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Tom Holland Imagine: Ready?

Summary: Tom and reader have a false alarm with a pregnancy test which brings them to wonder if they’re actually ready to be parents.

A/N: literally pissed cause I already wrote this but when I tried to post it tumblr deLETED ALL OF IT AND NOW ITS NOT AS GOOD I SUCK IM SORRY IT WAS ACTUALLY PRETTY GOOD THE FIRST TIME AROUND BUT THIS ONE SUCKS IM SORRY

Warnings: none


I felt my blood run cold as I stared at the plus sign on the stick. How could this have happened!? Tom and I were always so careful… except for that one night… but he just looked so good and we had a few too many, but I still took the morning after pill!

I grabbed for my phone on the bathroom counter and dialed Harrison’s number. He’ll know what to do. He always wants what’s best for Tom.

“Hello?” Harrison cheerfully greeted.

“Harrison? I need you to come over immediately. But please don’t tell Tom!”

“Y/N? What’s wrong? What happened? Are you okay?”

“No, Harrison. I need you to come over here now…”

“I’m on my way.”

I was still staring at the test as I walked into Tom and I’s shared living room and sat down on the couch. I was so zoned in on the little positive sign that I didn’t even realize that Harrison had arrived until I heard his voice calling out my name.

“Y/N? Y/N, where are you!?”

“Living room.” I choked out through my sobs.

I heard heavy footsteps and then silence. I knew Harrison could see the test over my shoulder. I heard his breath hitch as he realized what was in my hand.

“H-How? You and Tom… you’re always so careful!”

“I know, but one night we weren’t… and I was due for my period a week ago and-and I couldn’t figure out what was wrong until Lizzy suggested… this… Harrison, please help me! I don’t know what to do and I-”

“Shhh, Y/N, it’s going to be okay. Everything’s going to be fine. I’m here for you, Tom’s here for you. He won’t leave you, Y/N. He loves you so much. I’ll call and set up a doctor’s appointment for you. You take a nap an-and I’ll set everything up. It’ll be fine, love.”

Harrison was sat next to me now, rubbing my back as I cried into his chest. I felt my eyes grow heavy as Harrison kept rubbing my back and whispering to me that everything was going to be fine.

—Time Skip—

As I came back to consciousness, I realized that I was laying down on the couch with a blanket over me and a pillow under my head. Harrison.

I went to squeeze the test, but it was gone.

I sat up and then realize that Tom was sat across the room, head hanging down, staring at the test.

Tom’s silence only made my fear rise and I soon felt the tears resurfacing.

“You’re pregnant.” He stated with no emotion, which only stressed me out even more.

“Tom, I’m so sorry. I ruined everything, I ruined your whole career, I’m so sorry…”

Tom whipped his head up.

“Love, this is by no means your fault. You did not ruin anything. I love you, Y/N. I’m staying by your side through all of this. Don’t think for a second that I’m going to leave you.”

Tom crossed the room and placed his hands on both of my cheeks, forcing me to look into his warm brown eyes.

“Everything’s going to be just fine, darling. Now, come on, let’s get you to bed. Harrison scheduled you a doctor’s appointment for Thursday.”

Tom scooped me up in his arms and carried me up to our bedroom. I laid my head on his chest and cried as he ran his fingers through my hair.

“It’s going to be okay, love. You’re going to be just fine and in nine months, you’re going to give birth to our child, the most beautiful child in the whole world and that baby, boy or girl, is going to be the most spoiled child in the world. Our child is going to grow up with two loving parents by their side cheering them on through every decision they make. And in 9 months, if you’re willing, I will make you my wife. Y/N, you’re going to be just fine. I promise you, everything is going to be perfect.”

—Time Skip—

Tom and I laid cuddled up on the couch as Beauty and the Beast played in front of us. Tom intertwined our fingers together with one hand while the other was placed over my stomach, rubbing circles lovingly.

“Have you thought of any names yet?” Tom asked out of the blue.

“Hm? Tom, we just found out yesterday that I’m pregnant, of course I haven’t thought of names yet.”

“Well, I have… I started thinking of names the second I saw that plus sign.”

“What did you come up with?”

“Um, well, if it’s a girl, Allison Ellender Holland. Allison named after your best friend and Ellender because Blake Lively’s middle name is Ellender and she’s your idol. And if it’s a boy, Harrison Robert Holland. Harrison because of MY best friend and Robert after RDJ.”

“Those are the two most beautiful names I’ve ever heard. I love you so much, Thomas Stanley Holland.”

“I love you, too, Y/N L/N.”

—Time Skip—

“Well, Mr. and Mrs. Holland-”

“Oh, we’re not married. I’m Ms. L/N, he’s Mr. Holland.”

“Well, then you’ll probably be happy to hear that you’re not pregnant.”

“We’re- what?”

“You’re not pregnant, Ms. L/N.”

“But- the test? And I haven’t gotten my period this month?”

“Tests are false all the time, Ms. L/N. And you’re period skipping a month can happen as well if you’ve experienced a large amount of stress.”

“Honey, you did just wrap up finals last week. Could that have been a cause?” Tom asked.

“Yes, very easily. Ms. L/N, if you have any other complications with your period in the future, please contact us immediately. Have a good day.”

“You too…”

The doctor exited the room leaving Tom and I alone.

I shifted uncomfortably on the table as Tom stared at the floor.

“I know you were scared, but is it okay if I feel a little disappointed right now?”

“Of course, Tom. I surprisingly feel it as well…”

I watched as Tom walked over to me and stood between my legs.

“Y/N, I love you. I actually planned on doing this tonight, but right now just feels right. Yesterday, while you were at lunch with your sister, Harrison and I snuck out and bought something…”

I felt my breath hitch in my throat as I watch Tom get down on one knee.

“Y/N, I first bought this ring because I was under the impression that you were carrying my child, I was uncertain if I was ready to be married, but when I came home that night and saw how beautiful you looked in simply a tshirt and shorts, I knew I was absolutely crazy about you. And I was so ready to start a family with you and that feeling I just felt when that was ripped away from me was all I needed to know that I want you. I want you to be mine forever. And I want to have a family with you. Maybe not immediately though, perhaps we should start with a dog. But anyway, what I’m trying to say is, Y/N L/N, will you marry me?”

“Oh, yes, Tom! Yes! A thousand times yes!”

I flung myself off the table into Tom’s arms.

“Oh, my god! You said yes! Thi-this means that you’re gonna be me wife!? And and and we’re gonna have a family! Oh my god, I love you so much!”

Tom pressed a kiss to my forehead and wiped the tears from both of our eyes. He took my hand and slid the ring onto my finger.

“…perfect. absolutely perfect…” He whispered under his breath.

“Oh, Tom, this is amazing! We have to start the phone calls though! You call your mom and I’ll call mine!”

“Oh, god, yes!”

I laughed as I watched Tom fumble with his phone.

“Mum? Mum! SHE SAID YES!”

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


Kai Parker x Reader 
word count : 5 397
warning : smut
summary : dom!kai  / Kai goes away for a couple of days and when he comes back he finds Reader at a bar with some guy’s hands around her. [sorry, jealous Kai was too h o t  to pass on 😅😈]
*gif by me

   “You have lost your mind !” she opened the car door, slammed it shut and stormed down the driveway towards their house. “How can you even think I’d do that to you ?! To us ?!”
Y/N kept walking, her skin feeling as if it was on fire due the emotions coursing in her veins and the colder air outside did nothing to help her cool off. and by the looks of it – it did nothing for Kai either because when he gripped her forearm forcing her to turn around, his eyes burning with anger, jealousy and pain. He didn’t want to believe what he had seen or what he thought he had seen because the events unfolding before his eyes made no sense. But a part of him was terrified it had been exactly what it had looked like.
   “I know what I saw!” he snapped. “I come home after five exctruciatingly painful days without you and instead being home, you are at a bar … with – with some guy’s hands around your waist and you about to kiss him ! What am I supposed to think ?! Or do for that matter ? That guy’s lucky you were there or he would’ve exploded in blood –”
   “You are supposed to believe me when I tell you nothing happened !” she yanked her hand back and kept walking up the stairs towards the porch. “I am your –”
   “– everything. You are my everything, Y/N! Which is why this hurts so much.” he braced his hand against the door, pressing his body against hers from behind. “I can’t erase that image from my head. Every time I close my eyes it’s right there ripping my heart out all over again.”
   “You know what I see every time I close my eyes?” she asked unlocking the door. “A stranger. Not someone who has been in my life for two years and knows me better than I know myself.”
Y/N pushed her jacket off her shoulders and tossed it over the stair railing, storming towards the liquor cabinet while he lit up the fireplace and closed the door with a flick of his wrist. He watched her bend over, her skirt lifting up her legs while she looked through the bottles until she found the oldest whiskey and opened the bottle. Or tried to before he grabbed it from her hands, shoved it back from where she had taken it and pulled her up. Electricity coursed through her veins from the spot he was holding her wrist and they gazed into each other’s eyes, both of them standing so close she could feel his breath on her face.
   “A stranger ?“ he questioned. “Is that what I am to you now ? I thought I was your boyfriend. The one person you couldn’t live without…”
   “Malachai –” she protested. “Let go off m–“
Purple/black veins flashed under his eyes and his lips crashed against hers cutting her off mid-sentence. Without realising it he slipped in her mind, more specifically the memory from about 30 minutes ago.

Y/N sat at the bar, glancing at her phone screen and a smile showed on her face seeing a picture of her and Kai on her screen show up followed by a beep. Her fingers tapped on it and she read a message from him ‘I miss you. Be with you in a jiffy.’ A smile spread across her face, her heart fluttering at the thought he is probably on his way and she’d be in his arms again. Her fingers moved swiftly on he screen as she started typing a message to him, a text he had gotten just as he was parking the car down the street from the bar. ‘No one says jiffy anymore. ;) I can’t wait. Miss you more than words.’ Not too long after that the guy he had seen with her showed up, sitting next to her. He eyed her up and down and put his hand on her waist which she instantly pushed away.
   “What is a beautiful girl doing all alone sitting at the bar?”
   “None of your business. Why don’t you get lost before my boyfriend gets here and makes you feel sorry you were even born ?”
Y/N took her phone and bag deciding to wait outside for Kai and started to get up when the guy grabbed her and his lips almost forced themselves on hers. She stepped on the guy’s foot with her heels causing him to flinch, pushed him off her and her palm connected with the guy’s face who
still refused to let go off her. His grabby hands found their way where they shouldn’t be, which had been the exact moment Kai had walked in and the guy had ended up choking at first and nearly set in fire afterwards before Kai had dragged her to the car without saying a word to her until they were on the road.

Kai pulled away, his eyes piercing into hers for a long moment before she slapped him, the sound hanging in the air.  “What the hell was that I just saw?” he demanded. “You kissed him ?!”
Y/N stared at him. Every now and then when he caught her off guard this would happen and on purpose or not he’d slip in her mind. He was still new at the vampire thing and mostly this happened by accident and usually she didn’t mind much because there were no secrets between them, except now it only fuelled her anger towards him. How can she be upset with him and want to tear his clothes off him at the same time ?
   “Stay out of my head Malachai !” she shouted pushing him off barely taking two steps when he grabbed her hand and spun her back until her body pressed against his. Y/N stared into his eyes. He looked so beyond hot right now, unshaven with his hair a bit longer and slightly messed up her breath got caught in her throat and a tingly feeling spread through her body like wild fire. “I didn’t kiss him. He tried to kiss me and if you saw the full memory you know I pushed him off –“
   “And that’s supposed to make it OKAY ?” he snapped.
   “Kai –“
   “Is that what happens when I am away ? You act like you are some kind of sl–” he didn’t get to finish when she slapped him so hard his neck cracked. Or maybe it was her wrist, she didn’t know or care. For a moment he stood frozen. Silence fell in their home and the only sounds audible were the light cracking of the fire in the fireplace, her heartbeat and breathing. Then he turned around with his jaw clenched and she tried to get herself free but his grip on her tightened. Five days without her and all his emotions were running on complete overdrive – he missed her touch, her lips and her entire presence. Jealousy courses through his veins burning everything in its path with his lust for her following right after burning everything that remained. His self control was slipping fast and the slap only added to it.
   “Hmmmm….” he stared into her eyes.
   “I suggest you carefully pick what you say next. You are about to cross a line.” she warned, pushing him off but he didn’t give up and pulled her towards him so suddenly she didn’t have time to react before his lips smashed against hers again more demanding than ever. Without realising it he slipped into her mind again, only this time he got pulled in a different memory and when he pulled away, his expression softened. It didn’t seem she had noticed because she raised her hand and he barely managed to grip her wrist before her palm had connected with his cheek again. They stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment and his lips smashed against hers again. Y/N thrashed against him for a few seconds and then melted in his arms. Her fingers tangled in his hair, lightly playing with the scruff in the back of his head while he shoved her against the wall by the fireplace kissing her as if his life depended on.
Five days without each other combined with everything that had happened boiled over in an instant in one emotion – hunger for the other. Their lips barely parted with each other, craving more with every second and Ka pushed his crotch against hers, making her moan into the kiss while she pushed his jacket off his shoulders and lightly pulled at his shirt. His body pressed against hers and he slipped his hand under her skirt, brushing his fingertips against her bare skin while his lips moved down her jawline towards her neck leaving wet sloppy kisses on their way.
   “You are driving me completely mad.” she muttered, her eyes fluttering closed. Her back arched off the wall lightly as she threw her head back. “You and your jealous rage… How is my first thought  ‘how fast can I tear those clothes off him’ ? How is that thought capable of overwriting almost everything else?  What have you done to me?”
   “Same thing you have done to me.” he said into her skin. Y/N pulled his lips against hers, kissing him so hard it almost hurt. Everything that had happened in the past half hour seemed to both dissolve and fuel their actions at once. Their lips moved fiercely passionate against each other, leaving both of them completely breathless before he suddenly wrapped his hand around her neck lightly, holding her up against the wall and gazed into her eyes. A different fire burned in them as she gazed back at him, her gaze drifting slighly towards her finger’s movements as she gripped on his shirt, tearing it in two. Her hands roamed his bare chest as she lightly dug her nails in his flesh. His eyes fluttered closed for a second and his grip on her neck loosened. Instantly she pulled him towards her, their lips colliding in such a deep passionate kiss she nearly dissolved into atoms in his arms. Her hands shot for his jeans, undoing the belt and button when he gripped her wrists and chucked.
   “No, no.“
   “Kai, I –”
   “Shhh – “ he lovingly brushed his fingers against her cheek and leaned in whispering in her ear. “I think you are in need of a reminder to who you belong to so accidents like this don’t happen again.”
Kai scooped her up in a flash, seating her on the large desk. He tore off her panties, ripped her shirt to shreds and her bra flew off her body while their lips moved fiercely against each other. A split later second her skirt was gone. Her legs hitched around his waist, holding him towards her and his crotch grinded against hers making her moan into the kiss. A devilish smirk flashed in his eyes and the second her hands reached for the bulge in his jeans he gripped her wrists and tied them together with her panties, pushing her down onto the desk. Kai’s hands roamed all over her chest, not taking his eyes away from her for a second while he cupped her breasts and his lips connected with her bare skin. His tongue swirled around her left nipple lightly tweaking the other, sending shivers through her body all of which concentrated on her core. Quiet moans escaped his lips and he sucked on her nipples, lightly pinching and nibbling on them it almost felt as if she could cum just from his actions in that moment. Everywhere his lips touched her skin or his fingertips glazed against it or his nose lightly brushed against her skin felt like fire while his fingertips brushed against her inner thighs so agonisingly slowly it drove her completely nuts. Her back arched off the desk the closer to her heat he got, every particle in her body craved his touch like never before.
   “No, no.“ he said as if scolding a little child. “Keep those beautiful eyes on me. And no touching or I will have to stop and start all over again. No sounds either.”
Y/N’s eyes widened, trying to figure out how she could possibly comply with the last one knowing how when his fingers and tongue start to play there is no stopping him. “You are not serious.”
A devilish spark flashed in his eyes and he laughed under his breath. “No, but you should’ve seen your face. I missed listening to you moan my name too much to punish myself like that. You, however, are in so much trouble young lady.”
Her legs spread wide with a snap of his fingers and he leaned in, his tongue lightly lapping around her clit. So lightly it was almost as if he wasn’t touching her at all. Y/N bit her lip and moaned quietly unable to look away from him.
   “Look how wet you are.” he cooed, blowing a light stream of air onto her clit before brushing his fingers against her folds spreading her arousal around. “So wet you are dripping. Hmmm – ”
He leaned in licking a bold stripe directly through her clit, slurping some of her arousal about to drip on the desk before sliding his tongue in her warmth as deep as it could, twirling it around slowly. Her heart was racing in her chest, her breathing becoming a little more ragged every time his nose brushed against her clit and his scruff rubbed against her heat. He was driving her completely out of her mind and he had barely started. His fingers brushed up her stomach towards her breasts, cupping them and playing with her nipples while his tongue slid inside and out of her faster each time. His tongue curled inside her going in a little deeper every time and her eyes started drooping but what drove her completely insane and truly set her skin on fire was the way he was looking at her. How hadn’t she noticed how dark his eyes were before ? There was hunger in them, a thurst he couldn’t satisfy and the longer he devoured her, the more it appeared he couldn’t get enough.
    “Such a naughty girl.” he cooed replacing his tongue with his fingers, pushing them into the last knuckle, slowly curling them around and pulling out to the fingertips again and again.  “Do you have any idea what you did to me?” he started, slowly picking up the pace with each curl. “I’ve never had anger like this burning in my veins. I didn’t even know it was possible to get that jealous.” he said a little amused. “Feelings are… hard.”
His fingers curled inside her feeling every inch so agonizingly slowly it drove her completely out of it, but not as much as when he roughly pushed them inside her going in deeper every time until his fingertips hit her spot. It felt as if he had thrown her into a wild fire and slowly poured more gasoline, with each pump. They’ve been in situations like this before – they bickered, argued and fought which always ended up with them nearly breaking every horizontal surface in the house, going at it for hours until they were both completely exhausted and everything was forgotten. And even though she hadn’t told him about it, she had a suspicion he knew the dominant side of him turned her on like crazy. His entire personality did, especially the danger vibe around him that had pulled had her in like a magnet since the moment she had laid eyes on him for the first time.
   “What am I going to do with you ?“ he thought out loud. “Maybe I will keep bringing you right on the edge, not letting you cum. Or maybe I will make you cum again and again.” he pushed his fingers roughly inside her, feeling an animal instinct slowly take over him. “Or I will fuck you so hard you will feel it for a week.”
Kai watched her squirm, trying hard to keep her eyes open as he had demanded while he pumped his fingers faster, going in a little deeper every time and her walls clenched around them. Her mind was getting foggier by the second with her orgasm building up fast and her moans turning into small screams until she was right at the edge and he slowed down his finger’s movements long enough to delay her release before starting all over again. Whimpers started mixing with her moans while he flicked her clit with his tongue, his fingers slowly curling around inside her and he enveloped her clit between his lips, listening to her breathing become erratic all over again and her heart rate increasing to dangerous levels. Her eyes fluttered closed and almost instantly he grabbed her face, chuckling, forcing her to look at him. She bit her lip moaning a little louder when his fingertips hit her spot, lightly throwing her head back without taking her eyes off him while he sucked and tugged on her clit as if his life depended on it.
    “Please –“
    “No.” he moaned, the vibrations directly hitting her clit. Y/N blinked and her breath got caught in her throat. There weren’t just devils dancing it his eyes. It was almost as if the Devil had positioned himself between her legs in that moment, lighting her on fire with every pump of his fingers with every moment he tugged on her clit, slurping on her arousal from time to time. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head and she grabbed on the desk to stop herself from reaching for him while he grabbed her face again, forcing her gaze on him. Her grip grew tighter with each second until her knuckles were almost white, the vibrations of his moans as he devoured her and the way he was looking at her alone enough to push her right over the edge.
    “P-please Kai –“ she begged.
    “Please what ? You want to cum ?” Y/N hummed. “Naughty girls don’t get what they want. They get punished, you know that. Or did you think I’d let it go that easily ? Tonight you cum only when I say so.”
    “FUCk K-Kai –“ she semi-screamed, feeling her walls clench around his fingers a little more intensely while he curled and pumped them inside her at a steady pace, getting her right to the edge and delaying again until suddenly he pulled out. Y/N almost groaned in frustration before he shoved them in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around them, their eyes locked on each other the entire time. He hummed quietly, a quiet moan escaping his lips feeling his jeans tightening around him more and more with each second while his mind got flooded with thoughts about her and he leaned in, continuing to eat her out as if she was his favourite ice cream. His tongue lapped round and around going directly through the middle of her core before sliding in her warmth; his nose brushed against her clit and his scruff tickling her folds, getting her closer to another release. Y/N moaned around his fingers, her hips lightly grinding on his face and she reached her hands towards him pushing his mouth further. Her entire self was vibrating at a different frequency because of his actions.
   “Fuck Kai –“
Kai felt her fingers tug on his hair and closed his eyes for a second enjoying the feeling, humming and moaning while devouring her as if wanting to swallow her whole. He trailed his wet fingers around her nipples, lightly pinching on them making it even harder for her to hold it.
   “K-Kai, ple-ase – I need it.”
   “No.“ he hummed, slowly crawling over her leaving kisses on his way until their eyes were on the same level. “I don’t think you realise the trouble you’ve gotten yourself into going out looking so bloody irresistible. I would’ve torn your clothes on the spot then and there –” he thought out loud. “I almost did in the car –”
Y/N swallowed air, lifting her head up enough to kiss him. He pulled away studying her face. His anger had subsided and the only thing that remained was his lust for her. Kai loved seeing her like this – her eyes rolling in the back of her head, moans and whimpers leaving her parted lips along with his name constantly rolling off her tongue. He loved how she responded to his every movement, how her walls clenched around his fingers so intensely she nearly let go. A devilish spark flashed in his eyes and he leaned over her whispering in her ear.
   “You can’t cum.“ he cooed. “Must be torture to be right on the edge, feeling your skin on fire. Now you know how I feel every time I see you wearing that skirt and those heels. I just – hmmm – ”
   “Please –“ she begged again, watching him smirk at her. He mouthed a ‘no’  and curled his fingers inside her again while his thumb drew slow circles on her clit. Just as she was about to tip over he stopped and pulled out his fingers, watching her hips grinding on air for a few seconds before slowly sliding them in again to the last knuckle. “I want you. I need you…”
Kai smirked devilishly at her, feeling his jeans tightening around him even more and laughed for a second.  “So eager. You are dying to feel me inside you, aren’t you?” he whispered in her ear. “To have the air being knocked out if your lungs while I make you scream my name –”
   “Yes.” she said, barely able to take a breath. Her heart was thumping like crazy, almost as if trying to push its way out of her chest. “Please Kai –”
He snapped his fingers, his remaining clothes flying off him in a second and getting her hands free. Y/N reached for him but he held her hands behind her back, rubbing his hard lenght against her soaked core. His forehead rested on hers, his hot breath hitting her face and their eyes piercing into each other while he continued to drive her nuts. With every passing second her skin flamed up even more and the unusually cold air from outside entering the room through the cracked open window somehow turned her skin on fire even more.
   “Please Kai –” she begged, lifting her head enough for their lips to touch but he pulled away, pulling his signature smirk and pressed the tip of his thick shaft against her entrance.
   “Please ‘what’?”he asked innocently. “Tell me, what does my girl want.”
Y/N bit her lip trying to wriggle her hands free and pull him towards her just as he pressed just the tip inside her, slowly sliding it in and out and rubbing it against her clit from time to time, watching her lose it completely.
   “Fuck me. I want to feel every inch of you inside me –“
Kai grinned at her and his lips collided with hers drowning her scream as he entered her with a heavy thrust going in all the way, and withdrawing slowly making her feel every inch before he filled her in to the brim again. At first his thrusts were slow but hard and deep, each of them knocking the air out of her lungs almost completely, picking up speed every time. His grip on her hands loosened a little and he pulled her towards the edge until she was almost off the desk and lifted one of her legs over his shoulder allowing him to go deeper. He held onto her hips with one hand, the other exploring every inch of her body lighting a thousand fires on its way as he slowly leaned in towards her, almost resting his forehead on hers. Kai couldn’t get enough of her, of her lips on his, her touch and the way her walls tightened around him. Or the way her eyes rolled in the back of her head while he withdrew slowly. Y/N’s eyelids kept drooping and each time they closed he entered her with a heavy thrust waking her up turning her soft moans leaving her parted lips into small screams. She held onto his biceps with one hand, pulling his face towards hers with the other. Every thrust that followed was rougher and deeper than the last leaving her craving more and she couldn’t possibly get enough. It felt as if he was trying to catch up on five days without her in one go while trying to bury his entire self inside her and even though it wasn’t possible he kept trying.
    “M-Malachai –” she moaned. Kai growled, purple/black veins flashing under his eyes hearing his full name. “– fuck me harder.”
He smirked at her and a blink of an eye later she was tossed on the soft carpet by the fireplace. Kai crawled over her and his lips collided with hers. He held her hands on either side of her head and entered her so hard the carpet shifted the floor, withdrawing slowly and entering her rougher and deeper every time. Every thrust lit her entire body on fire and the warmth from the flames in the fire licking up her skin feeling more like a slight chill compared to the way Kai and only Kai alone could make her feel.
   “So tight around me.” he moaned, brushing his nose against her cheek his lips barely touching her skin. He hummed quietly, moaning into her ear feeling her walls contract around him more intensely than ever and he knew she was close. “Cum for me baby girl.”
Kai watched her throw her head back, feeling her chest pressing against his and her orgasm tore though her body while he used his vampirism to thrust inside her faster.  A loud moan tumbled off her lips and he gazed into her eyes, smiling to himself. He loved seeing her like this, knowing only he can make her feel this way. His bloody lips crashed against hers slowly loosening the grip on her hands, and instantly her fingers tangled in his hair lightly gripping on it while he continued to pound her senseless. Her entire body felt as if it was on fire and for all she knew the flames from the fireplace have consumed them both. Not that it mattered if thats what had happened. All that mattered to her was Kai – how his hard lenght filled her in perfectly hitting her spot every time, how their lips and bodies were seemingly made for each other… and like an addict, she couldn’t get enough and wanted more.
   “Oh Fuck K-Kai g-go faste-r –” she moaned, her nails digging in his back almost drawing blood while his lenght twitched inside her almost at the same time her walls contracted around him.
A louder moan tumbled off his lips and he pushed her legs almost over her head allowing him to go deeper and leaned in their foreheads almost touching, neither of them wanting to look away from the other. He couldn’t even remember what they had argued about this time, all he could think about was how good and right it felt to be with her in that moment. To feel her come undone around him and fall apart because of him. To listen to their moans colliding in perfect harmony completely drowning the sounds of the wind blowing outside and the cracking of the fire a few steps away from them.
   “S-so close –“ she cupped his face, lightly playing with the scruff in the back of his head. Purple/black veins flashed under his eyes, his hot breath hitting her face every time his thick shaft slid inside her knocking the air out of her lungs. His thrusts were becoming a little sloppier yet keeping their roughness and speed. Her walls clenched around him and she felt his lenght twitch inside her. Y/N bit her lip mouthing ‘So hot’, watching his vampirism showing again and he sank his fangs in her carotid artery, lighting up her skin on fire yet again just like every time he fed on her.
Kai moaned a little louder in her ear, his lenght twitching inside her again and he whispered ‘Cum for me.’ almost the same second he came in hot spurts inside her and her orgasm tore through her body, his thrusts never stopping or slowing down until they were both finished and he collapsed on top of her. Kai buried his face in the crook of her neck, his tongue swirling around the two holes in her skin not letting a single drop of her blood go to waste. Y/N’s tangled her fingers in his locks, lightly pulling his head up until their eyes met and their lips collided in a gentle kiss and he rolled on the floor next to her, pulling her into his arms. For a few minutes they just stayed like this, enjoying the other’s presence and watching the flames dancing in the fire place. Y/N closed her eyes and sighed when he brushed his fingers against her cheek. Instantly her eyes opened, both of them gazing into each other’s eyes.
   “I am incredibly sorry … for the way I reacted. For almost saying that word.” he said softly. “You are right. I should’ve trusted you. You’ve never given me any reason not to. You’ve always been ready to sacrifice it all for me.”
Y/N studied his face remembering his eyes after the second kiss. “Which memory did you slip into this time ?”
   “Oh, um…” he smiled nervously. “Remember that time at the Salvatore house right after the wedding when I was chained up in the cellar while your buddies were trying to figure out what to do with me ? You never told me what you told them that day.”
   “‘If you kill him, you will have to kill me too because I can’t be without him.’” he quoted her word for word. “And then you slapped Damon who said it’s not up to you. I was delirious when you opened the cellar but I can swear you looked like an angel and – I after the way I acted tonight, I don’t deserve you. I should let you go. Allow you to find happiness with someone else, someone deserving. But I can’t. I can’t because the only way for me to continue living is if you are by my side.” he said softly. “That’s a little selfish to say, isn’t it?”
   “If you are selfish, then I am selfish too because that’s the exact same way I feel. I am a human, you can have any girl you want. A witch or a vampire … they throw themselves at you all the time –”
Kai listened to her heart beat noticing a slight change.  “Awwh you get jealous ?“ he teased. “That’s kinda hot.”
Y/N rolled her eyes and tossed herself onto the carpet starring out the window. Where those snowflakes ? No. Not possible.
   “Those girls can’t even remotely compare to you.“ he brushed his palm against her cheek, lovingly gazing into her eyes. “You are human. So beautifully human. So brave and strong. Stubborn as hell, so defiant sometimes. You made me fall for you in an instant and I know I am horrible at feelings but I love you and –“
Her lips smashed against hers not letting him finish. “I love you too.” she tapped his nose, leaning in to whisper in his ear. “You look so hot when you are jealous. I just –” she bit her lip. Kai grinned at her and tried to roll on top of her but she was faster.  “– I can’t get enough of you.“ she finished.
   “Round two ?”
   “Five days without you. What do you think?” Y/N smirked devilishly at him and her lips crashed against his more greedy and demanding that ever, giving him the answer to his question.
note : so, i may have strayed a little from the request … tbh i wasn’t even planning on posting this one 😅 (sometimes when i hit writers block i ‘distract’ myself writing something else) but i hope you guys like it anyways 😈😜


  A Dream Come True

My first attempt at a RPF! I love Norman, but am nowhere near an expert on him, like I am with Jeffrey. 😜 So excuse my writing of him.

Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader x Norman Reedus

Word count ~ 3500

Warnings- a few swears, reader talks sex, nothing else in this part.

Tags~ @stileswolfi @magikat409 @jasoncrouse @nothin-after-79 @magpiegirl80  @omgitss0y @binegan @metal-xo @mypopculturediva @angelofthenite

 This was all new. A convention wasn’t anything I had ever experienced , especially one specifically for The Walking Dead, one of my all time favorite television shows. I always thought those conventions were for hardcore, borderline crazy, fans. Yet here I am, packing for my flight to Atlanta.

 I went all out, purchasing the most expensive “platinum” weekend tickets, I even booked the hotel that I had heard the celebrity guests were staying at. Only place I “skimped” on was buying only photo ops and autographs for my two guys, Jeffrey Dean Morgan and Norman Reedus.

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Please? Part 42

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Please? Masterlist

Rick starts his speech, telling everyone how bad things are out there. You can hear the growling and clawing of each walker as they line up outside the main gate. It sends chills down your spin, raising the hair on the back of your neck, along your arms.

He ran through just moments before and called everyone around him, wanting them to see how bad it is, telling everyone that they can’t let fear take control. But you are already scared. What’s going to happen to everyone in here? What will happen to the others that haven’t made it back yet—like Daryl?

You stand with Maggie, holding hands, silently praying that your men make it back, as Rick says they will. The two of you share a look, nodding, telling the other one that everything will be fine, you’ll see your men again. You wanted to see Glenn walk through that gate as much as she does.

New rules are set right then and there. No noise, no lights at night, more people keeping watch. It’s starting to feel less like home now. This is a graveyard.

Maggie wraps her arm around you, holding you close to her and rubbing your elbow comfortingly. Things will be different. Things are already different. You don’t know how this will play out, but you don’t like it.

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Deanna walking away from the scene. Slowly, one by one, everyone else trickles away to finish cleaning out the bodies. It’s a long process, but everyone chips in, everyone helps. A lot of loved ones are gone now.

You are given a task, a simple task. Write the names of all the souls lost on the wall, make sure no one is left out. So you gather a few other girls and go for it, writing each name on the wall, not climbing the ladder incase you topple off of it and break something. Daryl will never forgive you for that.

It doesn’t take long before you grow dizzy again and you step down from helping. You sit in the grass, telling the girls which names you have left.

You look up at the sky, wondering how it could be so blue in such a dull time. This is how the world works, you suppose. There’s always something bright at the end of the dark tunnel. Surely something good will come from this.

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Bewitching Eyes

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Pairing: Benny x Reader

Word Count: 823

Warnings: fluffish

A/N: This was requested by anon! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!

You were on your way to go see Benny at the diner he worked at.  You didn’t always get to leave work early, but this was your lucky day.  This had to be the first time that you were given this opportunity.  Perhaps your hard work was starting to pay off.

After you turned off the engine, you sat there for a couple minutes.  You wanted to make sure that you were looking your best before going inside.  Benny was going to be pleasantly surprised by your presence.

As you walked through the doors of the diner, you saw Benny look up.  He always greeted anyone who came in.  When he saw you, his face lit up like a Christmas tree.  “[Y/N], what’re you doin’ here,” Benny asked, a wide grin adorning his lips.

“I got off of work early,” you informed him.  “I thought I’d stop by before I went home.  I know I’ll see you when you get home, but I never get to see you this early in the afternoon.

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Imagine meeting your son. (Part C)

A/N: Part 5C! Holy crap, okay. So it’s 3:52AM, I just finished this and I cried like a baby. Well, I’m crying like a baby which is why I’m going to leave this here and do the links tomorrow. Enjoooooy! ❤️ (Also, I feel like strawberry Jell-O now.) You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series: ‘Perfect’ - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Fated’ - Masterlist; Chapter 7: ‘Baby Steps’: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A/3B/Part 4A/4B/4C/4D/Part 5A/5B)

The closer your contractions got, the more nervous you and Chris became. You were in a lot of pain so you tried to focus on that pain to distract yourself from the fact that you were about to have a baby. You channeled your writer’s mind, convincing yourself that this was an experience you could use to better your writing. You did things like that all the time, you found you coped better if you saw what you feared doing as an experience to help with your writing. The last time you went to the dentist, you told yourself you were a spy who’d been caught and was being tortured for information. Chris thought you were insane, but said if it worked to relieve you of your anxiety that came every time you had to go to the dentist that you should “do you, boo.” So now that you were having ridiculously painful contractions- which had become five minutes apart- you convinced yourself you were being stabbed so you could later utilize the pain to write something in the crime/thriller genre.

Chris couldn’t do what you were doing, he was too focused on you to think of anything else. You were in absolute agony, whimpering every time you had a contraction. It’d been three and a half hours of five minute apart contractions, yet still no progress. You wished it was easier, that after your water broke you’d just start pushing and a baby would pop out of you. Unfortunately, it was not; you were going to suffer for quite a while before your son arrived. Chris was glad your parents were around to keep the two of you company, but he really wished his mom was too. He glanced at his watch, it wouldn’t be long now. It was 11:56AM now, and her flight was arriving at 12:15PM. Your dad left for the airport half an hour ago to pick Lisa up for Chris as neither you nor Chris wanted him to leave your side. You needed him with you every step of the way, there was no way you were going to do anything without him.

“What do you need, sweetheart?” Chris asked, gently brushing away the tears that had rolled down your cheeks. You couldn’t take the pain anymore, your distraction was losing its effect because no story was worth what you were going through. “Do you want me to get you something from the vending machine? Do you want me to go get you a packet of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups?” He asked you and you nodded quickly, hoping chocolate would help subside some of the pain.

“Oh no,” your mom stopped Chris, “no. I don’t recommend eating while in labor, sweetheart. It’ll be dangerous if they have to end up putting you under, you could vomit and choke.” You frowned with a pout, and Chris gave your hand a light pat. “If you really need to eat something, you’ve got to keep it light. You shoulder only eat things that won’t make you feel worst than you already do, and we all know chocolate is not one of those things.”

“That’s true, baby,” Chris agreed with your mom, and you silently did too; you liked chocolate, but chocolate didn’t always like you. It wasn’t like you were allergic or intolerant, it was more of a psychological reaction because you preferred to clean eat and chocolate was part of clean eating. “You can have Reese’s after you have Jack, as a celebratory snack.”

“So what can I have?” You asked, then screwed your eyes shut as another contraction hit you. It wasn’t even just the contractions that caused you pain, it was everything; everything hurt at that point in time. “Other than ice chips because I’m sick of chewing ice chips,” you told them, taking another few deep breaths.

“I’m going to go see if I can get you some Jell-O,” your mom offered, patting the back of your hand. “Watch her and call Dr. McCullough if anything changes.” She told Chris and he nodded. “And don’t you try and convince him to get you that chocolate bar, young lady.” She told you before she took her leave because she knew the both of you all too well.

“She’s good,” Chris chuckled softly when he saw you roll your eyes. “But honestly,” he pulled your hand to his lips. “I don’t need much convincing, I would do anything for you right now.” You opened your mouth to ask for chocolate, only to get shot down. “Anything that doesn’t make you feel worst than you already do. How are you feeling?” He quizzed, lowering your hand back onto the bed.

“Conflicted,” you answered, pulling your hand away from his touch so you could wipe the tears from your eyes. “Like I want this to be over, but I don’t think I’m ready to have the baby.” You told him and he gave you a sympathetic smile. “Chris,” another fresh set of tears filled your eyes. “I don’t know if I can do this. I know I said I wouldn’t be like Pam, but-“ you started to cry, “I don’t think I can do this. It hurts so bad already, I don’t know if I can take anymore.”

“Hey, it’s okay.” He got off his chair and sat down next to you on the bed, wrapping an arm around you. “Everything’s going to be okay, I promise. Look-” he huffed. “I can’t promise you it won’t hurt because we both know it is, but I promise I’m going to be right here with you. Okay?” He waited for you to nod then kissed the top of your head. “I love you, sweetheart.” He whispered into your hair as you leaned into him.

“I love you too.”

Your mom came back with strawberry Jell-O about ten minutes later, and you ate that while you weren’t suffering from contractions. Around 1:24PM, your contractions became even closer at four minutes apart, and your dad arrived with Lisa. The rest of Chris’ family, and yours weren’t due until the 15th of March which was a Sunday, the day after Jack’s original birth date. They figured you were already panicky enough, you didn’t need a room full of people while you were trying to push a baby out of you.

The next few hours leading up to 4:14PM- when your cervix was finally dilated enough- your contractions progressed at a steady pace to the stage your doctor needed you to be at. Chris joked, saying “Jack must know I needed Mom here.” You managed a light laugh, then went back to freaking out because you knew you were about to start pushing. The nurses checked your pulse, blood pressure, and temperature, then strapped a monitor to your abdomen to check Jack’s heart rate. You and Chris couldn’t stop smiling when you heard Jack’s little heartbeat. As scared and nervous as the both of you were, you were excited to bring a little life into world.

Your delivery took about ninety minutes, and all ninety minutes was engulfed in immense pain. You cried, you screamed, you swore, and you squeezed the life out of Chris’ hand- but you did it, all without pooping on the table or having an episiotomy. Your afterbirth was fairly easy on you too, it took no less than five minutes. You’d read birth stories online about women having trouble with their placenta, and you were glad you weren’t one of them. But that it, you were done. You were no longer pregnant, you no longer had to suffer contractions or push because- Jack was here and you were a mom.

“Here’s your son, you two.”

Chris felt his heart skip a beat when Dr. McCullough held up Jack for the two of you to see. You were a little too distracted by the pain to zero in your blurry vision on your baby, but Chris saw him. Chris saw Jack; he covered in blood and gunk, but he was absolutely beautiful. You cried out of joy when Chris said, “you did it, he’s beautiful, baby” and kissed your forehead. The nurse quickly wiped your son’s face then bundled him up so he could meet his parents for the first time.

You were hesitant to take Jack at first because you’d never held a newborn before. He seemed so small and fragile, and you were afraid you’d hurt him. But Chris, and everyone else in the room assured you “babies are a lot stronger than they seem.” Chris sat beside you as the nurse carefully placed Jack into your arms, and the moment you held him- you understood why people wanted children, why you would gladly have a second in a heartbeat. Everything you’d been so afraid of faded and everything just fell into place. You were a mom, the baby in your arms was yours. You started to sob which worried Chris until he realized you were smiling. He wrapped an arm around you and kissed the top of your head, his other hand gently interacted with one of Jack’s.

Your son was beautiful with eyes as blue as Chris’; you had hoped they would be and you were glad they were. Now every parent believed their baby was the most beautiful baby they’d ever laid eyes on, but you knew for a fact that yours was. He was utter perfection and you couldn’t believe you were finally in your arms after nine months of waiting. Neither you nor Chris could stop smiling, or crying at the sight of Jack. He was real, it wasn’t just a vivid dream. You’d just had a baby boy, the two of you were parents.

“Hi,” you smiled at Jack, who you swore smiled back. Chris smiled, he smiled widely as he watched you interact with Jack. “We’re your mom and dad, we made you.” You started crying harder when you said that because it still seemed impossible that humans could make smaller humans. “And we will love you unconditionally and endlessly.” You whispered softly then kissed his tiny forehead.

“Just like I love you,” Chris said and you turned to him, smiling when he dipped his head and pecked your lips. “I am so proud of you, Y/N. You brought life into this world, you helped me become a father.” You pressed a kiss to his jawline then turned back to Jack when Chris’ gaze fell on him. “Welcome to the world, Jackson Christopher Evans.”

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Part 5D

Title: You Can Bet
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Hunter Clarington x Reader
Warnings: Slight bullying, Cursing
Requested: Yes
Request by @alpha-pacCan you make a glee imagine that’s plus size reader x Hunter Clarington? She’s the only female student at Dalton. She’s really smart and they wanted someone with her gpa so they made an exception due to it being an all boy school and can she be a member of the Warblers? Hunter starts to date her as a joke but she really loves him and when he tells her he’s all like “did you really think someone like me would go for someone like you?” and she replies with “no I actually didn’t, but I was hopeful”.  Can it be that after they break up he realizes that he actually fell in love with her and he wants to get her back but it takes a lot for her to trust him again?

You remembered the first day you had walked into Dalton. You were extremely nervous and felt like nobody could take you seriously - especially since you were the only girl at an all boys’ school and to top it all off, you weren’t exactly the average weight. But that didn’t make you any less beautiful.

Your experience at Dalton made you cherish your curves more than ever. You were the only girl at the school and it mattered not whether the boys would look at you more than once. 

With an extra pep in your step, you made your way to the Warblers’ room and plopped yourself at a seat. Not too long after, you pulled out sheet music that you intended on learning in the spare moments before rehearsal started since the rest of the club members would saunter in after goofing around. You were engulfed in hitting the perfect notes and sang quietly under your breath while Hunter Clarington and Sebastian Smythe mumbled to each other in the corner of the room behind you.

“There is no way I would go after her without being paid,” Hunter muttered to Sebastian. They both stared at you from behind and absentmindedly played with their ties, pretending that they weren’t talking about anything degrading.

“You wanna bet?” Sebastian asked, a smirk tugging at his lips as he looked at Hunter from the corner of his eyes. “$100 if you make her fall in love with you.”

Hunter returned the smirk and took his hands off his tie as he finished “fixing” it. “You’re on, Smythe. I expect $100 in my hands sometime soon.”

Sebastian only rolled his eyes and gestured toward you. 

Slowly, Hunter made his way toward you and placed his hand on the table. He leaned against the table and grinned down at you in a flirty manner. 

In surprise, you jolted and looked up at him, your mouth agape in the shape of an “o.” 

Hunter cleared his throat and looked down at the papers you were holding tightly in your hands. “Lucky by Jason Mraz, eh?” he asked, leaning closer toward you. “Isn’t that better sung by two people?” His voice lowered down to a whisper. 

You were struck speechless as he quietly sang, “Do you hear me? I’m talking to you…across the water, across the deep blue ocean, under the open sky, oh my. Baby, I’m trying.

Without even thinking about it, you sang back, “Boy, I hear you in my dreams. I feel your whisper across the sea. I keep you with me in my heart. You make it easier when life gets hard.”

Lucky I’m in love with my best friend. Lucky to have been where I have been. Lucky to be coming home again,” you both sang, you unknowingly standing up and caught mesmerized in his eyes. 

You two stopped singing, but you were both still staring at each other. You were so close…you could just lean up and kiss him.

But just as the thought ran through your mind, Sebastian cleared his throat and looked at Hunter expectantly. Hunter smirked down at you, winked, and said, “Dinner, you and me tomorrow.”

You nodded quickly and stayed glued to your spot. Unbeknownst to you, Hunter walked up to Sebastian and high-fived him discreetly and quietly. “It’s in the bag,” Hunter murmured to Sebastian.

“Oh, we’ll see about that,” Sebastian replied, a grin appearing on his face. 

At the dinner, you guys couldn’t have hit it off more. He was nothing short of a gentleman. You were happy to admit to yourself that he seemed genuinely interested in all your likes and dislikes.

“So what exactly made you ask me out?” you asked when there was a bout of silence running between you two. 

He chewed carefully on his steak, patted his mouth with the napkin that he rested on his lap, and then cleared his throat. “Should there be any reason? You are beautiful and charming. It would be considered a sin for me not to.”

You couldn’t help the blush that crept onto your face as you shyly looked down at the meal you were eating. His flattery caused you to stay quiet once more. He could only smirk as he cut and chewed his steak. 

The rest of the dinner went by swimmingly. Hunter was able to make you laugh until your sides hurt, but he was also able to make you blush so hard that your skin was close to that of a tomato’s color. In moments when he would make you blush, he would make it worse by joking around playfully about you blushing and then make it up to you by telling some joke.

By the end of the night, you hadn’t expected him to be this amazing. He had always struck you as a troublemaker - someone you would never want to cross. But being with him seemed to prove all of those thoughts wrong. 

He had driven you home and hurried out of the car to open the door for you. 

He grabbed your hand gingerly and brought you down your sidewalk toward your front door. 

You made a move to grab your house key from your pocket, but his hand stopped you. 

Slowly, you turned your head to look at him and you found yourselves in the same position you had been when you two had been singing the other day. But this time, Sebastian was thankfully not there to interrupt.

Hunter placed his fingers on your chin before caressing your cheek with the back of his fingers. To you, it was euphoric but also painstakingly slow. 

His hand planted itself carefully on the back of your neck as he leaned down and finally captured your lips.

You closed your eyes pleasantly and basked in the feeling of his lips working across yours. 

You didn’t want it to end. You wanted this to go on forever, but in some sort of mutual agreement, you two slowly pulled away. You bit your bottom lip shyly and looked up at him once again through your eyelashes. “That was…” you started.

“Perfect,” he finished. “I have to go, but let me tell you, tonight was amazing.”

You nodded in agreement and watched as he walked down your sidewalk, turning every now and then to look at you. 

You had never felt this way before with anyone. As cheesy as it was, this first date made you feel like you were falling hard for him.

It was weeks of this - you two were constantly going on dates. It always ended with him dropping you off at your house, leading you to your front door, and giving you the sweetest of kisses to think about while you slept. 

Sometimes, you couldn’t even sleep because of how much you thought about his lips moving along yours. 

The most memorable date had been of you two going to the park. It was absolutely different from your usual dates which consisted of going to a restaurant. You didn’t ever mind going to a restaurant, but considering that it was nearly every date that you went to one, you had been starting to get bored of the same dreary routine. 

Hunter and you had eaten pretzels from a street vendor and lounged peacefully on a bench that had the perfect view of a lake. You ended up laying on the bench with your head in his lap and him stroking your hair gingerly. 

After that, you two walked along the sidewalk near the lake and basked in the feeling of the air flowing through your hair. 

Hunter rarely ever held your hand in public, but he did when you two were walking near the lake. To say you were ecstatic about him displaying PDA was an understatement.

Then, you two played frisbee for what seemed like hours until you two got tired. And luckily, by the time you two had finished, you were able to watch the sun set along the lake. 

The view of the orange and yellow reflection across the lake was something you would never forget. 

It of course ended with you two at your doorstep, kissing until your lips became sore.

You were broken out of your reverie as you entered the Warbler room. 

You spotted Hunter and Sebastian, but neither seemed to notice you. Instead, they carried on with their conversation, but you heard snippets of it.

“I did it,” Hunter said, proudly. “She’s in love with me.”

Sebastian shook his head and whistled. “You proved me wrong, buddy. Here’s the money.” He smacked some bills into Hunter’s hand and then roved his eyes around the room before they stopped on you. His eyes widened considerably before he cleared his throat awkwardly and left the room.

Hunter turned to look at where his friend at previously and was slightly surprised to see you. 

Just by hearing all of that, you were horrified. You couldn’t even look him in the face. Anger, deception, hurt. You felt yourself diminishing into the tiniest of people. 

He sauntered over to you. When he reached you, he stuffed his hands in his pockets and cleared his throat. “So I assume you heard?” he asked.

You nodded and backed away. “Yes, I did. I can’t believe you would do that to me!” you hissed, anger consuming your every being. Despite that, however, tears were streaming down your face. 

“Really? You didn’t?” he scoffed. “I can’t believe you would even think I would take dating you seriously! Did you think someone like me would go for someone like you?” he spat.

“No!” you sobbed, wiping your tears away frantically as your voice softened and got quieter, “But I was hopeful.”

Hunter laughed. He laughed right in your face and you just felt so…so used; so broken. 

“You’re a monster,” was all you said before running out of the room and covering your face in humility.

After watching you run out of the room, Hunter couldn’t determine whether he felt satisfied or not. He was $100 richer and he had gotten rid of you. But still, he felt like something was missing. 

He guessed that the emptiness he had been feeling was seeing Sebastian’s reaction.

But even a few hours later when he told Sebastian, he just didn’t feel right. He felt dirty. 

As the weeks continued on, he became angrier with himself. When you two were “dating”, you were attached at the hip. He was always walking alongside you and giving you kisses when he would drop you off at home.

He was actually longing to have the feel of your lips against his again.

When it became unbearable to him, he threw himself off of his bed and marched out of his house toward his car. 

After a few stops, he made his way to your house and headed straight for your front door. 

He could hear your feet treading down your stairs and toward the door after he knocked on it. He would definitely not admit it but his heartbeat raced when you pulled open the door and stood there looking up at him through your eyelashes again. 

You were ready to close the door on his face when you noticed that he was holding flowers and chocolates. 

He quickly pushed them toward you.

“I don’t want them,” you said, stepping back a bit and closing the door slightly. 

“Don’t close that door!” he exclaimed before continuing to extend the gifts out toward you. “I want you back. I really do, but I was a dick. I don’t expect you to forgive me. Just take these gifts because you at least deserve that much.”

Slowly, you reached your arms out and grabbed the items. 

“I really am sorry, Y/N,” he told you, his eyes softening so much that he almost looked like a puppy. “You didn’t deserve to be treated that way. You’re worth so much more. Don’t ever think that you worthless.”

“I know,” you told him. “Just because you made me a bet doesn’t make me love myself any less. It makes me feel sorrier for you that you didn’t notice what you had until you decided to fuck it up.”

Hunter sighed and ran a hand through his hair before chuckling slightly. “You’re right. You’re completely right. I was an idiot to let you go like that. But no matter how much you push me away, I’m gonna fight for you; for us.”

You smiled slightly and pulled him in for a quick one-armed hug. “Thank you.”

Hope you enjoyed! Sorry if Hunter seems out of character, haha. :) Also, if anybody reads this and is treated this way, do NOT ever blame yourself when clearly it is the other party’s fault. You are worth so much more than you believe. You are beautiful and loved. 

Wonho Scenario- Distance 

Genre: Romance (warning smut)

It’s been several weeks since you and your boyfriend of 4 years have seen each other. Despite knowing that this was what you signed up for, you couldn’t help but wonder why you agreed to this relationship. What exactly was the point in a relationship where you go months end without seeing him? And not only seeing him, you couldn’t even talk to him. You understood that those were the rules set up after joining Monsta X, but the loneliness that surrounded you every night as you went to bed drove you to the brink of insanity. The figure that you missed waking up to, the laugh and smile you desperately wanted to hear and see, and the body that embraced you that always left you breathless, all seemed like a dream.

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Star Wars and Tony Stark. Never thought I’d see the day. I also live for Steve being confused by modern references (oh, and Clint being a disgruntled and sassy bird). Anyway, thank you to @awkward-wayward-daughter for requesting this. Enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt: Could you write a one shot where the reader and Tony always bump heads and don’t like each other, but then Tony finds out about the readers love for Star Wars and builds her a R2-D2 as a peace offering. And fluff! Thank you if you can! Even if you can’t, you’re amazing!

“A New Hope”

“There’s got to be something we can do.” Steve groaned. Clint’s head was on the table with his arms draped over it. You and Tony had been arguing for hours in the other room and ultimately everyone had taken themselves away. They congregated in the dining room to concoct a solution but hadn’t been able to escape the noise completely. When there appeared to be a brief moment of silence, Barton’s head lifted in hope – only to hit the table once more when Tony’s raised voice could be heard once more. Clint let out a strangled moan in exasperation. Natasha petted him sympathetically on the head.

“There’s nothing that we haven’t already tried or thought of,” said Bruce, who was surprisingly calm. “We just have to accept that those two are doomed to bump heads forever.”
“Then give me the gun now so I can end it.” Clint’s muffled voice responded. Steve couldn’t determine who he intended to shoot – Stark, (y/n), or himself. Either way, they needed a solution.

“Don’t they have mutual interests? Hobbies?”
“If they did, would they be at each other’s throats all the time?” Bruce sighed, pushing his glasses up his nose. Steve turned to Natasha.
“You’ve got to be able to find something. Lay some traps, set a scene – find something that they’ve got in common and set them up to figure it out.”

Nat shrugged.
“I might be able to do some digging.”
“If not for us, then do it for Barton. Look at him.” Steve gestured to the archer who was softly banging his head against the table, letting out a muffled cry with every strike. “They’re driving him insane.”

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What the Hell?

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Title: What the Hell?

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Word Count: 1,196

Warnings: Depression, angst

A/N: This was requested by @clairese1980! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much <3

Last night Sam and Dean left to go on a hunt.  They told you it was nothing personal, but they wanted you to stay in the bunker.  You knew they meant nothing by it, but you still felt the weight of your depression weighing you down today.  You thought Lucifer would sense something was wrong with you and would come to make sure you were okay.  You and Lucifer had been dating for a year now.  He knew about your depression and how heavily it could weigh you down.

You prayed for Lucifer to come to you ten different times.  There was no response from him, and he never showed up.  You felt like a burden at that point.  The last thing you wanted to do was pester your boyfriend.  Lucifer was getting better at understanding your thoughts and feelings, but you still felt like you annoyed him.  Even after he reassured you that he loved you and only wanted to help.

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Imagine not wanting to go back to work.

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

Before the sun rose on Monday morning, Chris rolled over to find your side of the bed empty. He looked to the clock blearily, rubbing his tired eyes. It was only 4:37AM. He couldn’t imagine you’d want to be anywhere else at such an early hour when you had work at 9:00AM, you should’ve been wanting to catch up on as much sleep as you could possibly catch up. He looked over your side of the bed, then his, for Dodger who must have disappeared with his wife. Chris stretched, appreciating the relief his actions were giving his bones and muscles. He was thirty-nine now meaning age was slowly but surely catching up with him. You’d always argue when he called himself an “old man,” calling him a “dramatic baby” instead.  You assured him he was like a “fine wine” because he was “better with age.” He knew he was when it came to his appearance, but physically- his body was losing its ability to bounce back as quickly as it did when he was your age.

Chris pushed the covers off him and onto your side of the bed, yawning when he sat up. He stuffed his feet into his slippers and ran a hand through his hair as he exited the room to look for you. “Babe?” He called out, padding down the hallway to Jack’s room where he’d usually find you first. The room was empty, and so was Jack’s baby cot. He found himself increase the speed of his pace as he headed downstairs. He knew you were with Dodger and you had Jack and the three of you were fine, but it didn’t stop him from irrationally worrying.

“Hey,” he let out a sigh of relief when he saw the three of you in the living room; ‘The Adventures of Winnie the Pooh was playing on the TV, but no one was watching. Dodger was watching the two of you, your gaze was locked on Jack whose back was towards the TV. “Was he crying?” He asked as he walked over, eyeing his giggling son on your lap; Jack clearly hadn’t been crying, you- on the other hand- did. Chris sat down next to you, smoothing Jack’s tiny amount of hair with his hand. “Do you want me to take him so you can go get some sleep?” He asked and you shook your head, gently bouncing Jack. “What’s wrong, baby?” He asked, kissing the side of your head. “What are you doing up?” He wrapped his arm around you, gently rubbing your arm.

“I’m just spending some time with my son before I don’t have time for him,” you whispered then sniffled. Chris sighed with a sympathetic smile, pressing his lips to your hair once more. “You know I had a dream- well, it was more of a nightmare now that I think of it.” Chris drew back so he could look at you while you spoke. “I was on the set of the movie and Jack came to look for me and I ignored him.” You said and Chris chuckled softly. “It’s not funny, Chris.” You scolded with narrowed eyes. “I ignored our son. I clearly can’t handle two big jobs at once, I should just- I should just sell the script, let them do what they want with it and focus on this. On Jack, on being a mom.”

“Okay, let’s analyze this-” Chris was trying not to find too much amusement in your irrationality, “nightmare of yours. My first question is how did our four month old get on your set? Not only do you not have a location yet, Jack can’t even walk let alone drive a motorized vehicle to get to you.” You shot him a deadpan expression and he smiled. “If he were going to your set, I would’ve had to take him and like you’d be able to ignore your celebrity crush.”

“Will you stop making a joke out of everything?”

“I will if you will,” he retorted with a nonchalant shrug. “‘Cause clearly this is a joke. You can’t possibly be considering giving up your dream job to be a stay-at-home mom. You are going to get creative say, Y/N. You’re not just writing the script, the director is going to turn to you for your point of view. You are going to be able to tell a story, touch people with your writing. That’s- that’s the dream, I’m not going to let you give it up over a stupid nightmare which would never happen in the first place.”

“Maybe I’ve changed my mind, maybe Jack’s-”

“Baby-” he huffed then let out a weary laugh. “You and I both know this has nothing to do with Jack. You’re worried about the job because that is what you do, you worry. You’ve been worried about it since you got it, you’ve just been distracted enough to not deal with it. But now you have to which is why you had that nightmare, your subconscious knows and is coming up with an excuse for you not to do it.”

“You’re wrong,” you bit as your eyes welled with tears.

“The tears in your eyes say otherwise,” he cupped your face in his hands, thumbs brushed your tears away before they could roll down your cheek. “I know you’re scared, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t do it. Jack, Dodger, and I- we want you to do this. This is a dream come true for you, I don’t care how scared you are- you have to do it because I can’t have you regret this for the rest of your life.”

You sighed, bringing Jack towards you for a hug; one that was more for you than him. Chris managed a small smile as his arms enfolded you and Jack. Chris was right. You may have been worried about not having time for Jack, but it was also as an excuse not to chase after your dreams. It was an unbelievable excuse anyway, you may have loved being a mom now but it was never something you strived for. Those who knew you knew that, and while they would’ve respected your decision, they would’ve also berated you for being an idiot. And you were being an idiot, you could do both jobs at once because you had Chris. It would’ve been insulting to not just yourself, but him too if you gave up your dream job to be a stay-at-home mom. It would’ve also driven you insane, perhaps even to post-partum which you’d successfully avoided so far. Chris was right, you had to do this even if you were terrified of screwing up. After all, the biggest screw up would’ve been to not do it at all.

“You’re going to nail it,” Chris assured you as he pulled away. “You were made for this, Y/N. This was what you were destined to do, we both know that. All those times where you’d talk my ear off, painting a picture for me with your words and your visions- you have the capacity to do this. This is just the beginning for you, you are going to go on to do amazing things. I told you that when I took you to Dolby and I meant it. So if I believe in you, can you please believe in yourself?”

“Myself, no. But you,” you swallowed then nodded. “You, I’ll believe. If you say I can do this, I can do this. I can do this,” you nodded along with Chris. The breath you’d been holding in was slowly exhaled as you realized Jack from your hug, sitting him back down on your lap. He grinned toothlessly at you and Chris, tiny hands grabbing at your grey t-shirt. Looking at Jack reminded you of how badly you freaked out when you were pregnant, and again when you were in labor. Thinking about those times reminded you of all the other times your overthinking freaked yourself out. You looked up at Chris and managed a smile when you saw him smiling at you. “You must be sick of this by now,” you chuckled with limited humor.

“Sick of what?”

“How often I do this,” you answered. “Overthink, freak out, and doubt everything.”

“If you didn’t do that once in a while, you wouldn’t be the girl I fell in-love with. And I couldn’t possibly judge you when I’m the same.” He reminded you, nudging you playfully and drawing a smile onto your face. “And no, I’m not sick of this nor will I ever be. When you overthink and freak out and doubt everything, it reminds me of the kind of person you are. You’re caring and humble and well-prepared and…” He trailed off, his eyes narrowed slightly as he thought back to your other freak outs. “And I’m really sorry I said this isn’t about Jack, I know not having time for him is something you’re genuinely worried about.” You nodded, letting Jack wrapped his hand around your finger. “You are going to have time for him, Y/N. I promise you’re not going to miss out on anything, not his first word or his first step- nothing, because I am going to make sure of it.”

“I don’t think I tell you I love you enough.”

“You had a human for me,” he leaned over and kissed the top of Jack’s head, smiling at you.  You smiled back, placing one hand on his knee. “Message received, sweetheart. Now come on,” he took Jack from you and rose to his feet. With Jack secured in one arm, he grabbed your hand with the other and pulled you to your feet. “You need your sleep. It’s your first day, you want to be bright eyed and bushy tail when you go in.”

“Will you text me photo updates while I’m at work?”

“Of course I will,” he smiled. “I’ll send you photos of us waiting with our half a heart best friend necklaces, waiting to join our halves with yours.” You rolled your eyes, trying hard not to laugh. “We should get one of those four piece necklaces so you don’t have to have three halves to wear.” When he said that, you couldn’t contain your laughter anymore; the necklaces didn’t even exist. “What,” he chuckled, “I’m just being considerate.”

“I think you need your sleep too, Evans.”

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Part 3

Kings and queens.

Summary: You get injured on a run but Daryl saved you and admits his feelings.
Warnings: Swearing, violence, fluff.

You sat in the car with Daryl and you couldn’t help but glance at him every 5 seconds. You thought he was ridiculously handsome and your eyes were just drawn to him. He didn’t make it obvious but he could feel your eyes on him, it made him nervous. He didn’t know what was going through your mind, what if you were judging him? He wanted to impress you but he didn’t know how so he just kept his eyes on the road and pretended to be oblivious to the eyes burning into him. You met Daryl and the group at the prison but you were never close to Daryl, now in Alexandria you’d like to say you could call him a good friend, even though you wanted more. You pulled up outside the pharmacy and got prepared.

“Ya ready?” He asked as he stood at the door. You nodded and he banged on the glass to alert any walkers inside, there were only 3 so it didn’t take long to take care of them. You went inside and started to take what you needed, stuffing it into your bag. You picked up a few boxes of condoms and Daryl raised his eyebrow at you.
“Somethin’ yer not tellin’ me?” He smirked and playfully nudged your shoulder.
“I wish! They’re for Rick and Michonne. We aren’t all lucky enough to be getting some in the apocalypse.” You chuckled as you continued to put supplies in the bag. He shook his head and laughed at you.
“I’m gonna take these to the car.” You smiled at him as you left the pharmacy, he replied in typical Daryl style with a grunt and nod. You put your bag in the back seat when you suddenly felt someone roughly grab a fist full of hair, yanking your head back, you felt the cool metal of a blade being pushed to your throat.

“Make a noise and your dead.” You heard a deep voice behind you. You whimpered slightly from the fear and also pain of your hair being pulled so hard. Your heart started hammering in your chest and tears started to slide down your cheeks, you didn’t know what to do.
“Lets wait for your friend shall we?” The asshole smirked as he moved you so you were both facing the pharmacy door, next to the car. Daryl walked out casually and when he saw you he stopped in his tracks, suddenly aiming the bow at the man. He saw your lip tremble and he could see how scared you were, it made him feel sick.
“Let her go!” Daryl roared, the anger in his voice was like fire but it also held panic at the thought of you being murdered by this prick. The guy just laughed at him and pulled your hair tighter whilst pushing the blade harder on your throat, causing a small trickle of blood. You couldn’t help it and you let out a choked sob, your whole body was shaking. Daryl was panicking, his eyes darting from you to the man. There was no way he could get a clear shot of him without hitting you, so he slowly took his backpack off.

“Let her go first.” He demanded, his eyes held such ferociousness you were surprised that laser beams didn’t start shooting out of them. He was trembling slightly, just about keeping it together. His jaw was clenched tightly and his breathing was ragged, he wanted nothing more than to jump on this guy and beat the holy hell out of him for just breathing the same air as you, but he couldn’t.
“And how will I know you won’t shoot me?” He sneered, yanking your head for dramatic effect and making you yelp. Daryl didn’t like it one bit but he didn’t know what else to do, so he threw the bag to the man.
“Alright. I’m taking the car.” He laughed, he used you as a human shield as he got in the car, then just before letting you go, he stabbed you in the side as a distraction so he could drive away without being followed. You cried out as the blade pierced your flesh, the pain was horrific.

“Y/n!” Daryl yelled as he ran to you as the car sped off. You collapsed on the floor shaking, clutching your wound. Daryl grabbed a rag from his pocket and pushed it onto your wound, you could see his hands trembling.
“We gotta get ya back alright? Im gon’ have to carry ya cos we gotta walk.” He soothed, his voice cracking slightly. Your eyes started to close, your body felt weak, you were losing blood fast.
“No, no, no! Y/n! Ya gotta stay awake darlin’, please?” He cried as he grabbed your face to get you to look at him. He was struggling to contain his tears as the realisation of possibly losing you hit him hard. He couldn’t lose you, not now, he needed you.
“I’m…so tired Daryl.” You whispered as you struggled to stay conscious.
“I know sweetheart but ya gotta fight it ok? I need ya to stay with me.” He said softly as he ripped a piece off your shirt and tied it around you to hold the rag in place.
“Am I…am I gonna die?” You asked sadly as your lip trembled slightly.
“Nah, not a chance y/n. Ya ain’t goin’ nowhere ya hear? I’m gon’ lift ya now darlin’ and its gon’ hurt like a bitch, but we need to get ya back.” You cried out as he lifted you, the pain getting worse. You couldn’t control the small sobs as the pain took over and you cried into Daryls warm chest.
“I’m sorry sweetheart, I know it hurts.” He said with a shaky voice. He couldn’t run without causing you too much pain so he sped walked as fast as he could. He tried to stay calm but inside he was freaking out, the chance of you dying was very real and it was killing him.
“Just leave me Daryl, I’m not gonna make it.” You whispered. You were getting weaker by the second and it was getting harder to stay awake.
“No! Ya gon’ be fine! Stop sayin’ shit like that! We’re gon’ get back and get ya patched up, everythin’s gon’ be fine. I’m gon’ look after ya and treat ya like a fuckin’ queen cos ya deserve it. And ya ain’t goin’ outside those fuckin’ walls ever again.” He commanded as he looked down at you.
“A queen?” You asked amused, trying to ignore the pain.
“Yeah, a fuckin’ queen. Yer amazin’ y/n, I love everythin’ about ya, from the hair on yer pretty head, down to yer soft lil toes. I ain’t ever felt like this before, I didn’t even know what the fuck was goin’ on at first. The things ya make me feel, ya only have to smile and my insides turn to mush. Ya makin’ me soft woman. Ya deserve the world…fuck, ya deserve more. And I ain’t got nothin’ to offer ya, so I never said anythin’, but fuck it. I’m in love with ya y/n, and ya ain’t gon’ die cos I won’t let it happen.” He admitted sternly, avoiding your gaze in fear of rejection. You were silent for a moment, taking in what he had said, the pain in your side suddenly not as bad. Daryl glanced down at you, silently freaking out that he said too much.
“You…You love me?” You asked in disbelief with a slight smile on your face.

“Yeah, every lil bit of ya.” He chuckled slightly.
“I love you too Daryl. I honestly didn’t think you felt the same.” You admitted shyly.
“I’d be a fool not to.” He smiled looking at you, your words had lifted him greatly. You loved him, he was actually lucky enough to have someone as amazing as you that loved him. All the years of being made to feel worthless and unlovable were erased in an instant at your words. You groaned in pain as it started to hurt more again just as you got to the gates of Alexandria. Your eyes started to close again and you couldn’t control it.
“Wake up sweetheart, ‘member what I said, ya gotta stay awake!” He panicked as he looked at you, but his words fell on deaf ears as your eyes rolled to the back of your head and the world went black.

Your eyes fluttered open and adjusted to the light, you soon realised you weren’t dead because your side was hurting like a bitch. You looked to your side and saw Daryl sleeping in the chair, you were in the infirmary. You’d been patched up and had no idea how long you had been out. You tried to sit up and moaned in pain as you did, the stitches were pulling. Daryls eyes shot open and he flew towards you.
“Thank fuck yer awake!” He cried as he sat on the bed and grabbed your hand, clutching it like his life depended on it.
“How long was I out?” You asked as you tiredly rubbed your eyes. He smiled at you, thinking you looked adorable.
“Just one day, but I was startin’ to worry I wasn’t gon’ see those pretty eyes again darlin’.” He admitted as he stroked small circles into the palm of your hand. You smiled at his words and blushed as you remembered his confession on the way back. You bit your lip and with your free and hand you cupped his cheek, stroking it lovingly with your thumb. He sighed contently and leant into your soft hand, the feel of your skin setting his ablaze.

“Come here.” You smiled, trying to pull him closer. He leant in and his lips caressed yours in tender but loving kiss. You could feel his raw emotion in the kiss, the love, the pain from nearly losing you, it was all there. You broke apart and he rested his head on yours as you both smiled at each other like a pair of love struck teenagers.
“I love ya Queen y/n. ” He smirked, making you chuckle.
“I love you too King Daryl.” You smiled as he laced his fingers with yours.
You couldn’t help but be a little grateful at the fact you got stabbed because you knew that Daryl probably wouldn’t have revealed his feelings otherwise. As you stared into his beautiful blue eyes you felt excited for the future. For the first time in a while, you finally felt hope.

Imagine; Sam falling into depression after you leave him, though things take an un expecting twist Sam and Dean never thought would happen.

Word Count; 3,118

Warnings; Depression, Angst, Swearing

Pairing; Sam x Reader, Sam x Dean, (a little of dean x reader)

A/N; Hey I haven’t made a long imagine in a long time but if anyone ever reads any of my short ones and wants a longer version of it please feel free to let me know or have an request. I don’t mind writing long imagines I love it I just felt like my imagines have gone downhill because ran out of ideas. Anyways I had a lot of fun writing this imagine because have been through it, so just kind of taking my experience and all that and putting it in here if that makes sense. Hope you enjoy the imagine, feel free to send in feedback or requests! Sorry if messed up on any parts worked on this for two hours and its midnight but really wanted to post it, so here you guys go! J


“I can’t keep going on like this… We’re through, Sam.” You said with force, looking into your now ex boyfriends eyes. You and Sam have been together for almost a year and a half now, but that was all gone today. You loved Sam with all your heart, but you need to get away. You couldn’t stand the thought of loosing Sam, or his brother who is your best friend Dean either. You didn’t plan on getting so attached, after all the people you have lost over the hunting years you learned not to get attached because all it does is caused pain, but oh god how those brothers have ruined that for you.

“W-what are you talking about cupcake-“ You cut him off, not wanting to hear that sweet nickname that made your heart warm, the nickname that would give you tons of butterflies for hours. “Stop, don’t call me that.” It broke your heart to say that, to act this cruel to the man you love but you had to do what you had to do, you always have. You could see the brokenness in his eyes, the tears swell up in those beautiful hazel eyes you used to drown in.

“Y/N, this isn’t you.. the real y/n would never hurt me like this..not after everything we’ve been through.” He sat down on the couch, placing both of his elbows on his knees and resting his head in his palms. You could hear the shivers in his breath trying to hold back the tears. It took everything in you not to sit down with him and comfort him, singing sweet songs you two both loved to listen to.

“This is me, we can’t do this Sam.” “Why not? After all this time, why now?” “Because I don’t love you anymore.” Those six words you thought you’d never have to say, especially to him. He didn’t say a word, he just looked at you with shock, like you were possessed by an evil bastard but he knew..this was the end. “I’ll pack my things, goodbye Sam.” Those were the last words you said to him. You walked down the hall into what used to be your room and packed everything you could. Your shirts, jeans, pajamas, shower items, tooth brush/paste, hair brush, old photos or items you’ve saved all your life. You were looking through your drawer than came across a photo with a date written on the back, March 15th, 2014. The date that you and Sam started dating. You two were at a park, Dean was out for the day working on the impala with Bobby because it was broken down while Sam decided to call you up for a “hangout”. The hangout ended up being at the park, and it wasn’t just a hangout.. It was one of the best days of your life, probably the top best. He pulled out your favorite flowers that was hiding behind him, gave them to you and asked you to be his, of course you said yes and that’s how it all started.

You started to notice wet stains on the photo from your tears, not even noticing you were crying till after. You two looked so happy in the photo, like you haven’t killed a vampire the day before. He was wearing his brown jacket, while you had on a mini brown jacket that looked like his only more girly that he gave you. You stuffed the photo in your bag after crushing it up into a ball, knowing you should’ve burned it or something but you had no time and had to leave before Dean came home, not wanting to see the furious look in his eyes when you tell him you broke his brother’s heart.

*A week later*

*Sam and Dean’s POV*

“Sam come on, you haven’t been out of bed in a week since y/n left, get up and get some air.” Dean demanded his brother, looking at him with a strong look, trying to hide all the worry he has for him. Sam didn’t reply, he just laid there like a rock, just like all he has been doing ever since that day you left. “And for gods sake man, shave that beard you’re starting to look like Jesus Christ.” he joked, trying to at least get a small smirk out of him but as he expected, nothing.

“Fine, lay like a brick. It’s not going to bring y/n back” even those harsh words didn’t bring any words out of Sam. He looked at him with sadness, then shook his head, realizing he was true but that was the reason why he didn’t want to do anything, because you’re not coming back.

*Two Weeks After Breakup*

“Heya Sammy I got some beer, and I got some pie wanna have a movie night? Maybe watch one of your nerdy movies what’s it called.. Doctor Where? What? Who? When? Oh its who, I think?” Sam wanted to correct him so bad, but he couldn’t find the words to come out. He just looked at him with a confused look, than looked back down and sighed. “Come on Sammy, you still got me right? You know I ain’t going anywhere, I’m going to be stuck up your ass forever.” He laughed, trying to joke around with the broken brother. Dean has always looked out for his little brother, ever since they were kids, and he always will until the end of time.

*A Month After Breakup*

“Alright Sam, it’s been a month and you’ve barley showered, barley shaved, barley moved, eat, drinked anything but whiskey till you’re shitfaced out of it, hell I think I can see your fucking ribs.” Dean said with anger, standing in front of his brother who’s laying in his bed, hair as messy as a birds nest, and beard so long he could braid it. “You haven’t been on a hunt since she left, hell you haven’t left either your room, or the couch since she left. Are you just gonna lay around, rot and die because a girl left you? Come on, people go through breakups all the time. Hell you’ve been through loosing Jess and did ok, are you seriously gonna lose it after losing one girl-“ and that’s what it finally took to set Sam off, make him actually feel something again but what he felt wasn’t relief, or feeling of being “okay”.. It was anger.

He ran up and pushed his older brother against the bed room wall, knocking a photo down while at it. He forced his left arm on his brothers neck tightly, making him loose his breath but not enough to kill him, just cause him to shut up. “Don’t talk about Jess, don’t talk about y/n and don’t tell me to get over it. I lost the girl of my dreams, the girl I loved and you want to know why? Because she didn’t love me anymore.  I gave her my all, I gave her all my heart, and she tore it and smashed it on the ground, right in front of me. So don’t tell me to get over it, I have every fucking right to be broken hearted. Just because you can easily push the pain down and move on like everything’s okay without a care in the world, doesn’t mean it’s easy for me too. I loved her, man. But she didn’t love me back. “ he let go of his brother, and walked back to the bed. He laid back down, facing his back to his brother and wrapping himself in his blankets that he hasn’t washed for a month.

Dean left, closing the door quietly but stopping on his way out. He turned around and looked at his brother, with tears welling up in his eyes. “She might’ve left you, but I never did.” He said with a broken tone in his voice, then finally shutting the door and leaving Sam by himself.

*Few Weeks After Fight*

“Hey Sammy?” Dean asked softly, slowly opening Sams bedroom door. Sam turned around slightly, but only enough for Dean to see half of his face. “I’m going out for a beer, want anything while I’m gone?” “W-whiskey.. please..” he slurred, laying his head back down. Dean sighed loudly, so loud he didn’t even hear his heart break after hearing and seeing his brother like this. This wasn’t even Sam, the Sam he knew anyways.


“Just a shot, please.” Dean asked the bartender politely, sitting on the bar stool and folding his hands together, thinking about everything. He was sitting there, taking shots but trying to be careful knowing he had to drive home after. He was sitting alone, staring at his folded hands until a voice from behind caught his attention. “Dean? Dean Winchester?” the voice asked, and he knew exactly who it was… Y/N.

He turned around, not expecting what to see, but you looked the same.. well not the complete same. You had bags under your eyes as if you haven’t slept in months, your eyes were a darker color then what they used to be, and your hair was shorter. “Y/N?” she took a seat next to the older brother, asking for a shot. She got her shot, took it the pushed the glass away. “How time no talk, huh?” Dean asked sarcastically, knowing this was going to lead to an argument but he didn’t care, he wasn’t going to act like nothing was wrong, like what she did to his baby brother was okay, like she was forgiven.

“Look Dean you have every right to be upset-“ he cut her off. “Damn right I do, you fucking wrecked my brother. My brother who loved you more than himself, my brother who still loves you even after you ripped his fucking heart out of his chest.” Y/N didn’t reply and just sighed, looking down at her hands and sighed, knowing how right he was. It was quiet for awhile, you two didn’t say a word until You finally broke it, time for the honest truth.

“I left because I was scared to lose him…and you. You guys were the only family I have, if you two died, or left I think I’d die too. I love Sammy with all my heart, I never stopped. I was just to much of a jerk to come up to my fear, so I lied.” Dean looked at you deeply, taking in every word you said to heart, and the truth was.. he believes you. It explains the bags under your eyes, the darker color.. It explains everything.

“Well sweetheart I appreciate the kind words about my brother, and I believe every word you say but you gotta’ hurry if you don’t want to see him die, because we’re losing him slowly, I can see it and by how he looks so far, we don’t got much time left.” Before you could even reply you stood up quickly, paid for your and dean’s drinks not even caring and just throwing it on the table, than ran to the impala with him. You threw open the passenger door while Dean got in the drivers side, started the car and before you knew it you were off.


“Go, he’s in his room. You remember where it is, right?” Dean asked, passing you the keys to the bunker. “Of course” You replied, taking the keys and running to the door while Dean followed from behind. You opened up the door and walked in, taking in the smell of your old home.. beer and pie, your favorite. You took a huge deep breath in, embracing the smell than looked around, noticed nothing has changed. You walked down the hall to the first bedroom door that lead to Sam’s room, taking a deep breath before walking in but feeling a light hand place on your shoulder before you went in. “Take it easy on my baby brother, he’s taking it rough.” He reminded you, giving you a soft smirk and a nod, then turned around and walked down to his room down the hall.

You placed your hand on the cold door knob, taking in all the nervous butterflies in your stomach and preparing for the worst, not knowing what’s going to happen at all. This could either go amazing, or horrible. You opened the door slowly, and the view you saw in his bed room broke your heart. There was whiskey, beer, and liquor covering his whole bedroom floor, so much you couldn’t see anything but it on the floor. His hair looked like he hasn’t brushed it in months, and his beard was so grown out. His room smelled terrible, and there was things thrown around everywhere. Clothes were all over the floor, the mirror that was on top of his dresser was smashed, there was a broken chair, and stains on the walls you’ll guess from him throwing bottles of his drinks at it.

You were surprised when you saw him sitting on the floor, his back against the bed. He must’ve been to weak to walk over to the door. He looked up slowly, his eyes were so dark and had dark circles around them. His face was sunken in and his lips were pale. He’s lost so much weight, and he doesn’t even look like himself anymore. “’s me, y/n.” you said quietly, reaching out your hand to him. He looked at your hand with a confused look, looked up at you than looked down at the floor. “N-No..It c-can’t b-be you..” he stuttered from tiredness, or maybe he was to drunk to speak. “she said she didn’t love m-me anymore.. y-you’re not h-her..” those words broke your heart, god you should’ve said something else other than that. You should’ve been honest, but instead you lied.. and you wrecked him.

“It’s me Sammy, it’s really me.” He looked up at you with love, but sadness in his eyes. “Cupcake…? Is it really you..?” he asked, terrified for the response. “It’s me sweetheart, it’s me.” You said shakily, wanting to just jump into his arms and hug him for days, weeks.. hell maybe months. “W-what are you doing here?” “I needed to talk to you about something, can I sit?” “Y-yeah of course, excuse the mess.. II’m a little messy.” He laughed quietly, brushing the bottles away to make room for you to sit next to him. “Thanks” “So you wanted to talk?” “Yeah.. I haven’t been completely honest..” everything seemed to lighten up until you said those few words, his eyes looked sad again and he looked down. You placed your thumb underneath his chin and lifted his head up too look at you, giving him a soft “it’s okay” smirk. “I do still love you, hell I never stopped. The reason why I left was cause i’m scared to lose you, and dean. You two are the only real family I had, and to add onto it I love you more than anything. I couldn’t just stand by and know something could happen one day,  I didn’t want to wake up to Dean telling me you died, or you doing the same for him. I wouldn’t be able to handle it. So I left, but god I want to come back. That was the biggest mistake I ever made, leaving you and Dean.. and I am so so sorry.”

It took him a few minutes to reply, You weren’t sure if he was angry, or relieved. But then all of a sudden you felt a warmth you haven’t felt in so long, a warmth you’ve missed.. his lips on yours. He placed his hand on your neck, catching you by surprise and kissed you with so much passion. He kissed you like he never kissed you before, and it felt wonderful, it felt right. After a minute or two of kissing, enjoying each others lips being on eachothers but sadly we had to pull away to breath.

“You know, that was very selfish of you. Everybody is going to die someday.. You, me, and Dean.. but that doesn’t mean you should run away from it. You can’t play god and keep us alive forever.” You felt guilty, he was right, so right and it was terrible. You looked away, ashamed to look him in the eyes knowing how much pain you put him through, just because you were being stupid and not thinking about anyone but yourself. He pulled you out of your thoughts once he started talking again, catching your attention.

“But that doesn’t mean I won’t forgive you. I have waited so long for you to come back because I knew that couldn’t be the end, there was no way. Cupcake we have a love so strong it’s gonna take more than a little fight to break it. I love you Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N and I’m going to be with you till the end of time, that’s if you’ll take me back?” he asks, taking your hand in his and rubbing it softly with his thumb, his hands were as cold as ice.

“Of course I will.” You said giving him a huge smile, and he gave you one back. You could tell that was the first time he smiled in a long, long time. His eyes crinkled at the sides and his smile was so bright it could light up a dark room. You pulled him in for a kiss, feeling him smile against your lips. He bit your lip softly and pulled away, knowing that was your weakness. You moaned softly than laughed, laying your index finger on his lips.

“Hey Sammy? Not until you shave that beard” giving him a wink.


Imagine doing the long distance thing with Chris.

You sat on the set of your new movie waiting for your boyfriend to pick up your FaceTime call. You had to cancel your daily Skype session yesterday because the filming had taken longer than expected, therefore clashing with the set time you and Chris had decided on; 10:30AM Boston time. By the time you wrapped, Chris had somewhere to get to and couldn’t make the call. So here you were, making up for lost time seeing as you weren’t due for your next scene for about an hour.

“Bonjour Captain.” You greeted Chris when his face popped up on your screen. “Est-ce que je vous dérange?” You giggled softly at his bedhead and wondered if he only just got out of bed; the shirt he had on should’ve been a giveaway that he’d been up for hours and just didn’t brush his hair; he slept without a shirt most of the time and wouldn’t bother with one until he was ready to seize the day.

“Just because you’re in Paris doesn’t mean I too suddenly understand French.”

“I said,” you chuckled softly, “am I disturbing you? ‘Cause you look like you just rolled out of bed. I know you might be depressed 'cause I’m not around to put a smile on your face but come on, Cap. It’s two thirty where you are,” you teased.

“I’ve been up for hours, thank you very much.” He quipped and you laughed then covered your mouth when you heard a crew member shush you. “Did you just get shushed?” His voice softened into a whisper, afraid he’d cause you to get another shush.

“Yeah, I did,” you chuckled softly. “The things I’m willing to go through for you.”

“Like I haven’t been shushed because of you,” he laughed. “They more than shushed me the last time you visited the set,” he reminded you and you bit the inside of your cheek to stop from bursting into laughter. “By the way, you’re not allow on set while I’m working anymore.”

“Please,” you rolled your eyes. “Kevin loves me, so does Joss and the Russo brothers. As long as they are involved with Marvel, which is now until the end of time, I’m always going to be allowed the set.” You said and he chuckled, nodding in agreement.

“I miss you,” you told him.

“Tell me something new,” he smiled.

You’d been away from him for two months now, and you had another four before you could fly home to him. You were excited to spend time him, definitely. You couldn’t wait to sleep beside him and wake up to him kissing you; you were pining for those late night conversations in the kitchen while the two of you shared a pint of cookie dough ice-cream; you were ready for the morning walks you two would take with Dodger; you were even craving those Sunday afternoons where you’d pretend to enjoy the football game though he knew you hated it.

You were excited, yes, but there was that part of you that was dreading all of that. You knew a week after you returned, it was going to be his turn to leave for his job; the latest Marvel movie, 'Avengers: Infinity War Part 1’, and that was going to be six months of you being in the comfort of your shared home and him calling you from his sets, trailers, and hotel rooms. You were dreading spending time with him because you knew from experience that having even a second with him made it harder for you, just like it was incredibly hard for him when you left two months ago after the two of you had four work-free months together.

Long distance was something you two- after decades of being in the industry and three years of dating- were used to by now but that didn’t mean it was easier. There were days where- even just thinking about it- broke your heart; the loneliness and the isolation. There were nights where you’d call sobbing and he’d just let you cry into the phone until you fell asleep, and vice versa when he had a particularly bad day. There were the missed birthdays, anniversaries, and holidays that both of you would have given anything up to relive but this time, as a couple. Then there were the red carpets and A-Lister events you two have had to walk alone or attend solo because the other were caught up somewhere on the other side of the world; it usually led to exclusive stories claiming it was over and you or Chris had move on with another actor or actress you were seen with at said party or event.

You could still remember the fiasco with the very taken Sebastian Stan after you were seen together at a New York fashion show. His girlfriend, Margarita- a good friend of yours, found it hilarious. The two of you even joked at the double date dinner that perhaps swapping seats would change the headliner to 'Captain America and The Winter Soldier, sharing more than just a shield’; you had all laughed at that.

Long distance was always going to be difficult. Anyone who had ever done it had told you that, but they’d also told you that if the person was the right one- it was going to worth it, and with Chris, it was. Both of you were sure after the first date that the other was the one you could see the rest of your life with, and a promise was made that you’d persevere no matter how hard it got.

“How’s the movie going?” He changed the subject because he knew you’d start tearing up if you two got too in depth about the subject of missing each other. “I’m excited to see it, I can tell you’re going to beautiful already. Look at you,” he teased, “my pants are getting a little tight.”

“You’re an idiot,” you chuckled softly.

“Your idiot,” he reminded you and you smiled. “Anyway, how was the production meeting yesterday? Did you finally get a premiere date? Is it…” He trailed off with a hopeful gleam in his eyes which quickly faltered when you shook your head.

“It’s in the beginning of April so you’re most likely still going to be filming.” You told him with a small smile; you saw his head drop and heard a sigh. “It’s okay, babe. This makes us even then,” you tried to lighten the mood with a joke. “'Cause when your premiere comes around, I’m going to be stuck filming my next movie.”

“I don’t like how you’re in such high demand,” he pouted.

“I don’t like how you’re in such high demand either,” you retorted with a similar pout.

“Maybe we should quit,” he suggest with a small quirk of his lips; he was joking of course, he loved his job as much as you did. “We’ve got enough money to last us if we live simply. We could sell everything and hit the road with a truck and a caravan,” he said and you chuckled; it had been an idea sitting in the back of his mind since he went on Anna’s podcast. “I think it’d be nice to catch a break from Hollywood, don’t you?”

“I think you’d be bored if you didn’t get to put on your Cap costume,” you told him and he chuckled. “Just like I’d be bored if I didn’t get to be someone other than myself. I know you’re sick of long distance, baby. I am too but- we love what we do as much as we love each other. Giving one up to do the other easily when we can do both with a little work is lazy and stupid,” you quipped.

“I know,” he chuckled. “Forget I asked.”

You heard Dodger’s bark and you felt your smile grow.

“I guess he heard your voice,” Chris chuckled and descended to his knees so Dodger could be in the picture. “Look, buddy.” Dodger’s tail wagged excitedly. “Who’s that? Who’s that?” He pointed at the screen and you smiled, giving the puppy a small wave. “It’s Y/N, isn’t it?”

“Hi buddy, hey Dodge.” You cooed into the microphone and he barked. “I’ve missed you too, bud.” Your gaze fell back on your boyfriend who was happily patting his puppy and you felt tears well in your eyes. “I’ve really missed you too.” Both you and Chris heard your voice quiver; he turned to you with narrowed eyes and you cleared your throat. “I’m fine,” you assured him, smiling.

“Are you?” He sent Dodge away and got back onto his feet. “You look like you’re about to break and we can’t have that while you’re still working.” You took a slow, deep breath and turned away from the screen. “You need to stay professional, okay? Y/N, hey. Look at me, sweetheart.”

“I can’t,” you shook your head.

“Then hang up,” he instructed. “Hang up and call me later.”

“No,” your head snapped back to the screen. “I already missed yesterday’s call, I’m not going to cut today’s one short. I still have a while until my next scene so- let’s talk. I’m fine, okay?” You assured him and smiled despite how much you wanted to cry. “What have you been doing? What did you do yesterday?”

“Nothing unusual,” he answered. “I spent the day with the kids at the playground then took them for a little too much ice-cream.” He said then chuckled when you shook your head. “Yeah, I can’t take them for ice-cream by myself anymore.”

“How are the kids?”

“Excited for you to get back,” he told you with a smile. “I know one particular kid who would give anything to have you back right now.” He referred to himself then pressed his lips together when he realized he was doing the opposite of distracting you from missing him. “Sorry,” he winced.

“Don’t be,” you chuckled softly.

“Hey, um-” His gaze darted away from the camera for a moment and you narrowed your eyes at his sudden fidgety movements. “I have to go,” he told you and you felt your frown deepened. “I forgot I had something to catch and um-” He looked back at you and smiled. “I’ll talk to you soon, okay? Real soon, I promise.”


He hung up on you before you could finished and you huffed, a little annoyed with his abrupt goodbye but mostly sad. You let your annoyance and anger fade when you deduced that he probably had a meeting and forgot to budget his time again. You pulled up your Twitter app and tweeted some of your fans while you waited to be called on. You heaved a sigh when you saw the time; 8:36PM. Filming was supposed to last another four hours so you were in for a long, long night. But hey, at least you could sleep in until ten tomorrow morning.
• • • • • • • •
The sun poked through your curtain and you felt the warmth of its rays on your face. You hummed and turned away from the window to face the inside of your fairly empty king size bed. Your eyes fluttered open for a brief second and a blood curling scream escaped your lips when you realized you weren’t as alone as you thought.

“Fuck!” The bearded blue eyed plaid wearing man jerked back and nearly fell off the bed. It took you less than a second to realize it was just Chris, your dork of a boyfriend; you quickly caught his arm and pulled him back in. “Holy shit,” he grabbed his chest where his rapidly beating heart was. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

“Me?!” You scoffed and laughed at the same time. “You’re the one who broke into my hotel room and climbed into bed with me! I thought I was about to get murdered by some crazy lumberjack.” You said and laughed harder when you saw him pressed his lips tightly, feigning annoyance. “Oh you know I love you in plaid,” you cooed and wrapped an arm around his neck.

“I know,” he chuckled, pulling your body closer to his. “I’ve missed this.” He whispered, holding you tightly against him and pressed his lips to your neck; you giggled as his beard tickled your skin. “This definitely made the nine hours of travel time worth it.”

“You travelled nine hours to come see little old me?” You pulled your head back so you could look him in the eye; he nodded with a wide smile. “How long have you had this planned?” You asked and his smile turned smug.

“Since Monday.” He informed you and you shook your head, slightly amazed he managed to keep it a secret for six days; he could never keep anything from you for more than an hour. “I could tell you were going to break sometime this week and I wanted to be by your side to hold you when it happened. It was hard, babe. I wanted to tell you the second I bought the tickets,” he admitted and you both chuckled.

“Chris, thank you for coming out.” You felt the tears prick your eyes. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” You told him and he smiled. “Honestly after you hung up on me yesterday,” you poked his cheek and he chuckled. “I nearly broke, but I didn’t 'cause I remained professional. But I’m glad you’re here now 'cause I was definitely going to have a sob in the bath tonight if you didn’t show up.”

“We can still have the bath,” he suggested flirtatiously and you giggled. “But you’re definitely going to be too preoccupied to have that sob.”

“I love you,” you told him.

“I love you too,” he smiled and kissed you.

Idk if I’m doing this right. 

This is for my queen @notnaturalanahi who is 1/3 of our legendary trio along with myself and @whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname . This is for my Nini’s 600 Celebration-Gif/Pic Angstification

So, this ended up being basically all smut with a weird ass ending. I don’t know where it came from, but it happened. Hope u like it. 

Guess Not

“How the fuck are you so pretty?”

The words flew out of her mouth without even thinking.

She were just staring at Dean, at his beautiful eyes, the gorgeous hair and the stunning scruff.

He was just so perfect. It was annoying though and sometimes she just wanted to smush his face so that it wouldn’t be as pretty.

He chuckled at her, blushing slightly at her words.

He knew he was attractive. No one in the world could deny that. Sometimes, he’d even have a wank in front of the mirror, just to see his own body and face when he came.

Women often called him hot or handsome, but pretty. Never before.

Especially not the way y/n said it.

It was genuine, not meant as a way to get into his pants, but just as a statement. A fact.

He saw her getting red, feeling embarrassed from having admitted her thoughts.

Leaning over, he took her hand in his, y/n looking up at him.

He stared at her himself. She really was stunning.

Her y/h/c hair just perfectly suiting her face, her stunning y/e/c/ eyes. He couldn’t help stare at her huge breasts either. Natural, stunning ones.

“Well thank you y/n. You’re not so bad yourself.”

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Please Don’t (part two)

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So here you go, loves!


“Y/N.” Dean breathed out.

“Dean?” You whispered. ____________________________________

“Y/N, there’s nothing going on here. You can go back to bed. Okay?” Sammy tried to telling her but all she could hear was Dean saying her name.
It just echoed in her mind and it felt as though the whole world just stopped moving and time stood still.

“Y/N-” Sam interrupted by you. “How long, Dean?” You spoke slowly. Dean still had his gorgeous green on you. Filled with pain and regret. “Y/N-” “HOW LONG, DAMMIT!?” You demanded to know. The room sat in silence.

“3 weeks. It’s been 3 weeks.” He finally said what you didn’t want to hear. He broke you.

And you both knew that those pieces can’t be put back the same way. Now. You were to deep in and to far out. Dean could see you slipping through his fingers. The one he loved with every fiber of his being, was now slipping through his fingers. All because of him.

Sam escorted the girl out while you walked back to the room you both shared. Dean watched you walk away only wishing he could run after you and apologize. But nothing would fix this. He broke you.

“Sam, I-I let me explain-” “WHAT CAN YOU POSSIBLY SAY THAT WOULD MAKE ALL THIS BETTER, DEAN?! WHAT?! That you’re sorry-that you didn’t mean it? It didn’t mean anything? What? Tell me.” Sam’s yelling only made Dean flinch. He didn’t know what to say.

“I-I just don’t love her anymore.” He said quietly. Sam looked shocked but he knew his brother all to well. He didn’t mean those words. Not a single god damn one.

“Wow. Really?” “Sam-” “No. Just forget it, Dean. I don’t care.” Dean looked down. Before Sam left the room he turned back to Dean. “You know, Dean. She loved you. And I mean really loved. And we both know that loving and giving herself to you completely was hard for her. Especially after her ex. You screwed her up. She would have taken a bullet for you any day and this is how you repay her? The worse part of it all? You spent years tearing down those walls she had and in a matter of seconds you broke them down. All for what? For the girl? Come on, Dean. You’re so much better than that.” Dean was just sitting there at the table drinking whiskey. Listening to every word Sam said. Because he was right. About all of it.

“All I know is that she loved you with everything she had and you loved her the same. So my question to you, Dean. Was it really all worth it? Hurting her? Because if that’s what you wanted to accomplish. Then congrats. You succeeded.” With that, Sam walked off and shut his door.

Dean sat there with his drink and thoughts.
You hurt her. That’s what you wanted, right? To push her away because you don’t love her. No! That’s not true. I’m completely in love with her. I’d do anything for her. Really? Yeah. Well, according to your last 3 weeks it doesn’t seem that way. You hurt her, Dean. You did. And for what? To get her to notice that you don’t want her here. No, wait that’s not what I wanted! Guess what? That’s what you did. You pushed her away by cheating on her. You lied to her. You messed her up in ways you can’t fix. So there you go. That’s what you wanted. No! No I didn’t want that! Then what? What exactly did you want Dean? I didn’t want to-To what? I just don’t want to hurt her. But you did! Wait, no! Yes, that’s what you did.

“NO!” Dean yelled at his own thoughts. He heard a gasp and looked up to see you standing at the door way. “Hey, baby-” “Don’t call me that.” You said with a stern face that had puffy red yes and tear stains all over your cheeks and shirt. “Sweetheart, listen I-” “Don’t call me that either, Dean.” You didn’t what to hear those words.
“Why?” He sounded so hurt. And it killed you. But he hurt you and it wasn’t fair. Everything hurt and hearing his voice was the worse part. “Because I know for a fact that you called that bitch those words too!” You yelled.
He looked down looking for the right words and that’s when his eyes trailed your body. From head to toe. Bags. His heart stopped and you could see that he noticed your duffel.

“Where are you going?” Panic set in. “Don’t worry about it.” you said. Dean stood up and stared not knowing whether to beg you or to let you leave. “Bab-Y/N wait.”
“This is what you wanted, right? To push me away.” You sniffed looking down. This was it. He either he told you everything and beg for forgiveness. To tell you that he did this to make you leave so you wouldn’t get hurt cause of him. To tell you that he was sorry for being so worthless and stupid.
This was the moment that would either break it or make it.

You both stood in the quietness that lied within the room. “This is what you wanted right?” almost whispering it. Trying to hide the hurt that lied within you.
“Yeah…” he spoke quietly. “Yeah, that’s what I wanted.” Again. Silence. You could feel his eyes on you but you couldn’t see the regret of his words. You had already put your hand on your face wiping the tears and trying to stop them from falling.
Dean had tears trickle down his eyes and onto his cheeks. You couldn’t look at him. It hurt to much.

Without looking at him, you spoke. “O-okay. Yeah I-I’m going.” Dean wanted you to look at him. It took every muscle in his body to not grab your arm and cup your beautiful face in his hands. It took absolutely everything he had to not pull you’re beautiful body into him and beg for your forgiveness. To beg for you to stay. To beg for you to love him again. But you didn’t look up. And it killed him.

It killed you.

You wanted to run up to him and cup his gorgeous jawbone and pull his face down to kiss his beautiful plump lips. The same lips that helped you through the times you felt your heart pound against your chest. The same lips that would kiss you tears away. The same lips that told you he loved you even if he didn’t speak those words. You wanted him to hold you again and whisper his apologies in your ear. You wanted him to stare into you’re eyes and kiss your lips softly as he whispered his love to yous. You wanted him to tell you he loved you and that you were his everything. You wanted him. All of him.

But it was to late. He didn’t want that with you. Thats what broke you. The fact that you gave him everything you had. You trusted him. You cared and loved him with every fucking fiber in your being but he didn’t want it. He didn’t want you. Because he didn’t love you.

He didn’t love you.

Dean wiped his tears from his cheeks, you still not noticing them, and watched all the secrets, self-hate, incesurities. He saw all the pieces he broke off of you to finally open up to him. He saw your heart cracking into thousands of pieces. He saw those walls he broke down. He saw you back to the old you. The old you that he rescued from your asshole of a boyfriend who had beaten you down. Who broke you and made you crawl into a shell.
Now it was him. He was the one who broke you. Even after he had said he would never hurt you. Even after all the promises he made to you and himself that he would always make you love yourself.

He saved you.
He loved you.
He loves you.

But it was too late.
It was all too late.

“Can I ask you something, Dean?” You said half way to the door. Still turned around. He turns his body and faces you. “Yeah.” He whispered. “Was it all a lie? I mean everything b-between us.” He saw you body trembling.
“You were just another one of my hook ups, y/n. Someone who was here when I couldn’t find someone better at a bar.” He sounded stern. God, he hated himself for this.
He couldn’t hear you sobbing. He could hear your heart pounding. “I’m sorry.” You finally spoke.

Never in a million years did you expect him to do this to you. It was exactly what you were afraid of happening getting into a relationship with him. But he made you feel things you’d never felt before. He made you feel alive. He made you feel beautiful. He made you feel wanted. Loved. Cared for. He made you feel incredible.

Now. Now you knew that all these years. All this time he told you were his girl. All this time he told you were everything he loved and more. You knew it was all a lie.

But to Dean it was real. To him you were his everything. But it was too late. You were gone and he couldn’t reach you.

Hearing you apologize had him in tears because you had no fault. You shouldn’t have been apologizing at all. He didn’t deserve you.
This was his punishment. He deserved to be hated by you. You deserved better.

Its been 4 hours since you’d left him alone. His only company was the 7th glass of whiskey he’d had and the stupid voices in his head telling him he fucked up. Even if he already knew.

Ring ring.

He picked up his phone that sat next to the bottle of Jack Daniels.

Your face lit up on his screen. The picture he took when you weren’t looking. It was a side photo. And you were smiling. That god damn smile he loved tasting. And your laugh. Dammit, your laugh was music to his ears. God, he missed you.

He picked up. Hope fled through his body. “Baby, listen-” he was cut off. “Is this Dean Winchester?” Dean sobered up fast. “Yes. Who the hell are you? Where’s y/n?” His heart started to pound against his chest. “Sir, I’m calling in regards of y/n. She’s been in a car accident and the paramedics are taking her to the St. Mary’s hospital.” The man said. “She’s losing blood!” Dean heard in the background.
“We’re losing her!” He heard someone yell as the phone call ended.

Dean’s heart sunk in.

He couldn’t breathe.


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