#so its evan he's looking at when he softly lets out a quiet “...amazing”

[whollyjoly]

hot in the day, hot in the night, hot as the coal coming to tread, light on your bed, here we go oh, listen whistle roll (baby the, the sun is getting low)

the bucktommy cowboy au nobody asked for part two (part one) (part three)

(song insp.)

[realityjoey]

MAGNETS (RILEY ANDERSON MC x EVAN BUCKLEY)

As the day went on, Riley’s unexpected clinginess didn’t wane. In fact, it seemed to intensify.

During their routine checks of the fire trucks, she kept finding ways to be close to Buck. She’d linger by his side, her shoulder brushing against his, or reach out to straighten the collar of his uniform unnecessarily. Buck couldn’t stop smiling, half wondering if this was some kind of dream. Usually, he was the one inventing excuses to stay close to her—now the roles had reversed, and he was loving it more than he could’ve imagined.

Hen, Chimney, and Eddie were having a field day with it, though.

As they worked, Chimney leaned over to Eddie and muttered, “How long before Buck combusts? I give it till dinner. That boy’s been walking around with that lovesick grin all day.”

Eddie chuckled, glancing over at Buck, who was standing next to Riley while she inspected a hose, her hand absentmindedly on his lower back. “I don’t know, man. I think he’s in heaven right now.”

Buck caught their looks and shot them a mock glare. “What? I can’t spend time with my girlfriend without you two acting like children?”

“Hey, we’re just amazed you haven’t melted into a puddle yet,” Hen teased, walking by with a smirk. “Usually, it’s you hanging all over her, and now you look like you won the lottery.”

“I did win the lottery,” Buck shot back, a playful grin on his face, before turning back to Riley with that soft, almost disbelieving look in his eyes. He couldn’t help it. This whole day felt like a sweet shift in their dynamic, and while it threw him off balance, it also warmed him from the inside out.

Later in the afternoon, when the station had quieted down a bit, Riley and Buck found themselves on the couch in the rec room. Riley leaned against him, her head resting comfortably on his shoulder, her fingers idly tracing patterns on his arm. The room was empty for the moment, giving them a rare slice of privacy.

Buck glanced down at her, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. “You’re sure you’re okay? I mean, not that I’m complaining, but you’ve been extra…”

“Clingy?” Riley finished for him, a soft smile tugging at her lips. She shifted slightly so she could meet his eyes. “Yeah. I guess so. I don’t know, I just… feel like I need you close today.”

Buck’s expression softened even more, and his hand found hers, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I’ll never complain about that. I like this side of you.”

Riley chuckled softly, her thumb brushing over his knuckles. “You’re usually the one who can’t keep your hands to yourself.”

“Hey, can you blame me?” Buck teased, but there was a serious note beneath his words. “I love you, Riley. I love that you’re letting me see this side of you today.”

She looked up at him, and for a moment, the air between them was heavier, filled with a quiet understanding. Buck knew Riley wasn’t the type to openly wear her heart on her sleeve, especially around the team. She was the calm and composed one, the rock that he leaned on. But today, seeing her let her guard down like this—it made him fall for her all over again.

Riley sighed softly, resting her head back on his shoulder. “You’ve always been good at showing how you feel. I admire that about you, you know?” she admitted quietly. “I’m not as good at it. But today… I just didn’t want to hide it.”

Buck kissed the top of her head, a warm sense of contentment filling him. “You never have to hide with me. I’m always here, no matter what.”

For a while, they stayed like that, wrapped up in each other, the rest of the world fading into the background. Buck’s fingers traced gentle circles on her arm, while Riley’s hand rested on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

Then the alarm rang, piercing the quiet moment with its shrill tone.

Riley pulled away reluctantly, a hint of reluctance in her eyes as they both stood up and rushed to grab their gear. The usual adrenaline of an emergency situation took over, pushing aside the softness of their moment, but the connection between them remained.

As they suited up, Hen shot Buck a quick look. “Alright, lovebirds, save it for later. We’ve got work to do.”

Buck gave her a half-smile, adjusting his helmet. “Don’t worry, Hen. I’m all business.”

Riley, already slipping into her focused mode, gave him a quick, reassuring glance before they piled into the truck, the sound of sirens soon filling the air. Despite the chaos of the job, the closeness from earlier lingered in Buck’s mind, a reminder of just how deeply they were connected.

The call ended up being a fairly routine situation—nothing the team couldn’t handle quickly. A minor fire in an apartment complex had been extinguished before they even arrived, and they spent most of the time ensuring everyone was safe and the scene was secure. As the team wrapped up, Buck found himself by Riley’s side again, watching as she helped a resident gather some personal belongings from their scorched apartment.

When she looked up and caught him staring, she shot him a small, knowing smile. “What?” she asked, amusement lacing her tone.

“Nothing,” Buck said, shaking his head, though the grin on his face told a different story. “Just thinking how lucky I am.”

“Cheesy,” Riley teased, but there was a softness in her eyes that matched his, her fingers brushing his for a brief second before they both turned back to the task at hand.

Later that evening, back at the station, things finally quieted down. Riley and Buck found themselves alone in the kitchen as the rest of the team busied themselves elsewhere. The day had slowed down, and Riley’s earlier clinginess had settled into something more familiar—a quiet, comfortable closeness between them.

Buck leaned against the counter, watching her as she prepared some tea. “So, you’re done being all over me for the day?” he asked with a teasing grin.

Riley glanced over her shoulder, her lips twitching into a smile. “Don’t get used to it. Tomorrow, you’re back to being the clingy one.”

Buck chuckled, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder. “I’m okay with that. But today was nice. I liked being the one you needed.”

Riley leaned into him, her voice soft. “You’re always the one I need, Buck. I just don’t always say it out loud.”

Buck’s heart swelled at her words, and he pressed a gentle kiss to her temple. “I know. And I’ll always be here, no matter what.”

For a long moment, they stood there in the kitchen, wrapped up in each other, the rest of the world fading into the background once again. It wasn’t about the grand gestures or the big moments; it was about the quiet, everyday ways they showed up for each other.

And today, Buck realized just how much he loved the days when Riley let her guard down, allowing herself to be vulnerable with him. It made everything between them feel even more real, more grounded.

As they stood there, holding each other in the quiet of the station, Buck knew that no matter what the day threw at them, as long as they had each other, they’d always come out stronger.

The following day, Buck was a man on a mission.

From the moment Riley woke up, she could feel the shift. It wasn’t unusual for Buck to be affectionate—far from it—but today was something else entirely. The second she opened her eyes, Buck’s arms were already around her, pulling her close, his face nuzzling into the crook of her neck.

“Morning,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep, yet there was a playful tone underneath it.

Riley smiled softly, stretching out beneath him. “Morning, Buck. Everything okay?”

“Perfect,” he responded immediately, pressing a kiss to her neck before pulling her even tighter against his chest. “I just missed you.”

Riley raised an eyebrow, glancing over at the clock. “Buck, we were literally sleeping next to each other.”

“Yeah, well,” he said, grinning against her skin, “I still missed you.”

Riley laughed, trying to roll away from him so she could get out of bed, but Buck was having none of it. His arms tightened around her waist, refusing to let her go. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, voice mock-serious.

“Getting ready for work, obviously,” Riley teased, but her words were cut off as Buck peppered kisses along her jaw, making it impossible for her to resist laughing.

“Come on, just a few more minutes,” Buck mumbled, clearly not ready to let the morning intimacy fade.

Eventually, Riley managed to escape his grasp, though Buck stayed close the entire time. As she showered, he leaned against the doorframe, chatting and making playful comments. When she was making coffee, his hands found her waist, tugging her into him every chance he got.

By the time they arrived at the station, Riley had already realized today was going to be one of those days. The ones where Buck could barely keep his hands off her—only now it was 120% more intense than usual.

They barely made it through the door before Chimney and Hen spotted them. “Oh boy, here we go again,” Hen muttered, noticing how Buck had his arm draped around Riley’s shoulders, keeping her close.

Eddie, clearly picking up on the energy, smirked. “Looks like we’re in for a clingy Buck kind of day.”

Riley shot the team an exasperated but amused look as she tried to make her way toward the kitchen, only for Buck to catch her by the wrist and pull her back into his arms. “You’re not going anywhere without me today,” he teased, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek.

Chimney let out a dramatic sigh, shaking his head. “How do you put up with him?”

Riley chuckled, leaning into Buck’s hold. “I ask myself that every day.”

Hen gave them both a playful look. “Yesterday was your turn, huh? So today it’s Buck’s?”

Buck grinned proudly, as if Hen had just validated his behavior. “Exactly! I let her have all the space she wanted yesterday. Now it’s my turn.”

Riley rolled her eyes, but there was affection in the gesture. “You did not give me space. I couldn’t even breathe without you hovering.”

“Yeah, but you loved it,” Buck teased, his hands slipping down to rest on her hips as he swayed with her slightly in place, completely ignoring the fact that they were in the middle of the station.

Eddie, who had been watching the entire exchange with an amused smirk, finally chimed in. “You know we have actual work to do today, right, Buck?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Buck waved him off, though he still didn’t let go of Riley. “Work can wait a minute. Haven’t had my full dose of Riley yet.”

Chimney raised an eyebrow. “Is there ever a time when you’ve had your full dose of Riley?”

“Never,” Buck answered confidently, pressing a quick kiss to the top of her head. “And I never will.”

Riley, who was used to Buck’s clinginess but still a little surprised by today’s level of intensity, sighed and looked up at him. “You’re gonna get sick of me eventually, you know.”

“Not possible,” Buck shot back without missing a beat.

The rest of the team was clearly enjoying the show. Chimney pretended to gag, Hen muttered something under her breath about getting a room, and Eddie just shook his head, grinning. But Buck was completely unbothered. His entire focus was on Riley, and nothing was going to change that today.

Even during their drills, Buck found ways to stay close to her. While she was suiting up, he’d “help” by adjusting her helmet even though it was perfectly fine. When they were working together on equipment checks, his fingers would brush hers every chance he got. Riley was trying to keep a straight face, but by midday, it was clear that Buck wasn’t letting up.

The teasing from the rest of the team intensified as the day went on.

During lunch, Buck sat closer than usual, his hand on Riley’s thigh under the table. Eddie, noticing the scene, leaned back in his chair, shaking his head in amusement. “So… are we just gonna pretend this is normal now?”

Chimney pointed his fork in their direction. “Hey, if this is the price we pay for not having to deal with Clingy Riley, I’ll take it.”

“Hey!” Riley shot back, though her laughter was evident in her tone. “You were all just confused yesterday. Now it’s Buck’s turn.”

“Yeah, except this is way worse,” Hen teased. “He’s practically glued to you.”

Buck, still unbothered, smirked as he leaned closer to Riley. “And you’re all jealous. Admit it.”

Eddie snorted. “Jealous of what? Being stuck with you all day?”

“Exactly,” Buck said with a grin, before pulling Riley in for a quick kiss, much to the exaggerated groans of the rest of the team.

By the time the day ended, Riley was exhausted—not from the job, but from having Buck constantly within arm’s reach. As they finally settled back at home, she turned to him, raising an eyebrow. “You do know you don’t have to make up for yesterday, right? I get it—you’re obsessed with me.”

Buck chuckled, pulling her into his lap on the couch. “I’m not making up for anything. I just like being around you. Yesterday was nice, seeing you all affectionate and soft. Made me want to return the favor.”

Riley sighed but smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck. “You don’t need a reason to be like this, Buck. I already know you can’t get enough of me.”

Buck smirked. “Damn right.”

As they settled into the quiet of their evening, Riley leaned against him, the exhaustion of the day finally catching up. And while Buck might have been 120% clingier than usual, she couldn’t deny that there was a certain comfort in knowing he’d always be this close—whether she was having a clingy day or not.

“I guess I can put up with it,” Riley murmured as she closed her eyes, letting herself relax against him.

Buck grinned, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Lucky me.”

[smutsonian]

Hello are drabble requests open? Can I ask for one where daddy Steve teaches his princess how to suck his cock?

daddy steve’s lollipop

steve rogers x female reader

summary: just daddy steve teaching his girl how to gawk gawk 3000

warnings: smut, oral sex (f and m receiving), ddlg, handjob, don’t read if you don’t like those stuff, not proofread

word count: 735

an: this was requested a long time ago, sorry for taking too long, nonnie ✌🏼

this shouldn’t even be a reminder but for those who didn’t know... stealing stories is wrong.

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Steve’s long fingers continue to pump into your tight walls as his tongue flicks over your sensitive clit, finally bringing you to climax and tremble in pleasure against his mouth and his hands. 

“Good girl…”

He presses his lips against your own before gently guiding your body in between his legs, you on your stomach, and his swollen veiny cock standing in attention right in front of your face.

You’re laid on your stomach in between Steve’s legs on the soft bed as he continues to caress your face with his huge hands, humming in delight as you look up at him with those dazed yet innocent eyes of yours.

He sees your eyes flickering towards his cock and back to him, pureness never leaving your face and he only grunts in want as his cock twitches, softly hitting your nose. Steve smiles at your giggles before brushing his thumb against your bottom lip. 

“Open those pretty lips for me, baby.” 

You nod against his touch, letting his thumb guide your lips until they’re widely opened, his thumb prodding on the insides of your mouth before pulling them away to reach for his hard cock.

“Lick it for me, baby…” He lets out an airy breath when your lips closed around his thick girth, whimpering quietly when he feels your tongue twirling around his slit.

“Fuuckk, princess!” Steve’s hand finds its way to your head, fingers entangling with your hair before pulling you away from his cock. Steve’s jaw clenches at the way your face contorted into a mixture of nervousness and confusion.

“Am I doing it wrong, daddy?” Your small voice is too quiet to be heard by a normal person but Steve’s no ordinary person.

Steve’s free hand caresses your face before he shakes his head. “You’re doing great, baby. You’re doing fucking great. You just gotta stop teasing daddy or he’ll cum right in your mouth. And daddy doesn’t wanna fill your pretty mouth with his cum for your first time. We can do that some other time…” Steve’s cock visibly jumps at the thought of his cum filling your mouth and spilling down your throat. But he reminds himself that this is your first time doing this and he’s determined to make it good for you.

“Let’s try going deeper. That okay with you, princess?” He raises an eyebrow in question before smiling when you nod eagerly at him, moaning loudly when you eagerly went back for his hard cock, bobbing your head deeper without the guidance of his hand.

“O-ooh shit, princess. Fu-uck!” Steve’s hand clenched on your hair, slightly pulling on your roots and you tried speaking around his cock which caused him to feel vibrations on his cock. 

“Emm I goowee ih raay aagii?” 

Steve’s hips jerk up, making you gag when his tip hits the back of your throat, and in no time, Steve tugs you away from him, quickly pulling you up so you’re lying on his chest.

He quickly guides your hand towards his pulsing wet cock and starts guiding it up and down his shaft.

“Am I doing it right, daddy?” You repeat your unanswered question and Steve answers you with a hungry kiss, making your hand grip his cock tighter and guiding it to stroke his cock faster.

“Yes, baby. You’re doing so good! Keep pumping daddy’s cock please, princess… please…” Steve’s whole body starts to shiver when you start to pump him faster and tighter on your own, thumb swiping at the tip and bringing him to his own climax.

“OOOHH FUCKK!” His hips jerks as white sticky liquid shoots out of his cock.

“Daddy’s cummies?” You question, watching as he closes his eyes for a second, trying to calm himself down from his high.

Steve opens his eyes to see you licking your hands that’s covered with his cum and he lets out an aggressive sigh, willing himself to not get hard at the sight.

“Yeah, princess,” he lets out a laugh before pulling you closer to him. 

“C’mere, princess. You did so good, baby! You’re amazing!” He compliments you as he showers your face with wet kisses.

“I did?!” You giddily ask, too excited to know that you gave your daddy cummies just like he always does with you.

“Mmhmm…” He smiles at you before kissing your head and resting his cheek on top of it.

“My amazing pretty princess.”

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a/n: kindaa ehh

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[forever-rogue]

hiii i have a prompt i guess? i'm making a folklore cardigan (in green lol) so maybe teaching frankie how to crochet or knit or just be homey?

We have some soft hours here!

Pairing: Frankie x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: mentions of others having a baby

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It was a dark and rainy afternoon, and for once, you had the afternoon off. It was a chilly, drizzly, mid fall day, perfect for making a cup of tea and curling up on the couch and watching television.

You opened the windows in your bedroom and living room just enough to let in the fresh air and set the kettle on stove to boil some water. Normally you’d make Frankie a cup as well, but he had to work later today, leaving you to your own devices for a few hours. Pulling out your favorite honey bee mug, gifted to you from Frankie early on in your relationship, you set the tea bag inside. You grabbed the honey, set it next to the mug, and scrolled through your phone while you waited for the water boil.

But then, you got a better idea. You ran up into the spare room, one day perhaps to be a nursery but for now it was a catchall, and pulled out your knitting supplies. You weren’t the best at the knitting, but you had a lot of fun with it, and it was a nice way to keep your hands occupied and productive, instead of just fidgeting around. You’d started a blanket a while back, when fall first hit and became to determined to make a baby blanket for Santi and his wife. They were expecting their first child soon, and you wanted them to have something special. Even if it turned out not be the greatest thing, they would know it was handmade with love.

Stepping slowly back down the stairs, you carried your basket full of needles, yarn, and the started blanket cautiously, setting them on the couch before attending to the screaming kettle.

Humming under your breath, you poured the water into the cup and topped it off with a dash of honey, stirring it all together. When you got back to the living room, you flopped onto big, soft couch and pulled a blanket over yourself before turning on the television and putting on one of your comfort shows before grabbing your supplies.

You quickly fell into an easy rhythm of knitting a few lines, taking a sip from of your warm tea, and paying attention to the show. A few times you were interrupted with the buzzing of your phone, not giving much attention to the notifications, except the ones from your husband. It seemed that today was your lucky day - he’d be coming a few hours earlier than you thought. And ever the thoughtful, loving husband, he promised to pick up dinner from your favorite restaurant on the way home. Some days you still weren’t sure how you’d lucked out with getting to call Frankie Morales your husband, but you were infinitely thankful to the universe for him. There was nothing you loved or cherished more than Frankie.

“Honey Bee?” you almost jumped in excitement at the sound of his voice as he came into the house, accompanied by the delicious smell of food. You listened to his familiar routine of taking off his boots, dropping his bag, and coming into the kitchen with a giddy smile on your face, “I’ve got dinner!”

“I’m in the living room, my love,” you called out to him as he set everything down and immediately spied you. His dark eyes were soft and his dimply smile was on display as he made his way over to you, “hi Frankie.”

“Hi honey,” he kissed the top of your head before pulling back and curiously looking at what you had gotten done during your quiet time alone, “you’ve been busy. It looks beautiful.”

“It looks like...something, I suppose,” you looked at the blanket and progress you had made, “it’s the blanket I’m working on for Santi. I want to give it to them for Christmas. It’s coming along and I figured today was the perfect opportunity.”

“Well, it will look amazing when it’s done,” he insisted with a gentle kiss to your lips, “it takes a talent to do that, and you’ve got the magic touch - trust me I know from experience...”

“Mhmm cheeky,” you joked with a groan as your cupped his face in your hands and pressed a few more gentle kisses to his lips, “I love you, Francisco.”

“I love you too, Bee,” he grinned, “I hate to interrupt, but let’s go and eat dinner. Are you hungry?”

“Starving,” you let him pull you to your feet and into his arms, “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve only been gone at work,” he chuckled as he held your hand and pulled you towards the kitchen, “can’t have missed me that much.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, Mr. Morales,” you insisted as you jumped onto of the stools as the kitchen counter and dug through the food he’d brought home, “I always miss you when you’re not with me.”

“Well, Mrs. Morales,” he grabbed some plates and handed them to you, “good thing it’s the weekend and neither of us have to work, and we can spend several long days together doing nothing.”

“I like the sound of that,” you agreed, dishing up the food, “I think, if I read the weather report correctly, it’s supposed to be cold and rainy all weekend. I think we might have to spend some time in bed.”

“Oh dear,” he pretended to be momentarily upset, “how terrible that sounds. I suppose we’ll work something out, won’t we, Honey Bee?”

“Mhmm,” you shot him a wink, “we always do.”

“I do have one favor to ask of you,” he said and took his spot next to you, “if you’re willing that is.”

“Of course,” you grinned at him, nudging his leg against yours, “anything, Frankie.”

“Will you teach me how to knit?” he was almost sheepish as a flush rose up in his cheeks, “I-I want to learn too, I think it’d be neat and it seems calming.”

“Of course,” you could barely contain your grin as you turned to him, “I would love to, Frankie. I think you’ll enjoy it too. It’s really simple, honestly. Once you get the hang of it.”

“Maybe we can work on something together,” he suggested softly, “I think it could be nice...”

“It’ll be perfect,” you agreed, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “let’s do it. If you’re lucky, I’ll even let you do a few rows in the baby blanket.”

“I like the sound of that,” he promised, “I love you...t-thanks for not thinking it’s silly.”

“I would never laugh!” you whispered softly, “I love you more than you know, Francisco.”

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[itspufflehuff]

Spidey Part3 - Sebastian Stan X Holland!Reader

Summary: Things are going great with you and Sebastian but what will happen when he has to leave to film a movie?

MATERLIST // TAGLIST

Part One| Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | 

Thank you all so much for being patient for this part three! Its not as long as part one or two but I think it is just as sweet. If you would like for me to continue this series let me know! If you have any suggestions or request for what I should do next my inbox is always open. 

I would also like to give a special thanks to @star-gazing-game​ and @not-another-fangirl​ who requested part three and always give my post so much love. Thank you both! 

Word Count: 1,648

You decided to keep things away from the media at first.

Of course Tom was the first to know, not only because Sebastian asked for his permission but because after your date you immediately called Tom to tell him. Sebastian talked to Mackie about the date. You were both so happy you needed to talk to someone.

Soon the entire marvel cast knew and surprisingly Tom wasn't the one who spilled the beans.

About a week after your fourth date with Sebastian, he got a text from Chris Hemsworth.

C.H: Congrats man! I heard about you and Y/N. I knew I saw sparks flying at comic-con.

Coincidentally you happened to be at Sebastian's apartment when he got the text. You were both laying on his couch watching a movie. He was sitting next to the arm of the sofa as you snuggled up to him resting your head on his shoulder with a blanket tossed over the both of you.

When he read the text he looked at his phone confused, "Did you tell anyone we're together?"

"Only Tom. Why?"

You felt him move, a second later his phone was in front of you, "Hemsworth? Who told him?"

Both of you immediately thought of Tom but before you texted him asking why he told everyone you decided to do some digging. You took Sebastian's phone and replied back.

Sebastian: Thank you but quick question... how did you know?

Less than a minute later he responded.

C.H: RDJ

Immediately you both texted him from Sebastian's phone. Soon you all found out who the culprit was, Mackie. Turns out he was so proud of himself for playing Cupid the night Sebastian saw you after your show he bragged Chris Evans that he helped set you two up. Then Evans mentioned it to Mark Ruffalo who then let it slip to RDJ. Of course him being Robert Downey Jr. he told everyone else.

Neither of you were mad at anyone or even upset, you were just confused about how the word got out. The both of you even though it was a bit funny. Still, you wanted it to be out of the public eye for a bit. You both loved being able to go out without paparazzi following you and trying to get a picture of Hollywood's newest couple. The entire cast was so sweet and kept everything private.

For a few months, you were lucky to have Sebastian all to yourself. After rehearsal, he would meet you at your place with food and a bag of games and movies. At the end of your shows, he would always bring you one single flower to add to your growing collection. On your days off you would spend the night at each other's apartments making pillow forts and sneaking out to the balcony to lay there and watch the stars.

Then the time came again for him to start filming Endgame. He wouldn't be gone for too long as he only had a few scenes to be in, but that didn't stop the both of you from being upset at having to part ways for a bit.

You were scheduled for a tv performance with your cast the same day Sebastian would leave to fly out to LA. He asked you to spend the night with him that way you could say your goodbyes the next day in private. Luckily you had no show to do so you went over to his apartment early in the evening to have a romantic night with your boyfriend.

When you should up he was dressed in his lazy clothes. He pulled you into his apartment, grabbed you by the waist with one hand, and with the other he shut the door before placing a loving kiss on your lips. You could feel him smiling which made your stomach bubble up with joy. He pulled away then took your bag that had your clothes for the next day, "Let me take that for you, my lady. Wait for me here." He gave you a dopey smile and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. You listened to him and stood by the door slowly taking your coat off. He came back less than a minute later still with his dopey grin he placed his hand on your lower back, "Now if you would just follow me outside my songbird."

You couldn't help but giggle at his behavior, "Hello to you too. Are you feeling well? You're acting a bit strange Seb."

His hand still rest on your back as he walked you towards his patio, "Of course I'm feeling well. What? I can't be happy to see my lovely girlfriend?" He faked being offended.

"No, of course, you can it's just-" But when he opened the door to his patio you stopped with a small gasp. There were blankets set out on the floor along with a couple of pillows. He set out a picnic basket and next to it was a small tin bucket with a bottle of wine and ice. The sun was starting to set but you saw fairy lights and candles set up.

"Surprise!"

"Seb, this is amazing." You stood there in shock. Sure he's taken you out on dates and you've had lunch/ dinner out on his patio before but he's never taken the time to set it up nice like this before.

"I want to have an amazing night with you before I have to leave for a few months." He took your hand and sat you down on the blankets with him. "So, I didn't want to ruin tonight with my horrible cooking so I got us food from the restaurant we had our first date at. It's not as romantic as a home-cooked meal but I thought it would be pretty close."

You smiled at him as you put your hand on his cheek, "This is amazing Sebastian. Thank you."

"Anything to keep my girl happy." He leaned in kissing you sweetly. When you both pulled away he rested his head on your forehead wanting to stay as close as possible.

The evening went by quicker than either of you expected. You both sat out there talking and sipping on wine for hours. Neither of you even noticed when the sun went down or when the air got colder. He noticed you beginning to shiver. Quickly he unzipped the sweater he had on placing it over your shoulders. Once you had your arms through the hole he pulled you into his embrace to keep you warm. You both sat there in the quiet for a few moments just enjoying each other's presence.

"Do you have to go tomorrow?" You turned your head to look up at him.

His eyes were closed as his head was facing up at the sky, "I wish I could stay or you could go with me." You shivered again as the cold wind blew, "Let's go inside now my songbird. I don't want you getting sick."

"I want to stay in your arms." You whined.

He chuckled, "How about we head inside we can cuddle under the blankets?"

"Do you have more wine?"

"Yes?" He said more like a question.

"Ok, let's go." You got up and headed for the door. His head dropped as he laughed.

After the both of you put everything away Sebastian took a bottle of wine from his fridge and walked you to his room hand in hand. You kicked your shoes off as he turned the lamp by his bed on. "I'm just gonna change really quick before we cuddle." You opened up the bag you brought then groaned.

"What's wrong?" Sebastian perked his head up concerned.

"I didn't bring clothes to sleep in."

He laughed walking over to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and bent down to rest his head in the crook of your neck, "It's ok you can just wear my shirt and the shorts you left the other night."

"Thank you."

He kissed your neck quickly then pulled away. As he walked over to the dresser he pulled off the shirt he was wearing and tossed it over to you.

"What?" You held the shirt up confused.

"I said you could wear my shirt."

"Yeah, but I thought you meant you would give me a new one."

He just shrugged, "You know I sleep shirtless anyway." A second later you felt another piece of fabric softly hit your head. You grabbed it seeing he just threw your shorts to you, "Thanks." You said sarcastically.

You began pulling off the shirt you were wearing to replace it with his. As soon as he saw you lift your shirt he turned. You've changed in front of him before but he always keeps his back turned to give you some privacy.

"Ok, I'm done changing." You sat on his bed as he followed suit. He grabbed the bottle of wine and began taking swigs of it then offering it to you.  For the rest of the night, you both sat on his bed drinking and talking about your horror stories of past relationships. Much to your dislike Sebastian ended up drinking more than half the bottle. He laid back on the bed and pulled you down with him. He grabbed one of his blankets then threw it over the both of you. You both laid there silently. You listened to him breathe as it looked like he was falling asleep.  

"Y/N?" He softly spoke.

"Yes, Sebastian?"

"I'm glad we met. I don't know how I survived so long without you."

You blushed, but he couldn't see it as the room was dark.

"You make me so happy Y/N. Thank you." He kissed the tip of your nose then pulled you closer to him. Soon he drifted off to sleep. You listened to his heartbeat as you thought to yourself.

I love this man so much.

[kieranfm]

𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓   ;   𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘺𝘦   ››   𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐍  +  𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍  

usually  ,  when  evan  was  found  within  arms  reach  ,  SLEEP  came  easily  .  it  was  just  about  the  only  time  he  managed  to  sleep  soundly  .  but  as  his  birthday  wound   down  &  a  night  of  celebration  turned  into  a  goodbye  .  .  .   sleep  had  been  elusive  at  worst  &  fleeting  at  best  .  &  not  even  evan  wrapped  up  in  his  arms  ,  from  the  moment  they’d  found  their  way  back  from  a  haze  of  goodbyes  ,  could  help  .  because  in  a  few  hours  ,  when  the  sun  had  begun  its  descent  ,  they’d  utter  their  LAST  goodbye  .   because  tomorrow  ,  when  they  both  woke  up  ,  they’d  be  waking  up  a  WORLD  away  from  each  other  .  time  felt  as  if  it  was  slipping  through  his  finger  & , no  matter  how  EXCITING  knowing  he  was  only  a  few  days  away  from  kicking  off  their  first  show  on  their  american  tour  ,  he’d  wanted  it  to  STOP  .  freezing  them  in  the  warm  ,  comforting  quiet  that  enveloped  them  in  the  safety  of  his  apartment  .  but  there  would  never  be  enough  time  in  the  world  .  there  would  NEVER  be  an  easy  time  to  slip  from  evan’s  warmth  &  say  GOODBYE  —  a  i’ll  be  back  with  you  in  a  month  &  a  half  .  &  as  his  alarm  pierced  the  air   ,  pulling  him  from  a  brief  moments  sleep  &  breaking  the  illusion  that  maybe  ,  just  maybe  ,  the  morning  would  NEVER  come  ,  the  ache  festering  in  the  pit  of  his  stomach  seeped  up  into  his  chest  .  he  lingered  for  as  long  as  he  could  ,  fingers  lingering  in  soothing  lines  against  her  skin  as  whispered  words  were  muffled  against  wild  curls  ;  good  morning  .  .  .  go  back  to  sleep  .  .  .  only  one  of  us  has  t’  get  up  now  .  .  .  i’ll  get  more  done  wit’out  you  .  .  . you  stay  ,  get  some  more  sleep  .  .  .  i’ll  still  be  here  when  you  wake  up  .  but  eventually  ,  he  had  to  move  .  because  today  was  one  day  he  COULDN’T  be  late  .  &  with  a  bag  still  to  pack .  .  .  giving  into  evan’s  attempts  at  coaxing  him  back  ,  he  couldn’t  .  so  ,  finally  ,  he  slipped  from  the  warmth  of  their  bed  with  one  final  kiss  pressed  against  her  forehead  .  but  even  as  he  somehow  managed  to  figure  out  just  how  to  fit  his  life  for  the  next  month  &  a  half  into  a  suitcase  ,  his  gaze  — his  attention  still  lingered  upon  the  girl  with  wild  curls  he  couldn’t  figure  out  how  to  bring  with  him  without  risking  putting  her  dream  on  the  line  .  because  just  like  last  night  ,  he  wanted  to  savour  every  last  moment  he  could  with  her  .  time  ,  however  ,  stops  for  no  one  .  &  as  the  sun  reached  its  peak  kieran  stepped  over  the  threshold  of  his  apartment ,  his  front  door  clicking  locked  behind  him  ,  for  the  last  time  .  it  was  a  WEIRD  feeling  .  knowing  he  wouldn’t  be  back  until  a  month  &  a  half  had  passed  .   knowing  what  lay  ahead  of  him  .  knowing  the  ANTICIPATION  he’d  felt  for  it  since  it  had  first  been  given  as  something  that  was  an  option  .  knowing  the  ACHE  that  weighed  down  his  chest  for  what  he  was  leaving  behind  for  it  .  .  . how  could  he  be  so  EXCITED  for  something  but  be  DREADING  it  at  the  same  time ?  it  was  contradicting  .  he  KNEW  they'd  be  okay  .  they’d  survived  the  distance  between  them  from  galway  to  manchester  .  they'd  survived  the  distance  between  them  from  manchester  to  london  .  surely  after  everything  they’d  been  through  ,  &  their  future  already  a  promise  kieran  had  EVERY  intention  of  fulfilling  ,  a  month  & a  half  was  NOTHING  in  the  grand  scheme  of  things  .  but  that  didn't  make  it  any  easier  to  even  untangle  his  fingers  from  evan’s  as  they  joined  the  three  other  boys  ,  mikey  ,  nora  ,  & liv  at  the  departures  gate .  

NO  goodbye  was  easy  .  &  at  the  sight  of  tears  upon  nora & liv’s  cheeks  ,  he  could  feel  the  beginning  of  a  lump  forming  in  his  throat  .  he  imagined  it  was  going  to  be ten  times  worse  saying  goodbye  to  EVAN  .  he  loved  his  mam’  &  sister  —  more  than  anything  —  but  since  the  move  to  manchester  ,  calls  ,  facetimes  &  texts  had  be  the  main  form  of  communication  for  YEARS  .  he’d  miss  them  ,  he  always  missed  them  ,  but  being  away  from  them  had  gotten  easier  .  especially  now  he  knew  they  were  both  SAFE  .  &  the  tears  in  nora’s  eyes  were  more  from  PRIDE  than  anything  else  .  made  clear  by  the  gesture  of   gentle  hands  pressing  against  his  cheeks  as  she  finally  receded  from  a  tight  hug  as  she  uttered  ,  “  you  look  after  yourself   you  hear  me  .  i  know  you're  a  big  rockstar  now  but  it  doesn't  mean  you  have  t’  act  like  one  — -  ”  kieran  let  out  a  quiet  laugh  as  his  head  nodded  gently  in  her  hold  ,  “  i’ll  try  not  t’  let  t’e  fame  get  t'  my  head  ,  promise  .  ”   a  teary  smile  spread  across  nora's  lips  ,  “ i  believe  you  .  you’ve  always  been  a  good  boy  &  you’ve  grown  into  a  good  man  .  .  . i’m  so  proud  of  you  ,  a leanbh  .  i  can’t  wait  t’  hear  all  about  it  ,  i  love  you  .  ”  a  soft  smile  spread  across  his  lips  as  he  pulled  her  in  for  one  last  hug  ,  “  i  love  you  .  ”  &  as  nora  drifted  from  him  towards  mikey  ,  liv  lingered  at  the  side  .  fingers  interlocked  in  front  of  her  in  a  turn  of  twisting  fingers  .  teeth  worrying  at   her  bottom  lip  .  but  as  kieran's  gaze  flittered  over  to  her  ,  his  shoulder  tilting  in  a  small  shrug  ,  it  was  all  it  took  for  her  to  cross  the  small  space  between  them  &  wrap  her  arms  around  his  waist  .  a  gesture  he  quickly  followed  as  he  enveloped  her  into  a  tight  hug  .  “  i’ll  call  you  every  night  alright  ?  ”  hands  moved  in  a  soothing  manner  against  her  back  as  he  pressed  a  kiss  against  the  top  of  liv's  head  .  a  rumble  of  laughter  slipped  from  his  lips  as  liv  murmured  a  barely  audible  response  into  his  chest  .  “  hey  now  ,   i’ll  'ave  time  .  i  always  ‘ave  time  for  you  — never  forget  t’at  .  ”  liv  pulled  away  from  him  just  enough  to  lift  the  heel  of  her  palm  up  to  brush  tears  from  her  cheeks  ,  “  text  when  you  land  ?  ”  kieran  nodded  as  a  smile  pulled  at  his  lips  ,  his  pointer  finger  curling  to  tap  lightly  beneath  her  chin  before  tapping  the  tip  of  her  nose  ,  “  ‘course  .  don't  need  you  t’inking  my  plane’s  gone  down  .  ”  liv’s  features  scrunched  as  she  hugged  him  again  ,  “  don't  even  joke  about  t'at .  ”  the  smile  upon  kieran's  lips  grew  further  as  he  pressed  another  kiss  to  the  top  of  her  head  ,  “  i'll  be  fine  ,  promise  .   ”  &  as  he  spoke  ,  his  eyes  flittered  over  to  where  evan  stood  with  three  boys   he’d  be  spending  the  next  month  &  a  half  with  in  a  too  small  tour  bus  &  endless  hotel  rooms  .  “  t’ere  is  one  t'ing  i  need  you  t’  do  for  me  t’ough  .  ”  liv  shifted  back  just  enough  to  look  up  at  kieran  .  &  as  her  eyes  followed  his  gaze  to  settle  on  evan  ,  her  head  begun  to  nod  softly  .  a  knowing  look  crossing  over  her  features  as  she  glanced  back  up  at  him  .  he  didn’t  need  to  ask  the  question  .  “  i  can  do  t'at  .  she’ll  be  okay  . ”  &  as  liv’s  lips  curved  into  a  gentle  reassuring  smile  ,  she  pulled  away  slowly  before  nudging  him  in  evan's  direction  .  “  go  on  —  you  can’t  put  it  off  forever  .  ”  she  was  right  .  there  were  no  more  distractions  .   no  more  avoiding  .   time  had  finally  caught  up  to  them  .  taking  in  a  deep  steadying  breath  kieran  lifted  a  hand  to  ruffle  the  top  of  liv's  head  before  he  parted  ways  .  

his  fist  pressed  into  his  opposite  palm  as  he  walked  towards  the  four  people  that  had  ALWAYS  been  there  .  three  were  coming  with  him  but  ONE  was  staying  behind  .  the  one  that  just  so  happened  to  be  the  one  he  wanted  to  share  something  as  AMAZING  as  an  american  tour  with  the  most  .  she’d  been  right  last  night  .  just  because  it  wouldn’t  be  the  same  without  her  didn’t  mean  it  was  going  to  be  BAD  .  he  knew  it  was  going  to  be  incredible  .  it  was  part  of  the  reason  why  he  did  all  this  .  to  feel  the  rush  as  he  stepped  out  on  stage  with  a  guitar  in  his  hand  &  a  crowd  that  knew  every  single  word  of  the  songs  he’d  written  .  it  was  what  he  was  MEANT  to  do  .  but  that  knowledge  didn’t  make  leaving  her  easier  .  that  knowledge  wouldn’t  make  saying  goodbye  easier  .  &  as  he  approached  & conan  caught  his  eye  ,  that  goodbye  was  only  moments  away  .  the  lump  in  his  throat  was  hard  to  swallow  .  a  gentle  nod  was  all  it  took  from  kieran  for  conan  to  tug  at  ruairi’s  shirt  ,  “  alright  —  t’at’s  enough  ya  bloody  softie  .  you’ll  see  her  again  in  a  mont’  &  a  half  .  we’re  not  leaving  her  forever  —  sadly  .  ”  but  even  the  teasing  nature  lingering  upon  conan’s  features  as  he  glanced  at  evan  was  tainted   by  a  goodbye  they  were  all  struggling  with  in  their  own  ways  .  because  even  if  evan  believed  that  they’d  be  here  without  her  .  .  .  she  was  an  integral  part  .  an  integral  part  of  not  only  the  found  ,  but  THEM  .  the  five  of  them  .  they’d  been  friends  long  before  they’d  ever  been  a  band  &  no  matter  WHAT  happened  ,  they  always  would  be  .  kieran  lingered  at  the  side  as  adam  had  to  aid  in  towing  a  clueless  ruairi  away  .  but  as  kieran  watched  conan  gesture  between  them  before  pointing  back  to  kieran  &  evan  ,  ruairi  seemed  to  finally  click  .  leaving  JUST  the  two  of  them  to  find  their  way  back  together  just  like  always  .  kieran  swallowed  as  his  gaze  drifted  from  the  three  boys & towards  evan  .  he  really  didn’t  know  HOW  he  was  going  to  say  goodbye  to  her  .  but  somehow  ,  a soft  smile  managed  to  find  its  way  upon  his  features  as  he  spoke  ,  “  hey  ,  you  .  ”  carefully  he  reached  out  for  her  ,  fingers  catching  at  hers  as  he  began  to  draw  her  in  .  “  t’ink  you  can  manage  one  more  for  your  favourite  frontman  ?  ”  he  tried  to  keep  his  voice  light  as  his  gaze  flittered  over  her  ,  “  or  ‘ave  you  decided  t’  make  it  offical  &  become  a  groupie  once  &  for  all  —  t’ere's  still  time  &  i  don’t  mind  sharing  a  seat  .  ”  

[rebelcap]

We are not just friends —Part 6

Chris Evans x bi!latina!character (Sofia is a people of color, she's brown.)

Chris and Sofia meet when their best friends started dating, it all started at friends with loads of bumps on the road.

Warnings: drinking, smoking, drug use (weed), assault, Chris being Steve Rogers, commitment issues, my girl Sofia kinda messy, lots of fucking (eventually)

This is slow burn at its best, at least emotionally.

Series masterlist

Part 1 — Part 2 — Part 3 — Part 4 — Part 5

6. Stay.

Chris's brain was barely functioning as they kissed, slowly. Her lips were soft and gentle against his, she was sucking and licking his lips as Chris caress her neck and slide his hand slowly to her lower back. Sofia grabbed his wrist and pulled his down under, to get a hold of her ass and Chris smiled.

“Damn, Sof—” He whispered as he kissed her neck and pull her close, sliding his leg between hers. She gasped when she felt that sweet friction on her pussy, that only encourage Chris more as he moved his hand under her shirt and lifted it, planting kisses on her belly as he goes up.

He's abruptly interrupted as Sofia pushed him off and she quickly straddles him as she planted a firm kiss on his lips. His hands go to her hips making her feel how hard he already was.

“Fuck,” She mumbles against his lips and Chris took that as a cue and moved her against him again, now she fully set down on his clothed dick rubbing her pussy alongside. Chris sat down pushing her further down as he kissed her again, Sofia began moving her hips as she used his shoulder as leverage to move.

The friction was enough to get her going and Chris was kissing her neck, rubbing his beard and holding her close.

“You're so fucking warm,” Sofía said as he pushed her hands under his shirt, feeling his muscles tense as she moans softly at Chris's ear. Chris was about to take off her shirt as an annoying ringtone started blasting from her forgotten hoddie.

“Shit,” Sofía exclaimed as she reached for the hoodie.

“Do you have to get that?” Chris asked as she tried to fish out her phone, never stooping to plant kisses on her neck.

“It's Ron,” She said triumph as she slides her finger and put the thing on her ear. “Hey boss, ” She answered as she played with Chris's hair, dischaved it more.

Chris felt like he was on a cloud, feeling beyond intoxicated as she touched him so lightly. He kept trying to take her shirt off and she swats him shaking her head.

“But-” Chris tried to argue and she mm-uhm at the phone and leans on to kiss him fully on the lips.

“Yeah, sure. I'll be there. I might take a little bit because I'm not on the hotel-yeah, sure. Alright, I'll take a few samples and meet you there.” She said smiling through her voice as she hung up. Sofia let out a sigh and look down at Chris that had to lay down to the grass. “I have to go.”

“You're kidd-wait!” Sofía was quickly on her feet as he almost couldn't move, his dick was painfully hard. “Sof!” He sat down and saw her sliding inside of her jacket and put her backpack on. She walked back inside and kissed him but on the cheek, which took Chris by surprise.

“See you,” She smiled casually, ruffled his hair, and before Chris could even answer she was out.

“Stay,” Chris Whispered as he laid back to the grass and palmed his dick. “Fuck.”

~~

"What the fuck?!” Sofía muttered angrily at herself as she wiped her cellphone and quickly texted her Jiminy Cricket.

I heavily make out with Chris, thoughts?.

Before she could even pocket her phone it rings to like.

“He—

“Fucking finally!.”

“No, Mandy. I never meant it to do that, he was talking about her ex and fucked up shit people do to him and he said he trusted me and I kissed him!” Sofía stressed herself as she tells what happened. “I almost fuck him if it wasn't that Ron called!”

“Then why did you kiss him?” Mandy asked as she shushed someone, it was probably Luke.

“I don't know!” She shouted as she crossed the street and wave down a taxi. “What I'm supposed to do now?,” Sofía asked as she gets in and quickly told the driver the address of the hotel.

“What if I ruined a perfect friendship?, because you know I adore that idiot.”

“Sofía, you need to talk about it then.”

“No fucking way.”

“Are you going to avoid Chris?”

“Fuck yes, until I can look him on the face again. Oh my God!, why I'm such a hoe?, Why I'm like this?” Sofía covers her face as the driver cleared his throat.

“Sof, don't avoid him. Chris is your friend, not some guy…” Amanda told her making her curse under her breath.

“Yes, I know that—I'll a with it later.”

Later, much much later. The meeting went more than amazing, Ron had managed to seal a deal with a bar that was a household of LA, this was a big step in the right direction.

“You did well today, kid. I'm proud of you.” Ron grabbed her shoulder and give it a warm squeeze making Sofía smile.

“Thanks, Ron, it means a lot.”

Ron smiled back at her and keep on chatting with the bar people, the place was packed but she had managed to be on a place that was kind of quiet and her beer kept getting warmer by the second.

“You need a refill?” The barmaid asked her and she nods a few times giving her back the glass. “You okay?” She asked putting back the full pint in front of her.

“I guess,” Sofia sigh and put both elbows on the counter bar. “I kissed one of my closest friends and he kissed me back and now I'm confused as fuck.”

She laughs but understood. “You like him?”

“Yes, besides that he's freaking captain America—” She laughed. “He's great, awesome and we had so much fun together. I've known him for a year now our best friends date each other.”

“So, there's been pressure?”

“You've got no idea, we mostly laugh and joke about it—he was with someone until a couple of months but he slept with her recently and he's avoiding her and I'd kiss him and he kissed me back and if it wasn't that I'd have to come here we were going to sleep together.”

“Alright, you two obviously like each other of any of that wouldn't have happened.”

“Guess so.”

“That doesn't leave much room for thinking, girl.” She wiped the counter and Sofía just hummed.

Her phone started ringing and it was Mandy calling her.

“Hey babe, what's up?”

“Hello, gorg, where you at?”

“I'm still on the bar—”

“I know but where?”

“On the last stall of the bar—why you want to know?” Sofía asked sipping her beer and heard mumble over the phone.

“Just asking for a friend—”

“Mandy no.”

“Mandy yes, you'll thank me later I know, I love yoooooou.” She sings over the phone and Sofía hung up and grunted and started to drink her beer.

“Shit.” Sofía gulped and drank the rest of her beer on one go and asked the barmaid for something stronger—she was going to need it.

“Yeah, I see her. thanks, bro, yeah yeah.” Chris spoke making his way through the crowd of the bar, it wasn't many people. He could easily see her on the back of the bar, chugging down the rest of the beer.

“Sofi,” He spoke sitting on the stall beside her. Sofía gives him a quick look and bites her bottom lip. “You run on me,” Chris said with a smile, seeing her acting this shy was… endearing.

“Yes, I know.” She hummed and nod a few times, still looking forward and made a face. “Sorry, I didn't mean that to happen—I mean, you know. Dude—I don't want you to think that—Chris, fuck. I'm sorry, I don't want to fuck up what we have.” Sofía stumbles over her words, not really knowing what to say because she didn't even know what to think about it. One thing she was sure was that she absolutely didn't want to lose Chris over anything.

“You don't fuck up nothing, sweetheart.” Chris quickly assure her. “Trust me, it's everything alright but we do have to talk about it—

“Chris—

“No, we'll talk about it.” He interrupted, sternly. Sofia sigh and nod a few times as she kept an eye on her boss.

“We can't, my boss is there and there are people and I'm trying to prolong this not talking. So, maybe back at the hotel?”

Chris laughed and Sofia covered her face with her hands, half embarrassed and half smiling. Couldn't help to feel relief that Chris wasn't giving her shit about it, it makes sense what she was saying.

“Alright,” He bows his head to then look back at her, smiling like a freaking ray of sun. “Don't panic, Sof—

“I'm not, It's just—I like you, I really like you, dude. I don't want to fuck this shit up.”

“Baby—it's not,” Chris quickly interrupted shaking his head. “I like you, in all honestly I've wanted to kiss you since I saw you at the bar.”

“Chris… really?”

“Yeah, you kidding me?” He laughed hiding his face under his hat, he was blushing. Sofía laughed and pull his cap down.

“Idiot.” She mutters biting her lip and looked around, at least no one seems to notice him. “I should go to see if Ron needs any help, you wanna stay or…

“I honestly prefer to be alone with you, I can't kiss you here.” He shrugged and Sofía rolled her eyes.

“Christopher.” He laughed again.

“Alright, alright—” He raised his hands and rub his beard. “I'll go to the hotel, okay?”

Sofía nods a few times and he laughs, making her laugh.

“What are we doing!?” She exclaimed putting both hands on her face, embarrassed. Chris couldn't help but hug her, placing a kiss on top of her head.

“We'll figure it out.”

~~

Well shit, finally.

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Chapter Five: Whole Lotta Woman

Would You Call That Love

Pairing: Chris Evans x Raina Morrison (OC)

Rating: PG to PG-13 (Might be 18+ for some chapters)

Description: There was always one person Chris Evans tended to turn to when he was not in a committed relationship, Raina Morrison. He could confide in her about things going on in his life that he did not feel comfortable talking to his family or close friends about. Chris and Raina were able to establish a way to communicate with one another openly but also being respectful of the other’s time and needs. It was the only constant “relationship” he had, but without all the nonsense of trying to build a life together. A “friends with benefits” situation. However, what happens when Chris starts rethinking his “relationship” with Raina and if either is willing to pursue something more?

Chapter Rating: PG

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,536

Author’s Note: We are back in the present time. There are major confessions in this chapter. 

Feedback is always welcomed. If you want to be tagged, please let me know.

Sadly, I do not know Chris Evans or anyone in his family and this is just a fictional take on his life. I do not permit this fic to be reposted on other platforms.

Updated for grammar and punctuation edits.

To say that Raina did an amazing job as Satine at the opening night of Moulin Rouge on Broadway would be an understatement. According to the reviews, she was fabulous, outstanding, mesmerizing, and captivating in the role. However, Raina could not bask too much in the glory of her rave reviews since she was too preoccupied with what happened at last night’s afterparty.

“Oh sweetheart, you were perfection. Absolutely stunning. I cried so many times throughout the show,” Lisa admitted as she hugged Raina.

“I cried too. It took everything in me to not shout, ‘That’s my boo!’” Scott revealed and added, “Fabulous job. It is going to be hard for others to live up to role after you have put your stamp on it.”

“Thank you both so much for coming. It really means a lot,” Raina expressed her gratitude to both Scott and Lisa. “Where’s Chris? He didn’t leave yet, did he?”

“No, he just had to make a pit stop to the bathroom,” Scott reassured her.

 After making the rounds and taking pictures with the cast, Raina finally found Chris. He was hanging off to the side in a corner, preoccupied with his phone. 

“Hey, you,” Raina spoke to get his attention. “Why are you hiding out over here?”

“Hey. I’m not hiding,” Chris answered as he put his phone back in his pocket. He immediately pulled Raina in for a hug and kissed her on her cheek. “I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you, Chris. I am so happy you are here,” Raina replied. Neither pulled from each other’s embrace. He knew it was what Raina needed to help her relax and be present in the moment. 

As Chris continued to hold Raina, he came to the full realization that this is what he wanted for the rest of his life: to be with Raina. “I love you,” Chris whispered in her ear and turned his head to look into her eyes. “I’m in love with you, Raina. I have been for a long time.”

Raina was at a loss for words. She could not believe Chris admitted something personal at that moment. But she could not deny her feelings as well. She embraced Chris tightly and leaned into his ear. “I love you to Christopher. Like, in wholeheartedly in love with you. I have been for a long time,” Raina expressed honestly. She could not hide the smile on her face, and neither could Chris. He leaned in to give Raina a soft kiss on the lips. He did not care if anyone saw. He was no longer going to suppress his love for the woman before him. 

Before Raina could return the kiss, a loud voice interrupted the moment. 

“Oh my God!” Scott yelled and immediately walked over to Chris and Raina. “I saw the whole thing. It was beautiful. I might cry, but I’ll hold it together. Is this for real?”

“You were over there,” Raina said as she pointed to the other side of the room. “There is no way you could have known what Chris and I were talking about. Let alone hear us.”

“Uh…hello, I can read lips pretty damn well. Plus, you two are so wound up for each other that one of you would explode and reveal everything. It just sucks Ma missed the moment. Speaking of Ma…she now owes me twenty bucks,” Scott replied as he looked around for Lisa.

“What? You and Ma had a bet going on?” Chris asked, baffled by the possibility. 

“Yeah. We had a bet on when during the trip which one would say I love you first. I bet on Chris saying it tonight. Ma put her money on when you went to Raina’s apartment after dinner last night,” Scott shared.

“Well, technically, that happened,” Raina said, but then clarified when Scott raised his eyebrow at her, “I mean when he left, I said to myself, ‘I love you too, Chris. More than you realize’. So, if that is acceptable, then Lisa won the bet.”

“No! That isn’t acceptable. The bet was to say it face-to-face. Not after the person left the room,” Scott clarified while stomping his foot in annoyance. 

Chris sighed at his little brother’s antics. “Okay, Scott, you win. Just cool your jets when telling Ma, alright? Don’t create a scene.”

Scott scoffed at his brother and made a turn to leave but caught sight of Lisa. “Ma! You owe me twenty bucks! It finally happened!” he exclaimed, rushing over to her.

“Jesus Christ. Do you want to get out of here?” Chris asked.

“Yes. Just let me say my goodbyes, then we can head out and go back to my place.”

Before Raina walked away, he softly grabbed hold of her arm and brought her back to him for a kiss on the lips. Again, Chris did not care who saw it. Heck, he did not even care if spectators posted about it on social media. He was on such a euphoric high that he was ready for the world to know he was in love with Raina Morrison. 

The intimacy between Chris and Raina went beyond sexual interactions. Their intimacy was about closeness. The two understood that being together was establishing a strong foundation and maintaining it. If Chris wanted his relationship with Raina to succeed, he understood that his past relationship habits would not work. It would be all in or nothing. Chris also knew that he would have to step up and protect Raina from scrutiny, either from his fans or media. He could no longer sit by and allow the person he was with handle any negative attention on her own. Chris promised Raina that he would commit to being by her side and defend her from any naysayers. Raina made the same promise to Chris. 

While Raina’s fans could be respectful of her relationships, they often got a little bit too protective over her wellbeing. In the early stages of her relationship with Tom, her fans were ecstatic and rooted for the newly formed couple. Many of Raina’s fans supported the couple and helped combat any negative on Twitter or Tumblr with positivity. Unfortunately, no good thing lasts forever. That was one of Raina’s biggest fear from now on; being in a relationship with Chris could end in the ultimate demise of their relationship and friendship. 

As Chris and Raina said their goodnights to Jerry, Scott, and Lisa, the two quietly left the afterparty. During the taxi drive to Raina’s apartment, where the two would settle in for the night, Chris spotted that his companion was noticeably quiet. He looked over to see Raina with her eyes close as her head rested on his arm. It was a wonderful image that the only thing stopping Chris from snapping a picture was his thoughtfulness not to disturb the peaceful woman next to him. He was happy. He felt content. He felt at ease. 

When the taxi driver finally pulled up to Raina’s apartment building, Chris gently nudge Raina awake. “We’re home. Let’s get you to bed,” said Chris as he helped Raina out of the cab and proceeded to pay the driver.

“I don’t want to go to bed yet. That cat nap helped me get my second wind for the night,” admitted Raina as she wrapped her arms around Chris and leaned in for a kiss.

“A second wind, huh?”

“And possibly a third, fourth…might even have some energy for a fifth,” Raina teased.

Chris chuckled and dipped his head to place a kiss on Raina’s cheek, then grazed her lips. 

“Well then, we better not waste any more time,” he said and walked with Raina towards the apartment building. 

While the elevator ride to Raina’s penthouse felt longer than usual, it was the excitement of finally having everything out in the open that helped ease any impatience from the two. However, the longer the elevator ride felt, the bubbling feeling of doubt started to creep its way into Chris’s mind. Now he was starting to worry about things he had no control over. This caused his anxiety to surface.

“Stop it,” Raina said to Chris.

“What?”

“I have been around you long enough to know when you are at the beginning of an anxiety attack,” she noted. There is a little voice of doubt in your head about us, isn’t there?”

Chris merely sighed and nodded. “I’m trying not to, but I can’t help but worry a little. There is so much at stake with us getting into a real relationship.”

“You’re right. There is a lot at stake, but I am willing to take those risks. You’re worth it to me, and I would kick myself if I didn’t let you know how I really feel about you. However, I would understand if you are having second thoughts…”

“I’m not!” Chris immediately interjected. “Trust me; I’m not. I want this just as much as you do.”

When the elevator finally reached the penthouse floor, Raina held out her hand for Chris. The gesture was to indicate: Are you in…or are you out?

Chris took her hand and walked with her into the apartment. He was all in.

[writingmyselfout]

Because I Could Not Stop for Death - Chapter Three

Language: English

Rating: Teen+

Pairing: Hermione Granger/Harry Potter

Tags: AU - Canon Divergence, Reptilia28′s Don’t Fear the Reaper Challenge, Manipulative Dumbledore, Black Hermione Granger, Slight Ron Weasley Bashing

Prologue 1 2

Chapter 3: Here We Are, No One Else

Summary: School shopping.

SNAPE and McGonagall wait until they are outside, standing a short ways from the steps of Gringotts but still clearly visible for anyone coming out of the doors to discuss their recent discovery.

    “Severus, if memory serves, the Potters were wealthy, were they not?” McGonagall questions, looking around for a moment as she clasps her hands behind her back.

    “Yes.” Snapes tone is bitter as he agrees. “Quite.”

    McGonagall nods her head. “As I thought. So James Potter was likely the sole heir, and would have in turn left everything to Harry. I cannot imagine he, and especially not Lily Evans -- bright girl that she was--would have been so careless as to not leave a will in case of their demise. Not with how things were back then.”

    “Highly unlikely.” Snape’s arms are crossed, eyes on the bank’s doors. “Perhaps Albus Dumbledore was who they chose, because of You-Know-Who.” Despite his words, it does not sound like the Potions Master himself believes that to be the case.

    “Could be,” McGonagall concedes. “But considering how close knit James’ group of friends were, however, I find it hard to believe though. Only one of them might have been viable in the end, but considering he was the most responsible of the lot, I can’t say I’m not confused that Remus Lupin was not named as a guardian for Harry in case the worst came to pass.”

    She pauses, seeming to consider her next words before continuing, voice a little lower. “I am concerned with Albus’s decision to not only leave Harry with Lily’s sister and her family in light of what we saw, but to not once check up on the boy in nearly ten years. At the very least, the boy has been neglected, and at worse-” She looks over at Snape, expression grim. “I shudder to think.

    “Not to speak ill of the headmaster, but I must question his motive for leaving the child alone in that situation for as long as he has.”

    “He, perhaps, was simply more optimistic about what awaited Harry in Petunia’s care,” Snape offers diplomatically. “Regardless, while he is the boy’s guardian in the wizarding world, he will have the ultimate say in various things, including access to the Potters’ will and whoever else may have been named guardian.”

    “At least not until guardianship passes to Harry’s Head of House.” McGonagall considers. “I could speak with Albus about the will, but with the term due to begin soon, it may be better to simply wait for that guardianship to transfer over.”

    Snape is quiet for a moment, before he points out, “If he is in Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw, Flitwick and Sprout will leave Harry’s guardianship in the headmaster’s hands.” It’s hard to tell whether he thinks that’s for the best or not, his tone even.

    “I think if concerns were raised regarding the boy’s upbringing, both Filius or Pomona would take a more active role than that,” McGonagall argues. “Considering both James and Lily were Gryffindor, however, I suspect I’ll have another lion.”

    “It would be in his own best interest,” Snape states flatly. “I don’t imagine he would be all that welcomed among the Slytherin fold.”

    He does not need to elaborate for her, and McGonagall says nothing, knowing that among her students, many are the offspring of parents who had remained neutral or openly sided with the dark wizard Harry is famed for bringing down. Many of those students, unfortunately, belong mostly to Slytherin. Although she tries to treat her students fairly, and most of all to separate them from whatever deeds their families may be responsible for, she can’t deny that it may be in Harry’s best interest and safety to be in any other House.

    Before their conversation can continue, they see the hulking figured of Hagrid coming out of Gringotts, with the more diminutive Harry only visible when the groundskeeper stands aside to hold the door open for the boy. The deputy headmistress lifts a hand to draw their attention.

    “That was amazing!” Harry gushes, eyes bright. “It was like riding a rollercoaster!”

    “A Muggle ride,” Snape explains at McGonagall’s raised eyebrow and glance.

    “Infernal carts,” Hagrid grumbles under his breath. “Harry’s got more ‘an enough teh get his school supplies. I’m off fer a pick-me-up in the Leaky Cauldron.”

    He starts to walk away from them, but stops at McGonagall’s stern, “Hagrid.”

    “Yes, professor?”

    “While I can’t say for certain, I do have my suspicions as to what it was that Albus had you come pick up,” she lectures. “It would be best for you to take it back to Hogwarts promptly, don’t you agree?”

    “Well, yes, but.” Hagrid shifts from one foot to the other like a schoolboy who’s been scolded, and Harry tries to stifle a grin at the sight. The big man looks back the way they came in, towards the pub at the end of the road. “It’s just one drink.”

    McGonagall sighs. “Fine, but I shall accompany you until you leave. For my own peace of mind,” she declares. She looks over at Snape and Harry. “Harry, for your uniform requirements you’ll need to go over there to Madam Malkin’s Robes for All Occasions. Just let her know you’re starting at Hogwarts; she knows what you’ll need and get you measured.”

    “I assume you can handle that without supervision,” Snape adds. “I will get your books at Flourish and Blotts in the meantime to save time. I will get you after.”

    With that plan in place, Harry goes off to the shop he’d been directed to, a coin pouch full of more money than he’s ever had access to bouncing in a pocket. Hagrid had given him a brief rundown of the coins, and he thinks he’s got it squared away, but he’s not too worried about being overcharged. The professors had felt confident he could manage on his own for a bit, and they surely wouldn’t have if they thought he might be overcharged or cheated.

    Still, he’s nervous as he enters the shop, whose front room has some seats, but is mostly floor to ceiling bolts of fabric, with a few ready-made robes apparently for, as the shop sign declares, all occasions. Some mannequins are spread throughout, floating in the air and rotating softly to best display the styles. He stops a few steps in, hoping that the ringing of the shop bell will bring someone over as he’s not sure where to go.

    Some curtains hanging between two tall shelves of fabric are suddenly pulled aside and a smiling, squat woman dressed entirely in mauve--from the witch’s hat on her head to the bit of shoe visible just under her matching robes--comes out.

    “Another for Hogwarts?” she asks. At Harry’s quiet nod, she waves him over. “Come on, then. I’m Madam Malkin. I’ve another student back here as well.”

    Harry walks over and she leads him into the backroom of the shop. Sure enough, there’s a boy being directed to stand up on a footstool. His blonde hair is almost white and the eyes that look over at Harry as he comes over to stand on the stool next to him are light grey. Harry feels like he has seen him somewhere before, although he can’t possibly say where, and thinks it may be down to the same feeling that had come over him when he first saw his Hogwarts letter. That déjà vu feeling is becoming so familiar now, and has worked out so well for him thus far, that he doesn’t think to question it.

    “Hi,” Harry says, not waiting for the boy to greet him first. “Are you starting at Hogwarts too?” Harry belatedly realizes it might seem like a stupid question. He’s not sure if there even are other magic schools in the country. Surely in other countries, right?

    “Hello. I am.” The boy confirms in a drawl. “Mother is next door getting books while my father is over on Knockturn. She wants us to look at wands after, but I think I’ll drag them off to look at racing brooms. I don’t see why first years can’t have their own.”

    “Is it just first years who can’t?” Harry asks, interrupting. He’s stunned at the idea of actually riding a broom, like in cartoon depictions of witches, and almost launches into more questions about it but refrains, thinking he doesn’t want to yet reveal just how completely clueless he is about all things magical. This kid clearly has magical parents and has grown up with it like it’s just a normal thing.

    “Yes, just first years.” The boy confirms.

    Around them, the witch in mauve and another has each rolled out a measuring tape that, with a wave of their wands, begins to measure each boy. Harry tries not to stare, fascinated, partly because he’s instructed to hold still. While the tapes measure them, the bell at the front rings and one woman goes to the front while the other moves to the other side of the room to start rifling through a line of black robes.

    When they’ve moved away, the blonde boy leans over to Harry and adds conspiratorially, “If I can get Father to buy me a new broom, I may try to smuggle it in.”

    “Do you think they have spells for that?” Harry asks. If there’s a rule, surely they have a way to enforce it?

    “Hm, I hadn’t thought of that,” the boy admits. “Maybe.” He seems to take a better look at Harry, then holds a hand out to him. “My name’s Draco Malfoy, by the way. I’m sure you’ve heard of my family.”

    The name he’s given brings the same feeling seeing the boy had, accompanied by a certainty that he should try to be friends with this boy. Taking the hand, he admits, “Not really, sorry. I’m Harry Potter.”

    Draco’s eyes widen, but they’re both distracted by a squeak of surprise behind them. They turn to look, and the second woman is bent over, picking up the robes she dropped. She stares at Harry, eyes comically wide, before she scurries towards the front room.

    “Are you really?” Draco asks, head tilted as he takes Harry in from head to toe. The bored quality of his voice is gone, curiosity taking its place.

    “Uh, yeah,” Harry admits. “I, uh, forget that people know me.”

    Draco raises an eyebrow at that, but whatever he might have to say is kept quiet as the two women come bustling back into the room.

    “Harry Potter! I thought I might be seeing you this year,” the mauve witch exclaims delightedly. “Are the rumors true? Do you have a scar from You-Know-Who?”

    Harry blinks at the question before simply lifting his bangs, his scar clearly visible on his forehead. The three others in the room all lean in at least slightly to get a better look, but Draco is the first to straighten, feigning disinterest.

    “Wow,” Madam Malkin breathes. Uncomfortable at how long he’s being stared at, Harry lets his bangs fall back to cover the scar, and the older woman’s eyes drop to his. She smiles at him. “Well, we have to make sure you are very well dressed for your school debut, don’t we? We’ll finish up these measurements and be sure to get these to you in an hour or so, okay?”

    Harry nods and looks over at Draco, trying to think of something to talk about with the other boy. He’s momentarily at a complete loss as to what he could possibly talk about, then remembers the questions he’d asked Snape while they walked. “Uh, so what House are you hoping to get into?”

    “Slytherin,” Draco announces immediately, explaining, “All our family have been.”

    “Oh, that’s Professor Snape’s House.” Harry’s pleased to be able to display some knowledge about the school.

    “You know him?” Draco asks.

    Harry nods. “Oh, yes, he’s actually next door getting my books right now too,” he admits. “I’m here with him and Professor McGonagall. He said both my parents were in Gryffindor, so I guess that might be where I end up.”

    “Slytherin and Gryffindor are rival Houses,” Draco says in response.

    Before Harry can reply, Madam Malkin declares she’s finished. When Harry asks how much for his robes, she waves him off, declaring it’s on the house. “Least I can do for the Boy Who Lived,” she tells him proudly.

    Harry feels his face get hot with embarrassment, and he’s not sure how if he should insist he pays or if it would be rude to refuse. He’s saved from responding by them finishing with Draco, and attention being diverted to him instead as they tell him to tell his mother that his items should also be finished within the next hour or so. It makes him relax some knowing that the other boy isn’t going to have to wait longer, although he’s still uncomfortable with the obviously special treatment.

    The two head outside, and Harry picks up the conversation where they left it. “Even if we end up in different Houses, we can still be friends, right?”

    It’s the most forward he’s ever been with someone his own age. He’s never really had a friend, his classmates always opting to steer clear when it becomes obvious that he’s Dudley’s favorite target for bullying. He can’t say he blames them, understanding not wanting to be bullied, but he wishes at least one of them had been brave enough to be his friend anyway. He hopes now things will change, and he’s willing to make the effort to make new friends.

    Draco himself seems taken aback by the question, and he looks at Harry for a moment, before shrugging. “I guess so.” He doesn’t sound very convincing, but he’s not refusing outright, so Harry takes it as a win. “Mother is probably still in the bookstore,” he says, pointing at the store next door.

    “Professor Snape too,” Harry agrees. “Should we go find them?”

    Draco agrees, and the two boys make their way into the store. They’re forced to navigate between stacks of books and a number of other customers to search the store. When they find themselves next to some stairs leading up to the second story, Harry goes up three steps then stops suddenly, causing Draco to run into him. He laughs before pointing Snape out, who he just spotted, and they backtrack to make their way towards the front of the store.

    “Professor Snape!” Harry calls when he’s close enough to think the man will hear him over the din of the crowd.

    Snape looks over, spotting the boy’s waving arms in the crowd. “Mr. Potter, just in time to pay for your books.”

    “Sure thing!” Harry readily agrees, excited to be able to pay for his own things for once. “Oh, Draco, this is Professor Snape. Professor, this is Draco-”

    “Ah, yes, Lucius and Narcissa’s son.” Snape recognizes the boy immediately, his resemblance to his father striking. He’s surprised the two are together, though, and notes that his parents aren’t around. “Where are your parents?”

    “Father had an errand on Knockturn,” Draco immediately supplies, his tone respectful. “Mother is in here.” He looks out over the crowded store, and adds, “Somewhere.”

    Snape nods, assuming the boys met in Madam Malkin’s. He directs the store employee to wrap Harry’s purchases before turning to the boys. “The two of you wait outside. I will locate her and let her know you’re outside.”

    He waits for Harry’s books to be wrapped before he shrinks them down and hands them over to Harry to hold onto. Snape shoos them outside and then turns to go search for Narcissa Malfoy. He locates her fairly quickly, her slim figure and long blonde hair--only a shade or so darker than her son’s--familiar enough to him that he can recognize her quickly.

    “Narcissa.” He waits until he’s only a step or so away from her and the woman she is speaking with to say her name.

    Blue eyes look over and, raising an eyebrow, she says, “Why, Severus Snape. I can’t say I expected to see you today.”

    “I am assisting with a student,” he explains simply, not elaborating further. “Your son was looking for you; I advised him to wait out front.”

    “So you’ve met my Draco.” She smiles fondly. She bids her companion goodbye before motioning for a house elf behind her carrying a stack of books to follow her. “Thank you for letting me know. He’s certain to be in your House this year, so I do hope you’ll do me the favor of keeping a close eye on him. You know boys that age are prone to getting into trouble.”

    “It goes without saying,” Snape agrees readily. “You know I could do no less for you and Lucius.”

    Outside, Harry and Draco move away from the bookstore’s door to avoid getting in the way of customers entering or exiting. Harry decides to admit to Draco he doesn’t know much about brooms and ask him about it, which gets the other boy going into detail on what makes a good racing broom versus what makes a good Quidditch broom. When Harry asks what Quidditch is, Draco is stunned speechless for half a second, before he launches into an explanation of what the game is and the rules. He’s just starting to get into why his favorite team (the Wimbourne Wasps) are the best when McGonagall comes over.

    “Harry, where is Professor Snape?” she asks as she comes by, looking the two boys over. “And who might this be?”

    “This is Draco Malfoy, we met in the robes store,” Harry replies. “Draco, this is Professor McGonagall, she’s the Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts.” Draco greets her, and Harry answers the other question she asked. “Snape was looking for Draco’s mum in the bookstore ‘cause it’s busy.”

    “Unsurprising, considering the time of year.” She looks over at the store briefly before looking back at Harry. “Hagrid is getting you a birthday present.”

    “It’s your birthday?” Draco asks. Harry nods, blushing at the idea of someone very deliberately buying him a gift. First the clothes, and now something from the groundskeeper.

    “He doesn’t have to,” Harry mutters, embarrassed.

    McGonagall smiles at his reaction. “No, but he would like to, so it’s only polite to accept.” Snape and Mrs. Malfoy emerge from the bookstore and McGonagall lets the boys know.

    “If it’s your birthday, we should get cake,” Draco announces matter of factly.

    Without waiting for a response from Harry, he goes over to meet his mother and Snape, pointing briefly back at Harry where he stands with McGonagall. There’s a brief discussion in which Snape nods, and then he and Draco come back over to where Harry is watching them.

    “Mr. Malfoy will be joining us for lunch,” Snape informs them, “while Mrs. Malfoy finishes his school shopping.”

    The two professors and their charges make their way to one of the many cafes located in Diagon Alley. They were seated immediately despite their being decently busy, and it soon became clear Draco was the reason when the manager on duty came to greet him and ask after his parents. He seemed to sit up a little taller speaking to the man, telling him importantly that his friend Harry Potter was celebrating his birthday today and they were hoping to have a small celebratory lunch.

    As it had earlier in the day, it causes a flurry of activity, and they very clearly become the center of attention. Word spreads through the other patrons, who crane their necks to try and get a clear view, seemingly being kept from coming over by the staff. Harry is both embarrassed and amused, as his self-proclaimed new friend Draco is clearly enjoying the havoc his words have wrought. Snape grumbles under his breath, but Harry doesn’t catch it, though he does see Professor McGonagall, stifling a smile, leaning over to speak to him in a low voice the boys across from them can’t quite catch. Not that Draco seems to be paying them any real mind.

    Soon, neither is Harry. He’s too fascinated by the servers taking orders while simultaneously serving water or setting drinks from a tray down, a floating notepad and quill by their heads writing down everything being said. Trays heavily laden with food are also brought out with magic, followed closely by a server with a wand out, whose occasional flick of the wrist directs the tray to gently move to avoid other servers, patrons, and even other floating trays. Their own server makes a show of having their food fly off the tray, making elaborate turns in the air before landing softly in front of each of them, with nary a crumb falling off the plate.

    He doesn’t think he could be more impressed, until they come out with a cake for him. He doesn’t recall even seeing cake as an option on the dessert menu, so clearly they’ve either had it made or brought over specially for him. Instead of candles, little magic flames dance around the edge of the cake until it’s set down on the table. Soon after, the servers break out into a birthday song that the other patrons soon join in on and Harry’s red face doesn’t distract from the smile he’s unable to keep off his face. When they’re done singing, the little dancing flames rearrange in the air to say ‘Happy Birthday!’ and he’s directed to blow them out like he normally would.

    It’s hands down the best birthday he’s ever had.

    After lunch, Hagrid finds them and gifts Harry with a snowy white owl of his own which, he’s told, he can use to communicate with others in the wizarding world. He and Draco agree to write before the blonde goes off with Snape to meet back up with his mother. Harry in turn goes with McGonagall to continue getting the rest of his school supplies, with Hagrid tagging along.

    They go for his wand, and he’s glad to have the stern professor with him, unnerved when the old wandmaker Ollivander informs him that his wand is the brother to the one that gave him his scar. McGonagall dismisses the information, thanks Ollivander for his assistance, and outside promptly tells Harry that regardless of whether that information is true or not, he’s not to put any weight into the information. A wand, after all, is an extension of its wizard. Whether the things done with it are good or bad lies solely with the wielder. Then she marches him off to get the rest of his things and pick up his robes. Snape joins them when they reach the Apothecary, doing his own shopping. When Harry picks up a “Student’s First Potion Kit” marketed for new students, Snape scoffs loudly, takes it out of his hand, and promptly marches him over to where the fresh ingredients are, explaining that so long as he can afford fresher ingredients, they would always serve him better than any cheap kits or bundles.

    Soon, it’s time for him to go home again. He’s sure both professors are more than ready to call it a day, but Harry still finds himself wishing he could somehow prevent it from ending. His things are all put away inside his newly bought trunk, with the exception of his owl, who sits serenely in her cage. They leave through the Leaky Cauldron, Hagrid bidding Harry a good summer before heading for the bar before they make it out the door.

    It’s like emerging from a dream, Harry thinks, looking around at normal, non-magical people going about their day. No one is in robes, holding wands, or making things float or change colors or anything.

    McGonagall holds her wand out, and the Knight Bus returns once more. “I’m afraid we shall have to send you back on your own, Mr. Potter.” She directs her next comment to the conductor, an older gentleman than the one from earlier in the day. “Please see that my student gets to 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, if you please. Could you assist with his trunk? Thank you.

    “Now.” She turns back to Harry, reaching into her pocket for something. “One last thing. This is your ticket for the Hogwarts Express. It will leave promptly at eleven o’clock on September first, so please be sure you are on time with that ticket. The platform is hidden from Muggles. Go to the barrier betweens platforms nine and ten, and there you’ll walk through the barrier to reach platform nine and three-quarters.”

    Harry nods his head in understanding, slipping the envelope into his back pocket. They remind him his new owl can reach them if necessary, so he’s to write immediately if there is any trouble with the Dursleys when he gets home, though McGonagall states she’s confident that they will behave themselves from here on out. Reluctantly, he climbs into the Knight Bus, sitting at a window seat where he can see the professors one last time. He manages to wave before they are suddenly gone, and the bus lurches forward with a BANG!

Story Notes:

Chapter title is from the song "We Are Going To Be Friends" by The White Stripes. Heh.

[et-lesailes]

controversy

pairing: chris evans x reader

themes: light angst

word count: 1670

summary: dating chris evans while being a celebrity yourself, you are strongly encouraged to make choices that will benefit your public image. when chris’ latest movie tanks with the critics, your manager insists that one of these choices be breaking up with him.

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note: requested by @immajustreadwritereblog // thank you for waiting, love! i actually really liked this request because i have a lot of strong feelings and opinions on the rsdr drama and so i had a lot of muse writing this. also, to anyone reading this- if you’re like me and hate sad endings (yes i’m a hypocrite for hating them yet writing one anyways ok i know), let me know if you’d like to see a part 2 ;)

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You sighed as your eyes skimmed what felt like the thirtieth article you were receiving via text that day, too tired and upset to properly read it. Your manager was spamming you with messages, insisting you call her, but you did not have the strength. You knew everything she was going to tell you; you had been in the business long enough to know how it all worked. It was no secret that the Hollywood life was twisted underneath all of the extravagant parties, lavish mansions and penthouse homes, and exotic vacations. You and your boyfriend weren’t very caught up in that life, anyways-- the two of you were much more simple, enjoying your time in your apartment with his dog, Dodger, and taking trips to visit his family in Boston-- nothing grandiose. Unfortunately, that did not mean you could avoid the gossip, scandal, and pressure that came from being a celebrity.

“Break up with him. You can get back together with him later, when this all blows over, but you can’t afford bad publicity right now. Not with your new movie coming up.”

You’ve read the message from your manager over and over again, feeling disgusted for several reasons. Not just from her suggestion, but because of the fact that this is the life you’re associated with. You chose this life, you chose to deal with these consequences.

You closed your eyes for a few seconds before finally looking at the article more properly. “Netflix’s Red Sea Diving Resort gives Chris Evans a white savior complex,” the title blared, making your eyebrows furrow in annoyance. However, the current problem in your relationship was not because of your image potentially getting ruined due to being in a relationship with the man now surrounded by controversy.

The current problem was that ever since the movie and its negative reviews, Chris had been a different person. The man who used to be constantly smiling, joking around, and showering you with love and affection 24/7 was now far more reserved and quiet, his eyes having lost their slightly mischievous twinkle. You completely understood. As an actress, you knew how difficult it was to be passionate about a project only to have it completely tank; it was especially difficult for Chris because of how hard on himself he was. He was selective with the roles he played-- he picked the ones that stood out to him, that meant something to him rather than going for anything that would give him more fame and success. You remembered how intrigued he had been by Red Sea Diving Resort when he had first heard of the idea, you remembered how excited he was to learn of the conflict and culture and how he hoped he could bring more awareness and meaning to it on the screen. You completely understood why he would act differently, and you understood why he might be slightly distracted from your relationship.

But it had been nearly an entire month since the movie was released, and you still felt as though you hadn’t had a proper conversation with your boyfriend in the same amount of time. You were not exactly happy about this; as his girlfriend, you wanted Chris to be able to communicate with you, to be able to let you help him when he was struggling. You were understanding in the beginning, but it was becoming too much now. You did not want to break up with him for the sake of your image, but rather for the sake of your own sanity. You missed having your best friend, but if he was not going to let you be his best friend, then did you have a choice?

One more chance.

You decided you would give him one more chance. Whether you were doing this to be fair or because you couldn’t let go, you didn’t know, but you didn't want to think about it deeper.

He walked into the apartment back from the gym and you looked up, your heart already stinging. In the past, he would have come straight to you, scooping you up roughly in his arms only to playfully bounce you around and tell you something silly along the lines of, “I like using you for lifting much better than weights, baby girl!” But now, he just came over with a mumbled hello, giving you a somewhat distracted kiss on the head before going into the bedroom.

You took a deep breath, forcing yourself to be patient. Coming over to the bedroom, you asked gently, “How was the gym?”

“Hm? Oh, it was good.”

“What’d ya work on today?”

“Oh, just arms and abs. Nothing special.”

“Are you free tonight? Maybe we could go out, get dinner or ice cream or something, it’s been a while…”

“Ah, I really wish I could babe, but I’m kind of tired today. I’m probably going to call it a night pretty early. But you should go out with some friends or something, maybe see if--”

“Are you serious, Chris?”

You finally snapped, nothing but misery and annoyance in your eyes as you looked at him. He blinked, clearly more concerned now as he straightened up from where he had been lounging on the bed. “What, baby?” he asked with a frown, and you scoffed, feeling tears stinging at your eyes simply from all the built up stress and frustration from the past month. “Are you really that oblivious? You’re seriously blind to the fact that we’ve practically been nothing more than roommates these days? When’s the last time you’ve even kissed me and meant it?”

He sighed deeply, running his fingers through his hair. “Look, you know it’s nothing to do with you. I’ve just been feeling a little stressed lately. The media’s really been killing me over here, doll.”

If he had told you this a couple of weeks ago, you would have felt sympathy, but not now. “The media’s been killing you for four weeks now, Chris, and I get it. It sucks. But I’m your girlfriend, you’re allowed to vent to me about this stuff, you’re allowed to tell me how you feel! Do you really think shutting yourself in like this and keeping quiet is going to do anything? You used to be so open with me, does that need to change because of a setback?” You sat down next to him, trying to blink back tears; you hated that you cried when you were angry, it really took away from trying to take charge of the situation. “We’re actors, Chris. This kind of thing happens, you know that. And it’s awful, and it makes us feel crappy, but we’re in it together now. You’ll bounce back from this because you’re an amazing and talented actor and you have fans who know that.” You sniffed as you looked away, talking softly, “You have every right to be upset about the situation. But you had no right to toss me aside in the process.” He seemed heartbroken as he listened to you, which only hurt you even more, but you ignored it as you stood up.

“Did you know my manager’s been nagging me to dump you for the past few weeks? Because of how Red Sea Diving Resort turned out?” You scoffed bitterly as you looked away, crossing your arms over your chest. “I could never, ever break up with you for something so shallow. You mean way more to me than some dumb Rotten Tomatoes review. But this, Chris? Ignoring me, shutting me out, wallowing in your self pity-- I think these things are all pretty good reasons as to why I should listen to my manager and end it.” You knew your words were harsh, but perhaps that was what he needed. A slap in the face, like reality often dealt out.

You looked back to him. He was quiet, there was pain  in his eyes. You waited, but he did not say anything. Making a soft noise of disappointment and disgust, you turned around, going into the closet and grabbing a bag, starting to throw clothes inside. This seemed to stir something within him; he immediately stood up with wide eyes, coming over and taking hold of your shoulders. “Baby, please. No. Fuck, I-- fuck, babe, I’m sorry. I’m so, so fucking sorry. You’re completely right.” He turned you around so that you were facing him, nothing but guilt and sorrow in his blue orbs. “And I should have realized it earlier. I don’t know what got into me baby, I’ve just been so damn worked up over this, everything else slipped away…”

His apology meant a lot, but you still couldn’t help but feel betrayed from all the built up tension. “And what if it’s too late for an apology?” you whispered, looking up at him with tears in your eyes. “What if the damage has been done?”

He looked down at you, his own eyes tearing up as he shook his head. “Please. No. No, baby, don’t leave me, I’m done sulking, I’m done being a fucking baby about this. I didn’t even fucking realize how bad it was, I know that sounds dumb but I was so caught up in all of the Red Sea shit. I know that’s not an excuse, but please, please baby, forgive me..”

You took a deep breath, wiping at your eyes. “I need some time, Chris, you really hurt me over the past month. I’ve made the mistake of giving the wrong people a second chance, and I need to think about if you’re the right person.” You could feel your heart tear apart as you saw a tear roll down his cheek; standing on your tiptoes, you wiped his tears as you kissed his cheek. “I’ll call you, alright? I.. I still love you, Chris. I just need time.”

With that, you took your packed bag and walked out of the apartment, forcing yourself not to look back at the love of your life’s face.

[beermencjs]

three, too [sebastian stan, tom holland]

a repost, originally posted in my former writing blog

ship: sebastian stan x female!reader x tom holland

warnings: v-type polyamorous relationship (based only on research, forgive me if i get anything wrong), no smut; swearing, DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE AGAINST IT; edited twice so mistakes here and there

notes: definitely au, no acting related, based off on an inception fic i read once long ago

summary: sebastian stan, y/n y/l/n and tom holland. it was just the three of them. the three musketeers. the three amigos. sometimes even the three stooges. it was always just them against the world. they had no label and they don’t plan on putting one anytime soon.

ONE: Halloween Party.

“Okay, so, do we all agree on that?” You confirmed as you jotted down some notes.

“I’m in,” Sebastian said.

“Do I have to say that I am when I thought of it?” Tom shook his head. “Honestly, guys. I don’t believe you sometimes.”

You rolled your eyes. “Anyways. Han, Luke and Leia. I think we all know who’s who.”

“Obviously,” Tom chimed in.

Sebastian scoffed. “I know who Tom’s supposed to be.”

“At least you admit it.”

Days later, as you prepared to leave for your friend Chris Evans’ Halloween party, you three came out of your respective rooms and got ready to show off your outfits. You had all thought that you wouldn’t be wearing the same costume. Oh how wrong you were.

“WHAT THE FUCK!?” you all shouted in unison. “I’M HAN SOLO!”

Sebastian shook his head. “It’s so obvious I’m Han in this relationship. Mr. Fanboy there is supposed to be Luke, and Y/N, you’re the badass Leia.”

You crossed your arms in front of you “No. You’re supposed to be Leia, Seb. You’re the beautiful one. I’m obviously Han. And Tom and his fangirling ass is Luke.”

Tom held up his arms. “Hold up, hold up. I’m the coolest so I get to be Han. Y/N is Luke because she’s the star. And Seb, you’re Leia because there’s no other character left.”

“Fuck you two,” Sebastian muttered.

You looked at each other before sighing. After a quiet moment, you burst into fits of laughter.

“I guess we’re all going as Han,” Sebastian stated.

“It’ll be fun, I suppose,” you agreed.

Tom shrugged. “Chris did say that we should go as our favorite characters.”

You smiled before heading out the door and into the car.

TWO: Movie Night.

It was your usual movie-type kind of night. Their choice of film for today was Sinister 2. You loved to scare herself silly. Tom got the popcorn ready as you and Sebastian laid on the couch waiting for the movie to start.

“I’ve got the popcorn,” Tom announced as he entered the room and switched off the lights. He sat beside you nd gave you the bowl.

Sebastian took a handful of the food before leaning back on the couch. You didn’t like eating until everything started to fall into place. Tom began to eat with much gusto.

When the movie was nearing its end, it was only Tom and you who were watching. Sebastian passed out as soon as the film reached its climax. Your eyes were glued to the screen, not even bothering to look at Sebastian’s face, and you adored looking at him when he was asleep. Tom, on the other hand, though still watching the movie, kept thinking about was how he shouldn’t have eaten all the popcorn in one go.

When a jump scare appeared on the screen, you screamed, waking up Sebastian and pulling Tom away from his thoughts.

“What? What?” Sebastian jumped up to look around him. “What’s wrong?”

“I wasn’t paying attention! What happened?” Tom wondered aloud.

You shushed them. “We’re almost getting to the mystery being solved.”

Sebastian closed his eyes and sighed in relief. He leaned back on the couch and crossed his arms, watching the movie once again. Tom was torn between going back to the kitchen to get something he can munch on.

“God this movie is going to be the death of me,” you muttered.

THREE: The Three Types.

“I’m the clever one,” Tom started, “Sebastian is the cool one, and Y/N is the cute one.”

“I can’t help but agree with you there,” Sebastian said with a nod.

You rolled her eyes. “Why do I feel like I have no choice but to be the cute one.”

Tom and Sebastian looked at each other before leaning towards you to kiss your cheek, one boy per side. “Because you are the cute one,” they affirmed in unison.

You smiled and held both their hands. “I love you two.”

Sebastian tilted your face with his finger and kissed you softly. “And I love you, too.”

You then turned to Tom as it was his turn. You leaned forward and gave him a kiss as well. “Don’t forget that I love you, too,” he reminded her.

“How could I forget?” You licked your lips.

Sebastian scoffed. “Yeah, you could never.”

You looked at him and pouted. “What do you mean?”

“Your insecurities get the better of you sometimes, Y/N,” Tom said.

You frowned. “Okay. But the things that happen after are always mind-blowing.”

Both Sebastian and Tom raised their eyebrows. “True.”

You three laughed.

FOUR: Home.

You three were lying down on your bed. You had just finished another amazing night and both Sebastian and Tom were tired, sleeping on either side of you. You, however, were looking up at the ceiling, reminiscing about the time you had been abandoned by your previous polyamory relationship.

“Sorry, Y/N, we love you, we really do, but Lisa and I are just not cut out to be in this kind of relationship.”

You felt the world stopped spinning. All you could do was nod. you stood up and gathered her belongings, not bothering to say goodbye to the people you once called your home.

You let out a heavy sigh.

“Why are you still awake?” Sebastian asked you.

You oked at him. “Sorry, did I wake you?”

He smiled. “Kinda. But it’s fine. What’s on your mind?”

Tom who had been listening, threw his arm on her waist and nuzzled her cheek. “Talk to us.”

You pursed her lips. “I just remembered the time I was kicked out by Lisa and Eric.”

Sebastian hummed. “Why?”

“I was so scared to love again,” you answered. “I can be monogamous, but I have so much love in me that.... They were my home. And they shoved me away.”

Tom kissed your cheek. “We’re your home now. Okay? We’ll never leave you.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” Sebastian kissed your other cheek. “I’ve grown to love Tom. I don’t love him like you do, but…I love him, nonetheless. I’m happy with this arrangement.”

“Same here,” Tom agreed.

You sighed happily. “I’m home.”

FIVE: But wait! There’s more!

You were having some alone time in the mall. You would go inside the bookstores and the clothing stores to see if there was anything new. For snacks, you decided to stop by in a Starbucks cafe.

“Name?” the barista asked.

“Y/N,” you replied with a smile.

“Pretty name,” he said.

“Thank you.” Your smile grew wider.

About an hour later, just as you was about to finish your pie and drink, the barista from earlier asked if he could join you.

“I’m on break, mind if I sit with you?”

You thought for awhile but realized there’s no harm in doing so. “Sure.” You gestured for him to sit in front of you.

“So, Y/N, right?”

“King, correct?” You remembered seeing his nametag earlier. “Thanks for getting my name right.”

He chuckled. “I actually listen carefully to names of pretty girls.”

You pursed her lips. “I see.”

King changed the subject and before long, you two were laughing about experiences and giving advice and tips to one another.

Finally, King asked if you were in a relationship.

“Yeah,” you replied and saw his face fall. “I’m in a relationship right now.”

“I see. That guy must be really lucky.”

You giggled. “I guess they both are.”

“Both? You mean, you have two boyfriends?” His eyes widened. “Any room for a third?”

You glared. “Yes, I have two boyfriends. And no, I’m not cheating on them. We are all in a consensual relationship. And more so, no, I have no room for a third boyfriend. Especially not for someone as judgmental as you.”

“How does that even work, I mean…wait, judgmental?”

“It works for us. And you better watch the way you talk to people. I know what you were implying when you asked if I had room for a third.”

He gave a nervous laugh. “I really wasn’t implying anything, Y/N. I was just–”

You stopped him. “I am not a cheater, King. And I’m not cheap either. Goodbye.” You grabbed her bag and left.

When you arrived back in the shared apartment, you saw Sebastian and Tom playing some sort of game. They both looked up when they heard the door open. They smiled at you and immediately, you began to feel better.

Unbeknownst to you, your threesome was about to become a fivesome. You wouldn’t know it until after a few weeks. You were pregnant. And as soon as their gender could be revealed, you were overjoyed when you found out that, as luck may have it, you were expecting fraternal twins.

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Going Through Motions{7}

Title: Going Through Motions {7}***

Steve Rogers X Reader OFC Korral “Korri” Evans

Warning: Plot, Cursing, Angst, SMUTTY SMUT SMUT, NSFW

Word Count: 5.5K

Summary: You and Steve had a hot, passionate, and wild romance seven years ago when you worked with the Avengers. It was the best year of your life; you’d never felt the things you’d felt in all your life. Then out of nowhere, Steve just ended things—in a letter. A heartbreaking letter, then the world deemed him a criminal, and he disappeared. Now, you’ve moved on and have gotten engaged to rich man Marc Spector. Tony brings you back to work with the newly rebuilt Avengers that is still led by Captain America who is definitely done asking for permission and not looking for forgiveness. Or is he?

Note: So, for this fic, we are going to alter the MCU timeline a bit. This takes place after Civil War, but Infinity War has not happened yet. Steve is off the grid for seven years before he comes back. {I know that’s a long time, but let me rock please} Also, I’m going to be introing/adding in Moon Knight (Marc Spector) in just because I feel like it and I want to start exploring other Marvel characters and of course I will twist him to serve my purposes.

**Loosely Edited/Proofread

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-Korral-

  “It’s hyrolomed.” Everyone in the room looked at one another as you began your brief.

   “Hydrolomed? The virus we found in Zemo’s lab?” You nodded. “One in the same.”

   “What would she want with it?” You got up and walked to the cannister and stood behind it taking care not to touch it. while in the cannister, it was harmless but you didn’t want to risk it. This stuff was nasty.

   “According to Zemo’s research, this is a deadly geno modified virus he weaponized that has the potential to be a catastrophic world ender. His notes say he never got to the testing stages in anything but primates in an enclosed environment. Subject A became a carrier but not infected until one hundred and forty-four hours, otherwise six days. After six days subject A began became a host carrier. Upon skin contact, the virus was transmitted. The virus spread within the primates to full infection within hours. Subject A died on day seven, and the others seven days from their infection.”

   The room was quiet as everyone absorbed what you’d just said. “It’s a good thing we got it back before she got away with it,” Marc said.

 “Makes me angry she got away,” Wanda expressed. “Well that doesn’t matter, thanks to the shackles it was easy to get some blood, and we ran it through every database. We now know who she is,” Tony informed. Images filled the screens.

   “Her name is Tilda Johnson, aka Nightshade. She used to be a genius scientist but has always had a quite iffy relationship with right and wrong. She created a werewolf formula, her nifty little melt through you gloves among other little toxins. She went straight for a little while before going back to her old ways. Now she’s a mercenary for hire.”

   “Who hired her? Steve’s voice spoke up. You fought to remain aloof. “That we still don’t know.”

   Tony walked toward you and took the tablet. “We have to find out who she works for before she comes back with some friends to try to get this again. I’ve told Ross that I can keep it safer than they ever could so it will be here, and we will be watching and waiting. They will come.”

  Everyone began filing out the room. Marc walked to you and took your hand. “Are you okay?” You smiled and nodded. “Just tired.” He kissed your cheek, and you tried not to shudder. Since the night with Steve in the shower, it had become increasingly difficult to let Marc touch you. Every time he kissed you, you got flashes of your impromptu tryst when he touched your body you saw Steve’s hands when he took you to bed and rocked between your legs you relived the night with Steve. It was torture. You felt horrible. Marc didn’t deserve what you’d done to him, he was a good man, and he’d been nothing but good to you.

   “I have to fly out to Washington tonight; I have meetings for the next few days. Want to come with me?” You sighed, you wanted to say yes, but you didn’t know if you could keep things straight within yourself. You worried every time thinking you’d let something slip, either calling him Steve’s name when he brought you to your climax or imagine Steve while he was on top of you. You didn’t think you could trust yourself.  “I can’t. Unfortunately, I’m needed here. I wish I could.” Marc nodded and laced his fingers with yours. You stared at your entwined hands. It was strange two months ago all you saw was him. Two months ago you’d resigned yourself to a life with him; he was a good choice. Looking back into his face you forced yourself to not think about the part of you that had always haunted you, the part that hadn’t fully commit.

   “I understand. Promise me you’ll get some rest, and I mean actually get some rest.”  You smiled. “I promise.” Marc kissed you softly then moaned. “I’m going to miss you.” His words only made you feel worse.

   You were a cheating, lying slut. You’d betrayed him in the worst possible way, and you’d done it with him. In the early stages of your relationship, Marc had asked you about your last relationship. You hadn’t told him it was with Captain America himself. Instead, you gave him the gist of things and eluded it ended amicably. What a crock of shit. It hadn’t ended amicably. You’d cried, and hurt for months, years. Hell, when you met Marc, you were still hurting, and perhaps he helped distract you from that hurt, but before you moved in together you’d often wake from dreams with tears streaming down your face.

   “Walk me down?” You nodded and left your hand in his as you walked out of the room. As the elevator took its trip down to the lobby you saw Steve going down. You watched his stride, even that had changed, but only slightly. He was slightly bow-legged, and every step he took his toes pointed to the side, it was the sexiest thing. You felt your stomach flutter, and you took a breath trying to calm your rising anxieties. “Does that sound good?” Your head snapped to Marc. You hadn’t heard a thing he said. “Uh, let’s see, yeah.” He walked out before you and took your hand as you walked out the front door. Steve stopped at the glass but didn’t walk outside. “Take it easy, Captain,” Marc said with a smile. Steve nodded once but kept the sternness in his jaw and features.

   Once outside, Marc turned to you, clasped his hands on your cheeks and kissed you, pulling you against his body. You felt his hand snake down to your backside before he squeezed. Your moan caught you off guard and just as his hand did. Marc quickly took control and intensified the kiss. He moaned on your lips; he held you so tightly. You knew Steve was standing there most likely watching. Pulling your lips from his you took a breath. “Oh my god, Marc--.” He smiled and kissed you again then dropped his lips to your neck, the same spot Steve kissed.  “I’m sorry, I’m going to miss you. I literally want to sneak you back inside.” He lifted your leg and wrapped it around his back. You moaned and allowed him to kiss you once more before he pulled back.

   “Can’t believe I get to spend the rest of my life with you. you’re amazing.” You felt like a world-class asshole, but you had to keep yourself in check. His car pulled up, and he kissed you again, then your forehead. “Five days,” Marc said. You nodded. “Five days, be safe.” Marc smiled and got into the car. As he drove off you watched his car disappear. You knew you should go back inside, but you knew the minute you turned around he would be right there. You couldn’t do this right now. You walked back inside and avoided his eyes like the plague.

   “Korral.” Ignoring him, you scurried to the elevator and pressed the call button. As if sensing the need to fuck with you, it took forever. “Come on!” Somehow you knew he was coming closer. “Korral.” Finally, the elevator doors opened, and you rushed onto it. Just when you thought you were home free, Steve stepped onto the elevator just as the doors closed, sealing your fate. “Really, so you ignore and avoid me for a week then you try to run. Korri.” Steve took a step to you, and you backed up. “Steve, stop.” As if hitting a glass wall, he automatically stopped and dropped his hands to his side. “Let’s talk.” You shook your head and stared at the indicator watching the numbers increase. “There is nothing to talk about.” Taking another step to you, you staggered to the other side of the elevator. You didn’t trust yourself being in such close proximity to him. You could smell him, and just that was wreaking havoc on your emotions.

   You’d thought you were over all of this. You thought you’d move on and that you were way past this being possible. Somehow you thought that even if he did come home that you’d be able to look at him and feel nothing, speak to him and not remember anything and be close to him and remain in control. What a big fucking joke, you thought. That lasted literally weeks, weeks and you’d busted it down already. “What do you mean there’s nothing to talk about? We have a lot to talk about. Let me explain. We have to talk about that--.” You cleared your throat in an obnoxious way, intentionally overriding his voice. “Shh, be quiet. We can’t talk about this here. Are you kidding!”

  Steve took a deep breath and leaned his back against the glass of the elevator. “We have to talk though Korri.” Every time he said your name, it gave you chills and flashbacks of all the times he’d said it. Every intimate moment sped through your mind, and with it came the feelings. The elevator doors opened, and you wasted no time rushing off it and down the hall. When you turned the corner, you looked back and saw him glaring at you. You had no idea what you were going to do.

   That night as you laid in your bed staring at the ceiling, you had no idea why you didn’t just go back to the city. No matter what Tony said about it being smarter for everyone to stay at the compound in case of an attack because the cannister was there. His priority was the virus canister. You knew that was the only priority, but you were going through a crisis. You couldn’t sleep, truth be told you were afraid to sleep, afraid you’d have salacious dreams. The catch was you didn’t know who you’d dream about or who you wanted to dream about.

   Everyone had dinner together, everyone but you. You took your food back to your office and tried to get some work done. You didn’t know if anyone suspected anything and part of you didn’t care. After you ate you took a turn in the gym hoping to burn off the anxious energy that was bouncing around in your body. After nearly two hours of going to the max, you were still wired. You then stared at your shower for almost thirty minutes before you swallowed the nerves and used it. It was the quickest shower of your life. Now you were still awake at nearly two in the morning.

   Groaning you sat up and stared out the window. You took up your robe and wrapped it around yourself as you walked to your balcony. The property around the compound was private and quiet and you loved the contrast to the noisy city. Usually, when you slept here you got the best sleep of your life, but tonight you were shit out of luck.

   “What the hell did you do Korral?” You sat there quietly for several long minutes just enjoying the sound of nature and the silence of the night. Though it was dead silent, you almost missed the barely-there knock at your door. Piquing your ears, you listened closer and there it was again, tap-tap, pause, tap-tap-tap-tap. Your breath caught, you knew this knock, you’d heard it every night for a year. Frozen still you sat there just staring at the door, again the knock came. tap--tap, pause, tap-tap-tap-tap. Slowly you walked into the room and across to the door. You didn’t speak; you just listened pressing your ear to the cold door. You couldn’t deny the part of yourself that wanted to fling open the door. Nor could you ignore the part of you that wanted to throw yourself in his arms, but what came next. There was no going back. It was impossible, too much time had passed, too much had happened. He knocked again this time the softest of all; tap--tap, pause, tap-tap-tap-tap. You could hear the hesitation in it, normally he came off smug so self-assured but this knock screamed vulnerability.

   Your hands moved of their own accord, turning the knob and opening the door. As you did you saw him taking steps away from your door back down the hall. Steve paused and glanced over his shoulder back to you. Leaning your head against the jamb you felt the colossal mistake you were making, but it was as if you were watching a movie play out completely unable to push stop. Shit, you didn’t know if you even really wanted to. Neither of you spoke, you just stared. The war within you raged on, and he waited. After a few minutes, you took a few steps back into your room leaving the door open. Steve slowly walked to you until he crossed the threshold and closed the door behind him.

   All of a sudden, it was the two of you alone in the room you’d practically lived in together, and it felt entirely too small. Pressing your back to the cool glass doors of your balcony you watched him as he walked toward the bookshelf. He perused the books there absentmindedly, then turned to lean against it and again stared at you. The only light in the room was that of the glow of the moon. Your eyes roamed over his figure, his white men’s tank that showcased his incredible shoulders and arms, the lite colored sweatpants that hugged his powerful thighs and teased his thick manhood straining and begging for your attention, then down to his bare feet. God, you couldn’t believe you were wet. With that thought, Steve slowly stalked toward you; every step he took you only got wetter. You wanted him. You should have felt shame, but you couldn’t muster it.

   Once he stopped in front of you, his eyes scanned every detail of your face before they dropped to the gape of your robe and down your body. Hesitantly, he took the final steps closing the space between your bodies; his hand gripped your hip pulling you into his body. Releasing a breathy gasp, you instinctively grabbed his triceps. Steve softly touched your cheek tipping your chin higher, so you looked into his eyes. You saw pain, sadness, shame and something else that you didn’t dare think about. “I’m sorry,” Steve began. Shaking your head, you clasped your hand over his mouth to silence him.

   “Don’t—just don’t say them.” He kissed your palm and moved his head to trail kisses around your wrist then over each finger. “Then what do you want me to say Korri?” You watched his lips move across your hand then grazed your fingers against his beard covered jaw. It was soft and full and absolutely sexy. Your fingers led to his lips and traced them, remembering the feel of them. “Nothing, don’t say anything.” You felt his hand trail from your hip, over your stomach to the knot of the robe. Your breath caught, and you should have felt panic, but you didn’t. His hand paused there as his eyes searched yours. You should have pulled away and told him to get out, and you should have said no this is wrong, but you didn’t.

   Steve loosened the knot and slid his hand inside the material to graze the back of his hand against the skin of your hip. You clenched your bottom lip between your teeth and felt the goosebumps prickle your skin. He pushed the robe aside, revealing you to his eyes. Steve groaned as his greedy eyes drank every inch of you up. You always loved the way he looked at you, always loved the way your belly always did somersaults whenever he was close. Now it felt like torture, the best torture, torture that felt good. “Korri you are so beautiful. There was not a day that went by that I didn’t dream of touching you, of being here like this with you.” They sounded like beautiful lies, the lies of a man who broke your heart, lies of a man your body still yearned for. Closing your eyes for a moment you shook off his empty words, words he couldn’t mean, words you wanted to believe more than anything. “Korri--.” You slapped your hand over his mouth again, this time more forcefully. “No talking.” His eyes darkened, and before you knew it his lips were against yours. God, a simple kiss should not elicit so much desire in you, especially a kiss from a man who was not your fiancée.

   Steve moaned on you and pressed your back more forcefully into the glass door. You could feel his hardness pressing against your stomach. Steve dipped down, grabbed your thigh, and lifted you into his arms. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you sunk your fingers into his hair and moaned while he expertly kissed you. You’d been his first all those years ago. In the 40s when he began his journey as Captain America he’d been a scrawny thing, one that women quickly looked over then came his deep freeze and reentry into a modern world. At the time you couldn’t believe he’d never had the opportunity. He’d told you he had plenty of opportunities but didn’t want to, he didn’t see a need, until you.

   Seven years later, he was not an amateur. He kissed like a man; held you like a man. When his lips left yours to trail to your neck your desires betrayed you in the sign of an audible moan. Your head swung back granting him more access to your neck, access to fully take advantage of by sinking his teeth into the nape of your neck. The pressure was everything you needed, but you needed more. Rocking against him for any friction Chris lifted you high then sucked your nipple into his mouth. “Fuck!” as he licked, sucked and flicked the hardened peak his body held you firmly against the glass surface while his free hand kneaded your other breast. When he squeezed your flesh tightly your groan echoed in the room.

   Soon his head was traveling lower while he lifted you higher. Before you knew what was happening, Steve’s head was between your legs with you hoisted several feet into the air. He held you where the back of your thigh met your ass and spread your legs wider so he could delve into your folds with more freedom. “Aaah!” His mouth against your sex felt so good—too good. You planted your heels onto his shoulders and began bucking your hips, riding his face. Steve moaned and picked up the speed and urgency of his mouth. There was no method to his claiming of you, no sequence, no repetition that you could get used to so you’d expect, it was pure chaos and desperation and that in itself was a method, it was a technique one that drove you crazy in a matter of minutes. Gripping his head more tightly you pressed his head onto your sex and panted while your orgasm ripped through you. “Aaaa, yes, yes, Steve!”

   The sound that came from his mouth was one you’d never heard before, one that sounded more animal than man. He walked to the bed and dropped you onto it before he hovered over your body kissing you, allowing you to taste yourself. You moaned into his mouth and clawed at the shirt across his back. Without pulling his lips from yours, Steve peeled his shirt over his head. Your feet anxiously pushed at the waistband of his sweats as your fingers relished the feel of his toned back. You didn’t even realize when he’d peeled off the material until you felt his hardened flesh bob against your thigh. Your core clenched already anxious to feel him. Steve finally tore his lips from yours then thrust into you in one full, forceful snap of his hips. You released a strangled gasp arching your back off the bed completely as your body convulsed and clenched around him.

   He didn’t thrust again; he rotated his hips so his thick, member touched every wall inside you. When he grazed the tight bundle of nerves within you, your nails found sunk into his back. Steve hissed then slammed into you again. “Holy Shit!” The way he took you then was gentle but passionate, he always seemed in control, but now there was no gentleness or hesitation. The way he claimed control of your body spoke of experience, authority, and power. Every time his hips stroked forward the fire in you blazed hotter and hotter until you felt the burn all over your body. Steve grunted and moaned not caring who heard, shit you didn’t care either. Touching his bearded cheek again your eyes met. He kissed the palm of your hand again before he pushed your arms back to the bed, holding them down by the wrist with one of his large hands. Hoisting your backside off the bed with the other, he held you suspended in the air and drilled into you.

   You screamed at the new angle, unable to control your eyes rolling to the back of your head. his moans became gruffer as you lied there and took all of him. Steve let your wrist go and held on to your hips as he directed you onto his need. “Aaah, Korri!” Hearing your name on his lips brought out a fresh wave of desire. You gripped him behind his neck and used it as leverage to pull your body from the bed locking your legs around his back. Steve groaned and sunk back remaining on his knees. You straddled him and took control, rocking your hips back and forth then into half circles. Every rotation your hips made he squeezed tighter as if trying to hold you in place.

   When you began bouncing on his lap, you started slow, but after a few moments, Steve was thrusting his hips up meeting each of your dips. After the first few connections, you allowed yourself to fully feel your need for him, allowed yourself to fully be present and when you gave yourself that permission your body rewarded you. Every time your breasts bounced Steve bit down onto your nipple then released it and every time he released it he thrust harder into your heat. In a matter of minutes, you were a panting, moaning and shaking mess. “Look at me, Korri.” It wasn’t a request; it was an order spoken in the voice of Captain America. Your eyes peered into his, and your heart lurched. His mouth was open, and you could hear the shallow pants escaping him.

   Steve squeezed your waist, slowing your circling hips to a near tortoise pace. He grounded his hips along with yours. Your body wanted more, but when you tried to speed up his easily stopped you with his strength. Every second you stared into his eyes the closer and closer you came to saying something you knew you’d regret. He lifted you to a few inches off his lap then rose to his knees and plowed into you with a quickness that pulled another orgasm from you. You screeched with the force of the pleasure whipping through you as Steve’s hips show you just how your body needed to be claimed, how it has always should have been claimed. When he grunted louder you knew he’d reached his point of no return. You felt his release coat your walls, and even that felt incredible. You held on to his body afraid if you let go he’d disappear, and you’d wake up to find it was a dream, and he was gone. Slowly your back came down onto the mattress, but you didn’t release him. Steve kissed your ear, along your jaw, your cheek, neck, and shoulders and held just as tightly to you.

   “Korri, I’m sorry.”

   With those words, reality came crashing down on you once again. It brought everything back including the pain. You groaned and untangled your fingers from his hair and put your hand between your bodies and began pushing him away. Steve didn’t budge, so you pushed more forcefully. “Stop, get off.” He didn’t, and it made you angrier, making you rebel more. No matter how hard you pushed him or tried to separate yourself from him he wouldn’t move, he just held you closer. “Stop darlin’; just stop. Let me explain.” There was nothing to explain, nothing to talk about. You pushed him again and grunted when he didn’t move back. “Steve, get off me! I don’t want to listen. I don’t need your explanations or any more of your lies. Just get off of me!”

   “I did lie to you. I told you the worst lie I’ve ever told, and I am so sorry darlin.” You stopped resisting and lied still. “What? What’re you talking about!?” You felt wetness against your neck and heard him sniffle. Was he crying? You pushed at his body again, and he pulled back. You felt a drop land on your breast—a tear. Steve pulled away from you and slid to the foot of the bed before he rubbed his face, then raked his fingers through his hair to the back of his neck. In the moonlit room, you saw a haunted look on his face. Curiosity filled you. What was he talking about? Why was he crying? Was he about to tell you that your entire relationship was a lie? Was he about to tell you once and for all he’d lied about loving you?

  “What’re you talking about Steve?” His eyes landed on you, and he looked as if he were struggling. He bolted from the bed and paced the space at the foot of your bed. Your eyes couldn’t help but roam his perfect, lean body. The thought of the power he held in him was enough to make you want him again. You groaned and grabbed the sheet beside you to cover yourself. When you looked back to him he was engulfed in darkness. “I lied to you.” rolling your eyes you sighed out. “No shit, you lied to me for an entire year every time you told me you loved me!”

   Steve lunged toward the foot of the bed out of the darkness into the light of the moon. “I have never lied about that, Korri!” The intensity in his eyes was bright; he sauntered over to you and sat before you filling his palm with your cheek. “That is the one thing I meant with everything in me.” his forehead pressed to yours and then his nose nuzzled yours before his lips claimed yours in another scorching kiss. The passion you felt clouded your head and made you forget for a few moments. You pulled away. “You’re a liar! Your letter said--.” He kissed you again. “Lies Korri. How could they have been anything but. You can’t fake what we have; you can’t fake any of this. I loved you more than I’ve ever loved anything.”

   Your head was spinning. You didn’t know if you could believe him, didn’t understand at all. “You said you didn’t love me; you said it had always been Peggy.” You didn’t realize you were crying until his thumbs wiped at your cheeks. “No. I was so obsessed with her then. I loved her, yes, but Korri with you I’ve never loved like this.” Gaping at him you couldn’t believe your ears. Nothing made sense.  

   “You’re lying! God, stop lying, Steve!” Pushing him away, you moved from him scurrying to the opposite side of the bed. Once there you stood and glared at him. “I’m not lying darlin’. That letter was bullshit.” Your jaw dropped, and so did a new wave of tears. He made up his face and tried to cross over to you, but you evaded him and rushed to the bookshelf. “What does that mean? What the fuck does that mean!?”

   “I had to write it Korri. I knew that if I left and you knew I didn’t want to, and that I would love you for the rest of my life you’d have followed me. You would have dropped everything and gone with me. You would have lived the life I lived with the danger, the blood, the pain, the darkness. I knew you’d never accept anything else.” Your heart froze as a plethora of thoughts raced through your mind. You remained silent for longer than you intended. “What’re you saying, Steve?”

   He raked his fingers through his hair again and approached you slowly and cautiously like you were a skittish gazelle. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, it meant nothing. I didn’t feel that way. None of it was true.” Your breath hitched again, and your heart sank. Try as you did you couldn’t catch a breath. All that kept coming to your mind was that he lied, he lied to you though he swore he never would. Steve touched your hand softly. You swatted it away and moved again.

   “You lied to me? You fucking lied to me, Steve? How—how could—do you know what—oh my god! You son of a bitch!” Again, he tried to touch you and yet again you hit his hand away. “What the fuck Steve! You didn’t know that. You didn’t know what I would have done!” Turning your back to him you looked out the door to the trees. “Come on Korri, I know. You know. What we felt then—there was no walking away, there was no way.” Lashing out, you turned to him and pushed him back with all the rage bubbling in you. “Yet you walked away and never looked back! You did that shit, Steve! God!” You didn’t know what to think you could barely breathe. The last seven years of your life was built on a lie. Everything that happened was because of him and his letter, his lies. Your head jumped to Marc, and you looked to the bed you’d just willingly given yourself in, to another man.

   “Oh my god, Marc.” You met him heartbroken, you kept him at arm’s length because you were broken. At times you thought you stayed with him because he was safe and because he loved you so much, a love you thought no one had felt for you before. Now standing here everything was being questioned. You got with Marc on a lie. “What about him?” Steve didn’t sound remorseful at all, looking at him you scanned his features. “What? He’s my fiancée, and here I am—oh, god.” You walked away keeping your back to him. “You can’t be serious Korri, not after last week, not after tonight.” You could feel him coming up behind you. He touched your back bringing his hand down to your waist and turned you to face him.

   “Not after what I just said. I love you Korri, I’ve never stopped loving you. I needed to protect you. Being on the run was no life for you; you didn’t deserve that.” Steve pressed his forehead to yours again, crowding you much more than physically. You couldn’t think, all you could do was feel everything he did to you, every effect he had on you. “I’m sorry darlin’.

   You groaned, but his lips swallowed the sound. You kissed him back with just as much heat and need as he kissed you. When his hand snaked down your back to your backside his growing length pressed urgently against you. Steve then bent and lifted you before sliding into your needy canal.

   Reason and thought were gone, you were going with what felt good, what felt right even though it also felt wrong, but it didn’t feel wrong for the reasons it should have. Steve slowly rocked in and out of you creating a delicious friction that stroked the kindles he’d reignited. You held him close and relished in how good he felt, and how good it felt being in his arms after so long. So many nights you’d cried thinking the one man you loved more than air itself didn’t love you, didn’t want you. Now you were faced with the truth, or the truth, according to Steve. He could have been lying yet again. It was clear he was not the same man you knew. He was different.

   The way he controlled your body shook you from your thoughts. He possessively held you and kissed you where he knew you loved. Every rock, moan, grunt, and grind hazed your mind even further and made your body comply with every single command. It had never been like this with Marc. You’d never felt half the things with him that you felt with Steve and that realization shook you.

   Once the heat of the moment passed, the two of you laid entangled across your bed. Steve’s chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath with a hand possessively draped across your backside. You sat up on him forcing a hiss from him. Avoiding his eyes, you pulled away getting off the bed. “Get out.” You walked toward the bathroom when you heard him mutter your name. “Go. I can’t do this.” Walking away from him you closed the bathroom door fearing this would not be the last time.

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Down and Out

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Fluffy Fluff

Request: Hey sweets!  Still taking requests? Well I’m having a rough day, so how about one with Chris trying to make reader happy and bring her out of a funk? Lots of fluffy shit. I need it.

Requested By: @guera31

Request: Chris Evans fluff?  I’m struggling a bit with being down and in pain and could use anything tbh

Requested By: @princess-evans-addict

It was one of those days; one of those days you dreaded.  You had been in a funk ever since getting home from work tonight.  If there was anything, you should have been happy as it was now Friday night and you had the entire weekend to finally spend with your boyfriend Chris.  

He was finally home from filming and doing press tours so the two of you were able to spend some quality time together, but it hit you like a brick as you walked into the house after getting off work.  

It came out of nowhere and, as usual, you had no idea where it came from.  You had a great day at work and although you hit a bit of traffic on your way home, it wasn’t unbearable.  Yet here you lay on the large bed you shared with Chris, curled in on yourself as you felt down and out.  

“Are you sure there isn’t anything I can get you baby?” Chris offered, placing a tender kiss to your forehead.  

You weakly smiled at him, shaking your head.  “No.  I just want to lay down here for a little bit,” came your quiet reply.  

You felt horrible acting this way around Chris.  He had just gotten home on Wednesday after a month of not seeing you; your first weekend off together in who knows how long, and you were feeling down.  You didn’t want to think it was because of him, but you couldn’t wrap your head around it.  Ever since you were young you would get into these weird moods like this.

Unfortunately you never made it out of bed that night, even though you were looking forward to spending time on the couch with Chris and binge watching some movies and cuddling together.  But at least you got your cuddles as you felt the bed dip behind you and Chris wrap his arms around your figure.  

“I love you Y/N,” Chris said softly as he placed a kiss on top of your head.  

“I love you too Chris,” you sleepily replied.  

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Waking up you groaned, unhappy that you were not only feeling in a funk, but now your back hurt as well.  

“Crap,” you muttered through a yawn, trying to stretch out your achy muscles.  Rolling onto your side, you noticed Chris wasn’t in bed; but in his place on the pillow sat a single flower.  Smiling, you grabbed it in your hand, careful not to cut yourself on the thorn and brought it to your nose.  Taking a deep breath, you inhaled the sweet aroma, already feeling a little bit better.  

After doing your morning duties in the bathroom you headed into the kitchen to find Dodger sitting right next to Chris patiently waiting for him to drop some of his breakfast.  

“Good morning beautiful. Are you hungry?”

Nodding at him, he got up off his chair and opened the microwave, grabbing the plate he made for you.

He placed it down in front of you and your stomach grumbled in delight.  There was pancakes, bacon and toast.  

“Chris,” his name came out of your mouth in a hushed whisper.  “You didn’t have to do this.  It’s your time off work.  You should be relaxing.”

He leaned over and connected his lips with yours and you could taste the syrup on his lips.  “I know.  But you seemed a little down last night and I wanted to cheer you up.”

Giving him a frail smile, you dug into your breakfast.  

Chris could tell that you still weren’t feeling like yourself and he got to planning the day out for the two of you.  

“How about we take Dodger to the beach?” he asked with an excited grin; his hand rubbing up and down your hunched over back.

“Okay,” came your reply.

~~~

Luckily Chris knew exactly where to go to have a more private time at the beach; it was Saturday after all.  

You were sat down on a blanket on the nearly deserted beach as you watched Chris and Dodger play fetch. A giggle escaped your lips as you watched Dodger run into the ocean to retrieve his ball before bringing it back to the shore.  

It took everything in you to smile when Chris turned to wave at you; scolding yourself for feeling this way. But you couldn’t help it; sometimes these funks happened.  

Chris jogged his way over to you after throwing Dodger’s ball down the beach.  He sat down, wrapping his arms around you, making you hum in appreciating; you loved being in his arms.  

“Are you sure you’re alright Y/N?  I’m beginning to worry about you.  You just haven’t seemed yourself since you got home from work.”

Looking up into his eyes, you could have gotten lost in them; they looked as blue as the ocean in front of you.  “No, I’m ok Chris.  I’m just in one of my weird funks.  I’m sorry this happened right when you got home to spend some time with me.”

He pulled you closer, giving you a kiss to your temple.  “Don’t worry about it sweetie.  I get in these funks too, especially when I’m at work and away from you.”  Leaning your head up you placed your lips against his, cherishing in the warmth of how he made you feel.  “Come on, let’s head back home.”

You got up from the blanket, your back feeling much worse than before all thanks to sitting on the ground for the last few hours.  Chris saw you wince in pain, wrapping an arm around your back to hold you steady.  

“What’s going on babe? Are you in pain?”

You waved him off like it was nothing.  “I’m ok. I think I just slept on my back wrong so it’s a little tight and I feel like I have a knot in my shoulder.”

He helped you to the car, Dodger trotting beside the two of you with his tongue hanging out.  

When you got home, he told you to relax on the couch, which is where you found yourself now; your feet propped up on a pillow on Chris’ lap as he massaged them.  

Before you knew it, dusk had approached and you felt horrible for how the day had gone.  You were hoping to get out and be more productive.

“Wait right here,” Chris said as he gently placed your feet back onto the couch.  You gave him a furrow of your brows as he dashed out of the living room.  

No more than ten minutes later he was easily pulling you from the couch and walked with you into the bathroom.  There, you saw the lights were dimmed and the sweet scent of your favorite bath gel wafting the air as the jet tub was filled with bubbles.  

“What’s this?” you asked curiously, making your way farther into the room.  

“I just wanted to do something nice for the woman I love,” Chris replied, hugging you from behind as you placed your hands on his forearms.  You melted into his touch, wondering what you did to deserve a man as amazing as Chris.  

The two of you stripped of your clothing and got into the nice relaxing tub.  Placing your knees to your chest, you hugged your arms around your legs as Chris sat behind you; his strong hands beginning to work on the knots in your shoulders.  

“Mmmmm that feels so good,” you moaned, resting your head on your knees as Chris worked his magic. His hands traveled down your back, working on the tightness in your lower back and it was heavenly.  

You felt his lips press against your upper back; a smile making its way to your lips.  “I love you Chris,” you said in a content sigh.  

“I love you too Y/N,” he replied between soft kisses down your back.  “More than you even know.”  

Chris whispered sweet nothings in your ear as his hands kneaded and massaged its way all over your back; your face heating up at some of the things he was saying to you.  

“How are you feeling now?” he asked, wrapping his arms around your torso and pulling you back against his chest.  

Letting your legs relax in front of you, you lay your head on his chest.  “So much better,” you replied with a smile.  “Like the happiest woman in the world.”

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[sylvie-writes]

Best Bedside Manner

request: Hi lovely! I was just wanting to request a headcannon, Drabble, one shot, whatever you wanna do with it really, of how Chris, Andy, Steve, and Ransom would take care of their sick girlfriend? I’m currently not feeling too hot. It went from 72 degrees yesterday to like 50 degrees and rainy and cold today and the weather change has me feeling all sorts of yucky!

a/n: I hope you enjoy this babe and sending lots of love your way! pardon any mistakes, this is very loosely proofread. sorry if it is bad quality lol. 

Chris

Last night you went to bed feeling completely fine, in fact you felt amazing.

Unfortunately that all changed when you woke up the next morning with a massive headache in your sinuses. It was that awful feeling of having to sneeze but not being able to, causing it to ache throughout your whole face.

Chris was knocked out in bed, and you smiled at his peaceful state.

Quietly, you snuck out of the bed, but not before brushing some of his fallen hairs to clear room for you to kiss his forehead.

As you made your way into the kitchen, you could hear Dodger’s little tippity taps on the hardwood floor.

Turning, you held your hands out for the pup to trot forward and into your embrace.

He leaned up to kiss you as his wet nose nudged against your face.

“Good Morning, bubba! Are you hungry?”

Dodger wagged his tail and you started to walk once more for him to follow.

After you fed him his scoop of food, you went on a quest to find some Sudafed in the medicine cabinet.

For a good three minutes you searched and searched, only able to find some Advil that you took for your headache.

With a defeated groan, you trudged back to the bedroom going to try and make yourself look somewhat presentable in order to go to the pharmacy.

Chris heard your heavy footsteps and sat up in bed.

He rubbed his eyes, trying to clear his vision to see you, “Mornin’ gorgeous, why are you up so early?”

The man shrugged out of the covers and went to go over to you.

He captured you in a hug and sleepily kissed your head.

When you turned your head away from him, he pulled away, very confused.

“Hey what’s wrong?”

“I gotta go to the pharmacy and I don’t want you to catch whatever this is.”

You motioned to your face, where Chris noticed your ailed expression.

“Why didn’t you say so? What do you need, babe? I’ll get it for you.”

Chris ushered you back to the bed and you honestly didn’t have the energy to fight him.

You got into his side of the bed and snuggled up against his pillow, inhaling his comforting scent.

“I just need some Sudafed that’s all.”

Chris nodded and kissed your temple, going to clean up in the bathroom.

Arriving at the pharmacy, Chris quickly found the Sudafed, but the “concerned mother” in him made him search around for some other meds to hopefully help you.

When he returned home with four different medications, you groaned but your “personal nurse” figured it out nonetheless.

[ugh how lovely it would be to have a chris evans]

Andy

All of a sudden, you started to feel totally disgusting. Achy body and sniffles galore.

You hadn’t been around anyone sick lately, so you blamed it on the sudden change in weather.

It was already evening and you had done a majority of things today.

All day long, you had felt normal, but all of a sudden, this terrible feeling hit you like a train.

Unfortunately, you still had to make dinner for Andy who would be home any minute now.

Suddenly, the door creaked open and you heard Andy’s usual, “Honey, I’m home,” ring out.

Before you could leave your blanket cocoon on the couch, Andy found you first.

“(y/n) what’s wrong, honey?”

Andy sat on the edge of the couch, stroking your blanket covered body.

A sniffle replaced your answer and Andy realized you weren’t feeling too hot.

Your boyfriend scooped you up in his arms, blanket and all.

“Andy! I have to make dinner. What are you doing?!”

Squirming in his arms, Andy tightened his hold on you.

“Not in this condition, Missy! We’re gonna get you in a nice hot shower, should help you a bit.”

The man set you on the counter, going to start the shower.

Once steam filled the room, Andy carried you into the shower, both of you having removed your clothes.

You leaned against his bare chest, warm water running over your body.

Andy gently lathered shampoo in your hair as you closed your eyes, the hot water lulling you to sleep.

With you leaned against his chest, Andy lightly rinsed the shampoo out of your hair, softly kissing your forehead, waking you a bit.

“Thank you, Andy.”

Your words were quiet and muffled, yet Andy still heard them.

“Anytime, darling.”

Steve

Just a few hours ago, your boyfriend Steve had returned home from a mission.

And just a few hours ago, you started to feel awful.

When Steve walked through the door, you pretty much threw yourself at him, disregarding his dirty uniform and instead focusing on his warmth you very much needed.

“Oh hey, doll! I missed you too, but maybe i should get a shower first.”

Steve motioned to his soiled uniform which was covered in dirt and blood and you reluctantly pulled yourself off of him.

As you did so, Steve noticed your ill state and he placed a soft kiss on the crown of your head.

“How about I go get my shower, and then we can cuddle a bit. How does that sound?”

You gave the man your best smile and then sulked back to the large and inviting bed.

Minutes later, a freshly showered Steve exited the bathroom.

Steve pulled back the covers and jumped in bed with you.

The man wrapped his broad arms around your waist and drew you in closer to him.

You sighed at the comfort of his warm embrace, having been cold all day long, to the point where no blanket could warm you up.

Steve grabbed the remote on the nightstand and turned on the tv, its light being the only thing now illuminating the dark room.

After scrolling through Netflix for a good few minutes, you and Steve agreed on a tv show to binge.

About three episodes in, Steve went to ask you a question, but instead received a few soft snores.

He smiled that you were finally relaxing and softly kissed your temple.

“G’night, angel.”

[sorry that was short] 

Ransom

Ransom stood from the couch, holding out his hands for you.

When you placed your cold ones in his warm ones, he hoisted you off of the couch and led to the kitchen.

You pulled out a chair at the table while Ransom went over to the cupboard that held the coffee mugs.

He pulled out one mug and then turned to the lazy susan, finding the box of tea bags.

Tea bag in hand, Ransom walked towards the keurig and brewed some hot water in the mug while you watched his actions curiously.

“Ran, what are you doing?”

Your voice was raspy and breaking up, but Ransom heard them regardless.

“I’m making you some tea, babe. My nanny used to make me this tea when I was a kid and sick. Always worked.”

You smiled because rarely did Ransom tell you about his childhood, but from the stories he did tell you, he apparently held his nanny on a pedestal. She must’ve been more of a mother to him than Linda.

In no time, the keurig beeped, signaling it was finished.

Ransom grabbed the steaming mug of water and threw in the tea bag while going to grab some honey and lemon.

Carefully he measured out each one and stirred it in the mug.

Once the tea bag had sat long enough, Ransom used the spoon to squeeze the remaining water from the bag before throwing it out.

You were still at the table, one hand supporting your leaning head as you struggled to keep your eyes awake.

Ransom sat directly beside you, holding up the mug and letting the steam hit your face.

He brought the mug up to your lips and you tasted the liquid gold.

The tea warmed up your body and soothed your aching throat.

“Thank you so much, Ransom. You are the best nurse I could have asked for.”

You giggled and Ransom smiled, taking your hand to his lips.

“Only for you, babe.” 

[starcrossedyanderes]

Title: Reflections

Character: My own named Evan

Words: 3k+

TW: Mirrors, demon like creature, low self esteem, manipulation

ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣: So this most definitely looks like an exact copy from a certain author on Wattpad, and that is actually me. This was HEAVILY inspired by goldenscare666 and I have her permission for this.

(Y/n) stared into her own (e/c) eyes as she tried to keep her hand steady as possible. She pulled the brush in an upwards motion on her eyelashes, causing them to look slightly more full. She pulled her head back as she scanned her whole face; looking for any visible imperfections. She let out a sigh of relief as she couldn't find anything too obvious or all that bad.

In her head and mouth she chanted her usual speech, "You can do it. You are amazing. Knock them dead."

But you turned your head downwards as you let out a sigh. In the end you knew it was pointless. I mean you already knew that you probably will fail drastically at your school presentation. You were just trying to boost your confidence slightly and hoping that it might actually have an effect on your presentation. You took a hand and brushed a hand through your hair before bringing it back down to your side. You slung your backpack over your shoulder as you headed downstairs just about ready to head to school.

As soon as your door softly clicked shut your room instantly became freezing cold. Frost creeped up mirror as the temperature lowered even more until your whole mirror had been covered with ice.

A great flash of light could be seen as one of the lightbulbs exploded, causing glass to shatter all over the ground. Soon after the rest followed and all exploded, leaving the room completely covered in darkness.

All that illuminated the room was a faint blue light that could barely be made out from behind the layers of ice that covered the looking glass. The bright blue eyes narrowed after realizing that the girl had left him again, and headed to school where there were barely mirrors. The light blonde male walked away from the shard of glass, going to sit on a chair that he had made with the singular wave of his hand.

He boredly observed the rest of the human race in one of the shards of glass that lined the never ending walls. Although Evan's eyes couldn't help but look at the darkness that covered his own world. Besides the occasional bit of light sources and shards of glass here it was quite bland. The only items residing here really are items he had created himself. 'This place would be much livelier if you were here.' Evan's eyes slightly went out of focus as he started to think of other things that could be.

Evan's ear slightly pointed up as he truly just realized how quiet it was in his world. He could hear through the glass shards that lined the walls but he had to be focused on them specifically. Besides that it was deathly silent with his voice being the only exception. The platinum blonde could feel his rage start to surge through his veins upon thinking about memories from his past. His ever so long ago past. He was forced to grow up surrounded by the outside world as he was stuck in this prison.

He had to see the world go by as humans enjoyed themselves while Evan could barely interact with them. Evan had seen people throw parties, embrace their loved ones, all the while Evan was locked away with just his lonesome self.

'It isn't fair! Why do those disgusting piles of meat get to have fun while a superior being like me has to suffer! Why do such imperfect creatures get to have my darling!'

It was with that thought that Evan's whole plan had changed. He heard that singular thought replay in his head like a song put on loop. His shoes glided over the floor as he paced around and ran a hand through his hair.

"Why do they get to have my darling? Why?"

He could practically feel the gears in his head turning as he finally came up with a thought to stop this whole dilemma.

Oh, now this was going to be fun!

・・・・★・・・・★ ・・・・

Christina closed her eyes as she rubbed a washcloth against her face. Her face was practically rubbed raw after she managed to take off all of her makeup. She let out a sigh as she stared into  her eyes. Christina was never happy with how her body looked. It was practically garbage compared to everyone else. While everyone thrived on posting images of themselves on social media Christina couldn't help but compare herself. No matter how much makeup she put on it never helped her confidence.

Christina let out a sigh as she stared at her own eyes in the mirror. She could never be like the others. She could never have the confidence of others.

Christina let out a little yelp when her bathroom lights flicked on and off, causing the room to momentarily be covered by darkness. Her blue eyes looked around warily before deciding that the phenomenon was caused by the thunderstorm outside. Huh, Christina could've sworn that it wasn't storming a minute ago, in fact the weather channel said nothing about a storm.

The girl looked down at her arms and was surprised to see that the hairs on her arms was standing straight up as they shook. As Christina took notice of her shivering the room just seemed to get  colder and colder. In fact it started to become so unbearable that the girl was going to leave the room, well she planned to.

Christina had one foot out of the door before she stopped in her tracks once hearing something whisper in her ear. The voice was sweet as honey and held such a tone of playfulness and mystery that she could practically see it beaconing a finger at her. In a trance like state her feet walked in front of the mirror without her even telling them to move. It was almost as if she didn't have a choice in the matter.

Her blue eyes looked into the mirror and another pair of eyes could be seen staring out at her.

"Hello, Christina."

Christina's blue eyes blinked once hearing a male voice in front of her. The blue eyes staring at her were a completely different shade. While hers were a warm blue the one's staring down at her were an icy blue.

Her black pupils widened in fear as she realized that the voice was actually coming from her mirror and that the eyes staring at her were not her own reflection, but someone else's. She could feel her body stiffen before her instincts took over and she ran out of the bathroom and into another.

Evan let out an annoyed sigh once Christina was out of his view. This may be slightly harder than he thought. Evan walked across the thin air that made a floor in his home and picked up a different glass shard that currently showed his current victim.

Christina was currently laying under her covers as she tried to regain her warmth back and fall asleep. 'I just need some sleep, I'm just imagining stuff. There isn't a person in my mirror.' Her chest fell up and down at a rapid pace as she could feel the room getting colder and saw her ceiling fan's lights flicker.

"Come now Christina, I won't hurt you, I swear."

It was the same voice she heard before and just like before her legs worked on their own as she walked towards her body mirror. Instead of seeing just the blue eyes she could now see a handsome ash blonde male who had the same icy eyes as well. He was standing near the side of the mirror and upon seeing Christina in front of him he smiled and waved.

"Hello, Christina. Now how about we try a formal introduction. My name is Evan, and I'm here to open your eyes."

Evan visually smirked as he could tell that his voice was working on the girl as she didn't try to move away.

"Open my eyes?"

Evan smiled cheerfully in a welcoming manner.

"Yes! Your eyes must be opened! I don't think your lack of confidence is that much of a secret, now is it?"

Christina was shocked by his last sentence, how did he know?

"How do you-"

Evan wagged his finger a bit in Christina's face.

"Now, now. This isn't the time to talk about such useless things. Now about your confidence it seems that the main source of that is the fact you don't like how you look, but I can fix that!"

At this point, Christina had been fully pulled under the demon's paralyzing voice and her brain was thinking quite right.

"How could you? You can't change how someone looks without plastic surgery."

Evan let out a laugh.

"I'm not going to do that. The problem is that you aren't seeing yourself properly. You see your reflection over there?" Evan motioned to the Christina staring at Christina. "This isn't what you truly look like."

Christina cocked her head.

"What do you mean?"

Evan could tell that his eyes were getting brighter as he felt the excitement of almost taking another victim. He waved his hand in front of the girl's reflection as he changed its appearance.

Christina was shocked as she saw her reflection change right in front of her eyes. Now her skin was a snowy pale that she had always wanted, with not a single pimple or fault. Her lips became slightly more plump and her hair became fuller. She lost and gained fat in some places until her reflection had turned into the girl she always wished she looked like.

She raised a tan hand to her face as she lightly touched each feature as her reflection mirrored her every move.

"I-is this for real?"

Evan nodded his head.

"I told you I was going to be opening your eyes. Now I doubt you'll have any confidence problems. In fact, you should celebrate. You're obviously better than others, in fact I doubt that anyone else could compare. You should show everyone your new attitude and I suggest you show yourself as well, just to make sure that you don't lose any confidence."

Christina slightly smiled as her eyes were dazed.

"Yeah, I should. But how do I keep looking at myself?"

Evan smiled once again as he held himself back from laughing.

"You should carry a mirror where ever you go. That way if you want to see yourself you can at all times. In fact take multiple with you, I would hate for you to revert back."

Christina eagerly nodded her head as she ran out of her room as she tried to scavenge every mirror she could find in her household.

・・・・★・・・・★ ・・・・

You looked strangely at Christina as she was standing on top of a table. This was not like her, at all. Normally she would just shy away from everyone in sight but now she was the opposite. She wanted every single bit of attention and would practically do anything for it. While you were happy for her newfound confidence in her body and self it was really starting to go too far. At this point she was just self-absorbed.

At the beginning she got all the attention she wanted but after a while people started to lose interest as it was focused back on themselves. While Christina was stomping on a table most of the cafeteria just stared at their own reflections in the mirrors that they carried.

Even the teachers who were on lunch duty didn't care as they touched their own faces while staring at their reflections as well.

Your feet took a u-turn as you decided that the lunch room had turned far too creepy for your liking. Your feet took you to the library as you set down your lunchbox. You let out a sigh of relief as you pull out your sandwich and was about to take a bite until you saw the librarian. She was staring at a mirror as well it seemed. What is it with people and mirrors these days? It seemed like you were the only person not staring at themselves 24/7.

You just continued with your meal as you tried to ignore the strange behaviour. But you were interrupted upon hearing the library doors slam open. Normally the librarian would yell at the people who caused the loud noise but she seemed too busy staring at herself.

You looked at the direction that the noise came from and saw Christina strutting towards you with her new entourage right on her heels. You let out a sigh as you turned around to face her and gave her a gentle smile.

"Hi Christina? Can I help you?"

Christina sat on the table, casually sliding your backpack off the table as you had to hold back a sigh.

"Yeah (y/n) I don't understand why you haven't joined. Come on and join the movement already! You won't regret it~"

"No thanks Christina, I'm not interested."

Christina let out a scowl as anger bubbled up inside of her.

"Just as I thought! Here I offer you a life without any self doubt and what do you do? Reject my offer! You really are a selfish brat thinking that you're better than all of us!"

You tend to be quiet, but you knew how to stand up to yourself. You gathered your thoughts and swallowed your saliva as you prepared your defense.

"Actually Christina I think you're the brat here. I'm happy for your new found confidence but please don't act like this to your friends. It's one thing to be confident and another thing to be cocky and just plain out mean."

Christina and the rest of the group immediately glared as Christina had made her decision.

"You know I don't really appreciate your attitude (Y/n). If you don't appreciate my newfound confidence then I don't need you. How about we take you away. We don't need you messing with our good vibes. Take her away."

All of the people in the rest of the group surged around you as their arms wrapped as if an octopus had grabbed onto you; proving your kicking futile. You were carried down hallway after hallway as if you were going through a maze with no end.

The hands soon let go of you in a swinging motion and your body hit the hard tile. There was a loud BANG! As the door slammed shut and a slight click was heard, indicating the door being locked. Christina's muffled voice could barely be heard from behind the wooden door.

"You can get out after you see your true self! You can thank me later!"

You looked around desperately as you hug your knees tight against your chest. The room was completely pitch black with only the slightest sliver of light coming from the gap in the door. From what you could tell you were the only person here, meaning you were completely alone.

Your feet pushed against the tile floor until you were standing up as you felt new found determination. You cautiously ambled in the dark room until you could feel your fingers brush against a wall, wait this was too smooth. Correction, you touched a window. Although it wouldn't make a lot of sense that there wasn't a lot of light coming into the room.

Ignoring that fact your hand kept sliding against the windows until your fingers felt something sticking out. Aha! Just what you were looking for! Your hand flicked up and the light was soon filled with light and revealed just what your hands were touching. You weren't touching a window, you were touching mirrors.

They were in the whole room, surrounding the walls, and were placed sporadically without order somewhat like you would see in a fun house. In fact, now that you look at it, it was a mirror maze that surrounds your body. It seemed from the circling of the perimeter you had conducted that the exit might not be on the outside, but the inside.

Your feet took you around the walls once more but you couldn't find a single seam that could allude to there being a door. You inhaled and your feet moved on their own into the maze.

・・・・★・・・・★ ・・・・

Evan let out a large smirk upon hearing your screams as you stumbled into the room of mirrors. It seemed that everything was going to plan. Everyone was so narcissistic that fights would constantly break out and everyone was staring at their own reflections thinking that they had finally seen their true self or that he changed their looks. Ha! How foolish! The only thing that he changed is what their reflection looked like and everyone just ate it out of his hands like a chicken eating grain out of a farmer's palm.

Evan followed your movements from shard of glass to shard of glass as you ambled around the dark. It seemed you were trying so desperately to find a light switch and the little expression you made that he could see from his night vision were just adorable. He just adored how different you were from everyone else, and your looks were a bonus as well. Although it seemed you were having a new breakout but that could always be dealt with. If anything he found your flaws even more attractive.

Evan had to hold his hand over his mouth to suppress a fit of giggles he was about to let out. He just couldn't wait for you to fall into his arms! And who knew that it would be this easy either? He could already see your future now as he was laying on a bed that he had created, with your head on his lap as he stroke his hands through your ever so soft hair. Now that sounded delightful.

・・・・★・・・・★ ・・・・

You were really getting tired of staring at your reflection at this point. How long has it been? 6? 10? 30? You couldn't tell since your phone fell out of your pocket once you were dragged into this room. You let out a small sigh as your eyes wandered across the room again.

Everytime you thought that you had made progress you ended up in a dead end. Was there even an end to this labyrinth? Despite this feeling of dread and hopelessness you treaded on but your feet stopped once you could have sworn you saw something that wasn't your reflection.

In front of you was a man with ash blonde hair and looming ice cold eyes. The black in your eyes widened once seeing a pale hand rise up and start waving back and forth at you. You let out a sharp scream and your feet scrambled backwards far away from the mirror with the strange shadow. Your back hit the smooth glass of a mirror causing your feet to stop in place as you sharply turned around.

Your chest heaved up and down as you took deep breaths. Your heart slightly calmed down upon seeing that it was just a regular mirror and no shadow could be seen. You raised your arm as you stared back at your own reflection. You let out a sigh of relief upon realizing that everything was normal, that everything was fine. You blinked your eyes and upon them fluttering open your eyes met with the same pair of ice blue eyes.

"Hey beautiful."

You let out another scream upon hearing the man in the mirror actually talk. His blue eyes rolled before he let out a scoff.

"Gee, nice to meet you too."

"Y-You're a person!"

The male rolled his eyes once again.

"More or less. What did you think I am? A ghost from your past coming to haunt you?"

Your hand raised towards your chest and held it tightly. Your body was now quivering with terror upon thinking of all the possibilities of just how exactly a man got caught in a mirror, and how powerful someone must be to communicate.

"No, you have to be a prank. There has to be someone behind me and it is just reflecting back."

The pale man let out a chuckle.

"Well you could be right, but look at the perspective and around you. In the mirror I'm in front of your reflection and there's no one behind you or in other mirrors."

You swiveled your head around the area and he was correct. There was no person behind you and he couldn't be seen in any mirrors either. Wait.. where was the exit? You swore that the way you entered was right over there, but your reflection stared back at you.

"Seems like you're locked in here with me. Of course I know the exit though."

"Let me out of here!"

In your ears sounded a scratchy yet somehow smooth laugh.

"Well I can always show you the way out but you need to follow my exact directions."

You let out a shaky sigh. You did not trust this...thing in the slightest, but it's not like you had much of a choice.

"Fine. What do I have to do?"

The strange man in front of you giddly clapped his hands together.

"Wonderful! It's only a few steps! The first step is to place your hands on the mirror, gorgeous."

You put your hands in front of you and they touched the smooth, cool glass.

"Now repeat after me. I want to get out of this room."

You nonchalantly mirrored his words.

"I want to get out of this room."

The man's smile picked up at the edges even more as his smile seemed to turn more into a smirk that belonged only to a predator.

"I will give up..."

You personally rolled your eyes as you recited the words without a second thought.

Evan's blue eyes gleamed in what light was in the room as he cited the words to get him what he wanted.

"...my freedom and be trapped in a prison to escape this place."

One hand slapped over your mouth once you realize those words came out of your mouth without you even thinking. But once your other hand tried to leave the mirror's surface but it couldn't. It was stuck on the mirror. You let out a shriek once again and started pulling against the mirror. But all that brought you was pain.

All around you echoed that horrific laugh as you did not give up and continued to pull. But then something started to pull back. On your own hand you felt a hand as cold as ice pulling you closer to the looking glass.

Despite every tug you made you scooted closer until only your left half was visible. With a great deal of strength you managed to pull a leg free but that..thing didn't seem to like that as he let out a low growl.

"Oh no you don't!"

With a rough, final tug your body was fully pulled into the mirror with the only sign of you being taken being your screams echoing around the mirror filled room.

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Art in Motion. Part two

Read part one here!

Here is part two! I hope you all enjoy it (I am loving all of the feedback on this already thank you so much!)

James paused outside the old door, his hand raised, poised to knock. The hall was musty, dim, and had more than its fair share of cobwebs. He really should remind the maid to clean up here.

Hearing a crash from the other side of the door, he forewent knocking and opened the door. “Sirius? Are you alright? You’ve been-” He stopped as he walked into the room, taking in the scene before him with perhaps an alarming lack of surprise. “Good lord, man, when was the last time you slept?”

The ground was littered with paper, charcoal, pens, paints and various other odds and ends one might find in an artist’s studio. Sirius sat in the middle of it all, the chaotic eye of the storm nestled amongst his destruction. Lifting an ink smudged hand and waving it dismissively, Sirius shuffled through some papers to his left.

James shook his head and looked around the room, wrinkling his nose at the state of things. Sirius had never been the best at keeping his spaces tidy- probably the reason James’ parents had so graciously given him the attic to use as his personal studio when he had moved in years ago- but since converting the space into his bedroom as well, and banishing the maid from the premises, the wide open space had quickly devolved into a cluttered mess.

“Sleep is for those with nothing better to do.” Sirius commented, ducking down to scribble at the piece of paper he had finally settled on.

“When was the last time you had something to eat?”

“Food does not sustain me, I must work.”

With a roll of his eyes, James ventured further into the room, avoiding discarded items of clothing, art supplies and dirty dishes. “Come now, cease this madness. You need sleep, a good meal,” he stopped short of reaching him and blinked, his face scrunching up, “and a bath.”

Sirius looked up finally, his hair a wild mess about his shoulders, stormy eyes framed by dark circles. A few days worth of beard cast a shadow against his jaw. “Baths are for peasants.”

James snorted. “Peasants don’t bathe you twat, but you most certainly should.”

Letting out an irritated sigh, Sirius gathered the papers around him and stood up, nearly falling over as one of his legs had gone almost completely numb. James reached out his hands in case he tipped his way, but he managed to regain his balance and hobble off to his desk.

“What’s gotten you so worked up?” James questioned, attempting to peak at some of the paper’s Sirius had.

He slapped the pages onto the desk, turning around with a narrowed gaze. “Nothing.”

Knowing he would gain nothing pushing the matter, James let out a sigh and rubbed his forehead. “Right, well, whenever you decide to become a functioning member of society again, I’ll be down in the dining room having supper.” As he turned to leave, he heard Sirius rap his knuckles distractedly against the desk top.

“It won’t leave me be.”

James paused, turning back. “What won’t?”

Sirius moved a few things on his desk around aimlessly. “The song. The one Mr. Lupin played.”

Raising his eyebrows, James waited for him to continue, and when receiving no response, prompted, “At Miss Evans’ ball? That was almost a fortnight ago now.”

Sirius paused, frowning slightly. “Really? I have lost track of time…” Shaking his head slightly he ran a hand through his hair, grimaced, and wiped his palm against his dressing gown. “I find myself incapable of thinking of anything else.”

“Is it the song that’s bewitched you, or the musician?”

Sirius prodded the corner of his small stack of papers. “They seem one in the same to my mind.”

James smiled, rolling his eyes slightly at his friend. “Well, as much as I enjoy my dearest friend locking himself away in the attic, pining away and creating a nightmare for my housekeeper, I think it’s high time we invited Peter and Mr. Lupin round to Elkwood.”

Sirius looked up suddenly, his eyes wild. “What? Whatever for?”

“Well you clearly want to see him again, and I for one am eager to get to know him better, he seems a lovely chap.” James fiddled with his cuffs. “Besides, it’s high time we had a formal dinner again, these rooms have been much too quiet.”

Sirius rubbed at his shoulder absentmindedly. “We haven’t had a party here since…”

They both fell silent. Taking a moment to reflect on the past.

Shaking his head, James said quickly. “At any rate, it’ll be good to have a bit of merriment around here again.”

Sirius crossed his arms. “Am I not merriment enough for you, James?”

With a completely neutral expression, James shook his head grimly. “You are a quagmire of self pity and dramatics. And I say that with the utmost amount of affection.”

Sirius picked up a discarded waistcoat and tossed it at James’ head. “Blasphemer! Begone from my presence!”

James laughed as he ducked the waistcoat and darted toward the door as Sirius searched for something else to throw at him. “Don’t be late for supper! And if you don’t show up properly dressed and cleaned up a bit I’ll have you eat outside with the horses!”

Sirius wailed as if he’d been sentenced to an unimaginable fate. “Betrayed! By my own brother! Oh the cruelty of life!” He listened to James’ laughter fade down the stairs, a smile ghosting across his lips.

He found himself humming softly, as he flipped through the pages on his desk one last time, fingers tracing his work thoughtfully. Swirls of color here, thick lines of black ink there, jagged edges and soft strokes, to anyone else it would seem just like the jumbled scribbles of a child. But he could see the spaces in between, they were just pieces to a much larger puzzle forming in his mind’s eye.

Tapping his index finger against the topmost paper, he let out a sigh and turned away from his desk, letting out a disgruntled grumble as he began to search for some clean clothes to change into.

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Remus watched from his spot on the lounge, idly holding a book in his hands, as Peter scurried to and fro, collecting this and that and placing them in his bag, rambling on to himself as he did.

A smile pulled at the corner of his lips as he observed his friend’s excited behavior. They’d received an invitation for a dinner party at the Elkwood estate next Sunday, and Peter had been talking about it for days.

“How long has it been since you’ve been to Elkwood?” He asked, closing his book and setting it aside.

“Oh! It’s been...years, yes, years now. We used to spend summers there you know, back when we were all schoolboys. Sirius’ home situation was less than ideal, and well, with everything going on with my family, they were more than happy to send me off to the country for the summers. One less mouth to feed, you see?”

Remus nodded. “I see. Mr. Black had a troubled childhood?”

Peter nodded. “Very much so, the Black family are one of the most powerful families in England, they’ve held power and wealth for generations. Sirius hated their ideals and how they tried to force him to be. He left when he was only sixteen, went to live with the Potters at Elkwood.”

“Is that so? Are his family still living?”

“Aye. Well, his mother and younger brother at least, his father passed a few years back.” Peter shook his head. “He’s been through a lot.” Brightening suddenly, he smiled. “But he always pulls through! I was always amazed with how resilient he is, growing up he was always so strong and fearless.”

Remus smiled at the light in Peter’s eyes. “Sounds like you were close.”

“We were inseparable, the three of us, we even had nicknames for each other.”

“Is that were you had the idea to call me Moony?”

Peter grinned sheepishly. “Perhaps. I missed them terribly when I was away, but I’m glad I had the opportunity to meet you.”

“As am I. Was never one for friends growing up, there was always...too much.” Remus rubbed the back of his neck, his thoughts beginning to wander.

“I’m sure you’ll get on well with the lads! Why you’ve met James already and seemed to like him well enough.”

Remus pushed aside his thoughts and smiled. “I did. He’s very likable, I look forward to talking with him more.”

Peter practically beamed. “Yes! The most charismatic chap I’ve ever met, that’s James alright. Sirius is...well Sirius is his own brand of charming.”

Thinking back to his encounter with the young man, Remus nodded. “That I would have to agree with you on. I actually met Mr. Black at the solstice ball as well.”

“Did you? You didn’t mention it at all, not a word, you cheeky fellow. What did he say?”

Remus picked his book back up, shaking his head slightly. “He asked me to dance.”

Peter chuckled and snapped the clasps shut on his bag. “Ah well, Sirius has always been a touch eccentric, not that I would want him to change, not at all, I find him a breath of fresh air in this world. People are too caught up in how other people will perceive them that they fail to be true to themselves. Sirius has always been unapologetically himself, no matter what others thought.” He smiled a little, fingertips rubbing gently against the leather of his bag. “He helped me learn to be brave and confident in myself, I’ll be forever grateful to him for that.”

Remus flipped through his book until he came to the page where he had left off. “I must be grateful to him as well then, otherwise we may never have become friends. I never would’ve found the courage to approach a stranger and offer friendship, but I am glad that you did.”

Peter turned a little pink around the ears, sliding his bag first one way on the table and then another. “Yes, well, you seemed like you needed a friend and I-” He looked up and smiled a little sadly. “Well I know how that feels. James always used to say that it only takes one act of courage, just a few minutes of confidence, and you can overcome whatever you’re scared of.”

Remus nodded. “That’s a very clever way of thinking. I’ll have to practice that more in the future.”

“Speaking of practice, will you be playing at Elkwood?”

“Was there mention of it in the invitation?”

“I don’t believe so, but you never seem to be without your violin at your side. I suppose I was just curious.”

Looking down at his book, Remus shrugged a little. “I will bring it along, depending on how the night goes we shall see if I play or not.”

Peter perked up. “Excellent! I’m sure everyone would love to hear you play again, I know I never get tired of listening to your music.”

Remus smiled. “You should, with how much I work on new pieces, late into the night as well.”

“Oh no, never! I’m still not used to living alone.” His eyes darted to the fireplace. “It gets too quiet sometimes, so I find comfort in your playing.”

“Good, otherwise I’m afraid you wouldn’t stand much more of me.”

“Nonsense! I said you were welcome to stay as long as you like, and I meant it.” Pausing, Peter placed a hand decisively on his bag. “But, I will leave you now to your reading, I have some work to do anyway.”

Remus smiled. “Alright, see you at supper?”

“Yes, yes quite, enjoy your book.”

As much as he wanted to, Remus found his mind wandering off the pages of the book before him, deciding instead to sift through the information he had been given on those that would be his hosts the following weekend.

There had been something behind Mr. Black’s eyes, something that he recognized. He was carrying pain around with him, some kind of burden. Remus now knew it most likely came from his troubled childhood. That at least was one thing they had in common.

Finding no distraction in his book, he set it aside and reached for the violin case by his feet, clicking open the clasps and carefully removing the instrument. He hummed gently to himself as he tightened the bow hairs and applied fresh rosin to them.

Plucking out a few notes on the strings, he rested the violin on his shoulder and placed bow to string, closing his eyes for a moment. Taking a deep breath in. Out. In.

And then play.