Ok so I’ve finally
gotten around to doing this highly requested post based off this post and I’m
sorry to all those who had been waiting for ages for it to come out but here it
How to Annotate a
Look I’m actually
doing the play Medea at the moment so this can be used for other texts apart
from novels too!
Like I’ve said before,
I know lots of people don’t want to taint their texts with writing and highlighting,
but to me, it is so so satisfying when I finish with a fully annotated book
with tabs flying out of every page and all that, plus it acts as a sweet
resource once it’s done.
((Hopefully by the
time you’ve gotten around to this level of annotating, you’ve read through your
text already and maybe even put down some initial thoughts in the margins.))
To put it simply, I
have three levels of coordination when it comes to annotating a novel: words,
tabs and sticky notes.
big chunks of text you can’t fit in the margins of your book, such as summaries
of characters, themes, etc
also get those big chunks of info to stand out from the rest of the novel
If you’re reading
a larger text with chapters, it’s quite handy to use big sticky notes to summarise
2. Tabs (and
these are the tabs I have sticking out of my book and they’re used for quick
references, where I can easily search up a type of quote quickly in the novel
without having to flip through every page.
of the tabs I use are the same colours as my highlighters, so it is easy to see
where the quote is and which tab it corresponds to.
the specific quote rather than leaving a tab there by itself, for future
reference when you need a specific quote, but if you’ve got a massive chunk
that is just too important to pick out a small quote, use a square bracket on
the inside margin. Smaller quotes are better.
Have a tab
for broad topics such as characters, themes, literary devices, plot developments,
context, etc. If you have more colours, you can always make your categories
more specific (for me, the character of Medea is separate to the rest of the
the main idea on the tab itself, a.k.a. the reason why I highlighted or tabbed
that quote there.
quotes to highlight depends on
What we go
through in class
written as an important quote in the text guide we are given/the internet
think is important. If you’re not sure, ask yourself WHY is that quote
important and if you can answer that, highlight it!!!
explanation of quotes is written on the actual pages, and often right under a
tab to elaborate.
using a thin pen as in 0.38 to really fit in as much as possible.
as well as tabbing is so so important, because you can highlight as much as you
want, but it really won’t mean anything until you’ve written down its
significance, and even if you have an amazing memory, this is vital ok. Even a
few words along the margin explaining the quote can mean the difference between
good writing and great writing in your upcoming essay.
What do I
actually write? If it’s a literary device, I’ll name it (e.g. Metaphor) and
explain its symbolism, or the author’s intention for putting that in. If it’s a
theme related quote, I’ll explain the message that the author is trying to
convey through that quote. If it’s a character related quote, I’ll explain how
that quote adds to their character, maybe finding contrasts, etc.
Supplies that I used
(pink, orange, yellow, blue, aqua; gotta get that colour coding)
- Pilot Frixion
Signo TSI (erasable like the frixion pen so that if I’m not too sure about what
I’ve written as an annotation, I can check with the teacher and erase if need
- A set of
1000 tabs in total, divided among pink, orange, yellow, green and blue
- Pastel square sticky notes
As an optional step, I
highly recommend making use of the back cover or spare pages in the book. I use
them for writing definitions of recurring words, good vocabulary to use in the
future when writing the essay and also character maps, explaining the
relationship between each character.
I hope you all find
((disclaimer: this is
just how I do it so don’t shank me pls))
Setptember 5, 1982: Fleetwood Mac performs at the ‘US Festival’ in San Bernardino.
“Everybody was smoking a lot of pot and doing other drugs, but that night we were pretty sober, because the audience was so huge and we didn’t want to make a mistake. It was a long set and it was a great set. When we left, Robin and I flew over the festival and I swear to God we felt like the whole audience waved to us. I told the pilot to go slow because we needed to take this in. We believed in the energy from all those people.“ - Stevie Nicks
A/N: This is set in the episode Faith from season 1. I just recently watched it again and felt the need to write this. I’m always wanting to comfort Dean when he feels like he isn’t worth a damn I want him to know he is. So I wrote this. I also worked it in for @ravengirl94‘s 1.5k writing challange. You will find the line “Why don’t you come over here and make me,” in the fic. Hope you like it girl. And congrats on your milestone. :D The gif was submitted by the lovely @winchester-writes. She knows how to send the ones that will eventually inspire a story. :)
I Do Not Own The GIF. All Credit Goes to Owner Wherever He/She Is.
JEFF X READER
Monet’s was everyone’s go-to cafe whether it be in the mornings before school, afternoons after school, or someplace to grab a quick bite to eat for dinner. So, of course, this is where Clay finds you and your boyfriend Jeff grabbing a bite to eat.
“Hey, guys, I’m really sorry to interrupt, but I need a favor.”
Jeff immediately glances up, on edge, and you smile sheepishly at Clay since he had walked up right when you had taken an enormous bite of your sandwich. “What happened? What’s wrong?” Jeff asks and you roll your eyes in good humor at the protectiveness your boyfriend feels over the Jensen boy.
“Uh, nothing..?” Clay frowns. “I just- my phone died. I was looking for Tony, but I can’t find him anywhere. Can I use one of your phones?”
Hey y’all, look at that angry twitch on the left side of Chris’s face. That right there is one of the huge reasons I love him and why he’s my Doctor. His acting is so subtle and powerful. He doesn’t need to act loud, goofy, flamboyant, flirty, grumpy, or oblivious to make an impact. He doesn’t even need to talk. He just needs to be there. That’s all it takes. He can sum up how he feels with the smallest of movements or just a look and to me that is brilliant acting.
anonymous requested: Omg I’m so happy you’re taking request, your writing is awesome! I was wondering if you could do one with Negan helping you bandage a scrape and cool off after a very trying day. Super fluffy?
Character(s): Negan and Reader Summary: After sorting out the supplies from a successful run on a hot, summer’s day, you accidentally cut yourself after opening a box with your knife. Negan takes notice and decides to take care of it himself. Word Count: 2,194 Warning: Fluff!!! Author’s Note: Thank you to the anon who sent this request in! As of late, I am a sucker for fluffy!Negan for some reason! So, I hope this is just exactly what you imagined when you asked for super fluffy ;-). Enjoy!
It was nearly 1:30 in the morning when you found yourself walking home from a night out with some friends. It was a night that you needed after a hellish week. It seemed like you had more meetings and paperwork than normal.
The bar that you met your friends at was one of your favorites. The bartenders were nice and friendly and the prices for the drinks weren’t half bad. It felt good to sit around with the people that you are closest to and recap on your week.
A/N: This was requested by anon! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much!! <3 <3
Gabriel knew he loved you the second he laid eyes on you. However, he never came forward with his feelings, and neither did you. The two of you loved each other and neither of you knew how the other felt.
When Sam, Dean, and Cas came back, Gabriel went from excited to horrified within a matter of seconds. The Winchesters were leaning on each other as Castiel carried you in his arms. Your clothes were soaked with blood. He was sure most of it was your own, judging from the gashes on your arms.
“What the hell happened,” Gabriel asked urgently, taking you from Castiel’s arms. “Why didn’t you call for my help?”
Summary: Carl finds reader fixing a CD player in the library, when she does she forces him to dance with her
The club isn’t the best place to find a lover So the bar is where I go Me and my friends at the table doing shots Drinking fast and then we talk slow
Come over and start up a conversation with just me And trust me I’ll give it a chance now Take my hand, stop, put Van the Man on the jukebox And then we start to dance, and now I’m singing like
“Hey, Carl!” You grinned as you noticed the teen walking into the library that you sort of worked at. He looked up at the sound of your voice, a small smile on his lips.
“Hey.” He spoke, a small smile on his face. “Is it okay if I sit with you for a bit? I’ve got nothing to do.” You gave him a nod before going back to the CD player you’d found, attempting to make it work. “Yeah, that’s fine. I was pretty bored anyways.”
Carl sat down next to you at the table, setting Judith down so that she could play with some toys that you’d set out for her the last time she and Carl had come to visit you. The library had sort of been your ‘safe haven’ if you will, it was always the place you went if you needed some peace and quiet or just needed away from everyone else. Not a lot of people went there, but you practically lived there. And thankfully, it was the one place the saviors hadn’t completely raided.
“What’re you doing?” He questioned, glancing to Judith every few seconds to make sure she was alright. Your eyebrows were furrowed and your bottom lip was half sucked into your mouth in concentration as you worked on the CD player,“I’m trying to get this stupid thing to work. I haven’t heard actual music in a long time and it’d be nice to hear some.” He nodded, leaning back in his chair,“Yeah, it would. I didn’t realize how much I took it for granted.”
Imagine Chris and your daughter surprising you at work.
A/N: I’m on a roll, two in one day. :D Sooooo muuuuuch fluuuufff. You need to just have a kid already, Chris, so you can be the cutest, bestest dad around. X
Your four year old daughter held her dad’s large hand as they walked through the hallways of Paramount Studio looking for you. They were running errands when they drove past the studio and decided to surprise you with a drop-in, mainly because your daughter couldn’t wait till tonight to give you the rose she- well, Chris bought you.
“Do you think Mama is going like this?” Harper looked up at her dad with your pretty Y/E/C eyes, holding up the single red rose; Chris nodded, smiling. “But wouldn’t she want more than one rose?”
“It’s the thought that counts, bug.” Chris scooped her up into his arms and poked her sides, making her giggle. “And it doesn’t matter how many roses you get Mama, she’s going to love it anyway ‘cause she’s a sucker for roses.”
You were right behind them when Chris said that, as one of your interns had informed you that your husband and daughter were wandering the hallways looking for you. You chuckled softly at the language your husband had chosen to use around your impressionable four year old. It wasn’t bad per se, but it wasn’t a word you wanted your four year old to be spouting.
“She’s also a sucker for chocolates,” Harper said and Chris nodded; another chuckle escaped your throat and you shook your head in disapproval. “We should’ve got her some. I think she likes the golden ones, the ones with the wrappers that she makes into tiny roses.”
“You mean Ferrero Rochers?” Chris quizzed and Harper nodded. “Well done, bug. That is one of your mom’s favorite chocolates and I picked up some at the supermarket. Look at you,” he chuckled, “you’ve got the memory of an elephant.” He made elephant noises, making her laugh and you smile; his choice of words weren’t always the best, but he was still an amazing husband and father.
“Well well well, look who we have here.” You began and Chris turned around with Harper in his arms; both their eyes lit up upon seeing you. “What are you two trouble makers up to?” You asked as you walked over.
“Mama!” Harper barreled towards you as soon as Chris put her down. You bent over, catching and lifting her into your arms when she jumped. “Mama, I’ve missed you so much.” She whispered into your ear, wrapping her small arms around your neck.
“Hey you,” you smiled at Chris as he placed a hand on your arm, leaning forward to peck you on the lips. “What’s that?” You gasped excitedly when Chris pulled away and Harper leaned back to give you the rose she bought you. “Wow, thank you sweetheart. This just made my day,” you smacked a loud kiss on her cheek and she giggled.
“We just thought we’d drop by and see you, give you a few hugs and kisses because you’ve got a long day ahead of you.” Chris told you and Harper nodded in agreement; you smiled. “How’s everything sailing?” He asked and you hugged Harper, holding her close so you could roll your eyes over her shoulder. “That bad, huh?” He chuckled softly.
“You of all people should know how bad directing can get, especially with cocky actors who don’t show up on time. I mean- you worked with Chris Evans, right?” You teased him and he laughed, nodding. “Honestly-” you chuckled wearily then sighed, giving him a small smile, “there’s no one I’d rather work with.”
“Aw, baby,” Chris pouted sympathetically, giving your arm a gentle squeeze. “You know there’s no one I’d rather work with too, but we’re parents now.” He reminded you, rubbing Harper’s back. “It’s time we learn to work with other people,” he said and you nodding, pouting. “Just do me a favor and don’t fall in-love with your next handsome lead,” he winked then smiled when you chuckled.
“Only if you promise not to fall in-love with your next pretty director.”
“The Russo brothers are my next directors,” Chris chuckled and you laughed, “I think I’ll be fine.”
“Mrs. Evans?” One of your interns called and you turned around. Chris smiled because this was the first time he heard someone call you Mrs. Evans at work as you were always referred to by your maiden name; it was probably because he was there. “You’re needed on set.” As soon as Harper heard that, she tightened her hold on you.
“Tell them I’ll be right there,” you nodded and the intern disappeared around the corner.
“No, Mama,” Harper’s voice quivered slightly, making your heart ache as you hugged her as tightly as she was hugging you. “Please don’t go,” she mumbled into the crook of your neck. “I don’t want you to go.”
You felt your eyes start to well with tears and you looked to Chris, pressing your lips together to suppress your urge to cry. “Don’t start,” he mouthed and shook his head, giving you the smile that would always make you smile; it worked. “C'mon, sweetheart.” Chris gently rubbed Harper’s back, trying to take her from you. “Let’s go home, we’ll see Mama later.”
“No,” Harper shrugged off her dad’s touch, making him sigh. “I don’t want to go,” she huffed, clutching onto you. “I want to stay here with you, Mama.” You beckoned your head for Chris to follow you as you started to make your way to where you were needed while still carrying your stubborn four year old.
“But what are you going to do here with me, baby?” You asked gently and she leaned back in your arms so she could meet your gaze. “I’m going to be busy directing and you don’t know anyone I’m working with. It’s not like Daddy’s set, you won’t have Uncle Seba or Auntie Scar or Uncle Rob to play with you.”
“I can just sit quietly and watch you work,” Harper responded with a grin.
“You could, but I promise you you’d have more fun with Daddy at home.” You told her and she wiggled her tiny mouth from side to side, pondering. “Like I said, it’s not like Daddy’s set. You’re going to be all by yourself, sitting quietly. That sounds so boring, don’t you think?”
“Bug, c'mon. You promised you wouldn’t do this.” Chris reminded her and she sighed. He knew you were on a tight schedule and you needed to stay focus which was why he made Harper promise she wouldn’t do any of what she was currently doing before he took her here. “Your mom’s on a tight schedule, do you remember what that means?”
“Yeah,” Harper nodded, pouting.
“So let’s go home so she can finish work quickly and come home in time for dinner,” Chris told her and she looked between the both of you, still pondering who she wanted to go with and what she’d get to do. “Do you remember what we’re having for dinner? Pi…” He trailed off.
“Zza!” She finished, holding out her arms for her dad to take her. “Okay, let’s go home.” Chris smiled at you, a little too smug for your liking. He’d always been good with kids, you knew that before you married him; it was actually one of the reasons you married him. “Bye Mama,” she leaned over and pecked you on the cheek.
“Bye, sweetheart.” You booped her nose and she giggled. “I’ll see you two at home,” you said and pecked Chris on the lips. “Hopefully in time for dinner,” you pursed your lips, knowing there was a small chance you weren’t going to be.
“Just tell your cast and crew Captain America will come in here armed and ready to whoop their asses if they don’t cut their shit out.” Chris told you, smiling; you chuckled because both of you had completely forgotten that you were in your four year old daughter’s presence until…
“Yeah,” Harper nodded with furrowed brows, “tell them Captain America will come in here armed and ready to whoop their-” Chris covered her mouth, both of you laughing, before she could finish.
A/N: Oh look, a Castiel fic that I have all ready for all of you! I hope you like this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much!! <3
The wind blew through your hair as you sat on a bench in the park. It was delightfully breezy and not too cold. You had your earbuds in, listening to music as the wind tousled your hair softly. You dipped your head as a single tear escaped your eye. As the tear fell you felt a small rush of wind behind you. You figured it was just the wind so you had ignored it.
You almost fell of the bench startled at the sudden figure that sat down beside you. You had not seen him before. You almost got the knife that you had always carried in your pocket out, but you were suddenly wrapped in this man’s arms. You almost fought the strange man off, but you oddly felt safe. You wrapped your arms around him, resting your head on his chest. He had on a trench coat and a suit, but his tie wasn’t on right. You thought that it was odd, but you liked it oddly enough.
“Who are you,” you whispered thinking he wouldn’t hear you.
This takes place around season 2, episode 5 when Daryl is taken down
by his own arrow. He’s rushed to Hershel, needing help taking the arrow
out of his side, but you aren’t able to see Daryl in this shape. Not
until he calls for you, begging you to stay by his side.
Warnings: Language and a bit of sexual indication.
The baby won’t stop crying, neither can you or Maggie. Tears
stream down your face as Daryl hugs you close, as if he may lose you again. It
was too much to see Maggie cut the baby out, too much to see Lori lay so still,
her body going limp, but you couldn’t handle Carl shooting his own mother.
Seeing the rest of your group should have made you happy,
but you notice not only Lori missing, but T-Dog and Carol as well.
Daryl rubs your back, trying his best to calm you down as he
talks to Rick, whose on the ground, rolling in his own tears.
“Rick! Stay with us.” Daryl calls, letting go of you and
waving a hand in front of Rick’s face. He goes silent, not moving, not
speaking, no sound coming from him at all.
“The baby needs food.” Hershel calls from the steps.
You look over, watching Maggie hand the baby over to Carl
and hugging onto Glenn. Carl starts to walk away and tries to calm her down.
“We got anythin’ a baby eats?” Daryl asks. “No, s’pose not.
I’ll make a run.”
“I’ll come with you.” Maggie pulls away from Glenn and
stands straight, wiping the tears from her face. “I have to.”
“Me too.” You look from Daryl to Maggie, daring either one
of them to say no.
“Is that such a good idea?” Maggie lowers her voice. She thinks
you’re crazy, too. That you lost your mind in there. “I mean…”
“I’m going.” You say through your teeth. You glance over to
see Daryl whispering something to Beth. She nods and runs off, talking to Carl.
You don’t know why a little bit of jealousy shoots through you, after all, that’s
Beth. She’s younger than you, and Daryl never cared much about her before.
Daryl starts shouting orders, pointing all over the place.
His orders are rough like gravel, sending chills down your spine every time he
spoke, getting a little angrier if no one paid attention. He looks like a
He waves Maggie over and you instantly follow, Glenn just
behind you. He’s saying something about a store being empty already, but you
aren’t really listening. You’re looking around, looking at all the walkers that
have started showing up around the fence, thanks to all the noise from earlier.
“I can only take one.” Daryl says, pulling you out of your
“What?” You say, a little dumbfounded that Daryl wouldn’t bring
all of you.
“One.” He throws his leg over his bike and grabs onto the
“I’m going.” Glenn says and starts over, but Maggie holds
“I’m going.” She insists.
You hold up your hands and look at them. “Excuse me, I
should be the one to go.”
Maggie looks over at you, pity on her face with her eyebrows
furrowed and her mouth turned down. She sighs. “Y/N, I think you should lay
down. That was a lot…”
“No, I will go with him. I can make runs now, I’m good.” You
cross your arms over your chest and raise an eyebrow. “Am I good for nothing
“Hey,” Daryl jumps off his bike and walks over. “What’s the
Glenn looks away, not wanting to get in the middle of this.
“She should stay behind, get some rest.”
Daryl looks at you and puts his hands on his hips. “You
causin’ trouble?” His tone was teasing, but you aren’t in the mood.
You roll your eyes and point to Maggie. “Why does she get to
go? I want to do something. Get me out of here.”
Daryl nods to his bike. “Get on.” He looks at you and then
Maggie. “Stay with Beth. She and I needa talk.” He moves over and gets back on.
Daryl breaks a window and looks inside the house. Things
were quiet between you two, which is fine for you. You aren’t in a talking
mood. You want to get the stuff on the list Maggie gave you and go, though the
prison isn’t exactly where you want to go to, but it’ll have to do. Daryl doesn’t
want to leave and you know that.
You find the door is unlocked. You simply kick it up and
walk inside, not bothering to raise your gun as you walk by the room Daryl is
trying to break into.
He spots you and freezes. “Hey!” He whispers.
You ignore him and walk into the kitchen, where you start
pulling open cabinets and drawers. You find a few cans of baby formula and a
bottle that looks like it will do the job. You stuff those into your bag just
before Daryl comes up behind you and pulls you around to face him.
“The hell’re you doin’?” He growls. “Tryna get yourself
“Just trying to get this shit so we can leave.” You grab the
bag and swing it over your shoulder.
Daryl grabs onto a strap the bag has on the front and keeps
you in place. Half of you thinks about swinging around and clocking him, but
you decide against it, since he is stronger and can probably sense that you are
about to do so. “Talk to me.”
“About what?” You look at him, facing him and crossing your
arms. “About the fact I was supposed to help deliver a baby? The fact I
witnessed a son killing his mother without batting an eye? The fact that we now
have to be super careful because at any second a horde of walkers will come
walking up to us in the one place we thought was safe?”
Daryl tilts his head and squints his eyes. “Wha? That’s what
this is about?”
“No.” You throw your arms up in the air. He couldn’t
understand. “Maybe. Daryl, I’m just so sick and tired of moving! We found a
place. We were supposed to be this big, happy family and now that’s impossible!
And then you didn’t want me coming along today, which was even worse and—“
Daryl pulls you to him, wrapping those muscly arms
protectively around your small frame and hugging you close. He plants a kiss on
your lips, most likely to have you stop talking. You admit to yourself that
your little outburst wouldn’t help anything, this was unstoppable. This is how
the new world works, people are different.
You stand on your tiptoes so Daryl can stand up straight
instead of curving down to meet you. He backs the two of you up until your back
hits the wall of the hallway and his overly large hands rest on either side of
your shoulders. He keeps you in place by squishing you between his legs and
pressing against your chest with his.
He growls a little as you touch his broad shoulders,
shrugging until you understood that he wants you to hold your hands behind his
Once you’re holding onto him, he grabs your thighs and pulls
them around his waist, still holding you against the wall as he tries to kiss
you harder, not realizing his own strength, but you don’t want to stop him.
The rush of the moment engulfs Daryl and you, sending the
two of you into a blinding heap on the floor, tangled within each other as the
afternoon continues on, a bird chirping in the background as the only noise
through the whole house.
It hits you only after it’s done. Daryl is lying on you, his
face buried in your fully clothed chest. His pants are still around his ankles,
though yours seem to be missing from sight. You glance around, hoping that they’re
in reach and you can slip them on quickly—no luck.
Daryl moves and lifts his head up, his eyes meeting yours.
His cheeks practically glow in the dim sunlight as he looks down, a little
chuckle leaving his lips. “That jus’ happened…”
You nod, trying to keep the blanket you must have found
somehow in the act and covered you two with. “You didn’t have to do that…” You
mutter, still trying to spot your pants. The house is a mess anyway, there’s no
telling where they landed.
He stops trying to pull his pants up and looks at you. “I
thought… ya needed the distraction.”
“We don’t need another pregnancy.” You think you see your
jeans. You lean over and snatch them up, pulling them on quickly before Daryl
“Whoa.” Daryl follows your lead, buckling his ripped up
jeans and standing beside you. “I ain’t tryna impregnate you, Y/N.” He reaches
out for your shoulder but you pull away
and cross your arms over your chest.
Tears sting your eyes, you try to blink them away so he
doesn’t see how upset you are. “I don’t want to become another Lori…”
You hear his footsteps walk over to you and feel his hand on
your back. He gently rubs between your shoulder blades and kisses the top of
your head. “I ain’t lettin’ that happen. We ain’t gotta make love no more…”
You turn around and wipe away the tears from under your
eyes. “Make love?”
Baby cries harder which each passing minute. You follow
Daryl inside, carrying the bag full of baby supplies you hope are needed to
raise a newborn.
You set the bag on a table and Maggie and Beth rush over,
Beth making up a bottle as quickly as she can.
You glance over and see Daryl holding the baby. He’s got her
head placed on his elbow for support and his other hand lying on her tummy
until Beth hands him the bottle. He sticks it in her mouth, making her quiet—finally.
“You’re so good with her.” You say gently, no longer mad.
How could you be? Daryl is good with kids, he always has been. Sophia, Carl,
now Carl’s little sister.
Daryl smiles at you, a certain twinkle in his eye that told
you everything will be okay.
A/N: Epilogue 😊 Sorry this chapter was short, and sorta…weird. I don’t know what I was writing, if I’m being honest. I was kind of just writing stuff that came to my mind, or stuff I got from my everyday life (conversations with the ever wonderful @yourenotrogers, for example) I don’t think I really had a plot, but it worked out so- onwards and upwards. 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/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5)
By the time December rolled around, pre-production was almost done. You had a few things to finalize before the shoot could start, and seeing as the shoot was schedule right after the New Year- you had a fairly busy December. You worked up until the 21st, and apologized to Chris the entire time because of how much you were missing. It didn’t help your conscience that Chris had declined his family’s invitation for the annual Disney World trip in Florida. He said it was because Jack was still a baby, but you knew it was because of your work schedule. This was the second time Chris had to pull out of the annual trip, the first time being last year when you were pregnant. You felt so bad you begged him to go and have fun, assuring him the three of you would be fine because your parents were more than happy to drive down and stay for the week. Chris laughed in your face, calling you “ridiculous” for suggesting it. He told you he appreciated the notion, but he wasn’t going anywhere without his wife and baby.
Despite how busy you were, you still had time with your family. You managed a Saturday as well as your usual Sundays where the three of you would go run some Christmas associated errands: tree decorating, gift wrapping, visiting Santa’s Village at your local mall, baking of Christmas cookies, and holiday card photographs. And after the 21st, they had your undivided attention. You all watched Christmas movies, drank hot cocoa, roasted marshmallows outside over the fire pit, dressed in matching Christmas pajamas, and just spent time together as a family.
On the morning of Christmas Eve, the four of you headed down to your parents’ place with plans to stay until Boxing Day. You were excited for Christmas as it was your favorite holiday, but you were more excited to see your older brother. He recently got engaged to the amazing Erica, the girl he’d been with for almost three years now; three years in January actually. The pressure had been on for him since you got engaged to Chris, it further increased when you had Jack. Whenever you and Chris had Donovan and Erica over for dinner, he’d complain about how much pressure your mom was putting on them to get married and have kids. She was hoping her first child would have a child of his own before her second had her second, though you and Chris assured her it was going to be awhile before that happened. Whatever pushed him to finally proposed, you were glad because Erica was as perfect for him as Chris was for you. They were yet to set a wedding date, but at least she had a ring on her finger.
New Year’s came and went as quickly as Thanksgiving and Christmas had. You and Chris actually had a good New Year’s, leaving Jack and Dodger with your parents so you could go to the Downey’s. They had a big New Year’s bash that majority of the Marvel cast and their partners attended, minus a few familiar faces who already had plans. Sebastian and Ava, Chris and Elsa, and Paul and Julie. You were hoping to see Sebastian and Ava, and were devastated when you heard they were sticking with the plan to fly out to LA when Jack turned one. It made sense, even you and Chris didn’t want to fly with Jack unless you really had to. Not only was it a huge job to fly with a baby, you didn’t think frequent flights were good for babies and their immune systems. It wasn’t long now, Jack was turning one in March meaning you and Chris were finally going to meet your godson. Likewise, Sebastian and Ava were finally going to meet theirs. As eager as you were for that to happen, you didn’t really have time to fixate on it as it was now the 15th of January and you were two weeks into your shoot.
Your main cast consisted of four people, and a dog as adorable as Dodger. Most of them were new to the industry like you were, so they made for a good, compromising team. Your leads were all a few years older than you, but they remained respectful and open minded to your direction. While it was because they were all genuinely nice people who saw your small production as an opportunity rather than a chore, it was also because they were fans. They were all fans of Chris, that was pointless to mention. But the girls were actually fans of your work, having followed you on Tumblr when you were still active and reading what was still there despite your leave. They couldn’t believe you were finally doing what you’d said you’d do, and that you actually married the celebrity you wrote about.
Said celebrity was on your set at least twice a week, offering advice where you and your cast needed. Chris being there was always reassuring, like a safety blanket that you could hide under when things got too overwhelming. He’d leave Jack with your parents, sometimes with Donovan and Erica when he visited. He never brought Jack on set because you both agreed it was too out in the open, but he did bring him in when you were working at the studio. Twice a week was the minimum, with thrice being the maximum. Chris would’ve stopped by everyday if it was allowed, but it wasn’t because that wasn’t the point of his hiatus. The point was for him to take it easy and spend time with Jack because unlike you, when he started work his job was going to take him all over the globe and not just a couple hours from home.
Today was one of Chris’ days on your set, and though he was a fountain of knowledge and advice- he was also quite disruptive. He was currently sat behind you, chatting quietly with one of your crew guys. At least, quiet was what he thought he was being. It was no wonder, during your set visits, that Anthony and Joe kept you and Chris separated while the cameras were rolling. If he was that loud with a crew guy, he would’ve been even louder with you- his fiancée at that point in time. You loved the big doof, but you really needed him to quiet down so you could finish the scene and call it a day.
“Does she actually?” Chris laughed and you sighed, yanking your headset down to your neck as you turned around. “I honestly thought she only wore the beret when-” He cut himself off when you cleared your throat. “Oh, sorry.” He winced at your deadpan expression. “Am I being too loud?”
“A little bit,” you nodded and he pretended to zip his lips shut. “Can we have silence on the set please?” You called, making sure all those who’d been chatting were now silent too. “Thank you,” you shot Chris a look; both of you tried not to smile when you said that. “Can we go back to your line, Hailey?” You quizzed and she nodded, doing as you instructed.
Chris’ smile surfaced as soon as you turned your back on him. This was not the first time you’d to remind him to be quiet, and you were both sure it wouldn’t be the last. But still, he couldn’t believe it. His wife, a director, had just told him to shut up on her set. Her set! He was so proud of you, and slightly turned on by how well you were handling the authority your new position gave you. He said he was there to help- which he was, yes. But he was mostly there to watch you work, to observe your leadership skills and ability to orchestrate a movie set. You were doing very well for a girl who said she couldn’t direct, and he was so happy to be able to point at you and say, “that’s my wife.” Every day, he grew even more proud of you.
The day’s shoot wrapped around 5:40PM. After your crew packed the equipment up, you held a small briefing about tomorrow’s shoot before you sent them home to rest and rejuvenate. You and Chris weren’t so lucky, you had to stop by the studio to gather your materials for tomorrow’s shoot before you could start the drive out to your parents’ to pick Jack and Dodger up. Only after all that were you going to get to go home. Thankfully, picking Jack and Dodger up at your parents’ place meant that you didn’t have to worry about cooking dinner; your parents made sure to provide that for their busy daughter and her supportive husband.
The location you filmed at today was on private property which meant the public couldn’t get to you. You and Chris were able to walk hand in hand to his car without security personnel leading. Tomorrow’s shoot, however, was going to have Jason Caldwell present; the security detail hired by Chris through his management team. Jason was usually only requested when Chris had a big red carpet event, or if he was taking you somewhere he didn’t think he could handle the crowd and paparazzi on his own. But now, Jason was requested whenever Chris couldn’t be on set with you. Your husband may have been fine letting you take a cab to work every morning, but he was not letting you take a cab home. He made sure Jason was always there to pick you up after work to drive you home, explaining that it saved him from worrying about you being caught by paparazzi or rowdy fan girls. After three years, despite how happy you made their idol who was your husband and the father of your child- there were still a handful of his ‘fans’ that hated every fibre of your being and wanted to see the relationship to fail. Unfortunately for them, that was never, ever going to happen.
“I almost had to kick you off my set today, Chris Evans.”
“I know, I know.” He pulled his hand from yours, doing hand gestures of every kind to overact how apologetic and grateful he was towards you. “I am just- I feel so bad about that. Really, I am so sorry. You’ve got to excuse me, I was just so nervous. But I know now that I should’ve been more respectful to you, Miss Director.” You tried not to laugh as he firmly took your hand, shaking it. “I am so sorry, thank you for being so patient with me. Really, thank you.”
“You are such a dick,” you laughed and tried to yank your hand from his, only to have him tighten his grip. “God,” you groaned and simultaneously giggled. “What on earth did I see in you, Chris Evans?” You joked, and Chris chuckled; he released your hand to wrap an arm around you, pulling you into him. “They say never meet your heroes. I should’ve listened, but no.” He squeezed you as he laughed. “I had to actively fantasize about being with you, and write fan fiction so well you had to come find me. Why?!” You looked up at the sky, shaking your fist while you exclaimed dramatically. “I asked for a Disney Prince, not this!” That made Chris laugh hard enough for him to do his signature left boob grab.
“Don’t think I don’t know you got that whole-” He shook his fist at the sky as a reference to what you just did; you stifled your laughter. “From Salma. I saw your conversation, talking about finding your Disney Princes. What, I’m not enough for you? Huh?” He pretended to bite your neck with a playful growl, making you squeal with laughter.
“You always read the parts that make me look like a total bitch, you never see the rest.” You defended yourself and he chuckled; he was very aware of the rest and reading it always made his heart swell. You’d never said a bad word about him, he was always up on a pedestal. It was fairly obvious from the way you wrote about him, even before you got to know him- he was your perfect man. Even after you got to know him and he did things that confirmed he was as he said, “a guy who does fuck up-” he was still perfect to you.
“Oh, darling. I always read the rest, I’m too curious not to.”
“Yeah, I know,” you nodded. “Which means you know I’m happy ‘cause I got-”
“Captain freakin’ America,” the two of you said in unison, then burst into laughter. “Yeah,” you sighed with a great deal of satisfaction, smiling up at your handsome husband. “I don’t need a Disney Prince when I’ve got a Super Soldier.”
“And this is why you’re my best girl,” Chris smiled, pressing his lips to your hair.