and chris was the one yelling at her to be careful

Talks Machina - Live from WonderCon Highlights
  • Denise message: “One push of a button and this all comes crashing down.”
  • “I am your host for this afternoon, Affordable Chris Hardwick.”
  • Sam sings Britney Spears on command.
  • Asked what they were most surprised by: Matt talks about how surprised he was at the positivity in the community, Laura was surprised at all the sexy-time art, Sam was surprised that three fan babies (thus far) have been named after Liam and wants to emphasize that Sam is a great name as well, Liam was surprised at the number of new D&D games people have started playing.
  • Matt emphasizes the importance of the back-and-forth inherent in the online platform, so that it’s not just one-sided content production, because that’s what they wanted to avoid when agreeing to do the show.
  • Travis: “Once we got used to the random-ass cameras in the room, we just kept doing our thing.”
  • Sam: “But we always did blame Keyleth, even in the home game. Kept that consistent.”
  • Laura on the show: “It’s getting to hang out with our family every single week.”
  • Laura gets pre-show jitters every time before the show. Matt: “Don’t even talk about pre-show jitters to me, guys.” He’s generally freaking out for a full hour before each game.
  • “Some people walk out to the ring with hardcore metal music. We just yell profanities at our DM before starting.”
  • Liam is distracted mid-answer when Sam and Laura start messing with his hair.
  • Liam: “We’re not faking it, we weren’t cast. These are the closest people in my life, and they helped me work through some shit on stage, and it’s one of the greatest gifts in my life.”
  • Liam: “We are role models.” Laura: “We’re the worst.” Travis: “We’re Seal Team 6, shut up.”
  • Matt re: hellish contract-signing: “I absolutely love everything you do that is a poor choice. It fills me with such joy and inspiration.”
  • Travis: “We don’t plan on doing anything good.” Brian: “Or anything well.”
  • Sam talks about how scary and exciting it was to start playing a new character after everyone had been playing these characters for five years.
  • Everyone has some trouble with the WonderCon “some of your audience may be under 18 so be careful with your language” policy. Brian: “…I said the F-word in the introduction.”
  • Brian: “In the nearly 100 episodes of this show, there have been many, many guest stars, but would you say this one was… the first Noelle?”
  • Matt re: Rothfuss. “Yeah, the guy can write. He should write a book. Maybe a third book.”
  • Marisha: “[Keyleth]’s always gonna put her foot in her mouth at least once a week.” Travis: “And get arrested at least once a year?” Marisha: “…Yeah.”
  • Taliesin: “Percy will never stop pretending he doesn’t have anger issues.”
  • Liam: “Vax will probably always jump in front of trains to protect his family.”
  • Laura: “Vex will probably always hold grudges, and she’ll always wanna get naked in random situations. And she’ll always love Trinket.”
  • Marisha and Taliesin both don’t want to multiclass and are aiming to get to level 20. Sam? “I mean, I just asked Matt what multiclass meant.”
  • Matt wants someone to draw VM sitting in the City of Dis saying “This is fine.”
  • Matt on Vex failing persuasion checks: “Roll higher.”
  • The entire cast desperately wants Lin-Manuel Miranda to guest on the game now that he’s played some D&D.
  • The attack on Emon was one of Matt’s favorite moments as a DM.
  • Dream guests: Stephen Colbert, Lin-Manuel Miranda. Sam: “It would be nice to have the entire cast of Cats.” The Stranger Things kids. Dame Judy Dench, now that she knows how to play.
  • Laura and Sam get into a Trinket vs. Doty debate.
  • Marisha on Matt: “Every time he gets a new Dwarven Forge set, he plays house.” “It’s practicing.”
  • Sam has actually sat down to write a little bit of Taryon’s book.
  • Matt discusses the finer points of litigation in the Nine Hells.
  • Matt and Sam are meeting this week to figure out what Scanlan’s been doing while all everything has been happening.
Deranged: Part 12 (Final)

“Sometimes human places, create inhuman monsters.” -Stephen King

Warning: Contains violence and tense situations

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Warning: Smut with voyeurism and exhibitionism

A/N: This story is a tad bit longer than the other ones I had posted. So please sit back, relax, and enjoy the show!

Your name: submit What is this?

“I can’t do this anymore. It’s over, y/n.”

You stared at your boyfriend, shocked at the words that just escaped from his mouth. This was not how you saw your two year anniversary going. You had planned a nice romantic evening at your apartment for you and your boyfriend, Chris. He was supposed to come over at six for a cheesy candlelit dinner you had prepared. Followed by a movie on your cozy couch which would result in you two snuggling up together in each other’s arms. Then the night would end with a little physical contact in the bedroom and lots of R&R the next day. But of course, Chris had other plans. He came over empty handed! And not only that, he forgot it was your anniversary! Chris had expressed that he had fallen out of love with you for some time now and he wanted to seek excitement elsewhere. You were blindsided by his confession and completely heartbroken.

“But Chris, can’t we-”

“NO, Y/N! We are over! There’s nothing more you can say that will make me change my mind. Besides, I started seeing someone else.”

Chris left your apartment leaving you on the floor in a balling mess.

~~~

One Week Later…

“Y/n! This is ridiculous!” Your best friend yelled as she pulled the blinds open, letting light enter your apartment. “Besides work, you haven’t let this damn place!”

You lowered your head in shame. You didn’t mean to isolate yourself from the world but the breakup was still fresh on your mind. You had given two years of your life to a guy, thinking that he loved you only for him to tell he was bored with the relationship. It was embarrassing and also insulting. You didn’t look at the situation as if it was his choice but blamed yourself because you couldn’t keep him happy. A few tears fell from your eyes. Your best friend rushed to your side, holding you close.

“Don’t you dare cry over that asshole, y/n. He doesn’t deserve your tears or thoughts,” she wiped your cheeks. “Guys don’t think when it comes to relationships. All they want is for someone, who isn’t their mother, to take care of them and supply them with sex and food. You remembered what happened with my ex?”

You thought back to the many phone calls you two shared because her ex boyfriend. If there was a king of douche bag boyfriends, he would be it. Not only did he cheat on her but he trashed her apartment and stole her money before he disappeared. You two were up all night driving around looking for him. At the time, you were relieved Chris wasn’t like that but you also didn’t expect him to walk out on you.

“Anyways, I learned from the situation. I’m too young to settle down and now I’m living my life just the way I want it. I don’t need a boyfriend and I keep a few guys around to handle my needs. Yep! Life is just wonderful which is why I don’t want you hanging in the house anymore. Let’s invite a few more friends, get dressed up and go out tonight. What do you say?”

You thought it over for a second. To hell with Chris! If he didn’t appreciate you then it was his lost. Eventually, someone will come along and appreciate what an amazing person you were. But that day was not today, so why not go out and have fun?

“Hell yeah! Count me in!” You shouted as you jumped up from the couch, storming into your bedroom closet to look for something to wear.

A couple hours later, you, your best friend, and three other girls stood in line waiting to get inside a club. You decided on wearing a simple black dress that hung off of your shoulders and black stilettos heels. Tonight you wanted to focus solely on having fun and not about Chris and what he could possibly be doing at that moment. It wasn’t long before you were let in and the blast of music followed by people all over made you tense. Your best friend noticed.

“Relax, I know it’s been awhile since you put yourself out there but you don’t have to worry. Just enjoy yourself.” She whispered in your ear. You offered her weak smile and nodded.

As the night went on, everyone was having a good time. Your group of friends were chatting with a group of guys and you danced and drank a little too much to the point that you were tipsy. You heard your friend say something about going to another club and everyone got up to leave. You tried to keep up but ended up getting lost on the street. You checked your phone but had no signal to make a call.

As you walked around looking for them, the cool outside air sobered you up. It had been ten minutes and still no sign of your friends. You were about to hail for a cab and head home until you realized you were standing in front of a club. “Desire” spelled out in red neon lights and just below the name, words in white read “live shows”. Weird. It didn’t seem like the average place to party and held some mystery to it.

“They couldn’t have come here,” you mumbled to yourself, looking around. “What the hell. No harm in checking.”

You entered through the door and immediately felt the change in atmosphere from the previous club. The furniture and walls were white with a luminous blue light reflecting off of it. The slow sensual music was loud but not enough to hear from outside. Overall, you liked the place. Everyone there was wearing all black and a mask across their face, hiding their identity. You noticed they each sported a different color wristband as well. A man approached you. His choice of clothes, although were black, was different from everyone else’s. In fact, only six men wore that uniform.

“Good evening and welcome to Desire. May I ask which show would you be interested in?” He spoke.

“Well, I was looking for my friends. I thought had came in here but I guess I am mistaken.” You told him as you continued to look around. He could sense your curiosity and offered you light smile.

“If you are interested, I could give you a tour.”

He offered his hand to you. You were hesitant but decided to take it. You thought about your friends. Wondering if they were looking for you or if they went to the club or home. He led you through the crowd, handing you a glass of champagne along the way.

“What kind of place is this? It doesn’t seem like a club.” You asked.

“That’s because this is a lounge, for entertainment purposes only. This is the main floor. Some nights the stage is available for musical performances while the guests mingle but that’s not tonight. We offer drinks, food, and music. People pay to relax, make small talk, and to watch.”

“To watch? Watch what?” Confusion etched across your faced.

You two stopped in front a black door, shield away by a black, velvety curtain located in the back. He held the door open for you and you walked through. In this area of the lounge, the walls were red, the furniture was black, and the light shining from above was bright for you to see everything.

“Our peep shows range from whatever you desire. If you have a kink for control, then I would suggest the bdsm shows or if you’re into dress up, there’s the role play shows. Orgies, gay sex, spankings, cross dressing… you name it, we have it for your viewing.” Your head was swimming in thoughts. Out of all the places, you end up in the fetish club. It was all so overwhelming.

“So have you decided on a show?” He asked, tearing you from your thoughts. You nervously rubbed your hands together.

“Actually, this is too much for me,” you admitted, turning to face him. “I don’t even know what my kinks are. I just simply enjoyed sex.”

“Ah! I know the perfect room for you and the show is just about to start.”

The host walked over to you and placed a white wristband around your wrist. Once again he led you to a door. Inside only held a single black chair.

“Which one is this?” You were almost scared to ask.

“This is Jimin. He is the crowd’s favorite.”

“Wait!” You stopped momentarily. “Will I be the only one watching?”

“Of course. For privacy reasons, we only offer one person per room.”

He ushered you inside and entered behind you, shutting the door. You took a seat and stared ahead. The black curtain parted, opening the sensual scene to your eyes. The couple was guarded by a two-way glass screen. A dirty blonde haired man, dressed only in his boxer briefs, was kissing down a woman’s neck. She had long silky dark brown hair surrounding a beautiful face. She could have definitely considered being a model if she wasn’t an exhibitionist.

Both of them were kneeling with their bodies faced towards you. His face was concealed from your view as he kissed down her back. The bra the woman was wearing loosened and she pulled it off exposing her small breasts to your gaze. Their bodies fell forward with their backside in the air. He backed away from her to stand properly. His body was well defined and chiseled but not too muscular. His hand flipped his hair out of his face, locking eyes with you. When he did that, your heart nearly stopped beating. He was breathtakingly gorgeous. You gasped, sitting up straight in the chair.

“I see you like, Jimin.” The host whispered into your ear. You weren’t even aware, he was even there.

“Yes, he is very handsome.” You mumble, unable to take your eyes off of him.

“Maybe your kink is to watch or being watched. Come here often and you will learn why he is the crowd’s favorite. Have a good evening.”

The host exited the room, leaving you to watch the rest of the show. Jimin had turned his gaze away from you and back to his partner. She rolled over on her back, sliding her hands down her body resting on her private area. Her hand moved to the inside of her panties as she lifted her hips off of the bed. You couldn’t hear their voices or sounds but by the look on her face, you could tell she was enjoying the pleasure she gave herself. Jimin watched her with hunger in his eyes. You saw his lips move and immediately she was bent over in front of him. His underwear slid down his thighs, resting at his knees. His hands gripped her hair as his hips thrust forward. You watched him fuck her mouth as yours watered to get a taste. He reached over and slapped her panty covered ass. Your hand twitched as if he just slammed yours. Jimin suddenly pushed the girl on her back, yanking her panties off her legs. You were able to see his thick cock, standing proudly against his abs. It was then you felt a strong urge between your own legs. Closing your thighs tightly, you could feel how wet your panties were. Jimin rid himself of his last bit of clothing and closed the gap between him and his lover. He found your eyes once again as he spread her legs wide and he entered her. You softly moaned out at the same time the girl threw her head back. You watched him fucked her mercilessly wishing it was you. Soon you could see a thin layer of sweat that coated his back. You groaned to yourself. You would give anything to hear their lovemaking.

They suddenly rolled over and the woman was on top. She had braced both hands on his chest was rode him with such forced. Her hair was wild and untamed and both of their eyes were shut as they became lost in the feeling. His hands held on to her hips helping her grind on his cock. You could tell they were close by speed of their movements. The girl frozen her body, her scrunched up and her mouth hung open in a perfect ‘o’. Jimin pushed her off of him and stood. Quickly stroking himself until he came all over her face. The last thing you saw was their heavy breathing before the curtain close.

You sat there amazed at what you had just witnessed. You were on the edge of the chair and your fingers left indents in the leather. Your breathing was just as labored, you may as well have been fucking.

“Shit…” you stated, astonished.

~~~

You lied in bed, tossing and turning at the unrelieved pressure between your legs. Over and over the show played in your head since you made it home. Your friends eventually called and told you they were headed home for the night. You neglected to tell them about your mystery club and instead, wished them a good night. You thought back to how Jimin hammered into that woman. The way his muscles in his ass flexed and the satisfied look on her face, giving her quite a fuck.

“Jimin…” you breathed his name.

There was something about him that intrigued you. The look of hunger in his eyes as you stared at each other. It almost felt as though he was fucking you. You certainly felt the connection and knew why everyone favored his shows. He had a presence that invited you in. Even in that type of setting, you felt welcomed. You wondered how many women left that place panties wet, horny as hell, wishing Jimin would fuck them. Knowing them, they probably just found a random guy in the lounge and brought him home for an easy one night stand. But you… you wanted Jimin.

So it was no surprise that you went back the next night. You stared at the neon sign before walking inside. Immediately, you spotted who you were looking for and smiled.

“Good evening and welcome back to Desire. May I ask which shows are you interested in seeing tonight.” The host asked.

“I would like to see The Crowd’s Favorite. Is he available?” You replied with a smile, handing him your first payment. He smiled back and gave you a slight nod. This time he placed a red colored wristband on your arm. He led you pass the black door to the rooms where the shows were being presented. He handed you a black laced mask before leaving you by yourself.

“Enjoy the show.”

You found his specific room and entered, taking a seat in the chair. You stared at the mask in your hands, debating on whether to wear it or not. You decided not to since people had already seen your face. Taking a deep breath, you waited for the curtain to open and a minute later it did.

The same woman was laid out on the bed, her fingers buried deep within her cunt. She was the only one who was visible and you wondered where Jimin was. Her eyes were shut and her lips were parted. You thought about how it would feel to put your body on display for a man or woman to see. To let them see you spread wide, performing lewd acts by yourself or with a partner. It sounds interesting but you didn’t have the guts. Maybe that’s why Chris decided to leave. You didn’t provide enough excitement in the bedroom and your sex life became dull.

As soon as you shook the depressing thought from your mind, Jimin appeared and climbed onto the bed. He snatched the woman’s hand away from her pussy and held them both above her head. She mouthed something to him as she started fidgeting. He brought his fingers up to his mouth, wetting them before they were pressed against her clit. Slowly, his fingers rubbed circles around the nub. You watched her back arch, lifting her chest in the air. Your breathing increased as well. Jimin slipped one finger after another into her twat until three of his fingers rested inside her. He worked them slowly against her walls, ultimately speeding up his pace. You couldn’t help the sudden rush you were feeling. Your fingers found what they was looking for in the inside of your panties. You were already soaked and wasted no time plunging your fingers into your pussy, trying to match his speed. Your eyes shut momentarily as you moaned out in pleasure. When they opened, you found Jimin watching you instead of his lover. His eyes drifted down from your face to your hand inside your panties. You felt your face heat up in embarrassment but you were too far gone to stop now. You opened your legs wider and used your other hand to massage your clit. Your juices flowed down your ass and onto the leather fabric. Your eyes closed again, imagining it was his fingers. You picture his naked body leaning over you, watching as you were about to cum. You looked past your heavy lids and saw Jimin lick and bite his bottom lip, his eyes still locked on your crotched.

“Oh fuck! Fuck! FUCK!” You chanted, feeling your stomach tighten.

Your head fell back and you screamed out as your orgasm washed over you. You swallowed hard, coming to the reality of what you had done. Your legs twitched from the aftermath and your panties were now ruined. When you lifted your head to face Jimin, he had a smirk on his face and a very hard dick in his boxers. You nervously shifted in your seat before getting up and running out of the room. You left the lounge, walking in no particular direction. After awhile, you stopped to calm down.

“What the hell, y/n! How do I go back after what I just did?!” You yelled to yourself.

“Simple, you just come back and take a seat because I’d love to see what else you have up your sleeve.” A deep voice joined the conversation. You turned around only to come face to face with Jimin. You immediately turned away from him and covered your face.

“I’m so sorry. I was caught up in the moment. I don’t know what came over me?”

Jimin smiled and crossed his arms. “Why are you apologizing? I enjoyed it very much.”

“Really?” You faced him. It was then you noticed his clothes hung loosely on his person, as if he rushed to get dressed.

“Absolutely! It seemed more real and genuine, better than the other shows I’ve seen.”

“That’s because it was. I was horny and I had imagined that it was you that was touching me. Like I said be– WAIT A MINUTE! Does that mean these shows aren’t real?!”

Jimin threw his head back and laughed out loud. “Of course it’s real. We are performers. It’s our job to keep the audience entertained any way possible. But doing the same thing over and over can seem artificial or rehearsed. But I can assure you, it’s real.”

“Oh.” You mumbled, running out of words to say.

“You know, you are quite experienced for a voyeur. Have you considered being an exhibitionist?”

Your eyes widen and you vigorously shook your head. “NO! There’s no way I could do that.”

“Why not? Are you afraid you might like it?” He smirked. You blankly stared at him, unable to answer. There was a possibility that he could be right. Since you came to that place, it gave boost of confidence and a high dosage of sexual excitement that was dying to escape your body. “Do me a favor. Come to the lounge tomorrow night, same time. Wear something comfortable but have on black undergarments. I will meet you in the back.” And with that, Jimin winked at you and walked away.

~~~

The next night, you had dressed exactly how Jimin said. Wearing black cheeky panties under blue jeans and a thin black dress that you pulled up into a makeshift shirt. All hidden under your black jacket. More than the regular share of people were there when you entered the lounge. Tonight, the stage was open and everyone’s attention was on an older woman who softly sung into the microphone. You looked around but couldn’t find your usual host.

“Welcome to Desire. Are you looking for someone in particular or are you interested in a show?” A deep voice asked you.

You faced the man who was dressed as a host but the only difference was that he wore a mask. From your time being there, not once have you seen them wear one.

“Yes, I was looking for you actually.” You stated confidently. Jimin removed his mask and held out his hand which you easily took.

“I had to make sure you didn’t change your mind.”

“If I did, I wouldn’t have come tonight.”

He led you to an unknown area of the club, one you were unfamiliar with. Opening a door, you were present to tiny room with a single bed inside. When you saw the closed curtain, your stomach dropped and you could feel each nerve tighten under your skin. You didn’t know if you were ready to perform such a task.

“Take off your coat and pants” Jimin spoke. He had already shed his clothes and stood in nothing but boxer briefs. Your eyes traced over every inch of him and his body looked even better close up. With trembling hands, you removed your clothes and handed it him. He sat them off to side and pulled you over to the bed. He stood in front of you, taking in your figure. You took deep slow breaths to calm yourself. Jimin picked up on your mood.

“You know you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I won’t be upset that my beautiful date for the night decided to leave me.” He joked. You smiled, feeling a bit bashful.

“Well I already came this far and I wondered what it was like to be watched.”

“But I already watched you.”

You thought for a moment before answering. “Yes, but it I wanted to experience being watched while someone does explicit things to my body. Knowing that you were watching me, only lit the flame and what I want is a forest fire.”

Jimin walked closer, his lips barely touching yours. “Was I the one doing explicit things to your body?”

“Every time.” You breathed out.

“Relax, close your eyes, and tell me about it.”

You close your eyes and felt his presence move away from you. You cheered yourself on in your head, trying to recant your fantasies. “First, you would approach me quietly, leaving wet kisses on my neck. Your hands would roam over my breasts, lightly massaging them.”

As you spoke, you felt Jimin’s hard figure behind you. His hands gently traced up your sides, moving from under your arms to cup your breasts. He fondled the mounds of soft tissue, rubbing his thumbs along your now hard nipples. His head leaned against yours and you felt his warm breath in your ear.

“What kind of shy girl leaves home without a bra? I guess you’re not as innocent as you think.” You moaned out feeling your wetness coat your underwear. “Come on, don’t slow down now, baby. Tell me what else I do to you.”

“One of your hands goes inside my panties and you tease me before finger fucking me.”

He lifted your right leg in the air, hooking his arm under it. His hand eased their way inside your panties, rubbing his fingers along your wet lips. Your head fell back on his shoulder and your hand massaged his scalp. His other hand slipped under your dress and pinched your nipple. Spreading out his fingers, Jimin was able to play with clit and tease your entrance. You were so wet, you were dripping down your thighs.

“Open your eyes.” He whispered in your ear.

You opened your eyes and lifted your head back into its position on your shoulders. The curtains were wide open and a woman sat in the chair in front of you. She was wearing her mask so you couldn’t see her face but the look in her eyes told you everything. She was just as interested as you had been when you first showed up. Jimin lowered your leg and moved his hands away. He turned your body to face his as he gripped your panties and yanked them down your legs. He pulled the neckline of your dress down, stretching it as he bent his head to capture your areola in his mouth. As he sucked, you felt his tongue flicking at your nipple. His tongue traced up your body until his mouth found yours. The kiss was a very heated one. Your tongue explored every inch of his mouth and vice versa.

“Let’s give our guest the proper performance, shall we?” He stated. You smiled and nodded. Jimin help pulled your dress off. “Lay on the bed on your back with your head hanging over.”

You followed his command, staring at his upside down figure. Jimin pulled down his boxers, showing off his semi hard cock. When he leaned over to touch your pussy, you came face to face with his genitals. You felt both of his arms wrap around your waist before you were being lift in the air. Almost immediately, his tongue invaded your other lips. Steadying one hand on his thigh and the other around his shaft, you sucked down the mushroom tip. Like a cock hungry slut, you eagerly shoved his cock in your mouth. Taking in as much as you can. Jimin groaned as he lapped at your clit. He licked to your opening, shoving his tongue in as deep as it could go. You were the wettest you had ever been and he was drinking down every drop. You could feel yourself tightening around his little pink muscle.

“Hold it in. We are not done yet.”

Jimin lowered you to the floor and maneuvered you over to the glass screen so that your body was pressed up against it. In one stroke he entered you, squishing your breasts to the glass. The woman almost fell out of her chair at the view she was getting. Jimin pounded into your pussy, spreading your ass cheeks to sink in deeper. You were a moaning mess, the element of pleasure plastered across your face. You pushed your backside against him wanting to feel more.

“Lift your leg up so she can see what I’m doing to you. I want this image burned into her mind.” Jimin growled, sinking his teeth into your shoulder blade.

You did what he said only to feel his hand come around your waist. He pinched your swollen clit between his thumb and middle finger, using his index to flick the bundle of nerves. His hips picked up speed occasionally grinding himself into you. Your sweaty hands slid down the screen, as you were on the verge of cumming. If only you could witness what the woman was seeing. This was your third come coming to the club, it all boiled down to this moment. Falling apart in front a stranger’s eyes all because of Jimin’s actions. Your breathing increased and you could no longer hold back your excitement.

“Oh God!” You screamed out, releasing so hard Jimin’s cock was forced out of your cunt.

You gasped for air, still feeling your high as your juices puddling under you. Jimin watched you in amazement. He had his usual pleased smirk on his face. But the show wasn’t over just yet. Falling to your knees, you grasped his cock in your hands stroking him to release. You opened your mouth and held out your tongue, waiting on his salty white liquid to land on it. It wasn’t long before his legs buckled and rope after rope of sperm spurted all over your face. There was so much, it almost covered your face entirely.

By now the curtain had closed and Jimin was cleaning you up with a fresh towel. As soon as he finished, he pulled you down onto the bed so you two could rest. Your mind raced with thoughts of what you had just done. A big smile spread across your face. You didn’t think you could do it but you did and was proud of yourself. You suddenly felt like a different person.

“You know, you never told me your name.” He chuckled, interrupting your thoughts. You slapped your palm against your forehead. How could you be so forgetful?

“Oh my God, you’re right! I don’t know when I became such a daring person. My name is y/n.”

“Well y/n, it is nice to meet you. But I think you’ve always been that way and you’re just now finding out what interests you. You are a natural born exhibitionist and I would like to help you explore more of that side. Plus more.”

You were silently hoping that this experience with Jimin wouldn’t just be a one-time thing but you also weren’t ready to show your body off every night like he did.

“Let me think it over, okay?”

~~~

One Month Later

You didn’t know how in the world you found yourself sitting across from Chris at a restaurant but you were. He had suddenly called you up out of the blue asking if you were available to talk. And you agreed because he denied you the talk you wanted when he walked out. He stared at you, taking in your appearance. He smiled as he talked.

“I’m glad you decided to join me today. It’s good to see you, y/n. I don’t know what it is but you have this glow about you. You look nice.”

“Thank you. What did you want to talk about?”

He cleared his throat and moved nervously in his seat. “Well, I want to apologize for what happened the last time we talked. I was a jerk for how I treated you and I’m sorry.”

“Mmm…” You raised an eyebrow, sipping on your drink. Your phone dinged and you picked it up to check the message. Chris rubbed his hands together and leaned forward.

“And I was wondering if you could give us another shot? I miss you and I realize you are the woman for me.” He smiled. You felt your heart beating rapidly in your chest at his words. You didn’t think you ever heard him say it. You put your phone down and stared into his eyes.

“Is that how you really feel, Chris?”

“It is,” he took your hand in his. “I really want this. I love you y/n.”

You smiled. “That’s good to hear… but I think that’s the problem. I’m too much of a woman for you,” you stated as you pulled your hand away, gathering your things to leave. “I don’t want to be with a guy who is quick to toss me aside because he thinks I’m no longer valuable. Not once did you talk to me and express how unhappy you were. Instead you decided to leave me looking for something better and judging by how you are back in my face asking for a second chance, I assumed you didn’t find it. I’m sorry, Chris but I’m not someone you drop and pick up every time you feel you want a girlfriend.”

You stood to leave but decided to offer a few choice words to your ex boyfriend. “So to put it frankly, you don’t deserve another second of my time. Fuck no and fuck you! Have a nice life.”

You blew him a kiss and walked away. You smiled brightly as you walked up to Jimin, who was waiting by his car. He looked damn good in all black with his blonde hair blowing in the wind. When he spotted you, he returned your smile and opened his arms when you embraced him. You two shared a brief kiss and Chris, who was watching the entire time, turned his head away in anger. Jimin helped you into the passenger side before he hopped in the driver’s seat. He pulled off, driving to nowhere in particular. You took his hand in yours and the two of sat back and enjoyed the ride.

Your best friend was right. You were young and didn’t need a boyfriend. Not when you had your favorite performer ready to dick you down and turn you out when you needed it. Yes, life was marvelous!

The Punch. // Chris Evans Imagine

summary: Some people fall in love the moment they meet each other’s eyes. Some fall in love when they least expect it. But for you and Chris, you had literally fallen in love with this man. 

word count: 1000+

warnings: angsty(ish), accidental violence, fluff 

“Y/N, I want to see anger, please! Your mad, frustrated. Give him everything! Chris, I know you don’t want to but push it, push her, fight her. She’s betrayed you. Let’s roll, don’t stop till I say, alright? GO!” 

I threw the first punch, letting the sound of my fist fill the stadium’s hollow walls. He took a swift blow to my stomach to which I went with a 360 hit on the side. We both knew our next moves, we’ve rehearsed this for two weeks. I knew his next move was a punch to the face that sent me to the ground, to which I blew him away. I just didn’t know that the punch was actually going to take place. I must’ve moved, that must’ve been the case. No other reason could explain the punch but it hurt like a son of a bitch. 

Chris had moved out, getting himself out of my attack and then stepped back, taking one brief second before taking the swing, which sent me to the ground, in literal tears. He knew, the moment his knuckles hit my cheek that he had accidentally made contact with my face. “YN!” I thought I heard Anthony yell cut far off in the distance, but everything sounded so fuzzy. I felt Chris’ hand on my own that covered my face and I heard someone screaming for a bus, but couldn’t make sense of the term in the moment.

 “YN, baby, please look up. YN, oh god, oh god what have I done? Fuck! YN, please baby.” I used all my strength and mental compacity to make my body move around just a little so Chris would know I was still alive, just very stunned. 

“BACK UP! FUCKIN’ BACK UP!” I slowly opened my already swollen eye and was greeted to my boyfriend, in tears. 

“Chris? Chris? W-w-what. What’s going on?” I started to panic with the look on his face, he looked so..scared. What was so scary about my face?  

“Chris?” It didn’t make sense. Why are people were touching me? Grabbing at me? Crowding around asking me weird questions?

“YN, oh my god. I’m so sorry, I-I-I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m so s-s-sorry.” I gave him a gentle smile but quickly had my attention diverted to our security guard coming up with the Emergency Care men. 

“Ok, YN can you get up? We’re gonna have you go get checked out at the hospital, okay? Can you get up?” I muttered a yes and with the help of Sebastian and Mackie, I got to my feet, wobbling slightly.  

“Miss, do you know what happened?” I nodded, looking around the room, getting used my surroundings that I had suddenly forgotten were there,“Yeah, yeah. I’m just… dazed almost. Sorry. Um, I’m fine! It’s all good, thank you, everyone.” 

I looked down and saw him standing next to a pool of blood, hands burrowed in his hair, tears dripping down his nose. I saw one of the producers kneeling down next to Chris, trying to calm him down. Walking over, I held my empty hand out to him, and he looked up slowly. Tears on his face falling like a river stream. 

“Chris. Sweetheart,” My heart fell at the sight of the sorrow in those eyes that were as blue as a cloudless June sky. His watery eyes move to meet mine. His eyes held a harsh red, burning hatred for himself. 

“Common, let’s go get me checked out, huh?” He sniffled, nodded softly while getting to his feet. Gripping my hand, he walked me out to the bus. Chris took a cloth I’d been handed and wiped off some of the blood that was creating a red stained river down my lips, chin, and neck.

“I still hate myself, ya know?” I sighed and looked up at Chris. I saw his face distorted in a wallowing self-anger and regret. “Well I don’t, and neither should you. I moved, it’s my fault anyway!” 

He shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose, trying to keep the tears in. 

“No. No, it’s fuckin’ not. Because I’m supposed to take care of you, and what did I do? Cause you severe pain! Like god damn it, come on! I should’ve backed up! The fact that I caused you pain…it kills me.” 

I smiled at his words and scooted over on the couch, patting a spot for him to take next to me. Taking his hands, I pulled them onto my lap, putting my own on top of them, as if I was keeping them from leaving. 

“Christopher Robert Evans, you look at me right now.” Slowly but surely he pulled up his foggy eyes. “I know that you think this is your fault, and maybe it is but the fact that you are killing yourself over it makes you the best man in the world. You are the sweetest, kindest, most loving man I know. You make my day instantly better when I can see you smile, see you happy. You love without conditions and that’s why… I am in love with you.” Chris’s eyes froze, and I panicked. Oh no, it’s too soon.

It’s too soon, he doesn’t lo- “Thank god. Because I’ve been fuckin’ in love with you since the day we met.” I felt the biggest smile spread on my face and tears fall down my cheeks from my misty eyes. “G-good.” 

I couldn’t control the sob that fell from my lips and the kiss that landed on his. Chris deepened the kiss and let his hands move to my hips, pulling me onto his lap. I fit into his stature perfectly. 

His lips moved with mine and pulled me into him like an ocean’s current. Letting me go just a little, only to pull me back towards him with a stronger force. I needed oxygen by now so I pulled out. 

Breathless, my voice came out as a whisper. “Do you forgive yourself now?” 

He smiled and nodded, “Only because I’ve just confessed my biggest secret to you.”


anonymous asked:

I noticed most if not all of the "directed by women" posts you've done so far have been about actresses, which got me wondering. Who are the male actors that have done a good job of working with many women directors? I know many big stars have a terrible track record in this regard, but are there any you can think of that have been more praiseworthy?

There are definitely male actors out there who do work with women directors frequently. Like you said, none of the big stars, but lots of respectable actors that you have heard of. Just generally I’m too lazy to do a “directed by women” post about them because I tend to care about actresses more. 

Obviously I have done one of David Oyelowo, who I love for his love of women directors!

Other names: Keanu Reeves (he obviously worked with the Wachowskis when they were still presenting as men, but he’s also worked with Bigelow, Ana Lily Amirpour, Marisa Silver, Nancy Meyers, Courtney Hunt and more. Also Victoria Mahoney who directed Yelling to the Sky said he gave her an undisclosed sum of money to help get that movie made because they know each other and when he saw the racism and sexism she faced he decided to do something to help her), Ralph Fiennes (another one who’s worked with Bigelow, his sister and a whole bunch of other women I can’t remember), Tom Wilkinson (who has worked with some of my faves like Amma Asante, Ava DuVernay and Sandra Goldbacher among others), John Hawkes (worked for Miranda July, Debra Granik and more), Tom Hiddleston got his start with Joanna Hogg (who he made three films with) but like most successful actors he did seem to veer away from women directors once he got more famous, but then he did recently work for Susanne Bier, Gael García Bernal has worked with quite a few women directors all over the world (including Amy Heckerling!). 

Those are the ones that immediately pop into my head, I’m sure there are more I’m forgetting about. 

I will say that I’ve noticed a new trend that if a guy shows up in 1 film directed by a woman he usually shows up in more quickly afterwards (like Jack O’Connell did Unbroken and Money Monster in short order and Chris Pine signed on to A Wrinkle in Time shortly after Wonder Woman). 

There is no doubt in my mind that there is a sorority of women directors who talk to each other about which male actors are safe to work with. Gina Prince-Bythewood basically said as much in an interview where after having a bad experience with a male actor who wouldn’t listen to her she’ll only work with actors who have worked with women before and she’ll call up fellow directors to see who has a good reputation and who doesn’t. Hopefully the younger generation of Hollywood actors are interested in pushing this issue because a lot of the older generation either don’t care or actively worked to destroy or impede the careers of women directors. 

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Pairing: Racer!Steve Rogers x Reader (AU)

Summary: Two time Formula One champion Steve Rogers faced one of his worst fears during his race in Austin, TX.

A/N: I dont know what this is, okay, this had been stuck in my head for days ever since I found out that Sebastian Vettel is having a kid and ahhhhh I just really need to get it out of my system. Sorry for so many racing terms I chuck in there. 

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Title: Just the Three of Us (Part 9.)

CHAPTER TITLE: Welcome Home

Part 1. - Part 2.  - Part 3. - Part 4. - Part 5. - Part 6. - Part 7. - Part 8.

Character(s): Negan x Reader x Simon (post-apocalypse)
Summary:
Negan and Simon welcome the Reader to her new home.
Word Count: 4,053
Author’s Note: I am so excited to delve into this latter half of this story. I have no idea what’s going to happen between these three (kidding, maybe I do, who knows really lmao). But I just want to thank everyone who likes, replies, and even sends me asks about this story. It truly means the world to me; you guys have no idea! So, thank you so much and I hope you enjoy! :) 

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You thought everything was a dream. You were afraid to wake up and realize that you were still in that abandoned house with Chris and the other two men. You were afraid that you were simply dreaming of Negan and Simon coming to your rescue.

But, you knew that somehow the bed you were lying on was much comfier than the one at the abandoned house. Quietly, you grunted at the pain your body felt; it was such a long time since you had a good rest.

Slowly, you opened your eyes to see Negan and Simon talking amongst one another at the couch. You looked around, furrowing your brows at the unfamiliar room.

Maybe you weren’t dreaming after all.

“[Y/N]…” Simon said.

You shook your head, covering your ears. “You’re not real. Fuck! I’m losing my mind,” you mumbled to yourself, sitting up and shutting your eyes.

For once, you wished you had woken up from whatever hallucination you had slipped into. This was torture. You could hear Simon’s voice so clearly and when you looked at Negan, he seemed so real.

“Doll, it’s us… We’re here,” Negan cooed.

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Word Count: 2031
Author’s Note: So I have this personal headcanon that Bones loves filthy limericks, but he’s too much of a gentleman to share them unless he’s really, really intoxicated. This, coupled with his horrible flirting in Into Darkness, gave me this fic to share with you. tagging @youre-on-a-starship​ and @outside-the-government​ because they both expressed such interest in the idea.


You’d heard about the legendary shore leave shenanigans of the Enterprise crew, even before you’d been assigned to her. Rumour had it things got absolutely crazy on the first night, and tapered off from there, depending on your division. Operations was rumoured to party the hardest, partly to remind themselves they were alive, you guessed. You’d been told they remembered to toast their absent friends individually every night. Science was the next most likely to go on a prolonged tear, but you didn’t find that difficult to believe. Science held within it the Medical Corp, and you’d never met a nurse who wasn’t just a little bit wild. Additionally, the science labs were full of the kind of equipment that allowed bored officers to brew moonshine. That left Command as the Cinderella squad, destined to leave before the party really got started. But it was a comparative scale, really, and you suspected with a captain like Jim Kirk, the Command division wasn’t going to be leaving the ball before the fun started.

You’d been aboard for about six months when shore leave was announced, and you hoped your liver was up to the task. The gleam in Christine Chapel’s eye suggested it might not be.

“Come on, Doc,” she gestured to you. “We should find out what they’ve been cooking in the back of the lab.”

“I don’t know about this,” you replied, hesitant. She laughed and linked her arm in yours.

“First shore leave is always the worst. Just plan to alternate booze and water, and put a hypo at your bedside. You can step whoever you wake up with through giving it to you,” she winked.

“Whoever I wake up with?” You gaped. You hadn’t been on the ship long enough to make those types of connections.

“Think of it like a rite of passage, Y/N. Eventually, you’ll make a mistake and sleep with someone on this boat. You’re better off doing it sooner than later. And better to do it drunk on shore leave. Because then you can blame not knowing people better, and too much booze,” she explained. You shook your head.

“I don’t know, Chris, that seems pretty calculated.” You couldn’t help but blush just thinking about trying to seduce any of the crew you’ve met so far. There wasn’t really anyone who did anything for you. Well, there was one person. Who was completely off limits.

“You’ll thank me for this wisdom later, Doc.” She winked, and continued to lead you through the maze of the lab until you reached the very back. “Hey, Jameson, what’s cooking back here?”

“Would you believe I’ve managed a completely flavourless 100 proof coming out of the still right now?” Lt. Jameson grinned. “We’ll have to be very careful with it.” She offered a beaker to Christine who took a sip and tipped her head, her eyes wide.

“Oh, wow. That’s smooth,” she breathed, her eyes wide. “Try it, Y/N.” She pressed the beaker into your hand and you gave her a worried look as you tilted the glass to take a sip. It tasted like water, but it burned going down.

“Oh, that’s trouble,” you commented, garnering a laugh from both women. Christine clapped you on the back.

“Stick with me, Doc. I’ll make sure you survive,” she promised.


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Quarterback Comeback - Chris Evans

Request: Okay so you wrote the Falcon fan story, think you can write one where the reader is a Patriots fan? Because if I had been at that game I would have been flipping out right along side him! & 

Request: Hey, do you think you can write a Chris Evans x Reader at the Superbowl, she’s also a Pats fan, and sooo much into the game. And they both yell the same thing at the same time and Chris notices her and like immediate crush, please?

A/N: Sorry if this is a bit cramped or any sort of football terminology is off, I tried to be accurate as I could. I even watched highlights of the game and went on the NFL website to look up the players, lmao. I hope this is good for both requests! Lots of love - R .x 

people: Chris!SuperBowl - Reader ft. Scott Evans & Jeremy Renner

warnings: nope.


“Yeah! Fuck yeah! Is this was euphoria feels like? Cause I’m high as a fuckin’ kite, that was sick, man!” You gave a double high five to Renner before turning to take a sip of your beer, which was missing. 

What the fuck, who takes a beer at the Super Bowl? Are we savages?

“Chris, I think someone stole my beer, Imma go get another-” Just as you were searching through your purse you glanced up at your boyfriend to see him frozen, with a beer situated right on his lips.

Popping up, you snatched your beer out of the thieves hands. Putting it on your other side knowing Renner would spit it out any of the beer if he decided to steal it. It was Bud Light and Renner was too fancy for that shit, so he says.

“Hey! Asshole! Ain’t you got millions? Get your paws off my drink!” I poked at Chris’s Patriot covered chest and saw those blue eyes begin their trick of puppy dog eyes, the ones I never could resist from him, ever.

“I thought we share now? Besides, it’s like God is upon us now! We have a fucking lead we’re so close, babe. We’re gonna win. I know it. Forget the beer we are going to be champions again-” We swing our heads as Scott yells out for us to look out onto the field- oh fuck.

“BRADY! FUCK YEAH! OH, MY GOD! YES, YES YES!”

“BRADY! FUCK YEAH! OH, MY GOD! YES, YES YESSSSSSSS!”

You saw your second boyfriend (to be fair, Chris didn’t really care and actually would agree anytime you talked about how Tom’s ass looked damn fine in his uniform. 

“Are you two fuckin’ like psychic? What the hell?” You both turned to Renner and rose a brow to him,

“What do ya mean?” Chris took a swig of his own beer can, and let his eyes drift back and forth to the field as Brady got Pat’s for his slide into the 40-yard line.

“You two have been yelling the same thing at the exact same time for like twenty minutes, I’d think you’ll we’re from the shining if you guys weren’t fuc-” 

Punching his shoulder you just smirked at Renner and shook your head, “It’s called telekinesis, Jer. We get it whenever we watch sports. It’s like all of a sudden we share a brain-” You took a slow glare to Chris jokingly, “And apparently beer’s now too…”

Chris only laughed and grasped your waist, pulling you snug into his side as the team set up again. “You think they’ll come back from 3 to 28?” 

Scott asked nonchalantly, only to have you and Chris simultaneously tell him, “Yeah we fuckin’ arah! We turning this steamboat around.”

You giggled at this weird formation that only now you realized looked probably quite disturbing outside of your mind and Chris’s as well. “We’re weird, aren’t we?”

“Yup. Psychos whose team is about to lock this shit down.” You gave Chris a peck to his arm before turning back to the game, only to see a goddamn miracle happen as White took a dive, landing a touchdown but just inches.

“Yeah! Oh, my! God!” You and Chris looked at each other with eyes filled to the brim with joy. Except, normally the passion that was in between you was not because a sweaty guy just got sacked by a bunch of other sweaty guys and managed to still land a touchdown.

“Still worried we ain’t gonna win, Scottie?” You leaned over and looked at Scott as he gave you a fuck off smirk and shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Oh good, god. I’m gonna have to have to Chris’s in my life now? Is this what it’s gonna be like, every time the Patriot’s get to the Super Bowl? Because if so, I’m gonna start charging you both for my additional weekly therapy sessions.” 

Chris just laughed loudly, clapping his heads as he threw his head back, obviously getting a bit Drunk Happy. You just chuckled to yourself and downed the rest of my beer, setting it aside and focusing back on the game.

                                                          …

You knew they were going to make a comeback, it was what New Englander’s did. We turned around in the last moments and came together to fucking smash the glass ceiling every time. We never stop and we don’t even let our minds wander in the final hours of the game. To see the ball make it across the white line, and into the zone, landing us Patriots, another. Fucking. Win.

Confetti went off as you and Chris jumped up and down, high from the electricity in the air of fellow Bostonians and Englander’s cheering the team for their miraculous victory. “Oh my god! Yes! Yeah, yeah, yeah!” You shouted along with Chris as we roared with the fans. 

Taking in the victory of another win. Feeling Chris tug slightly on your arm made you turn towards him only to be picked up by the inward curve of your waist, and have a pair of beer tasting lips kiss you fiercely. Not bothering in holding back anything between you both as he kissed you with as much force as he could without pain. You draped your arms around his neck, letting your legs snake around his waist. Suddenly forgetting you were in public and people we most likely filming this. You frankly, give a damn, because your Quarterback was kissing from the victory. 

You almost pulled away from Chris with the love he poured into the kiss, feeling as if it was too much for your body to handle with all the excitement and beer running through you, right now. He pulled his head away and gave a dreaming, toothy grin that made you giggle softly into his neck while leaned in. You embraced the teddy bear of a man while swaying together back and forth in almost a hypnotic motion. Letting the cheers take you both different places. It was weird looking at everyone jumping and screeching, yet you’d just been that person who was tugging at their hair, grabbing anyone in sighting to tug them towards the scene below you, or even just shouting fuck over and over.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the chaos that surrounded you both, and the euphoria that laid in between are bodies, almost like we found a transportation device and we’re no longer at the stadium. We’re just together, loving one in another in a celebration of joy and love. After the last year, this win felt more than a victory for the Patriots, it felt like a win for you and Chris, personally. 

After the fights that you both went through together, united as one for the injustice that America was receiving these days, and much more to come, it sucked to believe tomorrow would resume normally. You kept in mind that in this moment, confetti popped and fell all around us, some catching even in your tangled locks.

“I mean, I hate to say this, Scott, but look how cute the Shining twins are? It’s like a football romantic dramedy!” Chris’s friend John teased you both as he pointed his camera towards us both, making Scott laugh and swat at John’s camera 

“Hey! It’s only during football season we become one. The rest of the time we are in a war together on who is better than the other at what. Let’s be honest, babe. I’m better, always.”

You slapped Chris on the chest and giggled, taking his unfinished Bud light from behind him, and slowly bringing it to your lips, “You keep telling yourself that, Buddy Boy. Just remember that we have film age of me kicking your ass all the way to Colorado in table tennis.”

“Shots already fired and we aren’t even out of the damn stadium yet!” Scott groaned, smacking his hand to his forehead. Jeremy let out a gruff laugh and patted my back as you situate yourself back on the ground again, fixing your top that had risen slightly.

“Congrats Scott on your newest sibling!” Jeremy teased to across at Scott who was smiling and shaking his head. “I’m in for a new hearing aid when they have a baby and becomes the ultimate super pat’s fan. Can you imagine?”

“Yes, I can, dork! And she’s also part of the team and is alongside all the best players and has gotten twenty super bowl rings so yeah!” You smiled at Chris delicately, as if he was suddenly made of glass. His voice never wavered when he replied to Scott, meaning he’d thought about our daughter in the NFL before. Not just making it up right now.

“Hmm, Baby Evans, Quarterback for the Patriots and winner of… a noble peace prize! I like that, babe. Let’s go start planning her future college fund, right now! Well, after we celebrate, then we can start her college fund and map out where she’ll play in college…”

Chris smiled and jumped for joy like a jumping bean suddenly made its way into his heart. Chris couldn’t help but dream about the perfection of you and him, crossed together to make the most amazing human being.

Chris knew that whatever gender, whatever personality, they’d have a Quarterback baby. It wasn’t the worst thing in the world to think about, though. He couldn’t help but smile more and more at the thought of a baby Evans wandering around during a future Super bowl, with a tiny Brady jersey on during the game.

Something to look forward too, in the next few years. 

At least that was Chris’s hope.


I can’t keep my Chris!Dad feels down, guys!!! I mean like look below, COME ONNNNN! They always come out in my writing, lol. I hope you enjoyed it! 

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A/N: Epilogue time! Yes, this is the end to Chapter One of my next Chris Evans Mini Series. I guess you can call this a spin off. So glad you all joined me on this incredible journey ❤️ (Unexpected Reader - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A/3B/Part 4A/4B/Part 5A/5B)

Chris’ lips rested against the mouth of his beer bottle. He couldn’t help his smile as he watched you with his niece, Stella. You were both on your hands and knees searching for a four leafed clover in a patch of what seemed like mostly three leafed clovers. She’d asked if you’d help her find one after she’d saw your clover pendant resting between your collarbones and you’d told her it brought good luck. Chris was about to go over and help when he saw you’d found one; you held it up with great triumph and passed it to an excitable Stella, who threw her arms around you to give you a great big hug as a thank you. You hugged her back, looking over at Chris. You smiled when you saw that he was already smiling at you, then chuckled when he winked at you. Your eyes fell to his lips when he deliberately drank his beer in slow motion, the smugness on his face told you that he knew exactly what he was doing to you. You shook your head at him with a bit back smile as Stella ran off and you rose to your feet.

“Stop it, Chris,” you instructed him when you joined his side.

“Stop what?” He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into him.

“You know what,” you chuckled and he bit back his cheeky smile. “So stop it.”

Chris just laughed and pressed a kiss against the side of your head. In return, you smiled and wrapped your arm around his waist and leaned your head against him. It’d only been a few days since you officially became a couple, but everything was going swimmingly. It was apparently because you were still going through the honeymoon phase, but you and Chris didn’t believe in that. If you were with the right person, it wouldn’t matter how short of how long you’d been together- things were always going to stay in the honeymoon phase. It was hard to predict the future, but you and Chris were pretty freaking sure the both of you were going to stay in that phase for a very, very long time.

You felt your phone buzz in your back pocket and you took your arm off Chris to check it. You’d taken a week off school to spend the week in Boston with Chris and his family before he had to leave for Atlanta. You’d promised your professors you’d do your studies via distance education so every buzz was either another lecture in MP4, or assignment notes in PDF. Chris felt terrible about making you miss your classes, but you assured him that it was fine. You were a staff favorite and you were on good terms with majority of your classmates; they were all more than happy to help while you pursue a love that was clearly going to bring you a lot of joy.

You knew missing class to be with a boy was dumb, that past you would’ve berated present you for putting a boy over your own education and budding career. But you also knew future you would thank you, she would thank you because the boy you were with wasn’t just any boy. He was a man that was going to give you the entire universe when you thought you only deserved a single star; a man that was going to love you unconditionally and eternally; a man that was going to take care of you and put your needs above his; a man that was going to do anything to help you make your dreams come true. Now making you miss class to spend time with him before he left for his job seemed to contradict that point, but he had something up his sleeve. But that was something he was going to keep aside until you graduated, as not just a graduation present but also an act of incredible love and faith.

“Do you need to get to your laptop?” He asked when he saw that you’d received another lecture. “Are you sure?” He asked when you shook your head with a reassuring smile, slipping your phone back into your pocket because you wanted to be present. “I can take you back, we can grab a plate and head back to the house. Ma wouldn’t mind, she actually yelled at me for making you miss school,” he admitted with a sheepish smile.

“It’s fine, it’s only Professor Killian’s lecture,” you told him and he felt slightly better. “Relax,” you chuckled because he only felt slightly better; his eyes displayed his extreme guilt. “I’m a good student, I can manage missing a week. Plus- it’s not like I’m not working while I’m here, I am. I’m fine, Chris,” you pressed your hand against his face as you assured him.

“Okay,” he kissed your palm; you smiled and pulled your hand away. You heard Chris chuckle as you wrapped your arm back around Chris’ waist. “Incoming,” he whispered into your ear and you smiled at Scott, his brother, who was walking over to join you. He had a frown on his face which worried you until Chris explained, “he’s pissed about your hat.” You laughed, because of course he was; you were wearing a Yankees cap in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. “I told you not to wear it, but you didn’t listen.”

“Navy blue looks good on me,” you pouted.

“Yeah it does,” he nodded, laughing as he kissed your head again.

“You really are smitten with her, aren’t you?” Scott teased Chris, smiling at you because he liked you; he’d made it pretty clear to you and Chris and the rest of his family. “I still remember you arguing with your director because you didn’t want to wear a Yankees cap for The Nanny Diaries, and now you’re actually kissing the uniform of the enemy?” Chris rolled his eyes and you laughed along with Scott. “Wow, the girl’s got you whipped.”

“Fuck off, Scott,” Chris chuckled, playfully shoving his brother. “This is not whipped, this is love.” He said to him, smiling at you; you smiled back. “Yes, I hate the Yankees but- my love for Y/N trumps that hate, so-” he took his ‘Natural Addiction’ cap off his head and swapped it with your Yankees cap; the one that he’d jokingly said would burn his skin if he touched it. “Boom, I’ve put on the uniform of the enemy.”

“Traitor,” Scott pretended to shoot Chris a death stare, but he was secretly happy to see how serious his brother was about a girl. In Chris’ defense, you were a pretty freaking amazing girl; his whole family thought so and didn’t even flinch at the fact that you wore a Yankees hat. “We’re going to have to disown you after this barbecue, you know that right?” You and Chris laughed. “You are a bad influence, Miss Y/L/N. What’s wrong with the Boston Red Sox?”

“Nothing,” you chuckled, “I just like wearing the hat ‘cause I like how I look in navy blue.”

“And if she likes wearing this hat ‘cause she likes how she looks in navy blue,” he swapped your hats back around, “she can go right ahead.” You felt your smile widen; it was a small act, but also huge if you knew what Chris was like when it came to sports and his Boston teams. “I’ll even defend her from fanatics like you,” he told him, squeezing you tightly.

“Aw,” Scott cooed mockingly, even though he found the two of you incredibly cute together. “Okay,” he held his hands up in surrender. “I’ll back off before he pulls another terrible prank on me. Did you hear about the time he made-”

“You pee your pants?” You laughed when Scott shot a laughing Chris a weary look. “Yup, I know all the embarrassing stories. I’m not only a fan, but I’ve been friends with Chris for a while now. It’s okay, Scott,” you called as he walked away, pretending to pout. “I thought it was mean on Chris’ part.” He glanced over his shoulder and smiled at you, winking; you definitely had his approval. “I’m nailing this whole family meeting, aren’t I?”

“Mm hm,” Chris nodded, placing both hands on your waist to turn you towards him. “I mean- I did do the hard yards for you, so don’t get too cocky.” He teased you and you smiled, tugging at his hat before wrapping your arms around his neck. “But come on, did you expect anything less from your amazing self? You had me at 'thanks for the input I didn’t ask for’.” He continued to tease you and you laughed, feeling your cheeks heat up as you buried your face in his chest. He laughed and hugged you tightly, mumbling into your hat, “you know I love you, Y/N.”

“Yeah,” you grinned, looking up to meet his gaze. “And you know I love you too.”

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things that I think get overlooked a lot about Bitty’s friend group:  

Farmer is Bitty’s pledge daughter-in-law. Which to me means they probably have each other’s numbers and text about topics related and unrelated to Chris. (and ok, Farmer in my book is a wiz in the kitchen so this is how they BOND but that’s just me)

Farmer dropping by to Lardo’s room at odd intervals because the volleyball team has too much drama but the hockey boys are too loud (and yes Lardo lives in the haus too but the sanctity of her room is respected for the most part) and them painting nails or binge watching Crazy-Ex Girlfriend or making plans to go on trips they’ll probably never find time for and Farmer always letting Lardo complain about people first because Farmer’s the one who decided to mooch off her room 

Lardo and Nursey getting close because of weed and Shitty (but what if they hung out the summer before Year 2 and they were tight by the first week of school and what if “chill” used to grate on Lardo until she got to know him better and learned that chill means a lot of diff things) 

ok you can say it’s “Bitty’s” or it’s “Jack’s” but it’s really Shitty’s. Shitty who became attached at the hip to the “coke addict douchebag”. Shitty who ngl probably crushed way too hard on the manager and made it a point to always remind people that she was just as much a part of the team as everyone else (dibs anyone?). Shitty came up with Ransom and Holster’s nicknames for fuck’s sake. Shitty was originally supposed to be Bitty’s best friend (although that shifted a bit I think we should never undervalue their friendship and how important it is esp during Year 1).  (And yea I guess if you want to apply it to the Frogs, he was already friends with Nursey, he and Dex has this weird argument relationship, and he really respects Chowder/there should be more moments like “the motherfuck between the poles”)

Tango being C’s pledge son (see this) you can’t convince me otherwise 

Chris trying to get the tadpoles acclimated to the team because he remembers what it’s like to be the new guy. 

Jack’s relationship with each Frog. Like c’mon: I think he empathizes a fuck ton with the aloof chill of Nursey. Sign me up for 3k about them getting each other but not getting each other and miscommunications that lead to them seeing a lot of themselves in the other person. Give me Nursey and Jack bonding about their successful parents and what that MEANS for them. Jack not just giving Chris his dibs because he earned it the most out of any player. Because he wanted the guy who was the heart of the team to always know he had a home on the east coast. Jack and Dex (although tbh go read my deximbits stuff for more of this) being soft grumpy dads who enjoy books, hockey, and have a soft spot for alt rock. 

Chris’s ability to take care of other people. He’s super fucking dependable and has more emotional intelligence than all of them put together sometimes I swear. Also he helps Dex with his homework and we definitely don’t talk about that enough. 

Ransom and Holster being Bitty’s pledge dads. The way you can see that carry over in the Tweets but especially in Ransom and Bitty’s bffls dynamic. The way Bitty is lowkey telling Holster to back off of yelling at Ransom before Ransom tells him himself. 

Which leads me to Tango is Bitty’s grandson and now I need to sit on this more for a later date 

And now for a list of friendships that I sorrowfully need more content for: 

Dex and Farmer

Nursey and Whiskey 

Holster and Chowder 

Foxtrot and anyone tbh (but defs more Tango) 

Bitty with Ollie and Wicks 

I love her

(A/N): Just give this man a family already damn 

Request: Can you write something where Steve and the reader are together for a while and they find a baby on a mission or something and the police says they have to take care of it till they find the parents? And Steve doesn’t want to give it back then?

Warnings: nothing other than this tore my heart out


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     “(Y/N)!” Steve called out to his teammate as a number of Agents head their way, guns aimed and ready to kill. “Dammit,” He whispers as he charges towards the unsuspecting body, crashing against them in an attempt to save them from the oncoming soldiers, his shield held right in front of them to block any bullets that were thrown their way. From above Sam fires at them, taking them down before any of them could truly hurt Steve or (Y/N). 

   “Be more careful next time,” Steve mutters, his tone harsher than intended. “I don’t want to be carrying your ass back to headquarters dead,” (Y/N) stares at him wide eyed and jaw dropped and Steve is sure they may break down and cry but instead they clench that jaw and their gaze nearly freezes. 

    “I was doing my job Rogers,” (Y/N) mutters through gritted teeth, damn  near seething at the all american man. “And If I die during the line of work then so be it,” 

   “No,” Steve states, shaking his head at (Y/N)’s little comment. “You’re my responsibility and I’m not going to be letting you die on my watch-” 

   “Oh really?” (Y/N) chuckles dryly as they roll their eyes. “I’m your responsibility? Last time I checked you don’t own me, so stop acting like you do,” Steve leaned in, his face dangerously close to (Y/N)’s. 

   “You became my responsibility the minute you decided you loved me,” 

   “Well maybe I should stop then,” Steve pulls back, looking a bit wounded before his expression glazes over with that menacing look again. (Y/N) is sure he’s about to say something so hurtful the two can never recover from it but suddenly, a quiet, albeit painful little cry interrupts their little fight. It was shrill and so quiet in pitch the couple realized that it could only belong to a child, a really small child. 

   “Oh my god,” (Y/N) breathes out, having whipped their head around to the area in which the noise came. Their angry facade immediately melts away as they nearly bolt into the wreckage of their battle, already seeking out those small cries. 

   “Wait (Y/N)!” Steve’s anger has melted away too, replaced by concern for whoever that tiny cry belonged to. By the time Steve catches up (Y/N) is already searching for them, ripping up chunks of metal as though they were nothing, desperately searching for wherever that voice came from. 

   “Where are you?” (Y/N) calls out, snapping up and looking around the battlefield. Another shrill cry followed, followed by a helpless little, 

   ‘Help me,’ Immediately both of them run towards the voice, continuing their little game of marco-polo as they ripped up any debris that could be blocking the child they were looking for. 

   They had been searching for what felt like forever when (Y/N) heard from some ways away, “I’ve got ‘em!” Immediately they charged for Steve’s voice only stopping when they came to a skidding halt beside him. There, wrapped up in his arms was a child, no more than a six years old. Perhaps maybe 4 or five, covered in dust, blood, and gravel. They sobbed against Steve, their little body heaving with each sob. 

   “Shh,” Steve consoled, gently running a gloved hand up and down the child’s back. “It’s okay, you’re okay now, We’ve got you,” This seemed to soothe the child only a bit, their sobs quieting down slightly. 

   “My legs hurt,” They whimper softly, nuzzling into Steve’s neck as though he were their lifeline. 

   “It’s okay, we’re gonna get you home and then we’re gonna patch you up, how ‘bout that?” The child nods against him, humming softly in response. Steve casts (Y/N) a side glance, his eyebrows raised in questioning. 

  “Yeah,” (Y/N) agrees softly, nodding their head in agreement. “Let’s get you cleaned up cutie,” 


    “Nope, we can’t find anything on anyone for a few months at the most,” The police officer shook his head as he sipped away at some nasty coffee. After cleaning the poor kid up they’d taken her (they found out she was a girl after getting her to open up to them a bit) to the police station in hopes of finding their parents but the more they investigated the less hopeful they were starting to become. “We can’t get anything in order until we clean up and even after that god knows how long until we can get everything in order,” 

   “So what do we do?” Steve asks as he turns to look outside the window of the office, staring at the little girl sitting on the bench, swinging her legs merrily. He can’t help but smile at her, giving her a little wave before redirecting his attention to the officer. 

   “Well, we can put her in a foster care system outside the country for awhile, just until we can find her family or until her family calls in, or…” He trails off, scratching at his beard a bit. “You guys could take her in, I’m sure she’d be safe with a couple ‘ole avengers,” Steve seems to brighten at this, perking up slightly as his eyes twinkle with some emotion. 

    “Really? You- You guys would be okay with that?” The police shrugs his shoulders taking another sip of his drink. 

   “Sure, we got nothing else for the kid,” Steve turns to look at (Y/N), a nearly pleading look upon his face. 

   “Please, pretty pretty please?” God, he sounded childish, but he couldn’t care, not with that sweethearts happiness on the line. (Y/N) gives him a side glance, one accompanied by a smirk before they nod, succumbing to his puppy powers. 

    “Fine, but you’re buying all the stuff and-” Steve nearly squealed as he picked (Y/N) up, twirling them around before setting them back down, kissing over their face repeatedly. 

   “Thank you,” He murmurs between kisses, “Thank you so much,” (Y/N) merely smiles, appreciating this one moment of peace between the two of them, no fighting or yelling, no rude comments or anything, just Steve and his pure happiness. 

   “Okay well,” The officer stands, brushing some crumbs off his pants from the bagel he’d eaten a little while ago. “Just grab her and go, no paperwork or anythin’,” Steve smiles, giving the officer a polite head tilt before dragging (Y/N) out of the office and towards the little girl. She smiles at the sight of Steve, her eyes alighting with something (Y/N) could only describe as hope and adoration. 

    “Am I going home?” She asks, her sweet little voice nearly too much to handle. 

    “We were actually thinking,” Steve gives her a smile, his eyes twinkling with that same hope and adoration. “Maybe you can come live with me and (Y/N) for a bit, just until we can get your home rebuilt and stuff,” 

    “So I can come live with Captain America?” The little girl has a wide smile on her face, showcasing all her tiny teeth. 

    “Sure you can,” Steve smiles, reaching out to ruffle her hair a bit. “You can get your own room and everything,” The little girls squeal, launching herself off the bench and into Steve’s arms, nuzzling into his neck excitedly. 

   (Y/N) would never admit it but seeing Steve caring for this kid so sweetly and wonderfully made their heart ache. The two had always wanted a child but with the job occupation it made it rather hard to raise a child safely, so the two had to been putting it off for sometime. Maybe this was like a little test run to see if they were prepared to have kids? This could either go wonderfully and possibly lead to some Rogers babies or it could really wrong and end in tears and hysteria. 


    (Y/N) awoke with a start, jolting upright in bed as a small hand tugged on their dangling fingers. Rubbing the sleep from their eyes (Y/N) yawned, looking over to the side of the bed where Clementine (they’d nicknamed her that because her european name was far too hard for anyone to pronounce) was now standing, staring up at (Y/N) with those damn puppy eyes. 

   “Can I- Can I sleep with you and Steve…please?”

    (Y/N) smiled as they patted the spot beside them, motioning for Clementine to crawl up on the bed and under the covers. She nestles against (Y/N)’s chest, burying her face in the crook of their neck.

    Clementine had been staying with (Y/N) and Steve for a little over a month now and it was by far the best decision the two of them had made. They loved having Clementine around, she was so sweet and so caring that (Y/N) wondered why they didn’t think of taking her in in the first place. 

   Steve absolutely adored Clem, from making her pancakes in the morning to watching crappy disney shows with her at night, this man showed his love in so many different ways. (Y/N) could see the adoration for that little girl in his eyes, the way they’d light up whenever they were together. Or they way he’d hold her, as close to his body as he could as they would watch TV or read. (Y/N) could see it in his smile, the way it shined so brightly when he looked at her or when she said something cute. That man adored that girl and it was by far the sweetest thing they’d ever seen in your entire life. Perhaps that’s why it was so painful for the two them to say their goodbyes, for when Clementine had to finally return to her real family. 


    The three had been eating breakfast, Bacon and eggs, when the doorbell rang. Both (Y/N) and Steve looked at each other in confusion before they swallowed their food and made their way to the door, throwing it open only to be met with the police officer the pair had talked to all those months ago. 

    “Good news,” He smiles, pushing his way into (Y/N)’s home without any invitation. “Found the family you were looking for,” On cue to people, a man and woman, walk in, small smiles on their faces as they look at (Y/N). “They’re here for that little girl,” (Y/N)’s mouth runs dry and they’re sure their heart plummets to thier stomach. So today was the day they were finally going to have to say goodbye. 

   “Um,”(Y/N) clears their throat, giving the parents a nervous smile as they look at them. “This is so sudden,” 

   “It’s been 6 months (Y/N),” The officer states, obviously not in the best of moods. “Where’s the girl so we can get her back home, her siblings dying  to see her,” 

   “Um, uh, Clementine!” (Y/N) calls over their shoulder, much to in shock to actually walk over and grab her. She comes bounding up, a huge smile on her face as she chomps down on some Bacon. 

   “Yes?” She asks happily, not even casting a glance at the people beside them. 

   “There’s some people here to see you,” (Y/N) points to the people ahead of them with the utmost heaviest heart. Clementine looks forward, nearly dropping her food in shock. 

    “Mommy! Daddy!” She cries, jumping up into her father’s arms, nuzzling into his neck. At her words Steve walks into the room, drying his hands on some towel. (Y/N) can see he’s forcing a smile, his laugh lines are drawn tight and his eyes have lost that shine, leaving them dull and watery. 

    “Thank you so much for taking care of her,” The mother whispers, her eyes full of tears as she pets her child lovingly. 

   “It was no problem,” (Y/N) smiles, nodding their head a bit. “It was our pleasure really,” 

   “Well, we better be heading off, gotta find a home for us,” The mom gently boops her daughters nose, causing her to giggle and wrinkle it up, something (Y/N) used to do to Clementine. 

   “Wait,” Clementine whines, wriggling in her father’s grip. “I want to say bye,” Her father nods, putting her on the ground to let her wander back to Steve and (Y/N). She gives Steve a smile, gently clasping his cheeks in her tiny hands, 

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    “I’m gonna miss you,” She whispers, squishing his cheeks a bit. 

   “I’m gonna miss you too Clem,” Steve whispers, giving her a long hug, nuzzling his face against her. 

   God he loved that child so much that their goodbye was painful to watch, much less listen to. 

    “Can I come visit you sometimes?” She asks hopefully, smiling against the man that had come to be her second father.  

    “Of course you can,” Steve whispers, his voice nearly cracking in restraint as he buries his face in the crook of her neck. “Every weekend if you’d like, we’ll even pay for it,” (Y/N) nods their head, agreeing to his statement. 

   Steve has to reluctantly let go of her so she can say goodbye to (Y/N), which is just as painful for Steve to watch as it was for (Y/N). The two embrace, talking about the visits before (Y/N) lets go as well, allowing Clem to scurry back over to her parents, giving the two one last smile before they leave, the officer not too far behind. 

    “Steve I’m so-” (Y/N) begins only to stop when Steve turns to them, enveloping them in his arms as he buries his face in their neck, most likely on the verge of tears. 

    “She’s gone,” He whispers, gulping softly. “She’s gone and I’m never going to see her again,” 

    “Steve, she can come visit whenever she likes and-” 

    “I’m not going to get to wake up and make breakfast every morning, I won’t get to stay up and watch Tangled ten times, o-or I won’t get to read her bedtime stories every night-” 

   “Shh, it’s okay Stevie,” (Y/N) presses a kiss to his neck, attempting to soothe the poor man. “Maybe- maybe we can start having kids of our own? Maybe we can adopt or-” 

   “No,” Steve shakes his head, allowing his tears to hit (Y/N)’s skin. “I want a Clementine,” (Y/N)’s heart breaks a little in that moment, seeing how sad and vulnerable Steve was. He had loved that little girl with all his heart and now she’d been ripped away from them, taken right from their fingertips. (Y/N) could only imagine how much pain Steve must have been feeling right now. 

   “I know Steve,” (Y/N) gently runs a hand over his hair, scratching along his neck as they do so. “Me too,”

The One With The White Lie

Pairing: Chris Schistad x Reader x William Magnusson 

Summary: With William secretly crushing on Noora while he’s dating you, Chris see’s an opportunity to have you to himself… even if it means lying to you. 

A/N: if any of u watch SKAM message me to scream!!! bc i’m obsessed!!! (and lowkey need friends!!!)

MASTERLIST, MOBILE MASTERLIST (you can like it and save it for later!)


“Find it,” William says in frustration, running his fingers through his hair. I watch him from the corner of my eyes, “I’m looking, okay?” I mumble, down on my knees, looking under the bed.

He kicks the leg of it and I scramble away, “What the hell, William?!”

He crouches down beside me, burying his face in his hands, “Sorry, I’m just –“ he shakes his head, “Why did you take it y/n?”

“I didn’t know it was Chris’ stuff,” I mutter, avoiding his eyes, “I thought it was yours and I was cleaning up so I thought I’d put it somewhere safe, I guess,” I shrug, looking around the room.

While I’d been tidying William’s room, I’d found his drug stash. I was vacuuming and put it somewhere and I couldn’t remember where. Only problem as that it wasn’t William’s and it was worth a lot of money.

Still, I knew there was something else behind William’s behaviour. He wasn’t the type to get angry over something so trivial but lately he’s been using any excuse to stay pissed at me.

“I’ll find them, William,” I reassure him, standing up, “But it’s 1am.” I rub my eyes, stretching my arms over my head.

“Maybe you should sleep at your place tonight,” he says offhandedly, looking out the window.

“Okay,” I sigh, “I didn’t bring my car though. I can’t exactly take the bus.”

He lies down on his bed, pulling his phone out of his pocket, “I’ll tell Chris to give you a ride on his way to Eva’s pregame.”

I scoff but he pretends not to hear me, turning on his side so his back is facing me.

Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I head downstairs. The sound of Chris revving his engine outside is the only thing that keeps me from barging back upstairs and smacking William with a pillow – or something more painful.

“This is the third time this week I’ve had to pick you up,” Chris says as I climb in. I lean back against the head rest, squeezing my eyes shut.

“Yeah, I’m sorry,” I mumble, pinching the bridge of my nose.

“It’s not you who should be sorry,” he says, looking at the front door of William’s place, “If he’s going to kick his girlfriend out he should have the decency to drive her home.”

I shrug, inhaling and exhaling deeply. Judging by how William reacted, Chris wouldn’t be too happy to hear about his drugs.

“No, I am sorry, Chris,” I turn to face him, “I – I misplaced your drugs,” I choke, beginning to cry. Within a few seconds I was sobbing into my hands, “I thought they were William’s and I put them somewhere. I looked everywhere but I can’t find them. I’m so sorry!”

Chris stares at me with furrowed brows, pulling me against his chest as he strokes my hair, “Don’t be sorry, y/n – it’s – they’re just drugs. They don’t even matter,” he pulls away from me, cupping my face in his hands, “Is that why he kicked you out?”

“He said it was worth a lot of money,” I sob, “I’ll – I’ll pay you back, I promise.”

“Y/N,” he shakes his head, “It’s not important. Is that why he kicked you out?” he asks in disbelief.

“I don’t know. He’s been weird – I – I don’t know what I did,” I stutter. Chris sighs, wrapping his arms around me as I rest my head on his shoulder.

“Trust me, it’s not you,” he mumbles bitterly.


Monday was a shit show. At least on weekends I could avoid William without if being a big deal but at school, everyone noticed.

And the minute it looked like we were over, girls would throw themselves at him.

The minute William walked past me without so much as a ‘hello’, whispers spread around like wildfire, as well as rumours.

I never gave much attention to rumours, but there was one I couldn’t help but listen to since it was coming from the Penetrators.

“I’m telling you y/n, he’s hooking up with Noora. That’s why he’s trying to get rid of you, “ one of them says to me, scoffing.

“That’s enough,” Chris spits, standing between us, “Don’t listen to them, they’re just being assholes,” Chris says, leading me away by the arm.

He pulls me inside an empty classroom and I lean against the window sill, looking out at the courtyard.

“Hey,” he says, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, “You okay?”

“Is it true? About Noora?”

Chris’ silence makes my heart leap out of my chest, “Chris?”

“No,” he sighs, “Not exactly.”

“W-what does that mean?”

Chris cups his hands behind his neck, looking up at the ceiling and blowing air forcefully through his lips, “He likes her.”

“Likes her?”

I feel my throat tighten and swallow hard, “Like –likes her?”

Chris nods, looking at me sympathetically.

“Are they screwing?” I ask, not really wanting to know the answer.

Chris nods once, staring at me, “You deserve better,” he says softly, resting his forehead against mine, his hands on my waist, “So much better.”

“Chris…”

Even though I shake my head, something inside me wanted to kiss Chris, not just to get back at William. He’d always been there for me, as a friend – as more. And especially lately, with William’s crappy behaviour. I wasn’t sure how I would’ve gotten through it if not for him. Still, I press a hand to his chest.

But he doesn’t care. He kisses me, pinning me against the wall.

I so badly wanted to kiss him back, but I knew I had to end things with William, if he didn’t end them with me first.

“Chris,” I say, pulling away, “I can’t do that to William.”

“Who cares,” Chris growls, “What about what he’s doing to you?!”

“And what exactly is that?!” a voice comes from across the room.

I look over Chris’ shoulder and realize William is standing there, with quite a few people watching over his shoulder.

“Fuck,” I mumble, already rushing to stand between them. William barges over and I push him back by his chest.

“Did you really just fucking kiss my girlfriend you fucker?!” William yells. I struggle to keep him away from Chris – not that Chris was backing away.

“Who cares?” Chris spits, “It’s not like you’re kissing her; someone might as well!”

“Fuck you!” William shouts.

“William,” I yell, practically dragging him towards the door. People only move out of the way when I start shoving them.

Once we’re in the carpark, he pulls his hand out of mine.

“I’m going to kill him,” he grunts, slamming his hand against a car, “Kissing you when you’re pushing him away – what the fuck was he thinking?!”

“William,” I try to interrupt, but he’s too angry – enraged.

“William,” I repeat, turning him to face me, “Why do you care? You were going to dump me anyway.”

“What are you talking about?” he frowns, moving hair out of his face.

I slump, leaning against one of the cars, “You and Noora.”

Suddenly he stands still and looks me in the eyes, for the first time in what feels like weeks.

“Was it Chris that told you?” he asks, lowly.

“No, I heard the Penetrators talking about it. Chris just confirmed that you were sleeping together because I was totally freaking out.”

“S-sleeping together?!” he exclaims, “We – we haven’t even held hands!

“What?” I frown, “So you two didn’t-“

“No, I wouldn’t do that to you,” he shakes his head vigorously, pausing to take a deep breath, “But I do like her. A lot. Which is why I’ve been such an asshole. I felt really guilty about it and you were always by my side, being perfect-“ he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, “And I didn’t deserve your kindness. Or your love.”

“It’s okay,” I sigh. It wasn’t, but I was tired of fighting with him.

“It’s not,” he says, taking my hands in his, “I’ve been such an asshole. I should’ve just told you how I felt,” he traces a finger down my cheek, wiping away a few tears, “Even after how I treated you last night, you’re standing here, not punching me in the face,” he chuckles, “Just listening to me – because you’re amazing.”

We stand in silence, listening to each others breathing. I’d always been so afraid of breaking up with William. Of letting his hand go. But I do it.

He looks down at it, tracing his thumb over his fingers, “So I guess this is it, we’re breaking up?”

“It’s probably for the best,” I say, “If you’d been an asshole to me any longer, we wouldn’t have been able to recover and stay friends.”

“So, you’ll still be my friend?” he asks. I rest a hand on his cheek, “Of course… with time.”

“And what about Chris? Are you still going to be his friend?” he asks, “I don’t know why he lied to you about Noora and I. Or why he kissed you. I never thought he’d do that to me,” William says, his jaw clenched.

He relaxes a little, his eyes focused on me, “Maybe he’s just crazy in love with you like I was. Remember how many fights I got into over you? Remember how you punched me in the face when I kissed you without asking?”

I nod, laughing.

“But you didn’t punch Chris,” he says sceptically, tugging a strand of my hair and winding it around his finger, “Which means…”

“Which means?” I raise a brow.

I already fucking knew what it meant, but something was very satisfying about watching William squirm to say it.

You like him,” he deadpans. I shrug, “He is terribly good looking.”

“Try terrible, full stop,” William scoffs.

“That’s not very nice,” Chris says, approaching us.

“Asshole,” William leers, slamming his shoulder into Chris as he walks off.

“Neither is that,” Chris says, rubbing his shoulder and watching William storm off.

He turns to me, “So did you two… talk?”

I nod, “We broke up.”

He inhales sharply, trying to conceal a small smile.

“About before,” he says, “I shouldn’t have kissed you, not like that, when you didn’t want to.”

“I did want to,” I say, “Just not while I was still together with William.”

You did… want to?” he raises a brow.

“I did,” I trail a finger down his chest, “But now…”

“But now?” he swallows hard.

“Now I don’t really want to be with someone who lies to me,” I say, quietly, looking into his eyes, “Why did you tell me they slept together?”

Chris sighs, letting his head hang, “I don’t know,” he slumps, “You were just there – looking all beautiful and sad. And I knew William was treating you like crap because he wanted to be with Noora but didn’t have the balls to end things with you – or because he loves you. And… I love you too and I saw a chance and took it.”

“You know that makes you an asshole, right?”

He nods and I hug him, resting my chin on his shoulder.

“You still like me though, right?” he asks, “You’ll still give me a second chance?”

“What makes you think that?” I ask.

He smirks, “You didn’t punch me in the face when I kissed you.”

Back Where I Belong - Chris Evans

request: Can you do an imagine where the reader and Chris are dating and she meets him at the airport after he’s been away filming for months?

people: Chris - Reader (You) 

warnings: FluFFY 

word count: 1000+

a/n: This is a request that someone asked so long ago, I’m so sorry I neglected your request, anonymous person! Thank you for this lovely idea, though, I’ve had this tucked away for so long.


“These seats are hurting my ass. God, now I know why airport seating is so fuckin’ painful, they want you to be motivated so you haul ass to get to the plane,”

I stopped to laugh at my joke, chuckling loudly enough to awaken the elderly lady next to me who was waiting for something she was not willing to talk about.

“Would you, for the millionth time, shut up! It’s three in the morning!” Across from me was this bitchy woman around my age, most likely a lot older. She had this weird orange hair, that I knew was dyed but she still had ginger-like looks to her face. She had the whole nine yards of freckles, ginger-tinted brows, and even wore green just to brighten her orange complexion.

“No! It’s three in the morning and I’m here because I’ve got someone to pick up that I’ve been waiting for. For four months!”

The Irish-wannabe looked at me and smirked, giggling to herself like I wasn’t ten feet away from her. “Who are you picking up? Your boyfriend you ordered off some sex website?”

Jesus, when will Flight 4301 land, dammit! I don’t have time for this!

Smiling sweetly, I got up and grabbed my bag along with my third cup of Starbuck’s black coffee. “Yes, you got me Lucky Charms, I ordered a sex companion. His name is Julio and we’re gonna get married in Vegas. Good day.”

Ginger-snap wasn’t fast enough to shut her wide opened trap that had fallen when I was quick to reply to her. Walking off I went to sit at another set of empty seats, hopefully not causing controversy with whoever lands up near me.

Chrispy Creme:  I land at BOS @ 4:45 baby! Sorry it’s so early :/ I love you xxx

It was two to forty-five and no signs of his flight were announced. Deciding to let it be, I plugged in my earphones and brought up my Itunes, clicking on a much-needed song right now, one that would ease the ache of Chris’s arm not being wrapped around my waist right now. It would numb my lips that could almost feel the pressure of lips on mine.

Humming along to the beat of Alicia Key’s ‘If I Ain’t Got You’ I closed my eyes that burned with lack of sleep. I hadn’t even slept all night because I got too excited about Chris finally coming back home. So I made myself an espresso and watched musicals that would make me stay awake because I could never sit through one without getting up and dancing to the beat of the melody or singing along with the cast. I was hitting my breaking point, though, my head throbbed, and my ass still ached, my eyes were burning with tears now, from sleep-induced stress. I felt my chin waiver as I silently prayed for Chris to just get here soon, I was waiting for him, Dodger was waiting for him. Then tonight there’d be a huge surprise party for him courtesy of Lisa, Carly, Shauna, and I. My fingers roughly rubbed my sunken eyes, I cannot fall asleep! No Sleep, no sleep, no sleep-

“Flights 4305, 4308, and 4301 have arrived. The gates are open for you to pick up your guest, thank you for choosing Boston’s Logan Airport. Have a nice day!” With that I grabbed my bag and abandoned my coffee, running to the sea of people who seem to have magically just appeared out of nowhere.

Now, I’m not the tallest bean in the stock so my only resort of finding Chris was jumping up and trying to get a glance of a NASA Cap, some blonde hair with ashes of brown in it, or those blue eyes that we’re quite hard not to miss.

After my twelfth jump with no such luck of a glimpse of him, I gave up on that plan and went with sour plan b. “Humph..Ugh! Fine, people. I’ll go to the back you asswipes.”

Leaving the crowd I went to the terminal area, watching the people pass by with their collected loved ones as I stared at them angrily, pissed that I wasn’t one of the lucky ones. I didn’t lose hope, though, I waited for a good twenty minutes before finally, I caught sight of a very familiar looking button down.

I don’t know whether it was the possible dangerous amount of coffee in me or just the adrenaline of seeing him again but I bolted down the hall.

“Chris!” I yelled just in time to have him catch me in his arms, wounding me tightly around his hips. I was a koala bear that refused to let go of him. The numbness of my subsided when he kissed me fervently, almost clawing at my hair with a desperation to be closer to me, than he already was. we already were.

Pulling back just enough to let himself whisper breathlessly to me, I couldn’t help but kiss away the tear that leaked from his glassy eyes. “You..have no idea…how long… I’ve waited for this.” Beaming with a smile that hurt my cheeks I laughed sneaked a kiss from him again.

“Oh love, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you… but… now that I have you back-”

“Oh I’m never fuckin’ leaving again, that’s for sure.” Both of us burst out laughing at Chris’s words.

I let my feet hit the ground and soon we became just another couple walking out of the terminal, smiling with each other’s arm wrapped around their waist. We looked so ordinary, so normal. No one asked Chris for a photo or even a question. They just smiled as we passed, on our way to my car in the parking lot.

I felt Chris let out a sigh of relief, feeling his fingers dig into my hip a bit, as we walked out of the airport. “It feels good to be back home…”

“It feels good to just have you here…” Chris smiled down at me when I softly answered back to him. 

I stole another glance at him again, just wanting to see that face once more. Letting it sink in that he was actually finally here. Finally in bed with me at night, eating my terrible made up foods, and listening to my awful karaoke. I let a few tears fall to the earth, not caring if my mascara made me a raccoon or not. 

All that mattered was he was here with me. His burly arm around my lower waist, cuddling into me like no time had placed since he’d last held me like this. 

“I can’t believe I went so long without seeing your face, Y/N. God, it hurt sometimes just to think of seeing you on skype at night because I couldn’t reach in and just grasp your hand,” His arm left my waist and he took my left hand into his right, interlocking our fingers. “Or just see your eyes in the real sunlight… I don’t know how you summoned the strength because I sure as hell was caving in on week three…” 

Giving only a smile, sincere smile, I kept his hand clasped with my own, holding his palm just a bit tighter to mine as I felt my throat tighten with a sob I refused to release. “Oh love,” I replied. Staring at his beautiful face while Chris looked at the sun rays starting to beam their light down on us, letting the skies lighten with a blue color so beautiful it lifted his spirits even higher. 

Just looking at his widening eyes, and dopey smile and felt a sob and chuckle come out at once. God, I’m in love with this man…How did I get through these months away from him? Lord knows it was spent sometimes with my face in a pillow or my body tucked under the sheets all day… all of it, though, I’d do again and again just to be able to hold that face…

How hard was it to be away from you, Chris? 

 Love, you have no idea.


Tell me your thoughts! I wrote this on a whim so constructive criticism is always welcomed haha! - R .xx 

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Hooked on a feeling

(NOT my gif or characters expect reader)

Pairings: Bucky x reader (reader x Peter Quill, just flirty)

Warnings; Language. Jealous!Bucky, a little ashole Bucky, grammar mistakes (yeah, I need to put it as a warning)

A/N: I’m SO sorry guys! I know I should be working on Barter but I’m extremelly hyped about Infinity wars, I can’t comprehend that my two favourite characters OF ALL TIME are gonna be together in the same freaking movie! * LOUD pterodactil noises*. SO I need to let out my enthusiasm somehow.

Summary: After the last attack to the Earth and the galaxy by evil forces, the Avengers and their new friends must devise a plan to work together in case of need. You connect instantly with Peter, and everyone seems to agree with the new arrangement except Bucky.


- Why the fuck didn’t they go back home yet? 

- Language!

Bucky walk away from the table he’s sharing with Steve rolling his eyes at the good manners of his best friend.

- Why are you so obsessed with they staying here, by the way? - Steve asks taking another sip of his coffee

- Just saying that they can turn back home whenever they want - the brunette shrugs 

- Come on, pal, you don’t even have to deal with them - the blonde responds calmly - Tony has confecioned everything so they have their own floor. In any case… it would Y/N the one complaining, since she is the one who has to devise the protocol. At least she has entertainment.

Steve has a hard time trying to don’t laugh at the expression of his best friend, instead, he makes another long sip to his drink while Bucky makes holes in the floor with his tormented gaze.

Since the alien threat was defeated, The Avengers and The Guardians of the Galaxy, as they call themselves, work together in the creation of an emergency protocol in case the Earth would be threated again. Is that so, because the Captain of the new group of superheroes, Peter Quill, is, in fact, human. And thruth been told, The Avengers could use a little help some time to time, especially if a superior alien race tries to invade the Earth, as just happened.

To concoct that protocol the team has chosen you to mediate between the two parts. Firstly because you are the new recruit and secondly because you have a natural gift to get a long with people, aliens or not. As expected, you quickly develop a strong bond with Peter.

To all of that Steve is having a great time observing the situation. Especially observing his best friend, the one who has always rejected his feelings towards you.

- What do you mean? - Bucky furrows

- Nothing man, nothing - Steve pick up the dishes trying to hide a smile - Want to go training? 

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Realizations

Originally posted by luvinchris

Originally posted by hard-on-for-hiddleston

Chris Evans x Reader

Imagine: You and Chris get into a huge argument, and you two ultimately break up. However, Chris realizes something life-changing and sets out to get you back.

A/n: heheheh *rubs hands evilly*

Genre: Angst, Romance, Family, Drama, Hurt/Comfort

Rated: Everyone

Warning: Fight, Swearing, slight violence

Author: Chris-Evans-Imagines

It wasn’t supposed to go like this. You hadn’t put much thought into the subject, but the subject of kids had always been something you wished to discuss with your boyfriend of six solid years. Chris Evans was a man who seemed to love kids, but did he want kids of his own? The question had plagued you for so long.

So, in result, you had never asked him about kids. The thought of children running around, drawing on the walls, all the things a child did. You never asked about any of it to Chris. After all, you two weren’t even married, nor engaged. Surely, he would rather have kids after you two were married.

If it happened.

In hindsight, you saw a future with Christ. But did he? Did he see the same vision as you? Would he love to have kids as his own? You never really thought of the answer, nor thought of asking him. Until now.

Sitting in front of the TV, watching the rerun of the Patriots game, your feet were in Chris’s lap, his hand massaging your ankles lightly. His eyes were on the TV intently, cheering and whooping at some points of the game; explaining some of the calls that you didn’t understand.

“That was a fucking pass interference and you know it! Bullshit!”

You chuckled at him and Christ peered over at you, blinking before smiling at you, bearded face lighting up. You smiled back and his eyes went back to the game. Those beautiful blue eyes…what would it be like to have a child with his eyes? You bit your lip and asked.

“Chris?”

He glanced at you, gaze lingering as he asked right back, his thumb rubbing back and forth against your skin.

“Yeah, what’s up?”

You bit your lip once more and asked, almost quietly.

“Have you…ever thought of having kids?”

Chris looked bewildered for a moment and breathed deeply, his ministrations on your ankles pausing. He took a moment to reply, shrugging lightly.

“Well, sometimes. I don’t see why you’re asking so suddenly, though.”

You shrugged and theorized.

“I was just wondering what it would be like to have kids. I think you’d be a great father.”

Chris gave a nervous chuckle and rubbed the side of his face, fingers scratching into his beard. He was quiet as he tried to piece his thoughts together, the game stopping as his hand moved to the remote’s pause button. He turned towards you, asking with a look of slight concern.

“Don’t you think it’s a bit early to be asking something like that?”

You frowned and replied, tilting your head to the side a bit.

“We’ve been dating for six years. I don’t see a problem in talking about it.”

Chris frowned and pointed out, quirking an eyebrow up at you.

“That’s exactly it. We’ve been dating for six years. That’s not that long. It’s still…early.”

Anger flashed within you, your chest tightening as you objected the thought.

“Early? Chris, people have had kids before their six years! Plus, I was just asking you about it. It’s not like I’m asking you to go fuck me until I get pregnant.”

Chris’s eyes darkened slightly, but not in lust. His nostrils flared and he said.

“We are not other people, (Y/n). It’s still too fucking early in the relationship to be talking about kids. For god’s sake, (Y/n), we’re not even engaged!”

“Marriage doesn’t have to be a factor in having kids, Chris.”

Chris snapped, obviously frustrated and maybe even a little anxious.

“I don’t think you understand what I’m telling you, (Y/n). It’s still way too goddamn early for kids and I don’t want kids right now. Hell, I don’t think I want kids ever. Sure, they’re cute, but I don’t think I can be invested in something like that. Especially with my job.”

You sucked in a breath and snapped right back, shooting up.

“For fuck’s sake, Chris! Can you get that stick out of your ass and realize that I was just asking you about it? Like I fucking said, it’s not like I’m asking you to take me to the bedroom and fuck until I get pregnant.”

He shot up as well and argued, seeming to jut his hip out.

“Sure as hell seems like it!”

You gawked and then squared your shoulders, poking him in the chest.

“Want to know one thing I’m damn sure of? Leaving you.”

He looked taken back before saying, nose up in the air.

“Fine! Leave then. I don’t care! I don’t need some damn woman wanting me to get her pregnant!”

Damn, that stung. You spun around and stomped your way to your bedroom, stuffing your suitcase with your clothes and other important things. Grabbing your wallet, you stomped out the bedroom with your things and yelled.

“Have a good rest of your fucking life, Evans!”

“I’ll make sure of it!”

You gave an irritated yell and slammed the front door closed, immediately jogging to your car. Never had you and Chris fought like this. Sure, it might have seemed small, and short, but your arguments had never been bigger than something like this. Mostly a couple jabs and then you two would sulk in your desired places before apologizing.

However, Chris seemed so…offended in a way you couldn’t describe. It was hurting you on the inside and out. Wiping your tears, you grabbed your phone and called up the closest person you could think of. Tom.

“’Ello?”

You sniffled and asked.

“Hey, Tom?”

“Oh, dear, what’s the matter?”

“I…I just…I need to see you. Please?”

You heard shuffling form the other side of the phone, and Tom answered back to you.

“Of course, (Y/n). Come on over. I was just making lunch, so we can talk about what happened over lunch, alright?”

You nodded, forgetting he couldn’t see you, and you replied.

“ok. Thanks, Tom.”

“Anything for a sister like you.”

-WITH CHRIS-

He was breathing deeply, his brows furrowed into a look of anger. It was so angering. Why would she bring up something like that? She knew how uncomfortable it had made him, didn’t she? Then why did she keep trying to talk to him about it?

Getting up, Chris rubbed his face and walked into the masterbedroom, his heart sinking slightly at the sight of the dresser open, your clothes gone. A lone lingerie top hung over the side and he pushed it back into the dresser, sighing.

Walking into the bathroom, Chris splashed water onto his face, sighing. He really didn’t know what to think. But it was her who chose to leave…right? So, he wasn’t truly at fault. His eyes strayed to the trashcan when he was preparing to throw the towel in the hamper when he paused.

Something was sticking out from the trash, covered by an excessive amount of toilet paper. Chris blinked and reached in, his hand shaking as a realization dawned on him when he turned the object over.

It was a pregnancy test, a pink plus sign on the screen.

Chris’s eyebrows shot up into a look of regret, tears stinging his blue eyes. How could he do that to you? His body had become numb, and his head was pounding. Sobs racked his body. He finally understood why you had asked such an unexpected question.

You were pregnant.

-WITH TOM AND READER-

You were distraught. You couldn’t raise a child on your own! Fuck,, you didn’t even know a thing about being a parent, let alone how to handle and take care of one. Tom sighed and soothed, his hand on your back.

“It’s alright, love. No mother is truly ready to be a first-time mum. I’m sure you’ll do just fine. I think you and Chris need to talk about this. You haven’t told him, have you.”

It was more of a statement than a question. You nodded and Tom sucked in a breath, holding it, then letting it out. A knocking on the front door caught both yours and Tom’s attention. Tom whispered.

“I’ll be right back, alright? Try to calm yourself. Stress isn’t good for the baby.”

You nodded and he stood up, giving you one last glance before disappearing from the master bedroom, going to open the front door.

-WITH TOM-

He opened the door, shocked to see a frantic Chris Evans standing there. His blue eyes were bloodshot, tears still streaming down his face, his shaking hand holding the pregnancy test.

“I’m sorry, Tom, but I need to talk to (y/n). I have to apologize.”

Tom sighed once more and stepped aside, saying.

“I know you two do. Try not to take things far, in one retrospect or another.”

Chris nodded and walked inside, practically running to the master bedroom.

Tom sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, an almost confused look on his face.

“Why is it that I’m the one who gets caught in the meddle of these things?”

-WITH READER AND CHRIS-

You were startled to see Chris burst in, his blue eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. He was breathing heavily and he whispered your name.

“(Y/n)…”

“Chris…”

He walked over and crushed his lips against yours, the test falling from his hands as he gripped your face, your tongues and teeth clashing against one anothers. Chris pulle dback and cried softly.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry, (Y/n)…I didn’t know.”

“So, just because you know now, you’re gonna immediately change your mind and view?”

Chris opened his eyes and pressed, his eyes determined but face fearful.

“I…I can learn…Please, I love you too much to lose you. I…I’m blinded by my own fears that I don’t have you in my best interest and I need to. I know what I said wasn’t fair but…I’m just insecure.”

You sighed and rest your forehead against his, sighing lightly. What were you going to do with this big doof?

“Chris…I just…”

“I know, I know…Please. Come back to me. Please? I can’t stand the thought of you being alone through this with my own flesh and blood.”

You sighed once more and replied, looking up at Chris and bit your lip.

“Ok, ok. But you need to understand that we are both in this together. We both are newbies to this, ok?”

He nodded and Tom’s voice came from the door.

“Are you two ok now? Because I want to have my room back and I really don’t want any hanky panky going on in here.”

You and Chris snickered at Tom’s use of words for ‘sex’ and Tom quirked an eyebrow up.

“What? Have you two never heard the proper term for such an insolent act?”

[END]

Bucky Barnes Imagine: Worried Dad.

I think a lot of you guys are enjoying pregnancy or cute dad Bucky imagines! i’m not complaining, I think those are the cutest! Anyways, I hope you enjoy and don’t forget to keep sending requests!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Too much Fluff, Protective Buck. 

Word Count: Lots

Request: Could you do one where Bucky takes care of you when your pregnant❤️❤️

“I swear Bucky!” you sighed, walking towards the kitchen. “I’m pregnant, not handicapped!” you said, Bucky following behind you close by as if you were about to fall or something.

“I know, sweetheart. I just want you to be safe and sound, I don’t want you to have any preoccupation, I want you all relaxed for this baby.” he said with a smile on his face as you two made it to the kitchen, you were craving a grilled cheese so bad. 

“Alright, alright.” you said, opening the cabinet and taking out a pan before placing it on the stove and heating it up, then going to the fridge and taking out the bread, some cheese and butter, before walking towards the stool to prepare it all. 

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The Right Partner Pt. 1/? Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: You’re in a tough spot with your boyfriend, but a random Disney duet with your neighbor may be exactly what you needed to distract yourself.

Warnings: Cheating? / light swearing / BUT ALL OF THE FLUFF

Word Count:  2,779

Your phone lay dormant to the left of you on the nightstand. With the lights being off, your eyes adjusted to the darkness surrounding you. Your blankets had been tossed and twisted around while you fought to make yourself sleep. Across your exposed skin, the chill of the late April air almost caused goosebumps on your legs. Your boyfriend, Rick, and yourself had gotten into a huge fight. Now you were riled up, madder than hell, because you knew he was sleeping like a rock and not giving a damn about your guys’ relationship. You had been together for seven months already, but you finally called him out on his apathy towards actually strengthening your relationship instead of letting it stay as immature as it was at the beginning, and you were pretty sure that he has been seeing someone else on the side, which was what started the fight in the first place.

Or, now that you thought about it,  he was probably off with his side chick while you cursed yourself for caring too much. You groaned as you rolled over to see your clock, reading 1:02 am. With a hard sigh, you pushed yourself from your bed and marched through your apartment to flip on the lights by your couch and TV. You needed some simplicity to calm your head, so you scanned through your more brightly colored DVD cases, smiling when your hand went straight for Sleeping Beauty. It was your favorite princess movie and you prided yourself on how well you sang along. It was your hidden talent, since no one else seemed to think your ability was as grand as your old choir directors. So, you kept the singing to the confines of your car, or alone at home. You watched intently as if for the first time, gaping at Maleficent (your favorite villain) and her style. In the forest scene, as Aurora is telling her animal friends of her dream man, you stand to your feet and begin to spin and sway to the music. Forgetting that it was now coming up on 2am, you began to sing along as well.

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Crisis of Confidence

I’m having the worst time writing. Like many of us writers, I think that my writing is shit. When this happens, I turn to fan fiction. But even now, I’m dying over this.

So here’s a snippet. I normally wouldn’t do this, but I I’m posting an unfinished piece to see what people think. This is my first attempt at a Reader narrator, and I think that’s throwing me off. Thoughts?

Seth RollinsXReader

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You’re in the middle of a mixed tag team match. Your partner, Seth Rollins, currently had a choke hold on Chris Jericho. Charlotte glared at you from across the ring. You were the new number one contender to the women’s championship. The match was weeks away, but this would be the first time in months that you were paired against Charlotte. She was more than intimidating. You were determined not to let your fear show.

Jericho broke the choke hold, wiggling away from Seth quickly enough that he tagged in Charlotte. Because of the stupid rules, that meant you were in.

“You got this,” Seth said as you switched places.

You vaguely registered the fact that he was especially attractive when he was sweaty. The thought completely drifted away when you locked eyes with Charlotte.

Her smile was smug. And for good reason. You slowly circled each other. You felt like prey being stalked. The feeling didn’t sit well with you.

You attacked first.

In a blink, you were on the ground. Charlotte had the cover. You kicked out at two.

You scrambled away on your butt. You needed to focus. You needed this win.

“Get up, dammit,” Seth yelled.

You growled in general annoyance. Using the ropes as leverage, you pulled yourself to your feet.

You could do this.

You charged Charlotte, grabbing her around her middle. The crowd roared as you flipped her over your head in a suplex. You hooked her leg.

Jericho broke the cover by dragging you away by your leg. You flailed, kicking at him. Seth appeared, superkicking Jericho, who let you go as he fell.

Fuming, you started kicking Jericho’s middle.

“Whoa, whoa,” Seth grabbed you by your middle and dragged you, flailing, away from Jericho. His bare chest was slick and warm against your back. For a moment, you didn’t hate the skimpy sports bra you were wearing.

“Put me down!” You shrieked. You elbowed him in the stomach, rolling away when he dropped you. You turned on him, fuming. He was bent over, clutching his stomach. “I don’t need your help!”

When he straightened, his face was set in anger. He started to say something, but you pushed him as hard as you could. The crowd reacted with “oooh”s.

Seth barely budged. His jaw clenched as he glared at you.

Then an arm was around your middle and Charlotte pulled you into a small package. Surprised, you didn’t react in time.

One, two, three.

The bell clanged and Charlotte let you go.

You covered your face with your hands. Once more, you let your temper get the best of you.

When you opened your eyes, Seth was standing over you. His hands were clenched into fists.

“What was that?” He demanded.

You slowly climbed to your feet and ignored him. Charlotte and Jericho were already down the ramp, celebrating their victory. You watched them, angry and defeated.

“Hey, hey, hey. Y/N, I’m talking to you.” Seth’s voice suddenly came over the arena. You turned to find him with microphone in hand. “What’s wrong with you? You claim to be a fighter, huh? You’re the best thing to happening to the women’s division, huh?”

Without a microphone, you raise your chin, glaring at him the best you could.

“You’re nothing but a pain in the ass. A whiney little girl.”

Your anger boiled. You stomped over to Seth. He didn’t move when you pushed at him again. Damn his strength.

You grabbed the microphone out of his hand. “I’m a pain in the ass?! That’s rich, coming from the cockiest jerk in the company. Tell me, Seth, when was the last time you won a match when it mattered? Huh, ‘champ?’ When push comes to shove, at the end of the day, you can’t. Get. It. Up.” The crowd went crazy at that.

You dropped the mic at his feet. In your haze of hurt and anger, you made the stupid mistake of staring at him and taking a step closer. The look on his face was dangerous. You didn’t care. You weren’t going to take his brand of shit anymore.

That’s when he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you against him. Then his mouth was on yours and your head was spinning and the crowd was roaring or was that the blood in your ears?

You kissed him back because damn if you haven’t thought about it. And like everything else, he knew what he was doing.

He broke the kiss first. His self centered smirk turned your passion back into rage.

Two can play this game.

Bracing yourself with his shoulders, you jumped up, pulling his face back down to yours as you wrapped your legs around his waist. The bastard held you as if you weighed nothing.

Then you maneuvered so your legs were at his shoulders and your head was near the ground. And you threw him in a hurricanrana.

You left him, stunned, in the middle of the ring.

Everyone stared at you backstage but no one talked to you. You stormed into the women’s locker room and punched one of the metal lockers. The wrap around your knuckles numbed the pain.

“You ok?”

You looked up. Bayley, Nia, and Sasha were in the locker room. You didn’t even know that they were still here.

“Peachy.” Your cutting tone proved that you weren’t so peachy. You swung another punch at an open locker. It slammed shut with a satisfying bang.

The door to the locker room swung open. You glared at the entrant.

Seth FREAKIN Rollins. With his bare chest and his drying hair and his god damn arms.

“Get out,” he growled, casting a glance at the three other women.

You ignored everything around you as they left. You started unwrapping your knuckles, really pulling at the tape.

“What the fuck was that?”

You continued ignoring Seth, turning your back on him. One hand was free from the tape. You worked on the other hand.

“Don’t fucking turn your back to me.” His hand on your shoulder. It took all your effort to not flip him over your shoulder. Or try, anyway. You knew he only sold that hurricanarra because it would look cool, because the audience would pop, because his reputation could take it.

That pissed you off even more.

But you let him spin you around. You slapped his hands away.

“Don’t touch me, Rollins,” you said.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair, right at the root. “You don’t talk to me like that.”

“Let. Me. Go.”

He leaned in so that his mouth was right next to your ear. His hair tickled your cheek. “Make. Me.” He whispered, his breath hot against your neck.

You snaked your fingers into his hair, scratching at his scalp as you pulled tight, and tugged at his hair. Hard.

It surprised him enough that he released his hold.

You put a good five foot distance between the two of you. He was bigger, but you fought dirty. There was a reason most of the fans hated you.

“What is your problem?” You yelled.

“My problem?” He cackled there, that infuriating cackle. “Sweetheart, you’re the one with the problem.”

“Yeah, and that problem is named Seth Rollins.”

“Please.” He oozed attitude. “I’ve seen you look at me, babe. You’re just pissy because I won’t fuck you.”

Won’t. That one word hit you in the stomach like a bullet.

Won’t.

You weren’t like most of the women in the division. You didn’t care about looking sexy or being sexy or pretty or anything. You wore pants and boots, not cute bright ones like Bayley, but dark ones. You didn’t wear skimpy tops. You wore sports bras and a tank top. Your hair wasn’t long and curled. You kept it shoulder length and out of your face in two french braids. You were here to kick ass. To dominate. To show them that the women could be just as good as the men.

But it worked too well.

Because even Seth Rollins won’t look your way twice.

You felt tears prickle at the corners of your eyes but you refused to cry, especially not in front of him.

Instead, you ripped off the last of the tape from around your hands.

And somehow your anger grew even more.

“Why did you kiss me in the middle of the ring, then?” You asked. Calmly. Too calmly.

Smug. Egotistical. You needed a thesaurus to describe his smirk. “Because I needed to shut you up somehow.”

You smiled. But it was your crazy smile.

“So you’re a tease,” you said.

“I’m not a tease.”

You sigh. “Then I was right. You really can’t get it up.”

He laughed. “This is your plan? This is how you’re trying to seduce me?”

“Rollins, if I were trying to seduce you, you’d be on your back and I’d be sitting on your face.”

“I don’t think so.”

You stepped toward him. “Is that a challenge?”

“Doesn’t matter,” he said, stepping closer to you.

“Why?”

You were chest to chest now.

“Because,” his lips hovered over yours. “I’d have to be interested.”

Your breath hitched as his lips grazed yours, soft, barely there. More like a whisper than a kiss.

“And I’m not.” His heat was gone suddenly. You blinked, unable to focus for a moment. When you did, he was smirking again, across the room, arms folded, biceps bulging. Then he was turning, walking away, leaving.

“What?” You asked. Everything was confusing for a moment. He had that effect on you.

“I said,” he spelled it out slowly, as if your english wasn’t too good. “I’m not interested in you.”

And then he was gone. Final words and all.

You tugged at the last of the wrist wraps and pretended that your eyes weren’t blurry with tears.