#dodger blue cloud

[lavenderlemniscate]

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[cas-kingdom]

Twist of Fate

A/N: The Artful Dodger briefly took over my life, so here is a self-indulgent (questionable quality because I am ill) little story. Featuring our favourite thief-turned-surgeon and the girl (my OC) he took in as his own.

Title: Twist of Fate

Summary: When Daisy Dawkins overhears Jack and Fagin discussing a bet with money and a severed hand, she decides to step up.

Words: 1924

When Jack Dawkins had rescued the girl from her father to raise her as his own, the one condition he had given himself was that she would grow to become someone as far removed from his past as possible. The thievery, the tricks, the Artful Dodger – Jack had failed at many things in his life, but he had convinced himself in the twelve years since that to go back on such a condition would be his biggest yet.

Of course, when living under the care of a single person, one cannot help but be like them. Though his blood did not pass through Daisy’s veins, people regularly remarked on their likeness; how their smiles mirrored the other, how their voices carried the same quick-witted sharpness, and how their steps were so often in tandem without even realising. It seemed that, despite his best efforts, parts of Jack had leached onto Daisy. He could only be thankful they were the parts of himself he did not completely hate.

Take medicine, for one. At fifteen, she couldn’t very well perform surgical procedures like him, but if Jack ever struggled to find her, his ward was the first place he looked. She had a wonderfully pure heart, and liked to sit with his patients, ask how they were feeling, if there was anything she could do to help. Jack often liked to hide himself in the doorway just to listen to her. It reminded him he hadn’t gone back on his condition.

So, when Daisy found him in the hallway after a surgery and presented to him a handful of golden coins, he couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit taken aback. Because while she wore the happiest of smiles, staring up at him with those big blue eyes, she had not had those coins that morning, and the only time he had ever held the same amount in the palms of his own hands, he had obtained them in a less than moral way.

Absentmindedly he let her drop them in his hands with a chorus of little clinks. He stared at them, all seven of them, sitting heavy in his palm, glinting at him in the candlelight, and finally looked at her. Slightly disoriented, her name was the only sound that could leave his lips, and even then he sounded unlike he expected she had hoped.

“Dizzy…”

Daisy’s face fell immediately. “What?” she asked. “What is it?”

With a final look at the coins, Jack shoved them in his pocket, glanced around the empty hallway, and gently took Daisy’s hand in his. In the next moment, without a word from either of them, they were hurrying – more so Jack than the rather perplexed Daisy – up the stairs and towards the staff’s quarters. Jack’s mind was racing. Once he had ushered Daisy inside their room and shut the door, he turned to face her.

Daisy crossed her arms firmly over her chest. “What?” she all but demanded.

Jack revealed the coins again. “How did you get this?”

The look that washed over Daisy’s face could have melted the iciest of hearts. Slowly, she seemed to deflate, her shoulders sagging. If anything, guilt vaguely flashed in her eyes before she turned them to the floor. “That… that doesn’t matter,” she said. “Jack, why does that—”

“Did you steal it?”

He had asked the question gently, so as not to accuse her. He had not asked it with the same bite as the man who had caught him fifteen years ago and tossed him in a cell. He had learnt everything from that. But defensiveness clouded her immediately and she stepped back, away from him, her body suddenly rigid.

“No, I did not!”

The abrupt and unfamiliar hostility between them unsettled Jack, and he rushed to assure her with a shake of his head, spreading his arms outwards, free palm up, in appeasement. “That’s good,” he said. “I believe you. But we don’t have this sort of money, Dizzy. You need to tell me how you got it.”

It was then her hand reached for her neck. Jack thought nothing of it at first – the notion of reaching for her locket whenever she felt disconcerted was was as familiar to them both as breathing – but when her hands fumbled and he looked closer, he realised she was searching for something that wasn’t there.

It took him only a moment of silence and careful thought to realise what had happened, and when he did, he let out a long sigh. He put a hand to his forehead and stared at her. “You didn’t.”

Daisy shrugged and dropped her hand, letting it swing by her side.

“Why?”

“I heard you talking with Fagin,” she said simply, as though it explained everything. “If you don’t pay that awful man then he’ll chop your hand off.”

“Oh, Dizz, it won’t come to that. It was never going to come to that.”

“Yes, I know, because you have the money now.” She nodded her head in the direction of his closed hand, and Jack was once again reminded of cold metal against his skin. “You can give it to the man and everything will be fine.”

Jack’s face only grew more tender, a sad sort of smile replacing the disappointment of learning she had sold her locket, the only connection she still had to her mother. She was so innocent, so good, that Jack just wanted to envelop her in his arms and shield her from the rest of the world forever.

Daisy blinked at Jack for a moment, trying to gauge his expression. Then, she sighed and shook her head, pressing her lips in a thin line, her fists balling at her sides. “It’s not enough, is it?”

“Quite far from it, love.”

“But I thought…” Her eyes welled with tears and Jack immediately closed the distance between them, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into his chest. She hid her face in his waistcoat as he put a hand to the back of her head.

“Please don’t worry,” he said quietly. “You don’t need to worry. I’ll get it back. Alright? I’ll find the person you sold it to and I’ll get it back. I promise.”

Daisy thumped a fist lightly against his chest. “I don’t care about the locket.”

“‘Course you do.”

She made a sort of groaning noise as she ducked from beneath his arms and stepped away from him. “I care more about you, Jack. They can’t chop your hand off. I won’t let them chop your hand off. I’ll—I’ll sell something else, anything I can—”

He grasped her forearms before she could get ahead of herself and ducked to her level, forcing her to meet his steady gaze. “Daisy Dawkins, did I not just say it wouldn’t come to that?”

Daisy scrunched up her nose. “You and Big Lump are coming up with a plan, is that right?”

Jack would not say that Big Lump was an affectionate name for Fagin, but it certainly was better than some of the names he’d given the man since their unhappy reunion.

Smiling, genuinely this time, he took her hand in his and dropped the coins in them, closing her fingers around them. “You know me,” he said. He leant forward to press a reassuring kiss to her forehead and then brushed past her to change out of his clothes, the dried blood on his sleeves long outstaying its welcome. “Now, how many times have I told you never to worry about anyone but yourself? To leave the tricky parts of our life to me and only me?”

Daisy rolled her eyes and carelessly tossed the coins on her bed, watching them bounce and settle in different places. Her disappointment was evident, even more so as her hand automatically went to her neck once more.

“Well, you make that hard,” she said.

Jack chuckled and glanced over his shoulder as he changed into a cleaner shirt. “Oh, really? Do I?”

“Yes, actually.”

“Oh, yeah. Hm. I understand. It’s my fault for giving you a bed to sleep in and food to eat.”

“Yes. And for making me love you.”

“ You wound me.”                                 

“Well…”

He pointed a finger at her. “Don’t you say it.”

“It’s a good thing you’re a surgeon.”

Jack lunged for a pillow and threw it straight at her, laughing as the force of it sent her stumbling backwards and onto the bed. She shot up and tossed it right back at him, after which a most undignified pillow fight broke out, and ended with the both of them laying on the bed amidst a wreckage of feathers and seven strewn coins.

They were both out of breath, and the fight had ended a good two minutes ago, but Daisy used the last of her energy to grasp the pillow by her head and aim it to whack him.

“Alright, little weasel." Jack laughed as he blocked it before it could come down on him. He wrenched it from her hand with little effort before grabbing her and pulling her half onto his chest, fingers tickling at her sides for one more moment of impishness. She squealed as he kept her pinned to him, letting her grasp his hands after a few seconds to stop him.

She settled eventually, head laying contently against his chest, hands still firmly wrapped around his own.

Jack flicked his eyes down at her mop of hair, leaning forward to press his lips against it. “Thank you for trying,” he said quietly.

Daisy made a noise of disapproval. “I don’t want you to thank me,” she said. She lifted their hands to rest against his stomach, stretching his fingers out so she could lay her palm against him. “You couldn’t hug me if you didn’t have two hands.”

“I could. It just wouldn’t be as good a hug.” He smiled. "I couldn't tickle you with—"

"Oh, yes, do you think he would cut off both your hands if I asked very nicely?" Daisy turned her head up towards him, resting her chin on his chest and offering an impish smile, to which Jack made a face in mock consideration.

"Perhaps if you provide a detailed medical report on the trauma you have received from it."

"That's a good idea."

"Of course, you would need the medical report to be written by a medical professional." He twisted his lips in thought. "Sneed?"

"Absolutely not."

"The Professor?"

"Never."

"Well." Jack reached for her ribs. "Since I can't very well provide a report on my own crimes—"

Daisy snatched his hand up again before it could touch her skin. "Stohop."

Jack turned his eyes up to the ceiling, his mind wandering back to Daisy's locket. When he had removed that tiny child from her incompetent father after the death of her mother, he could never have imagined the extent to which she would wrap herself around his heart. That she had taken the one blood connection she had to family and sold it for his sake...it both warmed and terrified him. But he decided to focus on the former for now.

"Tell me who you sold your locket to," he said, carding his fingers gently through Daisy's hair, "and I'll get it back."

“Okay.”

“And, really, Dizzy…thank you.”

He supposed he could accept that Daisy was part him. After all, that meant he was part her, and to be quite honest, he couldn’t have asked for anything more.

Artful Dodger Masterpost

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[lifeofpriya]

I felt the pain with shohei in dodgers. I knew it was going to be in LA and I had a strong feeling long before the free agency but it still hurts so bad when he made it official. I think the blue jays hype got my hopes up.

The Blue Jays hype also definitely got to me too, anon 💔

I was on cloud nine, thinking he was going to come to Toronto, only to find out that our dreams were dashed and flew too close to the sun

[fictionadventurer]

Beloved 📚

Here is a stack of books that were so beloved that I made a special point to buy my own copy. I've left out some of the obvious series--Narnia, the Fairy Tale Novels, and Anne of Green Gables--on the grounds that the first two have shown up in a bunch of stacks already, and I don't particularly love the copies I have of the Anne books. There are complicated shades of nuance behind choosing books for the stack--there are several very beloved books that were easy to find, so buying them didn't have quite the same treasure hunt feeling, while some slightly-less-beloved books made the stack because their acquisition was more purposeful or felt more exciting. Because of that, I'm going to give a little info for why I chose each book.

Books In the Stack:

The Electrical Menagerie by Mollie E. Reeder: I read the ebook and loved it so much that I made a point of ordering print copies for myself and a friend.

Baby by Patricia MacLachlan: I read it so many times in middle school (because it's short and it's about a baby) that I had to buy a copy when I found it at the thrift store, even though it's nothing particularly amazing.

The Nine Tailors by Dorothy L. Sayers: My favorite of the Wimsey books I read from the library, so I made sure to order a print copy of my own.

84, Charing Cross Road by Helene Hanff: When I finished this book, I wanted nothing more than to buy my own copy at a used book store. The next time I went to one, I happened to find it.

Zita the Spacegirl by Ben Hatke: Such a fun little graphic novel that, when the opportunity arose to get a signed copy, I jumped at it.

Tales from the Blackberry Bushes by @isfjmel-phleg : I love these stories so much that I hand-bound my own copy so I can have it on my shelves forever

Entwined by Heather Dixon: One of my favorite retellings, so I ordered myself a copy as a Christmas present one year

Around the World in Eighty Days by Jules Verne: I had so much fun listening to the audiobook that I bought the very first copy I found at a library book sale.

Orthodoxy by G.K. Chesterton: I read it on Gutenberg, and it's so important to my worldview that I bought my own copy from the religious book store.

The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint Exupery: This is just such a cute little book that I couldn't resist buying a falling-apart copy from a garage sale, and later buying a replacement copy in better condition from a thrift store. It's not quite beloved, but for some reason I'm very fond of it.

Matched by Allie Condie: The library book left my head spinning with concepts of free will. When I got a Barnes and Noble gift card, I bought my own copy. The story is rough, but the concepts of the world only get more relevant as time goes on.

A Grief Observed by C.S. Lewis: Such a heartwrenching look at grief. When I happened to find a nice used copy, I couldn't leave it behind.

The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins: After I read the series, I bought ragged copies of my own from garage sales. They're far from difficult to find, but at the time, getting my own copies was exciting.

The Blue Castle by L.M. Montgomery: It became one of my favorite romances, so I ordered my own copy online. Then I bought a replacement copy when I happened to find a much better edition last summer.

Persuasion by Jane Austen: Of course I have print copies of all Austen's novels, but the others are mostly just the copies I happened to find. With this book, I saw the Word Cloud Classics edition in a Youtube video and knew I needed that specific edition, so I ordered it online. I haven't regretted it--it's a pleasantly-designed book.

World Series by John R. Tunis: The Dodgers books are some of the only books that stuck with me from my teenage years. I happened to find copies of The Kid from Tomkinsville and The Kid Comes Back, both of which are more beloved. But after my last reread of Tomkinsville, I wanted to continue the series, found my library had gotten rid of their copies, so I ordered my own copy of the second book. (And then never reread it, but that doesn't mean I don't love it).

The Reed of God by Caryll Houselander: I saw it at the religious bookstore, decided to read it from the library instead of buying, and then loved it so much I eventually went back to the same store and bought it.

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[caramelorsomething]

We were chosen to create our own destiny

[satellite-evans]

Only Angel

Chris Evans x actress!reader

Word count : 781 words

Summary : Chris gets jealous of you talking about Harry Styles all the time.

Warnings : fluff, mention of anxiety

A/N : Here I am with a small blurb for you all. If you ever want to speak to me, ask me something, request something or just vent, please feel free to message me! I love you all xxx

English is not my first language, so if I made any grammar mistakes, I apologize! Hope you guys enjoy:)

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site.

It was getting colder and darker in Boston; leaves were falling from the trees. There was a chill in the air overnight, frost on the ground in the morning, and mist and fog in the air. Dry, dead leaves crunched beneath your feet and clouds appeared when you breathed out. Yes, fall was finally here. It was Chris’ favorite season. He loved spending Sunday mornings in bed with you while he watched leaves falling from the trees. He loved seeing you play with dodger when you guys went for a morning walk. He loved the noises you made when he tickled you on his couch. He loved how you made him Halloween treats, even if it wasn’t officially Halloween yet. What he didn’t love was that you kept bringing Harry Styles up all the time.

“ Babe, can you open ‘Only Angel’ from Harry Styles on my phone? My hands are dirty!” you yelled from the kitchen while making cookies for the two of you. Chris sighed at your ask and opened the song for you. He knew it was your favorite song. When Harry sang, he could see you smiling widely, which made him mad and insecure. What was so special about him? Sure, he was a few years younger than him, and yeah, he was handsome with an amazing voice and body, but he was Chris Evans for god’s sake. He had one thing that no other male had. America’s ass.

“Why do you like Harry Styles so much?” He asked while your hands were still dirty.

“Excuse me?”

“I mean, what is it you like so much? We’re in the car, you open Harry Styles. You’re cooking, you’re listening to Harry Styles. You’re in the shower, you’re singing his songs. Even at family gatherings, you keep talking about his songs and how much you want to see him in real life. I mean, what is so special about this dude?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at your boyfriend, who had a serious look on his face. Was he jealous?

“ I just think that he is a brilliant singer. I love his songs. They helped me through a lot, you know. He is kind, caring, and sweet towards his fans and he is a feminist. What’s not to like?”

Your answer scared Chris a little. Were you into him? Everyone knew that you and Chris had an age gap between you, too, but it was never a problem. You loved him and he loved you. You and Harry were the same age. Even the thought of you leaving him for someone else made his heartbeat go faster.

“That’s it? You won’t find him, I don’t know handsome or anything?” He asked you almost in a whisper. You dropped the dough in the bowl next to you, washed your hands, and took Chris’ face in your hands. You looked into his deep blue eyes with admiration and saw the anxiety creeping up on him.

“Chris, honey, listen to me carefully. I’m gonna say this to you one time, okay? I love you. I love you because you are the owner of my best times. Even the brief moments I spend with you are unforgettable. I don’t want it to end. And if you’re not with me? That’s when the minutes stop flowing. It turns into torture to endure time. I love you because with you I rediscover life every day. You always offer me something to discover every day. I become the tireless explorer of breathless adventures of exploration. I love you because I don’t feel like doing anything else and I enjoy feeling this feeling for the first time in my life.Your love didn’t fit anywhere. It fits in my heart alone. Now it doesn’t fit in my heart either and it’s leaking from my eyes. The only thing I wish is that you could see the love I have for you in them, Chris. I love you. All of you.”

Chris couldn’t help himself but grab you and kiss you on your lips. His hands moved to your waist and pulled him against you, while yours went to his neck. Chris and you kept making out until your lips were swollen. When he released you, he didn’t speak. He was busy drinking all the love that was leaking from your eyes. And you said nothing because you were busy drinking the love that he had for you that was leaking out of his eyes. You both loved each other so much, that everything else was forgotten. Even Harry styles.

[buckybarnesandmarvel]

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐎𝐟𝐟

pairings: chris evans x reader

warnings: mentions of sex/implied smut, but that’s about it, I think

summary: it’s chris’ day off and you guys decide to make the most of it.

a/n: first time writing for cevans. enjoy! :)

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You slowly stirred, waking up from your sleep. You could tell it was later than usual and, fortunately, it was Chris’ day off. They happened once in a blue moon so you wanted to be selfish for once and make the most of it. You looked up and saw Chris’ beautiful face in a peaceful sleep, his eyelids slowly fluttering. You laid on his bare chest, snuggling closer for warmth. His arms wrapped around you and he gave a small sleepy smile.

“Morning, baby.” He whispered, eyes still closed.

“Hmmm, morning, bubba.”

You tilted your head forward to place a kiss on Chris’ soft, pink lips but was surprised when he suddenly rolled over. He was on top of you now, his burly body pinning you down. He peppered kisses over your face and neck, gradually getting lower, but before things could escalate, you felt a bushy tail by your face. You and Chris parted to find that Dodger had jumped up onto your shared bed, making himself at home, licking your faces.

Chris chuckled as he spoke in a soft voice.

”Alright, buddy, let’s get you some food and then we can go for a walk, m’kay?” his Boston accent seeping through.

He looked at Dodger with pure adoration in his eyes when he got a bark in response, a smile lighting up his face.

“I’ll come on the walk with you guys today.”

“That’s great, baby. But be ready in 20 and I’ll make breakfast. Love you.”

And with that, Chris strolled out of the room, Dodger following behind. Laughing quietly to yourself, you headed into the bathroom. After a quick shower and a brush through your hair, you found a pair of leggings and slipped them on, along with one of Chris’ t-shirts. Making you way to the kitchen, you were met with the sound of sizzling and the smell of your breakfast.

Chris saw you come in, clocking your outfit as a smirk adorned his face. He held you by the hips and gave you a soft kiss. You smiled into the kiss, never wanting it to end. It was moments like these that made your heart beat too fast and you felt a flutter near your core. Once you broke apart, you were both breathing heavily, staring into each other’s eyes, your forehead resting on his. You gave him one more chaste kiss before attending to the plated breakfast. The empty plate in the sink indicated that he had already eaten, in hopes of freshening up while you ate.

“I’m gonna go have a shower, then we can take Dodger on the walk.” At the word ‘walk’ Dodger barked, emitting a laugh from the two of you. As Chris walked away, back into the the bedroom, you playfully swatted his ass and he gave you a teasing offended look in reply, holding a hand to his heart.

......

Another 20 minutes later and you guys were all ready. Luckily, the autumn day was warm, with only a slight breeze. Dodger pulled Chris down their usual path, eager to catch pigeons and chase squirrels. You reached the park and looked around. Red, orange and brown leaves scattered the path and the green grass. A few flowers could be seen here and there. The sky was pale blue with a couple of clouds and the sun was shining down in beautiful rays.

Chris snaked his arm around your waist and brought you closer to him as you both watched Dodger running around in the grass.

“I love you, honey.” Chris whispered by your ear.

“I love you, too, bubba.” You replied to him in the same quiet voice.

You guys stood there for a bit, just enjoying each others’ company, before deciding it was time to go. Chris called Dodger back and he came bounding towards the two of you. This time, it was you who took his lead and walked him back home. He was slower this time, having used up most of his energy in the park.

You reached home and, immediately, went to the sofa. Chris plopped down next to you, Dodger at his other side. You got up to get a blanket and some snacks before curling back into Chris’ side. Chris had already put on a movie, opting for Beauty and the Beast.

......

Around halfway through the next movie, The Little Mermaid, Dodger had fallen asleep and the empty Chinese takeaway boxes were stacked on the floor. Chris pulled you into his lap, so your back was against his chest. He wrapped his strong arms around your middle and you placed your smaller ones over his. He trailed kisses down the side of your neck, shifting in his seat; you could feel him growing underneath you.

“You need more day offs, baby.” You breathily stated in between his kisses.

Suddenly, he picked you up as if you weighed nothing; you squealed and giggled but he wouldn’t let you down. He carried you to your bed were he made sure you guys weren’t interrupted this time.

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ok, so, this turned out way longer than i intended, but, hey! i hope you enjoyed! :)

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[lavenderlemniscate]

finally. my webcomic ocs and one (1) self insert

each is based on a unique shape and color

[fandomtrumpshate]

Unlisted Fandom Challenge - 2024

In our earlier Numbers post we shared the top ten spots for the unlisted fandoms. Below is the full list of the remaining write-in fandoms - yes, all 105 of them.

For the first twenty, a single additional signup will move them up to join the tie for third place. If ANY of them should manage four additional signups, they'll snag the lead.

Know folks who work in these fandoms? Share our signup post and encourage them to participate —we'd love to have them join us raising funds for great causes via the creation of awesome fanworks. As ever, we welcome even more new fandom write-ins, too. (But please do not use the ' | ' character in the fandom name - or elsewhere in your signup form!)

Putting the list under a cut for length -

2 Alan Wake/Remedyverse 2 Ancient Greece Religion and Lore 2 Cosmere 2 Detective Conan 2 Dune 2 Formula 1 RPF 2 Glee 2 Guardian/Zhen Hun 2 HBO War 2 Imperial Radch Series 2 Mob Psycho 100 2 Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch From Mercury 2 Riverdale 2 Shades of Magic 2 Ted Lasso 2 The Bear (TV) 2 The Stormlight Archive 2 Venture Bros 2 Wolf Pack 2 Persona 5 1 A Plague Tale (Videogame Series) 1 American Gods 1 Among Us 1 BBC Ghosts 1 Bendy (and The Ink Machine/Dark Revival) 1 horror 1 Blue Beetle 1 Buffy: The Vampire Slayer 1 Buzzfeed Unsolved/Watcher Entertainment RPF 1 Call of Duty 1 Cats the musical 1 Cherry Magic 1 Chronicles of Narnia 1 Cobra Kai 1 Coffee Talk (Video Game) 1 Criminal Minds 1 CSI: Crime Scene Investigation 1 Death Note 1 Dice Punks (podcast) 1 Digimon 1 Donten ni Warau / Laughing Under the Clouds 1 Dungeons and Daddies (podcast) 1 Endeavour/Morseverse/Inspector Morse (ITV/Dexter) 1 Fallout Video Game (Bethesda) 1 Falsettos 1 Fargo FX 1 Farscape 1 Fire Emblem (4-10, 13, 14, 16) 1 Firefly 1 Five Nights at Freddy's 1 Grantchester 1 Greek Mythology 1 Grey's Anatomy 1 Gundam 1 Hatchetfield 1 Hawaii 5.0 1 Honkai Star Rail 1 Horizon Zero Dawn 1 IT (Movies - Muschietti) 1 Jeff Satur - music videos 1 Law and Order 1 Legend of the Galactic Heroes 1 Live Free or Die Hard (Die Hard 4) 1 London Spy 1 Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic 1 Magnificent Seven 1 Mrs. Davis 1 My Little Pony 1 Narcos (TV) 1 NU: Carnival 1 Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint 1 Omori 1 Orphan Black 1 Pacific Rim 1 Professional Wrestling - New Japan Pro Wrestling 1 Professional Wrestling: All Elite Wrestling 1 Re-Animator 1 Simon Snow Series 1 Slam Dunk 1 Slow Horses (TV Show) 1 South Park 1 Starry Musical 1 Super Sentai 1 Sweeney Todd 1 Team Starkid 1 Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 1 The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across The 8th Dimension 1 The Adventures of Tintin 1 The Artful Dodger 1 The Empyrean Series - Rebecca Yarros (Fourth Wing) 1 The Good Place 1 The Last Kingdom 1 The Lunar Chronicles 1 The Mechanisms 1 The Mummy (1999 franchise) 1 The Pairing (Casey McQuiston) 1 The Radiant Emperor Series (She Who Became The Sun & He Who Drowned The World) 1 The Saint of Steel 1 Three of Hearts 1 Tin Can Bros 1 Tower of God 1 Undertale 1 Voltron: Legendary Defender 1 Wayfarers (Becky Chambers) 1 Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒆.....

𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑨𝑹𝒀: 𝑩𝑨𝑺𝑬𝑫 𝑶𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑮

𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕:

I want to sit on the kitchen floor eating pizza at 3am with you and talk about our hopes and dreams

𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑹𝑬: 𝑭𝑳𝑼𝑭𝑭

𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮: 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈

𝑷𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮: 𝑪𝑯𝑹𝑰𝑺 𝑬𝑽𝑨𝑵𝑺 𝑿 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

𝑫𝑶𝑵𝑻 𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑻 𝑨𝑵𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑨𝑵𝒀𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑬𝑳𝑺𝑬. 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑶𝑵 𝑾𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑷𝑨𝑫, 𝑨𝑶3, 𝑵𝑶𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬!

𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑹𝑬𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑺 𝑾𝑬𝑳𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑬

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You could feel his eyes on you From across the room. A small smile creeped up on your face as you peered up at Chris from your book. He quickly snapped his eyes from you acting as if he wasn't looking at you. You chuckled. "I saw you."

You shut your book, sitting it beside you. You walked over to him; he was sitting on the couch across from you so it wasn't that far of a walk.

You straddled his waist, the first thing you did was kiss him, your fingers running through his hair. Chris Chuckled softly running his finger over your cheek. "I'm so in love with you." Chris whispered. He looked into your eyes with his blue eyes. His eyes were scrunched from the smile that was on his face. Chris wasn't lying when he said he was in love with you. He's been in love with you for years and he honestly didn't remember a time when he didn't.

To him, you were an angel. He's been waiting years to find you and when he did, god he was on cloud 9. Everything about you was flawless. Your smile, your laugh, your humor, your beauty, everything.

Just like Chris was there for you, you were there for him. Panic attacks, need help with something like killing a spider, cuddles, you both had each other's backs. It was like you both were meant for each other

Chris, He couldn't comprehend a world with you, but he didn't have to worry because a world without you wasn't going to happen any time soon.

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"I'm so in love you too." You kissed him again before pulling away with with a chuckle. "So what do you want to do today?" You ran your finger up and down through his hair as you waited for an answer.

Chris sucked in his breath, "um I was thinking we can stay at home, go get in the pool, look up at the stars, and later come in and watch a movie while eating pizza. What do you think love?"

You smiled at him. "I think that's a good idea." You gave him one more kiss before getting off of his lap. "I'll finish reading until later when the sun has settled behind the mountains." You sat back down on the other couch, grabbing your book.

"sounds great babe."

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Those few hours flew by in a heartbeat. Before you knew it, you and Chris were in your swimwear and on your ways to the pool.

As you walked outside the cool night air hit you. You shivered as you tiptoed the pool. Chris was right behind you as you waddled into the pool. Just as you imagined the pool way cold too. You weren't planning on staying in it for long though.

Chris got in with you, quickly wrapping his arms around your you. "It's a little cold, but it's very nice." Chris looked up at the sky. "The stars are twinkling, the moon is high in the sky, and I'm with my best gal. Nothing is more perfect." He looked back at you before kissing you.

You pulled away smiling. "I feel a lot warmer when I'm in your arms." You said pressing your head into his shoulder. Chris rubbed his hands up and down your bare back. "Same."

You both stayed like that for a little whil, no words being spoken until you pulled away. You looked up at Chris, he had his eyes closed. "What are you doing Chris?"

Chris opened his eyes, "making a wish." You laughed, "what did you wish for?"

"can't tell you, if I do it won't come true." You raised your eyebrows, "okay." You snuck in a chuckle before you pulled away from him fully, "well I'm going to go back in, it's getting really cold." You turned around climbing up the little ladder.

You wrapped yourself in the towel on the lounge chair and walked inside leaving Chris by himself.

You went straight into the bathroom, discarding your clothes so you can take a shower. Opening the glass door, you turned on the water, wait till it was hot before you got in.

As the fresh warm water ran down your body, you sighed. Your head was empty, you just allowed the water to fall over your body.

Your peace didn't last long; Chris opened the shower door a few minutes later. He was shivering,"is there room for two in here?"

You laughed, moving back so he could join you. He quickly got in under the warm water. "Ahh, that's much better."

You shook your head, a smile on your face. Chris turned to you, "so you want me to lather you up or not?" Chris asked. "Sure, just don't do anything weird."

You picked up your towel and handed it to him. Chris began covering you in soap. He managed to make it none sexual which was nice. Showers with him always ended with doing it.

When he was finished, you returned the favor and soaped him up. Once everything was rinsed off you and Chris got out.

The both of you put on some warm clothes. Chris some sweats and you put on some panties and one of his oversized shirts.

Now you were sitting on the couch, dodgers head in your lap as he slept and Chris who was on the phone with his favorite pizza place.

You watched as he made the phone call in the kitchen. You remembered thinking to yourself he was so handsome pacing back and forth as he talked to the man on the other side of the phone. You thought he wouldn't notice your eyes but he did, and when he looked your way you stared into space like you weren't looking.

"I saw you." He said as he walked over to you. "You saw nothing." You said giving him an angry looked which to Chris was freaking adorable. "Okay fine, I saw nothing." He sat down beside you and gave dodger some pets.

"pizza Will be here in about 30 minutes so we can watch a movie until then." Chris leaned over a grabbed the romote control off the coffee table. "Whatcha wanna watch babe?" Chris asked as he turned on disney plus. "Hmmm, Lilo & stitch."

Chris laughed, "okay." He turned on the film and you both began to watch it.

That lasted for 30 minutes before the doorbell rung. "I got it." Chris got up and went to answer the door.

Dodger lifted his head and looked up at you. "Pizzas here buddy." You said, getting up. Dodger followed you to the kitchen where you pulled out two plates for you and Chris. Chris returned this time with the pizza. He sat it on the counter and opened the box. The amazing smell of pizza filled your nostrils causing you to moan. "It smells so good. I don't think I'm going to make it to the couch."

You sinked down on the floor. Chris looked down at you confused, "what are you doing?" "I'm eating on the floor. Join me, it's great down here." Chris shook his head but joined anyways.

"you're right, it is nice down here." He took a bite of his pizza with a raised eyebrows. You both sat on the floor until you were full. The small conversation you were both having quickly blossomed into a conversation about both of your futures together.

"I would like to live on a farm." You said as you hugged your knees. Chris nodded, "yeah, I always wanted one too." There was a brief silence before Chris spoke again. "Maybe we can have that farm one day. You know when we have kids."

Chris was nervous as he said that. You both talked about kids before but never really went into depts.

"I mean yeah. We can have 3 or 4 kids on a farm with a few chickens, and maybe a goat or cow. But we're just living our best life; I want that." You smiled at Chris. He smiled back at you. "Yeah, I want that too."

You both stayed quiet again before Chris blurted out a few words. "Marry me."

You turned to him shocked but confused. "I'm sorry?" Chris exhaled softly, fully turning to you. "Marry me. I don't have the ring with me now, it's a ma's house, but I really want to spend the rest of my life with you." He reached out and grabbed your hands, "so marry me."

Your heart skipped a beat in your chest, you weren't expecting this at all. "Yes, I'll marry you!"

You chuckled before hugging Chris. Chris felt relived, he thought that was going to be hard but nope, it was simple and he was happy with the outcome.

You pulled away looking at him, "I love you Chris."

"I love you too." Chris took your face and gave you a kiss on the lips. he couldn't wait to make you his.

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[thefawn]

CAN'T TAKE MY EYES OFF OF YOU

Summary || You're invited to a party at Chris Evans beach house. It's getting late so he insists you stay over for the night and sleep in his guest room. An awkward half naked encounter in the kitchen leads to a sexy staring contest. You can't break eye contact, even though all you want to do is look over every inch of him.

Pairing || Chris Evans x Fem Reader

Word count || 2, 508 words

Warnings || oral, unprotected sex, teasing, Light Dom/Sub, fingering, flirting, corny jokes, staring contest —18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

The night was coming to an end. Empty beer bottles and snack crumbs littered every surface in the modern beach house. It was a successful evening of drinking games, playlist sharing and funny stories emphasized with hand gestures.

As the last couple of guests trickled out, you were finally left alone with Chris.

You couldn’t believe you’d been invited to Chris Evans’ party in the first place as you’ve only shared a few hurried conversations on set. It was hard to tell if his charm was his typical actor spiel or if he had more devious and sincere intentions.

You took one last sip from your wine glass. “Do you want me to help you clean up?”

Chris shook his head no. “Don’t worry about that. You probably shouldn’t drive home though. It’s already like 3. Why don’t you just crash here?”

You were not prepared for this. In your head the game plan was to flirt like crazy and steal as many glances as possible before leaving in a mysterious cloud of smoke. But now your ability to play it cool was being tested.

“Really? I can just call a cab…”

“This place has five bedrooms so I’ve got plenty of room for you. Don’t be silly.”

“Alright, alright you’re making all the good points. Just tell me what bed to plop on.”

Chris smiled and led you to a large bedroom which was decorated in various shades of blue.

Chris’ dog Dodger followed behind, making a mental note of the new human. This would come in handy during his nightly patrol.

You admired the king size bed and started to envision how the rest of the day could go. After getting up from bed the two of you could get breakfast, have a walk on the beach or get cozy on the couch. Each dream scenario made you feel giddy but then it hit you - you didn’t have a hair brush, makeup or a change of clothes.

“Hey, can I borrow a t-shirt or something to sleep in?”

You would have to improvise your way into looking presentable but at least you wouldn’t have wrinkled, dirty clothes.

Chris went to his room and came back with an old New England Patriots shirt.

“I’m not shocked that you’re giving me a football shirt but I was really hoping for something weird, like a CATS the musical t-shirt.”

“Sorry my CATS shirt is dirty. I usually wearing it on Sundays. You know, Skimbleshanks Sundays.”

“Oh right… that makes perfect sense.” You laughed and plopped down on the bed.

“Just in case, I’m just down the hall to the right. And you might hear Dodger walking around so don’t freak out.”

“Dog not ghost, got it. Thanks for letting me crash here.”

Chris said goodnight and closed the door behind him. You instantly unhooked your bra, took your pants off and changed into the Patriots shirt. With no judging eyes watching, you shoved your nose into the shirt and breathed in deep. It smelled like Chris and a flowery detergent.

It was hard to go to sleep as your mind kept replaying all the subtle looks that Chris had given you throughout the night. Even when surrounded by a group of people, Chris would always find a moment to lock eyes with you. Those intense seconds were burned into your memory.

After some time of being restless, you got up and quietly crept to the kitchen for some water.

As you closed the fridge door, Dodger was patiently waiting with a chunk of rope in his mouth. Dodger was not used to having playmates at this hour and was more than happy to take advantage of this opportunity.

You whispered, “Okay, okay, I’ll play with you for a little bit. But I can’t play long, I’m not wearing pants.”

You tugged at the rope but Dodger refused to let go. After much wiggling it eventually dropped, signaling the start of the repetitive fetch dance.

Chris laid awake in bed and could hear Dodger scampering around more than usual. He couldn’t help but see what was making his dog so excited. As he turned the corner he saw you in just his over-sized t-shirt rubbing Dodger’s belly

“Hey I didn’t know there was a late night kitchen party going on,” said Chris.

Your face blushed a fervent red as you became painfully aware of your bare legs and the small amount of bum that was peeking out from under the shirt.

“Oh hey, I was just grabbing water and Dodger gave me the cute ‘I want to play face’. I just couldn’t say no.”

Chris was only wearing a pair of plaid boxer shorts. He grabbed himself a drink and leaned against the counter. Your eyes wandered over his muscley form. You caught yourself staring and awkwardly blurted out, “I’m not wearing any pants and you're missing a shirt. We kinda cancel each other out.”

“You’re right.” Chris smiled, looking you up and down and pointed to his own lack of dress. “Well this is the late night kitchen party dress code right? I didn’t want to come overdressed.”

You smiled and rested your elbows on the kitchen island across from Chris. You realized that you mirrored each other’s slouchy, comfortable stances.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be respectful and keep my eyes up here.” You pointed to Chris’ eyes.

Chris laughed and rubbed his stomach. “You better keep those eyes locked onto mine. I don’t want to be objectified.”

You scoffed, “I would never. This is going to be THE most respectful staring contest ever.”

A mischievous grin slowly took over Chris’ face. You both locked eyes and the game was on.

“You can blink but if I catch you looking anywhere else, you lose,” said Chris.

“Deal.” Your eyes squinted as you focused all your attention on Chris’ light blue eyes and his long enviable eyelashes.

Chris slowly moved towards you, his eyes still locked on yours. If you were going to play this game, he was clearly going to play dirty.

As Chris’ broad chest got closer and closer, you grabbed onto the island counter, gripping the edges. It became harder and harder not to look at his sculpted shoulders.

“I’m respecting you so hard right now,” you joked.

Chris put his arms on either side of you, getting his face as close as possible to yours. “I feel very respected.”

From the corner of you eye, you could see Chris’ rippling arms. The temptation to look at him was building up inside of you.

“Not gonna look at all those muscles. Nope, just not gonna do it.” Your voice faltered, exposing that your tough smack talk was all a ruse. His close proximity was definitely having an effect on you.

Chris decided to up the ante. He moved his right hand onto your exposed thigh and slowly traced his finger tips up until he was under your shirt. His fingers playfully wrapped around the underwear that laid against your hip.

A small gasp escaped your mouth as you continued to stare into his eyes. Your quivering response to his touch made Chris hard.

“That feels like cheating,” you whispered as Chris continued to stroke your hip and thigh.

“Hmmm, do you want me to stop?” Chris pressed his body against yours. You could now feel how excited he was.

Your eyes widened and you slowly shook your head ‘no’.

If this was the game they were going to play, you reached for Chris’ hand and started to guide it towards your ass. You were going to make sure he got a good handful.

“My bum looks pretty spectacular. Too bad you can’t see it.”

Chris' hand brushed over your silky panties and gave each cheek a good squeeze.

“That’s okay, I have a very active imagination.” Chris bit his lower lip.

His cocky demeanor meant you would have to bring out the big guns. You pulled off your shirt in one quick motion. Chris could now feel your bare breasts against his furry chest.

“You don’t want to look?” you asked.

Chris' face twitched as everything in his body was telling him to look, touch, suck and lick every inch of you.

“Now that’s cheating,” Chris said.

You held each other for a little while more, each of you expecting the other to break eye contact.

“How about a peace deal? On the count of three we stop staring at the same time.” You could feel yourself getting wetter. You would do anything to speed up this armistice.

Chris put on a contemplative face and pretended to mull over your proposition. After a very painful minute, Chris revealed his answer.

“Okay… deal.”

With anticipation you began the countdown.

“1….2…..”

Before you could say ‘three,’ Chris leaned in and passionately kissed you, his tongue quickly finding yours. Both pairs of hands began exploring each other’s bodies. Chris hungrily grabbed your breasts, and you let out a moan into his mouth.

Chris picked you up, and your legs wrapped around his waist. While kissing your neck, he gently placed you on the counter.

He pushed you back so you laid across the island. He slowly peeled off your underwear, leaving kisses on your now bare hips.

Chris kneeled down so that his mouth could take you all in. He made a low murmur as he found you dripping in wetness, sweet confirmation that he wasn’t alone in his eagerness.

You reached out for Chris as his tongue encircled your clit and two of his fingers slid inside. You grasped the air as a wave of pleasure coursed through your body.

Wave after wave, lick after lick. You were getting closer to coming but you wanted to feel more than his fingers inside of you. You sat up and grabbed Chris’ hard cock, pulling it free from his boxers.

While staring into his eyes, you guided his cock inside you. You both stared at each other as pleasurable sensations danced across your faces.

Chris’ cock filled you completely and with every thrust you let out a deep moan. You leaned back and began rubbing your clit.

“Are you going to come for me?” Chris asked as he watched your body writhe.

The pace of your hand began to quicken. “Oh my God… you’re hitting the right spot. Please don’t stop. I’m coming.”

The final wave crashed, sending your whole body into spasms then all tension was released. A giant smile spread across your face as your body relaxed against the wooden countertop.

“You're not done yet,” Chris said. “Get down on your knees.”

You scouch off the island and did as you were told. You got on your knees and looked up at Chris’ beautiful sweaty body and throbbing cock.

You opened your mouth and leaned towards him until your tongue touched his tip.

“Look at me,” Chris said as he hungrily gazed down upon you.

You stared deeply into his eyes as you enveloped your mouth around his cock and began sucking. You watched as every flick of your tongue drew out a gratifying expression.

Chris grabbed your long hair into a ponytail and guided your head as you moved your mouth up and down his shaft. You held onto Chris’ thighs and took all of him in. The occasional choking sounds would only elicit words of encouragement from Chris.

“Good girl...now open your mouth wide for me.”

All of that deep throating pushed Chris over the edge.

“I’m going to come. Open your mouth and look at me.”

You dutifully stuck your tongue out and looked up at Chris as he stroked his cock. You watched as his body pulsated and then erupted, his white, thick load trickling onto your cheek and neck. Chris let out a satisfying sigh and grabbed a fresh towel. He knelt down on the floor with you, wiping your face and body clean followed by tender kisses to your shoulder.

“Come on, let’s go to bed. For real this time.” Chris grabbed your hand and led you into his bedroom.

You both collapsed onto his bed and began to entangle your arms and legs. Before closing your eyes for a well deserved sleep you took one last look at each other.

Nothing needed to be said. Your eyes told enough of a story.

[totomoshi]

Bad day

pairing: Chris Evans x reader

MASTERLIST

authors note: requested by @hoperu14 ! i hope i did your request justice love 🥰 not my proudest work but still i hope you enjoy reading this <3

If looks could kill, everyone around you would be 6 feet under right now

Normally, you wouldn't expect a Monday out of all days, to go swimmingly.

Like, come on, it's called Monday blues for a reason.

Alas, the universe decided to prove you wrong for the billionth time by making this Monday the worst of them all.

It all started when you and your sister fought on the phone due to her stupid boyfriend (which you never liked in the first place, mainly because he's a jackass) decided to flirt with you

Your sister being the lovesick idiot she is didn't believe you and that caused the both of you to exchange a few... let's just say, words that should never be spoken in front of a child

That's when you decided to forget about that stupid fight and just get ready for work

But in honour of Murphy's law, if anything can go wrong, it will. That being said, your car decided that today out of all days that it would have a flat tire.

Well on the bright side, you were only a few blocks away from the office, so problem solved right?

Wrong.

Even though you were only a few blocks away, you couldn't just leave the car! What if it gets stolen? Or worse, vandalised?? Yeah no, you’d rather just change the tire and be done with it, even if it meant making you 25 minutes late for work.

After arriving at the office, you explained to your boss the reason for your tardiness while also internally praying to every God there is so that he will be reasonable and won't fire you

Unfortunately, the gods were maybe on a break so your boss being the prick he was, decided to fire you on the spot in front of everybody.

Well, just fan-fucking-tastic.

Looks like you can cross off ‘being humiliated in front of a crowd’ off your bucket list.

As you were trudging out of the office with your items in tow, the heel of your favourite pair of stilettos broke off.

Really, could this day get any worst?

Thank God you were already near your car.

“Breathe y/n, think happy thoughts” you mumbled as you went into the car and sped off.

As soon as you got home you were positive that if people saw you right now, they would probably be able to see a mini storm cloud over your head

While opening the door, you were sure that nothing could get rid of the storm that was your bad day but you kinda forgot one small detail

“Honey, you’re home!”

You have Chris Evans (who's the literal embodiment of sunshine and rainbows) as your boyfriend

Before even getting a chance to reply, a medium size of fur launched itself onto you

Ah, Dodger.

The moment you laid eyes on your two favourite boys, the bad mood sort of melted off you

“Aww hi baby, did you miss me? Of course, you did” you said as you hugged your son- I mean dog.

“Okay wow, so Dodger gets a hug but not me?” he pouted

You giggled as you pulled away from Dodger and set him down

“Aww, don't be like that you big baby, come here” you opened your arms signalling for a hug

Chris chuckled as he came to you and picked you up while also spinning you around.

“Christopher! Put me down!” you scolded but failing to hide your smile

“Never!” he said while peppering kisses all over your face

Unknown to Chris, during that exact moment, you knew that, if you were with him, all of the bad days would be worth it because you have him and he has you.