#so chris is extra refreshing

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It's probably mostly due to all this press being for Materialists and thus with the film being a romance movie where sweetness and silliness are appropriate, but I think I'm actually falling in love with Chris Evans all over again purely for the fact that he is absolutely unconcerned with more classic, harsh masculinity the older he gets. He's always been a giant child, don't get me wrong, haha, but there's something about it lately... I think, if I had to boil it down to one thing it'd be that he feels very comfortable and like he's not putting anything on. He's not trying to be the leading man and it feels like this space is actually where he lives, so he shines. He's laughing like always but I feel like he's been even more self-deprecating in a very charming way lately, seemingly enjoying being the "underdog" in Materialists. Just, things like Dakota calling him a tiny little raccoon, being unable to open a jar and handing it over to Dakota, dropping things, talking about how he can't cook but he does clean, etc.

[hartleychristopher]

Studying with Chris late at night and you leave to clean your face or whatever during one of your breaks, u come back with glasses and he’s just??? He didn’t even know you wore glasses, but apparently he’s got a thing for it because he’s stopped paying attention entirely

(Nerdy Chris gets a boner about nothing studying edition)

😛😛

Pairing: crush!chris x fem!reader

Warnings: shy/kind of a little bit loser!Chris, glasses k!nk(?), smutty! 18+!

A/N: I love you 😛 anon you always have the best ideas <33 I loved writing him so flustered and awkward and HORNY, the way god intended him to be…

The room is dim, lit only by a floor lamp casting soft shadows over scattered notes, open textbooks, uncapped highlighters. Chris’s laptop glows quietly amid the clutter, its screen full of tabs and citation bookmarks, while lo-fi beats murmur from a wireless speaker in the background. The air is heavy with late-night tension, filled only by soft music and the sound of pencils scratching on notebooks, or the clicking of a keyboard.

You’re trying to focus on your work, you’ve been staring at your notes for hours but your eyes are going blurry. You blink a few times, trying to will them to see better and you rub them, only to be irritated by your contact lenses. Wincing slightly, you rise from your place on your bed and you head to the bathroom, murmuring a quick “be right back!” to Chris who barely hums in acknowledgment.

You take your contacts out once you’re in front of the bathroom mirror. You decide to wash your face while you’re in there too, your makeup has worn thin with the stress of the day. Instead of deciding to put in a fresh pair of contacts in you opt for your glasses, your eyes thoroughly irritated from your extended-wear lenses anyways. You’ve kept your glasses in the medicine cabinet because it’s been so long since you’ve even worn them.

You come back to the room feeling a bit more refreshed; a clean face, your hair brushed out, your eyes free to breathe behind your glasses.

Chris glances up at you when you enter the room again, mumbling a small “hey” and looking back to his laptop—until his head whips back up for him to do a double take, his eyes widening when he sees you in your glasses for the first time.

He freezes, mid-keystroke, doesn’t even blink.

You don’t notice at first, climbing back to the foot of the bed where your study materials are still scattered.

His brain: blue screen.

His voice trips over itself. “I—you—yeah, you, um.” He gestures vaguely at your face like he’s trying to draw a diagram in the air. “G-Glasses.” He says from his spot on your bed, propped up against the headboard.

You raise an eyebrow. “Yeah. My contacts were bugging me.”

He nods, violently. Too many times. “Right. Logical. Vision and…comfort.”

He is not looking at the computer. He is trying so hard not to stare—he’s failing. Chris is having a hard time keeping it together, you look gorgeous like this; fresh-faced, your cute glasses framing your pretty eyes perfectly, making them appear slightly bigger. It’s making Chris dizzy.

You tilt your head, amused now. “Something wrong?”

“No,” he squeaks, clearing his throat, his voice deeper this time: “No. Just. Glasses. Good. I mean—t-they look good—really good. Not that you don’t look good normally, I mean, you always look good, just t-that the glasses are, like, bonus good. Extra—uh, data.”

He winces. Data? C’mon, man…

You just smirk, too inebriated by exhaustion to care about being blunt: “You have a glasses kink, don’t you?” You push boldly.

His soul leaves his body.

“I don’t—not a kink—I mean I appreciate optical enhancements—” he covers his face with his hands, groaning.

You just laugh, breezy and unbothered, “optical enhancements?” You parrot his dorky choice of words back at him.

“God, please stop before I implode.” He removes his own glasses to rub his eyes—an excuse to keep himself from meeting your gaze right now.

When he adjusts his glasses back onto his nose he sees you’ve crawled over to him, you’re dangerously close now, blinking up at him through your frames.

“I’ve never made out with another person wearing glasses, do you think they’d knock together a bunch?” You giggle, trying to rile him up.

“Jesus Christ, are—are you trying to get me to go into cardiac arrest?” He breathes, his blue eyes are heavy lidded and blown out, he tries to discreetly move his laptop over his crotch so you don’t see his growing erection. His tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip, his chest is rising and falling with his shallow breath.

You don’t miss how he places his laptop over his groin precariously. Your eyes drift from his shielded crotch and back to his face.

“This laptop is in my seat” you smirk.

Chris’s brain seems to short-circuit again.

“W-what?” He sputters

“You heard me, Hartley” you smile with faux innocence.

His brain catches up and he nods, quickly, shoving his laptop out of the way so hard, he’s lucky it gets caught on your blanket and doesn’t clatter to the floor. His big hands are reaching for your waist, tugging you into his lap to straddle him.

A broken moan leaves his mouth when you settle on his aching cock, his sweatpants, and your thin leggings are doing little to shield your hot core from his hard length.

“Oh!” You breathe through a moan, getting a good feel of his size through his clothes. “So you really like my glasses.” you conclude from his boner.

“Really like them—so p-pretty” he breathes, his lips parted with his heavy breathing, you crash your mouth to his, your lips slotting between his easily, resulting in a hot, messy kiss that makes your brain feels like it’s melting and spilling out of your ears—in the best way.

“How would you like to see me in nothing… but the glasses?” You ask between desperate kisses.

Chris groans deeply in response, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips. He’s trying to catch his breath when he says:

“Ohhhkay—I need to sit down—“ he’s already sitting. “Or—I mean—lie down. You need to sit down… on my face.”

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Chapter 12: Chris's Girl

Neither my heart or my mind pulled in one direction to a clear decision. Every thought wavered my mind back and forth as I stared around the dark room, laying on the cold, hard mattress. 

Matt had made me unbelievably happy. But, it was more than that. He made it seem so easy, so natural to be in the constant state of warm butterflies resigning through my veins.

My dad was…my dad. I had prayed and begged to every god and every star for years upon years. His arms wrapping around me felt like hope–and not the kind I had to make up in my head. 

The back of my hands were extremely tender from the bruises that slashed across my skin. Every time I had gotten close to letting my eyes flutter shut, I accidentally rolled over on the throbbing flesh. 

It felt like a stupid decision to even have to consider. My father–who I’ve known my whole life, or a boy I haven’t even known for six months. 

The guilt weighed heavy on my chest as my crusted eyelashes pulled apart with each blink. I had cried enough that it ran dry. The drought had consumed me, but the flood of emotions still crashed down on me with colossal waves. 

Selfish. Every thought passing by was selfish. I wasn’t just thinking of my dad’s recovery, I was thinking of him finally talking to me–wanting to talk to me. 

But, why now? Why did he suddenly want to get better and care about me when I finally had found something that made my chest not feel so…empty. 

I couldn’t feel time pass by anymore. The consuming thoughts and conversations in my head had paralyzed time for me. 

Until I heard my phone alarm start to go off. 

My body felt heavy as I stood from my bed. The cold, morning air didn’t feel refreshing. It just felt cold. I let my feet drag on the floor as I pulled on an oversized sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. 

After doing the absolute bare minimum, my phone buzzed.

[From Matt: Outside :)] 

With a heavy sigh, I grabbed my bag and stormed to the door. I heard my dad’s laugh from the kitchen as the smell of eggs reached my nose. 

The nausea waved over me as I forced my eyelids to blink open. 

It’s gonna be a long day, that’s for sure. 

_

Matt’s POV

We had barely sat in Mrs. Evans class for five minutes before I felt her head collapse on my shoulder. I knew something was wrong, it wasn’t hard to tell. 

Her swollen eyes were sunken into her cheeks with dark circles. She had been deathly quiet, seeming to be fighting with gravity to hold up any limb. I had asked her what was wrong in the car, but I was met with a hum of acknowledgement. 

I didn’t push further. I had just turned down the music before reaching my arm out and pulling her head down on my bicep as I drove. 

Why was she so tired? Why did she look so sad?

The sweatshirt she was wearing was one of my bigger ones. It was sickening how happy it made me to see her in my clothes. Especially as she bunched the extra fabric into her fists as if it was the comfiest thing on Earth. 

I held back a laugh as I felt a slight trace of damp wetness where her mouth rested on my arm. She’s drooling on me. With anyone else, I probably would’ve been absolutely revolted–but with her, it was adorable. 

I had brought my hand up to her forehead. It wasn’t too warm, she wasn’t sick. 

Maybe she just didn’t sleep well last night? 

Her bed definitely wasn’t the comfiest thing. Honestly, the thought of her sleeping with just the thin, worn blanket in the dead of winter made me upset. At first I had hoped there were more blankets stored away in the house, but after realizing how truly barren everything was–I highly doubted it. 

I wanted her to stay over at my house, but I didn’t push when she hesitated. I didn’t wanna take away her personal time. But, part of me was sure that she only hesitated because she didn’t wanna feel like she was over-staying. 

After being dismissed into table work with our partners, Mrs. Evans shot me a questioning look, gesturing her pen in her hand down to Y/n. I shrugged softly with the shoulder opposite of the arm she was leaning on. Mrs. Evans nodded her head hesitantly, bringing her attention back to whatever paper rested in her hands. 

_

Each class passed the same. I was worried to say the least. Each time I tried to ask if she was okay, she just responded telling me she was tired. 

I had my hockey game tonight. I wasn’t worried–the team we were playing against didn’t have great scores so far into the new season. The only thing I was worrying about was her. 

Her hands stayed curled in the sweatshirt sleeves like a blanket, tucked under her chin practically all day. I wanted to reach out, hold her hand–but I refused to wake her up. 

“Hey, wake up.” I whisper. She groans in response, nuzzling further into my arm as I take the keys out of the ignition. Chris and Nick had already gotten out of the car while I stayed, gently petting her hair and trying to wake her up slowly. 

“Are you okay? Did you just not get good sleep?” Her eyelids hazily flutter open as she shakes her head back and forth. I lightly laugh, watching as she swipes the drool off her imprinted cheek from my hoodie lines. 

“Come on, let’s get you inside.” I urge. She nods slightly, but makes no movement to even unclip her seatbelt. I didn’t mind–I honestly liked taking care of her, doing anything and everything to make her life easier and to make her feel appreciated. 

I walk around, opening her door leaning over to unclip her seatbelt. I grab her bag and reach out for her hand. Her feet stumble walking to the door. I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her to me as her weight immediately leans on me. 

I guided her into the front door before sitting her on the couch. In a sleepy daze, she still reaches out, petting Trevour. I hold back a smile as I close the front door, slipping off my shoes. 

I walk over, kneeling on the floor in front of her as I untie her shoe laces. I pull off each shoe from her foot before standing and offering her a hand. She lazily reaches out, placing her hand in mine as I feel her warmth radiate through the fabric of the sweatshirt. 

Her eyes shoot open as I pull her up, a gasp of pain erupting from her mouth as she pulls her hand back to her chest. Did I grab her that hard? No–I couldn’t have. 

Looking up at her face, I notice her panicked eyes darting around the room. “Hey, what’s wrong with your-” I reach out, but she pulls her hands behind her back. My heart sinks with the realization. 

She promised she’d tell me. 

“Can we–can we just go to your room?” she asks. I nod hesitantly before following her steps. 

As I walk through the threshold of my room after her, I close the door softly. She lays on the bed, pulling the material even further down her arms and bunching it up in her clenched hands. She snuggles on top of the comforter, pulling her hands under her chin. 

She promised. She’d tell me. Right?

I walk over, laying on my back as she stays in her position. Her guilty eyes tell me all I need to know. I don’t even have to hear the lie to know she’s not telling the truth. 

My lips quiver at the thought of her pain. How could someone hurt her? How could somebody even hurt their own kid? 

I take a deep breath. Maybe–just maybe, I’m overthinking this. My anxiety has always led me to make abrupt conclusions. I hope this is one of them. 

“Y/n?” I voice. Her eyes are fluttered shut, a small hum erupting from her sealed lips. “What is–” 

“Matt, I’m really tired. Can we please just take a nap?” she asks. 

I reach out, caressing her arm. “Yes, just—is everything okay?” I ask. Her eyes peer open slightly before closing once more. 

I see her lips tremble as they pull apart. “Yeah…everything’s okay.” she says. I feel a weight drop in my gut at the obvious lie. 

I let myself sit in doubt as her breathing starts to pace in deep, even breaths. The light snores start sounding from her mouth.

Patiently observing her sleeping state, I reach out. I slowly and gently pull her wrist out from under her chin in the slightest. I pull down the bunched-up sleeve with a snail pace. 

The slight shift of her body makes me freeze. She snuggles further into the sheets, the light snores resuming. I hold my hands in place.

After a minute, I finally crept the fabric down lower and lower. Purple, green, and yellow hues paint a line across the back of her hand. I bite the inside of my cheek, grinding my teeth together as my ears grow hot. 

I place her hand gently down, tugging up the material into its original place. What the fuck do I do? 

I slowly lift myself from off the bed, pulling my phone in my hands as I travel down the hallway. 

Please don’t hate me for this. This is me trying to help. 

_

Y/n’s POV 

Selfish. Selfish. Selfish. 

The word chanted like a mantra even in my sleepy haze. As my eyes fluttered open, I noticed the sunset peering in through his bedroom window. The bed was completely barren beside me, not even an indent resting in the comforter. 

Where is he? Is he already at his hockey game? I stretch my limbs out, standing from the bed. I hear the faint whisper of voices as I open his bedroom door. Two female voices–ones I knew like the back of my hand. 

Before I can round the corner, Nick erupts from his room with Madi behind his shoulder. 

“Can you come in for a sec?” he asks. I look over my shoulder, peering down the hallway as the voices seem to hush to a quieter volume. Looking back at Nick, I hesitantly nod my head. 

He opens the door wider for me to come in. Madi greets me with a small smile as she tucks some of her chocolate hair behind her ear. I give her a smile back as I hear Nick shut the door from behind me. 

I notice the white dots of makeup around her eyes as I get closer. “Woah, your makeup is actually astounding.” I compliment. 

Her eyes beam with a happy squint. “Want me to do yours?” she offers. I nod my head eagerly as she tugs me to Nick’s bed, sitting me on the neutral bedding. 

Nick turns around, clapping his hands together with a smile. “So,” he walks over, grabbing a speaker in his hands and pressing some of the buttons. I hear the faint song start to increase with volume as Madi nods her head along to the beat. “--let’s get lit, bitches.” he announces.

I laugh, bobbing my head in sync as Nick starts dancing with that talent of a patient having a seizure. 

“Do you want me to just do your makeup? I’ll make it look pretty, I swear!” she says. I give her a curt nod, watching as she digs through the hot-pink makeup bag. 

“Purple or pink?” she asks, holding up two different pallets. I point to the pink one as she squeals in excitement. “I was hoping you’d say that! Pink is definitely gonna look perfect on you.” she remarks. 

She opens the pallet, revealing small pans containing varying shades of pink hues. Taking a small brush from the small pink bag, she dips the bristles in the powder, tapping it on the rim of the rectangular pallet as excess product shakes off the brush. 

“Okay, just close your eyes for me…” she directs. I let my eyes flutter shut as I feel the soft circular motions of the brush against my eyelid. 

The sensation almost puts me to sleep as I sit upright. I hear her rummage through her bag, keeping my eyes closed as I feel various products placed onto the skin around my eyes. 

“Okay, look up for this part.” I follow her command, my eyes flickering up to the ceiling as I feel the slight sticky sensation of her drawing with an eyeliner pencil in small dots in the same places she had on her own eyes. 

“And…” she trails off, patting down her pinky on my eyelids with a shimmery shade of glittery pink. “--done! Nick, come look!” 

I open my eyes fully, watching as Nick rushes over from dancing around the room in the opposite corner. He leans down, his lips parting. “Damn! This really looks good on you!” he states. 

I grin at the compliment, eagerly soothing my covered palms on my thighs with excitement. Madi stands up, waving her hand as a motion for me to follow. My feet practically bounce off the floor with each step as I walk behind her into Nick’s bathroom in his room. 

She flips on the lights as I stare at myself in the mirror. I had never had access to makeup, not even used it because it seemed like such a waste of money. But, I felt beautiful. 

The pink shimmery shades made my eyes pop. The small dots of white eyeliner made everything look so…perfect. I knew I was beautiful, but looking in the mirror made me feel beautiful. 

“I love it so much, oh my god! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” I exclaim. I had pulled Madi into a hug as she wrapped her arms around me. With a flush of embarrassment, I stepped back. “--sorry, I just got really excited.” I mumble.

Madi doesn’t drop her hands, instead she pulls me back into a tight embrace. “Girl, you’re fine! We’re friends! I’m a hugger too, no worries.” she says. 

I let out a sigh of relief, letting my arms relax around the girl as I appreciated the moment. Sure, Matt’s hugs were so unbelievably great–his moms were too, but it didn’t feel like this. 

I had always wanted a girl-friend. I wanted to get ready, blasting music as we picked out each other’s outfits. She hadn’t just made me look pretty–she made me feel pretty. 

“I really appreciate it, Madi. I really–fuck I’m PMS-ing, I’m trying so hard not to cry!” I announce. I look up, blinking back the growing pools of water in my eyes. 

Madi grabs me by both of my shoulders. “Oh my god! Me too!” she exclaims. A smile covers my face as our laughter mixes together. I see Nick walk in through the mirror as he wraps his arms around the both of us, squeezing with an absurd amount of pressure. 

“Sorry–I felt left out,” he says. The laughter gets louder in the tiled bathroom as the music plays from the speaker. 

Madi clenches her gut, falling to the floor as her squeaks of giggles fall endlessly. I hold onto the counter as Nick glances between the both of us with wide eyes. 

“What the fuck is going on.” he whispers out. The statement isn’t funny, but for some reason Madi’s laugh makes my giggles contagiously flow as I feel my eyes squint with streams of tears falling. 

Madi tilts her head up, her own wet tears falling down her cheeks with smudged mascara. “I’m so glad I’m gay.” Nick breaths out. The giggles get silent as only wheezes of laughter escape our mouths. 

We both take a couple of deep breaths, calming down as we exchange a look of disbelief. “We can take this shit off so we don’t look like sparkly-raccoons.” she suggests. 

I nod my head in agreement as she stands up, grabbing a bag of makeup-wipes off the counter. She snatches out one, handing it to me as I hold it cluelessly. “Just do what I do,” she directs. 

I follow her motions, my skin turning a slight shade of pink as I wipe at the skin. 

Soon enough, both of our faces are bare. Nick dances behind us as we observe through the mirror, exchanging looks with smiles. 

_

After an incredible amount of cookies and an unreasonable amount of trashy reality TV, I felt nothing but refreshed. The sullen thought of my dad looming over my head was pushed out by the ridiculous comments from Nick’s mouth. 

“When’s Matt’s hockey game? Isn’t it late?” I ask, reaching around for my phone in my empty pockets. 

Nick’s lips smack together as he twists his mouth to the side. “He’s actually, uh, he’s not playing tonight.” he explains. 

I tilt my head with a curious look. “What–why? Is he okay?” I press. Nicks nod affirmatively as I let out a breath of relief. 

“He, uh, I don’t know…” he trails off, grabbing his phone. “--he can explain it all to you, he said he was on his way home a couple of minutes ago—it shouldn’t be long.” he says. 

I suck my bottom lip between my teeth, nibbling on the skin with nervousness. I sit with the swirling pit of anxiety bringing me back to reality–everything I had forced myself from confronting since I had walked through Nick’s bedroom door. 

I feel a warm hand land on my shoulder. I look over, seeing Madi’s eyes giving me a soft expression with a reassuring smile. “Hey, it’s just Matt. That guy practically worships the ground you walk on from how he talks about you.” she says. 

I feel my cheeks flush as I inhale a deep breath, nodding my head in acknowledgement to Madi. It’s just Matt. 

I hear a sudden knock at the door as my ears perk with anticipation. “Come in.” Nicks shouts. 

The door creaks open as Matt pokes his head through the sliver. He gives a small smile and wave to Nick and Madi before turning to me. “Can you come with me?” he asks. 

I get up off the bed, clenching the fabric of the hoodie sleeves in my hands as I give the pair still laying on the bed a smile. “Thank you guys. See you later?” I ask. Madi nods aggressively, making me laugh as I see Nick hold up his hand with a look that says, ‘duh.’ 

“Yeah,” Nicks starts, “--obviously. Sorry, Matt, you’re gonna have to share. She’s our girl now.” he states. 

“True that.” Madi replies, high-fiving Nick with pursed lips. I shake my head in amusement before turning to see Matt doing the same. He nods his head, a notion for me to follow him as I give them one final wave. 

“Our girl.” Matt mocks in a high pitched voice. I hold back a laugh, following as he walks down the hallway and into his room. 

“My girl, actually. Ain’t that right?” he presses. I nod affirmatively, watching as he shuts the door behind him. I turn to dive into the bed, pausing as I look at the array of items rested on his sheets. 

The plant his mom had given me, the two toy frogs, bags that had familiar articles of clothing spilling out from the top. 

“Matt,” I gasp, turning around to see him staring at me with a sullen look. “--what is all of this? I…what’s, what's going on?” I breathe out. 

“I,” his gaze flickers towards the ground and back up to me. “I saw your hands, Y/n. I know you lied, I’m sorry I went behind your back, but I needed to make sure you were safe. I read what you had written in my journal, you can’t live like that anymore.” he says. 

My lips part as my jaw falls with gravity. I stand frozen in place as my eyes stare at his chest. Dad. 

I hear the patter of his feet as his hands land on my shoulders. I look up, a tear falling from my eyes as I meet his gaze. “I talked to my parents. We came up with a couple of options for you, but I’m sorry—you can’t live with a man who hurts you this much.” he states. 

“You promised you wouldn’t read what I wrote, Matt.” I point out, a frown forming as I tug my lips into a tight line. 

“You promised me you would tell me if this ever happened. I’m sorry, but I did what I had to.” he explains softly. 

I feel the anger rumble in my chest as my vision blurs with hot tears of frustration. “Matt, he’s my dad. I can’t just leave him. I can’t give up on him.” I spill the words with a broken voice as I push him off me with a hand on his chest. 

“He was getting better–he–” I spit with anger lacing in my tone as I pushed my hands on his chest repeatedly. 

“He was passed out drunk when we got to your house, Y/n.” He lands his hands on top of mine, sliding down and holding my wrists against his chest. The skin unveiled shrines, the shades of the bruises covering my flesh with a sinking feeling in my gut. 

“You’re lying. Don’t lie to me, Matt!” I cry out pitifully as my voice cracks. 

“I’m not…he didn’t even go to work today. He just screamed about–it doesn’t matter what…just–you can’t be there.” he breathes out. 

I swallow the thick lump in my throat. “Mom said you can stay here. I’ll even sleep out on the couch or with Chris or Nick. Madi’s mom, Laura, lives next door. She said she has a spare bedroom too….” he trails off. 

People wanted to help me? Just like that?

My eyebrows furrow as I glance up at him. “Matt, I don’t know, this is a lot—” I suck in a harsh breath, looking up at the ceiling as I will the tears to stay at bay. 

“I know, I know. But—-we all care about you, we’re all here for you…” he says. His hands drop my wrists before he pulls me into his arms. “I care about you, I’m here for you…okay? It’s all gonna be okay, I promise.” he soothes. 

I nod my head in his embrace as he pets the back of my head with a gentle touch. “Asking people for help–accepting help…it’s really out of my comfort zone, Matt. I just…I don’t even know.” I sigh. 

“It’s gonna be okay. You can still see your dad if you want to, I’m not gonna stop you—but, I’m coming with. I can’t—I can’t just let you get hurt like that. It kills me.” he utters softly under his breath. 

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Taste Of Guilt - Chapter 5

**This Fic Series will NOT be for people with triggers. This Fic Series will have moments of cannibalism.**

Definition can·ni·bal·ism /ˈkanəbəˌliz(ə)m/ noun: cannibalism

The practice of eating the flesh of one's own species.

Please Read At Your Own Risk.

⚠︎Trigger Warning: lying, mention of craving Dior, mention of Mortician!Matt stealing human body parts, Rosalinda incident RECAP, intense making out, skipping school, slight using someone, taking clothes off, talk of virginity, Cannibal!Chris becoming hungry, CUTE AF Cannibal!Chris (first variation), first time sex anxiety, growing hunger pain, being bitten, Cannibal!Chris eating Rosalinda, mention of blood, mention of Nick abandoning them, light stalking?, light manipulation?, salivating over someone, suspense, angst?, biting lip. ⚠︎

He called off with Mike easily. Mike wasn't upset in the slightest. He used his erratic behavior as the reason, saying he was just sick with a bug. The problem for Chris was that he was now stuck at home thinking about Dior. Would she be upset he wasn't there? Would she even notice? Matt was off at his job, which Chris made extra difficult today by informing him it was time. That was their code sentence for when Chris required more human remains to be brought home. Of course, Chris pushed himself as far and as long as he could, but with Dior in the picture now, he was hungry. More hungry than ever before. Honestly, Dior was just Rosalinda waiting to happen all over again. Chris couldn't stop recapping that particular event and looking for similarities.

"Chris." She giggled. The Raw Meat Diet was working really well with his growing body. He was 18, so puberty happened shortly after his hospital fiasco. Chris thought the Raw Meat Diet was the best thing that had ever happened to him. He was jacked and felt great. He had his dream body, and that body was helping him pull girls. Rosalinda, to be more specific. She was the hottest girl in their high school, and she was here making out with Chris. They had been sneaking around for a while, but to his surprise, she made the first move of interest. He accepted it, given that he didn't know many girls due to his frequent hospitalizations. Every minute spent with her made him feel normal again. He and his family thought it would be best to keep his special diet a secret from everyone, just in case people asked questions that none of them had answers to.

"Rose." Chris breathed on her lips. She sucked them right back to hers. They were stumbling through her house. They were skipping class to get some alone time together. Something Chris was getting used to doing. Her parents were at work, so there was no risk of getting caught. Chris shoved her back to land on her bed.

"Someone's excited." Rosalinda was a slight tease. She teased Chris often at school and at the basketball games. Chris crawled on top of her with a wide grin.

"How can I not be? You taste so good." He whispered and then lightly nibbled her shoulder.

"Ugh." She moaned out. She took an interest in Chris when he came back to school. Then suddenly, overnight, he became really hot to every girl in their school. She wanted to be with the hottest guy in school, so she approached him first. She didn't want anyone else having him. It started as a popularity thing, but somehow Chris grew on her. He was sweet and goofy. His love for life was refreshing. She fell for him. "Please?" She whimpered, trying to take her clothes off. Chris jumped in and ripped her clothes off quickly from his position on top of her.

"You sure you wanna do this?" Chris was a virgin. Most of what they had done before was simple foreplay acts. He was ready but wanted to ensure she was okay with it.

"Yes. I want you." The neediness in her voice drove away all his self-doubt, and he stripped himself down. Her super-thin waist made her thick thighs pop. Chris snaked his fingers around them and pulled her down to connect with his erection. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him down. Their lips connected. "I love you." She whispered. Chris froze. He stared right into her bright blue eyes and smiled.

"I love you, too." Just to ruin the perfect moment, his stomach growled.

"How are you always hungry?" She giggled and slapped his bare chest playfully.

"I'm hungry for you!" He play-growled and dipped down to bite her neck this time.

"Fu.. fuh -" She shivered. Chris did loops with his tongue and then sucked again feeling himself getting lost. Rosalinda was the first girl he ever said I love you to, and she was about to be the first person he made love to. Rosalinda was his world.

"Ready?" He asked for consent again. Part of him was consenting, and the other part kept stalling because he was nervous. He figured his natural desires would take over in the heat of the moment, but Rosalinda meant something to him. She was special; he wanted it to be perfect. That pressure was hard to live up to.

"Yes. Chris." She giggled again. Chris, too nervous to insert himself inside her, came back down to keep kissing her lips. He was rock hard and ready, but something kept stopping him. He worried he wouldn't last long, and that would upset her. Or would she tell her friends and make fun of him for the rest of high school? He wondered if, in her bedroom, while her parents were gone at work, it wasn't the most romantic. Was he genuinely ready? He kissed down her jaw line and sucked in the smell of her department store perfume. He began sucking on her neck again, stalling. "Chris, please." Her begging him made it feel easier to follow through with.

His hands gripped the bed sheets tightly. It was here that Chris should have felt it. The shift. But he didn't. His stomach growled painfully. He opened his mouth and sank his teeth down into her flesh. "Ow, Chris." She was wincing away from him. Chris couldn't stop. His jaw locked down, and he kept pressing his teeth together, breaking the barrier between them. Rosalinda's soft skin. He penetrated it. She started thrashing, trying to get Chris off of her. She was instantly afraid. Chris gripped her biceps and finished tearing the piece of skin off of her. The blood started dripping down her shoulder and off his lips. "AHHH!" Rosalinda's screaming brought Chris back into reality. His eyes widened, and he quickly scrambled off the bed and away from her. Her hand held her bloody neck. Chris swallowed the piece he bit off and felt his stomach being satisfied. He wiped his mouth and saw her blood coating his hand. "What are you?" Her disgusted face stared at him from across the room. Chris didn't know who or what he was anymore. He grabbed his clothes and threw them on, darting out of her house. He ran all the way home.

"Chrissy, aren't you supposed to be - sweet Mary and Joseph!" MaryLou covered her mouth with her hand.

"Mom, something happened." Chris closed his eyes tightly. Everything after that was too painful to think about. Somehow, his parents lied their way out for him, but after that, it was only Matt and him. Nick stayed for a while, but that was another heartbreak to think about. His life was shit and as happy as Dior made him, she also reminded him of every bad thing that has happened to him from his past. His head perked up.

"Matt forgot his key?" He whispered to himself, getting up. He opened the front door only to be met with the most stunning girl he had ever seen.

"Hi, I know this is weird, me just showing up but Mike said you were sick and I wanted to see how you were doing?" Her voice was pure comfort.

"I'm fine." He was so stunned that she was at his house. "How did you -"

"Mike..." She looked into Chris' eyes, slightly ashamed. She wasn't the type to go full stalker mode, but was also so curious about Chris that she couldn't get him out of her head enough to focus on her upcoming exam. She thought maybe if she checked on him, she would be able to push thoughts of him aside long enough to finish.

"Matt can't see you." Chris's panic was slowly creeping in. Matt usually stayed at work late, but Chris wasn't willing to take the chance that he got off work early or something.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I just wanted to see you." She looked him up and down. He looked disheveled. His clothes were worn in, and his hair was a mess. His eyes were tired. Chris saw the slight disappointment on her face, and instead of feeling his stomach flutter, he felt it in his chest.

"Only a few minutes." He caved. Dior instantly brightened up, almost like she had played him to get her way. She had. She was a master manipulator when she needed to be. But while doing so, the other person's responses confirmed or denied her suspicions. It was confirmed then that Chris liked her too. He was just holding back. Dior stepped and saw a beautiful house inhabited by two men. The only thing clean was the dishes. She giggled.

"Two men definitely live here."

"Sorry, we, I, wasn't exactly expecting company."

"I'm just messing with you." She flopped her curls to the side, and her coconut scent wafted past Chris. His mouth watered.

"Yeah." He stifled a chuckle.

"Can I see your room?" Dior was so forward about things sometimes that it threw Chris off.

"Why?" He questioned.

"You can learn a lot about someone from their room. I got it from Twilight." She was being entirely truthful.

"Sure." Chris didn't care if she picked apart this whole house. The one place she was not allowed to look was the fridge. That was the only place off limits, and luckily for him, his bedroom was far from it. He walked her to his room, and she immediately looked at everything. The clothes on the floor and the posters on the wall all gave off a grungy vibe. The opposite of what she enjoyed, but still intriguing to her. "It's not much, kinda messy again but -"

"I like it. It's dark and cozy." She picked up a book that Chris hasn't even attempted to read in years.

"Dior?"

"Hmm?" She hummed back, looking at him after the silence continued. Chris wanted to know her interest in him and why someone mysteriously perfect like her would show up on his doorstep to see his room.

"Can I ask why you are so interested in seeing my room to get to know me?" Chris's words felt more formal than he meant to, but he was nervous. That question mostly came from a place of rushed confidence.

"You just seem... interesting. You randomly show up at the smoothie shop one day -"

"I have worked there for years." Chris corrected her.

"And you don't talk to anyone but Mike. And we both know he is a dry conversation." She laughed at her joke. It pulled Chris's lips into a smile. Dior walked over to where Chris stood in the corner of the room. He tried to keep his distance for her safety, but she was challenging that. "I just know there has to be something more to you than a smoothie shop and Mike." She examined his face up close. She couldn't help but feel drawn to him. Having the perfect friend group, with the perfect job and school, and a perfect life, really bored her sometimes. Sometimes she craved something different, something she had never had before. Something that left her wanting more. Someone like Chris.

"And if there isn't?" Chris was used to everyone giving up on him because of his cannibalism, not because he was boring.

"I want to find out." Dior was ready to push his boundaries. She pressed her chest to his and could have sworn she felt his heart beat pulsing hard and fast. "Can I?" She whispered directly into his lips. Chris lost all sense of self-preservation and let her close the gap. He instantly felt his chest tighten. His pants grew tighter, too. Dior grabbed his neck and let her manicured nails tickle his skin. She knew getting physically intimate with him would be easy. It would be getting him to open up emotionally, which would be the real challenge. One she was ready for.

"We can't." Chris rested his forehead to hers. "I can't." All Chris could think about was Rosalinda. He loved Rosalinda, but look what still happened to her. There was no chance in hell he would let something like that happen to Dior. He felt Dior nod in understanding. They stood in his room holding each other, connected.

Chris's head rested on her shoulder. His mouth was right up against her neck, and he breathed shallow, as his arms loosely held her against him. Dior's fingers were in his hair. Chris was fighting so many different urges within himself right now. The most prominent one was wanting to throw her on the bed and taste every inch of her body. The others were darker. Dior was fighting with herself. She wanted to push him because she knew she could, easily. But she also wanted to make sure he was comfortable. She tiptoed up to his lips again. Chris submitted to the touch. His arms tightened on her. Their lips were pushing and pulling each other, but Dior was the one being rough. She sucked his lip into her teeth and gave it a little nip. Chris pulled back, eyes widened.

"Sorry, I just get carried away sometimes." She smirked and looked down. Chris wasn't sure what to say, but he was pretty sure he had become invested in Dior in a way he wasn't ready for.

"It's okay. I can, too, sometimes." For the first time since Rosalinda, Chris felt comfortable flirting with anyone. But this wasn't just anyone. This was Dior.

[finalgwen]

Lucky Day thoughts

(Spoilers within.)

So I chose a very good time to rewatch season 12, huh. I think the use of the Think Tank name is kinda brilliant for a group trying to end UNIT. Even if they persisted in a few more stories, Robot was the end of the true UNIT era, so it's an echo of that, and really if you need a name for petty fascists who think they're smarter than everyone else...

There's a bit of an essential problem with basing the story round UNIT, though. I think the metaphor the story is going for is how fascists try to tear down the few institutions there to protect us, (Human rights, unions, etc), in a world with more literal monsters to face.

But how big and militarised they are is a bit of a problem that hurts this episode. We're meant to unequivocally side with UNIT because Conrad is such a dick and we know that aliens are real, but it's very hard to argue people are wrong when they're pissed off soldiers are pointing guns at people and doing illegal rendition. We've already seen how grim this can be played with Tosh in Fragments, and do we really wanna be in a situation where Chris Chibnall was more nuanced about military overreach?

In the UNIT era itself, there was always that slight friction with how it was percieved, with Barry Letts at the top being this Buddhist who's into environmental causes and things being pretty right-on while also being the era when Doctor Who joins the army, witnesses a genocide and is like 'cool, I'll keep working with you' and the Brig grumbles about all the monsters being immune to bullets because guns should solve every problem.

To me it always played best as a ramshackle offshoot operation with just enough authority from the UN to get involved, trying to do the best they could while being hampered by British politicians, a vision of a united world scraping against the dying vestiges of empire.

But that barely lasted through that era, it got bigger and the stories gave them less oversight. Battlefield gave us a more modern military version with extra firepower. And now UNIT is the establishment, the Avengers, complete with their own tower. And for all the usual jokes about Kate doing child labour being kinda trite, it's an odd feeling that they're unequivocally the good guys, the extended 'fam' when they have all this unchecked power.

As far as muddled politics go, I don't think it's McTighe's worst (hello Kerblam, you fucking wretched story), but I do think it maybe needed another pass to either make UNIT feel murkier or to make them less evil, because what does work about the Think Tank and the horror of them is great. And Conrad was played fantastically as a subversion of Elton and Eugene. That hopeful upward inflected narration, but all as a mask. And the Doctor's brutal cutting down his delusions of grandeur was a fitting punishment. Finally, the Doctor meets someone who isn't important. I saw @rassilon-imprimatur point to it as a darker take on the Eighth Doctor predicting people's futures in the TVM and yes, that's so good.

Think this episode also did a lot for Ruby, too. In the same way that once Clara stopped being a mystery she could just be an interesting and fun companion, here we get a different side to Ruby, with PTSD after facing all the wonders and evils of the universe, unable to let go of its mindset, and her one attempt to rebuild sadly pulling her back in. I do wonder if we'll see her meeting the Doctor again this series, and how it'll affect her, especially if it's while similarly apocalyptic things are happening. It's a refreshing take on what a post-Doctor life looks like.

All in all gonna give this a 7/10 I think? There's a lot I loved about it, the pacing of the story was good and a fantastic villain, but I do have enough qualms that I can't really push it any higher.

[fanfic-lover-girl]

Some fresh takes on 'Characters reading the PJO books'

So I have read a ton of fics in this trope. I initially invested in these types of fics to understand canon better - a shortcut if you will. And I have enjoyed quite a few of the as evident by some posts I have done. Even as some are still WIP, there are still more cropping up.

While there are a few that stand out with interesting premises, most of the time it's the same old same old with everyone idolizing Percy and lavishing him with praise about how great he is. With a few admonishments here and there regarding his disrespect. And that's great! I love Percy having friends who show his love for him and seeing other characters support him and recognize how he has been mistreated! Unless of course Percabeth is still a main ship so -

Anyway, but everything is good in moderation and at this point, I wish to see some fresh new takes on this trope that doesn't involve a Percy love fest. Percy may be the MC but I am tired of him. It's almost like when I eat chocolate everyday - after a while it begins to make me feel sick no matter how much I love it.

Here are some concepts or ideas I would like to see or see more of:

Viewing screens

So far, I have seen approx three fleshed out series /stories that allow characters to have visuals. With the tv show happening, I hope this would inspire people to have more of this set up when characters experience the books. Just because PJO is a book series, it doesn't mean the characters literally have to read the books!

More ship variety!

I honestly don't mind Percy being single. I can't get enough seafam and Percy doesn't need a romantic partner. But gosh, if it's not Percabeth, it's Perpollo! I like Perpollo, but it's basically the gay Percabeth. Meaning it's the default slash ship for Percy in fics if the author is not doing Percabeth. There was this one fic where I think the author was pushing Percy/Pollux, and it was kind of refreshing? I don't care about Pollux, and I was kind of disappointed because I wanted Perachel at the time, but it was nice to see variety. And hey, I have come to like the idea of certain ships due to fanfic like Annabeth/Connor, even though I don't care about either of them 🤷🏿.

Ancient Greek gods

I like how casual Apollo and Hermes can be in the typical fic in this trope. But it's so refreshing to see the gods acting more regal and godly. Having the ancient version of the gods react to the books adds a fun dynamic to the affair. Percy and the others can't disrespect the gods in this era like they can with the modern gods, and it's fun to see the ancient gods react to their future versions. Unfortunately, there is no completed fic for this yet.

Having antagonists present

I am mainly talking about Luke here. But Ethan and Alabaster would be great too! My main problem is that all these fics lack a balanced view of the war. I want to see an author explore Luke and other TA demigods' perspectives. Why are the gods better than the titans? How do demigods who aren't important enough for prophecies feel? Having Percy as the mouthpiece for this balanced view often feels hollow in my opinion. Also, a lot of Luke's character is often from Percy's assumptions and bias. I want Luke there to counter and make a case for himself. Heck, throw in some titans too for some extra family drama. Which leads to my next point...

More Luke & Hermes!

What I like about Danny Phantom and HTTYD reaction fics is how these fics help the protag bond and reconcile with their parent(s). I love seeing Percy interact with the seafam. We sometimes see Hermes reconcile with Chris regarding his claiming. WHY IS THIS NOT DONE WITH LUKE?! All the fics that have Luke as part of the reading audience are WIP, but even those don't show any effort to have Luke and Hermes interact. This trope would provide a good opportunity for Luke and Hermes to come to an understanding. Yeah, Chris was unclaimed, but can we address the broken relationship with Hermes and Luke, please! Chris ultimately doesn't matter in the books! Look, I know a lot of these writers are Percy lovers, and I am sure most of them hate Luke or don't really care that much about him. But gosh, is it frustrating. Sigh.

Reading the demigod diaries

It's honestly shocking that no one has done a fic where the characters read the demigod diaries. Instead of following Percy like every other fic popping up, why not follow Luke's life starting from DoLC? I am not sure how the plot would go but there is potential there. But it would require more effort.

Character reacting to AUs

I saw this idea in a HTTYD fic. Maybe have the book characters react to the tv show? I have seen fics like these. For example, there is this fic where the seafam reads the books and as they change history the books change too :). Or there is this Perpollo WIP where the gods watch this AU where Percy was not a forbidden child. I just think this idea is cool! Maybe there could be an AU where the gods are good parents and the demigods react to canon where their parents ignore them. Just imagine AU!Luke and Canon!Luke interacting, how jealous and bitter canon Luke would be to see AU!Luke with loving parents.

Titans react

Can we have more fics where the titans react to their future selves in the books? I think the titans were undercooked so badly in the books and I never saw why the gods were better than the titans. Kronos ate his kids, so what? Kronos is one titan. What makes clown Zeus better? Zeus ate Metis and no one gives a damn. There was one fic I saw with this premise, but of course it became an entire thing about Percy being like a mini Kronos. Ugh! It would be cool to have the gods and titans together and have them hash out their family drama.

This is not meant to bash writers. These are just things I wish to see. I know the books are from Percy's perspective but that doesn't mean the fic needs to be a Percy ass kissing session. Explore the antagonists more. Do something different. Eventually, I gradually lost interest in the works I was subscribed to because they all started to sound the same.

[yanxidarlings]

YANDERE POLY BROMIGOS HEADCANONS (ftwd)

because i took a break from ftwd at season 3 and i'm not confident enough to write for twd yet but i want angst and misery and want i it now

to refresh your memory the "bromigos" are brandon's group (brandon luke, derek, james mcallister, chris manawa) from season 2 that got chris killed. What can I say I like POS minor characters 🤡

BUT let's just say, hypothetically, instead of putting James down, they chuck him in the back of the truck and jus say "if he bleeds out he bleeds out if he doesn't he doesn't", but chris still crashes the truck and darling is there to prevent everyone's deaths 😮

• maybe the darling had followed travis and chris from madison's group or maybe they were apart of brandon's group. heck, they could even have been staying with the mexican guy at the farm. either way, they convince the others to spare the bullet and let nature take it's course with james.

• so the group packs up the truck and sets off. eventually chris gets his turn driving and that's when it all goes to shit. the vehicle smashes in a tree, flipping on it's side in the process, brandon and derek get out with pretty minor injuries, cuts to the head and a sprained wrist.

• james and chris on the other hand are doing pretty bad. on with shards of glass in his leg and the bone sticking out, the other with his gunshot wound worsened by the impact. the darling came out with a small concussion, having been in the back with james.

"look at them!, they're as good as dead. they'll be nothing but extra weight on us" brandon pointed his shotgun at james's head, ignoring the others plea's for mercy. m/n shot the other a sharp glare, raising his brows "oh. i get it" he sighed, lowering his pistol, "so if you were also injured you would hold up the same principle?"

"i'm not injured and since when have you been in char-" BANG. before brandon could finish his sentance, a loud crack sounded. and he was on the ground, his calf now covered in blood. "what the fuck man" "oh look there, derek, he's deadweight now, should we put him down?" m/n quipped, turning towards the only other uninjured member of the group, who was staring at him wide-eyed.

• shooting brandon might not have been the best decision in the long run, as walkers were slowly making their way towards the scene. derek was forced to help james and brandon hobble their way back to the farm - or the closest functioning vehicle. whilst m/n found a piece of tarp and dragged chris along on it.

• out of all of them, brandon hated m/n the most. who does he think he is? but he was also kind of weirdly attracted to the guy. if they weren't in the middle of an apocalypse he'd never even consider what he was nor would he find another male attractive. he'd used to make fun of the gay kids in highschool!

• but it's not like there are many options these days. at some point he tells the reader this, but all that came out of it was a concussion from the slap he received.

• his growing fondness evolved into obsession as the weeks go by and he begins to realise how much of an asset to the group the reader really is. he's the kind of person that would survive and thrive in this world, so much so that other survivors are going to want to steal him away from the group. like hell brandons going to let that happen.

• he used to think the other three were a bunch of gay sissy's, but now he too constantly grills the reader when he tries to go on runs, spends too much time alone or interacts with another survivor.

• after the whole crash fiasco, derek is straight up terrified of m/n. and is of the belief that he would belong in a mental hospital if society hadn't collapsed. as the only other uninjured member of the group, he's forced to take up alot of the slack. he goes on runs with and helps m/n secure the farm, he believes he's much closer to the reader because of this. which is what kickstarts his obsession.

• derek is under the belief that he's m/n's favourite of the group, otherwise he would have shot him as well, right? he does some mental gymnastics which arrive him at the assumption that m/n is definitely into him.

• wouldn't usually be his thing but nor would shooting people. the apocalypse changes you. so he kinda just starts.. acting like he's much closer to the reader than he actually is. mf takes his shirt off whilst on a run, thinking he's doing m/n a service.

• "put a shirt on" "it's boiling out here bro" "you might as well write walker bait on there"

• honestly james was into m/n after one look. it only got worse when he was saved from being put down twice. like derek he is fully under the impression that the reader is into him. but is much less subtle (if you could call derek's approach subtle).

• whenever m/n is attending to his wound, james is shamelessly flirting. and then he wonders why the reader is being less gentle when reapplying the gauze. he exaggerates his condition to the reader and is constantly demanding something "you couldn't look for something to drink when your out there? i'd share some with you ;)"

• when his injury starts to heal he only comes on more strong; unprompted 'bro hugs' (m/n could probably press charges), jumping on m/n during the middle of the night (and getting mistaken for a walker 😵), 'sharing' a piece of chocolate m/n brought him (the busted lip took two weeks to heal)

• but he takes it all in relative stride, and thinks m/n has some underlying psychological issues that need to be addressed.

• chris thinks m/n should have just killed the other three so it could just be the two of them. he hates sharing the readers attention with literally anything and anyone. but he's not exactly in a position to get rid of them, as the most injured out of the bunch.

• whilst he starts off as just possessive, as he gets more mobile and more obsessed with the darling, he becomes overwhelmingly violent. towards the others, towards the darling. he can't stand being rejected, and whilst the other three kind of just laugh the readers blatant disgust with their advances off, chris won't stand for it.

• "do you think your better than me?" chris jumps to the worst conclusions when m/n won't lay next to him, ect. you're planning on abandoning me just like my dad did, you're just using me to find your family, you're a sadistic piece of shit. he swings between shyly and violently affectionate, leaving m/n on the edge.

• out of all of them, chris is the quickest to go full-blown yandere. like brandon he becomes abhorrently possessive of m/n, knowing that there are probably better options out there for him.

• the only thing that keeps them, or chris and brandon, from killing everyone else in the group, is the knowledge that they have an advantage in numbers. brandon is well aware m/n could probably kill him 1 v 1 but 4 v 1 and m/n's chances of escaping are pretty slim.

• but just because they have silently agreed not to kill each other does not mean they have an active agreement. sure if they catch m/n trying to escape they'll break his arm but does anyone have a specific day they get to spend with him and is there any official relationship between m/n and any of them? not that m/n knows of.

• but it's not like any of them take no for an answer, no matter how many times they come onto him and get wrecked rejected they just go back stronger the next time. as a bunch of hormonal young men in the middle of mexico with no one else in sight the reader is kind of fucked here.

• now is the reader in any particular danger with this group? just a lil bit. nowhere near as much as other survivors they come across are. doesn't matter if m/n is compassionate and offers to take them in, he'll find them as walkers in the barn the next day.

• BUT on the brightside when it comes to decision making for the groups well being, you, dear reader, have the final say. they reluctantly recognise that they owe their livelihood to the reader for knowing a questionable amount of survival knowledge.

[chrisodonline]

'9-1-1: Nashville' Info Recap

I was really hoping we'd get more info today on additional cast members, but don't seem to have it. I admit, I was refreshing different sites between work tasks (shhh, but really, I do enough extra hours, it's fine), to see updates. (This is a non-commentary post, but i will do an untagged one after.)

So, what we know so far:

Timeslot: Thursdays, 9PM/8PM Central (That's my time! Gotta rep!)

Chris is the lead and has an Executive Producer credit.

Other announced cast: Jessica Capshaw, Kimberly Williams Paisley, and Leann Rimes

[possessionisamyth]

Reasons to Love Ada Wong:

-Outstanding Intelligence: As seen in damnation, re4, and re6, Ada knows how to remain one step ahead. She knew the BSAA lie would fall through so she could get into the facility to access what she really needed. She immediately adjusted her plan in re4 to make her helping Leon out of tight fits appear as inconsequential tasks while she went towards her goal. She immediately figured out the "Simmons" calling her wasn't Simmons at all. She's not someone you can outsmart easily.

-Excellent Self-Preservation: Gotta look out for #1 baby, and Ada is the best embodiment of that. RE is packed with enough martyrs who will give up their entire lives "fighting for the cause". This girl is there to get her paycheck and get the fuck out so she can live her life, and I respect it. I hope she charges triple for overtime and extra hassle. We should all be doing that.

-Plays The System Like A Fiddle: Ada says fuck cops. Ada says fuck the government. Ada says fuck corporations. As long as what they're doing won't pull her into a long standing cross fire, she will work for the money they offer, but she'll go where she pleases once she's done. Is that really any different than people in real life looking for a better job when leaving an old, shitty one? I don't think it is.

-Has only one weakness: Ada knows her limits. She knows when she can save someone and when she can't. She knows when to let something lie and when to go for it. Leon is her only weakness, but everyone else she can take or leave unless they prove they'll have value for her work. If Leon died, she'd retire or go back to being ultra capable, so kill him Capcom.

-Impeccable fashion: Ignoring the dragon lady take with og re4 dress, Ada's other outfits are fire. Red is a wonderful color on her because it hides the blood, and also she's so hot.

-Emotionally Unavailable: She is the only RE woman who is not seen sincerely comforting a man or comforting a child(re2/re2r doesn't count because she's acting). This is extremely refreshing. Yes, she is the sexy femme fatale, but does she comfort Leon? No. Does she baby Sherry when she saves her? No. This isn't a moral failing. She's just not that into you, and it's not a flaw. It's an underutilized character trait with women especially.

-Hookshot User: I don't know about the people younger than me, but this was the coolest tool for people to use in cartoons when I was a kid. It's the closest a normal human can get to being Spiderman, and that automatically puts a character on the Best Design list in my opinion.

-High-risk High-reward Thinker: Working with B.O.Ws in any capacity means you're somewhat of a gambler. What does Chris get from going into enemy territory to arrest some guy? Paperwork. What does Jill get from saving Chris' life? Brainwashed into a killing machine and made blonde(the worst fate bestowed upon women). Leon fights for his country. Ew. Gross. You know what Ada gets going into death ridden zones? Her bag. Her check. Her money, and it's actually worth it.

-Espionage S-Rank: The international arrest warrant is going to make things a little more difficult, but Ada's made her career around going under the radar to get in and out of high security areas. She gets the gear, the guns, and plays her role with finesse. Her intel gathering skills must be impeccable to achieve this.

Quick Bullet Points:

Not a eugenicist. (Wesker is.)

Doesn't experiment on corpses. (Heisenberg does this.)

No god-complex. (Wesker has this.)

Against child labor? (Heisenberg wants a baby gun.)

Doesn't make viruses that kill people. Only gets paid to move them around. (Unlike some people.)

Thinks Leon is pathetic, but likes him anyway even if he's a lil ugly. Which is so nice of her. (❤️)

So there's my comprehensive list I said I'd make weeks ago but am just now getting to. If anyone has anything else to add feel free to do so in the replies. If you're here to be an Ada hater, you'll get blocked.

[the-techie-talks]

Daredevil Born Again: A New Chapter for the Man Without Fear

Daredevil Born Again represents a new era for the Man Without Fear. By bringing the character into the MCU, Marvel Studios has the opportunity to elevate Daredevil to new heights while staying true to the elements that made the Netflix series so beloved. For fans, the series is a chance to revisit a character who has become a symbol of resilience and hope, and to see him take his place among Marvel's greatest heroes.

As production continues and more details emerge, the anticipation for Daredevil Born Again will only grow. Whether you're a longtime fan of the Netflix series or a newcomer to the world of Hell's Kitchen, one thing is certain: Daredevil's return is a cause for celebration, and the best is yet to come.

The Creative Team Behind the Series

Marvel Studios has assembled a talented team to bring Daredevil: Born Again to life. While the original Netflix series was praised for its showrunners and writers, the new series will be helmed by Matt Corman and Chris Ord, known for their work on Covert Affairs. Their involvement suggests a fresh perspective while maintaining the show's signature blend of action, drama, and character-driven storytelling.

Additionally, the series will benefit from the resources and creative vision of Marvel Studios, which has a proven track record of delivering high-quality content. With Kevin Feige overseeing the project, fans can expect a seamless integration of Daredevil into the larger MCU, while still preserving the gritty, street-level tone that sets the character apart.

The Impact on the MCU

Daredevil Born Again is more than just a revival of a fan-favorite series; it's a significant addition to the MCU's Phase 5 and beyond. The show has the potential to bridge the gap between the grounded, street-level stories of Hell's Kitchen and the larger-than-life cosmic adventures of the Avengers. Daredevil's involvement in the MCU opens the door for new storytelling possibilities, such as:

The Street-Level Avengers: With characters like Echo, Moon Knight, and potentially the Punisher joining the MCU, Daredevil: Born Again could lay the groundwork for a street-level Avengers team. This would provide a refreshing contrast to the cosmic and magical elements of the MCU, offering a more grounded perspective on heroism.

The Legal Side of the MCU: Matt Murdock's dual identity as a lawyer and a vigilante offers a unique opportunity to explore the legal ramifications of superhero activities. The series could delve into the ethical dilemmas faced by superheroes and the impact of their actions on society.

Kingpin as a Major MCU Villain: Vincent D'Onofrio's Kingpin has the potential to become a Thanos-level threat in the MCU. His cunning intellect, vast resources, and ruthless ambition make him a formidable adversary not just for Daredevil, but for the entire Marvel universe.

Fan Expectations and Speculations

The announcement of Daredevil: Born Again has sparked a wave of excitement and speculation among fans. Social media platforms are abuzz with theories about the plot, characters, and potential crossovers. Some of the most popular fan theories include:

The Return of Bullseye: Wilson Bethel's portrayal of Benjamin Poindexter, aka Bullseye, was one of the highlights of Daredevil Season 3. Fans are hopeful that he will return as a fully realized version of the iconic villain.

The Introduction of Elektra: Elodie Yung's Elektra was a fan-favorite character in the Netflix series. Her return could add an extra layer of complexity to Matt Murdock's story, especially given their tumultuous relationship.

The Defenders Reunion: With Daredevil joining the MCU, fans are eager to see the return of other Defenders, such as Jessica Jones, Luke Cage, and Iron Fist. A reunion of these characters would be a dream come true for many.

Conclusion

Daredevil Born Again is shaping up to be one of the most anticipated Marvel projects in recent years. With its compelling characters, rich storytelling, and integration into the MCU, the series has the potential to redefine what a superhero show can be. For Charlie Cox's Matt Murdock, this is more than just a comeback—it's a chance to inspire a new generation of fans and solidify his place as one of Marvel's most iconic heroes.

As we await more news and a release date, one thing is clear: the Man Without Fear is back, and his journey is just beginning. Whether he's fighting crime in the shadows of Hell's Kitchen or standing alongside Earth's Mightiest Heroes, Daredevil's story is far from over. Daredevil: Born Again is not just a title—it's a promise of redemption, resilience, and the enduring power of hope.

[gastronomasonoma]

Yes! They Do Fly! At the best “elevation” at Cochon Tasting Bar in Sonoma, that is!

On a warm sunny day, a wine country experience awaits at the Cochon Tasting Bar in the town of Sonoma, in the Sonoma Court mini mall at the end of Vine Alley, literally only a few steps from the historic plaza.

With summer almost here, a glass of 2020 Les Bulles Blanc de Blancs Sparkling Brut is crisp and refreshing. It has a subtle fragrant aroma and when served with a special pairing, it is certainly a delight upon the taste buds.

Cochon offers an array of different food pairings that coincide with the season and the wines offered. Selecting a cheese & charcuterie board is a good choice, if you’re a cheese and cured meats fan.

The Cheese & Charcuterie board of Manchego, Laura Chenel Goat Cheese, Quince Paste, Fig Jam, Sarta Chorizo, Jamón Serrano, Olives & Marcona Almonds was scrumptious. Cochon has plenty of seating inside and out. On warm days, sitting outside is very enjoyable, especially since the entire Vine Ally-Sonoma Court complex lends itself to a European-style al fresco experience.

Located at the back edge of Vine Alley, Cochon has ample space for guests almost to itself, making it ideal for small gatherings and little parties.

An important thing to keep in mind, wine tasting and curated food pairing isn’t to be rushed. It to be savored and thoroughly enjoyed. The ambiance and staff at Cochon makes everyone feel at home, with the choicest of everything.

All the wine at Cochon is excellent as is the service. It’s exceptional!

With regards to the wine, a project called “élevé” is one example of what makes Cochon wines distinctive. Which as Cochon’s Director of Sales & Marketing, Carlo Centretto explained. “The word ‘élevé’ basically means high-elevated, some of the best varieties of wine we have are from local vineyards that are elevated above the valley floor.”

“So, take the 2019 Cabernet Sauvignon, for example,” he said pointing to the menu and wine list. “It’s from Crouse Vineyard, located in the Mount Veeder AVA of Napa Valley. Sourcing Cabernet Sauvignon from exposed, high elevation vineyards such as the Crouse Vineyard, gives low yields, subtle fruit character, and wines of more distinction.

Mt. Veeder is an appellation northward of downtown Napa amid the Mayacama mountain range up and off of Redwood Road.

Designed as an American Viticulture area, Mt. Veeder has been the growing spot/birth place of some of Northern California’s best wines. Many of the plateau areas that have grape vines are planted in a rich soil that contains volcanic elements.

This along with the steepness of the angles of many of the plateaus provides better water drainage and direct angled sunlight.

According to some health studies, the lower the alcohol content, the fewer the calories. Yet for Cochon it is about flavor. Also, it’s noted, regardless, of what type of wine is consumed, moderation is important. And since it takes so much time and effort to produce a quality wine, enjoying it, sipping it slow is what makes the wine country experience memorable.

Centretto and staff like, Sean Lirette and Chris Sawyer, take extra time and care to ensure that the food that is paired works well with the wine. Even something simple as the crackers is considered. “A simple cracker often is best so not to interfere with the flavor of the wine,” said Centretto. “Yet we have gluten-free varieties of crackers if it’s requested,” he said.

Anything that Centretto and staff can do to help make the experience better is what Cochon aims for. While at the moment, Cochon doesn’t serve any desserts, a delicious cup of Espresso is available.

“No syrupy or iced coffee drinks, just a traditional and authentic espresso, cappuccino or caffè latte,” said Centretto. Definitely an “elevated” experience, even for the most discerning of foodies and wine connoisseurs, Cochon Wine Tasting is open 7-days a week from 11:am to 6:00 pm. For more information call 707 934-8157. Or visit the website.

[atryoshka]

ok just finished my s6 rewatch (also rewatched the 2nd half of s5 bc im still feeling insane) AND NOW I CAN FINALLY WATCH THE AVAILABLE S7 EPISODES

i initially stopped watching after s6 bc that ending was such a joke so i wasnt planning on seeing s7 anytime soon unless there was a good reason (WHICH THERE IS NOW LOL). Was just gonna wait for it to finish airing and see if there were any buddie crumbs with no expectation of fox having the balls to make them canon fr.

After seeing the bi buck kiss scene that I came across on twt, I've been avoiding s7 spoilers so I can watch the new eps with fresh eyes.

All I know is some vague stuff like the name of the guy is tommy, apparently he's a good friend of eddie and buck feels left out, and something about a heart circled on a calendar?? Idk the details (ive been quickly scrolling past unfamiliar gifsets and s7 episode tags lmao) so im really excited to see everything in context and watching how this all plays out.

a quick rant since im all refreshed from the mini rewatch

It's honestly so wild to see how far this show has come. I didn't even know it switched from fox to abc until after the kiss spoilers were everywhere so im extra hype to see how that will make a difference in the relationship dynamics.

With fox, the emotional scenes with the high stake rescues, character drama, and team dynamics were always good, but when it came to Buck and Eddie's romantic relationships with women, it started feeling really forced and out of place the longer the show went on.

And in a noticeably odd homophobic way too.

It gave the vibe of just pairing them with women they either, didn't have much chemistry with, or with who they were not on the same emotional wavelength just to have them in a relationship with a woman. I never liked how rushed and cringy the meet-cute's felt, or the huge emotional disconnect while they spoke about being in love. Like it never felt like they were actually in love with who they were seeing.

Eddie dating out of obligation, family/peer pressure, or for Chris' sake to the point he feels like it's all a performance, never being able to truly trust/open up emotionally to any of them, overthinking, being so emotionally distant and critical, he ends up sabotaging the relationship anyway. Buck dating and having sex with just about any girl who shows him even a scrap of care regardless of compatibility bc he desperately wants to be accepted and validate his existence, wearing his huge heart on his sleeve, being too much too soon, molding himself into whoever he thinks they expect him to be, and eventually watching them walk away after clinging too hard.

It was honestly baffling to see when the relationship buddie had with each other clearly overshadowed what was going on with w.e girlfriend they had at the time. They were effortlessly meeting each other's emotional needs so well that the women they dated essentially ended up feeling like afterthoughts. Everything you'd expect they'd get from a healthy romantic relationship with the women they were paired with, including the ups and downs of an engaging romantic development, they instead got with each other.

It was to the point that I legit thought fox was trolling us in s6 with Marisol and Natalia.

On that note, I will say that Eddie's eventual choice to take a chance on Marisol felt slightly more organic than buck's choice to date Natalia with their non-existent chemistry, but it still felt really out of place.

Bobby was literally just telling Eddie how he wasn't looking for anything with Athena at first, how their relationship developed naturally from her offering him emotional support during a low point, to him inviting her to church to pray, to eventually taking her to dinner after they clicked. Then, we have Bobby comparing that to how Eddie got with Shannon at 14 in a similar light, emphasizing that Eddie wasn't trying to "make it happen" either.

But that's what makes Eddie asking Marisol out like he did so strange.

Like yeah, it did sort of fit in the theme of just "letting it happen" naturally, but since it was compared to how Eddie got with Shannon like it was a positive thing (which given their history of getting married bc she got pregnant, ending with resentment on both sides, it really wasn't) the parallel falls flat. Earlier in the season, Chim even called out how unromantic Eddie's proposal to Shannon was, like it was nothing, and the others even poke fun at him not even being the one to pursue her in the first place, like he didn't care either way.

So after all that, it almost feels like he's dating Marisol just bc he happened to run into her at the hardware store and she gave him a DIY recommendation with a smile. Because next thing you know, he's suddenly agonizing for days about asking her out on a date? What?? Why?? The emotional disconnect between how Bobby and Athena got together and Eddie just deciding to date her bc she's nice, even though there was no kind of emotional build up, had me reeling.

And don't even get me started on the second hand embarrassment I felt watching how Buck and Natalia started to date. It really did feel like a joke with the whole "she sees me" thing when there was literally nothing about their interactions to indicate that was true at all. Like how can anyone take that seriously after the kind of shallow conversations they had? Especially after they showed her walking out on Buck after barely scarping the surface of what his chaotic life entailed.

Even when she came back to apologize, it felt hollow since nothing in how she reacted to Buck's chaotic life changed from the last time she was there, she still looked ready to run again while simply handing over a towel and calling an ambulance so Buck could help deliver a baby. Buck seemed even more stressed after she showed up and it was like pulling teeth to get her to help him, even saying that he's just doing his job.

Honestly, nothing against her because it's completely valid for her to feel overwhelmed by everything she was thrown into. She barely knows him and there's already so much to unpack about his life. She came into this bc a cute guy with an interesting story about being stuck by lightning asked her out and she was intrigued, which is completely fair. But the point I'm trying to make is that they just aren't compatible, and she was/is not remotely ready to take that all on. I could def write a whole analysis on that if anyone wants but writing it all here would end up as 5000 word essay lmao

But getting back on track, I've been watching 911 since s3 started airing and fox's confusing writing for Buck and Eddie's female love interests always rubbed me the wrong way. It stood out even more esp since the other m/f relationships like Chim/Maddie and Bobby/Athena were written with so much care and believable development. Unless fox was planning the best kind of endgame slowburn by writing buddie's other romantic relationships to be so severely lacking in order to highlight how compatible buddie is in comparison (highly doubtful since it's fox) it really made no sense.

So yeah, abc taking over and already making changes that properly reflect buck's journey of self discovery, taking into account how experiences shaped him, and showing his emotional development has me shaking in relief and excitement!! Gonna start s7e1 now!

BI BUCK AND BUDDIE DRAMA HERE I COME

im shaking

like im just sitting here with watery eyes and staring in disbelief

it really happened after all this time

idk what to do with myself rn lmao like im so tempted to rewatch the whole series from the start again like a madwoman

might just go from s6 for now and save the full rewatch for after this season airs but godddddd im just???

BUCK IS BI

[hoodie-prince-kid-archived]

Agh it feels SO nice having someone take a genuine interest in my character while roleplaying with them. For people who follow Postghost's blog you'll have noticed there's an rp going on lately, and this writer is just so nice and has even draw Postghost several times without me asking like ??? thank you ????? I missed my characters getting this kind of attention and I'm just. So many serotonins from this oh my gosh

[burnthatbridge]

hiii! i was wondering if you know any good buddie fics where they don’t know eachother yet/where they meet somewhere else than the firehouse? even better if they aren’t firefighters?

Hey 😊

Initially, I thought I was going to have to say I wasn’t the person to ask. Because I’ve always thought of myself as someone who prefers them already to know one another in fic (because I’m a sucker for when they’re already basically married best friends and they’re desperately pining for each other). But then I started thinking about it and was like, well, there’s this fic. And that one. And also that other one. Oh! And what about… You get the gist.

So, uh, here’s, like, ten that I absolutely love 💖

see you later (and love you just a little more) by @hattalove

i.e. trapped in an elevator meet cute See, the thing I think I won’t like about first meetings, especially in short fic, is that it won’t feel reasonable for them to feel how I want them to feel about one another in such a short space of time. But this is Kris’, so of course there’s some kind of sorcery in here that makes it incredible and the epitome of reasonable for me to be in love with this.

and we can stay all day by @trippedandfell

i.e. buck is a zoologist and both eddie and i are obsessed with him Social media shenanigans, Buck spouting animal facts and wearing a hat, Chris at the zoo with Buck and Eddie. What more could you want?

you were a stranger in my phonebook I was acting like I knew by @buddienights

i.e. ta eddie student buck I’m surprised I didn’t break my phone with how compulsively I refreshed tumblr when this was releasing serially on here.

Breathe by @kitkatpancakestack

i.e. eddie and chris summer in california and buck is a surf instructor Please, I love this fic so much. Everyone has different jobs in this and it’s so great to see the firefam as still that, even without the fire aspect. Also, super atmospheric – you can practically hear and smell the ocean!

Keep the Evenings Long by @littlespoonevan

i.e. technically eddie’s a firefighter but buck’s a bartender at a bar that is prone to 911 call-outs I adored this – so much fun! This is a Coyote Ugly AU and I haven’t actually seen the movie, but I watched the related scene linked to in the fic notes for context and now I want to watch it! But this works so well for buddie, and bar owner Athena was A+++.

The Truth of Love (Amas Veritas) by @littlespoonevan

i.e. another au of a movie i haven’t seen (practical magic) 

This is so good! I love the magic elements, I love Buck’s relationships with Maddie and with Bobby, and I extra love Eddie as Detective Diaz in this. 

Like Any Unloved Thing by @hmslusitania

i.e. the perfect halloween fic feat. private detective eddie and sort-of-a-ghost buck 

I am sold on anything ghosty, but this exceeded my wildest expectations. And this is also a super atmospheric one, so its perfect for Halloween (or when you wish it was Halloween!).

Let My Ink Stain Your Pages by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels

i.e. castle au that i completed (unlike the show…)

Fabulous! You may have picked up on a trend now, but Detective Diaz my beloved.

Your Fingerprints Smeared on My Heart (Lead Me Back to You) by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels

i.e. reincarnated soulmate cowboys

You’ve probably already read this one, but if you haven’t, you absolutely should. In part of this they are firefighters and have had their canon meeting, but I still think it counts as alternate first meeting and different jobs given the other part. And even if it didn’t you still should read it. Or read it again, if you already have. 

Bonus:

a bleeding sun on a silver screen by @hoediaz

i.e. actors au that i haven’t read but i will Okay, so, I’m cheating by including this one. But I know it’s going to be incredible. I’m vibrating just thinking about how good it’s going to be. So, yeah, preemptively having it on this list.

I know there are others I’ve read that aren't coming to mind right now (please forgive me – my new job has me head empty as soon as I get home), and that there will be others that I haven’t read. So if anyone knows any that fit the request, please leave them in a comment!

[alj4890]

Hi, I have a request. Take as long as you need, or just delete if you don't find it appealing, but...

I'd love a fic in the early days of Tobias & Chris's relationship. They're public now and very much in love, but he witnesses a tender moment between her and Ethan... how does he react?

🤣 I was actually working through a fic along these lines for one of my kiss prompts. Your request came at the best time to help me finish this 😊 Hope you like it 😘

Thirty Kisses in Thirty Days Challenge with the prompt: a passionate kiss ending in ripped clothing.

@jerzwriter @hopelessromantic1352 @trappedinfanfiction @twinkleallnight @tessa-liam @kyra75

Masterlist

Visceral Reaction

At a coffee shop not too far from Edenbrook...

"Hello, Doctor." Chris tapped Ethan on his shoulder.

He turned around with a start then slowly smirked at her. "What are you doing here?"

"I need coffee." She replied.

"So you decided to come all the way down here on your day off." He rolled his eyes. "Surely you've got a coffee maker at home."

Chris nudged him forward when the line moved. "Yes, I have a coffee maker at home, but this place makes the best pumpkin spice lattes."

Ethan winced.

"What?" Chris demanded.

"I can't believe you're going to ruin coffee with a fad." He grumbled.

"A fad? Pumpkin spice is not a fad!"

"Yes, it is." He argued.

"You are such a coffee snob!" She exclaimed. "I can't believe that the man who introduced me to the espresso romano is going to stand here and deride my love for pumpkin flavors in coffee."

"Lemon is a natural additive that is used to diffuse the bitterness of the espresso." He reminded her. "It does nothing but make the coffee refreshing."

He placed his order along with her typical pumpkin spice latte. While still arguing with her, he paid for both their drinks and guided her towards an empty table.

Chris sat down caddy cornered from him so she could watch the door for Tobias. Her gray eyes narrowed playfully on Ethan's blue.

"Are you actually going to sit there and say that the spices used to make pumpkin spice are unnatural? Because I would like to point out that cinnamon, nutmeg, ginger, and cloves can be found in many people's gardens."

Ethan leaned forward, eyes locked onto hers. His smile grew over how passionate she could get when defending her arguments for something completely ridiculous.

"No. I am going to sit here and say that your addiction to those particular spices is unnatural." He gestured towards her cup. "No one should ingest as much of those as you do."

She burst into laughter while playfully shoving his shoulder for bringing up her need for all things pumpkin spice.

"You know," her eyes sparkled with her humor, "researchers at John Hopkins did a study not too long ago on why people like me love pumpkin spice desserts and drinks."

"Really?" Ethan relaxed back in his chair. "I'll bite. Why do people like you fall so hard each year for a scam of charging an extra dollar or two for some spices you could add at home yourself?"

She snorted, propping her head on her hand while looking up at him. "As you well know, Dr. Ramsey; smell particles are able to travel to the back of our nasal passages and activate our smell receptors when eating."

Ethan merely lifted an eyebrow in response.

Chris grinned at him. "And the parts of the brain that process odor are very close to the parts of the brain that process memory information."

"So this is all about triggering happy memories?" He concluded. "That's why you drink this poor excuse for coffee by the gallon?"

"I work with you, Ethan." She teased. "Pumpkin spice is the only thing saving you daily from my temper."

She winked at him. "If I were you, I'd get down on my knees tonight to thank God for giving you this spice for protection."

Ethan snorted, fighting back a smile. He hadn't realized he needed something like her humor to help diffuse the tension he was currently under.

"How's work going?" She asked, sipping her coffee.

"Well, for the most part." He replied.

Chris noticed the dark look that passed over his face. There was only one thing that she knew of that could cause that particular expression.

"Have you talked to your father recently?"

Ethan averted his eyes from hers.

"Yes. He keeps calling."

"About your mother?" She carefully prodded.

He nodded, eyes narrowing upon his coffee without really seeing it. His mind was a jumble of memories and lingering bitterness. It was both distracting and disconcerting that his parent whom he hadn't seen in over twenty years was trying to get back into his life. If she was causing these types of problems now, how much more trouble would she be if he allowed her into his life again?

His eyes shot down to the sight of his hand being held by Chris. Her thumb brushed over his knuckles as she squeezed it in silent understanding.

Ethan swallowed before looking up at her. There was no pity that he could detect in her facial expression, only a sense of friendly concern. Without words, she was letting him know that she was fully on his side and would support him no matter what he decided to do about his mother.

He gripped her hand in gratitude.

****************

Tobias could only stare at the sight of his girlfriend at first laughing, talking, and playfully touching a man she not only worked closely with but also had quite the romantic history.

For some reason, their conversation took a dramatic shift from humor to being serious. Now, the two were holding hands while gazing at one another in silence.

Chris shared recently that she thought she and Ethan had found a new way forward in friendship. Tobias was happy that they had, especially since they worked together. He couldn't begin to imagine how awkward it must have been for the two of them. It was one of the many reasons why he never dated anyone that worked at Mass Kenmore. He needed work to be as stress-free as possible.

I had no idea that their friendship was THIS close.

He prided himself on never being jealous. At least he hadn't been before in previous relationships, or whatever his brief flings could be considered as. But, something about seeing Chris be herself, her fun sweet self, with someone like Ethan made his heart nearly stop.

Tobias knew Chris was his as well as her love and affection belonging to him.

If she still wanted Ethan, she'd never have agreed to go out with me.

He reminded himself that fact a few more times as he made his way over to their table.

Still though, why is she here with Ethan?

After all, she'd been the one to insist they meet here before going to see a matinee.

Was it so she could see Ethan or to get that coffee she talks about all the time, he wondered.

Chris noticed Tobias first. Her smile turned more tender just at the sight of him while she let go of Ethan's hand.

"Hey." Tobias greeted them both with a forced smile.

It took a lot of focus to keep it firmly in place.

Chris reached over and took his hand, tugging him down to greet him with her usual kiss.

That action went a long way to reassure him that all was still well between them.

Though he did still wonder at the closeness between her and Ethan.

He couldn't help but be worried. He trusted Chris and knew she would never cheat on him with another man. But...this was Ethan. He'd been the one man she'd waited over a year on in the hopes to be able to be with him.

"What are you two up to?" Tobias attempted to sound casual as he sat down next to her.

"Nothing much." Chris kept her hand in his. "Ethan and I were having our usual debate over coffee."

"Oh?" Tobias looked curiously back and forth between them.

The subject of coffee doesn't require all the little touches, smiles, or absolute attention, does it? Nor does it turn heartfelt later on.

"You need to tell him the truth." Ethan rolled his eyes at Tobias. "What we were really discussing--"

Here we go. Tobias braced himself.

"Is Chris's addiction."

Tobias sat there an extra second to absorb that statement.

"You mean her pumpkin spice addiction?" He asked.

"You told Ethan about your theory, didn't you?" Chris wagged a finger in warning at Tobias. "I knew you two would give me trouble one day."

Ethan chuckled. He was grateful that Chris was keeping the last of their conversation between the two of them. Though he was on his way to being close friends with Tobias again, he wasn't quite ready to share what was going on with his mother with anyone else at the moment.

He noticed the time and got to his feet. "I've got some lab results that should be finished by now. I'll see you in a couple of days."

Chris waved goodbye then focused on her date.

Tobias summoned his typical smirk for her before she could ask if something was wrong.

"What time does the movie start?" She asked.

"In about an hour."

Her smile turned flirty. "An hour, hmm? I think between the two of us, we can find a way to pass the time."

That wasn't a bad idea. He actually needed a little more proof that everything was still the same between them. What better way to do so than taking Chris somewhere more private?

"Come on." He laced his fingers with hers as he got to his feet. "Let's find a place without people."

Chris nearly tripped in her haste to follow him outside.

The sun was shining a little too brightly for what he had in mind. Tobias looked about the busy street, seeing nothing conducive to finding a spot where they could be alone.

He glanced down at her bemused face then led her towards where he'd parked. He opened the passenger door and instead of letting Chris get in, he sat down and moved the seat as far back as it could go.

His lips curved when he looked up at her.

"Care to join me?" He asked, reclining the seat the rest of the way down.

Chris laughed at his not so veiled hint of how they should spend their free time. Without a second thought, she settled on top of him.

Once the door was shut, the two attempted to get a little more comfortable.

"This is nice." She murmured, placing kisses along his stubbled jawline.

"Yes, it is." His hands moved along her back.

He needed more of her. His lips found hers in a heated kiss. His tongue slipped through her parted lips to seek her own. Her moans filled the air as she restlessly moved against him, needing more of his touch.

Tobias was determined to drive her crazy. He wasn't certain where this desperate need to do so came from. All he knew was he felt it the moment he stepped into that coffee shop and saw her with Ethan.

When I saw them holding hands...

His hands slid under her sweater to seek out all the spots that made her go wild. Chris broke away from his kiss. Her breaths hitched with every touch he lavished upon her mixed with how he kissed her neck.

The cramped space made every motion turn into an almost teasing sensation. It gave just enough friction to work them up but not enough to satisfy. The dark tinted windows fogged up, giving them all the privacy they needed to take things further.

Tobias became almost frantic to begin getting Chris out of her clothes. He gripped the bottom of her sweater and jerked it up. In his haste, he didn't realize that it had gotten snagged on the door handle.

A ripping sound rent the air making the two pause.

"How bad is it?" Chris asked, twisting around to see the damage.

"Bad." He muttered.

He could tell that the tear in her sweater went halfway up her back. Tobias was in utter disbelief that he'd allowed his jealousy to get to the point where he was actually ripping her clothes off just to prove that all was right between them.

Chris turned back towards him, mouth crashing against his for a long, deep kiss. Something about having him that eager to be with her made her desire for him quadruple.

Tobias moaned her name when she broke away to slowly begin unbuttoning his shirt.

Her gray eyes, stormy with desire, caught his attention.

"Since I can't go to the movies now," she teased, sliding her body against his in a sensual rhythm, "you'll have to keep me entertained for the next few hours."

His smirk flashed as he tried to catch his breath. Seeing her flushed from their kisses went a long way in giving him back his confidence.

"Just the next few hours?" His hands began their delicious torment to her sensitive skin once more. "That's all you need?"

Chris arched into his touch. Her lips curved as she gazed down at him.

"Not even close." She replied. "But it'll be a good start."

[kthynes]

oh so romantical?

pairing: chris evans x fem!reader

request: Chris is a romantic guy and the reader isn't. But what if she surprises him with a romantic movie night with his favorite food and drink. 😭😭 - anon

warnings: some course language. This is another bout of fluff and the teeth rotting kind.

a/n: I'm truly loving these requests that I've been getting as of late. They're super cute and keep me inspired to write - so thanks for the lovely request nonnie!

Taglist: @patzammit @mrs-djokovic - if you wish to be added to this list lemme know

The timer of all proportionate disasters goes off right as you set up the Netflix cue. Dodger immediately barks for your attention and you get it. You suck at being the romantically inclined partner. You don't think twice to do these things, not that it ever comes easy for you.

"Ahhh.” You’re flustered, dropping the clicker and then shuffling over to the kitchen that awaits for your next mess. “Alexa, play Lovers Jive."

"Playing Lovers Jive on Spotify." The first tune is befittingly his favorite, My Girl by the Temptations.

"Okay Dodger here’s the plan. You listening?” The pup howls and then cleverly tilts his head. He’s been trotting by your side all day, being a lending ear and a pillar of moral support.

“Your daddy and I are going to have a nice home cooked meal and then have some dessert, watch a movie or two — his choice of course and then cuddle, talk, I’ll give him—“ You falter. Dodger's ears perk up and he becomes knowingly weary as his beady little eyes look at you. “And you, I’ll give you both head rubs. It’ll be perfect.”

Dodger barks with agreement. So that’s that then.

From what you know, it's slated that Chris will be having an 18 hour work day. He had left at the crack of dawn, peppering you with some text updates in between and then leaving you to go about your day. It's unimaginable that he works the way he works which is why you decide to treat him with all his favorites.

As the 18th hour approaches you take a good look at your spread and conjure up the nights festivities which becomes plentiful.

There’s a wide array of candies, gummies and sweets set on the island along with his favorite meal - a gorgeously stuffed manicotti that sits in a deep baking dish with rich aromas that fill the air.

You don't make it the way his mama does but it does come close. Truthfully speaking, it's one of your best cooked meals that Chris has been asking (practically begging) for you to make but with work you never got the chance to, until now that is.

With the soused sauciness of a good manicotti, you also took the liberty of running down to the local liquor store to grab some Sam Adams and a couple IPAs because you remember how much Chris enjoys the light refreshment of having those as well.

You were essentially trying to be a romantic partner. You were pulling all the stops, proving the fact that you were fully capable of reciprocating Chris's advances when your creative juices got to work, of course.

Your love definitely does not stop giving. Not one bit, not at all.

Dodger barks into the oblivion. He's on the prowl but that's because it's time, his daddy is home. The door clicks open and you draw in a deep readying breath, pulling out the manicotti to cool as Chris happily greets Dodger down the hall.

"Hey bubba." He laughs while rounding the corner with the dog bouncing by his side. "Mmm hey babe...”

Chris smells the wafting deliciousness in the air, it's a heartier smell which makes him extra happy to be home again.

“Woah what is all this?" He sees the lit tea candles that are strategically placed around the random nooks of his home along with a large vase of flowers that he was certain were not from him. "Who sent those?"

"Oh they're for you baby." You coyly mention over your shoulder and he's blown away, staggering with laughter. "From me, of course."

"You don't say. And look at that, they're red rose too, nice." Chris takes a delicate whiff of the arrangement and then slowly makes his way over to you.

Somethings up. Chris internally dissects while you pull of your over mitts with an overzealous look that could be fencing crazy if you extended the corners of your mouth up any further.

"Just how you like 'em." You wink at him. There was a time when Chris joked about wanting roses, being spoiled, wined and dined, the whole shebang. That he too and you quote "wanted to be a recipient of grand gestures."

This was it, his lucky night so to speak.

"So who am I bailing out of jail?" Chris asks while dropping the car keys on top of the counter before opening the freshly stocked fridge. He notices the different assortment of beers, he plucks one and then effortlessly cracks it open as you start plating him some food.

"Not my dad this time. Now come, sit, eat, unwind, tell me about your day." You twirl around while convincing an unconvinced Chris who's trying his hardest not to laugh at you. He's taking sips of his beer while you toss up some salad onto his plate before taking his hand and guiding him back to the dining table.

Chris was onto you.

"Okay now I see where this is going." He chuckles under his breath while taking a seat and then making you sit on his lap, warming up to the playful banter that was about to follow. "Alright I'll bite."

"First this." You point to the steaming plate of food in front of him.

"And then you?" He relays, bouncing up his knee and causing your body to jerk up a little at the tone of his quirky innuendo.

"Ha ha." You flatly laugh, sipping on your red while casually watching him take his first big and crucial bite. "I'm just trying to be... romantical?"

"Romantical?" He muffles, spearing and passing you the next bite which you lean into and graciously take.

"It's a word." You chew, swallow and wash down the remnants with more wine.

"Doubt it. Also this is fucking amazing by the way." He points his fork at the meal and you boastfully smile.

"Look I don't do this enough for you so allow me this one time will you?" You watch him clear his plate clean before giving you another second of his time. His eyes are bright, blue and satiated as he makes you look at him.

"I truly appreciate the effort." He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear as your eyes thin out with unsureness. His fingers gently brace your jaw as he leans in to give you a stern, lingering thank you peck. "I mean it. Thank you baby, this is more than expected and definitely more than enough."

"Round two?" You proposition almost immediately to this.

He chuckles. "Sure, I can eat."

Chris eyes you as you're heedlessly waltzing around the kitchen. This is domesticity, one that comes with unfamiliar territory and redolent of your relationship.

With you, Chris has always known that you were a silent giver. You'd express your love for him in inexplicable ways and that was more than enough. He wouldn't have outwardly asked for any of this but he can see that it truly meant a lot to you. You were simply trying to maladapt to his love language and Chris is every bit indebted to your diffident effort.

"Here you are." You place the plate down and Chris doesn't let you escape from his grasp, grabbing you back into him as his own little lap bunny.

"Let's eat." He suggests.

"You know, I could've easily fixed myself a plate." You're being fed like an infant by Chris who keeps you squirming and close to him. He's missed this, missed you.

"Sharing is caring. So what's on tonight's itinerary?" He takes his next bite while you swirl around your wine.

"Well after this I thought we could cuddle and watch a movie. Maybe get around to seeing that Gene Kelly: Anatomy of a Dancer docuseries."

"Oh! That's a good one." Chris rumbles with approval.

"You've seen it?"

"Countless times. Now open up." He swivels another forkful off the manicotti into your mouth as it leaves some sauce to appear on the corners of your mouth. "You'll enjoy it. It's quite virtuous of him along with his faults."

"We'll have to see." You say while masticating the rest of your meal, wiping your lips clean. "Also there's dessert!"

"You're a terrible baker hon. Please tell you didn't attempt to make that dank lemon meringue pie again." Chris stifles his laughter as you thwart him for reminding you.

"No jackass, I let the manufacturers of Starburst jellybeans take care of dessert for tonight." You huff as Chris pulls close to press a kiss against the side of your head.

"You're the best." He whispers in your hair. "And oh so romantical!"

"Ugh, here let me clear that up for you." You grab his plate before he could object so instead he shakes his head and chuckles, suavely knocking back the rest of his beer.

So the night is a big success. You and Chris spend quality time watching the docuseries before flipping over to DisneyPlus and exhausting out all the Disney movies. You both sing, banter and love your hearts out.

It becomes a renowned feeling that you both will choose to cherish as a way of tradition.