#actor oneshot

[jimsandfruit]

Au inspired by Razzle Dazzle from Chicago 👀👀. Basically Dark has recruited most of the other egos against Actor, but Actor got to Yancy before Dark could. He convinces Yancy that Dark is the bad guy. And not only can he protect him from Dark, but he can give Yancy fame, luxury and anything else he ever wanted.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51526066

[fortheloveoffanfic]

Don’t Be Over Me

John Wick x Reader (A/n-this should have been the third part of The Arrangement, but I got distracted and ended up writing this)

Warnings- Angst 

Blinking slowly, Y/n hoped the motion would brush the hurt out of her eyes while the long sip of her martini would numb the ache in her heart. Why wasn’t he hurting too? Hadn’t he ever cared, or had they simply been words cast out to reel her in? She wished she knew; Y/n definitely had the courage to kill a man with her bare hands, but approach John after they’d broken up? She could never. 

It happened a month ago, but still, it hurt like hell, and didn’t help that John seemed to have already been over her. Their break-up had been his idea- if it were up to Y/n, they’d still be together, but John had pushed her away, with the flimsy explanation that he wasn’t looking for a commitment. He’d tried once and it hadn’t turned out the way he had expected, and now that John was back in the life, the last thing he wanted was to be attached. Y/n though, Y/n loved John, adored him, messy, bloody past and all; she’d had the same kind, though unlike him, she wanted more than a casual, label-less involvement. But instead of trying with her, John had chosen his own path, walking out of her house without even a second thought.

It killed her, more and more everyday, but Y/n had done her best to put on a brave face. Even if he’d broken her down, shredded her heart, Y/n wasn’t going to let it show. If she did, she’d feel like she’d lost somehow, like it was just a game; John would ruin her and then they’d see who was better at coping. Arguably, he had an advantage. 

In his life, John had done a  lot, more than most, he'd killed, survived, made hard calls, loved and lost. He'd made countless decisions, and had regretted few. At first, breaking up with Y/n was just like that, a decision that he wouldn't regret; he loved her, but she wanted commitment and something that was lasting. But John wasn't ready for that, it had only been a couple years after Helen and he'd only just rediscovered stable ground in the criminal underworld, so naturally, cutting off their relationship seemed like the best way to go. At first, it was okay, she was better off without him anyway. But then it happened, maybe he'd have been okay if he hadn't been there right at that very moment, that movie moment, where one party regretted everything that had led to that very specific moment;

She laughed.

And because the world was a cruel, cold, unforgiving place, it just had to be genuine, full bodied, melodious laughter. She’d thrown her head back, loose tresses grazing the navy silk fabric constituting the back of her blouse and her eyes slipping closed, long, dark lashes fanning the tops of her cheeks. John hadn’t seen Y/n laugh like that since their split, and when it happened, and he realized he wasn’t the one making her rousing that reaction, in fact, he wasn’t even privy to the reason. That was how disconnected he was from her. Really, it should have been okay, it was what John thought he wanted. 

But instead, it hurt, like hell. Like someone had punched him in the gut then drove a knife through his chest.

After that evening, in the Continental's lobby, when she was checking out and he was checking in, every time John saw her, the knife turned; slow enough so he’d be sure to soak up every agonizing ounce of pain. He’d let Y/n go, and now, she was okay without him.

All while he was falling to pieces.

He’d never let her see though. 

That was why he was sat at the bar in the Continental’s lounge, fingers loosely closed around a half-finished, crystal glass of his favorite bourbon, stealing glances at her through the maze of patrons, as Y/n sat in a secluded booth, all by herself with a martini. John knew exactly how that martini was made; gin, always gin, never vodka, top shelf vermouth and a twirl of lemon peel instead of an olive. He recognized the dress she was wearing too; a short, black, velvet strapless one that hugged her curves and rode up her thighs when she sat. Her hair was held up in a high ponytail, strategic strands falling over her face and boasting her diamond earrings, she hardly ever wore her hair like that, but John always thought it looked nice when she did. But that night, Y/n looked better than nice, better than pretty or beautiful. She looked exceptionally stunning. Unattainably gorgeous. Light years better than he deserved. 

And she was perfectly fine.

No quiet tears or sunken eyes. No paled cheeks or quivering lips. No sniffles or fidgety posture. Instead, Y/n was okay. Sipping her drink without a care in the world, leaned back into the leather upholstered cushions with her legs crossed and her stoic gaze cast towards the uncaring sea of people. Occasionally, someone would stop by and she’d trade hushed words with them, sometimes chuckling quietly, other times just offering a soft little quirk of her deep red lips, waving briefly as they’d leave her to return to disturbed solitude. 

It was wrong, and utterly selfish, but John hated seeing Y/n like that. He hated that she was okay while he felt like he was dying inside. At least if she wasn’t, he could somehow summon up the courage to walk up to and admit defeat. Say the words that would ensure things went back to the way they were, “I’m sorry, I made a mistake.” But surely, he couldn’t do that when Y/n didn’t even seem to miss him. As far as he could tell, the only person John had hurt was himself. 

What was her secret for getting over him so quickly? 

Didn’t she ever love him?

When, eventually a man, younger than him but still older than Y/n, one he didn’t know very well, stopped at her table, talking for a bit before sliding in next to her, John’s stolen glances turned into a full on stare. At times, when some unknowing person or the other would temporarily interrupt his sight, John would groan quietly, hoping they’d somehow get the message and move out of his way. He needed to see. She couldn’t be over him that quickly.

But Y/n was.

Because soon chatting turned into low whispers, with heads drawn in, and then, whispers turned into huddling, and huddling turned into his lips on her neck. John had kissed her neck, as she emitted hitched, low breaths and soft pleading moans. His lips had traveled down her neck, slow, with his hot breath fanning her pulse erotically, just the way she liked it. He’d tasted Y/n’s skin, felt its softness and sought haven in her warmth. Her fingers had threaded through his hair and her bare leg, brushing his thigh had awoken something in him that John hadn’t felt in years. It was never just sex, it more than that, all encompassing, protective, soothing, it was love. 

And John had thrown it away, just so he could see her tangled up with someone else in a low lit bar. Her was drink forgotten, her eyes screwed shut in pleasure as Y/n’s new companion let his hand paw at her waist. Maybe to John it looked more provocative than it was. Maybe he was just a jealous, sore loser who couldn’t stand seeing the woman he loved give herself to someone else.

Maybe he was just too weak to have kept her.

But ‘maybe’ didn’t matter. Because it was actually happening, she had actually moved on. And now, she was letting her new friend urge her out of the seat, taking his hand as they weaved through the masses. And for a split second, John thought that their eyes met, just as she was being gently pulled along. There was no emotion in her stare though, it was brief and cold, yet John was anything but grateful when he was wretched out by a hand on his arm and a voice interrupting his thoughts, “Hey you.”

It was Addy, old friend and flame. In another life, she might have been the one that got away, but by then, the title had gone to Y/n. “Hey,” he pretended to clear his throat with purpose, turning to face her.

“On the house,” Addy, winked, topping off John’s drink, watching with dilated pupils as he downed it in one go, setting the glass to the counter with a thump, drowned out by the edgy jazz, “You know,” she dragged her lower lip through her teeth seductively, “My shifts a couple minutes from being over, and it's been a while since we hung out.”

John suppressed a smirk, Addy was always one to get to the point. Unfortunately though, John didn’t think he could bring himself to enjoy the company of another that night, “I think I’m just going to turn in,” he slid off the bar stool, fishing through his pockets for a gold coin, “Goodnight Addy,” nodded, slipping it onto the marble top.

“I told you,” she gleamed, sliding it back towards John, “On the house,” that was when she got closer, leaning over, probably standing on her toes so their faces would be within a hair of each other’s, “And Y/n’s already over you, maybe you should let me help you get over her.”

The smell of her perfume, mixing with the heady fragrance of booze was enticingly intoxicating, and John found himself drawing towards Addy. Their lips brushed, though just barely, not really in a kiss, but with enough contact to ignite the first sparks of lust. Besides, maybe if he kept his eyes close and her mouth shut, he could probably fool himself into thinking it was Y/n. “How long?”

“I can be done now,” she tossed a dish towel to the bar top, walking towards the edge so she could slip out and join him on the other side, “Let’s go,” Addy offered her hand, and when John took it, he kept his lips sealed, knowing that the sooner he sunk into the fantasy, they better.

Nothing. That was what he’d offered in his unaffected gaze when their eyes locked. It was what he’d shown when Y/n started leaving the lounge with a man who’s name she hadn’t even registered. John Wick had acted like Y/n was nothing to him when he took Addy’s hand, ready to leave himself. 

Not that she should have been surprised. 

And the worst part? Y/n still couldn’t even bring herself to hate him. In fact, she was jealous, she wanted him to hurt, for his heart to bleed and match hers. She wanted him to sulk up to her and apologize, just so she could tell him to ‘fuck off,’ only to take him back in the end. She wanted something. Anything but more heartache. But that was all John seemed to give her.

Maybe she was better off without him after all.

As Y/n let her mystery man lead her to the elevator, all she could think of was what John was doing with Addy. Were they just going to drink, she knew they had a history, so maybe they were going to do more. It was a dry, hard pill to swallow; the thought of John with another woman, sharing what they once did. Him, touching Addy the way he touched her, kissing Addy the way he kissed her, making Addy feel the things John had made her feel. It wasn’t fair, Y/n wanted that, she wanted that and more. She wanted to love him. 

The cool reflective doors of the elevator opened with an automatic ding, leaving Y/n and her companion to stagger out and towards his room at the end of the hall. By the time he was shutting the door behind them, there was barely a moment to slap the light switch before he was pawing hungrily at the hem of her dress, carnal desire over taking his being. With her fingers tangled in his short shock of dark hair, Y/n fought to sink into the moment, pressing his face to her chest as he crouched lower. But even as she stumbled backwards into the made bed, letting him nearly fall on top of her, still fighting clumsily to get her dress off, Y/m couldn’t do it. It didn’t feel right.

He, whoever he was, didn’t feel right.

His touch floundered about her body, quite unlike the way John's just glided across her skin. His kisses were far too sloppy, noisily trailing down the column of her neck, and all in all, he was in too much of a hurry. On top of that, it was hard to get out of her head, to accept that for a while, that might be her new reality, hook-ups with random men in an attempt to fill a John shaped void, nights spent with someone who seemed woefully inexperienced in savoring pleasure, or worst yet, with the kind of man that didn’t really care too.  

“Stop,” Y/n managed, suddenly shoving him off, immediately standing and regaining composure. Before the very confused man could protest, or even try to convince Y/n to stay, she was cutting him off, “This isn’t gonna work,” she huffed, readjusting the top of her dress, making sure that everything was in its place, “I should go,” and without another word, she turned on her heel, brushing a couple escaped tears away from her lids. 

Sniffing, Y/n stumbled out of the suit, shutting the door behind her, simultaneously as someone else a few doors down did the same. Her breath shook quietly, and she kept her head down, more interested in getting back to her room than seeing who it was. But apparently, they couldn’t condone her unspoken plea to be left alone, and tentatively, they interrupted her walk back to the elevator,  “Are you okay?”

Gasping quietly, Y/n jumped as she looked up at him. John. Looking quite unlike they way he’s looked back at the bar. His eyes were dimmed and his lips agape with surprise. “I….” Y/n trailed off, unable to offer more. Seeing him like that, with the hurt clearly painted on his rugged, handsomely worn features wasn’t half as satisfying as she’d imagine it would be. All of a sudden, she didn’t want to yell, scream or cause a row. She didn’t want him to break down a cry either. Instead, she wanted to make it better, wanted to hold him, tell him that despite it all, she still loved him with her whole heart. “No,” she finally sighed, her breath hitching in a quiet, broken sob, “I’m not.”

John’s eyes shone with mirrored pain, and he sniffled quietly as he slipped his hands into his pockets and turned on his heel to slowly approach her. For the first time, he seemed to be letting his guard down, showing everything that he’d kept hidden from the world. John wasn’t fine, he wasn’t okay, and certainly wasn’t over Y/n. “Neither am I,” he shook his head, his gaze panning to his feet before once again meeting Y/n’s. “It was a mistake,” they were closer than a foot apart by then, and all Y/n wanted to do was melt into his arms.

“Do you miss me?” Her inquiry was sorrowful, and Y/n’s lips quivered. Inside, she knew that if his response anything opposing a ‘yes’ would completely shatter her.

“Everyday,” John stepped closer, reaching for her waist in a leap of faith He seemed almost surprised when Y/n didn’t recoil or shove him away, the way he thought he deserved, “I was wrong Y/n. I don’t want casual, I’m ready for more. But only if it's with you. Please don’t be over me,” he pleaded with soft urgency

“I’m not, bu I don’t want you to just say that just-”

“This isn’t like that,” John interrupted, his eyes begging her to believe him, “I miss you so much Y/n. And it kills me to think that you could be happy without me, because I don’t remember how to be happy without you. I love you, and I promise, I just need one more chance to prove that this is exactly what I want.”

“Promise?” And John’s answer wasn’t verbal. Instead, he kissed her, deep and true, as if it was the last thing he’d ever do. Their tears mixed and Y/n felt like she was sharing the sheds of her soul with John, like they were pouring themselves into each other with just that one kiss. Shared breaths, salty tears and muffled noises held them together, reminding them both that it was always meant to be like that. 

There was no one else she wanted to kiss, there never would be.

“I promise,” cupping her face, John kept their foreheads close, the tips of their noses touching, just before he went in for another kiss, letting the walls around them fade away as they melded in to each other.

*****

Tagging- @harrisongslimited @magnificentclodpiebanana   @keandrews @greenmanalishi  @rdjloverxxx​  @danceoftwowolves​

[homeofthelonelywriter]

Headcanons: Tom Hiddleston x clumsy! Reader

Being in a relationship with Tom Hiddleston and being clumsy:

You probably met as co-stars/co-workers on a movie set

You two hit it off right from the start and were inseparable immediately

Since your relationship just began, he doesn’t really know that you’re all that clumsy

At work, you manage to hide your clumsiness mostly

But when you’re at home, prepare to drip every few minutes

Hit your shin on your furniture

Stump your toes

Drop stuff

And don’t even think about taking a knife into your hands (@kafetschi I’m looking at you)

So, after one especially clumsy day, you come to work and have bruises all over you

It’s hot, so you’re wearing short pants and your shins are practically completely blue

There are also bruises on your arms, since you fell down the stairs in the morning

When Tom sees the bruises, he immediately gets concerned and thinks that someone hit you

You’re confused what he is talking about, until you remember your bruises

You start to laugh and explain everything to him

But that worries him even more

He starts to try and handle things for you, scared that you would hurt yourself somehow

Like, carry stuff

Cook for you

Take your hand when you walk down stairs

But you quickly explain that that is not needed and that you’re actually used to all that

You’ve been that way since you were born, after all

He stops doing things for you, but his senses around you heighten

His reflexes also get quicker

When you fall around him, he is there to catch you

When you drop something, he will probably grab it in time

He will also have a band aid ready whenever you take a knife in your hand

He also convinced you to cushion your furniture, so that you can’t hurt yourself if your run against it

But he still holds your hand when you walk down (or up) stairs

And after some time of you two being together, he also holds you around the waist, making it easier for him to prevent you from falling

But one thing, he is not prepared for:

Your clumsiness in high heels

But that, is a whole other story

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

The Cutest Customer

Fandom: RPF, American Actor

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Character: Chris Evans, Reader, Dodger

Word Count: 2062 // Rating: Gen

Warnings: none really, super fluff, my writing, love, meet cute, flirting, pets, Doger

Summary:  Chris takes Dodger to the vet

Note: ive seen so much chris and dodger on my dash i felt like doing this lil one shot  @patzammit

It had been 10 weeks. 10 excruciatingly long weeks. Chris had been away on a shoot and though he’d enjoyed himself there was one thing he thing he couldn’t wait to do. See Dodger.

Once he’d landed he’d headed straight home and waited for the dog sitter to drop him off. He’d become such a sap, it’s not that he was lonely or anything it’s just that since adopting the puppy he’d sort of become his best friend. They did practically everything together so it’d had become second nature having him around when he was at home. When he was on set this time around it felt weird, like missing a limb or something. Though he’d get regular updates about him it wasn’t as fun as having the real thing right there. So, when the doorbell rang a couple of hours after he got back he was elated. As he approached the door he could hear whimpering, the scent or sound of his body moving through the house obviously triggering Dodgers excitement too.

Opening the door, he allowed Sarah, his dog sitter, to come in with Dodger concealed within the dog cage she was carrying. The dog’s cries became more frequent as the scent of his beloved owner got ever nearer. Once in the kitchen Chris opened the cage and was instantly bowled over by an excited mound of fluff. Though not that strong Chris allowed himself to be tackled to the ground by his best friend and his face to become increasingly wet with slobber by the second. A moment which was captured for all the world to see. Once Dodger had had a marginal decrease in excitement Chris peeled himself off the floor and thanked Sarah.  'No problem, he’s been good as gold. He’s definitely missed you but he’s a little star, aren’t you Dodger?’ she asked in a baby voice, reviving the dog’s excitement once again. Chris bid her goodnight and settled in for a quiet first night back. Curled up on the sofa with a film and a beer he was content as Dodger snored quietly away on his lap.

Over the next couple of days, Chris settled back into his normal routine. He worked out, played with and walked Dodger, hung out with friends and family and did some work for some upcoming auditions. Though something about Dodger was off. Chris started to notice it a couple days after he got back. He had had to go out for the day and so after his morning walk Dodger had been left to his own devices. When Chris returned, however, he found him in the same spot that he had left him, and was unsure whether he’d moved. He pondered this for a split second but figured he had just tired the dog out with the excitement of being reunited. But as he stayed at home he noticed just how apathetic the dog seemed. If he wasn’t apathetic he was just plain naughty. Chris would come home to find possessions destroyed, even though he had been house trained even before Chris adopted him. He found messes throughout his house and if he had to guess Dodger hadn’t eaten anything in 3 days. Very concerned Chris picked up the phone and contacted the vets to make an appointment.

The next day what once would have been an impossible journey turned into a breeze. Dodger allowed himself to be led to the car and hoisted in, lying in the dog cage at the back as if he were still at home on his bed. Once at the vet he paid no attention to the other dogs a feat Chris used to have to fight with all his might. ‘Dodger, Dodger Evans?’ called the vet, and Chris stood allowing a mopey dodger to trail behind. They entered the clinical room a few seconds after.

It was quite a small room formed with cabinets and fridges and all sorts of equipment of which Chris dreaded to think of their uses. In the middle was a large island, “Could you pop him up on the counter please erm-” asked the vet sweetly.

“Chris, I’m Chris,” Chris said before scooping Dodger up in his arms and placing him on the table, where he lied down sulkily. Concern danced over Chris’ features, this was not normal behavior for Dodger who would surely have kept the vet waiting at least ten minutes by tackling her in a great big hug. As he looked up he could feel the vet’s eyes boring into his face, looking for something though he didn’t know what. He smiled politely as his eyes flitted to her name badge that announced her to be Y/N. Stepping up to the counter Y/N ran her hands gently over Dodger, stroking gently but as Chris suspected with her own agenda as her hands lingered in some places allowing her trained brain to start making its observations. Chris watched as she did so, she was pretty he couldn’t deny that, even in scrubs.

His gaze lingered too long and he was snapped back to reality as Y/N said ‘So, Chris what seems to be the problem?’

‘Oh, me? It erm-’ he said flustered the embarrassment that he may have been caught staring causing his neck to flush pink.

‘Well I’d ask Dodger but he’s not very chatty.’

‘Right yeah. Of course.’

‘So, the problem?’

'Right erm. Well it started a few days ago, he seemed fine but then I noticed he wasn’t moving a lot. He’s a very giddy dog so it’s not like him. He just sorta mopes about, he hasn’t touched his food. He’s been chewing up everything at home which is unusual and shitting- I mean doing his business in the house every day. I’m just super worried about him,’ he admitted the embarrassment of before melting away as he looked at Dodger’s sullen face wondering what the young pup needed. Y/N smiled as she watched Chris stroke Dodger, the affection, and concern radiating off the man in droves.

She loved customers like this, sure everyone who came through the door loved their pet in some way. But for every 10 people that came through that door idolizing their pet, 1 came through the door seeing them as nothing more than a chore.  She’d had an extremely rude man this morning who’d brought in his daughter’s kitten because it was 'I don’t know sick or something isn’t that what I’m paying you to tell me’  which had irked her to no end. So, this man in front of her was so refreshing. Y/N nodded as he listed off the problems and started her examination, throwing in questions every so often. Glancing at the man she took him in. He was cute.

 Okay, he was fucking gorgeous. Well-built with a beautiful face, though not cocky. The moment from before made him quite endearing. As the examination wore on Dodger became antsy the stress of being poked and prodded obviously taking its toll. Chris soothed him as Y/N continued.  

 'You couldn’t pass me that could you?’ she asked one hand on Dodger the other gesturing to the counter behind Chris that held a tray with an array of metal instruments. Chris paused as he tried to see what she was gesturing to, he wanted to seem suave and cool but as he stood there dumbfounded Y/N whispered 'Second on the right.’ As he grabbed it he said 'Of course I mean I knew that-,’ Y/N giggled and looked him making him grin in embarrassment. She smiled warmly and Chris thought that perhaps for a second she was flirting with him?

She completed the exam but came away completely stumped. From what Chris could tell her there was no medical reason for him to be like this, on a hunch she enquired 'has there been any disruption in his life lately?’

'Disruption?’

'Yeah, loss of a loved one, moving house or something similar?’

'No well there was just one thing,’ he said pausing, feeling that he didn’t want to push it too far and seem like a complete idiot. With genuine sincerity, Y/N smiled and said 'whatever you’re deliberating on it’s probably not as stupid as you think.’

'I’ve been away for a while. But it’s only since I’ve been home he’s been like this that couldn’t have anything to do with it, right?’

'Maybe.’

'Really?’

'Dogs are smart they pick up on little things. When you went away he might have thought you weren’t coming back even resigned himself to the fact that you weren’t. When you did he might have got confused even more so if you left the house even for short periods at a time. Like separation anxiety.’

'You really think so?’

'I don’t think this is medical so it’s most likely emotional.’

'Fuck, oh sorry it’s just what can I do I have to go away to work for long periods,’ Chris exclaimed looking at Dodger crestfallen, he’d been ridiculously upset over not being together he supposed it only stood that dogs could feel the same way. Y/N raised a questioning eyebrow.

'I’m an actor I go away on shoots all the time.’

'Ah.’

'What can I do?’

'Well, I can give you a prescription for a drug that should stimulate his mood. He should start getting back to normal pretty quick, other than that you could try behavior techniques. Try going out on small trips while you’re at home so he gets used to you being away for like 20 minutes at a time. Then increase it.’

'Right.’

'Distractions are also good. When you leave, give him food, toys, treats, and whatever you have to do that whilst you’re away so that he’s not too bothered if you’re not there.’

'Gee thanks,’ Chris sighed causing Y/N to giggle.

'Sorry, but you know what I mean, dogs are like kids they’re not bothered about being left at grandmas if she’s going to ply them with sweets, right?’

‘Right.’

 ‘Anyway, that’s all I can recommend I’m afraid,’ she said and Chris thanked her. Y/N looked at him with a coy smile and said, 'well it’s all I could do for the cutest customer ever.’ Chris smiled a blush creeping up and spreading along his face, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully Chris muttered 'Oh erm thanks,’ making Y/N chuckle.

 'I was talking about the dog,’ she said and Chris clapped his hand over his face, mortified. Y/N laughed before moving to her computer and tapping away causing a sheet rolled off the printer. Y/N picked it up scribbled on it quickly folded it up and handed the prescription to Chris. After a quick stroke of Dodger, she said 'Hand this in at the front desk and they’ll give you the right stuff,’ and Chris nodded, still mortified by this whole encounter. Chris pulled Dodger up off the counter and allowed him to walk morosely through to reception. Handing the sheet in at the front desk he waited. After signing a few documents the veterinary nurse slipped the prescription into the paper bag and handed it to him. He grasped it, said thanks and left to get Dodger home.

Once home he let Dodger off his lead, and watched as he padded to his dog bed, his heart bleeding for the pup. 'Right Dodge let’s see what we’ve got here,’ he said tipping the contents of the bag out into the counter and taking the small box in his hand. Reading the instructions, he took out the small bottle and placed on the side before he went to the cupboard and pulled out a jar of peanut butter, Dodgers favorite. Pressing a small white pill into a glob of peanut butter Chris called the dog to him and watched as he trotted in obediently. Sitting at his feet, tail wagging properly for the first time in days’ Dodger ate the peanut butter excitedly warming Chris’ heart.

 After that, he disposed of the spoon he used and went back to tidy away the pills. Locking the tub tightly he placed it back in the bag before picking up the prescription and opening it to see when it would need to be refilled. His eyes scanned over the document he paused as he spotted Y/N tidy handwriting at the bottom. 

It read 'You’re pretty cute too, Y/N.’  

Her number was jotted underneath.

[jayankles]

Chocolate and Pumpkin Spice

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1476

A/N – for @bringmesomepie56 and @supernatural-jackles SPN Fluff Appreciation Day and @thing-you-do-with-that-thing Kari’s Jensen September Quickie Challenge and use the aesthetic made by Kari as inpiration so here is my take on the aesthetic.

Walking outside of your front door, you noticed all the leaves that had fallen from the tree in your front yard, covering the pathway, too. You made a mental note to rake it later.

You ambled on the pathway and through the park. The orange, reds and browns of the leaves on the trees blended together.

The river created a beautiful image, reflecting and bending it in the water. You had to snap a picture on your phone before you pocketed the device.

A slight breeze whisked through the park you were currently walking through.

Thankfully, it didn’t nip too harshly at your skin, your caramel coloured knitted sweater was warm and inviting and the amber woolly scarf hung off of you, sitting comfortably at the back of your neck.

Your knee high boots felt the impact of the acorns and the crisp of the drying autumnal leaves as they went off the path and on your way to a tree located near the river.

Taking off your rucksack, you pulled out the plaid picnic blanket. Keeping it folded up, you placed it on the floor, your butt cushioned as you sat down on top of it with your back against the bark tree.

Enjoying a few minutes of bliss, you finally pulled open your bag and tugged out your book, resuming where you had left off, taking the bookmark and twirling it between your fingers.

Your eyes caressed the pages, sweeping over the words and drinking them in as they told a story of lost love and reunion. You wished it was that easy.

Although it did bring a tear to your eyes once or twice, it was beautifully heartbreaking.

With your focus on the story and your mind deciphering the position of the character the author had written for them, you didn’t notice anything other than the world stopping – or was it spinning – around you. You drowned out the other sounds and the pedestrians walking by in their own little world.

‘Dah, dada, wan dah.’

Jensen held his one year old daughter in his arms, tugging her little blue top down so it hid her slightly exposed tummy. Her eyes were level with the display case filled with cakes.

‘Lilah, honey, you think she’ll like it?’

Lilah comprehends little of his question yet she nods enthusiastically.

When it’s Jensen’s turn to order, he stepped closer to the employee, asking for a slice of chocolate cake, a chocolate chip muffin and a pumpkin spice cupcake – courtesy of Lilah.

Once the cashier told him the total price for his purchase, he awkwardly pulled out a ten dollar bill to cover the cost, he took the bag full of his goodies and exited the building.

The little girl’s big brown eyes devoured the chocolate cupcake he father had picked out for her, but she refrained from touching the cupcake just yet; that and the fact that her father had told her to wait until they got to the big tree.

Shifting in her place on Jensen’s hip, Lilah’s battering eyelashes break’s his will power to say no to his daughter. With skill and precision, he hooks the bag over his free wrist and holds the chocolate cupcake in the opposite hand.

He flicks his finger through the frosting of the cupcake and sticks his finger to her lips, where she decides to nibble and suckle off the darkened delicacy.

‘That is all you’re getting, little missy.’ He scolds in a light tone, his voice on the playful side as he interacts with his daughter. In reality, it should be little Lilah who scolds him as he is the one that had given her the frosting.

Jensen re-boxes the cupcake and shoves it into the carrier bag. The infant wiggles and pushes against his arms and Jensen has learned that that motion is his signal to set her down to allow her to walk on her own, obviously her hand in Jensen’s much larger one as he assists the silently demanding child.

They spot the river almost instantly, as a squeal leaves Lilah’s lips as she tries, bless her adorable little heart, to run; it’s more of a waddle and a lot of falling and Lilah getting back up, to anyone watching.

Jensen is careful to keep an eye on his daughter, ensuring that she doesn’t get too close to the edge but enough for her to see both hers and the colourful trees in the reflection of the translucent water.

There’s a seat somewhere near the place where they can enjoy daddy- daughter time in the calm serenity of the park. Jensen points out the things he can see and Lilah tries so hard to repeat them but her little mind either gets distracted or she only says half of the word.

Nonetheless, Jensen laughs, he laughs because of her innocence and because Lilah can do just about anything she wants to do and get away with it. She gets away with so much, mainly because she’s cute and young, and her chubby face is adorable.

Jensen smiles as his daughter tugs on his hand to move further into the park; the river forgotten as she moves onto the next task. He has an idea of where his daughter wants to go.

It may be his favourite place and it has nothing to do with the parks itself or their surroundings. The people, on the other hand, make the scenic route a lot better when Jensen and Lilah have their walks every few days.

‘Dere, she dere, dada.’ The excited one year old points in the direction of the tree, where the woman is once again leaning back on it.

‘Okay, baby girl, you found her. You win, come on.’

The Ackles duo slowly – for Jensen – tiptoe over to the aforementioned tree. Still out of eye sight, Jensen crouches down to his daughter’s level – just a little taller – scraping a hand down his coarse, short beard. He opened up the plastic carrier bag and dived in, pulled out the pumpkin spice cupcake and handing it to her with a wide smile on his face.

‘Alright Lilah, let’s go.’ Jensen returned to his usual height, coming closer to the tree and in the woman’s line of sight.

‘Um… excuse me.’

You heard a deep voice stammer above you, you tore your eyes away from the books’ pages, your fingers curling around the top of the open book.

Your eyes landed on the little girl standing at the foot of the man, the place where the deeper voice had came from. His eyes are what caught your attention, even after you glanced over at his bowlegs,  shining emeralds in place of green iris’.

‘Hi,’ you replied, putting a genuine smile on your face, an inviting and friendly one.

‘I’m sorry, this may seem a little weird or creepy,’ the surprisingly good looking man blabbered and you couldn’t help but giggle, your light laughter causing a weight on his shoulders to be lifted, you knew then you had eased at least some of his nerves.

‘I don’t find it weird at all; endearing, really.’

The little girl shuffled forward towards you as, who you assumed, her father talked to you, the man following closely behind her.

‘I’m Jensen and this is Lilah. Again, this is not going to sound right, but we’ve seen you around a lot and this little one thought we should introduce ourselves to you. We wouldn’t want to ruin your day and not bring you anything or go hungry so we bought a little cupcake for you.’

The little girl, introduced as Lilah, shyly hands you the cupcake.

‘You got me a cupcake?’ He nods. ‘Thank you, that’s so sweet of you,’ you get a waft of the aroma of the cupcake and immediately recognise it. ‘Pumpkin spice? That’s my favourite.’

Memorising the last sentence you read, you place the bookmark in between the pages and close the book, allowing it to take up residence in your rucksack once more.

Shuffling away from the tree, you unfold the plaid blanket you were sitting on and introduce yourself.

‘I’m Y/N, would you like to join me for a little get to know you picnic?’ You questioned, not sure whether they would but you hoped they did.

‘Sure, Lilah and I would love to join you, plus if you would like…’ he leaned in, covering Lilah’s ears as he let her sit in his lap, as if the next words out his mouth was top secret. ‘I have a slice of triple chocolate cake, if you wanted to have some that is.’

Biting your lip, you smiled, ‘only if you can spare some to a fellow chocolate lover.’

Jensen rose his eyebrow at you, a small smirk painted his lips as he took in your words.

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Ocean Eyes

Keanu Reeves x Reader (A/n- me and these freaking songfics. The song is Ocean Eyes- Billie Eilish. I know his eyes aren’t blue, but I kind of interoperated that differently. In fact, I may have read way too deeply into the song and wrote this all in one go. Was gonna end it all angsty but changed my mind, welp.)

I’ve been watching you

For some time,

Can’t staring at those ocean eyes

Burning cities and napalm skies

Fifteen flares inside those ocean eyes

Your ocean eyes

No fair

You really know how to make me cry 

When you gimme those ocean eyes

I’m scared

I’ve never fallen from quite this high

Falling into you ocean eyes

Those ocean eyes

Keanu smiled and Y/n laughed quietly, “Why are you so funny?” She giggled, one hand clutching her chest, the other grabbing his arm, “And so ripped,” Y/n squeezed his bicep.

Keanu’s smiled faltered, though she could barely it see in the darkness of his trailer, “I’m not,” He brushed of her compliments, just like he usually did, “You’ve just had to much to drink.”

“I’ve had just as much as you.” She argued, laughter still playing on her words. A cool breeze entered the room, through the open door, emphasizing the warmth of the alcohol. They had spent most of the evening in Keanu’s trailer, talking, drinking, getting lost in each other’s company. Neither of them had even registered that it was almost midnight. “Why can’t you just take my compliment?”

“Cause it’s not true,” He stated matter-of-factly. It wasn’t the first time she had witnessed him deflecting compliments. Not just from her, either but from anyone who gave them. Using the pale light filtering through the open door from street lamp outside, Y/n tried to meet Keanu’s eyes, to somehow make him see in himself what she saw every time she was with him. She couldn’t though. Maybe it was simply too dark. Or maybe, just maybe, Keanu didn’t want her too, because if she did, she’d see to much.

“Come on,” Keanu nudged her shoulder, breaking Y/n out of her thoughts, “You want another, or are you gonna quit on me?” He held of the bottle of tequila that they had been drinking from. At the start of the night, they had agreed that they wouldn’t leave until they had finished it. It was a stupid challenge really, one that would get them too drunk to remember it the next morning, but Y/n agreed, only because it meant that she could spend more time with him. Sure, working with him almost everyday had been great, but time together like this, that was what she cherished. Especially because she knew that after the movie was over, she might never see him again.

Right then, Y/n wanted to say so much. Say that she’d never quit on him. That she could sit in the dark, in a trailer with the night air being the only breeze, with him forever, because, in that moment, with him holding up a half empty liquor bottle, his eyes glassy from the alcohol, making her laugh like no one had before, it felt like they were the only two people in the city. Y/n knew better, she knew that outside of that trailer park, the city was filled with people who didn’t care about what they were doing, and so many others who did. She wanted to say that she thought she was falling, because well, who wouldn’t? But she couldn’t say that. He was asking about tequila and probably didn’t even feel that way. An irrational wave of emotion passed over her and tears prickled at her eyes, she wanted to say it, but instead, all Y/n said was, “I’m no quitter.” She held out her glass, “Hit me.”

I’ve been walking through

A world gone blind

Can’t stop thinking of your diamond mind

Careful creature made friends with time.

He left her with a diamond mind 

And those ocean eyes.

Keanu watched intently as Y/n leaned further against the wall behind the small bed in his trailer, sipping her drink. He could barely see her in the very low lighting, but it didn’t matter, he had committed her face to memory and did not need as much as the dwindling flame of a candle to know that her expression had grown sullen and that she had retreated back into her mind, shutting him out like she did sometimes. For a second, he wished he could be graced with the opportunity to see her in candle light, she’d probably look so beautiful. Quickly, he took a swing of his drink, letting the alcohol burn his throat and hopefully the silly thought out of his mind.

With images of a candle lit Y/n now buried safely in the back of his mind, Keanu began wondering what he had said to dampen her mood. “You okay?” He asked, his voice low and gruff.

Y/n took minute before answering, as if she really had to think about it. That was how he knew that he wasn’t going to get the truth, “I’m fine,” She said quietly.

The heaviness of unsaid words hung between them. Two people who had become intertwined into each other’s lives because work. Often, in moments like this, when Y/n would go quiet, thinking things that only she was allowed to hear, Keanu would marvel at the odds of their meeting. Billions of people in the world, probably hundreds of thousands trying to make it in a cut throat industry. One small change and it could have been anyone else. Yet, somehow he had been lucky enough for it to be Y/n. 

When Y/n remained silent for a while again, Keanu broke the silence, “What are you thinking about?”

No fair

You really know how to make me cry

When you gimme those ocean eyes 

I’m scared

I’ve never fallen from quite this high

Falling into your ocean eyes

Those ocean eyes.

“Does it matter?” Y/n asked Keanu in return. Truthfully, she was thinking of him, she often did. But it didn’t matter, not if he was not thinking about her. Not if telling him would just break her heart and ruin a great friendship.

Keanu cocked his head to the side, taken aback by her change of tone. Scooting a little closer, careful to leave a few inches of space between him, he laid his hand on hers, “Of course it matters. It matter to me.”

Y/n knew that the space between them was minimal, he was being polite. Because he was always polite. To her and to everyone else. But Y/n didn’t want polite friendship, she wanted...... more. ”I was thinking about you.” She swallowed thickly, trying to keep some air in her lungs.

Keanu studied her words for a minute that felt like an eternity. He knew what he wanted to say in return, but couldn’t unless he was sure that their heads were in the same place. “Anything about me in particular?”

Y/n sniffled, she didn’t know what had caused it, but she had the burning desire to confess everything. To admit her feelings and cut her losses. At least she’d finally be able to let go after his actual rejection. “Just that I think....I think that I’ve fallen in love with you.”

Keanu sucked in a breath and neither of them realized that his hand was still lingering on hers. The shock had knocked the breath out him. She loved him, and he was speechless. Keanu searched for the words, anything would be better than silence right now, “I.....” Love you too. He wanted to say it, he was screaming it in his head, but he couldn’t get them out.

No fair

You really know how to make me cry

When you gimme those ocean eyes

I’m sacred

I’ve never fallen from quite this high

Falling into you ocean eyes 

Those ocean eyes.

Y/n suppressed a sob and pushed herself of the bed, putting her glass on whatever flat surface was nearest. She had told him she loved him and he had said nothing. If that wasn’t a rejection, Y/n didn’t know what was. Her vision was blurred with tears and she rushed to clumsily off the bed, hoping she could at least get outside before she finally broke down. 

Though at the door, she stopped and the tears silently fell as she turned to him. Keanu was already standing just a foot away, mouth agape hands reaching out as if begging her to wait. Taking in a deep breath, Y/n grasped at her final straw, her voice breaking, “Can I at least kiss you? Just once?” She couldn’t explain it, but maybe if she kissed him, just this once, her heart would be satisfied and she would not have ruined a wonderful friendship for nothing.

Instead of responding, Keanu closed the short distance between them, knowing that his actions would speak volumes compared to his words. He cupped her face and without waiting another minute, he pressed his lips to hers. They were softer that he had imagined they would be and felt perfect against his.

Keanu tasted of tobacco and tequila, a combination that Y/n never thought she could enjoy so much. Her arms wound around his neck and she stood on her toes, pressing her chest to his, feeling his thudding heart beating in time with hers. 

After a while, they broke, and finally, Y/n could look into Keanu’s eyes, unhindered. They said so much as they met hers when he said, simultaneously speaking the softest and loudest words she had ever heard. The words that pulled her heart back together just as she thought it was breaking, “I’ve fallen in love with you too, Y/n”

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Jealousy

(A/N) Another request! I hope you like it!

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Warnings: angst, yelling, fighting

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It has been so long since Tom and I last fought, I didn’t even remember what it sounded like when he screamed at me. Or when he cried. It has been so long since Tom and I last fought, I didn’t remember the look of heartbreak in his eyes. Or the way his bottom lip quivered. It has been so long since Tom and I last fought, he completely forgot that I get scared every time someone raises their voice at me. Or how I flinch every time some one is screaming near me.

It should have been the second most beautiful day of my life, but I didn’t know that. During my lunch break, Tom had called and asked me if I wanted to go out for dinner. Of course, I said yes and for the rest of the day, I was all giddy and nervous. I was barely able to concentrate on my work for the rest of the day. One year ago, I was finally accepted to work for a famous publicist. I loved working with the books and authors, and my co-workers were also really nice. Even my boss, who was a hard nut to crack, warmed up to me.

None of them knew that I was dating Tom. I didn’t want the relationship to help me. They knew I had a boyfriend, but not who it was. Tom also knew about that and also respected my decision but sometimes he got jealous. He thought that if people knew that he was my boyfriend they wouldn’t try to approach me in a romantic way, but I wasn’t ready to go public, and he knew that. Especially since we were 12 years apart and people tend to judge that. I often tried to talk to him about his jealousy, but it never lasted for long. After some time, I gave up and just ignored his antics.

But this time…I couldn’t ignore it. It would’ve destroyed our relationship.

A few days ago, we got a new intern and it was my job to help him get settled for the next few months. He was 25, just like me and was currently studying journalism, but he also wanted to work for a publicist. I’d been spending my whole day with him, just like the last ones, and got to know him. He was a really nice man, but definitely not my type.

While I was waiting for Tom near the office, the intern walked by me. He stopped when he recognised me and we started to chat. He started to tell me stories of his time studying and they made me laugh. One time, I laid my hand on his shoulder, so that I wouldn’t fall over while laughing. When I raised my head again, I saw my boyfriend’s car on the other side of the street and Tom looking out of the window, directly at me and the intern. Thankfully, the man said goodbye, right in that moment. But before he left, he hugged me. I swallowed hard and made my way towards the street, but before I could even set one foot on the road, he drove away at full speed.

I yelled his name, but he was already gone.

I’d taken a taxi home, but I traded opening the door. Still, I had no other choice, not if I wanted to resolve the misunderstanding. As quietly as I could, I pushed the key into the lock and opened the door. I could hear Tom pacing in the living room and took my shoes and jacket off.

“Tom?” He turned to me and stared at me with cold eyes. “Oh, how great to see you! I could’ve sworn that you would’ve spend more time with…with him!” I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. “I wasn’t what you thi-.” “Of course it wasn’t! What else could it have been Y/N?!” My breath hitched, and I took a step backwards. Tom didn’t notice. He kept yelling at me, barely stopping long enough to suck in some air. Everytime his voice got louder, I flinched. “HOW DO YOU THINK I FEEL WHEN YOU’RE ALWAYS SURROUNDED BY MEN YOUR AGE?!” I took a step forward, not hiding the tear that were falling down my cheeks. “How do you think I feel when you kiss all those women?” My voice wasn’t as loud as his, but it was filled with venom. He looked at me startled. “How do you think I feel when I read all those rumours about you and another actress or singer?” I walked further towards him. “Don’t you think I’m also insecure? That I’m also scared that you could choose someone else over me?” I was right in front of him, but I didn’t dare touch him. “I love you Tom. I love you and your humour. Your crazy antics and your voice. I love your scars and wrinkles and I love you. For you. Not because you’re an actor or because you have money. I love you because you make me laugh and whenever I look into your eyes, my world stops spinning. Because you keep me grounded but also give my dreams wings, so they can fly.” I reached up and cupped his cheek, feeling him press against the palm of my hand. “I love you. And I don’t care how old you are. And I don’t care what others think. I want to be with you. To spend the rest of my life with you. And I want people to know about us.” His eyes, that he had previously closed, opened and he looked at me surprised. “Y/N, don’t say that just because we foug-.” “I said it because I wanted to. Really.” I gently pulled his face down and pressed my lips against his. His hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me close. “I’m so sorry.” I smiled. “Don’t worry about it. And just so you know, Mike isn’t my type.” “Who’s Mike?” I laughed. “The man from before. He is the new intern.” Tom nodded and thought for some time, while I leaned against him. “Can someone else take care of Mi-.” “Don’t you dare.” He laughed and pulled me closer. “I really am sorry. I love you so much.” I nodded and hugged him back, enjoying his warmth.

“Listen, I know you’re insecure about our age difference, but…I don’t want us to fight because of that, okay?” He nodded and pressed his lips against my scalps. The feeling had me close my eyes.

When I think back now, the fight seems dumb and completely without reason. Especially now that I’m looking at myself in the mirror. The white dress made me look like a princess and I grinned. Tom was somewhere in another room, also getting ready. He had proposed to me the very same day and the next day, we announced our engagement. When we announced our wedding, we asked the media to leave this day to us and no one’s bothered us.

I turned around and smiled at my friends. The hugged me and got ready to walk the aisle before me. I took a deep breath and one last look in the mirror. I was standing sideways to it and my eyes immediately flickered to my stomach. I’ve known it for two weeks now. Another surprise for Tom.

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Hidden

(A/N) This was also requested by a lovely anon! Thanks for the request and i hope you like it!

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Warnings: just cuteness, I think

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I was already awake when my phone signalled that it was time to wake up. I rolled over and looked at my boyfriend’s face. He always looked so peaceful when he was asleep, making me smile. Carefully, I stroked his cheek and watched as a small smile formed on his lips. At that moment, I knew what I had to do. Carefully, I reached over to my nightstand and withdrew my sketchbook with a pencil. I sat up and pulled my knees closer to my chest. I used them to draw on.

Quickly, I started with his lips, scared that the smile would fade soon and worked up from there. His nose and the eyebrows. The closed eyes and small wrinkles under them. Then I started to work out his head with the curls that surrounded his face and the pillow that it laid upon. I played with shadows, giving his face a dramatic effect and worked out his facial features. The sharp cheekbones and the small scar on his forehead.

When I was finished with the sketch, I flipped through the pages off my sketchbook. All of them were filled with drawings off Tom. While he slept, cooked or during an Interview. There were even some of him in Loki costume on the set of Thor or The Avengers. I smiled as I remembered where and when I drew the different ones. “What are you doing?” Sleep was still evident in his voice. “Uhm-!” I quickly close the sketchbook and his it under my blanket. “Nothing! Why are you awake?” I laid back down and faced Tom. His arm wrapped around my waist and he pulled me into him. “I missed you.” “That’s what woke you up?” I chuckled, but he just responded with a quiet hum. Within seconds he had fallen asleep again. Chuckling, I cuddled against him again, and gave myself a few more minutes of rest, until I told myself that I needed to get up. Slowly, this time really trying not to wake him up, I shifted around, until I was out of Tom’s arms. On tiptoes, I left the bedroom and my sleeping boyfriend to himself.

Once in the attic, which also functioned as my studio, I took a deep breath. The smell of paint brought a smile upon my face. With enthusiasm, I walked to one of my canvases and took the thin cloth that covered it, off. A half finished painting stared at me, judging my decision to leave it alone for a couple of days. Quickly as if to not anger it any further, I grabbed a brush and started to mix colours. When I was satisfied with them, I continued the painting, glancing at the sketch I made from time to time. It was a woman with her new-born child in her arms. I smiled at the thought of me with my own children.

I continued to paint and quickly got lost in the colours and brushes. Only when he cleared his throat and the smell of fresh coffee flared my nostrils, did I notice that Tom had woken up and was standing in the doorway behind me. I turned around and thankfully accepted the mug he offered me. While I started to nip on the warm liquid, he walked over to the painting and looked at it. “It’s beautiful.” He turned to me and smiled. I shrugged before I walked closer and inspected it. “I don’t like that part. And this looks sloppy. And the colour over there isn’t right.” I was pointing at different parts of the painting, until Tom wrapped his hand around my index finger. “It’s great. It really is.” He took the mug from my other hand and set it down, before he pulled me into a hug. “She’ll love it.” I nodded and buried my face in his chest. We stayed like that for a few minutes, until I pulled away. “I need to finish this.” He nodded and quickly pecked my lips, before he left. At the door he stopped. “Lunch?” “Chinese?” He nodded and laughed and went back downstairs.

As soon as I was sure he was out of earshot, I turned back to the painting. It was finished and I would deliver it in the evening. That’s why I walked into the back of the attic and picked up a hidden canvas. I quickly put it in the same spot as the other canvas and took the cloth of, smiling at the almost finished piece. I locked the door before I started to work on the painting.

I was almost finished by the time, Tom called me downstairs. I hid the canvas, careful not to ruin the still wet paint and went downstairs. Tom sat at the dining table and had already prepared everything. Plates, chopsticks, glasses and the food. I sat down beside him and loaded some of the food onto my plate. He did the same and both of us quickly began eating. We didn’t talk while we ate.

When we were finished, I took the plates and brought them into the kitchen. “I’ll wash them. You go finish the painting.” I nodded and hugged him. “Thank you.” His lips pressed against my hair and I smiled. Then, I ran upstairs and locked the door behind me again. The paint had dried and I finished it quickly. I took a step back, grinning from ear to ear, when I was finally done. I left it to dry and ran downstairs, into our bedroom and took a quick shower, before I put a jeans and shirt on. Then, I grabbed the painting and put it next to our front door. “Tom!” He came to me and grinned when he saw the painting. “Well done! It looks really great!” He hugged me. “Wait a second. I’ll just put some shoes on and grab the keys.” I nodded and waited for him at the door. When he was ready, he unlocked the car and grabbed the painting. Carefully, he put it in the back, before he walked back to the house and locked the door. Meanwhile, I’d jumped into the car and put on my seatbelt.

It took us half an hour to get to the house of the pair that requested the painting. We knocked on the front door and brought it inside. They loved it, and after some tea and coffee, they gave me the money and we left. “They were lovely.” Tom grabbed my hand squeezed it. “Yeah...” He smiled at me, before his eyes went back to the road. “What do you think about our own kid? A small you and me running around the house.” I smiled and leaned against his shoulder. “I’d love that.” He squeezed my hand again.

Back home, I told him that I’d quickly go change and then meet him back in the living room. I ran upstairs, changed into some comfy clothes and ran into the attic. I was relieved when I saw that the paint was dry. I grabbed the canvas and slowly walked downstairs.

When I reached the living room, I saw that Tom was pacing up and down, completely lost in his thoughts. I gently called his name and he turned to me, smiling. “Do you have another painting we have to deliver?” I shook my hand and walked to him. “No, it’s a present.” He looked at me confused. “For who?” I pulled the painting from behind my back and showed it to him. “You.” Still confused, he took it from my hand and looked at it. A smile quickly took over the frown on his face. His eyes were glued to the painting of the two of us. We were hugging, with the side of my face pressed against his chest and his lips pressed against my hair. Only when his eyes moved down, did he look shocked again. “No.” I smiled and nodded. “No!” He put the painting to the side and pulled me into a hug. “No...” I grinned up at him. “Yes.” He leaned down and gently pressed his lips against mine. “I love you.” I grinned and leaned against his chest. “I love you too.”

A few months later, I stood in front of a canvas, almost finished with the painting of me, Tom and our baby in our arms.

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