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Harry, I’m gonna let you in on a little secret. Every day, once a day, give yourself a present. Don’t plan it, don’t wait for it, just let it happen. It could be a new shirt at the men’s store, a cat nap in your office chair, or two cups of good, hot black coffee.

Happy Free Comic Book Day, Whovians! This special edition also marks the first @titancomics appearance of new companion Bill Potts.

Take a spin through the past, present, and future of Doctor Who universe, in the company of the twelfth Doctor and his brand-new companion, Bill! Featuring Bill’s first Titan Comics appearance, this all-new story is an unmissable experience for fans new and old, with plenty of tantalising teases from Doctors past and present, including incredible clues to the year ahead for all of Titan’s Doctor Who series! Keep your Sonic Screwdriver at the ready and unlock a world of adrenaline-fuelled time traveling adventure!

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the skam wlw net presents: the skam girls appreciation week!!!


WHAT IS IT?

a week to appreciate and show our love for all the amazing female characters in skam!! starting from international women’s day (march 8th) and running for 7 days (until march 14th) there will be a new category every day for you to post your creations appreciating the girls of skam, and we will reblog all posts to the @skamwlwnet blog

WHAT CAN I POST?

any original content is accepted!! gifsets, art, edits, headcanons, fics, memes, whatever your heart desires as long as its focused on the skam girls. make sure to tag all your posts with the tag #skamgirlsweek so that we see them! each day will have a new theme, which are as follows:

8th march (international womens day): girls supporting girls

9th march: minor female characters appreciation

10th march: girls loving girls

11th march: strong female role models

12th march: favourite female friendships (pairs)

13th march: girl squads appreciation

14th march: favourite female characters

if you want to participate, you don’t have to post every day and there is no limit to how many posts you can make for each category! these dates will spread across all time zones


please like/reblog this post if you’re participating to help spread the word, and make sure to tag all your posts throughout the week with #skamgirlsweek so the network can see and reblog them. can’t wait to see what you all create!

March 1, 2017

“Happy Birthday, Jen,” you whispered against his neck as he slowly stirred in the dark bedroom of your Vancouver apartment. You kissed his lips slowly as he rolled over on his back, allowing you to slid on top of him, his morning erection pressing at your bare core, already attentive and needy. 

“Hmmmmm,” Jensen moaned against your lips. “A beautiful young woman on top of me. That’s an awesome birthday present to wake up to,” he yawned, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you close to him. 

“Oh it gets better, sweetheart,” you teased as you kissed down your husband’s neck, moving over his bare chest and down the grooves of his abdomen, your nails scrapping his skin lightly until you settled over his erection. 

“God I love this day,” he growled as his eyes meeting yours before he let his head fall back against the pillow, the feel of your tongue sending him into a whole new world of pleasure. 

Suddenly you were thrown back almost ten years, to the birthday that started this little birthday tradition. 

March 1, 2008

“Hey Y/F/N!” Jensen yelled as he crossed the dark room toward you with two drinks in his hand. You had just joined the Supernatural family this season, and it had been a wild one. It was season three and there had been a writer’s strike, so there wasn’t as much time spent filming which left a little more time for play. 

Like celebrating Jensen’s birthday, one of the stars of the show. You had become fast friends with him and his co-star Jared. Jensen was nine years older than you, Jared four and a half, but you were so much like them, being from the south, that you fit right in and three of you became nearly inseparable. The chemistry between the three of you had been incredible from the start. 

You chuckled at him. It was his 30th birthday, and he was already well on his way to being completely and totally sloshed. 

“Hey Jen,” you smiled. “Not exactly taking it easy are we?” you laughed, watching him sway a little as he handed you one of the drinks in his hand. 

“It’s my birthday woman!” he replied, a little loudly. “And I’m fucking thirty,” he emphasized that last word like it was some magic rite of passage that explained everything. 

“Oh thirty!” you said with an eye roll. “That some magic number Ackles?” you asked. 

“As a matter of fact, it is sweetheart,” Jensen answered, taking a drink from his glass. “But you’ve got a long time before you figure that out, youngin’” he teased. “Like what, nine years?” he scoffed. 

You rolled your eyes dramatically. 

“Just because I’m only 21 doesn’t mean I don’t know how to have a good time, asshole,” you said with a wink. “You’re working on not getting the present that I got you,” you added with an evil smile. 

You caught his attention at that, and he set his drink down, leaning in closer to you, his chin on his hand as his eye lit up brightly. 

“Are you finally going to give me that kiss I’ve been begging for?” he teased with a smile. 

“Jensen Ross Ackles, I’m a lady,” you said, feigning shock by placing a hand over your heart. “I would never,” you laughed.

His eyes widened playfully as he watched you carefully. 

“But wouldn’t you? It is my birthday after all,” he retorted. 

You laughed in earnest. 

“Who gives a fuck if it’s your birthday, Ackles? My birthday was two months ago and what did I get?” you asked. “Oh yea,” you laughed, “You and Jared took me out and got me wasted and then you spent the evening holding my head up out of a toilet,” you reminded him. 

He smiled and laughed as he covered his face, embarrassed. 

“That’s an awesome gift, dude,” you said with an eye roll. “I would have preferred a kiss.” 

He watched you carefully. 

“Well, Y/N, that wasn’t exactly how I had planned that night to go. Who knew you were such a lightweight,” he teased, stepping closer to you. “Guess you learned your lesson, huh?” he said as he placed a tentative hand on your hip, pulling you closer to him. 

“Yeah,” you whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear you. 

“Well, then I guess your birthday present is long overdue. Even if it is my birthday. I’ll make an exception this time,” he said, his lips lowering to yours. 

Your breath caught in your throat as he stopped, his lips hovering over yours. 

“I mean, if you want the present,” he teased, his nose bumping yours softly. 

You grabbed a fistful of his t-shirt and pulled his lips to yours. They crashed together, sparks flying the minute the two of you connected. Jensen wrapped his arms around your waist, drawing you closer to him, his tongue sliding along your bottom lip, begging entrance. 

He slid in your mouth with ease, his tongue fighting yours for dominance. He won easily, and you moaned quietly into his mouth as your free hand reached around to play with the short hairs at the back of his head. 

Finally the two of you pulled away, breathless, both of your chests heaving. 

“That a better present?” he asked, a smiled spreading across his face, reaching his eyes and causing them to crinkle slightly. 

“Hell yeah,” you whispered as you un-clutched his shirt, smoothing it out across his chest, his muscles rippling in response to your touch. 

 He leaned close, whispering in your ear. “So what did you get me?” 

You looked him in the eye, threaded your hand with his, and led him away from the crowd, back to a private room.  

“Something you’re never gonna forget,” you smiled wildly, leading him away. 

“Holy shit,” he murmured, following you, watching your hips sway tantalizingly. “Best birthday, ever,” he growled once you were alone, and you pulled him close, kissing him fiercely. 

“You’ll never forget turning 30, Jen,” you whispered against his lips as your fingers reached for his jeans. “I can promise you that,” you added as you slid down in front of him, your hands pushing down is pants and briefs, showing him just how much you wanted him and giving him the best birthday present a man could ask for. 


Submitted by both @thing-you-do-with-that-thing and @chaos-and-the-calm67 I’ve been waiting for the best moment to write this one… It seems now is the time. Hope you girls like it.

Tom Holland Imagine: City of Stars

Summary: You complain to Tom about how people don’t really go dancing anymore and how planetariums are your favorite place in the world. Tom decides to plan a perfect date for your anniversary.

A/N: I saw La La Land last night and it was incredible and while I was watching it I got really angry about how people don’t go like dancing anymore the way the used to its always grinding and twerking now and I hate it and it also reminded me about how much I love planetariums and that’s how this was born okay bye

Warnings: Cussing

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“No, you don’t get it, Tom! I know people go dancing still but it’s like ‘oh you’re hot so I’m gonna rub my ass on your crotch and then we’ll go and fuck.’ And its stupid. Completely stupid and I hate it! Why can’t people still go dancing like the did in the '40s or something.”

“Because it’s 2017, that’s why.”

“Fine. Then we’ll build a space ship and fly far away.”

“And how do you plan on doing that?”

“I don’t know. Maybe I’ll just go to the planetarium and pretend that one of those tiny stars is a planet where there’s a girl just like me going dancing with her famous boyfriend who plays Bee-Man and is having the time of her life!”

“Bee-Man? Really?”

“Well I was gonna say Ant-Man but he actually exists so I had to think fast!”

Tom chuckled and pulled me into his chest. One of his hands ran through my hair while the other was being held by my two smaller ones.

“Can you believe it’s almost Valentine’s Day?”

“Yeah… that’d make it, what? 3 years? Cause you’re a cheeseball and made me wait 3 months before you made it official on Valentine’s Day?”

“Hey! I was trying to be romantic!”

“If we had started seeing each other in late January, then yes, it would have been reasonable to wait till Valentine’s Day but we started dating in November, honey. You were lucky you’re cute or else I would’ve been long gone.”

Tom laughed and kissed the top of my head.

“At one point I thought about asking you at 11:59 on February 13th as a joke but then Harrison informed that that would result in me with an ice cream in my face.”

“Yeah, you got that right.”

Tom and I turned our attention back to the TV that was playing Endless Love. We both disliked this movie but it was the one he had taken me to see when he asked me to be his girlfriend so we made an exception to watch it only when it was on TV… until Harrison thought that we actually liked it and bought it for us. Now we watch it on February 4th. Exactly 10 days before our anniversary because 10 is Tom’s lucky number.

I snuggled into his chest and closed me eyes, drifting off into a peaceful sleep.

—Tom’s POV—

“So do you know what you’re gonna do for her on Valentine’s Day?” Zendaya asked over brunch with her, Jacob, Harrison and Laura.

“Yeah, I think I do…”

“Well, spill!”

“Okay, she kinda spilled a lot to me while we were cuddling the other night and I kinda wanna do it all for her but I don’t exactly know how…”

“Well, what did she say?”

“That she misses dancing… like, not clubbing, but actual dancing the way the did in the '40s and '50s. And she also said that she loves planetariums because she likes to look at the stars and imagine what’s going on over there.”

“So, take her to the planetarium and then take her dancing!” Harrison suggested.

“No, this needs to be more magical. I mean it is their 3 year anniversary.” Laura said.

“Yeah… OH! I’ve got it! So, I’m really good friends with the owner of the planetarium in LA! He’s an old family friend! I’ll call him up! He’s usually closed on Valentine’s Day to spend time with his wife and so maybe I can get him to let you and Y/N use it for the night! You can take her dancing IN the stars!” Zendaya yelled.

“Oh my god, that’s perfect! Please call him!”

“Doing it right now!”

—Your POV—

I was humming while dancing around in the kitchen of Tom and I’s apartment. I jumped when I felt a pair of arms slide around my waist and lift me up.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Tom whispered in my ear.

“Good morning to you, too, sleepy head.”

Tom smiled before he leaned down and kissed me.

“Go pack a bag for 1 day and 2 nights. We leave in a few hours.”

“What? What do you mean? Our anniversary is tomorrow we can’t be leaving town! What about our reservations!?”

“Yes we can. I already cancelled them. This is your present. Now run along and get packed.”

“Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise. Pack stuff to sleep in, clothes for warm weather and a nice dress.”

“Okay…”

—Time Skip—

“LA, Tom?! You’ve taken me to LA!?”

“Yes… is that okay?”

“More than okay! The cold weather was driving me insane! Now come on, we have to get to our hotel!”

Tom had called an Uber to pick us up from the airport and it drove us to a beautiful hotel.

“Oh, Tom! This is amazing!”

“Thank you, beautiful. Now let’s go inside, order room service and then cuddle for the rest of the night. Tomorrow is a big day!”

Tom and I spent the night shoving our faces with pizza and watching Friends on TV. I eventually fell sleep while laying in his lap. I was briefly brought back into consciousness when I felt arms pick me up and place me onto our bed. I felt Tom slide in next to me and press a kiss to my temple.

“I do hope tomorrow goes as planned.” I hear him whisper before he snuggles his face in the crook of my neck and falls asleep.

—Time Skip—

“Tom, this food is delicious! How did you even get reservations to this place on Valentine’s Day!? And so quickly!?”

“Uh, hello? I’m Spider-Man. Far better and superior to Bee-Man.”

I laughed and felt Tom grab my hand across the table.

“We better hurry up and finish. I still have one surprise left for you.”

I smiled over at Tom as he pointed to his watch that I had given him this morning. He had been wanting it for a while. His parents told me they were getting it for him for Christmas so I didn’t buy it for him but then they accidentally ordered the wrong one. So, I bought him the right one for our anniversary.

Tom paid the bill and grabbed my hand. He drug me out the door and down the street.

“Where are we going!?”

“You’ll see!”

After about 20 minutes of walking, we were met with a cab at the bottom of a giant hill. Tom opened the door for me and I got inside. Tom came in next to me and the cab began to drive. The drive up the hill was beautiful.

When we reached the top, I was met with a beautiful white building.

“Tom, what is this place?”

“You ask too many questions. Just follow me.”

Tom held my hand as he walked up to the door.

“And this is where I blindfold you.”

“Wha-”

I was cut off by Tom shushing me and placing a piece of cloth over my eyes and tying it. Tom grabbed my hand and led me inside. He guided me through the building very well but still managed to bump into a few things causing both of us to laugh. Finally, I heard a door open and close.

“You can take it off, now.”

I slid the blindfold off my eyes and gasped at what I saw.

Tom and I were standing in a giant black room, surrounded by stars and tiny planets.

“Welcome to the City of Stars.” Tom whispered in my ear before a soft piano sound started playing. Tom circled around me and held his hand out.

As soon as I took it, he pulled me into his chest and placed my hand on his shoulder before he placed his on my lower back.

Tom began to lead me around the the floor, spinning me, dipping me, and lifting me to the sound of the music.

As we danced, I looked around at all the stars and planets that seemed to be dancing with us. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I hadn’t even noticed that Tom had stopped dancing.

“Which one do you think Bee-Man and his slightly less beautiful version of you live on?”

I smiled at Tom and left his side to walk around the planetarium. I scanned over every star before one in particular stood out.

“That one.” I said, as I pointed to it.

I felt Tom slide his arms around my waist from behind as we looked at the star.

“Well, then that one’s yours.” Tom said as he held a certificate out to me.

“What?”

“Yup. All we have to do is right down its location, give it a name and sign this document and then it’s yours. So, what do you want to name this shinning star in the Pegasus constellation?”

“The City of Stars.”

Tom smiled and pulled me into a passionate kiss as the piano music came to and end around us.

“I think I want it to stay…”

The Chris Evans Mini-Series (One Shots)

Imagine your first Mother’s Day with Chris and your baby boy.

A/N: Happy Mother’s Day to all the lovely moms out there. I know I’d be lost without mine. Here’s a quick (kinda quick) one shot, it’s written around my favorite couple and favorite little baby boy. ❤️

Chris laid awake next to you and watched as the first light of dawn came to behind the beige chiffon curtains in your master bedroom. It was Mother’s Day and he’d asked Kevin for a little time off his ‘Avengers: Infinity War’ press tour to go home and see you as it was your first ever Mother’s Day. He smiled to himself as he looked over at you, remembering the look you had on your face when he walked through the front door yesterday afternoon. He wasn’t meant to be home until early August, not even for a short four days. It was the greatest Mother’s Day present you could have gotten; Chris’ presence. You kissed him so long and so hard, the world around him spun.

His smile widened when he thought back to the look on his baby boy’s face when he carried him for the first time in four and a half months. Like every other parent who had to leave for long periods of time while their child was still a baby, Chris was worried that his son wouldn’t recognize him. He was afraid that Jack would see him as a stranger even though he FaceTimed the two of you every morning and every night. He was even hesitant to pick Jack up from his rocker, nervous his son would start crying if he did. He was so afraid that he just stood by the front door and observed his son from afar, feet glued to the ground despite your urging him to pick Jack up. Even Dodger urged him, nudging his best friend’s leg with his head.

You assured Chris none of what he was worried about would happen as you spoke about him with your son all the time. You showed him pictures, you watched interviews together, and little home videos you’d shot on your phone. You told Chris how Jack would light up every time he saw him, or heard him on the television, or your laptop, or some other mobile device. Chris managed to take a step closer upon hearing that, but still kept his distance. You sighed and decided to help move the meeting along, knowing the worries your husband were carrying on his shoulders were irrelevant. You walked over to Jack who smiled at you when you lifted him out of his rocker, bouncing him gently as you made your way over to Chris.

“You are so good with him,” Chris told you when he saw the way Jack looked at you, utterly mesmerized by his beautiful mother. “No no no,” he shook his head, taking a step back when you got too close. “I don’t want to scare him, Y/N. Just-” he huffed, “take it slow, please?”

“You’re not going to scare him, Chris,” you chuckled softly and took slow steps towards Chris, who looked like he was ready to run out the door. “Chris, stop.” You narrowed your eyes at Chris when he took another step back as you got closer. “You’re being ridiculous, so can you stop. Please?”

“Sorry,” he mumbled and released some of the tension from his shoulders, allowing you to approach with Jack. The closer you got, the tighter his shoulders got. “Oh my God, he’s not going to cry is he?” He asked you when he saw his son watching him curiously, his tiny head tilted to one side. “Y/N, is he going to-” Jack started laughing, making you smile and Chris flinch. “He’s got the cutest laugh,” Chris looked up at you with a wide grin; you nodded with the same smile. For a second, he forgot he was afraid and unconsciously reached for the hand Jack was holding out. “Hey, buddy.” Jack’s hand wrapped around Chris’ finger. “Have you been looking after your mama for me? Yeah?” Chris laughed along with Jack and you smiled at Dodger as the two of you observed their interaction. “You’re the man of the house now, aren’t you?”

“Do you want to hold him?” You asked and Chris nodded, but made no effort to prepare himself for the pass over. “Sweetheart, you’re not going to scare him. Look at him, he’s so happy to see his daddy. Trust me, it’s going to be okay. If he loves the try-hard mom, he’s going to love the natural dad,” you joked, drawing a smile to Chris’ face. “Here,” you carefully passed Jack over and Chris took him from you like an absolute pro. “See,” you kissed Chris’ cheek as he bounced your giggling son, “there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

“Thank you,” he returned a kiss on your cheek then proceeded to kiss Jack’s. “For this, for him- for everything you’ve given me since we met.” You smiled, gently rubbing Jack’s back as you rubbed Chris’ arm. “How are you doing, Jack?” He spoke to your son with so much joy in his voice. “Are we cool?” Jack cupped Chris’ face in his hands and made soft noises with his lips, making you and Chris laugh. “I know, bud. I miss my beard too.”

Chris returned to reality when he heard soft noises come through the baby monitor. He quickly grabbed it from his bedside table and turned it off, slipping out of bed to attend to him. He was trying to give you the best day of your life, starting with some well-deserved rest. He knew you were playing it cool, but you were having a bit of a hard time doing the whole parenting thing without him. He’d wished he’d gotten you pregnant after his Marvel contract ended, so he could’ve been there for everything. He wanted the whole experience, but he’d only had half a pregnancy, an early labor, and the three months of Jack’s life. As much as he’d like to complain, he couldn’t; he had the perfect wife and the son he’d always wanted. Sure, he’d missed out on a little bit, but it was only the beginning. There was so much more to come that he was going to be there for.

“Good morning, Dodger.” Chris patted Dodger’s head as he walked past him to scoop Jack out of his cot. “Hey, buddy.” He rocked Jack soothingly, smiling when his son wrapped his tiny arms around his neck and rested his head against his chest. “I’ve missed you too, kiddo.” He held Jack as closely as he had last night, rocking his son to sleep before joining you in bed. “I know I haven’t been around, but I’ll be home soon. You and Dodger just keep taking care of your mama for me, okay? I promise I’ll be home soon, to take care of all of you.”

Chris carried Jack for a little while, pacing the room as he enjoyed the simplicity of holding his son in his arms. It was feeling he’d never, ever get sick of. It was peaceful, very zen-like to have Jack’s tiny body held against his chest; to listen to his soft breaths; to kiss his soft hair; to breath him in because babies always smelt good. Chris didn’t know why, but they did. He was so satisfied with his life at that very moment because he was finally a dad able to celebrate Mother’s Day with his wife and child; he was no longer just a son who had to take care of his mom. He was a husband, a father, and he had to show you how grateful he was towards the woman who’d given him that. He needed to make breakfast, and clean the house, and take out the trash, and fix anything that was broken in his absence. He needed to spend today, and the next two and a half days showing how much he loved and appreciated you before he had to leave again. You may have known already, but it wouldn’t have killed him to emphasize.

You instinctively woke at 6:25AM, like every other morning if Jack managed to sleep through the first light of dawn. You turned over and reached for your husband only to find the bed empty and the baby monitor turned off. You smiled because you knew what day it was and what Chris had planned to do for you while he was home. It was sweet, like everything he did. You stretched, grabbing his pillow and hugging it to your chest. Your mom was right about you knocking things out of the park with him, he was absolutely perfect.

You got out of bed and went into the bathroom to get cleaned up. You were coming out of the bathroom when you heard Chris’ footsteps and Dodger’s paws coming down the hall. “Shhh,” you heard Chris tell your babbling son. “We don’t want to wake your mama, I’m just going to sneak into the bathroom to brush-” You smiled at him as your three boys entered the room. “Oh, you’re awake.” He chuckled when you nodded, walking over to him. “Was it us? Were we too loud?”

“No,” you shook your head and held out your arms to take Jack from Chris. “I’m used to waking up early, as is Dodger.” You looked down at Dodger, smiling. “This little guy keeps us up and at it. Don’t you, bud?” You poked your son’s stomach, making him laugh and Chris smile. “You can go brush your teeth, I’ll watch him.”

“Happy Mother’s Day, sweetheart.” He leaned over to peck you on the lips and you smiled. “I’m going to go brush my teeth first, then I’ll come back and give you a proper kiss.” You chuckled and nodded, bouncing your son as you made your way back over to your bed. Dodger joined you, sitting down in front of you and resting his head in your lap.

“How did you sleep, handsome?” You asked your son, smoothing his bedhead with your hand.

“It’s definitely good to be back in bed with my wife,” Chris answered from the bathroom. You laughed and he poked his head out with a toothbrush in his mouth, “oh. You’re talking to Jack,” he said, his words muffled by his brushing.

“Yes I am,” you smiled. “But I’m glad you slept well too, handsome.” You winked at Chris, earning a wink back. “And you, Dodger.” You cooed and scratched his head. “Anyway, Chris.” You looked back up at your husband. “I am really glad to have you back in bed too, it’s been awfully lonely without you around.”

“I know it has been,” Chris murmured, careful not to get any toothpaste anywhere. “I’ll be home soon though.” He walked back in to rinse and spit, then came back out as he dried his face with his face towel. “And then we can actually be a team like I promised.” You smiled and nodded. “I’m really sorry I haven’t been around to help you.” He walked over and sat down next to you; you passed him Jack and he held his son close to his chest. “Really, really sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you shook your head, kissing his cheek. He pressed his lips together, eyes filled with guilt. “Darling,” you chuckled, rubbing his back. “You didn’t run out on me, you went to work. It’s not your fault you’ve been away, you’re making money to provide for this family. So don’t apologize, okay? You haven’t been far, you know I always carry you in my heart.” He cracked a smile and leaned in to kiss you. “I love you,” you told him then met his lips.

“I love you too,” he whispered. “And you’re getting everything you deserve today, don’t you worry.”

“I’ve already gotten everything I need,” you smiled at him. “My three,” you glanced from Dodger, to Jack, to Chris, “beautiful and perfect boys.” Chris chuckled, leaning in for another kiss. “Yeah, I don’t need anything else.”

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Happy Birthday @chychymazzu!! Have a wonderful day and I hope you like this present heheee yes I was the anon asking your favourite character the other day, it was all part of my plan mwahahaa! I wanted to give something back to you since you give so much to this fandom with requests and your beautiful art!

A scene from my KageHina Kids on the Slope Au one-shot, Orange Heat.

Hinata chuckled and grabbed Kageyama’s hand, intertwining their fingers, “…I think I like you, Kageyama. Are you grossed out?”

Kageyama could feel his ears burning up. “Why would I let you hold my hand if I felt grossed out, dumbass.”

This was drawn as a belated birthday present to me by the beautiful, kind, endearing, talented—I could literally keep going on for days with adjectives and I wouldn’t be able to describe the blessing that is @theharukawa. We’ve only recently become friends but through our many lovely, deep, touching conversations and common interests she’s easily become one of the best friends I’ve made on this site. After a long while of feeling distant and somewhat negative about Tumblr, she’s reminded my of how much good can come from my being here. So this is my public ‘thank you’ and ‘I love you’ to this amazing human being. I hope you guys come to love her art and her personality as much as I do.

how long do i have to wait
and how many sleepless nights do i have to spend
to see you, to meet you
⤿ for @ohime-sxma

Negan and his love

Summary: The reader is with an abusive husband and Negan saves her from him. He takes her back to the sanctuary and falls for her. But she is reluctant because of her last relationship.

Requested by @prettyepiic 

Warning: Abusive husband, Death (obviously it’s TWD), swearing and smut.

Negan x Reader

It had been almost a year since all this shit went down. But this so-called ‘shit’ wasn’t the worst of your problems, your husband was. You were currently walking through the woods and your husband was yelling at you for getting you both lost.

“Stupid fuck women” He was marching in front of you, your eyes followed his feet. He wasn’t that much taller than you and you were short. But he was broad and he could break you like a twig, not like he hasn’t tried too.

“I-I think were are l-lost again…” You mumbled and trailed off. He stopped and he put his back straight. You knew what was coming but you were just trying to help.

“Are you trying to say-” he stopped to turn around and face you. “THAT I…” He started to point at his chest “….HAVE GOT US…” He waved his hand up in the air at the word ‘us’ “…LOST?!” You remained quiet, knowing if you answered or didn’t answer you were in trouble either way. That’s when you closed your eyes hard and heard the crunching of the leafs under his boots getting louder and louder. You were so concentrated on how each footstep sounded, the first hit knocked you to the ground. You let out a cry holding onto your cheek and he hit you again making the back of your head hit the tree behind you.

From a distance, you thought you heard someone say ‘the fuck’ but you thought that was your imagination wishing for someone to come along and save you. Just as your husband was about to hit you again you saw a baseball bat hit the side of his ribs and he fell sideways onto the ground.

“You little fucker! Think it’s fun to beat women that can’t even overpower you.” He put the baseball bat down and kicked him repeatedly. “Does it make you feel strong? YOU FUCKING ASS, FUCKER!” he bent down to take his baseball bat to hit him again.

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Imagine Chris thanking you in his speech.

A/N: Hi hi, I’m back from my hiatus. I didn’t really plan for a hiatus, I’ve just been busy with work and suffering from a bit of a writer’s block. (You can tell I’m still suffering a little because this one’s kind of a mess) Anyhoo, this is a request from @shadowprincess0218. Hope you enjoy it. X

“Oh God,” Chris mumbled under his breath when Jennifer Lawrence finished her speech. You glanced over at your husband, whose hand was now adjusting his tie as a nervous tick. “My category is next,” he said to himself then swallowed the lump in his throat.

“You’re going to be fine.” You assured him, placing your hand on his knee and giving it an assuring squeeze under the table. “Stop fiddling, you’re going to mess up your tie.” You told him but his hand remained on his tie, adjusting and readjusting.

“Why aren’t you nervous?” He raised an eyebrow, glancing at you before focusing his attention back on his perfectly fine tie. “It’s your screenplay I directed, it’s your work on the line too.” He reminded you and you chuckled. “Martin Scorsese won best director for your last screenplay, what if I don’t win one for this one?”

“You will because you’re an amazing director, you wouldn’t have gotten a nomination if you weren’t. Stop, Chris.” You chuckled softly and wrapped your hand around his wrist, pulling his hand away from the tie that he would not stop adjusting. “No matter how many times you adjust that tie, you’re still going to be nervous. Just-” You slipped your cool, dry hand into his clammy one. “Hold my hand and breathe.”

“But my hand is all clammy.” He told you as he tried to pull his hand from yours, only to have you tighten your grip by entwining your fingers with his. “Right,” he chuckled softly, “you don’t care about that. Thank you,” he pressed a kiss to the side of your head and you smiled.

“Let’s move on to our next category, best director.” Your dear friend and husband’s co-star, Robert Downey Jr.- the host of the 89th annual Academy Awards- started. You glanced at Chris when you felt him tense in his seat next to you. “Please put your hands together for Scarlett Johansson and Jeremy Renner, two people I’m proud to call my friends, to present the next award.”

The crowd erupted into an applause as Scarlett and Jeremy walked out, they hugged Robert before stepping in front of the podium with the golden envelope that had the information that could make or break yours and Chris’ heart. You weren’t all that concerned about your screenplay getting best director, you were more concerned about your husband getting it because he was an amazing director who deserved all the recognition in the world. Now it was your turn to fiddle; your hand reached for your clover necklace which you wore whenever you felt you needed the luck, and you definitely needed it now. You knew your husband was very talented but talent wasn’t always what got you an Oscar; Leonardo DiCaprio had incredible talent but he only had one Oscar, you could only hope Chris wasn’t as unlucky as Leo.

“And the nominees for best director are…”

You lost focus on Scarlett’s voice when you heard Chris mutter, “I feel sick.” You turned to him and chuckled softly, giving his hand a light squeeze. “I know it’s nerves but- I genuinely feel like I’m going to throw up. Can you do something to distract me?”

“I could kiss you but I’m afraid you’ll throw up in my mouth,” you told him and he chuckled. “Just keep your eyes on me, focus on my touch, and match my breaths.” You instructed and he followed. “How did you manage award shows before me, Christopher Evans?” You teased him and he chuckled again.

“With great difficulty.”

“And the best director award goes to…” You and Chris turned to the stage as Scarlett opened the envelope. Both her and Jeremy’s smile reached their eyes and you felt your heart skip a beat. Could it be? Was Chris’ name inside the envelope? “Chris Evans!”

Applause and cheers broke out around the two of you. You knew what had just happened but Chris was still in a daze, only realizing it was his name that was called when you pulled your hand away to give him the standing ovation he deserved. He rose to his feet and hugged you tightly, kissing your cheek and whispering an “I love you” in your ear before making his way to the stage.

“Good job, Dorito.” Robert patted him on the back as he walked past.

“Congratulations, Chris,” Scarlett passed him the Oscar then hugged him tightly.

“You deserve it, man.” Jeremy smiled and shook his hand before leaving him to his speech.

The crowd settled and you sat back down as Chris took the podium, he looked at his award then looked out into the crowd at you with a wide smile. You felt tears well in your eyes out of pure adoration and joy for your husband; he was finally getting recognized for something other than his good looks. He was very handsome- there was no doubt about it- but he was so much more than that which was why he enjoyed directing; directing got people talking about his talent rather than his physical appearance.

“Wow,” Chris began speaking and the crowd fell silent. “This is incredibly surreal. I always thought that I’d only ever be up here to present an award, never in a million years did I think I’d get a nomination- let alone a win. I’m incredibly grateful for this opportunity so thank you to the Academy.” The crowd clapped. “And now for the more personal thank yous. To my mom and dad, for giving me the chance to pursue my passion. To Anne, my agent, who got me the jobs that brought me here. And of course, to my beautiful wife, Y/N, who has only made my already wonderful life better with each passing day.”

You smiled and wiped away a tear that fell unknowingly.

“Without you, sweetheart, my life and all of this would be meaningless.” He told you and your smile widened. “You give me all the support and love I need to get through each day and- I just- I wouldn’t be here without you.” He glanced at his Oscar then chuckled, “like literally because she is the reason I had a movie to direct in the first place. Without your talent, I wouldn’t be able to apply mine and I wouldn’t have this Oscar so- from the bottom of my heart, thank you. Thank you for being so talented, thank you for trusting me with your work, and thank you for being the light in my life. I love you, Y/N.” He said and smiled when you mouthed the same three words back.

The music started playing which gave Chris his cue to make his exit and return to your side. “Aren’t they just the cutest?” Robert teased as Chris disappeared back stage with Scarlett and Jeremy. “You should see them when we have them over for dinner, with their heart eyes and their hands all over each other.” You shook your head at Robert, biting back your smile. “Congratulations Chris, and Y/N. Your screenplay got him best director, let’s see if it gets you best screenplay,” he reminded you of your nomination and you suddenly felt the same nerves Chris did earlier. “Let’s move on to the next category, shall we?”

Your nerves disappeared and you redirected your attention when Chris returned; he wrapped his arms around you as you wrapped yours around him. “I told you you’d win,” you whispered as you pulled away. “I didn’t marry you for your good looks, you know.” You teased him and he chuckled, dipping his head to kiss you ever so tenderly on the lips.

“I know,” he whispered when he broke the kiss, “you married me for my Oscar.”

“Like I need yours when I have three at home,” you poked his side and he laughed.

Imagine it being your birthday! You go the whole adventure for that day without a single mention of it from the Doctor. You even try to drop really obvious hints, but they seem to go right over his head. Then when you are both safe in the TARDIS after a long days work, you head to bed, bummed that he hadn’t seemed to remember at all. Only to find an hour later, when he called you back into the console room, that he had lit candles all around- on the railings, and the console. You found him standing next to the console, a destroyed cake upside down on his head, looking miserable.

“We had a bit of a malfunction.”
“… Aww, Doc, you look so adorable when you’re sad!”
“I did try to make it perfect though! I got you a present and everything… I’m sorry about the cake… Happy Birthday, Humany.”
“Thank you, Doctor. This is… truly adorable. I thought you’d forgotten!”
“No no no! There were just lots of… challenges.”

(Requested by @willow-days02, Happy birthday!!! I don’t know when you sent in the request, but still :DD)

When Harry’s birthday came around, you were usually very good at hiding his present. You liked to buy his gift weeks in advance so that you had more time to figure out where exactly to stash it. Of course, that didn’t stop Harry from snooping around. Every single year, without a doubt, you’d see Harry tip toeing around the house, checking out every nook and cranny in an attempt to see what you had bought for him. (You had gotten him that silky Gucci suit for his 22nd birthday, and a part of him was hoping a new suit was waiting for him somewhere..) It was only recently that you realized he was getting a lot better at finding his gifts, and you were running out of good hiding spaces. 

“Don’t even bother, Harry.” You clicked your tongue, flipping through your magazine before glancing up at your sneaky boyfriend. “You’ll never be able to find it.” Well.. That wasn’t entirely true. You might have bought his present last minute because.. He was Harry Styles! What the hell were you supposed to get him that he couldn’t get himself? The main point was his present was under the bed. Not very sneaky, but you panicked, and the bed was the closest hiding place! 

“I don’ know wha’ you’re talkin’ about, love.” Harry shrugged innocently, flipping a couple pillows over to double check. “I’m jus’ makin’ sure everything is nice and clean.” 

“Alright, alright. Whatever you say.” You smiled, rolling your eyes playfully before hearing Harry pad upstairs to the bedroom. 

-

“Oh my..” Harry trailed off, his eyes widening slightly when he took the lid off the box. Yes, he had found your present. Surprisingly enough, it wasn’t as hard this year. Maybe you were getting lazier. (He appreciated the effort, though!) A pair of handcuffs dangled from his finger as he lifted it out of the box, his bottom lip sucked in between his teeth. 

Can’t wait to see Y/N all tied up for me.. Her wrists above her head, completely unable to touch me. And I get to have her all to myself.. I bet she’s going to wear those garters with that new lingerie set she bought the other day. 

Harry paused, looking up at the ceiling momentarily as he spaced out at the thought of you wearing a skimpy little outfit just for him. 

Y/N looked bloody amazing in those garters. Maybe I should just hide all her clothes so she can only wear lingerie around the house. That’ll be a nice thing to come home to every night. 

Harry snickered to himself, quietly rummaging through the box. A silk blindfold, a gag, even a small flogger - Very 50 Shades of Grey inspired. You were usually very vanilla in the bedroom, and Harry didn’t mind that at all! He loved taking it nice and slow - As long as he could spend time with you, he didn’t mind. On the other hand, Harry could already feel himself popping a stiffy at the very thought of you getting more adventurous in the bedroom..

“Oi!” Harry jumped when he heard your voice come out of nowhere, a cheeky smile growing on his face when you rushed over to yank the flogger out of his hand. 

“Looks like you’re not so good at hiding things anymore, love.” Harry teased, watching as you shoved the box back under the bed. 

“You just ruined your own surprise, you snoop.” You muttered, feeling your cheeks burn slightly. It was your first time buying.. these types of things. Usually, you were bashful even when it came to buying condoms! “Pretend like you never found these presents.” You coughed, sitting down on the bed before looking down at Harry. 

“Don’t go all shy on me now.” Harry cooed, situating himself in between your legs before giving the side of your thighs a little squeeze. “I like that you’re willing to explore new things with me.” He grinned, pressing a kiss to your knee. 

“Shush. I’m going to have to buy a whole new present since you found this one too early.” 

“Or..” Harry pulled the box out from under the bed slowly before looking back up at you, “You could always give daddy a little preview of what’s to come.” 

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harry’s 23 y’all… 

gif isn’t mine! 

Imagine you and Chris telling your families you’re having another baby.

A/N: Hello, my darlings. Since the only request I’ve received since I posted the update was about the series, I’ve decided to close my inbox and get back on the mini-series bandwagon. My holiday is nearing and I want to leave y'all on a good note, so I’m bringing back the domestic fluff pieces. I hope you enjoy reading these as much as I enjoy writing them. I’m titling this one ‘Charlotte Rose’ for a reason, you’ll find out later in the series. Anyway, enjoy Part 1. Read previous parts here: ('Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts’, 'Baby Fever’, 'Memory Lane’, and 'Little Ones’ - Masterlist.) Lots of love. X

You and Chris laughed and held the phone away from your ears as Lisa cheered excitedly at your news of her having another grandchild. You’d called her first because you weren’t going to see her until Christmas, whereas you were stopping by your parents’ place later to drop Jack off so you and Chris could finish your Christmas shopping; it was a little hard to shop for Jack’s presents with him around. You and Chris shared a smile after looking over at your son, who was adorably coloring on the dining table. You still couldn’t believe that this time next year he’d have a little sister or brother with him. God, you were praying for a girl; you definitely didn’t want to have a third to pacify the men in your household.

“Ma,” Chris chuckled into the phone as he wrapped an arm around you, grinning as happily as his mom probably was. You kissed his jawline, smiling, because you were happy your husband was happy; he deserved all the happiness in the world. “I know you’re very excited, but you’re kind of hurting our eardrums.”

“I’m sorry, I’m just so happy for the both of you.” You could both hear the smile in Lisa’s voice which made the smiles you had on your faces grow even wider. “When Scott told me that the two of you were trying for another baby, I thought he was just messing with me-”

“Wait, what?” You interrupted her, chuckling. “Scott told you we were trying for another baby?” You asked her then turned to look at Chris; you tried not to laugh when he rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well- Scott was not messing with you,” you lied because you couldn’t tell her that it was a happy accident. “We just thought we’d kept it a secret until we got some results.”

“Oh darling, I’m so happy right now,” she told you and you smiled when Chris kissed your hair. “I bet everyone else will be thrilled too when they hear about it. Thank you for calling, I don’t think I could’ve waited until Christmas to find out. Best early Christmas present ever,” she commented.

“Hey, that’s what I said,” Chris pointed out and chuckled when the both of you laughed. “Okay, Ma. We’ll see you on Christmas Day.” Lisa noised confirmation. “Love you,” you both said simultaneously then hung up after hearing her reciprocate that love. “Nice to know she’s as excited as us.”

“I don’t think anyone could be more excited than you, sweetheart,” you cupped his chin in your hands and drew him down to meet your lips for a sweet kiss. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly. “Yup,” you chuckled softly as you hugged him back, running your hands up and down his back. “No one’s more excited than you.”

“I love you, sweetheart,” Chris told you as he pulled away.

“I know, baby,” you smiled, brushing his bearded cheek with your thumb.

“I don’t think you do,” he shook his head, smiling. “I love you,” he repeated and you chuckled. “Like I am head-over-heels, you’ve-ruined-me-for-other-women, I’ll-never-love-again-if-you-leave-me in-love with you.” You laughed and pecked his smiling lips before walking over to Jack. “I’m serious, Y/N,” he called after you and you nodded in acknowledgment, chuckling.

“C'mon, buddy,” you held out your hand for Jack to take; he looked up at you, eyes curious. “You gotta change out of your pajamas before you can go to Grandma and Granddad’s. C'mon,” you urged when he pouted. He lowered his crayon and carefully climbed off the chair, taking the hand you were holding out. “You can wear your new blue sweater.”

“Oh yay!” He jumped up and down excitedly; you and Chris laughed softly. “I like that sweater, it’s so soft and fluffy and blue!” He took the reins and pulled you along as you both headed upstairs to get him changed; Dodger followed behind as he’d grown very attached to Jack.

Chris remained downstairs, packing Jack’s things up so he could take it with him to your parents’ place. He smiled when he saw what Jack was drawing and coloring; a family portrait much like the one he drew a while ago, but this time, there was an additional body. He felt his stomach flutter with excitement at the thought of another child in his life. His life was complete when you walked into it, there was no doubt about that. But with each passing year- with each milestone the two of you saw and accomplished together- it became more wholesome. He packed Jack’s things into his Mickey Mouse backpack then headed upstairs to get changed himself. 

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“You’re pregnant!” Your mom squealed as she threw her arms around you and Chris; it was hard because she was very short compared to you and your husband. “That’s amazing! Oh my God, talk about an amazing early Christmas present.” You and Chris shared a smile and chuckled softly under your breaths. “I’m so happy right now, congratulations!”

“I’m going to have a sister!” Jack called from the living room where he was sitting and having your mom’s famous peanut shortbread while watching a Christmas classic, 'Elf’. You all turned away from Jack to meet each others’ gazes; your parents’ eyes widened with excitement, asking a wordless question “you’re having a girl?”

“We don’t know yet,” you shook your head, smiling.

“But we’re really hoping it’s a girl,” Chris nodded, smiling.

“It’s easier to have a girl than it is to have a boy,” your mom told the two of you.

“Yeah,” your dad nodded in agreement. “We wanted another boy after your brother, but we got you instead.” He joked and you scoffed, whereas Chris and your mom laughed. “I’m kidding, sweetheart. You know you’re my favorite daughter.”

“I’m your only daughter,” you countered with an eye roll.

“For a reason,” he booped your nose and you chuckled. “I knew no child would surpass my precious girl so we stopped trying after you. Take the compliment, kid.” You rolled your eyes again, but with a smile this time around.

“Whatever the reason may be,” Chris began as he wrapped an arm around you. “I’m just glad you brought her into this world 'cause I don’t know where I’d be without her.” You smiled at him and he smiled back. “All’s well that ends well, right?”

“Right,” you smiled and kissed him. 

• • • • • • • • 

“Ugh,” you groaned as Chris passed you your hot chocolate. “This means I’m back on the no caffeine wagon.” He chuckled and wrapped an arm around you, sipping his double shot latte. “How am I going to get any writing done without coffee?” You took a sip, smiling when the hot liquid warmed your belly.

“How does anyone get anything done without coffee?” He quizzed you rhetorically, like you’d with him. “You sleep, sweetheart,” he answered and you chuckled. “I’m not going anywhere this time, I’m going to go through this entire pregnancy with you. I’ll look after Jack, make sure you have all the rest you need so you can work. Though I’d appreciate it if you don’t stress too much, I don’t want any harm to come to you or the baby.”

“Of course not,” you smiled and placed a hand over your belly. He smiled at you then turned to look at the window displays of the shops you were walking past. “It’s weird, Chris,” you began and he turned back to you; your hand was still over your belly. “I’m actually really excited about having another child.”

“How is that weird?” He chuckled. “You’ve clearly always wanted kids of your own, I saw it when you held Jack for the first time.” You felt yourself smile at the memory of holding your son for the first time. “Like Luca said, your job as a waitress ruined your for other children. I mean- if I had to wait on bratty children all day, I wouldn’t want kids either.”

“Maybe,” you shrugged. “I don’t know, I feel like it’s because of you that I want children.” You told him and kissed his jawline when he smiled. “Honestly, without you being you- having children wouldn’t even cross my mind. I’d be perfectly contented working and traveling and just hanging out with my brothers’ kids.”

“And without you, I wouldn’t want kids either.” He admitted and you shot him a 'yeah, right’ look. “I’m serious,” he chuckled, tightening his hold on you. “I can’t imagine having to do all this with someone else, there is no one I’d rather do this whole parenting thing with.”

“The feeling’s mutual, Evans,” you told him and planted another tender kiss on his jawline.

Chris smiled because he loved it when you did that; it was a simple but incredibly affectionate act, one he would never get sick of. You were just someone he would never get sick of, and he was so glad he met you and you agreed to marry him.

“Oh my God!” You gasped and pulled away from him, rushing towards the window display that had the cutest penguin light fixture. “Chris,” you said in a 'we-have-to-get-it’ tone as you looked back at him, pointing at it.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart,” he nodded as he walked over to join you, taking your hand in his. “You’ve already given me everything I want,” he smiled as he drew your hand to his lips. “The least I can do is get you this adorable penguin.”

“I love you so much,” you chuckled.

“I know,” he smiled, squeezing your hand.

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Part 2 will be here soon. 😊

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A/N: This is the first time i’ve wrote anything regarding the criminal minds fandom so I apologise if it isn’t the best, however I hope you enjoy it!!

Female!Reader x Spencer Reid

Reid’s slender fingers danced along his keyboard, swiftly typing up the last case file that had stained his desk for last few hours, ushering him to be finished so he could return home and catch up on some much needed rest.

The last few days had been rather hectic for the BAU, having been informed by their Unit Chief that their recent case files were to be presented in SES Strauss’ office, where she would inspect their work. It was evident that the late nights had taken a tole on team, wishing they were home with their families, revealing their ill-tempered mannerisms at such a late hour. Even Garcia was finding it increasingly hard to keep up with Morgan’s jokes, informing him on multiple occasions that he needed to remove himself from her coven of terror before his ‘baby girl’ would rip his pretty little face off, evidently proving the team needed time off.

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Negan Imagine 

Summary: Negan flirts with you repeatedly. But never asked you to be his wife, until now.

Also, thank you for 500 followers!!❤️

Warning: Swearing 

Negan x Reader

“Well, hello Y/N” you could hear the smug voice of negan directly behind you. You rolled your eyes without him noticing. You were in the sanctuary canteen collecting your food. “Y/N…” he whispered your name like a lullaby into your ear. “Why isn’t my lovely lady speaking?” Your eyes rolled so far back into your head, you thought you lost them.

“I’m not ‘your’ lady” you turned and was shocked to see how close he was to you. He grinned loving how annoyed you were, you knew he loved winding you up. 

“Keep your sexy knickers on!” he raised his eyebrows and all his men laughed.

“Like you’ve ever seen or will see my knickers.” You made sure his men heard, and they did. They roared with laughter as you took your food and stormed out. Negan gave them a death glare and they immediately stopped.

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My favorite part about working the day after a party holiday is waking up drunk patients and telling them they’re in the ER. I love being able to see, on their faces, the moment they discover where they are and then realize they have no idea how they got here.

I imagine it’s like watching your kid open presents on Christmas morning. But with less joy. And more vomiting.

Imagine Chris asking your dad for your hand.

A/N: Part 4 is a little longer, but we’re nearing the end! Hope you enjoy this! X (Read Part 1/Part 2/Part 3.)

Olive and Sebastian sat at one of the snow covered tables in the coffee house, chatting and playing with Dodger while you rang your dad; he was apparently your next clue. You listened to the phone ring and shook your head, chuckling softly to yourself. If your father picked up and was part of the scavenger hunt, you had to tip your hat off to Chris; that man was a workaholic who spent majority of his time in scrubs, he barely had time for anything let alone your boyfriend’s way of keeping the romance alive. The longer the phone rang, the more you started to doubt. Perhaps your dad wasn’t the clue, but what else could Chris have meant when he said “there won’t be a day where he’ll stop worrying about you, but he can rest easy knowing you’ve got me in your life now.” It had to be your dad, there was no one else.

The call unsurprisingly went to his voicemail, but it wasn’t his usual voicemail. “This is Richard. If you’ve reached my voicemail, it means I’ve ignored your call. I apologize, but I’m too busy running errands with Captain America to come to your aid. If you need anything, there are plenty of other doctors available at Alexander Van Heusen Memorial.”

You were about to redial or ask Olive for the walkie-talkie when you heard a soft tap on the glass. You turned around and chuckled in absolute amazement when you saw your dad; he smiled and waved. “I’ll be damned,” you made your way outside with the others following behind.

Sebastian took the leash from Olive so she could run over to your dad, wrapping her tiny arms around his legs. He chuckled and leaned over to kiss the top of her head, “I see you’re having a ball with Y/N.” Olive looked up at him and nodded with a wide grin. “Hi sweetheart,” he smiled at you.

“Dad,” you chuckled softly, “what are you doing here? And what’s with the new voicemail? Is Chris’ scavenger hunt really more important than saving lives?” You quizzed teasingly with a raised brow and he chuckled.

“Today it is,” he nodded and your eyes narrowed slightly in confusion. “I’m meant to give you this,” he passed you a single key on a Captain America shield keychain. “And this,” he passed you an white envelope. “There’s a cab waiting for you to take you to the next location.” He said and beckoned at the yellow cab behind him.

“You’re not driving me?”

“My days of driving you around are over, kid.” He chuckled softly as he wrapped you into a tight hug. “That’s Chris’ job now, as is worrying about you and taking care of you and loving you unconditionally. You are his responsibility now,” he pulled away and cupped your face in his hand, “my precious baby girl. I am so proud of you and so happy for you, there was nothing I wanted more for you than true love.”

“Dad,” you laughed. “You’re talking like you’ve just sold me to Chris and will never see me again.” You joked and he chuckled. “I’m not going anywhere, I’ve still got a million milestones to get through with my family before I disappear with a family of my own. Olive’s only eight and I plan to be on her beck and call at least until she’s twenty-one,” you looked down at your sister and winked; she smiled. “You’re not going to lose me, and I’m never going to stop being your responsibility.” You told your dad and hugged him.

“He’s a good guy, you know that right?”

“Yeah,” you smiled when your boyfriend’s face- and apparently soon to be fiancé- came to mind. “If he weren’t, you wouldn’t have let this relationship last as long as it has.” You chuckled softly as you pulled away. “And you definitely wouldn’t have given him your approval when he asked if he could marry me.”

“I told him I’d give it away.”

“I kind of figured it out after the first clue,” you admitted with a smile. “Marriage has always been on the table, we just- haven’t found the right time. Plus, I know Chris. He is not the kind of guy who would do something this big if he didn’t have something bigger planned. He’s an actor who dabbles in directing, he likes his theatrics.”

“That he does,” your dad agreed. “You should probably get going, that boy has been waiting all day to slip a ring on your finger.” He told you and you chuckled as he steered you towards the cab. “Let’s not keep your future waiting any longer, shall we?”

“Of course not,” you shook your head, smiling.

“Good luck, Sissy.” Olive called as you got into the cab.

“Catch you on the flip side, Mrs. Evans,” Sebastian waved.
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The drive to the undisclosed location looked rather familiar, you couldn’t quite put your finger on why but you knew you’d been there before. You asked the driver how long the drive was going to take only to have him ignore you. You figured it was ‘cause Chris told him not to speak to you so you left it, diverting your attention to the key and envelope in your hand instead. There wasn’t much to the key, it was just a key; you slipped that into your pocket and opened the envelope, pulling out the letter Chris wrote when he started planning the scavenger hunt.

My dearest Y/N,

As I’m writing this letter, you’re five feet away from me fast asleep in my bed. You look breathtakingly beautiful, as always, with your makeup free face and disheveled hair. Dodger’s awake; he’s on the floor next to you ready to pounce on anyone- including me- to protect your beauty sleep. It’s nice knowing he loves you as much as I do, and I hope that he’ll replicate that same great love for our future children. (Or child, if you only want one. But whenever you’re ready and whatever you want, so no pressure.)

Now I know you must be wondering by now why I’m writing this letter to you, chances are that when you’re reading this- you’re on your way to meet me so I can propose to you. (I’d say ‘don’t freak out’, but I’m sure your smart brain already figured out what was happening before you got this letter.) I’m writing this letter because I want to say a few things that I know I won’t get through in person- without crying anyway. (And I also want to waste no time when you’re in front of me. I’m just going to drop to one knee and ask you to marry me without making a big speech first, ‘cause I’ve waited long enough and I am not going to wait another second for you to be my fiancée.) So let’s get to you, shall we?

The night we met wasn’t as big of a coincidence as you’d like to believe, the whole thing was actually the result of my puppeteering. I could credit Sebastian, who you’ve known for a while now, but he had no idea what he was doing when he answered my very innocent question “that actress Kevin just casted, um- what’s her name? Y/N Y/L/N? Isn’t she a friend of yours, why don’t you invite her too?” He thought I was just being nice, that I had no idea who you were and wanted to get to know you before we started work together; he was very wrong. Hearing you got casted in The Winter Soldier was possibly one of the best days of my life, I’d been a fan for so long that- I didn’t see it as an opportunity to work with an amazing actress, I saw it as an opportunity to make you fall in-love with me. I thought it would be hard, but then again, I didn’t expect the beautiful and talented Y/N Y/L/N to be a fan of mine.

So yes, I’ve loved you for a while now. A long while, actually. I would’ve chased after you earlier but I was a little afraid you weren’t what I’d imagined you to, and a little afraid I wasn’t going to meet your standard of the perfect man. (After I read that interview you had with Cosmopolitan, I honestly thought being with you was a pipe dream.) But meeting you and getting to know you and seeing how you were with your parents and your little sister, I realized that you were exactly the person I thought you to be. And dating you made me realize that while I may not be perfect, I could be for you. In our four years of dating, you’d never failed to make me feel like I was enough. Even when we fought, there wasn’t a doubt in my mind that you were the one for me and I could do this for the rest of my life.

Flash forward to the present day, right? I’m hoping as you’re reading this, you’re smiling and thinking about our future together. I’m hoping that you don’t have a doubt in your mind about me, that you will say yes when I ask because you love me and you want to grow old with me. I know it’s not always easy because we’re constantly away from each other, and that sometimes phone calls and FaceTime sessions aren’t enough. I know we get tired and heartbroken when the other is on the other side of the world for months on end, but I also know what we have is special enough to hold on to. It’s not all bad. We’ve managed for four years, I think we can manage for the rest of our lives- or at least until we become irrelevant. (Doubt you will, my shining star.) Until then, we can visit, make full use of our hiatus/breaks, and of course- there’s always auditioning for the same film so even on the other side of the world, we’ll be together. There are a million loopholes and I am willing to find them with you, if you’ll have me.

Oh, and one final thing.

I know we’ve always talked about Boston being our home base because that’s my hometown and that’s why my heart is, but I’ve changed my mind. You are where my heart is now, wherever you go- that’s where I’ll go, that’s where my home is. Now I know you love me and I am your home too, but so is Olive. I know we talked about moving to Boston because I have a house there, but I can’t knowing that moving means making you start a long distance relationship with your baby sister. She’s eight and she needs you, so Boston can wait at least until she’s eighteen and ready for university. (She’s going to attend university at my alma mater, by the way.) Until then, we can just stay in our home in California which you should be arriving at at any moment now.

Love,
Chris.

You looked out the window as the cab slowed to a stop. Your smile reached your eyes when you saw Chris standing next to a real estate sign, he smiled at you then slapped a big sold sticker on the sign. You got out of the cab then realized why you found the drive here so familiar, this was the open house Chris dragged you before he left for Houston. You loved it upon seeing it because it checked off every box in your criteria, you thought it was fate but you had no idea that Chris had actually spent the last year and a half looking for it and fixing it up. It didn’t occur to you that the questions he asked- “if you could change one thing about your kitchen, what would it be?”, “don’t you think a pool would be great?”, “how beautiful would a rose garden be?”, “if you could choose, hardwood or carpet?- was used to refine his search with his real estate agent. You didn’t know that the open house wasn’t actually an open house and you’d laughed when he said he was going to buy it, thinking he was joking because of the plans to move to Boston eventually. Boy, were you wrong about everything.

“Is this a joke?” You chuckled breathily as you made your way over to him.

“Nope,” he shook his head and took your hand in his, entwining his fingers with yours. “Welcome home, Y/N.”


Part 5

Request (anon): Seb is not that into wedding planning as the reader?

A/N: I had to slightly change the request. I feel like Seb’s the ‘give his girl the wedding of her dreams’ kinda guy, but that he would most definitely be helpful in the process. So, instead, he’s just too tired to be as helpful as usual? Either way, hope you guys like it

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Attempting to keep his focus, Sebastian reaches forward for his nearly empty glass of wine. As he finishes it off, he realizes the drink might not mix well with his exhaustion.

In all honesty, he is not quite certain what the exact topic of conversation is but he knows it is surrounding a wedding. His wedding to be exact. After a sixteen hour day, including a flight home after a day of press, Sebastian was ready to crawl into his bed. A bed he hasn’t laid down in for three months. Yet, he finds himself seated at a table in a crowded restaurant trying to make sense of the different flower arrangements being thrown around.

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