Ok so I’ve finally
gotten around to doing this highly requested post based off this post and I’m
sorry to all those who had been waiting for ages for it to come out but here it
How to Annotate a
Look I’m actually
doing the play Medea at the moment so this can be used for other texts apart
from novels too!
Like I’ve said before,
I know lots of people don’t want to taint their texts with writing and highlighting,
but to me, it is so so satisfying when I finish with a fully annotated book
with tabs flying out of every page and all that, plus it acts as a sweet
resource once it’s done.
((Hopefully by the
time you’ve gotten around to this level of annotating, you’ve read through your
text already and maybe even put down some initial thoughts in the margins.))
To put it simply, I
have three levels of coordination when it comes to annotating a novel: words,
tabs and sticky notes.
big chunks of text you can’t fit in the margins of your book, such as summaries
of characters, themes, etc
also get those big chunks of info to stand out from the rest of the novel
If you’re reading
a larger text with chapters, it’s quite handy to use big sticky notes to summarise
2. Tabs (and
these are the tabs I have sticking out of my book and they’re used for quick
references, where I can easily search up a type of quote quickly in the novel
without having to flip through every page.
of the tabs I use are the same colours as my highlighters, so it is easy to see
where the quote is and which tab it corresponds to.
the specific quote rather than leaving a tab there by itself, for future
reference when you need a specific quote, but if you’ve got a massive chunk
that is just too important to pick out a small quote, use a square bracket on
the inside margin. Smaller quotes are better.
Have a tab
for broad topics such as characters, themes, literary devices, plot developments,
context, etc. If you have more colours, you can always make your categories
more specific (for me, the character of Medea is separate to the rest of the
the main idea on the tab itself, a.k.a. the reason why I highlighted or tabbed
that quote there.
quotes to highlight depends on
What we go
through in class
written as an important quote in the text guide we are given/the internet
think is important. If you’re not sure, ask yourself WHY is that quote
important and if you can answer that, highlight it!!!
explanation of quotes is written on the actual pages, and often right under a
tab to elaborate.
using a thin pen as in 0.38 to really fit in as much as possible.
as well as tabbing is so so important, because you can highlight as much as you
want, but it really won’t mean anything until you’ve written down its
significance, and even if you have an amazing memory, this is vital ok. Even a
few words along the margin explaining the quote can mean the difference between
good writing and great writing in your upcoming essay.
What do I
actually write? If it’s a literary device, I’ll name it (e.g. Metaphor) and
explain its symbolism, or the author’s intention for putting that in. If it’s a
theme related quote, I’ll explain the message that the author is trying to
convey through that quote. If it’s a character related quote, I’ll explain how
that quote adds to their character, maybe finding contrasts, etc.
Supplies that I used
(pink, orange, yellow, blue, aqua; gotta get that colour coding)
- Pilot Frixion
Signo TSI (erasable like the frixion pen so that if I’m not too sure about what
I’ve written as an annotation, I can check with the teacher and erase if need
- A set of
1000 tabs in total, divided among pink, orange, yellow, green and blue
- Pastel square sticky notes
As an optional step, I
highly recommend making use of the back cover or spare pages in the book. I use
them for writing definitions of recurring words, good vocabulary to use in the
future when writing the essay and also character maps, explaining the
relationship between each character.
I hope you all find
((disclaimer: this is
just how I do it so don’t shank me pls))
“Don’t look at me like that. You know you like it.” You snorted, rolling your eyes as Harry let out another huff of frustration. You were in the middle of a skin care/hair care/overall care products phase, and although testing them out on yourself was fun, testing them out with a friend (or in this case, your boyfriend) was a whole lot better!
“Why don’t you have to do this one?” Harry whined, reaching up to adjust the towel that was definitely weighing his head down.
“I washed my hair yesterday! This hair mask is for after you wash your hair, which you conveniently did today.” You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of a pouty Harry with his hair bundled up like an ice cream swirl, his face set in a little frown as he continued scrolling through his phone.
“Wha’ if my hair gets greasy?”
“I’m sure there’s a hair mask for greasiness, don’t you worry.” You hummed, Harry digging his finger underneath the towel to scratch at his scalp. Harry loved you with all his heart, and he’d do anything for you, you knew that! Naturally, when you asked him if he wanted to try some cool products with you he said yes! Two hours into the process and he was starting to regret that decision. It was just… You’d pull this adorable pouty face at him if he refused to do something and he’d fall in your trap immediately.
“How long am I supposed to leave this shit in for?” Harry grumbled, watching as you plopped yourself down on the bed with a cheesy grin on your face.
“About a minute more.” You shrugged, leaning in and planting a kiss on his cheek. “Thanks for doing this with me.” You fought back a smile seeing Harry roll his eyes playfully before you were leaning in to plant a little thank you kiss on his cheek.
“I think I deserve more than a cheek kiss for doin’ this!” Harry immediately pulled you back closer to him, tucking his face into the crook of your neck before he was sponging kisses to your skin. You giggled upon feeling one of his hands slide underneath your shirt, fingertips tracing random patterns by the bottom of your spine. He moved his hand to squeeze at your hip gently, nipping the skin of your neck while his hand slid down to cup the underside of your thigh in an attempt to pull you on top of- You pulled away your alarm suddenly went off, signalling it was time to wash the mask out of Harry’s hair. “What the-”
“Time’s up! Let’s go wash your hair!”
“But I- We were just- I-” Harry immediately slumped against the frame of the bed, blowing a raspberry before letting out a small laugh. “You are… Un-bloody-believable.”
A/N: This was requested by @mylittlesupertimewolf! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3
While Sam and Dean were at another location on a hunt, you and Castiel were doing the dirty work. Which meant that you had to dig up a body and salt and burn it. You had only known Castiel for a few weeks. You still felt awkward around the angel, but to be fair, he felt the same way around you. He never had the chance to acquaint himself with you, since you spent most of your time hunting.
“Are you sure this is the right grave Castiel,” you asked, setting the shovel down on the grass next to the six foot deep hole. Castiel grabbed onto your arm, hoisting you out of the grave. “I don’t wanna get this one wrong.”
“I’m sure,” Castiel affirmed. “This is the man’s grave we are looking for.” Castiel did a double take towards the grave. The body you and him were supposed to salt and burn was gone, and the casket was open.
Yesterday @millerdoc posted a set of pics and again made me aware of this little piece. Pretty sure it was another post of hers that made me aware of it the first time also so big thank you for that. I made these gifs but had a lot of issues. They are not the best but hope you like them. Peter being embarrassed, touching hair and smiling/laughing was just to cute to pass up.
One Pieceワンピース [Alabasta Saga] : Shichibukai Sir Crocodile “Mr. 0″ vs Captain “Straw Hat” Luffy
“This world is full of peace-loving fools like Vivi. Easy for someone who’s never been in a real battle. Don’t you agree? You’re an incorrigible fool, boy! You’d give your life to help some stranger you’ve just befriended. I’ve deserted dozens of fools like you!!”
The Alabasta Saga felt like the longest segment ever but it was not without its merits. Baroque Works was unique and the members were edgy & mysterious. Daz Bones “Mr. 01″ & Miss Goldenweek were amongst my favorites but ofc the best member was Bentham, alias “Mr. 02″ Bon Clay! Let’s not forget this was also the saga we first met our beloved Portgas D. Ace! :’-) Crocodile really set the tone for the Shichibukai and what kind of pirates we could expect the crew to meet in the New World. I’d say he was the first villain I wasn’t entirely sure Luffy would triumph against (and Luffy did lose like twice if my memory is correct). Other golden eggs this saga gave us were Zoro vs Daz Bones, Sanji as Mr. Prince, and Nico Robin joining the Straw Hat Pirates!
A/N: I hope you are all having a wonderful Satan Sunday!! This was requested by an anon! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3 <3
You shuffled into the bunker, closing the metal door behind you. It was no surprise to you that Dean and Sam would be gone. Once you reached the bottom of the stairs you could see a note on the table. You used the hand that wasn’t wrapped in cloth to pick up the note. You threw the note back down on the table. They found another case before you got back. Now what were you going to do?
You had gone on a hunt by yourself. Usually your hunts went rather smoothly, but this one did not. You were bruised, bloody, and you had a piece of glass stuck in your hand. You tried to get it out, but it hurt too much to take it out yourself. That’s why you were hoping to find Dean and Sam in the bunker, but they were clearly gone for the next few days.
You held your wrist in your hand, observing the bloody rag that was around your hand. You went to take a step forward without realizing how lightheaded you had become. Luckily your boyfriend Lucifer came to you in the nick of time. He caught you before you could fall.
Summary: You’re being interviewed and have mentioned in the past that you have a crush on Tom Holland. He surprises you in air and asks you out.
A/N: so this is based on something that actually happened to poor sweet little Bea Miller with Luke Hemmings where Luke surprised her on air when she had mentioned in the past that she had a crush on him😂😂 enjoy!
“So, we’re on air with Y/N L/N and she just sang a cover of Sam Smith’s "Stay With Me”. So Y/N, what first inspired you to become a singer?“
"Well, I’ve always loved singing and one day there were some painters painting our bathroom and I was singing Cinderella by the Cheetah Girls and one of the painters thought that I was the radio and after that I just became very passionate about singing and wanted to peruse it. I was very lucky to be given such supporting parents that allowed me to follow my dreams.”
“Well, thank you Mrs. And Mr. L/N! I love your music. And I heard recently that you’re quite the marvel fan! Any crushes on the cast?”
“Yes! I love marvel. And I do have my eye on one marvel actor…”
“C'mon, spill, Y/N, who is it!?”
“I’ve already spilled it! I’ve been saying for the past couple months that I’ve had my eye on that new Spider-Man, Tom Holland. He’s VERY cute.”
“Yes, he’s sooooo cute! I’ve never really cared for Spider-Man until him. He’s just amazing for the role.”
“He is amazing. What would you do if you ever met him?”
“Uhhh would it be weird if I asked him to marry me? Haha”
“Well let’s ask him. Tom, would you be weirded out if Y/N asked you to marry her?”
I paused before I heard a British accent speak through the phone.
“I would be honored if she asked me to marry her! I’m quite the fan of hers.”
“Well, Tom, I just have one request, wait till you’re older!”
“Haha, well of course!”
I sat there waiting for the interviewer to tell me this was fake.
“Well, Y/N, you have your answer!”
“…That’s a joke, right?”
“No, that’s really Tom Holland!”
“No, that’s a joke! That has to be a joke! Oh my god, I’m so embarrassed!”
“No, it’s really him! Go ahead and ask him any question!”
“No, because then I’m gonna look like an idiot because that’s not really him!”
“Not it’s really Tom! Tom, say something to prove that it’s you!”
I heard a laugh before “Tom” finally spoke again.
“I don’t know what to say, I’ve never really had to prove myself before.”
“Well, how about you just ask Y/N what you wanted to ask her.”
“Yes, of course! Y/N, I was wondering if you would like to be my date to the Spider-Man: Homecoming premiere in LA next week.”
“What!? This is a joke! This isn’t Tom! This isn’t happening!”
“Love, it’s really me! I would love for you to accompany me! I have to go now, but have Ryan give you my number before you leave and you can call me and we’ll set everything up! Goodbye, everyone! I can’t wait for you guys to see the film in theaters worldwide on July 7th!”
Then the line went dead.
“That was fake, right?”
“No that was really Tom Holland.”
“OH MY GOD! I hate you! That was so embarrassing!”
“Well, now you have a date with him!”
“I can’t believe that just happened! Oh my god, I’m so embarrassed! Wow, it’s really a good thing that I said he was hot cause like it would’ve been really awkward if I was just like ‘God I hate Tom Holland he’s the worst spider-man ever’ and then he was just like 'uhh… hey…’”
“Hahaha! That would’ve been so funny! Well, for all you people just now tuning in, we’ve just set Tom Holland and Y/N L/N up on a date for next week. Well, Y/N, it’s been a real pleasure to have you with us today! We’ll have to get you back soon so you can tell us all about your date!”
“Well, I wouldn’t want to spill the details to anyone else!”
And with that the interview ended. Before I left, Ryan made sure to give me a piece of paper with Tom’s number written on it.
“Alright, Y/N, Tom’s going to meet you at the premiere at the front of the red carpet. He should be there before you so just go meet him there.”
“Okay, Lindsay. Thank you!”
I hung up the phone with my manager before I got inside the black car waiting outside to drive me to the premiere.
I tapped my foot impatiently on the floor of the car as I waited for it to pull up to the premiere. Not only was I FINALLY going to be seeing Spider-Man: Homecoming, but my celebrity crush was my date to the event!
After what felt like hours, the car pulled to a stop. A man in a black suit opened the door and helped me out. I thanked him and then walked to the entrance to the red carpet where Tom was standing, fidgeting nervously with his tie.
His eyes finally landed on me and smile lit up on his face.
“Told you it was me.” He said as he held his hand out to me.
I laughed as I shook his hand.
“Sorry for being really awkward, I was just caught off guard…”
“You’re fine. It was actually really cute and flattering. And hey, maybe if everything goes well tonight I really will take you up on your proposal.”
I elbowed Tom in the gut as he laughed at my red face.
Tom finally stopped laughing and guided me out onto the red carpet.
Cameras were flashing and people were yelling our names as they noticed our arrival. Tom’s hand laid on my lower back as we smiled and chatted as paparazzi took our picture.
After a few minutes of picture taking, Tom and I walked away to the interview section.
“I’m gonna skip this part and go get a drink. I’ll meet you when you’re done, okay?” I said to him.
Tom smiled down at me.
“Sounds good, love.” He said as he kissed my forehead.
I watched as Tom walked up to where Jacob was standing and began to interrupt their interview.
I smiled and walked into the lobby of the theater.
I grabbed a water bottle off the table and pulled my phone out and began to reply to a few texts when I felt a hand tap my shoulder.
I turned around to face a boy around my age standing there. He was slightly taller than Tom and had bright blue eyes and blonde hair.
“Hello! I’m Harrison, Tom’s best friend!”
“Oh, hello! I’m Y/N.”
“Yeah, I know. Tom hasn’t shut up about this date all week.”
“Yeah! He dragged me to TONS of stores trying to find the best outfit and wouldn’t stop nagging me about whether or not he looked good enough for you.”
I blushed at Harrison’s confession.
“Alright, Haz, that’s enough.” Tom interrupted before Harrison could go on.
I turned to face him and saw that a slight shade of pink on his once pale cheeks.
Harrison laughed before walking away to where Zendaya and Laura stood across the lobby.
“Sorry about him, love. He sometimes doesn’t know when to shut his mouth.”
“It’s fine. He’s seems really sweet.”
“Yeah, as much of a pain in the ass he is, he’s the best friend I could ever ask for.”
I smiled at Tom before he lead me into the theater. Tom greeted some of his friends and cast mates before taking a seat between Harrison and I.
As the movie ended, I noticed how nervous Tom seemed as he look around at everyone’s reactions.
“Tom, the movie was absolutely incredible!” I said to him as I squeezed his hand.
Tom looked over at me with a look of relief.
“Thank you, Y/N. That means a lot.”
“Of course, Tom. I loved every second of it.”
Tom couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across his face.
“Y/N, do you think maybe we could go out tomorrow? Like, on a real date?”
“I would like nothing more.”
—5 Years Later—
“Y/N! How have you been?!”
“I’ve been outstanding, Ryan!”
“So, I have to know what you wanted to share! Once you called in, I couldn’t wait to get you on air again.”
“Well, Ryan. As you and most of your viewers probably know, Tom and I have been dating for 5 years as of yesterday. And since Tom and I met on your show, I thought it be best if I shared the news on here first. On April 14, 2023, Tom and I will be getting married!” I said as I held my finger up showing the ring Tom had given me last night.
“Oh my god! You and Tom are getting married!?”
“He proposed last night on our anniversary. I called first thing this morning and demanded to be put on air to make the announcement!”
“That’s so amazing, Y/N! I hope I’m invited to the wedding!”
“Well of course! How could we not invite the person who started it all?!”
“Wow, thank you so much for sharing the news with us first! Now I’m sure you have a lot of planning to do so I’m going to let you go. I hope you have the best time planning your wedding!”
“Thank you, Ryan!”
And with that, you were out of the studio and on your way home to your future husband.
“Hey girl!” Jensen smiles, running at you with a big goofy grin on his face. You still see your good ol Texas boy best friend in there, but you could definitely see the California boy in him too. And damn did he look good.
He wrapped his arms around your waist and swung you around, burying his face in your neck, inhaling deeply. You tried not to over analyze and opt for squealing in surprise instead.
“Hey, Jen!” You laugh with delight, throwing your arms around his neck and hanging on for dear life.
He laughed against you, and you feel a warmth settle in you. Man, you’ve missed that sound.
Finally he lets your feet hit the ground and gets a good look at you. “God. I’ve missed you,” he says, his hand coming up to caress your cheek. You lean into his touch for a second before you snap out of it.
“Boy, you’ve really picked up some moves haven’t you bud?” you tease, pushing at his chest playfully.
His eyes flicker briefly to your mouth and back to your eyes before his hand drops from your face like he suddenly realized that wasn’t something you guys did all the time. You let out a shaky sigh at the loss of contact.
Then without warning, his hand lands on your hip, and he pulls you flush against his chest. “I’ll show you moves, Y/N,” he almost growls, his lips approaching yours quickly.
You have no time to register what is happening before he is kissing you, and you’re letting him. His hands are in your hair and yours in his. The kiss is slow and heated, but builds into desperation. Years and hidden feelings, at least on your part, suddenly flooding to the surface as you cling tightly to Jensen.
Finally, he pulls away leaving your chest heaving as you stare open mouthed at his swollen lips. His mouth turns up in a smile.
“I’ve wanted to do that since we we’re 14,” he admits, his eyes flying to meet yours, darting back and forth between yours, gauging your response.
“Seriously?” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “Why didn’t you?”
He scoffed and laughed a little. “You really don’t know why?” He stared into your eyes. When you didn’t answer and just looked at him waiting for him to continue, he powered on. “You were my best friend. You always came to me about every guy that was chasing you. I gave you advice. How was I supposed to tell you that I wanted those guys to go to hell? That I wanted you to be mine when you were so excited about them? I loved seeing you happy,” he smiled sadly.
“Jen,” you whispered, placing your hand on his face. He leaned into your touch. “I talked about all those guys because I wanted YOU to say something,” you sighed, resting your forehead against his. “Teenagers are idiots,” you laughed.
His lips crashed to yours again, and this time you were ready. A moan left your throat as his hands roamed your body. You’d always wondered what it would feel like to have Jensen really touch you, and it took him running off and becoming famous for it to happen.
“Well, we aren’t teens anymore. Be mine? Stay here with me?” He asked, a flicker of what looked like fear of rejection in his eyes.
You kissed him again. “I got the record deal, Jen. This isn’t just a visit. I’m moving out here,” you smiled.
He picked you up again and swung you in a circle. “I told you!” He practically yelled into your hair. “That’s amazing!” he smiled, setting you down again. “Where will you stay?”
You shuffled your feet and glanced down. “Well, I had plans to ask my best friend for a place to crash but I’m not sure he is my best friend anymore,” you admitted.
“Best friend, boyfriend. Just means we get to make out now. And stuff,” he said wiggling his eyebrows. “And of course you’re staying with me. Not crashing. Staying,” he said with finality.
He kissed you as if that sealed the deal. You moved to LA for a record deal and to be close to your best friend. In a matter of hours your world seemed to
turn upside down.
I saw you asking for gifs especially Jensen. I thought this was cute. 😄
Author’s Note: I wrote this while being sick with the flu AND having pink eye. Sorry if its shitty.
There she stood, in a white nightgown, looking as beautiful as ever as she tried to gather her surroundings. Dean couldn’t help but stare for a moment, until the word finally left his mouth.
Your eyes went wide as you turned toward your boyfriend who had a satisfied grin on his face. He was all too happy to watch your reaction to the season finale, but scared about what the consequences would be for him not telling you sooner that his TV mother would be back on the show.
“Jensen Ross Ackles, you have got to be fucking kidding me,” You put your head in your hands and took slow deep breaths, being extremely overdramatic for the situation. “I can’t believe Mary is back. That is not what I expected at all. Bobby, sure. Charlie, I wished. But Mary? Man that is gonna be either really good or really bad.”
Jensen couldn’t do anything but chuckle and look at you with fondness in his eyes, “So you liked it?”
“Of course I liked it! So you lied to me when I asked why Samantha was on set,” You said quietly giving him a mock glare.
“Well, yeah, I couldn’t just reveal the season finale to you. You would have kicked my ass,” He laughed as he started to clean up the various snacks and drinks on the coffee table.
“God, I can’t believe I have to wait until next season to see how this plays out,” You pouted as you stood up and started helping him. “But I guess I should be happy that you’re home for the next couple of months with me.”
Jensen stopped cleaning and walked over toward you with a soft smile on his face, and it grew as he wrapped his arms around you and brought you into a tender kiss. “I’m happy I’m home, too, Y/N.”
“You promise that now that your mother is back you won’t spend less time with me?” You gave him your best pout and he rolled his eyes.
“Good lord, Y/N,” He laughed, then picked you up and threw you over his shoulder.
You squealed as you lightly hit his back, but then stopped fighting as you had a good view of his bottom, “I was going to ask what the hell you were doing, Jay, but this is fine. I’m fine right here.”
“You told me we would have celebratory intercourse after we watched the finale,” He whined, causing you to smile. “Now I think I’ve waited long enough.”
“I’ve waited six months, Jay,” You giggled as he tickled your sides. “Six months since we’ve had intercourse!”
“Don’t worry, Sweetcheeks, we’re about to make up for that six months in one night.”
Warnings: fluff, there’s a bit of fang kink thing going on.
A/N: I may have had this idea and so I wrote it and I was super impatient and wanted to push it to today, which is Monday where I am! So I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3 <3
There weren’t many instances where Benny came on hunts with you. He usually didn’t get involved when you had a hunt to go on. Yet he insisted that he go on this one with you. You had to admit, you liked having Benny by your side. According to Dean you and Benny were a “power couple”.
You promised Benny you would stay in the truck before he gave the all clear. You expected Benny to be done with the vampire’s nest already. He was great when it came to protecting you. However, you were done waiting for Benny to come back. You were worried that something had happened to him.
You hopped out of Benny’s truck, pulling out your machete. You were ready to hurt anyone who would dare stop you from getting to your beloved vampire. “Benny,” you called out.
So the second I saw this, I thought about one of the first stories I ever wrote on here called She’ll Be Back. It was my first real try and angst, part of @whispersandwhiskerburn challenge, and I feel like this gif goes along perfectly with it.
Holding your body wasn’t given a second thought. In fact, Dean refused to let you leave his arms. He knew the second he had to set you down, he would break. He would become a mess of tears, agonized screams, and a rage so potent would consume him. He wasn’t sure he was ready for that, he wasn’t ready to let you go in any sense of the word.
Cas thankfully had sent them back to the bunker with a simple touch. Neither Winchester was in the frame of mind to drive. Sam had finally stopped crying, but his face was void of any emotion now. Dean wasn’t sure which he preferred. Nothing about this situation was okay. If Crowley couldn’t bring her back then he knew all hope was lost, and Dean couldn’t accept that.
Walking into your shared room, his arms began to shake from the exhertion of holding your limp form. As much as he didn’t want to, he knew he’d have to set you down, which he did as gently as possible across your mattress. If it wasn’t for the blood soaked clothes and marks covering your body, he would think you were just asleep. Looking around your room he noticed your lotion sitting uncapped on top of the dresser, your dirty clothes sitting in a pile next to the hamper, and a half drunk cup of coffee on your nightstand next to a picture of the two of you. All of these things would normally drive him crazy, but he’s finding he couldn’t live without your annoying habits.
Taking a deep breath he looked at you once again, his bottom lip quivering as he let out the breath in a shaky rush. His eyes filled with tears rapidly, his hands clenching and pulling on the bottom of his jacket with a strength he was surprised he had in this moment.
Your eyes were wide with your mouth hung slightly open as you stared at Remus stumbling into the common room. It was real late and you were sure that you had been the only one awake still. Scrambling up from your spot in front of the fire, you ignored the textbooks and parchment paper scattering the floor.
“Remus! What in Merlin’s Beard happened to you?!” You ran your hands over his face and shoulders, inspecting the gashes and bruises tainting his skin. Pulling back your touch as he whistled through gritted teeth. “You need to go to the Hospital Wing straight away!”
“Oi, calm down, [Y/L/N].” Sirius huffed as he too stumbled past the portrait and into the common room.
You watched as James and Peter followed suit. Placing your hands on your hips, you cocked a brow in their direction. “Just what were you four doing out past curfew, anyway? You should be in your beds!”
James placed his hands in the air to keep her from raising her voice. “Quiet down, [Y/N].”
“Yeah, keep quiet. Don’t want anyone else waking up asking questions.” Sirius added. “Already got to deal with you, t’is enough.”
Remus bit his lip, “I’m okay, don’t worry ‘bout it.”
“You don’t look okay.” You countered. “You sure you don’t need to go see-”
“-hush up, [Y/N]. Leave him alone, we’re taking care of it.” Sirius growled.
“Excuse me for being concerned, Sirius.” You spat. “It’s a quarter past three and you four stumble in like you’ve been in it with the Whomping Willow-” You stopped short at their expression change. Biting your lip, you grabbed your things and set them in your bag. “I clearly don’t need to involve myself with whatever you four are up to. I’ve steered clear of trouble this far and I’m not up for getting expelled for something I shouldn’t have stuck my nose in.” Heading for the stairway leading up to your dorm, you slowed your pace and flickered a look towards Remus. “I do hope you’re alright, Remus. It’d make me feel better to know you are going to the Hospital Wing.”
Remus mustered up a smile despite it hurting every muscle in his face. “I’ll be fine, [Y/N]. Promise. I’ll head for the Hospital Wing when I can move my legs again.” Returning his smile, you nodded and headed up to the dorms.
“Since when has [Y/N] [Y/L/N] ever been into you, mate?” Sirius inquired, raising brow.
Imagine Chris introducing you to your son for the first time.
A/N: Part 5 already? Man, time flies when you’re having fun. Stay tuned for the epilogue. Here are the links to the previous parts: (Memory Lane - Part 1/Part2/Part3/Part 4) and (Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts and Baby Fever - Masterlist). This one is super cute if I say so myself. 💕
You could barely remember the labor experience when you woke from your nap, or anything for that matter. You could remember the pain, of course, that was still there but it had subsided sufficiently since the birth of your son. You could remember your water breaking at home because of the silly argument you had with Chris, and him rushing you to the hospital whilst apologizing the entire drive there. You smiled to yourself when you thought about it; you had the best husband even though he got a little messy sometimes.
“Knock knock,” you heard your mom’s voice and you looked up dazedly. “Hey sweetheart,” she smiled at you and you mirrored it. “How are you feeling?” She asked as she entered your ward; she sat down on an empty chair and took one of your hands in hers.
“Glad I’m not pregnant anymore,” you responded with a soft chuckle and she chuckled in response. “I don’t know how you did it, Mom. That was-” you shook your head in disbelief, “one of the most painful experiences of my entire life.” She squeezed your hand gently, chuckling. “I know I said I’d think about having a girl, but I don’t think I want to do that ever again.”
“You will,” she disagreed with a nod. “Not now, but you will. Believe me, honey. Parenthood is one of the best experiences you’ll ever have. When you see your baby, you’ll understand that the pain is worth everything.” She pressed a soft kiss to the back of your hand and you smiled. “He’s beautiful, by the way.” She told you and your smile grew wider.
“Is Chris with him?”
“Did you really expect him to be anywhere else?” She responded and you chuckled. “Have the two of you decided on a name? I remember both of you saying that you didn’t want to think about it until you saw the baby, but surely there’s been some discussion on possible names.”
You shook your head in response because there hasn’t been. Sure there were names you both liked, but there was never one that either of you had your mind set on. Chris didn’t see the point of naming a child he hadn’t yet met, and to be honest- neither did you. When you wrote, you’d always create a character before you gave that character a name; a name was nothing if it didn’t fit the personality. Despite your need to control things, you quite liked the spontaneity of things which was one of the many reasons Chris fell in-love with you.
“We’ll decide when we decide,” you told her and she nodded. “Where’s Dad?” You asked but before she could answer you, you asked another question. “And did Chris call Lisa and Bob yet? They were meant to drive down for the due date but- well,” you chuckled. “Their son pissed me off so much that their grandson came early.”
Your mom laughed then said, “your dad’s getting some coffee, and Lisa and Bob are on their way as we speak. So are your brothers, and Chris’ siblings, and their families. Everyone’s been informed about the sudden birth, don’t worry. We’ve handled all the details, you just relax.”
“I don’t think relaxing is in her wheelhouse,” you heard Chris’ voice and you immediately smiled. You looked up and felt your heart skip a beat when you realized he was with a nurse and your baby. “We thought you might like to meet your son.” He said as he carefully pushed the baby cot over. “Hate to say it but- he’s the most beautiful baby I’ve ever seen.”
“That’s ‘cause you didn’t see your wife when she was a baby,” your mom commented and Chris chuckled. “Okay, we’ll leave you two to get aquatinted with your son.” She beckoned the nurse out with her as she started to make her leave. “Pick a good name, no Jr. situation please.” You and Chris laughed softly at that, not wanting to scare the baby. “We’re better than that.” With that, she closed the door behind her.
“Before I pick him up, first things first.” He leaned over and gently caressed your face, pressing his lips against yours; you smiled and kissed him back. “I am so proud of you, Y/N, and I don’t think I have ever loved you more. You were so strong and beautiful and- I am just-” he cut himself off, glancing at your son, “we’re just the luckiest guys in the world to have you in our lives.”
“You’re just trying to make up for the fact that you basically pushed me into labor,” you giggled and he chuckled. “I can’t even give birth at a time that I want, and you call me controlling and manipulative.” You teased and his smile widened.
“You did say you were sick of being pregnant, and my job as your husband is to make your life easier so- I guess you’re welcome.” He quipped and you giggled, slapping his arm ever so gently. “Alright,” he chuckled. “Are you ready to meet your son? We really need you to because we need to decide on a name. I kinda have one in my head but- I want to see what you think of when you look at him.”
“Okay,” you nodded and Chris helped you sit up before gently lifting your baby boy out of the plastic cot. He sat down on the edge of your bed, just beside you and carefully passed the life you’d just given birth to over to you. You felt tears well in your eyes upon looking at his tiny face, he looked up at you with eyes the same shade as his father’s and smiled for the first time. “He’s beautiful, Chris.”
“Just like you,” Chris kissed the side of your head.
You looked down at your baby, gently swaying him back and forth as you thought about his name. His eyes reminded you of Chris, yes, but they also reminded you of the day Chris took you camping for the first time. It was near the Jackson River, he’d taken you out on the canoe just as the sun was rising over the water which was as beautiful a blue as your son’s eyes. You looked at him and all you could remember was that day, the day Chris took you out of your comfort zone without removing the feeling of warmth and safety while doing so. But that was what Chris did, and was incredibly good at; he challenged you and changed you for the better. Your son was the perfect example because without Chris- you would have never birthed this beautiful and angelic baby boy, and set out to experience the adventure of a lifetime.
“What are you thinking?” Chris asked, wrapping an arm around you.
“Do you remember that day you took me out camping?” You asked, not tearing your eyes away from your son. You felt Chris nod and you continued, “it was my first time out in the woods and I was a little nervous about it.”
“A little?” He chuckled softly. “Sweetheart, you were having anxiety attacks.” You chuckled softly in response. “But I also remember you telling me that I made you feel safe despite how unsafe you felt out there.”
“Yeah,” you nodded. “And you took me out on the canoe just before sunrise and we watched as it rose over the water.” Chris nodded again, smiling as he reminisced. “I fell in-love with you that trip, like- head over heels in-love with you.”
“Really, that trip?” He raised an eyebrow. “But you didn’t say anything, and that was- way before Disney World when I spilled the beans. Were you waiting for me to say it first?” He teased and you chuckled softly.
“Well, I didn’t want to scare you off.”
“Please,” he chuckled. “If you’d told me then, I would have told you the feeling was mutual. Sweetheart, I was in-love with you after our first date. I just tried to play it cool because I didn’t want to scare you off. Honestly- I thought you were going to run after the camping thing, your face when we got to the campsite was pretty priceless.”
“Shut up,” you giggled.
“Why are you bringing that trip up?” Chris quizzed; there was a hint of curiosity and hope in his voice because he too thought about that trip when he looked at his son for the first time. That trip was the one that gave Chris a glimpse of the life he could have with you, where he would constantly challenge you and lift you out of your comfort zone while making you feel as loved and as safe as possible. He fell in-love with you too, that trip, because he saw how hard you tried for him despite how much you clearly hated camping.
“Because when I look at our baby, I think of that trip.” You glanced at Chris and he smiled when you did. “He is here because of you, of what you’re capable of making me do. That trip was the first time I did anything out of my comfort zone for a guy, you are the first guy who made me want to leave my comfort zone.”
“And you are the first girl who has tried so hard for me,” he responded. “You know something, Y/N? You know why we work?” Your facials prompted a continuation. “Because despite our differences, we are one in the same. I thought about that trip when I saw him too,” he told you and you smiled. “Does this mean we’ve decided on a name?”
“Jackson River Evans,” you said with a smile and a nod.
“I love it,” you felt your husband kiss the top of your head. “And I love you, Y/N.”
“I love you too,” you turned and kissed him, smiling against his lips. “And we love you, Jack.” You whispered to your son when you broke the kiss, leaning into your husband’s loving arms. “God, he’s so perfect.” You said to Chris and he nodded, smiling. “Jack,” you smiled and cradled the small bundle of joy closer to your chest.
“You know what I just realized?” Chris quizzed then chuckled softly as he said, “both Chris Pratt and I now both have a son named Jack.” The two of you laughed softly at that. “Chris Evans, Jack Evans. Chris Pratt, Jack Pratt. Well-” he chuckled. “I better call Hemsworth to tell him he’s got to have another son and name him Jack, God knows Hollywood needs another Evans-Pratt-Hemsworth trio.”
A/N: I hope you enjoy the second fic of today (Satan Sunday)! This was requested by @mylittlesupertimewolf! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! Don’t forget you can request from the Christmas Drabble list! <3 As well as one shots or imagines
You jumped out of bed, still in your silk night dress. You knew the Winchesters would be out of the bunker all day. This was your chance to relax and let go. You knew none of the angels would swing by. You were safe inside the bunker, there was no need for anyone to pop in on you. You grabbed your phone, putting your music on shuffle.
You danced your way to the kitchen. You pulled eggs out of the fridge, singing along to the music. You sang as you made breakfast. You plopped yourself up on the counter. You knew you could get away with it because Dean wasn’t here. You finished your breakfast in a hurry, setting all of your dishes in some water to soak.
As Bad Reputation by Joan Jett played on your phone you eyed the tables in the library. Your grin was as wide as it could be as you dashed into the library. You paused the song, pushing the tables together into one long stip. Once you were done, you paired your phone to the Bluetooth speaker. You cranked the music as loud as you could, getting on top of the tables.
Jensen smiled again, eyeing you up and down, licking his lips slightly, obviously still thinking about your teasing from earlier.
“We’re breaking for lunch people. See you in an hour,” Singer informed the crew, and Mark sauntered off with Jared disappearing from set leaving you and Jensen alone.
“What?” you chuckled, watching your husband carefully.
“You know exactly what,” Jensen growled, his hand on your hip as he grabbed you and turned you, pinning you against the fence behind him. His hand ran along your bare thigh, inching toward the top of your leg. “Were you telling the truth earlier or were you fucking with me?” he whispered into your ear as his hand slipped beneath the skirt you were wearing.
You breathed heavily as his soft hands inched closer to your aching core. “You’re gonna find out really soon,” you moaned, your head tossed back as he hiked your leg around his waist and continued to move his hand toward your center.
His fingers slipped between your folds, no barrier between him and what he wanted. He growled in response, nipping at your neck as he pressed himself firmly against you, the line of his erection pressing against your leg, two fingers slipping into your aching cunt.
“Damn, Y/N,” Jensen moaned as you rocked your hips onto his hand. He kissed you fiercely then looked around. You did the same as you held tight to
Him, continuing to rock on his fingers, soft moans escaping your lips.
Thankfully everyone had cleared the set. It was dark, and the two of you were alone.
“Time to hold come through on that promise. I’m going to fuck you right here,” Jensen said through gritted teeth, pulling his fingers from you and pushing up your skirt so that your ass was exposed to the coolness of the fence.
“Do it,” you begged, reaching for the button of his pants and deftly unbuttoning his jeans and sliding the zipper down carefully. He pushed the jeans over his hips so that his cock sprang free. He wrapped his large hand around it and ran it through the folds of your dripping pussy.
“Fuck,” he moaned as he coated himself with your juices. You moved your hands to his ass as his cockhead hovered over your entrance. You pushed gently, and Jensen sank into you with ease, his hips meeting yours, pressing firmly against your clit.
He lifted you then, and you grabbed onto the fence for support. He had a firm grip on your legs while still buried deep inside you. “Hang on, sweetheart,” he warned before lifting you almost all the way off of him and then slamming you back down on his aching cock.
His hips thrust forward each time he’d drag you back down on his cock, hitting your g-spot with accuracy. He searched out your lips as he pressed his body firmly against yours, his cock sliding in and out of you with an easy rhythm, stretching and filling you slowly. You moaned in his mouth as he slowly pounded you against the fence.
Your walls started to fluttered and Jensen reached between you, rubbing your clit furiously. The coil in your stomach snapped and you crashed over the edge, your orgasm nearly blinding you as you came hard on Jensen’s cock. You shook with the force of pleasure.
“That’s it,” he whispered as your legs shook against him. He thrust purposefully one last time before spilling deep inside you. He emptied himself entirely, his hips finally coming to rest against yours as your body felt like jelly, and you practically melted against him.
“Shit,” you laughed, your legs sliding to the floor. You weren’t sure you could walk to the trailer. “I’m gonna need a shower before filming,” you chuckled, the evidence of your love making settling between your legs.
Jensen tucked himself back in his jeans and wrapped his arm around your waist, guiding you back to the trailer.
“I’m pretty sure I can help with that too, Mrs. Ackles,” he said, kissing your forehead.
You leaned your head against his shoulder as you walked to the trailer. You could check fucking on that set off your to-do list, you thought. You couldn’t help but chuckle. There were still plenty of places on set you hadn’t done it, yet, but there was plenty more time for that.
Imagine Chris taking you to Rome for a romantic getaway. (Part D)
A/N: Part 5D. Oh God, this is so long. I’m so sorry, but we’re nearing the end. You can read the previous parts here: (Little Ones - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5A/5B/5C) and (Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts; Baby Fever; and Memory Lane - Masterlist)
Chris straightened his tie in the full length mirror in the bedroom while you watched your reflection in the ensuite mirror fix your diamond earrings on. It was your last night in Rome and Chris had made a reservation for a sunset dinner at one of the hotel’s five star restaurant. Like everything else, it’d been a while since you and Chris went out to dinner together. Having a kid meant home cooked meals with the occasional take-out, never fine-dine restaurants because most had an age restriction and Jack didn’t really have the patience to sit quietly for hours. As good a child as he was, he was still a child who would rather eat at home so he could rush to the television after.
“Hey, babe.” Chris called as his eyes darted to the ajar door of the ensuite through the mirror. “You ready? If we want to catch the sunset, we should probably get going.” He refocused his vision onto his tie, furrowing his brows when he realized it was still a little wonky.
“Yeah, just give me a sec.” You called back as you touched up your lipstick. “Do you mind if we call home and check in on Jack and the guys before we head out? Halloween’s tonight, so Jack will probably want to hear from us.” You tousled your loose wave and swiped your hands over the front of your blue sequin shift dress before making your way out of the ensuite.
Chris turned around as you walked out; his eyes lit up because it was that dress he loved which paired nicely with his blue suit. He smiled then licked his lips and fist pumped, making you chuckle softly; he had the same reaction every time. “You look amazing,” he told you, holding out a hand for you to take so he could pull you into his arms.
“As do you,” you told him and straightened his tie for him, making him smile. “Let’s just quickly FaceTime home so we can go have dinner with just you and me.” You pecked his lips and he smiled grew wider. “What time is it there?” You quizzed as you pulled away, making your way to your MacBook.
“It’s six now, so it should be about one in Boston.” He answered, joining you at the table as you called Scott’s FaceTime. “Let’s hope they’re not too busy with their shenanigans to answer our call, ‘cause you just know they’re planning something big.”
“Is that jealousy I detect in your voice again, Chris?” You teased him, glancing over you shoulder. “Need I remind you that we’re about to have a romantic sunset dinner that will definitely lead to other stuff in the bedroom?”
“No need,” he chuckled. “I’m afraid that if you do, I might just make us skip the sunset dinner.” He joked and you laughed before turning back to your MacBook which was still ringing. “C'mon, Scott. Pick up the-” The call was picked up, not by Scott but by Jack who was already wearing his Captain America costume. “Hi, bud!”
“Hi,” Jack grinned, waving into the camera. “Look, I’m Captain America.” He jumped back, posing and making the two of you laugh. “Uncle Scott’s outside helping set up for tonight. Did you want to talk to him?” He asked, closing in on the camera.
“No, it’s okay. We actually wanted to talk to you,” you told him. “We just wanted to check in and see how things were going. You look so good, sweetheart. So heroic, just like Daddy’s Captain America.” His smile widened when you said that. “I’m sure everyone in the neighborhood is going to love you tonight.”
“Thanks, Mama. I can’t wait till tonight, I want to get so much candy,” he grinned. “You look pretty,” he leaned in and smiled, realizing the two of you were dressed up. “And you look handsome, Daddy.” Chris smiled, nodding in acknowledgement. “Are you going somewhere?”
“Just out to dinner, bud.” Chris answered. “You-”
“Jack,” Sebastian’s voice came through and Jack turned to look behind him. “What candy sho-” he cut himself off when he walked into your line of sight, realizing Jack was talking to the two of you. “Hey love birds,” he smiled, descending to his knees beside Jack. “How’s Rome? I know Chris must be hard at work, but surely you’ve had some time to explore.”
“Just a little,” Chris lied, trying not to smile when he heard you chuckle. “We’re just checking in, we’re about to head out to dinner.” Sebastian nodded in acknowledgement, passing Jack the bags of candy he had in his hands. “Thank you so much for helping us with Jack, and tell Anthony that too. We really appreciate the help,” he told Sebastian.
“No problem, man,” Sebastian smiled. “We are having an absolute ball here.”
“Mama, I have to go help put the candy in the bowls outside.” Jack told you and you nodded. “I’ll see you when you get back, okay?” He ran off before you and Chris could say anything else. “Uncle Scott! Do you want the bl…” His voice trailed off the further he got.
“We’re really glad to hear that, Seb,” you admitted, chuckling. “We were both a little worried about leaving him, but it’s good to know that he can handle our absence. I think it has a lot to do with you and Anthony though, but don’t worry-” you laughed. “We won’t make it a habit.”
“Honestly, I don’t mind,” Sebastian chuckled. “I didn’t have to pay for flights, my food and housing are taken care of, and I get to hang out with an awesome kid. As long as I’m not working, you can call me anytime. I am at your disposal,” he dramatically bowed, making both of you chuckle.
“Thanks, Seb,” you smiled. “We’ll see you guys when we get back, our plane lands at eight-thirty which is Jack’s bedtime so don’t worry about telling him or coming to pick us up. We’re just going to grab a cab and we’ll see him in the morning.”
“No problem,” Sebastian nodded. In the background, Jack called out for him. “That’s my cue,” he chuckled softly, getting to his feet. “Have a good night, you two. Don’t do anything Steve Rogers wouldn’t do,” he teased with a wink then hung up.
Chris chuckled softly and leaned in, whispering in your ear. “Aren’t we glad that I’m not Steve Rogers anymore?” His minty breath was warm against your reddening cheek; a smirk could be hear in his voice.
“Let’s just go to dinner, you dork.“
• • • • • • • •
The sunset was beyond compare; you overlooked it from the balcony where you and Chris had a private table booked. There were a bouquet of roses and a bottle of champagne waiting for you as the hostess brought the two of you to your designated table. Chris, like a complete gentleman, pulled out your chair for you before settling opposite you. You smiled at him; he was as handsome as ever and there wouldn’t be a day where you wouldn’t swoon at the sight of those piercing blue eyes and charming smile.
"I know you’re not a huge fan of the bubbly,” Chris began as your personal waitstaff poured both of you a glass of champagne. “I’d just like to make a toast,” he picked up his champagne flute and you mirrored him. “You don’t have to drink it,” he told you, chuckling when you made a face. “I’ve got them preparing your favorite, khalua and coke.”
“Aw, baby,” you smiled. “You just know me so well, don’t you?”
“Nine years does that to a guy,” he winked and you chuckled. “Now,” he cleared his throat. “I know we haven’t had a lot of time to ourselves these past couple of years with all our new commitments getting in the way, but I want you to know that I still treasure and love you.” You smiled. “I can’t promise we can run away from our responsibilities one week every year, but I can promise that I will make more of an effort to give you the romance you deserve. Like we said, it doesn’t matter how big or small the gesture is- it’s the thought that counts. I’ll admit that I’ve dropped the ball a little,” he chuckled softly.
“No you haven’t,” you shook your head, smiling. “Look at where we are, Chris. If you call this dropping the ball then-” you laughed, “what the hell have I been doing?” You brushed your leg with his and he smiled. “You’re doing fantastically as a husband, and even better as a father. I love you and I know you love me, you don’t need to buy me flowers or take me out to show me that because I already know that.”
“I know, but I always like the way you light up when I bring you roses.” He teased and you chuckled. “Either way, I think we should bring back our date nights. Every Friday, we’ll go to Russo’s and have dinner and just talk. I’m sure our parents would be more than happy to babysit for us, or Scott, or Seb from the sounds of things-” he chuckled. “But I don’t think he can afford to fly out on a weekly basis.”
“No, he can’t,” you chuckled. “But we’ve got friends and family in Boston that can help, so yes to date night.” You nodded and he smiled; you smiled back, watching him intently as you thanked your stars that he picked up your coaster nine years ago. “I don’t think you know how much I love you right now, Chris Evans.”
“If it’s any bit as much as I love you, Y/N,” he reached for your hand and smiled when your fingers touched. “I think I have a pretty decent clue.”