven)

Word Count: 1,965

Warnings: Language, Mention of Cheating

A/N: Grab your bottles of wine ‘cause the last 3 chapters are going to be extra cheesy. Sorry for the wait, hope this is worth it. 

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 10

Originally posted by dailyevanstan

In the fifth month of your coma, your spirits declined. So to speak. Your chances of survival were very slim.

Bucky didn’t visit you often, he was afraid he might run into Peggy. But everytime he visited, he always placed a soft, lingering kiss on your forehead and you could feel the gentle pressure of his lips against your skin.

He never mentioned that to you, so you never commented on it.

Bucky would read books to you, watch movies with you until he fell asleep on the sofa, too tired to move. Most of the time, he was trying to fight off sleep so he could stay with you a little bit longer.

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Hey lady, sick of getting those petals all done up; sick of being a rose, a flower, the galaxy, and all other standards of beauty that writers set for you to fail. Every poem blatantly reveals why it didn’t work. You were the dream vessel that never asked to be featured in a longing subconscious, the rogue bloom, the dying star. Runway, runaway. Dance like every asshole’s watching, middle fingers loaded.
—  K. Manning


Sons of Anarchy

Breakfast Anyone? - by @basickassandra ~ Jax

* Bath Time - by @samcrosonslife ~ Tig

Play Time or Help Time? - ^^^ ~ Happy

New Man - by @middle–fingering ~ Chibs

* Waiting - by @soaimagines ~ Opie

Inked - ^^^ ~ Jax

* Office Hours - ^^^ ~ Happy

Bail - by @come-join-themurder ~ Tig

Play Fighting - by @followthereaper ~ Jax

Flirting With You Would Include - by @underratedcharactersimagines ~ Jax

Cheeky - by @greezyscumbag ~ Jax

Star Trek

Captain Oblivious  - by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord ~ Bones

Scotty Worrying About the Age Difference - by @youre-on-a-starship ~ Scotty

Wordless Apologies - by @outside-the-government ~ Bones

1000 Follower Ficlet #14 - ^^^ ~ Bones

Fluffy Headcanons - by @obiwannacorncobkenobi ~ Spock 

Being In A Relationship With McCoy - by @silence-burns ~ Bones

It Reminded Me of You - by @whatif-animagineblog ~ Spock

Into You - by @enterprisewriting


Tormund Imagine - by @thranduilsperkybuttTormund

Child Says Their First Word - ^^^ ~ Tormund

A Hound’s Jealousy - by @megsironthrone ~ Sandor

Bronn Having A Crush On You - by @underratedcharactersimagines ~ Bronn


You Have No Idea How Much I want You - by @lucifersagents ~ Gabriel

* Sinful Sunday Drabble - by @kittenofdoomage ~ Benny

Crowley Drabble - by @girl-next-door-writes ~ Crowley

Criminal Minds

* Blowing Derek - by @of-badges-and-guns ~ Morgan

Things You Said Before You Kissed Me - by @of-badges-and-guns ~ Hotch


Gibbs & Meadows - by @lucifersagents ~ Gibbs

* Angry Sex - by @of-badges-and-guns ~ Gibbs

Strikhedonia - ^^^ ~ Gibbs

Under the Weather - by @spaceemonkeyyxd ~ Gibbs


* Galahad Drabble - by @thranduilsperkybutt ~ King Arthur 2004

How they kiss you before going on/being back from mission ~ by @underratedcharactersimagines ~ Kingsman Preference

* Jealousy & Possessive Sex - ^^^ - Merlin (Kingsman)

The Five Fingers of the Hand as actual fingers...

Here’s the breakdown:

  • Alexandra (Sigourney Weaver, duh) — the opposable thumb, because she is the most powerful among the five.
  • Madame Gao (she’s literally in every series) — the pinky, because she is so tiny and people forget how strong the smallest finger can be.
  • Sowande (aka White Hat) — the ring finger, because he is clearly the most stylish of the five.
  • Bakuto (Colleen’s former mentor) — the middle finger, because although he was believed to be dead he returned with his middle finger raised at Colleen and Danny.
  • Murakami (the man behind Kobu) — the pointer finger, because he is the strongest fighter, the most versatile, and the most secretive.
The Games We Play

A wee one shot of Jamie and Claire set around MOBY.

“Sassenach – do ye think me a fool?”

“Not often. Why?”

“I was just wonderin’ on account of the curly wee bits o’ green pokin’ out o’ my mashed potato.”

Claire sighed and rolled over, squinting to find the outline of her husband in the moonlight.

“It’s wild spinach…”

“It’s pigs weed …”

“And it’s incredibly …”

“Good for me. Aye, I ken. But ye ken I dinna care for it.”

One large hand crept across the space between them and settled pointedly on her bottom and Claire gave it a withering look over her shoulder before responding

“Which is why I went to the bother of chopping it up and mixing it in with your mashed potato, the same as Marsali does for Joan.”

Claire saw the glint of pale light on red whiskers as Jamie smiled, though the hand on her backside tightened ever so slightly.

“I am no’ a wee lass …”

“Well the fact that you need to say it …”
Claire laughed and felt Jamie quivering with suppressed laughter himself, though when he spoke his voice managed to remain stern.

“I dinna like ye hidin’ things in my food.”

“And I don’t like the thought of you fainting due to an iron deficiency or losing teeth through scurvy!”

“Would ye still kiss me?”

The amusement in his voice shone through this time and Claire smiled to herself.

“I expect so.”

“Ach, weel then! I’ve no need to worry, have I?”

Jamie patted the rounded swell beneath his hand and rolled onto his back, snaking an arm around Claire’s shoulders and drawing her close.

“I can’t believe I finally locate a decent green, edible leaf in good supply in the middle of this jumbled forest and you won’t eat it!”

She huffed nuzzling in close to him and lightly nipping the flesh of his chest

“It isna ‘decent’ and edible is questionable too…”

“Next time I’ll grind it to a paste and stir it into your tea!”

“Do that an’ I’ll take ye wee pestle an’ throw it into the next lake we pass.”

Jamie grinned and kissed the crown of her head.

Claire snorted and rolled on top of him, deftly hitching his nightshirt up around his hips. As always she had a small start of surprise at the leanness of his flanks and the pointed arc of his hip bones beneath her fingers. Never a fat man even in middle age, Jamie had definitely lost too much weight on the road and it alarmed her to feel it.

“Dinna fash Sassenach, I’ve a wee bit o’ cushioning left yet.”

His fingers brushed through the curls at her temple and she turned her face to kiss his wrist

“We’re getting too old for all of this, General Fraser.”
She smiled ruefully and felt rather than saw Jamie nod

“Aye we are. I think I may be ready for a wee blanket at my knees and a graceful dotage.”

Claire wrinkled her nose
“I don’t know about that, but a proper bed and some good food wouldn’t go amiss.”

“Ah, so ye do admit that feedin’ ye husband weeds is no’ verra nice!”

Jamie sat up and Claire’s legs wrapped around him, keeping her balance as she shifted them in the little tent.

“I admit that if I could find a carrot to stop your fussing it would be a welcome change!”

Jamie laughed and slid his hands up Claire’s shift, feeling the nobbles of her spine and her ribs pressing against her skin. He sighed and rested his forehead against her shoulder

“Aye, and ye are in need o’ a wee bit more sustenance too Sassenach.”

Claire shook her head gently and lifted his face to kiss his lips
“I’m fine. I have you.”

“That ye do lass …”

Jamie gasped as Claire proved her point and began to gently rock against him

“Oh dear God, ye truly do Sassenach.”

Claire paused and was gratified to hear a noise of distress emit from his throat

“Will you eat the spinach?”

Jamie growled but after a moment of hesitation nodded

“Aye, I’ll eat whatever ye decide to stick in my supper here but …”

He thrust his hips impatiently, grinning at the contented squeak Claire gave

“…when we get home ye are to stop feeding me weeds. Agreed?”

Claire moaned, digging her fingers into the curls at the base of his skull.
The next morning, as Jamie tried to eat around the flecks of green in his porridge, he raised his fingers to the faint scratches his wife had left on his neck and grinned to himself. Looking down at the pestle and mortar at his feet and the as yet untouched cup of tea at Claire’s elbow, his eyes narrowed to mischievous slits as he waited for her to take her first sip.

Two could play these games and he wondered, with a faint shiver of anticipation, how she would even the score tonight.

Don’t piss off girl on her period

summary: it’s a bad time to prank a girl

pairing: fem!reader  x Gabriel

warnings: cursing, slight angst, periods

A/N; I am so happy with the ending

Originally posted by helpimanspnfan

Let’s get one thing straight, periods are one of Gods worst creation errors. Y/n knew this all too well. Month after bloody, painful month she suffered. Of course Sam and Dean didn’t know much about periods, only that they were the worst thing that could happen to a female. And after counting the days on her calendar Y/n had reached that time once again.

Y/n groaned and rolled out of bed and onto the floor, causing her to let out an even louder groan. Dean entered the room and looked down at the annoyed woman laying on the floor with her arms across her chest and eyes squeezed shut. “Mornin’ sunshine,” Dean said with a sad smile on his face. Y/n held her middle finger up to the handsome man. He smiled once again before he walked off. “Fuck my life,” Y/n muttered into the floor.

Y/n made her way into the kitchen with her head down and her hair falling in front of her face. “I made eggs,” Y/n looked up at the tall moose-like man. “Is there any pie left over from yesterday?” The tall Winchester sighed. No one ever wanted to eat his healthy meals that he prepared at 6 in the morning. Y/n opened the fridge door looking for pie. “Ya see Sammy? Y/n gets it, no one wants to eat your rabbit food,” Y/n cut a slice of pie for herself and Dean. Dean took a mouth full of pie and proceeded to spit out what looked like maggots. Y/n looked up shocked, “What the-” 

“Didn’t know you were a spitter Dean,” in came everyone’s favourite archangel Gabriel. Sam looked terrified to see the trickster alive, Dean was still spitting out the rest of his breakfast, Y/n just looked fed up. “aw don’t be like that Y/n, I have plenty more tricks up my sleeve, and besides it’s morning- we’re only getting started.” And with that the whisky eyed angel vanished. “Douche bag,” Dean muttered.

The day went along with random pranks and shenanigans the trickster would pull-from replacing Sam’s shampoo with pink hair dye to messing with baby to jump scaring Y/n, the trickster picked a hell of a day to do some tricks. 

Y/n sat on her bed weeping into her hands, this was all too much- sure the trickster could be fun at times but when he picked a day where blood was coming out of her vagina and her hormones were everywhere it was not a fun time. 

The angel strolled into her room. “Hey sugar w-” Gabriel noticed the girl crying. “Sugar?” Y/n looked up at the angel “what?” she glared at him with cold eyes. He was looking down at the floor when his head shot up and he clicked his fingers. Y/n’s favourite movie started to play on the tv that was placed in front of her bed. The still sad girl sniffled, “Thanks,” she whispered. Her favourite chocolate appeared in her hands and a hot water bottle was placed on her stomach. “I’m sorry,” the angel said with so much sadness in his voice that the hormonal girl wanted to cry once more. He turned to leave. “Stay,” she whispered softly, “please?” The arch-angel obliged and sat down on the bed with the human, she cuddled into his chest. “You’re a bit of a dick sometimes ya know?” Gabriel chuckled “And you’re beautiful all the time ya know?” she looked up at the whisky-eyed angel. “Would it be ok if I kissed you?” Y/n nodded and melted into the kiss. She felt her body flood with warmth and happiness. “Wow,” she whispered. She opened her eyes to see a set of six golden wings behind Gabriel’s back. “You’re my soulmate,” he whispered.

anonymous asked:

au where even is head of the football team and isak head of the cheerleaders and they become the power couple of school

pls!!!!! but before they do, they dont really like each other. both thinks the other one is really selfish and all so they always fight but that…tension is always there….and one day the cheerleaders are practicing out on the field and the football team is fooling around until everyone arrives to play,and someone kicks the ball over to them and even is like “i’ll get it” and he runs up all smug to isak and the others and he’s like “so incredibly sorry to interrupt” smirking and he takes forever to get the ball on purpose and isak is like “can you just hurry up and leave, this is kind of a no-asshole zone” and the others are giggling and even finds the ball and does some juggling with it and then looks at isak like “so why are you here” and isak clenches his jaw but cant say anything and even winks and runs back to the football team and isak just yells a fuck you after him and even gives a thumbs up and grins and then turns the thumbs up to the middle finger …..man i just really want some haters to lovers fic sldkjf

Imagine finding out something amazing with Chris.

A/N: Part 4! Let’s call this one the calm before the storm. 😏 You can read the previous parts here: (‘Charlotte Rose’ - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3) and (‘Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts’; 'Baby Fever’; 'Memory Lane’; and 'Little Ones’ - Masterlist) Enjoy. X

You’d entered the kitchen with your phone against your ear and a print of your completed script in your hand. You were on the phone with Alex, discussing the meetings he’d line up for you that day. You’d finally finished after months of hard work and were up to meeting with production companies and their chosen directors to make your pitch and hear theirs, as well as decide on who you wanted to trust with 'Charlotte Rose’ as it was a script that meant a lot to you. You’d already declined numerous production companies and their directors with only one company left; 'Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer’. You were hoping things would work out, otherwise you were going to have to revisit or put the script aside until the right director came along.

The story was about Charlotte Rose, a blind violinist, who traveled the world inspiring those with disabilities aspiring to be musicians. You’d gotten the idea on your last day in Rome while you were on your romantic trip with your husband. You were checking out of the hotel when you heard beautifully played music coming from the hotel’s café. You’d always loved the melodies that violins offered, so you left Chris to deal with the bags while you made a detour.

It surprised you when you saw that the musician was blind, but what surprised you even more was how kind and positive she was when you spoke with her. You didn’t have a lot of time to speak with her as your cab was waiting for you, but by the end of the ten minute conversation, you’d decided Rosita’s story was one worth telling. You told her you were a screen wright and asked if she would be okay with you loosely basing a story around her. She was very touched by the offer and even gave you her contact detail if you ever needed to ask her any questions about anything. Other than you and Chris, she was the only other person who got to review your script the second you were done with it; you’d personally read the whole thing from cover to cover and recorded it like an audiobook just for her, because without her, you wouldn’t have a story to tell.

“Bud, you can’t just eat all the marshmallows and not the cereal.” You heard Chris tell your son and you looked over at them, chuckling softly while listening to Alex. “You have to eat it all,” Chris pushed the bowl back towards Jack who’d pushed it away after he claimed he was finished with.

“But Daddy, the marshmallows are the only parts I like.” Jack pouted when Chris pointed at the bowl, facials informing your son he had no choice but to finish it. “Fine,” he huffed and picked up his spoon again, passive-aggressively clinking his spoon against his plastic bowl as he ate his- most likely soggy- cereal.

You tuned back into your phone call when you heard Alex ask for your confirmation, “yeah, I’m going to head over now.” You said and Chris looked up at you with narrowed eyes; he, too, had a meeting he had to leave for now. “See you in a bit,” you bid Alex goodbye then hung up.

“Hey, babe?” Chris called from the dining table.

“Hm?” You hummed; you were too busy gathering your materials to look up at him.

“Are you headed out?” He quizzed and you looked up.

“Yeah,” you nodded as you walked over to kiss your boys goodbye. Jack giggled and squirmed away when you tried to give him a playfully loud smack on the cheek, whereas Chris turned his head to have you meet his lips instead. “I’m going to need you to drop Jack off at preschool today, I’ve got a meeting to run to.” You told him and he pressed his lips together. “What?” You felt your eyes narrow at his expression.

“I’ve got a meeting to run to too,” he answered with a wince. “We’re meeting the writer today to try and convince him or her to give us the movie rights. I told you the other night and you said…” He trailed off when he saw realization pool in your eyes and heard you cuss under your breath. “I’m meant to be leaving now, I just thought I’d help get Jack through breakfast seeing as you were still on the phone with Alex.”

“Oh my God, Chris,” you covered your mouth, “I honestly forgot.”

“You know what, it’s fine.” He chuckled and quickly tried to calm things when he saw you start to run a hand through your hair; an obvious tick when you were stressed out. “I’ll call them and tell them I’m going to be la-”

“No,” you shook your head, letting out a quick breath. “I’ll drop Jack off, you go to your meeting.” Chris tried to argue, but you didn’t give him a chance. “It’s fine, babe. You can’t be late for yours whereas I can afford to because they’re trying to win me over.” You chuckled when he did. “Just go, I’ll see you later.”

“I love you,” he quickly pecked you on the cheek as he got to his feet.

“I love you too,” you smiled and gave him a small wave as he rushed for the front door, disappearing around the corner and down the hallway. “Good luck, Captain,” you called, “you’re going to nail it!”

“You too, sweetheart!” You heard him call back then the front door slam shut.

• • • • • • • •

You spotted Alex waiting outside the restaurant as you pulled into the parking lot. You winced when you saw him tap at his watch and quickly mouthed a “sorry” even though he probably couldn’t see what you were saying. You got out of the car, grabbing your bag and files as you did, and made your way over to him.

“I am so sorry, Alex,” you told him and he chuckled softly; he knew you had a hectic schedule so he couldn’t be too mad at you. “Chris had a meeting to get to and I had to drop Jack off at preschool and there was a huge-”

“Don’t worry about it,” Alex cut you off with a smile. “They’re surprisingly understanding at Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer. Most of them are parents themselves, so they understand what life is like with kids. Plus they’re all so interested in working with you that you could’ve left them waiting an extra hour and they’d still bend over backwards to get you to sign your script over to them.” You chuckled softly at that. “You’re fine, now let’s go in.” He said and led you inside. “I think you’re going to be very happy with the director they’re offering, it’s someone you’ve been wanting to work with for a while now.”

“I think you should know by now that a name isn’t all that’s going to win me over,” you responded with a chuckle and he nodded, sighing. You’d declined a few big names over the past few days, some you’d dreamed about working with since you started in the industry. “I need to know that I can trust the person with my work, Alex. I’m passionate about telling the story right, so if the director can’t meet my vision then- I’m not going to say yes.”

“I know. But trust me,” Alex bit back his smile as he stopped in front of the door of the private room. “This director is definitely going to meet your vision. He’s got a very unique mindset, one that I believe matches yours perfectly. In fact, I’d say he is worthy of being your soulmate.” He commented and you felt your eyes narrow in confusion. You’d no clue what he was talking about, nor were you in the right mind to figure it out; pregnancy brain was kind of kicking your ass a little. “You’ll see what I mean in a second.” He pushed the door open and stepped aside, holding out an arm to gesture you in first. “After you, Y/N.”

You walked into the room and felt your jaw drop at the sight of your husband sitting amongst a small group of men and women. “Chris?” You narrowed your eyes at him; he looked up at you and felt his own jaw drop. “What is happening here?” You asked as you turned to Alex, who was trying his utmost best not to laugh at your reaction.

“This is why they wouldn’t mention names,” Chris mumbled to himself then smiled when he realized what this meant; you were the mysterious nameless writer they wanted him to work with. “Oh my God,” he slapped his knee, grinning excitedly. “I can’t believe I’m finally going to be able to work with my wife.”

“As you can see, your director will be Chris Evans if you choose to sign on with Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer,” Alex informed you, smiling. You chuckled with a shake of your head, smiling at Chris who could not wipe his grin from his handsome face. “I thought I’d keep things fair and keep your husband for the last meeting, otherwise you wouldn’t even give the first five a shot.”

“And what makes you think I’m going to give my husband a shot?” You quizzed, smirking at Chris who was trying hard not to laugh. “Just because he’s my husband doesn’t mean I’m just going to trust him with my work, he’s still going to have to win me over.”

“Your wife is a tough one,” you heard one of the Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer’s representatives say to Chris and you saw him chuckle and nod in response. “Here we were thinking getting you to direct meant getting her script.” Chris looked up at you, smiling as he chewed on his middle finger. “I guess we were wrong about that,” the man chuckled softly.

“Don’t worry,” Chris dropped his hand, smirking. You bit back your smile as your husband said smugly, “I’m very good at winning her over. Case in point,” he held up his hand, letting his wedding band glisten under the fluorescent light. “Getting her to have a kid was another tough one, but here we are expecting a second one.” You chuckled softly, absent-mindedly smoothing your hand over your belly. “This is going to be a piece of cake. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

“If you say so, Captain,” you felt your own smirk appear as you took your seat opposite Chris. You slid copies of your script across the table at your husband and his employers. “Now let’s see what you’ve got to bring to the table.”

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