#it says more about how big it was for evan more than its too small for gregory

[puhpandas]

sometimes I think my flashlight duo is too imbalanced with Gregory being so much to Evan but Evan not being as much to Gregory (how much they like changed eachothers lives I mean) but then I remember I made it so one of the things Gregory tells Evan all the time is that it doesnt matter how much he can offer him because that's not why hes his friend.

like Gregory isnt friends with Evan because he can give him something, hes friends with him because he likes him as a person. and u know Evan would always be feeling guilty about spoiling the mood or ruining the fun or something but the reality is that Gregory doesnt mind and just loves being Evan's friend and knowing him and spending time with him. and that can be enough

[kinardsevan]

I don't know if it's enough of a prompt but : Tommy says I love you first

i come to you in pieces (so you can make me whole)

He never intends it to be a big thing. He’s done the whole to-do before, made a whole thing out of telling someone exactly where his heart is in the mix of it all. The first serious relationship he had after coming out felt like doing everything for the first time, and in a lot of ways it was. He’d spent so much of his adult life trying to fit into a hetero-normative relationship that when he finally met a guy and fell in love and everything felt the way all the movies and songs described it, he wanted all of it.

And granted, he’s always been a hopeless romantic at heart. Maybe that was a form of self-preservation in the midst of all the loneliness, that he could believe that someone might actually come along one day and sweep him away the way all the movies say happens. Still, when he’s actually had those moments, they never measured up. He’s given his entire heart to someone on a silver platter, flowers and candles included, only to have that moment fall short of what he expects out of it.

But then he meets Evan. 

And it’s a tenuous thing for a while. Because when they first meet, and the first date falls flat on his face with Evan basically shoving them both back in the closet, he’s sure that this gorgeous man he’s felt his heart quickening at is just another passing blip, something he probably shouldn’t let himself get so tied down too. He reminds himself not to get too excited when Chimney or Hen calls about something small; when Eddie wants to know if he wants to rent the next fight and split the price. 

And then Evan calls back and asks him out for coffee. And Tommy knows how much courage it takes, just to take another stab at something when it’s already fallen on its face once. He understands even more how scary it is to suggest the idea that the person you’re dating wants to out themselves to an entire group of people, more specifically their group of people. But for as apprehensive as he was, the wedding went off without (much of) a hitch, save for the awkward glances coming from the Buckley parents. Still, Tommy had long since learned that Evan’s thoughts on whose opinion really mattered about his personal life had more to do with Bobby Nash and Athena Grant than it did Philip and Margaret Buckley. 

He knows it’s coming after that; knows that even if Evan isn’t quite ready to shout from the rooftops that he’s bisexual, that at the very least, he’s okay with his loved ones knowing, and that’s what really matters to Tommy. As it is, Evan becomes the one who takes on a penchant for PDA, whether it’s a hospital waiting room, a bar on a Friday night after a shift, or the middle of the Pride parade. Tommy knows Evan meant it when he wasn’t sure what he was ready for, and he’d never mention it out loud for fear of scaring him back into some need to cower from outside opinions that don’t actually matter, but his boyfriend is no shrinking violet in embracing letting people know just how much he likes Tommy.  And at that point, how is Tommy not supposed to fall back? 

He waits a respectable amount of time. Even though they never actually put an exclusivity label on it all, neither of them are seeing other people. Dates on days off turn into showing up for each other atter a long shift, which turn into overnights, and then long weekends. They still live separately, but Tommy isn’t entirely sure why when one of them is always at the other’s place. Showing up for a loved one becomes a package deal, mostly because they’re just so limited already in the amount of time they get with one another. 

Maddie tells him she thinks it’s cute. Chimney jokes that it’s gross, that he doesn’t need to see his brothers quite that domestic with one another, though he refuses to admit that he finds it endearing. Eddie just gags at the sight of them at this point. Hen never complains, instead only ever commenting that she’s happy to see her two friends finally settled in a relationship, although the fact that it’s with each other was never on her bingo card. 

And Bobby…well Bobby sees it before he ever says a word. In the midst of a family dinner (breakfast) at the end of a long shift for the 118 that Tommy showed up to because Evan’s jeep was in the shop, and they already had plans to spend the weekend together. 

“You should tell him,” Bobby says after sending the rest of the shift off to change into their civies. 

“Hmm?” 

Bobby tilts his head at Tommy. “It’s written all over your face, Tommy. And I think everyone knows it but him.” 

Tommy can’t help glancing towards the first floor then, apprehensive at the suggestion. 

“Besides,” Bobby continues, drawing his attention back. “The whole house is betting on Buck going first, and I’ve got five hundred on you.” 

. . .

They’re standing in the kitchen again. They’d fallen asleep after getting back to Evan’s place when his shift ended, taken some well-deserved rest. After waking up, Evan had mentioned wanting to go back to their place; Miceli’s is only known to them as that now. It’s a Friday night, so Tommy had to call ahead to make sure they’d have the table, but at this point, there’s very little he’s not willing to do to satisfy his boyfriends wants and needs, regardless as to how ridiculous they may get. 

Evan is rambling on about another deep dive, and Tommy doesn’t mind. He enjoys learning little things from the vast amounts of knowledge his boyfriend consumes. More than that, he enjoys the way Evan lights up when he gets on a tangent. As the girls would say, it something about Evan that makes him get all “swirly”. 

“So I said to Eddie, just because giraffes are more likely than people to get struck by lightning doesn’t necessarily mean that they will be. I mean I think I proved-..” 

“I’m so in love with you,” he murmurs as Evan’s midway through his sentence. 

The blonde stares at him slackjawed, eyes unfocused and looking as though he’s just found the answers to a question he never thought to ask but always wondered, the very same way he did the first time they kissed. 

“W-what,” he rasps. 

Tommy gives a small nod, the hint of a smile on his face as his eyes trail down Evan’s chest, the fingers on his left hand rubbing gentle circles over Evan’s hip. His gaze drifts back up, finding those crystal blue eyes he so desperately wants to spend every spare second drowning in. 

“I’m in love with you, Evan,” he says in that monotone voice, like he’s not shifting their entire universe with those six words. “Stay awake after a twenty-four, drink your god-awful idea of good coffee, let all of my limbs fall go numb if it makes you comfortable to fall asleep on me, in love with you.” 

Evan clears his throat then, but Tommy has a front-row view to the way tears run into his waterline, and it occurs to him in that moment, maybe someone has never actually told his boyfriend that he matters that much to them. And on one hand, he’s glad he gets to be the first, but on the other, he wants to fill a room with every person that’s ever claimed to love Evan Buckley in the past and ask them how they could possibly tell him that without explaining just how much.

“You don’t have to say it back right now,” he continues. “I just wanted you to know that; that I love you.” 

Evan lifts his hand to Tommy’s shoulder and takes a step forward, fingers wrapped around the other man’s collarbone as he leans into him, slides his tongue into Tommy’s mouth. There’s such a gentleness about it, that Tommy almost doesn’t need the words. Any clarity of what exists between them burns its brightest when they’re like this, skin on skin, always needing to touch one another to ground themselves. 

He breaks them apart after a time, eyes closed for half a second longer, just taking in the moment. Evan’s hand shifts up, rests against the side of his neck as his thumb trails over Tommy’s jaw. 

“I think I fell in love with you the first time we stood here,” Evan admits softly. “When you asked me if it was okay that you kissed me.” 

Tommy lets out a silent chuckle as a smile crosses his face. Evan tilts his head to the side, that same sheepish smile Tommy has come to love playing on his features. Tommy finally manages to lift his gaze and meet Evan’s once more, bringing a thumb up to brush against his bottom lip. 

“If you had told me flying into a hurricane on a whim would get me here, I think I would’ve called your bluff.” 

Tommy’s smile pulls wider across his face and he leans back in, kisses the corner of Evan’s mouth. He tilts his head up then, whispers into Evan’s ear. 

“I thank God every day that I answered Chim’s phone call because I don’t want a version of this life that doesn’t have you in it.” 

Evan leans into him at those words, buries his face in the crook of Tommy’s neck, and Tommy kisses his shoulder as his hand runs over Evan’s back soothingly. When Evan finally pulls back, he rests his forehead against Tommy’s, eyes closed, swept up in the wave of emotion the conversation has brought up between them. 

“I feel so lucky to get to love you, be in love with you.” He pauses for a tick. “Be loved by you.” 

“There’s no luck involved, babe,” Tommy murmurs to him. Even with his eyes closed, tears slip past them, and then Tommy’s hands are on his face, wiping them away. 

“You are so deserving of it, Evan,” he tells him softly. “And you make it so easy.” 

[stoned-writer]

A request where chris evans fucks his assistant, reader in his trailer

so so sorry this took the longest ever but here we are !

side note- i shall no longer write for c.evans

photo not mine*

the assistant - Chris Evans

summary- after being friends with chris for years and working for him, the feelings boil over and tension breaks.

warnings- p in v unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it yall), choking, use of daddy, oral (m & f) not sure of any other pls lmk !

word count- 1,351

a/n- not totally happy with this but i hope yall enjoy.

MINORS DNI 18+

You had been friends with Chris since high school, you knew his life and all its chaos better than anyone so it only made sense when you inevitably became his assistant as his career grew. 

You did have one tiny problem with your little arrangement…

You’re unbelievably in love with him. 

It was especially hard on days like today when you’re on set with him watching him walk around like he isn’t the sexiest man alive. You don't really know when it happened, maybe you always felt this way about him, but all you knew was you couldn’t take it anymore. 

You were sitting in his trailer answering some emails when he strolls in wearing the most simple outfit, jeans and white t-shirt that is at least a size too small, almost instantly the dirty thoughts start running through your mind “his arms look so sexy, i wonder what it would feel like to have them wrapped around my-” you’re snapped out of your daze when you realize he's talking to you shit “hey pretty got a lot to do today?” he asks sweetly, tilting his head slightly, you blush and look away hoping he doesn’t notice “no actually all done for the day” he plops himself down on the couch next to you, arm stretched out behind you. He’s so close you can smell his cologne so casual like he doesn’t know he's driving you insane. 

You finally look up at him and find he’s already looking at you with a cheeky little smirk on his face he’s up to something “well what do you know i'm all done for today too.” The sexual tension between the two of you is off the charts right now you think you might explode if someone doesn’t make a move soon. 

He catches you staring, “see somethin ya like doll?”  Your eyes snap up to his - is this really happening right now ? taking a second to catch your breath you look from his eyes to his lips briefly before replying “yeah would there be a problem with that?” he laughs lowly casting his eyes over your body before making his way back up to your eyes “not at all” he leans in a little bit and you find yourself leaning to meet him halfway, his hand makes its way to the side of your neck, lips barely touching he says “are you sure about this pretty girl?” you nod your head instantly but that’s not enough for him, “words baby” he demands shit you're wet you lick your lips “yes i'm sure.” 

He doesn’t waste any more time and crashes his lips to yours. You both moan out at the new contact between the two of you. It was like the dam finally broke after years of pent up tension and pining it was finally happening. 

He brings his hand down to the back of your thigh and grabs you to sit up and straddle his lap as both his hands now slide to grab your ass, he moans into your mouth at the feel of the flesh between his huge hands. You instinctively start to grind down on him feeling how hard he is through his jeans. You slide down off of him to rest on your knees in between his legs as he adjusts himself to be manspreading looking down at you with a lazy smile on his stupidly handsome face. You reach to undo his belt and make quick work of sliding his jeans off, you can't say you're surprised when you see how big he is through his boxers, saliva pooling in your mouth at the thought of getting him into your mouth. Reaching up to slide his boxers down, he mumbles almost to himself “i can't believe this is actually happening” you almost didn't hear him but you chuckle and say “oh believe it baby.”

You lock eyes with him as you spit onto his cock “jesus christ” he exhales, and you proceed to take him into your mouth as much as you can, his eyes roll back at the feeling of your mouth working on him, he brings his hands to gather your hair in a makeshift ponytail- “look at you angel so pretty with my cock in your mouth goddamn so good honey, such a good girl for me aren’t you?’ you moan around him at his praise. His hips buck up into your mouth as you take him further down your throat, “fuck baby as much as I would love to cum in your mouth I need to be inside you right now” he growls as he pulls you off of him as he undresses you insanely fast and pulls you back into his lap. 

He brings his hand under your chin to make you look at him as you position yourself over him, swiping his thumb across your bottom lip and pushing it into your mouth, he exhales “gonna be the death of me pretty girl”

You both moan out in sync as you sink down on his cock, giving you a minute to adjust, he rubs his hands over your hips as he starts to move you back and forth. “So big daddy oh fuck-” “shit say that again baby, go on what’s my name?” “daddy- feels so good, so deep” he then takes this opportunity to stand and place you down on your back on the way too small couch. 

He then starts destroying your pussy at an alarming pace but you couldn't think past the immense pleasure you're feeling, he brings his hand up to your throat and applies just the right amount of pressure, “eyes on me angel” he growls to keep you present with him, he looks down to where the two of you are connected and spots a bulge in your lower stomach, it drives him crazy, he presses down on it and says “fuck honey feel that? Feel how deep i am in your guts, god this pussy was made for me.” you're a moaning mess, unable to form a complete sentence “uhh fuck - daddy” he laughs lightly, “got you cockdrunk already huh? Feel you squeezing me baby i know you’re close go on give it to me cum all over my cock baby” thats quite literally all it takes till you��re screaming “oh my god chris- daddy fuck i’m cumming.”

Your orgasm triggers his own and he’s twitching inside you and spilling his whole load inside you. Moaning at the warm feeling, he leans down to kiss you. 

“I’m not done yet honey, eyes on me.” 

Before you can ask what he means he’s pulling out of you and sinking to his knees as he dives in to eat your pussy like a man starved. His tongue lapping up the mess you both made has you arching off the couch and grabbing at his newly buzzed hair and your eyes rolling back. “Come on doll, you got one more for me right?” “uhh fuck- yes daddy” he moans into you, “thats right yeah you do.”

You can feel the band getting tighter and you know you’re close, he knows it too.

“I know baby, go on cum, you can do it for daddy, let go” 

And you certainly do. 

As you start to come down from your high he sits up wiping the sides of his mouth bringing his fingers into your mouth so you can taste yourself. He leans down to connect your lips to his, he squeezes himself back onto the couch with you bringing you back to sit in his lap. Before either of you can say anything there's a knock on the trailer door, “uh Mr. Evans you're needed back on set” says a surely traumatized crew member. 

You both sigh and start to get dressed, before he steps out he places his hands on your hips and says “we will definitely talk about this when I get back” with that he kisses you sweetly like he didn't just rearrange your insides, throws you a wink and out the door he goes. 

[autisticclownfromhell]

Boo!

Mwahahahaha scaring the souls out of genshin characters with horror games (It's only a few FNAF jumpscares lmao)

Reader knows lots of fnaf lore and talks about it because if you didn't have a FNAF hyperfixation how did you survive as a kid???

sagau ig??? could just be an isekai situation idrc

Characters: Hu Tao, Xiao, Albedo

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Everyone who has met you within Teyvat have noticed something. You always tend to have this, small and thin box like thing with you. Oh, what did you call it again? A.. "phone"! Right.

Though most of them are perplexed by how it could possibly operate, they don't believe they could figure it out anytime soon. But they are always so interested in it when to use it! You can message people within seconds, do work, ask questions on the Inter-something.. and you can play games? What kind of games? They wondered what type of things like that would interest you.

Puzzles, online card games, what they weren't thinking of was something called FNAF. You rambled on about the lore of it every once in a while, so they though it was some sort of book series. But a horror game? Not what they were thinking.

Hu Tao would honestly love it.

Jumpscares? Scary?? No, its top tier humor to her. Tries to speedrun multiple games with you. Is actually quite good with most of the mechanics in all the game. (unlike me) Obsesses over game four and the nightmares, probably because a lot of people think its one of the scariest games. She's all "What do you mean scary? This is fun! :D" And if she ever got to meet Evan, she'd just fire him questions about the nightmares as if the boy wasn't absolutely traumatized by them.

If you own any of the books, she would get even more into it. Listens to every word you say about it, now you both obsess over the same thing.

I can see most characters disliking FNAF for its horror aspect, and yk all the murder and death, but her? Invested. I would totally take her to the FNAF movie when it comes out. 10/10

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Xiao would have such a monotone reaction.

"This is what people find fearful?"

Unimpressed would be an understatement. Now, that whole disappointed act fades away the moment you actually force him to play one of the games.

He's... ok at the game. Not anything incredibly good. You'd think that with his unimpressed attitude he'd be really good and chill and just call it easy, but no. Once he actually has to focus on the game? It would be impossible to distract him. His eyes are glued to that screen. Ain't no animatronic jumpscaring him today, no sir.

He won't allow himself to lose. If he does though? He wouldn't rage quit or anything, just a small frustrated sigh and a restart of the game. The more he loses though, the more it would get on his nerves. If he dies over 4 times in the same game he'd just hand your device back to you and just vanish.

Will absolutely lose his shit over balloon boy though. (me too) That little annoying guy comes up and steals his batteries, and suddenly the games in your hand and some random nearby hilichurls are going to meet a very bloody fate.

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Albedo is the no. 1 theorist out of them all.

I daresay that this man could debate with MatPat himself. May or may not have figured out almost half the lore by himself. He could be the next big game theorist. But other than memorizing every detail of the lore by memory, he's really good at the games.

He really enjoys the Sister Location game and Security Breach. Mostly because of their different gameplays, since they're very different than the other games. Also because of the lore. He loves the lore.

You thought that you rambled a lot about FNAF? Watch that title be taken away from you by none other than that blonde alchemist. Now YOU'RE listening to him excessively talk about a new theory he came up with about game 1 and 2. Now he's somehow beaten you in your own fixation.

Will constantly trash talk William, intentionally or not. His face turns to one of slight distaste when what he's talking about has William in it. Absolutely hates the guy. I mean, most people do, but he's now Albedo's worst (fictional) enemy. Who he is really interested in? Sun and Moon. if he had to pick a favorite game, it would be Security Breach. Genuinely wants to know the different programming between the two, what cues are used to change them when the lights are on/off, etc etc.

a/n: STOP IMAGINE ALBEDO ACTUALLY ARGUING WITH MATPAT OR MAKING A RESPONSE VIDEO TO ONE OF HIS THEORIES

[cressthebest]

Art Heist, Baby! thoughts pt. 10

chapter 28:

this is the heist chapter, so i’m just gonna make it its own post. it will be too long otherwise

1. james thinks that falling in love with regulus is the most exciting thing he’s ever done- more so than the literal heist. they’re so in love

2. hell yeaaaah babey! they even have the clothes sharing trope. regulus looks so small in james’ big t-shirt. fuck yeah

3. they’re all nervous and getting tea in the kitchen <3 they all get along and love each other. do NONE of them have melatonin tho??? babes, medically force yourself to sleep atp

4. peter swears barty’s snoring is so loud there is two people in there. 👀 evan perhaps??

5. i love mary and lily’s friendship so much. like, i love their background friendship in this fic so much. like, i cannot even use words to express how much i love it

6. remus and james fell in love with stars and it’s the most important thing about the heist to them. wait. hold up. i just.

7. “Anyone would be lucky to marry you, James Potter. Plus, I didn’t really think Regulus was the wear your t-shirt, fall asleep in your lap, dance on countertops, type either and yet, here he is.” sobbing. literally sobbing.

8. remus and james being best freinds in this fic instead of the typical sirius and james freindship is healing in ways i didn’t think would need healing. i am healed. they are forever going to be in each others lives.

9. sirius and james matching 😭😭😭. but it also raises the question of what the others are wearing. jeans and blouses? night clothes? leggings?

10. tensions are so high. i feel like i need to be clutching my pearls and holding my breath. this is so stressful. i’m so worried something will go horribly wrong. so stressed

11. i’m also concerned why they are worried about fingerprints but aren’t wearing gloves

12. oh good, they’re wearing gloves actually

13. i love that part of the way sirius’ has his pure blood character show in here is by the way he can tell the price, quality, painter, and style of a painting just by looking at it

14. i love that after the first wolfstar kiss remus got back to james and told him everything. and i love that sirius and james are bringing this up during the heist when their LITERAL LIVES ARE ON THE LINE

15. oh shit there’s footsteps. i’m so worried for sirius and james

16. thank FUCKING GOD THEY ALL MADE IT OUT ALIVE AND UNSCATHED AND SAFE OH GOD I WAS SO SCARED OH MY GODDDDDD

17. still getting a bit of a rosekiller vibe here…

18. shit fuck no shit fuck shit fuck shit fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck shit shit shit fuck fuck fuck fuck shit shit shit fuck fuck fuck fuck shit shit shit fuck shit fuck holy fucking shit there’s police and sirens and holy fucking shit shit shit. stop no, i had such high hopes

19. oh no james thinking that sirius tipped the police off. (but i’m getting a bit of a feeling that this will be parallel to the peter betrayal moments in canon)

20. (not barty letting out a maniacal laugh during a fucking car chase. he’s not helping the sociopath claims)

21. not pandora playing the euphemia card.

22. also, once again, i would like to make a callback to my previous thoughts on point number 18. still thinking that. very worried.

23. god, not james saying i love you to regulus while the police have opened fire on him. i’m so worried. god.

24. it will be fine tho. there’s 10 chapters left. and james isn’t the one who dies. i will be fine.

25. james was shot 😳

26. and they’re all on the plane. they survived. end of chapter. thank fucking god.

[toweroftunes]

waaaaaay 😭 more than six sentences sunday ☀️

thank you for the tag as always @silluuuu!!! OKAY. as you know, I wanted to get Chapter 2 done by today (and was even writing more of it last night), but I'd rather have it be decent than rushed. that said, I'm including the beginning of this chapter below the cut because Happy New Year's and stuff!!!

anyway, please also enjoy Wes meeting Maka for technically the second time:

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Turning around, Wes finally noticed that there was another person in the room. A person who was not his brother. A person who was now privy to the details of his sex life.

Not that Wes actually cared. He merely tilted his sunglasses up to the top of his head and said, “Oh. Hellooo.”

“Hello,” Maka replied.

Wes slid past Soul and sat in the seat next to Maka, extending his hand. “Wes Evans. You’ll have to excuse me, I’m usually ninety six percent less hungover, and twenty two percent more charming.”

Where the hell was he getting those numbers from? Soul briefly buried his face in his right hand. 

“I’ll take your word for it,” she said, shaking his hand. “I’m Maka.”

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(Grain of salt, people. This is un-betaed):

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Maka’s mouth was dry. Opening her eyes in a bleary state, she reached for the water she normally kept on her nightstand, only to find her arm falling through thin air instead. Oh, right. She wasn’t at home. She was at Soul’s place.

The dull throb of an oncoming headache spread across the left side of her skull. She pulled the blanket she was wrapped in over her face and groaned. Damn. She was supposed to get stuff done today. Ah, well, wouldn’t get to it any faster if she kept on laying there, would she?

So, Maka slowly sat up on the couch and rubbed her eyes. On the coffee table a few feet away sat a small pile of pins and ties she’d made when she let her hair down. Next to it sat her water from the night before, mostly full. She knelt on the ground and inched her way over to it. After tossing back a good portion of the glass, Maka set her elbows on the table, buried her head in her hands, and let out a soft laugh.

It was kinda funny, wasn’t it? How things turn out sometimes?

At one point or another, she texted Star that she was staying at a friend’s. She didn’t bother to see what he texted back. Probably something inappropriate or annoying, but most likely both.

Shit, her phone! Where was…ah, she’d left it in her coat.

Turning her head in the direction of where she remembered the front door to be, she stood up and stretched out. Alright then…phone, phone, phone. She hoped it was still charged. 

Walking over to the coat rack, she took in just how nice Soul’s apartment was.

‘It’s not like, super dirty or anything,’ he’d said last night. ‘But I didn’t clean before I went out tonight, ya know?’ 

Maka remembered saying something she thought was funny, but looking back was probably embarrassing, in response. ‘Are you telling me that a potato flew around your room before I came?’ 

It couldn’t have been all too bad, though, because she remembered him laughing back, fumbling with his keys. ‘Really into your internet jokes, aren’t you?’ 

‘Who isn’t?’ 

‘Yeah, well, all I’m saying is that it usually doesn’t rain, ya know?’

There were smatterings of mess here and there, but living with Star, she’d seen worse. No doubt, when she got home, there’d be a full kitchen sink to still clean up. Lamenting that fact, she admired Soul’s clean enough kitchen and its shiny, matching appliances. 

The exposed brick in the hall made her think the place might be a gut-job. Or maybe it was just meant to look that way for character, or whatever it was people liked so much about exposed brick. Either way, Soul must be paying big bucks for it. Tall ceilings, a snow-dusted balcony, and a living room large enough to comfortably fit a grand effing piano in the corner – all that was definitely more than the six seventy five a month she was paying living with Star and Tsu.

Reaching the entryway and making for her coat, she wondered not for the first time in the last twelve hours, how he actually afforded this place. In her wondering, she shoved her hands a tad too roughly into her pockets, causing the coat to fall to the floor. 

“Come on…” she muttered to herself. Kneeling down to grab the thing, she was met eye-level with a large frame covered in semi-torn bubble wrap, leaning against the wall. Peaking out at the edge of the ripped plastic, was an overly serious version of someone who looked an awful lot like Soul. 

Maka would like to say that no one could accuse her of being nosy, but the fact of the matter was that she’d been accused of such behavior more times than she could count on her fingers and toes combined. She was old enough now to accept it. So she peeled the plastic back.

NIGHT HEIST — Coming to Theaters November 12.

And there he was, face shadowed in the corner, but one hundred percent totally there.

Soul Evans. 

What…the fuck?

Maka’s hand reached back for her phone on the floor and gripped it tight in her fingers, her brain rapidly trying to recall how exactly she’d ended up spending the night with a fucking movie star without noticing she was spending the night with a fucking movie star.

[shamrock313]

Laura Marano and Ross Lynch

This reading is for entertainment purposes only. Please take everything with a grain of salt. Enjoy!!

Just for the record, I've never watch Austin and Ally. Heard of it. Never seen it. I did watch Ross as Jeffrey Dahmer with some friends. I think he and Evan both did a good job and I would be interested to see them working together. Maybe in a comedy or in a play as brothers? I'm down with either one.

I don't know anything about Laura. I have my phone next to me and I am in shock to know that she, Ross, and Jaz Sinclair are older than me. Didn't Ross cheat on Jaz?

NOTE: Ya'll I just read up on some tea about Ross and his brother and their hookups. Smh.

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Ross views on Laura: Star, Devil, 3oW, 9oW = Okay, so I think Laura definitely gives off "girl next door" or "goody two shoes" vibe ( I mean just look at her) and I'm sure it was like that on the show, but she's not all like that. She's very funny, I think she can come up with some dirty jokes, and I think she has some edge to her.

With the Devil card, I wonder if Laura had her own battles like eating disorder or mental health issues. Like I said, I don't know her and these cards should be taken with a grain of salt, but there had to be an issue that Ross saw her go through. It could also be stalking/harassment or even been treated poorly. Maybe some teasing? Now am I saying Ross teased her? No. I don't know him and I wasn't in the room but if he or someone did, I'm sure Laura was upset.

With 3oW if we're talking about friendship, this would be connection. Trying to connect with others and that's how Laura is. Wanting to get to know people and including them in projects or recommending someone. 9oW tells me there were challenges on set and they supported each other. Even though I've never seen the show, I don't think Austin and Ally was big like it's not like Waverly Place or Hannah Montana. It's a small show. There's not much attention. So, there's not a lot of demand. That's just my opinion.

Laura views on Ross: Knight of Wands + World = Very adventurous and work well together. Have they ever traveled together? Maybe it's not traveling, but venturing out with new opportunities. Learning from one another. If she has more experience than him, I think he learned a lot from her, but he developed his own skill as well when it comes to acting.

Overall Dynamic: 7oS, Magician, 2oP = First word I got was "two peas in a pod". For those who aren't familiar with that quote, it just means they share similar interest, but I do think they're their own person too. So for those who aren't in tarot think of 7oS as a backstabber, someone who is cunning, always watching their back, and that happens a lot in the industry. You can't trust everyone and you can't say too much or your words will come back at you. With 7oS and Magician together, as a combo let's think peer pressure. Maybe trying to influence someone to do something risky or even charm someone for their own usage. With all three cards, its basically saying that when they work together, they can create "magic". They can balance each other, but don't let someone pressure you into something you know isn't right. Take a closer look at who you are hanging with, and protect yourself.

[starstwinkleplanetsshine]

Daughter of the Sea

Chapter Twenty: I Go on my First Cruise (Read on AO3 here)

The day came for our mission, and there was still no sign of Percy. I couldn’t decide if that was a good thing or not. I walked to breakfast in a trance, taking one last glance at my cabin as the door shut behind me. We would be leaving once our meal was over and all the other campers had begun their morning activities so that we wouldn’t raise too much suspicion. But even so, I got strange glances as I sat down at the Poseidon table alone. Or should I say, more strange glances than I usually got. I found myself looking at the Athena table, an old habit I’d picked up, and then remembered the girl I was looking for wasn’t there. Annabeth was still on her own mission. I wouldn’t be getting any help from her, either. 

Eventually, the only people left at our tables were those of use going on the mission. We pulled on our backpacks and met on the edge of the pavilion as Chiron clomped over us. 

“It is time.” He said, and I tried to ignore how grave he sounded. “You all are secure on the plan?” 

We nodded. We had gone over it a million times in the last two days, we knew it backwards and forwards. The centaur’s words rang through my head, this cannot fail. 

“Very good. You had better get going, then. May the gods go with you.” 

Cady and Rosie gave him quick hugs, Evan shook his hand, and he and I shared a nod. Then we all made our way to the edge of the Sound without a word. 

“Are we ready?” I asked as the water lapped at my feet. 

“I guess we have to be.” Cady answered, and the other two nodded. That answer didn’t instill great confidence in me, but I crouched down and put my hands in the waves anyways. 

“Hey, umm, if we could get some rides, that would be great. Please. This is Angie, by the way.” I had never called upon the creatures of the sea for help before, although I knew Percy had done it. I wasn’t sure if there were specific words I was supposed to say, but soon enough four Hippocampi popped their heads up about ten feet from the shoreline, and I broke into a smile. Rosie giggled, and Cady and Evan shared uneasy looks. “There’s our rides.” I said, wading into the waves. 

“Do we have to travel over the sea?” Cady asked as she struggled to get onto the creature. 

“The Princess Andromeda is a ship, Cady. How else do you wanna get there?” I answered as I pet the neck of my animal. 

“I don't know! We could fly.” 

“And risk them seeing us? Uh uh, this is the only way.” 

She finally got her other leg around the Hippocampi’s back as the creature let out a whinny. 

“Plus,” I continued, “Me and flying don’t mix.” 

She grumbled something that sounded like “me and swimming don't mix”, but I ignored it. 

“Hey buddy, could you take us to the Princess Andromeda? You know what that is?” 

Big scary boat in the middle of the ocean with monsters on it? The hippocampus spoke in my head. 

“Yeah, that one.” I responded. 

The creature shuddered, but nodded its head up and down quickly. Yes, we know where that is. Anything for our Lady.

I smiled and petted its neck. “Thank you, we appreciate it.” My creature took off first. “Hold on!” I yelled to the others as their animals followed suit. Cady gave a small yelp, Rosie hollered, and Evan broke into a smile. 

Riding on the waves, I felt happier than I had in weeks. The salt spray in my face made me feel more alive than ever, and feeling the water on my skin made me stronger and healthier than ever before. I didn’t stop smiling the whole time. Schools of fish would come up to the surface to ask me questions, and a curious pod of dolphins followed us for a while, telling me the latest gossip from my father’s kingdom. I wasn’t sure what I looked like to my friends, talking to sea creatures they couldn’t hear, but I figured they didn’t mind. I was finally in my element—the sea was where I belonged. In a lot of ways, the sea felt like my true home. 

I never felt closer to my father, or my brother, than when I was on the water. I missed them more than ever. 

The sun was dipping in the sky as the hippocampi slowed down. I guessed it was nearing mid afternoon. 

The scary boat is close. My creature spoke to me. Sure enough, I could see a small speck on the horizon in the shape of a cruise ship. 

“Stay here.” I replied to mine and told the others. “I’ll be right back.”

The plan had begun. 

I slipped off my hippocampus, dipping into the water and letting the salt water fill my senses. I knew exactly where we were, the precise nautical coordinates. I could sense how far away the ship was, and I knew exactly how long it would take me to get there. Poseidon stuff. 

I began swimming, compelling the currents to push me forward and speed me along. I could feel the coldness of the water, but I was unaffected, a weird sensation I never quite knew how to describe. Soon enough, I was at the hull of the ship. 

I stuck my head out of the water slowly, looking up the metal sides. My job was to scout the ship and see where a good entry point would be, somewhere my friends could enter where there were no monsters or patrolling soldiers. I swam around the ship a few times, silent as any sea creature, and finally found a good spot. 

One of the lowest decks was left completely unguarded, and it had a ladder leading upwards. I didn’t know how long our luck would hold, so I raced back to where my friends were waiting for me. 

I popped out of the water next to them, making them jump. I would’ve been winded, but I could feel the water healing me as I bobbed up and down. 

“I found our entry point, but we have to move quickly.” 

Between the hippocampi and me affecting the currents, we made it to the boat in no time. I showed them the deck, and luckily there were still no monsters on the platform. I manipulated the water to lift me onto the ship, and then threw down a rope we had brought with us. The others climbed it quickly, and I leaned back over the side. 

“Don’t go far! We’ll need you to get out of here, and it might have to be fast.” I whispered to the creatures. Mine nodded. 

Don’t worry, my Lady. We understand.

I thanked them again and then turned to my friends. “Okay, phase two. Rosie, it's your time to shine.” 

The daughter of Aphrodite smiled widely and then looked around, like she was suddenly nervous. “Could you guys, umm, turn around? It’s weird to shift when people are watching.” 

We all did as she asked, stifling our giggles. After a minute, she spoke again. 

“Ready.” 

When we faced her again, my breath caught. I had never seen Luke in person before, I only knew what he looked like from descriptions Percy would tell me. What struck me the most was how normal he looked, well, besides the glowing golden eyes. Rosie had met with Chiron multiple times to get a detailed description of any changes that might have occurred since she saw him last, and she had been practicing for days to get it perfect. Even his, I mean, her, voice had a new, sinister edge. 

“What do you think?” Rosie asked. It was weird to see and hear Luke, who was actually Kronos, but knowing it was Rosie underneath it all. 

“I think it’s perfect.” 

“You definitely look like Luke.” Evan said, his voice sounding hollow. I suddenly realized how much harder this must’ve been for my friends—by the time I got to camp, Luke's betrayal was in full swing. I had never known him before Kronos had manipulated him and used him for his own devices. But my friends had known him before, they knew who he really was. I felt a pang of guilt. 

“You know what to do.” I said. 

Rosie nodded. “Give me a few minutes to get everyone away from the lower and main decks. And remember, there are a ton of demigods roaming around the ship. Just walk like you’re supposed to be here, and if anyone stops you, tell them you’re new. We’ve got this.” She gave us a dazzling smile, and for the first time that day, I felt a surge of hope. I was pretty sure she wasn’t charmspeaking us, but even if she was, I would’ve welcomed it. I needed all the help I could get just then. 

She turned and disappeared around a corner, leaving the three of us to wait. 

“What if this doesn’t work?” Cady asked as she tugged on her braid. 

“It will. It has to.” I said quickly. I couldn’t afford to think like that.

“We have it on good authority that Kronos isn’t actually on board, so Rosie just has to make up a reason he came back and give them their orders. She’ll be great. She can be very convincing.” 

Cady cracked a smile—it was good to keep a child of Aphrodite around when you needed the powers of persuasion. 

While we waited, we put on the pieces of armor we brought with us to hopefully look like some of the demigods of Kronos’ army. It was the first time in my life seeing Cady without her orange camp T-shirt and her camp necklace, and it was a strange sight. Once ten minutes had passed, we started to move. I took a deep breath, whispered a prayer to my dad, and put one foot in front of the other. 

I led Evan and Cady down the winding hallways and passages, somehow knowing exactly where I needed to go. Evan took notes as he walked, hastily drawing a map that actually didn’t look half bad. That was the thing about the child of Hephaestus—if he cared about something, he was excellent at it. 

We didn’t pass another living being until we made it to the hallway with the engine room. It was another demigod, and they didn’t say anything as we passed. I didn’t recognize them, but I heard a small gasp from Cady as they walked by. My heart twisted for her. I didn’t even consider the possibility of the older campers knowing kids who had joined Kronos. The thought of that made me want to cry. 

Rosie must’ve been doing a good job, because the engine room was completely empty when we got there. Evan got to work right away, taking meticulous notes and writing down everything he could. We stayed there for a while before I started to get antsy. 

“Don't you think this has all been too easy?” I asked as I paced across the small room. 

“Honestly, I'm grateful. Ros must be doing a scarily good Luke impression.” Cady answered. Evan either hadn’t heard me, or was actively ignoring me. Eventually, I couldn’t take it anymore. 

“I’m gonna go out and do more scouting.” I began to march towards the door. 

“Whoa, I don’t think it's a good idea to split up.” Cady blocked my path. 

“But we’re already split up. Plus, this way we can get a better layout of the ship.” 

Cady tugged on her braid, a tell-tale sign of her nerves. “Umm, well, I just dont think—” 

Whatever she was going to say was interrupted by a faint shimmering near my head, and I recognized it as the beginnings of an Iris message. For a split second, my heart leapt into my throat as the hazy vision of Luke/Kronos came into view. Then I remembered the plan—Rosie was supposed to message us from a private place thirty minutes after she started her rounds. 

“Updates?” She whispered in the Titans voice. 

“We’re in the engine room, no trouble so far.” 

She visibly relaxed. “Good. I haven’t had trouble either. Everyone I've talked to has believed me without a second thought.” 

“Thank the gods.” I breathed out. 

“Thank Ros’ acting teacher.” Cady added. I didn’t disagree. 

“I was about to go up to the main deck and get the lay of the land.” I said, ignoring Cady’s glare. “Is it clear?”

“Should be.” Rosie replied. “I sent everyone I could to the upper decks or to their cabins. ‘Emergency preparedness drills’ I said. No one batted an eye.” 

I had never been scared of a child of Aphrodite before, but now I was beginning to think I had seriously misjudged them. 

“Great. Stick to the plan. Meet back on the platform in twenty minutes.”

Rosie nodded. “See you soon.” Then she waved her hand in the mist, and her image disappeared. 

“Angie, I still think—” Cady started. 

“You heard her! There's no one on the main deck. It's completely safe! I’ll be fine. You stay with Evan.” I sidestepped her so quickly she barely had time to react. I was out the door in an instant, and despite her protests, I shut it quickly behind me. 

The hallway was still empty, so I steeled my nerves and walked as calmly as I could. I made my way through winding staircases and down narrow hallways until I found myself on a large deck that was open to the ocean on one side. I was taking notes the whole time and making a crude map that I would have to have Evan redraw later. And so far, I hadn't run into a soul. Something in the small of my back started tingling as I looked around. This is definitely too easy, I thought. But even so, I kept walking and exploring, charting the way as I went. I was about to head back down to the platform where we would meet, assuming my twenty minutes was almost up, when I felt the ship shift ever so slightly. The engines kicked on and we increased speed. To anyone else, the change would’ve been imperceptible. To me, it was unmissable. The Princess Andromeda was changing course, and I knew exactly where it was heading now. 

[smileymoth]

7, 8, 14

7. Who are some artists that have inspired you? This isn't a difficult question but it's hard to like... describe why someone inspires me. I think the 1 artist that has sort of guided me to find my art style is definitely godlyDescentUFO they mostly post on deviantart/twt of which i don't really use anymore. I still think about their art a lot, and often. The colour palettes they use and the composition and body language of the characters drawn... It's just special to me. I want to replicate it. One day. Again I feel like Ive been too sucked into fandom these past few years to really do what i want to but I'll... I'll explain that later .But yeah they've been my favourite artist ever since I found them. I feel like if you just go thru their gallery you can tell why I like them

Then there's clickbaitcowboy . He's on tumblr go give them a follow. he makes godly oc illustrations and his painting skills are so... so so so so AAHHH. Im in love fr I can't explain it. The shading makes me go insane and the way he draws out anatomy and muscles and fat and just bodies in general... god

supppe, another person who is on tumblr whose colour paletes bring me joy. He makes comics and his art style is super pleasing to the eye

And from current fandom I think everyone can agree that panidanya and wszczebrzyszynie are incredible artists . Panidanyas anatomy and painting skills kill me every time and wszczebrzyszynie has this really nostalgic(?) art style that my heart can get behind. It creates art with such passion and love, you know, you can't deny that. if you look at its art you just know

Other than that the main inspiration i guess comes from my friends, from my mutuals' art. It doesn't have to be something big. It can be as simple as a small detail in someones clothing or the facial expressions. God this reminds me I miss my friends art. Evan you need to make more art I miss you

8. How would you describe your art style?

Matured deviantart emo semirealism. I dont think semi realism really fits my style bc it still feels too cartoony to me. I dont think my art style is really all that well developed idk it lacks identity to me but Im also hyper critical of my art

14. Do you prefer to make fan content or original content? This is a tricky goddamn question I thought about this for like 5 minutes and now Im even more confused. I am an oc artist first. I don't like "original" art in the sense of those paintings that just exist in a vacuum with no character stories behind them. I want something you can follow, you know. I want there to be some form of a story. which i guess is my downfall sometimes. When i draw fandom art i feel like they're also my ocs. esp bc its... its mcyt... You kind of have to make it into your oc because you have 16x16 pixel canvas and someones 2010 kakashi skin to work with.

On the other hand, bc i'm an oc artist, Im making 'fan content' of my ocs. Technically. Do yuo follow. So me drawing my babyboy Daniel 400+ times in a decade is kind of like fan content but Im the only fan... So whats original content and whats fan content.

I do feel like being so intertwined in fandom content may have hindered my art development a little bit, since I completely stopped drawing my ocs for a little while. I didn't get to explore their lives through art as much as I would've wanted to. I haven't been drawing as many backgrounds because I do enjoy mostly drawing interiors and there's not much interiors to talk about when it comes to mcyt... And ive also just been lacking motivation for it.

All in all i think i enjoy "original" art more, because it gives me more, it gives more to my heart. It's not that i don't enjoy drawing mcyt, but I think I should maybe try to draw mcyt in a more personal? matter? Without too much fandomification? I want to make more art that has "meaning" per say, with backgrounds, a story behind them. (this is just for me and what i want to get out of art, this doesn't apply to anyone else. it's such a slippery slope bc i know saying these things may feel hurtful to others but i am only talking about myself.... okay T_T) I dont know if any of this makes sense. I'm always lost in my direction with art and going to art school didn't make it any better <3

I do think that because I've been going thru a lot of personal warfare in the past 3 years, fandom HAS helped me in the sense that it helps me with creativity, since i have been severely lacking in creative thinking, I just struggle with it nowadays, so if I can draw ethubs making out under a tree bc they did so in episode 402 out of season 194 then so be it, at least it'll help me create

[catt030516]

The burning fire of our fallen tree makes me reminiscent youth. Coon hunting till late, starting a big fire, pulling the trucks around it. Getting drunk.

Being in love like never before.

You can’t replicate being naive. We actually never used anything. I think we thought we were going to just have babies and live happily ever after.😂😂😂 we never had any which must have just have been the universe.

But, he broke up with me because (I told you the cologne story) I wasn’t forthcoming about hanging out with someone of the opposite sex. Then his dad signed him out of school the next day.

In response to him having a cheating scandal or two with his ex and Mary.

Like I said I miss being naive. Because now that I look at it without the “buts…” it’s harder to just blame me. He hurt me w/o excuse. I did the same. Wish I’d have been stronger and then I’d have been less scared of the truth. And he had no reasons to cheat on me. That was mean.

Just saw Mike in my driveway today. Asked me how the fire was.

I instantly thought:

“Kelly? Cate? For the love of Christ why did you fuck that up and give this man another shot when he was clearly fucking another woman???!?!?”

Fear.

Fear of change.

Fear of what others would think.

Its almost always fear. Fear prevents more unhappiness then any straight up abuse does.

I was scared to lose my kids. I was afraid he’d take them from me. At that point in his life, Buoy did nothing but support and love me. He was good with Evan who was two. And I never appreciated that until it was too late.

And damn, Bukowski said it best:

“…and there’s nothing ever worse than “Too late.”

We get such a small flicker of time on this wheel of karma tic life, and it’s amazing what lengths we go to to gain the favor of someone or everyone else but ourselves. Just so we can live another lifetime ( I believe within our own family lines) and try to do it correctly.

**If I’m rambling quit reading because I’m copying it/pasting it for the journal entry I have to do😂😂**

I think the hardest decisions are the ones the ones we carry out in length because we are afraid. Afraid of hurting someone. So we what? Hurt ourselves? Hurt other people with us? Hurt our futures.

There was a time, when for approx. a month I would be sat down on Sundays prior to leaving to go home. You’d give me these dancing words, basically you were trying to say, “Look, I feel like lost. I need more of you.”

You are human. It would be hard to process, but with Evan, hell, I have asked his father. Even 6 months was not unreasonable. But in your confusion you let her, exactly a year to the week,come and tell you you were together.

Which was made clear to everyone but her.

After every sacrifice I’d ever given you. After all of the missed holidays, swallowed grief, sleepless night, long drives. Shared secrets. Shared motherfucking secrets.

Just because you could never look up and say, “yes, Dawn. You moved out I’ve been seeing someone. It’s going well. I don’t hate you. You are the mother of my children. We both made mistakes. But I understand and respect the life you’ve made this year as well. I’m sure you will respect my life as I respect your

Instead, it was jokes and dancing instead of answering the direct question. Who knows WHAT you are are afraid of. Maybe your just a borderline who can’t exist without the presence of chaotic relationship? I honestly have to admit I DONT know. I can’t know you at all after any of that, can I?

So for about a month you’d have these talks with me. Usually right after sex once I was dressed and ready to leave to make the drive home. Instead of saying, “I’m lonely don’t leave” you’d act like a stepdad/someone who was not Ron. You’d tell me how you weren’t divorced. All this bullshit I will never listen to again in my life. You acted like I didn’t have someone I just lost! Someone your cowardice denied me the right to sit at his funeral. The nerve of you.

Yes, I was very caught up in my feelings. When Ronda found me passed out barely breathing there’s no way to describe how angry I was she found me. I acted like Sylvia Plath.

And why wouldn’t I? I was begining to experiance the very long eulogy that is burying a man that never existed. Whose not physically dead. But there’s nothing NOTHING left of who I thought I knew.

I understand a lot of people live the way they do. It’s about the years, not the rules or any degree of happiness. I want you to remember (and I’m sure you do) who was really there for you, when you were hard? working Friday nights, when things were upside down with your mom. Did you ever have to worry about me running around Ron, Did you? Did you ever? Did you care when your kids heartbeat stopped or were you relieved? I at least bought in to the fact I was part of your family. I introduced myself to the nurse as your girlfriend. Stupid me. Should’ve told her to hurry in and close the door.

“ I’m the mistress. Yes it’s been a year my boyfriend is afraid of his wife finding out and not being his friend anymore.”

😂😂Could you fucking imagine? Me putting up with you in that capacity??

Yeah, I can’t either.

That fear made all of that even harder then it had to be. Just because you couldn’t just say the truth. You drug this out so long, have said or done things nearly unforgivable ( I forgive once I process, for very selfish reasons.)

I hope you had a nice time we were together. I hope you long to feel how wonderful it was since wAaaay back in Angola. I hope it felt good to have me there next to you. Inside of me in our bed you now share with Dawn.

Because unless you’re

on your knees pleading for apologies for your egotism and dishonesty, you’ll never so much as kiss my cheek.

Ron Stroupe died last December. I don’t know who you are or why you’d think I’d put up with any of your antics. Please don’t cause this home, the home that brought you in without question, anymore damage.

The Ron Stroupe I knew had an estranged wife. He isn’t afraid to tell her about me. He wouldn’t have done that to us. He was a man. Hard or not, he was a man, not a coward.

6/23/2023

Can you celebrate 29 years or do you have to jump back to year 27 1/2?😂😂😂

[akunya]

Ok,, hear me out, 35 w oliver evans?!?!,#?! LIKE!?!?!!

They could be in his classroom and his students can walk in any minute,;, ,,

- ⚡anon!!! ( u can ignore this if u wanna!! Idm :o))!! Also, congrats on 200 followers!!!! U deserve it, cause ur writings?!?!?! R SO. :heart_eyes:, and ur bf is a fucking ass booo eww, u dont deserve him!!!! )

"we might get caught. does that turn you on?"

pairings: oliver evans / m!reader summary: teacher's pet loses his virginity: not clickbait? tw: size difference, TEACHER/STUDENT, age gap(?), voyeurism, exhibitionism, dubcon, manipulative, praise, etc.

notes: i actually gasped when i saw this rq. its been rotting my BRAIN for days. this might be terribly ooc, but this was fun. thank you so much for requesting again ⚡anon! age gap is hinted that oliver is older than you.

she/her + she/they + fem aligned/women DNI.

you sat on the professors desk, heart thumping as he pried your legs open. his gentle eyes raked over your body, your uniform shirt slightly unbuttoned, along with the growing bulge in your pants. the room was empty except for the two of you. it was after class hours, and oliver had asked you to stay behind to speak with him quickly. how could you say no, when he asked so politely?

"you're hard already, and i didn't even touch you yet. don't tell me you've been thinking about this before.." he chuckled at your shocked expression, as you backed away he only moved in further. you never took your teacher to be the teasing type. when you thought about him, on those nights that you fisted your cock and your mind wandered off on its own, you couldn't help but imagine him as a caring, gentle top. in your imagination, he'd hold you so softly, as if you'd crack under anymore pressure. he'd take you to his place, make you dinner and spoil you like a good pet. of course, that teacher of yours only lived in your indulgent virgin fantasies. you couldn't read the man in front of you. oliver still looked as neat and orderly as ever, as if he wasn't the one to lead you to sit on his desk and whisper dirty things in your ear for the past half hour. it was obvious he was hard too, but he didnt even bother to touch himself, his long fingers pinching and grabbing at your body instead. he was gentle, but teasing you relentlessly, loving the way you practically squealed when he whispered and licked the shell of your ear. you could see how he was holding back, letting go little by little. maybe he had some respect for the setting he put you in after all.

"we might get caught. does that turn you on?" he towered over you, making you feel exceptionally small. why was he so big? you shook your head, raising your voice a bit not wanting to give in. "i-it doesn't, i-" oliver pressed his finger against your lips, shushing you. the silence let you pick up on the familiar ambience in the halls, eyes widening. you felt your stomach twist in fear as you heard the footsteps of students outside. oliver didn't back away however, taking the opportunity to snake his other hand around your waist and pull you in closer. you couldnt protest, not wanting to say anything too loudly and draw attention to yourself from onlookers. oliver noted this, smirking as he held you closely. "shh, quiet little one. people might hear you." he laughed again, amused by how flustered and frightened you were.

the older man continued to slowly strip you, unbuttoning your shirt and pushing it aside to play with your chest. his skilled fingers playing and pinching with your nipples, squeezing and watching you intently as you squirmed and moaned. you couldn't help the noises that spilled out, hushed praises of "good boy" and "you're doing so well" in his deep voice only leading you further. whenever he praised you, even during class, you couldn't help the rush of excitement and pleasure that washed over you. you wanted more. more of his praises, more of his sweet voice in your ear, more of his touch. you had forgotten to try and resist, welcoming him when he had slipped his tongue into your mouth. the professor welcomed this, showering you with more praises and obscenities until you could barely think.

"such a good boy i have, hm? maybe even naughty students like you deserve a reward too." oliver hummed, loving how you had quickly given into his special treatment. you reminded him of an obedient little puppy when you excitedly nodded your head yes, whining and begging for something more. he always knew you had a thing for him too, but he never thought you'd admit it like this so quickly. seeing some students peer in, he noted that he should probably pick up the pace, but you barely seemed to register it at all anymore. you were so engrossed in having your teacher's attention on you, you didn't notice how some students peered through the window, shock on their faces at the scene playing in their very own classroom. maybe you were much more of a pervert than you initially thought.

"i can tell you've wanted this, haven't you? poor thing." oliver leaned in to kiss your cheeks, stealing another long kiss from your lips. he would have fun with you, he thought to himself. from the way you were trembling and your pants weren't even off, he couldn't wait any longer, guiding you to lay down on your back and keep your legs spread. unbuckling his belt, he wanted to engrave your flushed, nearly naked expression in his mind for the rest of his life.

after today, you'd be his little pet in and out of the classroom, whenever he wanted you to be - but he thinks you wouldn't mind, anyways.

[messers-moony]

Chaser at Heart | J.P

Paring: James Potter X Fem!Reader

Summary: Without realizing it James Potter has always been a Chaser regardless of his Quidditch position.

Everybody wondered where James Potter got his snitch that he played with. Rumors had been created, but only James and Y/n knew the real truth. The most common story was that James and his Marauders nicked it from a supply closet. The honest question was, why did James play with a snitch when he was a Chaser?

Y/n knew. James - even as a boy - had brilliant reflexes. They met in a field that was near both their houses. James went to the field to sit by the lake or even swim in the lake. Y/n climbed the trees and read books on the safety of the wooden bark. But one day, she wasn’t as lucky. Y/n fell from the branch she was sitting on, and James chased after her to catch her. 

Brilliant reflexes James had. At eight years old, he caught her and ran fast enough to do so. Y/n was waiting for impact, but she never felt it. Instead, two arms had been wrapped around her. One under her knees and one around her back. Instantly she was met with hazel eyes. 

They were beautiful. A gorgeous mix of green and brown. But it wasn’t mixed like paint - no - it was mixed like old and vinegar, separated but together. His hair was shaggy and a mess. It was a beautiful chocolate brown color to match the brown in his eyes. The grass could resemble the green in his eyes. Peonies represented the pink in his cheeks. 

The boy smiled, and Y/n smiled sheepishly back, “Afternoon.”

“Afternoon, sir.”

“Sir?” James repeated teasingly, “Do I look thirty?”

Y/n laughed, “Sorry. Force of habit.”

James set her on her own two feet, “Pureblood then too?”

“How did you know I was a witch?”

“Your scarf.”

She looked down to see the gold and maroon-colored scarf, “Oh. In that case, yes, I am a pureblood. You?”

“Me too.” James stated proudly, “Family of Gryffindors.”

“Me as well.”

James took her hand and kissed the back of it, “James Potter, at your service.”

Y/n blushed at his action, “Y/n L/n, at your service.”

From that point, Y/n and James became close friends. They’d switch between going to the lake or climbing trees. Thankfully their families knew each other, so becoming friends only brought them closer. In fact, Euphemia was so grateful to have Y/n’s mother closer now that their children were friends. Fleamont was delighted to be closer with Y/n’s father. 

Fleamont Potter delved in Potion making while his wife Euphemia worked at St. Mungo’s, helping wizards and witches all around London. Y/n’s father worked with magical creatures, and her mother worked with Euphemia. James and Y/n got extraordinarily lucky. They were together almost every day. 

Meeting at the age of eight gave them three years of being friends before going to Hogwarts. They were close by the age of eleven - really close. They stood side by side as they got on the Hogwarts Express and shared a compartment. James and Y/n talked animatedly until a knock at the container startled them. 

“Um- Hello, everywhere else is full. May I sit?” 

The boy had sandy hair and green eyes. Scars littered his body as far as the eye could see. He was rather tall for an eleven-year-old too, but he seemed nice enough. His voice had a thick welsh accent. It made his language a bit incoherent, but James and Y/n knew what he was trying to say. Nevertheless, James put on a bright smile. 

“Of course!”

He gave a nervous smile looking at Y/n, “Come on. We don’t bite. Although James gets pretty loud.” Y/n smiled.

The boy sat hesitantly beside Y/n, “I’m Remus, Remus Lupin.”

“Brilliant to meet you, Remus; I’m James Potter.”

“And I’m Y/n L/n.”

Another hour went by with James and Y/n starting to get to know Remus. They learned that he was a half-blood and that he thoroughly enjoyed books. Y/n and Remus bonded over that while James was listening aimlessly, just enjoying the sound of Y/n’s voice. But another knock interrupted the conversation. This time a more confident boy showed up. 

He was about the same height as James. He had dark brunet hair - darker than James’ - and blue-grey eyes. His smile was almost perfectly white and straight. His face structure was defined and chiseled. A cocky smiled grazed his features. 

“‘Ello!” He exclaimed, “I was wondering if I could sit here. I just got kicked out of every other compartment.”

Remus and Y/n shrugged; they looked at James, “Sure.” James replied, patting the seat beside him, “Come sit, uh….”

“Sirius, Sirius Black.” Sirius finished sitting beside James as both purebloods dropped their jaws. 

“Black? As in the Noble House of Black?” Y/n questioned, and Sirius nodded, “Indeed.”

James stuck out his hand, “James Potter.” Sirius shook his hand. 

“Y/n L/n.”

“You two are purebloods too. Gryffindor purebloods.” Sirius commented, “Yep!” They replied simultaneously. 

Sirius eyed the nervous-looking boy, “And you?”

“Rem- Remus Lupin.” 

The entire rest of the trip - seven hours - was spent talking—no more interruptions. Y/n, Remus, James, and Sirius all got to know each other. The four of them stayed together through everything until the sorting. They all stood near each other while Professor McGonagall began to call names. James was practically shaking in his boots. Y/n grasped his hand tightly. 

“You’ll be okay.” Y/n whispered, and James squeezed her hand thankfully, “Thanks, you too.”

Multiple names were called in alphabetical order of last name until finally B’s were beginning to get called, “Sirius Black!”

Y/n kissed his cheek, making Sirius blush profusely, “You’ll be fine.”

Sirius nodded as he pushed his way through the crowd of first years. Anybody in the wizarding world knew about the Noble House of Black. They were one of the most respected pureblood families. Most known for their line of Slytherins. Sirius Black sat on the stool and waited patiently as the hat spoke in his ear. His cousins watching eagerly from the Slytherin table. 

Silence cut through the crowd until, “GRYFFINDOR!”

The Great Hall was as quiet as a mouse. A Black in Gryffindor? The rival house to Slytherin, that was a no-go. James and Y/n exchanged nervous glances that said everything that needed to be - Sirius Black was going to be in big trouble. More names got called. Remus began to rock on his heels nervously. 

“Remus Lupin!”

Again, the process repeated itself. Remus took his seat on the stool, and the hat was placed upon his head, making its commented in the boy's ear. Remus’ hands wouldn’t stop moving, and it was making Y/n want to throw up. 

“GRYFFINDOR!”

The Gryffindor table yelled and cheered. Sirius Black upon them as a blissful smile placed itself upon Remus’ features. He stepped off the stood giving James and Y/n a grateful smile before sitting beside Sirius at the Gryffindor table. A red and gold tie was placed around his shoulders. His green eyes crinkled due to the cheerful smile on his lips. 

Attendance seemed to be going slower - or so that’s how it felt - because of how close they were approached the P’s. James’ grip on Y/n’s hand began to get tighter, and his hand began to feel clammy. Y/n didn’t mind. 

“James Potter!”

“Oh, Merlin…” James muttered before squeezing Y/n’s hand one more time. 

Before stepping on the stool, he looked back at Y/n, who gave him a reassuring smile. James Potter sat upon the seat, and once again, the hat was placed above his hair. Within seconds the hat seemed to have made its decision. 

“GRYFFINDOR!”

Y/n screamed loudly for him along with the Gryffindor table. James’ hazel eyes met her e/c ones, and he winked. The boy took his spot across from Sirius and watched eagerly at his best friend waiting to be sorted. Sirius snapped his fingers in James' face to get his attention. 

“How’d you meet?” Sirius inquired, “Mm?”

“How did you meet her?” 

“Oh, she fell out of a tree, and I caught her.” James replied distantly, still looking at his best friend left alone in the smaller crowd. 

“She’s nice.”

James nodded at Remus’ comment, “Definitely. She’s brilliant.”

Finally, they got to her last name. James was on his tipping point, and Sirius smiled reassuringly - like she had when he began to sit on the stood, “She’ll be fine. You know that.”

“I do, but still.”

Y/n couldn’t fathom her excitement yet nervousness. She was a walking contradiction. Carefully, not to step on her robes while her legs felt like jelly, she moved through the relatively small crowd. Only about ten kids remained now. Y/n sat on the stool and made direct eye contact with James, who threw her the most reassuring look possible. 

“Curious, very curious.” The hat spoke in her ear, “Loyal, hardworking yet courageous and stupidly brave.”

Y/n almost snickered, “What a brilliant Hufflepuff you���d make.”

“Please, Gryffindor. Please, Gryffindor.” 

“Gryffindor? Are you sure?” The hat queried, “Please.” Y/n begged. 

If the sorting hat could’ve shrugged, he would’ve, “If that’s what you think.”

“GRYFFINDOR!”

James stumbled from the Gryffindor table as Y/n got off the stool with the same smile Remus had. The blissful, relaxed, and cheery smile. On his way out from the table, he almost fell, but he chased his way to her until Y/n was wrapped in his arms. Y/n placed her nose in the crook of his neck while James’ face was buried in her hair. They pulled away, and James led her to sit beside him. 

“Told you she’d be fine.” Sirius remarked, “I worry.” James retorted with a smile. 

Y/n fiend offense, “You were worried! Where’d you think I’d go? Slytherin?”

“Absolutely not!” James exclaimed, “Jus’ didn’t want to be separated from you.”

She nudged his shoulder with hers, “You aren’t getting rid of me.”

“Neither are you two.” Y/n pointed at the boys across from her, “Welcome to our group of four.”

“We’ve gotta come up with a better name for that.” Remus replied as the other three nodded, “Definitely.”

The boys and the girls had different dormitories. Y/n shared her dorm with three other girls named Marlene McKinnon, Mary MacDonald, and Lily Evans. Meanwhile, James, Remus, Sirius shared a dorm where they met a new boy with blond hair and blue eyes named Peter Pettigrew, who quickly was added to their group of four, which was now five. 

James and Y/n shared almost every class aside from History of Magic and Defense Against the Dark Arts. Instead, Y/n had History of Magic with Remus and Lily. At the same time sharing Defense Against the Dark Arts with Remus as well. She also became quick friends with her roommate, Marlene, through Quidditch. Y/n always admired James while he practiced being Chaser, while Y/n was his fake Keeper. 

Throughout first year the new additions to their original duo learned how mischievous these two were. Y/n had an intelligent mind with practically foolproof plans, and James had the resources to make those plans work. Sirius was quick to join their prank-making wonders while Remus tended to stick with Y/n in making plans. Peter joined whenever he could. 

Soon enough, the group was known as the pranksters around Hogwarts. Surprisingly enough, they were proud of their newfound title. They were all sitting in the boys' dorms. James, Y/n, and Sirius were talking about Quidditch. Peter was practicing the new incantation that Professor Flitwick had taught them, and Remus was reading. When out of nowhere, Remus exclaimed. 

“I got it!”

“Got what, mate?” James questioned as the chatter stopped, and they all looked at the sandy-haired male, “Our group name!”

Y/n perked up, “Whatcha got, Remmy?”

“The Marauders!”

“Marauders?” Sirius repeated, confused, “What does that mean?”

Remus sighed, and Y/n giggled, “Marauders is another word for raiders, you idiot.”

“I like it.” Sirius commented, “I do too!” Peter interject. 

The three looked at the original duo; Y/n shrugged, “Good call, Rem.”

“How about it, James?” 

“I think it’s excellent! The Marauders it is!” 

Henceforth, their legacy grew and were now known as the five Marauders. They were all known for something. James, good at getting resources. Sirius, good at persuading. Peter, the most logical. Remus, the brains of every mission. Finally, Y/n, the most reckless. Y/n is the one who’d go in first always; she was also the one with the most detentions. 

In the second year, Y/n became more intuitive, observant, and curious about Remus. She noticed in the first year a pattern of when he’d get sick or his mother's sudden illness once a month. She was no stranger to these creatures as her father had worked with them for years. So before the first full moon of the new term, Y/n pulled Remus aside. 

“You said you wanted to speak with me?” Remus inquired, and Y/n nodded, “I know.”

“Know about what?”

“I know.” 

Remus rocked on his heels, “O- Oh….”

“Don’t worry, nobody else knows. Although they may have or will find out.” Y/n assured, but Remus still looked nervous, “Remus.”

She placed her hands on his taller shoulders, “You aren’t a monster. I’ve seen werewolves before.”

“You- You have?”

“My father works with magical creatures.” Y/n answered, “Werewolves are included.”

“Personally, I think they’re beautiful.” She stated, and tears grew in Remus’ eyes, “You do?”

“Of course, I do.” Y/n smiled, and Remus pulled her in for a hug, “Thank you.”

“Anytime and if you need anything. I’m here for you.”

“Thank you.”

Eventually, Sirius found out next, which quite honestly baffled Remus. Then James and then finally Peter, who was definitely the most oblivious of the Marauders. But to Remus’ astonishment, they were all accepting. They loved Remus as much as his mom, which - in reality - was quite a lot. Every night after full moons, he’d find all four of them sitting beside him. 

James would bring games to play for when he felt up for it. Peter got his books and set them on the table beside him. Sirius brought sweets and his stupidly funny jokes. Y/n held his hand and comforted him the best he could. Honestly, Y/n gave the best head scratches, and he definitely took advantage of it. 

Second-year was also the time for new Quidditch players to join the team. James and Sirius were about to try out but were undeniably nervous. The morning of, neither of them ate, too worried to think about eating, scared of throwing it up later on the pitch. 

“You both are tossers.” Y/n suddenly stated, “You’ll both make the team, and then we’ll celebrate it later, yeah?”

They nodded, “Good. Now get yourselves outta this funk. It’s annoying.”

It was unavoidable. They didn’t just get out of their funk until they got on the pitch. Before James and Y/n separated - her to the seats and him to the pitch - he took ahold of her hand. Squeezing it tightly with his eyes closed. His broom in his other hand that was trembling slightly. Y/n took her hand from his and placed her hands on his cheeks. 

“You’ll be fine. I promise.”

“Promise promise?” James asked, “Promise promise.” Y/n confirmed. 

She let go of his face and began to run off to catch up with Remus, “Good luck!” 

“Thanks.” James murmured to himself, “I’ll need it.”

Without a doubt, James was the best Chaser the Gryffindor had ever seen. Sirius was one hell of a beater too. Marlene even tried out for the new Beater position too. Four parts needed to be filled due to seventh-years leaving. Two Beaters, one Chaser, and one Keeper. Y/n and Remus were crossing their fingers that they all got the positions they wanted. 

The following week the results were posted. James, Sirius, and Marlene made the team! Y/n would never forget the gleeful smile that passed its way onto James’ face or the way Sirius laughed. She’d never seen them so happy before. Remus and her stood feet away from their little party, his arm thrown around her shoulders. 

“It’s nice to see them this way.”

“It is.”

Remus teasingly nudged her hip, “Seems like James has always been a Chaser.”

“What's that suppose to mean?” Y/n furrowed her eyebrows at the lycanthrope, “You’ll see it eventually.”

Y/n didn’t pry. It wasn’t worth it, especially when it’s with Remus. Remus was the ultimate secret keeper and cynical. He said things that made you think but would never tell you what they mean. Eventually, more years passed and they were in the summer going into their seventh year. 

James invited Y/n to stay the summer at the Potter manor, and she did. It was possibly one of the best summers he’s ever had with her being so close. Mrs. Potter seemed to know what Remus was talking about when she threw looks at her husband when the two best friends were together. But it was one evening that they were all watching a movie when someone came through the Floo Network. 

They jumped up from the couch to see a roughed-up Sirius Black, “Sirius!” 

James was frozen along with his two parents, but Y/n wasn’t. She was haste to get Sirius up from the floor to help him stand. He had a nasty cut below his right eye and what seemed to be more all across his body which his mother could only do. But instantly, Y/n had been ordering James around while Sirius laid on his back on the couch. 

Thankfully, Y/n knew what to do and Euphemia, but she was frozen, still watching her son's best friend take care of their other best friend. James set everything she needed beside her as she began to work quickly. James sat next to her in case she needed anything else. Y/n tore off his shirt and lifted his pants to right over the edge of his boxers. 

“James, hold his hand.” Y/n ordered, and he did it, “I’m so sorry, Sirius, but this’ll sting.”

And it did. Sirius groaned and constantly hissed as Y/n helped his wounds, the muggle way. Euphemia stared in shock, no longer frozen, but it was evident that Y/n had complete control over the situation and needed no extra help. Within an hour, Sirius was brand new. Y/n had carefully used potions and other bandages to help. 

“What happened, Sirius?” 

He chuckled bitterly, “My mother.”

“No shit.” James retorted, “Why?”

“I’ve been burned off the tapestry. I’m not aloud back because I denied them.”

“Denied them?” Y/n inquired. 

“Of you know what.”

“Oh…” Y/n whispered. 

“Yeah, oh.” Sirius chuckled again - venom lacing. 

Euphemia exchanged looks with her husband, “You’re welcome to stay here.”

“No, I couldn’t ask that of you guys.” Sirius denied hesitantly, and Fleamont shrugged, “Where else are you going to go?”

Sirius stayed silent, “We don’t mind, Sirius. You’ve stayed here before. Euphemia loves having you around just as much as I do.”

“You may not be our son biologically.” Euphemia began as she knelt in front of Sirius, “But you’ll always be our son.”

A single tear fell from Sirius’ eye, “Thank you.”

“Anytime, dear.”

James and Y/n exchanged looks of pure glee, but Euphemia caught their eye, “No mischief, you two.”

They sighed, “Fine.”

The duo pulled Sirius up from the couch and led him to his new bedroom. Euphemia watched Y/n and James work in perfect symphony as if they were a made team from the start. Fleamont pulled his wife to his side, watching them both as well. How perfectly his son worked with her. How amazingly gentle he was with her. 

“He may not know it yet, but he loves her.” Euphemia broke the silence, “Reminds me of us.”

Fleamont quirked an eyebrow, “How so?”

“You always had this dopey grin on your face. The same one James has when Y/n’s around. It’s been that way since they met. When he first mentioned her name, he had that grin. He’s chased her all these years.” 

“Perhaps our son has always been a Chaser at heart.” Fleamont commented, “Perhaps.”

It wasn’t until the first Quidditch match he realized. When he was chasing Y/n around to try and hug her after the game they had won against Ravenclaw. Y/n prohibited hugs after Quidditch matches. Yet here James was chasing her around the pitch with her a screaming mess. 

Lily, Marlene, and Remus were laughing loudly at him, “Y/n! Y/n come on!” 

“Absolutely not!” Y/n yelled while running, “I told you no hugs after matches.”

She spoke too soon because while she was talking, she had slowed down without noticing. Leaving James to wrap his arms around her from behind. He nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck while she leaned back into him. 

“See! You love my hugs.” James exclaimed, “Whatever.” Y/n retorted. 

Remus chuckled at them from afar, “They’re definitely in love.” 

“How hasn’t she seen it yet?” Lily chuckled, “Oh, he’s been chasing her for years. Since before Hogwarts.” Remus replied. 

“Chaser at heart that one,” Sirius stated putting his arm around the lycanthrope. 

James realized it then and there. With her in his arms. He was sweaty and full of joy. She was wholly melted into his embrace. His arms around her neck and her arms on top of his biceps. James realized there was nowhere else he’d rather be than with her at this moment. So he pulled her around, facing her. 

“Y/n.” 

“James.”

Without a second thought, he pulled her in and kissed her. His arms were moving down to her waist and hers around his shoulders. He was so gentle and soft with her. As if she was the finest China he’d ever owned. Godric James was so soft and so sweet. Y/n’s hands went through his sweaty hair. 

The whistles and cheers are what pulled them apart, “Finally!”

“It’s about time you realized!” Remus exclaimed happily, “He’s been chasing you for years!”

Y/n smiled at him, and James put his arm around her shoulder, “My chaser.” 

“I’ll always chase you, love.”

Years later, that snitch James always played with would be the same one McGonagall had taken from him one day in the seventh year. It was the same snitch that Harry had almost swallowed in his first year. The same snitch that Dumbledore returned to Harry in his seventh year. 

The snitch? It was given to James from Y/n when they were nine. It was an honorary friendship gift. The snitch wasn’t stolen. The snitch wasn’t nicked. The snitch was a gift to a chaser who never stopped chasing till the very end. 

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Mob bucky/seb or mob chris/andy recs??

Updated 07/04/21 ✨ = Just Added

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Hey Anon! I’m so glad you asked this because Mob/Mafia! Any version of those boys is my favorite. In my previous fic recs I recommended...

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These are what I found on Tumblr that I plan on reading.

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[violetlilysunshine]

Plenty of Times

Boyfriend Chris Evans x Female Reader

Requested - Anon: Hey! Is it all right to request for Chris Evans where reader comes in after a girls night and just dotes on him and loves on him and its sickeningly fluffy and he’s like what’s gotten into you? and reader breaks down because one of her friends vented that her husband is abusive and neglectful and she sees how important it is to have a good man in her life 🤍

WC: 1,619

Warnings: Pet names [bubba, babe, honey], talk of a bad relationship [neglectful husband - but not about Chris/reader], mention of phone sex [but it doesn’t happen here]

A/N: I’m so so so so sorry this took so long, I’m working on clearing out my inbox though! 

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You haven't gone out with your friends in so long. You’re all busy with your own stuff - work and relationships, some with kids to care for. So, when the opportunity arises, Chris encourages you to take advantage of it. 

The night was pretty simple, dinner, a couple of glasses of wine, and a few shared desserts before everyone was ready to head home. Most of your friends were not night owls like you by any standard, so when dinner wrapped up early, it was no surprise. At least that meant you got to go home to your man. 

“Bubba?” you called as you walked through the front door.

“In here,” he answered.

You followed his voice to the living room, finding him lounging on the chaise sofa, Dodger soundly asleep next to him. Some movie played on the screen; you hadn’t paid attention to it long enough to know what it was.

You headed to the connected kitchen, dropping your keys and purse on the island, hanging your jacket on the back of one of the barstools, and slipping out of your boots before hurrying back to Chris. 

He paused the movie when he heard you approach him from behind. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, your hands splayed across his chest, as you pressed a long kiss to his temple. 

He hummed at the contact, placing one hand over the top of both of yours, before turning his neck to meet your lips with his. 

The kiss was sweet and simple, you could feel him smile against your lips as you lingered longer and longer into it. 

He chuckled when you finally pulled away, a big smile etched across his face and a glimmer in his eyes. 

You unraveled from his neck and stepped around the sofa. Dodger finally perked up when he heard you walking and you greeted him of course. 

“Hey, bub,” you whispered, scratching Dodger’s head for a second before turning to Chris, “can we cuddle?” you asked quietly. 

“Sure, babe, we can always cuddle,” he answered with a small smile, opening the blanket for you. 

You slipped under, resting between his legs with your back on his chest. He wrapped the blanket and his arms around you, splaying his palms over your upper chest and rubbing gently, just as you had done to him. You ran your nails over his arm as light as a feather with one hand, the other rested on top of his clasped hands, tangling your fingers with one set of his as best you could in this position. 

You tugged on his hand, pulling his arm further over your shoulder so you could place kisses on his bicep. 

“How was girl’s night?” he asked, placing a light kiss to the top of your head.

“Fine,” you whispered, squeezing his hands for a second, “was nice to see everyone. They all seemed to need a good vent,” you ended with a breathy chuckle.

You felt his laugh rumble through your body, “don’t they always?” he asked, another kiss being placed on top of your head as he looped his legs around yours.

“Seems like,” you giggled, stroking his calf with your foot. 

“Well I hope it was nice either way,” he said, “I’m glad you got to see them.” 

“Mm, yeah, me too,” you answered quietly.

He slipped one hand from your grasp to grab the remote, causing a whine to leave your lips, disappearing into his skin as you had your lips placed on his bicep again. 

He chuckled at the noise, “want me to start it over?” he nodded, making reference to the movie.

“No, it’s okay,” you whisper, pressing another lingering kiss to his arm. 

“You sure? I’m not that far into it...” 

“I’m sure, I won’t really be paying attention anyway.” 

“Why’s that?” he asked, you could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Can’t focus with you wrapped around me,” you giggled.

“Mm, yeah, sorry not sorry,” he laughed, playing the movie again.

You giggled, bringing his hand up to your lips to give it a kiss.

He gave his other hand back to you and you entwined your fingers with it as well, giving both of his hands small squeezes every once in a while. 

You placed random kisses on his arms, pulling his hands up every now and again to press kisses to them as well. You didn’t want to do it too often, so you wouldn’t annoy him, but you couldn’t help but give him a few. 

You tilted your head to look up at him, his eyes focused on the movie before he looked down at you. 

“What’s up?” he asked, his voice sounding a little tired. 

“Nothing,” you whispered, passing him a small smile. 

“You’re lying,” he said, placing a kiss on your forehead, “what’s on your mind?” 

You sighed deeply, “have I told you how much I love you?” 

He reached over and paused the movie, quickly tangling his hand with yours again: “all the time,” he smiled. 

“And how great you are?” 

“Plenty of times,” he chuckled. 

“And how thankful I am for you?” 

“More than once,” he answered, a sense of questioning coming into his voice. 

“And how kind and good you are to me?”

“Never in those words, but you deserve it more than anything,” he said, “where’s this coming from?” 

“Jenn was really upset tonight,” you started. 

“And that has to do with me, how?” 

“She was talking about how rough her marriage is. And I know everyone says the first year is the hardest, but he doesn’t prioritize her, and never really has, and if I’m being honest I always thought she could do better; and she feels so disconnected from him and he’s so distant and she’s just not happy,” you rambled, tears pricking at your eyes, “and of course the whole time she was talking I felt so bad for her, but I couldn’t help thinking that I’m so lucky to have a guy like you and that made me feel even worse. Ya know? Like guilty because I was sitting there thinking ‘well at least I’m not in her shoes,’ and, god, you’re so good to me and I appreciate and love you so much. Don’t feel like I tell you that enough, but, you’re the best,” you finished, taking a deep breath. 

“Honey,” Chris soothed, “you have absolutely nothing to feel guilty about, first off. It’s not your fault he treats her like crap, and all you can do is support her with whatever she chooses to do about it. She can leave, or they could go to therapy, or she might just ignore it all together, but the only thing you can and should do is listen to her vent and offer support, or sometimes advice if she asks for it.”

You smile, “I know, but it’s just a shitty situation. Like I wish she wasn’t going through it, because she’s great, and I wish he was as good to her as you are to me.” 

“Well no one’s as good as me,” Chris joked, trying to lift your spirits.

You laughed lightly in response, turning over a little bit and scooting up so you could lay face to face with him. 

“Second,” he continued, “I’m only giving you what you deserve. Wish I could do a lot more sometimes, if I’m honest,” he said almost under his breath as he wrapped his arms around your back.

“Chris, you do more than enough! I should be doing more for you!” 

“Babe, you give me everything I could ever want,” he smiles, “you’re amazing. Wish I could do more, like I wish I wasn’t away from you so much. Don’t like leaving you, ever.”

“You’re the best,” you lean forward, placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth, “you do plenty for me even when you’re away.”

“Not nearly enough,” he says, “gotta come up with something new for us.” 

“We’ve done plenty of new things while you’re away.” 

“Yeah? You think?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Hey, without you, I never would’ve tried phone sex,” you giggle, “love trying new things as long as it’s with you. Especially that thing...” 

He lets out a breathy laugh at that, “I love you too,” he says, referring back to your ramble but also your willingness to try anything for and with him.

You giggle, this time pecking his lips, “I don’t deserve you,” you whisper against his mouth. 

“No, you don’t,” he says shortly. 

You pull away from him, not expecting that to come out of his mouth. 

“You deserve better,” he smiles, a glimmer in his eye again.

“You’re so corny!” you laugh loudly, causing Dodger to grumble next to Chris. 

“Sorry, bub,” you laugh at Dodge.

“Let’s go to bed, yeah?” Chris suggests.

“What about the movie?” you ask, tipping your head towards the TV.

“Eh, won’t be able to pay attention now anyway, and I’ve lost the flow,” he shrugs. 

“Sorry to interrupt,” you whisper, stroking a few fingers across his cheekbone. 

“‘S alright,” he whispers, “like you better anyway.” 

“Thank you,” you whisper, eyelids heavy as they start to flutter closed for a kiss. 

Chris closes the distance between the two of you, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips, “I love you,” he whispers into your mouth. 

“I love you too,” you whisper back.

Your lips seal in a gentle kiss, and he brings a hand up to rest on your cheek before pulling back: “you can always make it up to me anyway,” he says, a smile giving away his attempt at being serious.

You laugh at him, “alright, bubba, let’s get you to bed.”

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[bucksfucks]

messing with a gemini | chris evans

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SUMMARY || chris is a gemini, so you should expect nothing less than snide remarks, witty charm, and mind-blowing sex.

PAIRING || chris evans x reader

WORD COUNT || 1,902 words

WARNINGS || banter, teasing, cocky!chris, definite praise kink, light choking kink, chris goes down on the reader, fingering, oral, drinking, unprotected sex, both smutty, soft, and teasing — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

NOTES || mmmmgmmgmgmgmgmg yeah

     The sound of the door shutting can only mean one thing.

    “Look what the cat dragged in,” you greet him, not turning around to face him.

    “Sweetheart if you don’t learn to shut that pretty little mouth of yours, I’ll do it for you.”

    Another snide remark, another sly smirk, and another roll of your eyes as Chris slides past you with a cup of tea in his hands.

    “You couldn’t make me if you tried.” You spat back, narrowing your eyes at him as you watched him quirk an eyebrow; intrigued at your comment.

    “Is that a challenge? Because you know I never back down from you.” He replies cooly, folding his arms over his chest before taking a sip of his hot drink.

    “Ah yes, how could I forget,” you feign enthusiasm, “you’re a Gemini.” You deadpan and now it’s his turn to roll his eyes.

    He kicks his foot off the wall behind him, “you didn’t answer my question, sweetheart.” He winks, brushing past your shoulder as you scoff.

    He’s gonna out of your sight before you have the chance to say anything else, letting out an exasperated sigh as you will yourself to calm down.

    “Hey!” Someone shouts through the trailer door, “can you run down to makeup for backup?” You don’t get to answer.

    “Thanks!”

    Before whoever it was slammed the door shut and you let out another frustrated groan.

    You knew what you signed up for, you weren’t head of makeup. You weren’t even assistant head. No, you were one of the nobodies.

    Someone they hire to run from one end of set to the other only to get yelled at for not having enough brushes or the right shade of a palette.

    It was almost poetic.

    “Hey, I’m here, what did you guys need?” You ask as you put on a fake smile and enter the makeup trailer.

    The trailer where Chris is sat getting his hair done.

    Your blood boiled, wasn’t he supposed to be a charmer? A sweetheart? Maybe he was just really getting into character?

    “Can you sweep the floor and make sure there’s no more hair?”

    You had to physically fight the urge to drop your face, “sure!”

    You grabbed the broom, feeling embarrassed as you quietly sunk into the background as you felt Chris’ eyes on you.

    A few medial, mind numbing tasks later and it was closing in on 2am. Your notification-less phone screen lit up the empty trailer you were left to clean up.

    Not that you really minded.

    You find solace in the only time of the day where things seem to slow down. You also didn’t hate being alone where you could listen to music and clean hairbrushes.

    “So this is what you do after we cut.” The sound of Chris’ laugh startles you as you let out a soft yelp.

    He has a soft smile on his face, almost unrecognizable without his beard.

    “I thought I was alone,” you reply meekly, turning the volume lower on your phone as Chris shook his head.

    “Oh, I know,” he laughs, “I don’t think anyone would be belting out Queen like that if they didn’t think they were alone.”

    Once again, you feel embarrassed in front of him, shaking your head.

    “Whatever,” you try to brush it off. “Did you need something?” You ask as he shakes his head.

    “I was just checkin’ in on you.” He replies and you’re a little taken aback.

    “Oh, well thanks, but I’m okay. Just finishing up cleaning.” You said with a tight lipped smile and a nod of your head.

    Chris stands there for a second, shoving his hands into his pockets as he looks over his shoulder before clearing his throat.

    “Well uh, some of the cast and crew are havin’ some drinks and pizza later, if you wanted to tag along.”

    The invite makes your stomach drop into your lower belly as you open your mouth.

    You have to take a moment to formulate the words.

    “It’s getting pretty late, I think I’m just gonna head back to my hotel room. Parties aren’t really my thing.” You joke, lightening the mood as Chris cracks a smile.

    “Sure thing, sweetheart. The invites always there,” he says before turning on his heels and leaving you to yourself.

    Chris Evans was an enigma that you didn’t think you’d ever crack.

~

    The soft knock at your door caused your neck to snap in its direction, uncrossing your legs as you slid off the too big hotel bed and looked through the peep hole.

    It was hard to make out the figure, but it looked like...no, it couldn’t be.

    “Chris?” His name slipped through your lips as you opened the door.

    He beamed a smile as he held up a case of beer and box of pizza.

    “Turns out, parties aren’t my thing either.”

    You couldn’t help but chuckle as you moved aside to let him in.

    “And you decided that coming to my room at,” you had to check the time, “3:16 in the morning was the logical thing to do?”

    He set everything down on the coffee table before hopping onto your bed, “yup.”

    You had to roll your eyes as you laughed, closing and locking the door as you stepped in front of him.

    “C’mon kid,” oh, why did that do something to you?

    “You work hard every day of the week, you deserve one night to not care about anything.” His words were gentle as he stood up to grab a beer.

    “Want one?” He asked, holding a beer up as you replayed his words.

    “Sure,” he was right, you do deserve a break.

    You both took a seat on the small, uncomfortable couch in the room as you took a sip. Well, it was beer.

    “So,” you broke the silence, “the Chris Evans doesn’t like parties?” You quirked an amused eyebrow as he laughed.

    “Maybe I wanted to escape to see you, is that so bad?” He said, licking his bottom lip; not breaking eye contact.

    You shook your head, “such a fucking Gemini,” you mumble as Chris smirks.

    “What did I say about that smart mouth of yours?” He eggs you on, leaning forward and giving your knee a squeeze.

    “I don’t remember.” You bite back, feeling your heart kicking in your chest as you feel his breath fanning over your face.

    “Maybe I should teach you a lesson or two then, hmm?” He purrs, running his free hand up your neck and resting it there.

    “I dare you,” you mumble, transfixed on the feeling of his warm hands on you.

    The dominos fall and Chris’ lips are meshed with yours, the faint taste of beer on them as you wrap your fingers in the collar of his shirt.

    “You know I never back down from a challenge,” he murmurs against your lips before taking you by the hand and leading you to the bed.

    He pushes you onto it, the sheets around you as the weight of Chris’ body pushed you further into it.

    “Ah ah,” he tsks when you let out a soft moan, “I thought I told you to keep quiet for me.”

    You swallow thickly, throat dry and lips parted as you gasp when you can feel the weight of him between your hips.

    “Can you do that for me, sweetheart? Can you be a good girl?” He purrs, absolutely knowing what it does to you as you writhe under him. 

    “Good,” he hums. “Now let’s see how good you are when I’m between your legs makin’ then shake.”

    His wink doesn’t go unnoticed by you as your clothes are shed, his coming off until he’s left in nothing but his boxers.

    There’s little left to the imagination, the outline of his cock clear as he wraps his hands around your ankles and tugs you down to the end of the bed.

    You yelp, sliding off the pillows as he sinks to his knees, hungry eyes just waiting to taste you.

    “Look at you,” he cooes, “drippin’ at the thought of me between your thighs?” He mocks, cocking his head to side as he keeps your legs open.

    Chaste kisses are pressed to your inner thighs, gently as you try to stop the plea’s that are begging to slip past your mouth.

    “You’re bein’ so patient for me too, good girl.” He praises, he breath over your core is hot as you grab for his hair.

    The feeling of his tongue makes you moan and squeeze your legs around his head.

    “Mmm,” he hums, “that good already?”

    If he wasn’t buried between your legs you might’ve, just might’ve had the courage to roll your eyes.

    His fingers tease your entrance as his mouth works over your clit.

    There’s no holding back now.

    You don’t care how loud you’re being, giving into the sensation as he works you to the edge, your legs shaking.

    “You wanna come, don’t you, pretty girl?” Yes, God, yes.

    “Well that’s too bad,” he taunts making you let out a whine.

    “Not until I’m buried deep ‘side of you,” he grunts, quickly stripping off the rest of his clothes until he’s crawling back over you with a condom in his hand.

    You’re still dizzy, slightly angry from your denied orgasm, but wanting nothing more than to feel him stretching you out.

    “You think you’re ready for my cock,” he smirks teasingly as you feel him at your entrance.

    You whine, bringing his lips to your but he stops you at the last second.

    “Uh uh baby, I wanna hear you beg for it.” He taunts, nose brushing yours.

    “Fuck,” you whimper, “please, just fuck me.” You beg, eyes meeting his.

    That’s all he needs before he’s slowly sinking into you, watching your face contort in immeasurable pleasure.

    “Feel so fuckin’ good,” he grunts, “so tight and warm.”

    Your fingers dig into his speckled back, finding your ground as you dig into the soft skin as he thrusts into you.

    Suddenly, the only think you can think about is how good this feels.

    “My pretty girl,” he whispers, bending your one leg at the knee to get a deeper angle.

    “Takin’ my cock so goddamn well,” he grunts, “gonna make me come.”

    His words send a shiver down your spine as your walls flutter around him. He drops on one of his elbows, getting impossibly close to you.

    “You’re gonna come too, aren’t you, sweetheart?” He teases, lips on yours swallowing every moan before you feel a hand around your throat.

    “Look at me when you come, baby,” he purrs, applying just the slightest amount of pressure to the column of your throat.

    “Wanna see you come for me,” he smirks, his thrusts getting harsher before you feel yourself giving into your orgasm.

    Your body shakes as your mouth falls open, his name a breathy moan before you feel his hips stuttering.

    He sounds exhausted after he spills inside of you, tumbling on top of you as you’re left in sweaty silence as you’re left with nothing to do but run your fingers through his dampened hair.

    “Gemini or not, you’re what made me weak in the knees, sweetheart.” Chris whispers, eyes on yours as you feel a flutter in your heart.

    “There’s somethin’ about you that I won’t ever grow tired of, that I’m sure about.”

[renegadesfics]

𝐓𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐭. 𝟔

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Your sister comes home, some news gets dropped, and an old friend shows up again. Whether you want them to or not, feelings are challenged and the truth starts to come to light. [4.3k words]  

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: anxious reader, pre-s4, some mild fluff, this chapter is admittedly severely lacking in eddie content, but! we get another of the hellfire boys to make up for it?, and eddie is discussed a lot, talks of small town gossip, general family antics, brief jail mention, pregnancy mention, friends are defensive of eddie, i think that’s it but if you see anything else pls just let me know and i’ll add it!!  

𝐏𝐭. 𝟏 | 𝐏𝐭. 𝟐 | 𝐏𝐭. 𝟑 | 𝐏𝐭. 𝟒 | 𝐏𝐭. 𝟓 | 𝐏𝐭. 𝟔 | 𝐀𝐎𝟑

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“What for?” Christine leans back against the kitchen counter with a cup of hot cocoa cupped to her chest. Her brows are drawn together in curiosity. Maybe you should have asked one of the boys first. At least Vince. He probably would’ve asked fewer questions. 

You purse your lips, fingers picking at cuticles as you stare pointedly at the counter for a moment. It’s not that you’re embarrassed, really, it’s just that everyone seems to be making a big deal out of this when it doesn’t have to be. “There’s a show at the Hideout.” 

All that follows for a moment is the sound of a ringed finger tapping against a mug and the kids out in the backyard, muffled by windows and doors that are shut against the cold. “The Hideout, huh?” She says finally, leaning forward so her elbows rest on the counter and her face is more level with the mug. Lips to the rim, she takes a long sip. “This wouldn’t have anything to do with a certain… worn down casket, would it?” 

It’s the dumbest thing she’s asked you in ages. It’s also the closest thing to subtlety that you’ll get out of your sister, and the fact of the matter is you might be a bit grateful. Still, you snort out a laugh, eyes rolling hard. “Congratulations, detective. You cracked the case.” 

“Tomorrow’s Tuesday.” Translation: you’re predictable. (Alternatively: it’s not hard to deduce, dumbass.)

A small shrug of your shoulders is all you offer in return. 

“How’s he doing?” 

Christine knows the most. It may be cliche, but she’s closest to you in age and was around for more of the relationship than your brothers. She was there for the start of it all, too, for the summer of ‘83 when all the lines got hazy and you came home with hickeys sucked relentlessly into the column of your throat. Hell, she’d been the one to help you cover them the first few times, muttering under her breath about teenage boys and their lack of self control under the cover of hazy morning sunrises in a poorly-lit bathroom. Now, when you finally look at her, she looks curious. More than she sounds, really, which you’re grateful for. 

“He’s got a weekend job at Murph’s.” You offer quietly, not a real answer to her question, but the start of something longer. 

Your sister nods, tapping a ringed finger against the side of the mug again. “Kind of figured. I heard about your little encounter this morning.” 

“It wasn’t an encou–wait what?” It takes a few seconds for the words to register, a response already tripping its way off your tongue before their meaning really clicks. “What do you mean you heard about it?” 

It’s her turn to purse her lips and Christine drops her gaze to the hot chocolate, suddenly intent with interest. “Stopped by a gas station on my way in and uh… ran into Prue Evans.” 

“The fuck does Prue Evans know?” 

At least she has the common decency to look embarrassed as her thumb scrubs against the lip of the mug. “Who was at the front desk when you got in today?” 

A beat of quiet follows. “Eddie.” Who doesn’t have the least bit of interest in town gossip. Who would never go running his mouth about this shit, least of all to Prue Evans. 

“Who’s shift was it at the front?” 

“Kim…” And that makes way more sense. Still, you balk, fingers slowly curling into fists on top of the island. 

“Right.” Her curled hair bobs with the movement as your sister nods. “And Kim tells Charlie everything, and we both know Charlie Putnam can’t keep his mouth shut to save his fucking life.”

Okay, sure, but– “It was barely even a few hours ago.” 

“Y/n, it’s Hawkins.” Finally, she looks up at you, expression a complicated mix of sympathetic and knowing. When you don’t say anything, she continues. “There’s not a whole lot to do here except gossip. Especially over break.” 

She’s right, of course. That’s the funny thing about growing up: when you spend your whole life in one town, it feels like you have everything you need there, like there’s nothing else to look for unless you need something from the city. Until you leave. And then when you get back, the reality is stark and colorless. Boredom incarnate. 

Your plan had been to read most of the break. It only makes sense that some people’s had been to run their mouths. 

“God, I fucking hate this town.” 

One day real soon, I’m gonna get the fuck out of Hawkins and just… head west with the van filled up with my shit and whatever cash I’ve scraped together by then. Kiss this fucking hole-in-the-wall town goodbye and run free. 

Worrying at your lower lip, you sigh. “Shit.” You’re not ashamed. There’s nothing about it to be ashamed of. But it’s small town bullshit like this that makes you want to pull your hair out, tolerance for it degraded by months on a college campus big enough that no one gave a fuck who you were. The anonymity was–is–freeing. 

Being back in Hawkins is like getting thrown in a jail cell. 

“Shit,” you say again, but louder this time, prompting Christine to give you a warning look. “Sorry.” It’s not that she cares about your vocabulary, but your mother might. And god knows neither of you want her in on this particular chat. “Just–this is so stupid.” 

Your sister waves one hand vaguely in the air and you know what she means. Welcome to Hawkins. The camaraderie doesn’t make it any less stifling. 

“You can have the keys, if you want.” It’s not abrupt so much as a cool attempt at a distraction. Half-hearted at best, but appreciated all the same. She straightens up and sips at her cooling drink again. “But if you go alone, Mom’ll be on your ass about cutting out on family time.” 

You stare at her for a moment, fists pressing harder into the countertop. It’s not that she’s wrong, much as you wish she was, it’s that a family trip to the local dive bar sounds like a goddamn disaster. In part because you’re an adult now, technically, and you’ve been on your own for months and this feels like chaperoning. In part because you love your siblings to death but they look about as much like they belong in the Hideout as your parents do. In part because it’s Eddie, and it’s Corroded Coffin, and the boys will give you shit forever--assuming they’ll even talk to you. In part, too, because just frankly you want time to talk after the set, if he’ll let you have it. 

What you’re going to say is a different question entirely. One you haven’t answered yet. (But that’s beside the point.)

Whatever she sees on your face pulls Christine to laughter, shaking her head. “I’m just saying that if I go with you–maybe Vin, too–it’s not a solo thing anymore and she’s more likely to leave you be. We’ll hang out for the set, have some cokes or whatever. And when the band’s done, you can hang out with Eddie as long as you want.”

It sounds mildly patronizing, but you know she doesn’t mean it to. The being out of a car thing is definitely proving to be as much of a pain in the ass as Eddie implied. “It’s not just him, I–”

“You can hang out with the boys too, Y/n. It’s fine.” She looks amused, lips tugging up in a smile all-too-much like your father’s. “You’re rules lawyering.” 

“I’m what?” 

“Use your context clues.” With another shake of her head, Christine turns and starts to walk towards the living room, calling over her shoulder. “Just think on it, okay? We’ll check with Vin when he gets in.” 

As if it’s a given. 

It probably is.

Keeping each other’s secrets–though this really doesn’t quite constitute as such–is second nature. As the day progresses and the family unit falls back into place for your mother’s afternoon plans, Christine helps redirect and parry any conversations that may lead to Eddie. She fields questions about her own time at college, about her internship, about boyfriends. She even talks about her cat, Bits, and his perpetual struggle with being left in the care of a doting neighbor. You don’t have to contribute much to help keep the conversations going and your sister is, by far and large, the best. 

The fact that you’re not heavily engaged with the adults doesn’t spare you though, as Rosie ropes you into the kids’ side of things, where everything is theoretically easier. It’s vastly composed of talks about Saturday morning cartoons and comic books and Barbie dolls and when they can actually go do something interesting. Soon, you placate them, though the reality of that statement might be jeopardized as your mom announces it’s time for board games. 

Your cousins look slightly betrayed. To be fair, you do too, but they’re too young to quite see that. The larger issue, which you immediately point out, is that there’s entirely too many of you for any game of Monopoly or Clue and that the kids are antsy with energy. As if to demonstrate, Donna flops back onto the floor and kicks her little feet. 

Aunt Susie looks horrified. You and Christine both giggle, which seems to lessen the tension. Donna sits up and grins at you both. 

“I’ll take them to the park,” you offer, hoping the parents will take the bait and leave you to roam for a bit. “That way you guys can play and so can they. It’s a win-win. Everyone’s happy.” 

Your mother, for the record, does not look all that happy. She looks ready to protest, in fact, lips parting in the beginnings of a shut-down. The kids, however, don’t even ask for permission. Damn near trampling over one another, they make a mad dash for the entry to find their shoes and coats. 

“Mom,” Christine starts, leaning forward with her now room-temperature coffee and giving an easy smile. “It’s a good idea, right? They’ve been itching for something to do since before I got home.” 

She’s put out–it’s visible in the set of her jaw–but you’re both right and she knows it. That much is clear, too, as she picks at her cuticles with a well-manicured nail. When she finally looks up, your mother is resigned, but her gaze pans over to her sister. Yours follows; they’re her kids, after all. 

“You’ll have them back before dark?” She asks, head tilting just so. 

The thought crosses your mind to tell her that Hawkins really isn’t so bad after nightfall, but you catch yourself. It may not have been before, but things have been getting progressively weirder in town since Will Byers was presumed dead. Even with you watching, it’s probably best the kids make it in before dark. A smile tugs at the corner of your mouth as you nod. “Of course.” 

With that, you push up from your seat and call “Don’t you dare set foot out that door before I’m back down here, you little rascals.” There’s groans all around, but they’re waiting at the door when you make your way back down the stairs, shoes toed into and jacket thrown on over your sweater. 

And that’s that. The five of you end up with the playground vastly to yourselves, though there’s a handful of younger kids running around under the exasperated eyes of older siblings. All things considered, you’re sort of in the best position here. Wind chill is a bitch, to be sure, especially sitting alone on a bench without much by way of distraction, but anything beats the curious glances your family have been sending you all day. 

And to be fair, you’re not alone for long. When he settles on the bench next to you, you shift over to make space compulsively, pressing your side a bit harder into the cool metal of the armrest. Only then do you look up and find him looking at you, too. 

Gareth’s expression is a complicated thing, made up of resigned warmth with a dash of filthy aggravation–you don’t feel deserving of the former and feel like you’ve more than earned the latter. He’s wrapped up in a red and black checkered jacket, knees exposed to the air through massive rips in his jeans, hair a little longer than when you saw him last. He doesn’t quite smile. 

“Hi.” Looking at him is hard, even if you deserve for it to be, and you redirect your gaze to the playground instead, searching for his niece and nephew that are the only rational reason for your friend to be here. Well. Eddie’s friend, at least. 

“Long time, no see.” 

You spot the kids as the guarded tone of his voice clips you, try not to wince at the ice in it. The Hellfire club is fiercely loyal, though, to each other as a whole but especially to Eddie. It’s always been that way, even before the club existed as it does now. Even when it was just a group of kids who didn’t fit anywhere else. It’s not like you expected a standing ovation or anything, but you’d hoped for something a bit less Chill Touch, at least. 

Fingers curl into fists in your lap as you clear your throat, trailing your gaze from Gareth’s family to yours. “How’s Maggie?” Avoiding the obvious questions seems helpful right now, so you stick to it. Not your bravest strategy, but perhaps the best one.

And maybe he agrees, or is at least willing to go easy on you, because the younger boy snorts and gestures to the kids running around the playground. “About to pop, looks like.” 

A startled laugh exits your throat, rubbing it raw in the process. “Wait, she’s pregnant again?” 

“Twins.” And he mimes a huge arc over his belly, almost smiling as you look at him. Almost. Any sign of it vanishes as he catches your gaze again, expression shifting stoic. There’s a brief moment of quiet before he says “Didn’t know if we’d ever see you back here.” 

Okay, so maybe he’s not cutting you a break. It feels deserved nonetheless. 

“Mom would kill me if I didn’t come home for break.” Which is the truth, but not all of it. Especially now, it’s hard to deny that it’s more than Eddie you missed in the months away. More than Eddie that you lost in the breakup. Your stomach turns sourly. “Eddie told me about the show tomorrow.” 

It’s impossible to miss the way he’s looking at you now, brows furrowed, confused. A bit angry, maybe. He shifts next to you, ankle propping atop his knee as he adjusts the tension in his shoulders. There’s a moment of him clearly trying to steady himself. You let him have it. “You went to see him?” 

There it is. You knew it’d be coming. Knew, even, that it would hurt when it did. None of that detracts from the stinging accusation in his voice. Like you committed a war crime, an act of treason. And maybe by friend regulations, you did. Ex-friend. Whatever.

Because I’ve missed you so fucking much the whole time I’ve been gone, but it’s so fucking clear that all I’ve done since I showed up again is make things hard. Maybe you can miss someone and still let them go. Maybe you can love someone and not be right for them. 

Maybe I need to let you go.

“Yeah.” It’s lame even by your own standards, but it’s the most you can muster right now. Shoulders tense as your eyes redirect again, away from the allegations in Gareth’s eyes. You count the kids on the playground again. Four cousins. Two little Maggies. Three Putnams. One Bolton. Two kids you don’t recognize at all. Twelve kids. Seven babysitters. Nineteen people on the whole of the playground and somehow you still feel alone. Sharon, the second oldest of your aunt’s children, catches you watching from across the playground and grins wildly, waving. You wave back, plastering a fake smile across your lips until she turns back to her siblings and begins to dart around again. 

“He didn’t tell us you were here.” 

It’s hard to know if this is an accusation, an insult, or an attempt at kindness. It feels safe to assume it’s the first, but you hope desperately for the last. Without any real clarity, you offer “I guess that’s not surprising.”

He nods, just the once, curls bouncing with it. Fingers drum endlessly on the bony expanse of his kneecap. There’s something antsy about the way he moves, more than just his usual high-strung energy. Like he’s working through something. That makes sense, too. 

Maybe is still the worst word in the English language, that hasn’t changed, but it’s applicable here. Because maybe, just maybe, you’re feeling a little brave. Or maybe a little stupid. “Do you hate me?” 

The breath he lets out is slow, tense, like he’s been holding it and you didn’t notice. Maybe he was. There’s no way to know now. But his fingers keep tapping away and you focus your energy on trying to identify the rhythm instead of the weight of his silence. Before you left, you went to almost every show. Unless it’s something new, you should know it. 

Admittedly, it’s hard to focus. 

He breathes in like he forgot to do that too, and it’s then that you realize this is probably just as hard for everyone else involved as it is for you and Eddie. Or at least kind of. You may not have been Hellfire, but you spent years with them. Grew up together in some ways. With your less than graceful departure from their lives, there’s sure to be some hard feelings. 

“No,” Gareth says finally, but he doesn’t sound happy about it. “But you gotta understand, when you… left,” he says it like there’s quotation marks around it, like there’s another word he wants to use in its stead, but doesn’t feel like he can, “things got real shitty for a while. For everybody. You didn’t exactly get away clean or anything.” 

Which, honestly, is true. There’s no cleaning it up to make that a prettier move than it was. At the end of the day, it was messy. Clumsy. Cowardly. Not exactly your brightest moment. “I’m sorry I didn’t–” What? Say goodbye? As if that’s the worst thing you did. His face tells you he’s thinking the same thing and you let the words die off in your throat. The scramble for new ones doesn’t end up particularly fruitful. “I’m just sorry.” 

You’re expecting a half-assed response, a ‘yeah’ or a noncommittal shrug. You’re expecting something less cutting than what you get, which is a side-glance and “You tell him that?”

“Yeah,” comes your unsteady answer, and you’re surprised to find the hot prickle of tears behind your eyes. Now more than ever, you try to press them back and down. The last thing anyone needs is you crying at the playground, for fuck’s sake. “But maybe not like I should’ve.” 

Like he expected it, Gareth nods. His eyes move to the kids again for a moment, scanning unhurriedly for his sister’s kids. You can tell when he finds them because something in his features softens almost imperceptibly, the faintest hint of sentiment gleaming behind them. For all the shit he talks while on babysitting duty, the kid’s a great uncle. Peals of Rosie’s laughter heave themselves through the air towards you, calming any worry in your own chest. About that at least. 

“He deserves better than the shit you pulled.” He’s still not looking at you, and there’s a strange moment of discomfort in that. Surely it would have been harder to be looking him in the eyes as he delivered that blow, right? The tightness in your chest seems to disagree. “You had a lot of power there, and you fucked it up.” A pause, fingers still drumming. Something about his face looks distant, like he’s trying to figure out how much to tell you. “I sort of think the new kids are the only thing that kept him, like, steady.” 

Shame blooms hot in your chest and there goes that prickle of tears again. It’s your turn to look away, staring intently at the fluorescent yellow of the slide just as one of the Putnam kids emerges from the mouth, giggling wildly. You think back to that afternoon in the trailer, to the freshman who looked at Eddie like he hung the fucking moon, to the affection in your ex-boyfriend’s voice when he talked about them. 

He may have saved them from the depths of high school mediocrity, but it looks like they saved him from the aftershocks of your departure. Fondness for them grows in the pit of your chest, untouched by the flickers of shame and guilt. Or perhaps growing because of them.

“How bad?” 

Finally he looks at you again, eyes pinning you in place like a butterfly. You couldn’t move if you wanted to. “That’s not really my story to tell.” But there’s something in the downward pull of his lips that tells you it was bad enough. 

So you take a breather, look down at your hands folded tight in your lap, clenching so fiercely that you can see the white of your knuckles. It’s funny because before this exact second, you’d been oblivious to how badly your body tensed up. Shoulders up by your ears, hunched. Hands pinched together. Ankles locked around one another underneath the bench, barely moving. It takes a concentrated effort to relax, slowly and consciously releasing each and every muscle. Hoping the feelings will go with it. 

If only you could be so lucky. 

“Melanie–” Gareth’s voice draws you out of your reverie, though it’s clearly not directed at you. There’s the faintest hint of a paternal edge to it, his features slotted into something serious but not mean. The little girl in question, all blonde curls and big blue eyes, looks up with a start. “Don’t push your brother.” She goes to say something and seems to think better of it, little mouth twisting into something annoyed. Even she knows better than to fight back when she’s been caught red-handed. “Do it again and we’re going home.” 

Melanie withdraws her hands from her brother’s shoulders, frown turning pouty, and heaves a sigh. Her brother, for his part, doesn’t seem that upset, just smiles at Gareth and then turns to stare after his older sister for a moment as she starts walking. 

Flopping his arm over the back of the bench, Gareth shakes his head. “Brats, the both of them,” but there’s no heat to it. 

You laugh just a little, and it’s less painful with the tension gone than it would have been otherwise: you can just sense it. “I know the feeling.” Not allowing yourself the time to fumble over it or second-guess, you push onward. “Do you think I should skip out on the show tomorrow?” 

Christine would say no but she’s your sister and therefore biased. Gareth knows the whole scenario better. He stayed when you didn’t, not that he really had a choice in the matter. He chews on his lip for a moment, seemingly thinking. “You already told him you’re coming?” 

“Yeah.” Twice now. Emphasized it, in fact. And Eddie went out of his way to try to enable you–or at least implied that he would. 

He nods again, processing. Lips part and snap closed quickly like he’s thought better of saying something and it’s a few seconds again before he settles on anything more palatable. “Y’gonna cut and run at the end of the week like you did last time?” Before you left, he would’ve called you a chicken shit. That would’ve stung less. 

Your gut tugs desperately with the question, though you can’t bring yourself to be mad at him for it. No, comes your initial thought, but you take a minute to really evaluate. Lying doesn’t help anything, even if sometimes you wish you were better at it. This isn’t one of those times. He at least does you the kindness of averting his eyes while you think, seemingly nonplussed by your lack of immediate response. 

Taptaptap go his fingers against his kneecap, the other hand adding an additional layer of the beat to the back of the bench. Finally, it clicks into place. Ratt. You hadn’t even realized the question of the song was still lingering in your mind until this moment, and yet–something in you eases. 

I know you only want romance I'll give you all that I can If you'll give me just one chance To prove myself and my love

There’s an urge to laugh that you have to fight back. “No. I’m gonna do it right this time.” 

His tapping stops as your moment of quiet is broken. It’s impossible to ignore the fact that he’s looking at you appraisingly once again, but this time you meet it as openly as you can. No guards up, no hesitation. Just you. 

“Guess you better be there, then.” Finally, finally, he gives you a hint of a real smile. “Not sure how Jeff and Scotty are gonna take it, though.” 

That’s a whole other bridge to cross, yeah. “Should I… give them a call?” 

Gareth barks out a laugh. “That’s one way to try it, sure.” 

“You got a better idea?” 

“Actually, yeah.” His grin gets a bit wicked, familiar in a way that both makes you glad to be back and worried about what’s to come. “How long are you on babysitting duty?”

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I know this chapter was a bit (severely) light on actual Eddie content, but I feel like it is well and truly necessary to the progression of the rest of the story. (AKA: the Reader really needs a good fucking bop on the head and this is the start of one.) The next part will definitely have more Eddie in it, as the current plan is to cover the gig at the Hideout and some other things!

As always, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed!

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