chris just shut up

Imagine Chris admitting he’s still in-love with you.

A/N: Lol, what’s a hiatus? This is based on Ed Sheeran’s ‘Happier’ in his new album ‘Divide’. First of all, I’m in-love with that album. If you haven’t heard it, go listen to it right now. Actually, listen to the song while you’re reading this. I promise that it’ll trigger all the feels in the world. I know I usually write happy stuff, but this song is too good not to write to so- here’s a little bit of angst for y'all. (Relax, it ends sweet.) Grab some tissues. X

“Why are you doing this to yourself, man?”

“I just have to see her, Scott,” Chris mumbled into the phone; his brother sighed on the other end. “This month has been terrible and-” he cut himself off with a shake of his head. “I just have to see her,” he repeated. “She’s the one person I want to see right now.”

“And she’s the one person that doesn’t want to see you right now, Chris,” he painfully reminded Chris; this time is was Chris’ turn to sigh. “You broke her heart, the least you can do is let her move on in peace. Don’t go to that bar, turn around and go home. You’re not going to feel better seeing her happy with someone else, just go home.”

There was a short moment of silence where Chris stopped and thought about what Scott was telling him. He knew himself and he knew was going to the bar anyway, but he thought about it. “Do you think I’m ever going to happy again?” He heard himself ask; he was doubtful without you in his life, but he could use a lie.

“Yes,” Scott answered. “Now go home, Chris.”

Chris hung up and continued down 29th and Park, ignoring both Scott’s advice and the better part of him. He made his way towards Carlson’s Bar where he knew you’d be supporting your best friend’s band, just like any other typical Friday night. His heart ached when he remembered that just a month ago, he was the one you took with you to Spencer’s show and now it was Nick; a co-worker that’d wasted no time to claim the opportunity of a lifetime that Chris so carelessly tossed aside. It was his fault, Chris knew that. He’d done quite a bit to hurt you in the three years you were together, he had thought he’d a lifetime to make it up to you; he didn’t. As much as you loved him, you couldn’t spend your entire life waiting on him to commit.

Chris turned the corner and stopped dead in his tracks; his blue eyes well with tears when he saw you in another’s arms. He was expecting it, but nothing could have braced his heart for what he laid eyes on. You were smiling, brighter than he’d seen in a while. Nick tightened his grip on you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear to make you laugh because there was no sound better than your laughter. Chris remembered when he used to do that, he used to be able to make you happy. He didn’t know when or why he stopped, he just knew it was the biggest mistake of his life. If he could go back, he would change everything so you’d be with him looking as happy- if not, happier than you were right now with Nick.

“Stop,” you laughed, squirming away from Nick’s clean shaven nuzzles. You tried not to let your smile falter when your heart reminded you of how Chris’ beard felt against your skin when he playfully nuzzled you. “Let’s go inside, it’s freezing out here.”

“Okay,” Nick smiled and pulled away from you to take your gloved hand.

You smiled as Nick held the door open for you. He was perfect, but it didn’t stop your mind from thinking of your Friday nights with Chris. It was never that simple with him, he always found a way to postpone joining the crowd because he preferred one on one time with you. He’d purposely walk slower or pretended he left something in his car so you’d have to turn back, only to find out that what he left was a kiss. As you walked inside, you found yourself remembering the way Chris would counter your “let’s go inside, it’s freezing out here” with a tighter hug that would “keep you warm, sweetheart.”

The more you thought about Chris, the worst you felt about being with Nick. It’d only been a month since you broke things off with him, how could be with someone else already? You spent three years with the man, the least you could’ve done was wait a little longer before you started to move on. Though it wasn’t likely that you were ever going to move on with anyone; Chris had ruined you for other men. If he had just shut up and committed, instead of making excuses and stalling- you’d be with him right now. You liked Nick, but your feelings for him were never going to compare with what you felt- still felt, despite how broken he left you- for Chris. He was the one for you, just as you were for him; the sad thing was he didn’t realize it until you walked out the door.

“I’m going to go grab a drink,” Nick told you and you nodded. “Do you want anything?” You shook your head; the last thing you needed was alcohol in your system. “Okay, I’ll be right back.” He gently squeezed your arm then disappeared into the crowd.

You scanned the room for familiar faces; it was the same group every Friday night. Spencer’s and yours mutual friends, as well as his other group of friends and his co-workers. It was always a good night, but it wasn’t until the first Friday night without Chris that you realized it was only always a good night because of him. You felt your vision blur as your heart wrenched in your chest; you really needed to get out of there.

The cold outside felt more inviting than the warm, slightly easing the emotional grief you’d been carrying on your shoulders since you broke up with Chris. The past month had been incredibly difficult for the both of you. The experience was about the same, neither of you liked living by yourself after living with each other for the past two years. It felt like a punch to your gut when you’d wake up without him by your side; the apartment you were now living in felt like it was constantly trying to suffocate you with isolation and loneliness. Every day, you’d wake up wondering if leaving him was the right thing to do. A month had passed and you still didn’t know if you were happier now, or happier with him.

“Y/N,” you heard Chris’ voice and you flinched. You shook your head, not wanting to turn around because there was no- “Y/N,” his hand wrapped around your wrist and he turned you around; you swallowed the urge to start crying.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, yanking your wrist out of his grip. You knew you’d break if he continued to touch you, you’d just melt right back into his arms despite everything he’d put you through. “We said clean break,” you reminded him.

“No.” He shook his head, his pretty blues glistened under the flickering street lights. “You said clean break, I told you I didn’t want to break up.” You turned away from him, taking slow, deep breaths; he didn’t need to see you cry.

“You didn’t want to commit either,” you bit as you turned back to him. “We were together for three years, Chris. We lived together for two. But still, whenever you were asked- you couldn’t admit you were in a relationship. You went out and partied like a bachelor, traveling the world like you had no one waiting on you at home.”

“Y/N, it was part-”

“It’s part of your job,” you cut him off. “Yeah, I know. That was always the excuse, wasn’t it?” Tears rolled down your cheeks and you quickly wiped them away. “I didn’t know being an actor meant you couldn’t be a boyfriend- that you couldn’t be a husband. But I do now, so- thank you, I’ll know better next time than to fall in-love with an actor.”

“I was just trying to protect you-”

“From what?” You scoffed. “From the media, from your fans? Newsflash, Chris- I knew what I was getting into when Captain freakin’ America asked me out. I didn’t need protection, I needed you to be proud to be in a relationship. I stood by you through everything; your work schedule, the distance, the tabloids and the rumors because- I loved and trusted you. But I guess all that wasn’t enough to be able to be Chris Evans’ girlfriend. You say you were protecting me, but you were just protecting yourself from commitment.”

“I know,” he nodded, agreeing with you for the first time. “I was stupid,” he said, taking your hands in his. “I wasn’t ready to settle down. I thought if I kept it from the media then- it wouldn’t be real and if we ever broke up- I wouldn’t have to deal with it. I thought if I could just get through my Marvel contract then- I don’t know, Y/N! I don’t know what I was thinking, I just-” He started to cry, making you cry. “I made a mistake, I was an idiot who didn’t know any better. But I do now, I am so in-love with you and I can’t- I can’t do this without you.”

“Am I meant to just forgive you?” You didn’t pull your hands away because you’d missed his touch. “You broke my heart, Chris,” you told him and he nodded in acknowledgment. “Do you know how much it sucked hearing people talk about how I was in a relationship with a man who couldn’t even admit he was taken? Do you know how much it hurt to see you with a fan who thinks it’s okay to get touchy because you’re apparently single? Do you realize how many of my friends’ weddings we’ve attended in our three years together? I can’t keep waiting for you to commit, Chris. I don’t want to,” you shook your head.

“I know, I’m sorry- I’m so sorry, Y/N. I just- I know how much I’ve hurt you, but I also know that no one is going to love you as much as I do. I made a mistake, that’s all- and I’m going to spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Just-” he pulled you into a tight hug, burying his face into the crook of your neck. “Please,” he begged, crying. “Please let me.”

“I’m with Nick,” you cried softly, fighting the urge to just hug him back. It broke your heart to see him like this, and God- you just wanted to kiss his sorrows away. “I’m with someone else, Chris.” You repeated and he started crying harder, clutching onto you like you were his oxygen. “I can’t-” you gently pushed Chris away, “it’s not fair on him.”

“I know,” he whispered, wiping his tears away with the back of his hand. “And it’s not fair on you either, you deserve better than me.” You tried not to cry at that. “Are you happier with him?” He asked and cupped your face in his hands, gently brushing your tears away.

“Yes,” you lied with a nod.

“Okay,” he managed a smile. “Just know that- If he breaks your heart, I’m going to be waiting right here for you.” You nodded, crying softly as Chris pressed a kiss against your forehead. “I’ll see you, Y/N.” He said as he reluctantly pulled his hands away.

You closed your eyes as he walked off into the night because you knew you’d run after him if you watched him leave. You’d rather be with Chris, everyone- including Nick, who had watched the whole thing go down from the inside- knew that. So why didn’t you go with him? Why were you so stubborn? Why didn’t Chris stay and fight for you? Nick didn’t get it, none of your friends watching did. Then, it was as though a jolt of lightning went off in both yours and Chris’ brains. You opened your eyes and started towards his direction, just as he turned around and ran back towards you. You met halfway and shared an embrace that ended in a kiss so passionate and deep that on lookers blushed.

“I’m happier with you,” you whispered when Chris broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours.

“And I’m only happy with you,” he responded then kissed you again, smiling. “Come with me to the premiere of Gifted,” he told you. “We’ll walk the carpet together, we’ll announce our engagement.” You felt your eyes narrow at that, but you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face; it was finally happening. “Just let me show you off to the world, let me tell everyone I’m taken.”

“But we’re not engaged,” you chuckled softly.

“Not yet,” he smiled. “The ring’s at home so I can’t-”

“Yes,” you nodded and his smile widened. “Yes, I’ll marry you.” You told him and he hugged you tightly, breathing you in. The engagement was long overdue, he wished he’d done it earlier so he didn’t cause you as much grief as he did but- he was happy things ended the way it did.

“I’m never letting you go again.”

“Me neither,” you agreed, smiling.

I dream about the day Chris Evans is in a discussion about politics or something of the works and he just says… “ya know what I don’t know enough about this so I’ll be quiet”…listen y'all, I know it’s just a Fantasy but… Chris shutting the fuck up would be the most attractive thing he’s ever done

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Title: Just the Three of Us (Part 8.)

CHAPTER TITLE: You Monster!

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

Character(s): Negan x Reader x Simon (post-apocalypse)
Summary:
Sometimes a familiar face doesn’t mean a good thing.
Warning: Attempted rape.
Word Count: 3,110
Author’s Note: BIG thank you to @talina-boyaci for this idea! I wanted to speed this process up, so there is a significant amount of time that passes from the previous chapter to this one. I needed more Negan and Simon in this fic, so let’s see how things change now that the zombie apocalypse is in full effect! Enjoy! 

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It had been a year. A year since this apocalypse happened.

You had thought that everything was going to go back to normal. You assumed the government would contain this big of a mess, but after a month of no progress, you knew that this world was never going to be what it was like before.

The phone call with Negan and Simon was the only thing you found yourself remembering the night the apocalypse happened. You wished your phone hadn’t died. You wished you didn’t have a meltdown. You wished you were able to ask them where they were going because with them, you felt the safest.

You didn’t know that going to the woods would be your biggest mistake yet.

You thought seeing a familiar face would calm you down and put you at ease, but knowing Chris’s true intentions caused you to cry every night. It was as if the apocalypse changed his entire personality.

You had been with Chris since the beginning and you thought being surrounded by him and two of his other friends would make you feel safe, but it made you feel the complete opposite.

As the months passed, you were losing hope in bumping into Simon and Negan. You forced yourself to believe that you were stuck with these three men that you wished you had the guts to kill. You believed that there was no one else out in this world.

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Imagine your water breaking while arguing with Chris.

A/N: Part 4, yo. Hehe, even the cutest of couples fight. Read the previous parts of this chapter here (‘Memory Lane - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3’), and the first two chapters of the whole series here ('Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts and Baby Fever - Masterlist’) Enjoooooy. X

You strolled to the kitchen with Dodger trailing behind you, tail wagging excitedly for his breakfast. You looked down at him and smiled, but that smile faltered when you entered the kitchen. You walked in and immediately sighed; Chris’ little get together with his friends last night left the kitchen and the living room- where Chris had spent his night- a complete mess.

You should have been used to it by now, it was always the same deal when the game was on; Chris and his buddies will drink a little too much, eat a bunch of crap, and yell at the TV until their wives/girlfriends called them home, and in Chris’ case- until he passed out on the couch. Usually you’d help with the clean up, make some coffee and breakfast to help him with his hangover, but today you weren’t having any of it.

In your defense, you were nine months pregnant and due any day now; your feet were swollen, your back was aching, and you were just- tired of being pregnant. The last thing you needed was a messy house to deal with, especially when it wasn’t your mess to clean.

“Get up,” you tossed a roll of garbage bags at Chris and he groaned, rolling from his stomach onto his back. “I don’t care how hungover you are, you’re going to get up and clean your mess up.” He opened his eyes and quickly winced at the sunlight peeking through the curtains, groaning louder than before. “I mean it, get up.” You struggled but you managed to nudge him with your foot.

“What time is it?” He mumbled, rubbing his eyes with his hands.

“Time to get up and clean,” you bit with narrowed eyes. “How can four guys can make such a huge mess?” You looked around and shook your head, annoyed and disgusted. “I mean- is it really that hard to put your beer bottles and burger wrappers in the bin as soon as you’re done with them?” You continued to lecture your husband, who had sighed and sat up. “It’s not even that far away, Chris. You guys do this almost every weekend and I’m sick of it, either tighten up or go to a bar and watch the game.”

“Sweetheart-” Chris tried to reason with you but you didn’t give him much of a chance.

“Don’t call me sweetheart until you clean up your mess,” you stormed out of the living room, leaving him and Dodger behind. “Now, Chris!” You called as you made your way up the stairs so you didn’t have to look at the chaos that was your house.

“If she kills me, buddy,” Chris whispered softly to Dodger. “Just know that I love you.” He reached out and tried to pet Dodger but got barked at instead; the pup was on your side, as he’d been since the day he met you. “Seriously?” He frowned at Dodger who padded out of the living room to join you upstairs. “You know you’re my dog, right?” He called after Dodger then sighed and grabbed the roll of garbage bags you’d thrown at him earlier. 

• • • • • • • • 

Chris made sure he made downstairs spotless before he went upstairs to you and Dodger; the two of you sat on the bed while you work on your latest script. You didn’t have to look up to see Chris standing in the doorway, trying to assess your mood before he approached. You spoke without taking your eye off your laptop, “is my kitchen a kitchen again?”

“Is my wife my wife again?” He retorted, trying to be cute but coming off more smart-assy than cute. You looked up and shot him a dirty look; he pressed his lips together and winced. “Sorry,” he mumbled sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.

“I don’t know if you realize this, Chris, but I am pregnant.” You began, closing the lid of your laptop. “It is an incredibly exhausting thing to be, not that you’d know.” You bit and he sighed. “The worst part is- I’m not doing this for myself.” You blurted out before you could stop yourself; it wasn’t true but you were just incredibly wound up. “You’re the reason I’m having a child, the least you can do is be a little more considerate.”

“Hold up,” he frowned as he pushed himself off the doorframe. “Did you seriously just say that?” You did, and you didn’t mean it, but you were too stubborn to take it back. “I’m not the one who made the call, Y/N. I told you I wanted a child but not if you weren’t ready for it. I was fine waiting until you were, and you told me you were and now you’re suddenly 'not doing this for yourself’? Are you kidding me?”

“Ugh,” you groaned as you rose to your feet, “shut up, Chris. Aren’t you just the perfect gentleman? I’ll wait until you’re ready, Y/N,” you mocked him. “You and my mom manipulated me into being ready, I was still thinking but you kept pushing and pushing until I couldn’t take it anymore. Why else would a person like me agree to have a child?!”

“A person like you?” He chuckled and scoffed at the same time. “What is that even suppose to mean? You don’t even hate children, Y/N. I know you, a lot better than you know yourself, and being pregnant has made you happier than I’ve ever seen you before. You want this, you were just too afraid of change as per usual.”

“You know me better than I know myself?” You quizzed rhetorically. “If that is so, you wouldn’t have left the house the way you left it.” You bit and he groaned. “Oh stop groaning, you jerk. This fight is your fault, if you’d just cleaned up last night then we wouldn’t even be having this fight.”

“What’s the difference, Y/N?” He narrowed his eyes at you. “It’s not like I was going to just disappear the next morning. And I’ve already clean it all up, so why are you still yelling at me? I get it, okay? I was inconsiderate. You’re pregnant and tired and you shouldn’t have to deal with all of it. I’m sorry, I won’t leave the house like that anymore. Happy now?”

“Happy now?” You scoffed. “You call that an apology? Oh my God, you’ll be the-” You were cut off when you felt and heard a soft pop, then a gush of warm fluid rushing down your legs. “Oh no,” your hand moved to touch your belly. “No no no,” you breathed and looked up at your husband.

“What is it?” His tone softened as he took a step towards you, taking your hands in his as his eyes narrowed with deep concern. “Are you in pain?” You shook your head with your lips slightly parted, still unable to speak because you were in shock. “Hey, talk to me.”

“My water just broke.”

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can we just appreciate everyone’s faces in the chelsea interview?? word for word, this woman literally said “do you guys feel responsibility when that conversation [the gender wage gap] comes up? that you have to defend other women? you’re only trying to make your own fuckin pay check, like now you have to defend women??” and they just

they all look disappointed and disgusted on many levels

anonymous asked:

34 with Chris? You're a great writer!

thank you! sorry for the delay x

masterlist


34. “Do you know how hard I’m trying not to kiss you right now?”

You and Chris had been friends for a while, but your friendship quickly switched from just talking about classes to flirting. You two were always constantly flirting in the hallways, which had led up to many people including your closest friends to think that you two were dating. The thing was that you weren’t, even though you wished you were.

It had started out as a little joke between you and Chris, but as time went on you realized that you were in fact falling for him. You were ashamed to admit it but you liked having his attention. You liked when he flirted with you, you always felt like you had butterflies in your stomach when talking to him. There was no denying that he was unbelievably hot and his personality was great. Underneath that ’bad boy who constantly hooks up with girls’ act was a sweet guy who just wanted to hang out with friends.

Chris didn’t seem to notice how nervous you’d get around him or how you’d start blushing when he came closer. You were pretty sure he was either blind or really dumb. It was hard for you to see him with other girls, which you felt really bad for since he wasn’t yours and your jealousy was ridiculous, but gosh did you wish that you could be one of those girls.

You had done everything humanly possible to stop you from falling for him, constantly telling yourself it was a little crush and it’ll pass sooner or later. You had given it time, only to notice your feelings had grown stronger. It was all so frustrating to you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him or stop talking to him.

That was how you had ended up at his place, sitting on the couch watching a movie. It was one of those little things you always did together, trashing on a movie and eating popcorn until early hours of the morning.

Chris had the privilege to pick the movie this time, since last time you had decided. It took him a good ten minutes to pick, but when he was done he sat next to you flashing a little smile making your heart skip a beat.

The movie wasn’t really your thing and you had a hard time to concentrate on it when all you could do was stare at Chris, watch his expression change as the movie went on. Your gaze was quickly fixated on his lips, which by the way looked extra soft and plump today.

You shook your head as you tried to get your head clear, turning your attention back to the television only to lose interest once again. All you could think of was how his lips would feel against yours.

“Do you know how hard I’m trying not to kiss you right now?” you blurted out. This immediately caught Chris’ attention, his eyes drilling into yours. He looked confused and slightly shocked.

You felt sick in your stomach. This is it, this is how your friendship with him ended. You felt stupid.

”Wait, fuck, I didn’t mean it like that I just-” you were in the middle of your rushed explanation, when a soft pair of lips interrupted you. You relaxed a bit, shyly kissing back before you pulled away.

”What just happened?” You asked, your eyes wide.
”I like you so just shut up for a moment.” Chris said before once again kissing you. This time you felt a lot more relaxed, your lips molding together perfectly. The feeling of butterflies in your stomach had disappeared, now the only thing you could feel was happiness.

Mate: Wendigo!Josh x Reader

Request: Wendigo!josh x reader where Josh is in heat and he keeps trying to ‘court’ (bringing her dead things, etc) the reader? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

Word count:  1,023

You walked in the living room and jumped when you saw the dead bird laying down on the couch. You picked it up and grimaced. What has gotten into Josh? He keeps bringing you dead animals.

You dig a small hole in the ground of your back yard. It was autumn and pretty cold. Your garden was covered in colorful leaves, and the trees looked sad without them.

You heard growling behind you, you turned around and saw Josh standing in the doorway.

“Josh, please try to not kill any more animals.” You sighed. Josh walked over to you, you looked at him. He crouched down and started digging in the ground, he dug up the dead bird and placed it in front of your feet. His hands were covered in dirt. He pushed the bird even closer to you so it was touching your foot. You grimaced again and gently kicked the poor animal off your foot.

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au where choices can make drastic differences in game, and something can determine who out of mike and jess leaves the cabin to rant out to wendigo!han

something triggers mike to head outside, and he will be taken in place of jessica. then everything is just them in switched places. jessica has to run outside to catch up to him on time (bringing that gun mike showed her, of course), and pursue whoever it was that was after mike after he falls down the elevator shaft. this effect can also give mike the early death, depending on if you’re quick enough.

jess then ends up the one in the sanatorium. she can use her machete to either get her out of the trap or lose her fingers. and because mike can befriend the grey wolf, in this path, jessica can befriend that other black wolf.

imagine jess blowing shit up, imagine her finding sam and coming across the gun scene with chris, ashley, and josh. imagine her flipping the fuck out on josh because you killed my boyfriend and you’re going to fucking pay. imagine the option to pull a gun on emily if she was bitten not even be possible with jess, because that was my best friend and she has to be okay and instead is gonna try to patch her up best she can because everything that happened before doesn’t matter and they just need to look out for each other. imagine her then going back to the sanatorium to continue blowing shit up and meeting up with sam again and them being badass ladies together off to find josh. imagine her being the one to come up with the idea to blow up the lodge, and if needed, give a selfless sacrifice. just imagine the option to have badass heroine jessica.

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31 days of Muse
Day 31 - Appreciation post: Muse

“For me, Muse is about getting the hopes, dreams, desires, frustrations out of your system that you wouldn’t normally be able to do. It’s about showing people that there are things inside buried that should be exposed, and having no shame about them. We can communicate no matter the environment.” - Matt Bellamy

Things I have done that SMH has also definitely done
  • microwaved a hot dog for 20 minutes on accident, catching the microwave on fire and almost the rest of the building
  • said “no, I can definitely make this trick shot, watch” when playing basketball before missing completely, breaking a window, and sighing “this isn’t my sport, okay?”
  • ate a leaf I found on my porch because I was hungry
  • ate a piece of paper with a meme printed on it that was on the floor because someone paid me a dollar. I called it the meme dollar for weeks. I eventually bought coffee with it
  • threw out my elbow when putting cream cheese on a bagel. I had to fix it myself
  • “it’s weird being a Sharks and Pens fan after the Superbowl” [pause] “oh my god I said Superbowl”
  • punched a tree to see if I could break my hand. I could. I did.
  • “No, I swear, I can eat this entire lemon, peel and all” “please don’t” “watch me”
  • told the guy that worked at a tattoo place that I have 5 boyfriends and we have a group message
  • sat on a swing set, cried when the swing broke. I was 17.
  • an excerpt from a story about a party I threw once: “everyone is screaming, the baby is still crying in the fireplace, and all of my slim jims have been eaten”
  • [takes one sip of a Jagerbomb] tastes like cough syrup [downs the rest] I dig it
  • got my sprinkles privileges taken away because I kept putting too much on my ice cream
  • smacked a small moth out of the air, promptly shouted “SPIKED YA” triumphantly. My friend cried
  • “I want a smash cake for my birthday” “you’re an adult” “so?”
  • stole one of those decorative bottles from Olive Garden
  • put my hand in boiling water and my only reaction was to say “wet” very quietly
  • sat at my computer without moving or 28 hours thinking only 4 had passed. I slept for 2 hours. Stayed up for another 30
  • hid cheesecake under my bed to eat later (and referred to it only as my ‘under the bed cheesecake’)
  • got kicked out of 5 below after having been there for less than 10 minutes
  • climbed a tree with no shirt on and yelled at people walking by
  • got hit by a car, sighed, turned to the person walking behind me, said “just another Tuesday” and kept walking. It wasn’t Tuesday
  • pulled many random metal objects out of my bag and slowly started handing them to my friend. I found them all on the ground outside
  • [pulls a half-eaten granola bar out of my soccer bag] “dude, how long has this been in here” “2 years at least” “what the fuck”
  • shouted “I can’t wait for eternal damnation!” to a pride protester
  • played never have I ever and lost first because everyone playing said very specific things that I had done
  • watched Mythbusters for 18 straight hours with a friend. Neither of us said anything the entire time.
  • wrote and made cardboard and paper props for a Spongebob play with a few other people. We performed it for an audience of 5. I played Gary.
  • I wasn’t allowed to have bagels for like 5 years. I still don’t understand this
  • I dropped a penny, and when someone pointed this out to me, I just waved a hand dismissively and said “he can stay”
  • tried to make sugar cookies, followed the recipe exactly, ended up with flat square cookies that oddly looked like bread slices. They tasted okay though
  • walk for an hour just to get a Wendy’s junior cheeseburger. Then walk an hour back. I do this often
  • danced in an alley across the street from a frat house, wondering when the day they will take me in would come. It has not yet happened
  • taped a picture of Ted Cruz to my wall. He watches everything
  • “this ice cream tastes like Bailey’s” “oh my god you’re an alcoholic” “I know what I am about, okay?”
  • brought 2 snakes to a frozen yogurt shop. No one noticed.
  • broke my neck in a game. Continued playing
  • “I can’t get my wisdom teeth out what if I say something gay” “you say gay shit every day” “yeah but that’s sober gay stuff”
  • instead of going to my own classes, I went to a friend’s the entire day. His teachers did not care. Eventually we left his classes too
  • stared a security guard in the eye and set off all the hand dryers in the bathroom at once before leaving
  • climbed to the top of a street sign to prove that I could. Almost broke the sign
  • went on a 20 minute long rant about the word “alum”
  • made a noise that was basically a very high pitched way to say “squish”. My friend no longer trusts me. The sound makes her cry
  • got invited to join a strange religion on the sixth floor of a hotel by a man sat in a chair facing the elevator. They had sign up sheets and name tags. I took a name tag
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“Are you serious?” You asked.

Chris shrugged his shoulders as he glanced away. “Friends can fuck.” He muttered, returning his gaze back to you.

“No relationships, no emotions. Just sex.”

“Just sex.” He repeated.

You both stared longingly at each other. Studying one another for a moment. Until you let out a breath and nodded. “Okay. Take off your clothes.”

Chris flashed a cheeky grin, flustering as his eyes grew wide. “What? Right now?!” He cackled.

You shrugged, “well yea.” You exhaled. “You want sex, and I clearly want sex too. So don’t make me ask you again, Evans.”

Before he had time to react, you slipped out of your shirt, leaving you in your black bra.

He immediately felt his shaft twitch under his jeans. A warm sensation pooling in his core.

“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to take your damn clothes off?” You grunted.

Chris snapped out of his daze, and cleared his throat. Nodding. “Right, okay.” He mumbled.

He quickly tore from his clothes, as you wiggled yourself out of your pants. Until you both stood there in nothing but your underwear.

You scanned him over, impressed by the way he looked. “Not bad.” You muttered.

A smile formed on his lips, as he cocked a brow up. “Not bad?”

“Yea. I mean–Shut up and just kiss me.” You chuckled.

Chris inched closer, and smirked. “Oh, I am going to do so much more than just kiss you.” He whispered.

He pressed his lips to yours, his hands clutching your waist you wrapped your arms around his neck. Pulling him in. His warm tongue danced along yours, giving you chills up and down your body.

You could just feel how badly he wanted you. As his already hard shaft rubbed against you.

“I’m going to fuck you so damn hard.” He mumbled over your lips.

Your stomach fluttered from the sound of his low voice echoing in your ear. “Then fuck me.”

Speaking of daydreaming on my side blog, it’s hard to believe that there was actually a time where I daydreamt of people actually talking to me in my streams and genuinely showing interest in my au’s, fandoms, and art. I can’t believe that was such a big deal to me. Thanks, everyone, for making one of my dreams come true. <3

anonymous asked:

Dan and Phil (friends) go to party and everyone starts playing 7 mins in heaven. (everyone has their eyes closed so they don't know who they are paired up with). Things get heated ~(•_•)~

ahhhh okay i rly dont know where this came from but here u go anon im sorry its not exactly what u asked but i hope u like it

“Let’s play a game,” Louise announced suddenly. The low hum of conversation in the room came to an abrupt halt, and the air almost stilled as everyone’s head swung towards the woman who had spoken.

“What game?” a voice piped up. It was Tyler.

“I don’t remember what it’s called,” Louise confessed, looking sheepish. “But I do know that rules so -”

“Just explain it,” Connor said, waving her on. Louise beamed.

“Okay, so. Everyone stays in their spot in the room, and then someone - in this case me - turns out the lights. You find the closest person to you and you have to kiss them, until I give the warning and then you go back to your spot and I turn the lights back on.”

Keep reading

dwh wasn’t started because “cis feelings”

it was just a drawing i did with a request to spread love and kindness everywhere

spreading hate is disgusting, no matter to who it’s directed at

transphobia is worse than cisphobia. i know that. im not a fucking idiot. but can the tumblr trans community stop being a dick to cis people? only the transphobes deserve it.

impressionable kids on this site are getting the thought into their head that cis people should die. i should know. i used to act like that.

wishing death upon people is wrong, no matter what their gender identity, race, religion, age, whatever is.

i want everyone to be happy and kind

dont be a dick to anyone, please. even if you think they deserve it. try to kindly make them see your viewpoint. if they dont see reason, then stop talking to them. itll save you from the stress and anger

im not going to kill myself. why? i dont want @medsall to be alone. shes my best friend and i love her so much and i just care about her a lot.

im just gonna go to sleep

Evanstan Fic Rec List

FUCK OKAY SO SINCE SOMEONE ON TWITTER ASKED ME TO REC THEM SOME EVANSTAN FICS I WAS LIKE AYT PREPARE YOUR ANUS LETS DO THIS
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So, first of all we should start at the holy grail of evanstan and its fics. It’s by far the most beautiful, outstanding, and unique evanstan fanfic that is novel-worthy, that’s why it’s separated from every other fanfic. The Beyonce of Evanstan. It’ll have you sinning, crying, horny, squealing, howling, and grasping pillows. I even made a playlist for it (it’s that good) check it out here.

TITLE: Sugar Daddy 
AUTHOR: whatthebodygraspsnot (who also has a tumblr!)
RATING: M
WORD COUNT: 91,139
DESCRIPTION: Sebastian is a broke and abandoned college kid trying to scrape up enough money to pay for rent and tuition. When he meets Chris, an accomplished architect who takes him under his wing, he doesn’t understand what his friends keep calling him until he looks it up for himself.

Sugar daddy (n) is a slang term for a man who offers to support a typically younger woman or man after establishing a relationship that is usually sexual.
WARNINGS: Age gap

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TITLE: I Wanna Taste The Way That You Bleed
AUTHOR: SuperAnarchy
RATING: E
WORD COUNT: 16,425
DESCRIPTION: Sebastian is an old vampire, Chris is a new pleasant prey.
WARNINGS: Blood Drinking, Vampire Kink
STATUS: Completed

Dark, compelling, great. Kinky and passionate. It’s fucking great.


TITLE: Amateur Cartography
AUTHOR: luninosity, MonstrousRegiment
RATING: M
WORD COUNT: 80,905; Multi-chapter
DESCRIPTION: Sebastian’s his father’s son, with every family tie and keeping-the-mafia-partners-happy duty that entails. He shouldn’t be looking at Chris. He shouldn’t want to let Chris sketch his hands. He shouldn’t, above all, let himself fall in love with Chris.

He is looking, and he does want to, and he’s falling in love.
WARNINGS: Drug use
STATUS: WIP

One of the best evanstan fics I’ve ever read. Beautiful, artistic, and deep. Shows a very reluctant Sebastian and a very determined Chris. Mad respect to the 5PM fanfics. Very detailed and sad, really dives deep into Sebastian’s character.


TITLE: Baby-Face
AUTHOR:
whatthebodygraspsnot
RATING: E
WORD COUNT: 4,194; One shot
DESCRIPTION: Chris doesn’t do this. He doesn’t go out and look for people to take home and he especially doesn’t zero in on boys who look like they’re just barely legal.But here he is regardless, not enough drink in him to justify the wave of heat that floods his body as his eyes fix on the boy sitting at the bar. The one with long arms and delicate wrists and a baby-face that’s sweeter than it really should be. The one who is very much aware that he’s being watched, because every once in a while he’ll reward Chris with a little smirk that turns that sweet little face into something else entirely.
WARNINGS: Age gap
STATUS: Completed


TITLE: Draw A Line Or Be With It
AUTHOR: Abijam
RATING: M
WORD COUNT: 2570
DESCRIPTION: Chris and Sebastian have to share a bed for two weeks.
WARNINGS: None

Very slow, then very cute, not very detailed. Stick around for a while. Exact definition of slowly, then all at once.


TITLE: Nothin’ Stupid 
AUTHOR: WillowPerpetua
RATING: M
WORD COUNT: 712; One Shot
DESCRIPTION: After the Patriots win the Super Bowl, Sebastian surprises Chris at his hotel, but Chris can’t get his head out of the game.
WARNINGS: None
STATUS: Completed

Very passionate, short, and cute.


TITLE: You Knew From Our First Kiss (that I would break your heart
AUTHOR: Blink_Blue
RATING: E
WORD COUNT: 19,125
DESCRIPTION: Chris thinks he might be in love with Sebastian. Mistakes are made, but it’s not until a past love comes back into Sebastian’s life that Chris realizes what he truly wants.
WARNINGS: None


TITLE: I Was Broken Before I Met You
AUTHOR: SuperAnarchy
RATING: E
WORD COUNT: 5,182
DESCRIPTION: Chris is the leader of a world famous rock band, Sebastian is this young singer-songwriter-composer propelled into the spotlight at a very young age. They couldn’t be more different, but Chris should know by now that appearances can be misleading.
WARNINGS: Alcohol use
STATUS: Incomplete


TITLE: Baby Boy
AUTHOR: winterandhonor
RATING: E
WORD COUNT: 5,886
DESCRIPTION: Chris and Sebastian realize they have the same kink and are finally able to act on it while on press tour for Civil War. Sebastian desperately wants to be a good little boy and Chris is more than happy to take care of him. Sebastian just might have bitten off more than he expected.
WARNINGS: Daddy kink, Age Play, Autoerotic Asphynxiation, Spanking

Your one way ticket to hell.


TITLE: Unplugged
AUTHOR: betty days (sadrobots)
RATING: E
WORD COUNT: 7,138
DESCRIPTION: “Prep yourself before you get to the studio. Wear the panties I bought you. The black lace ones. I’ll meet you in your dressing room an hour before you go on. xo”

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Wherein Chris wants his brain to just shut up, Sebastian offers his assistance, and the author stamps her express ticket to the special hell.
WARNINGS: Some bondage and possessive behavior but nothing much it’s lit

Dirty talk. Dirty. Talk. Dirty fucking talk.


TITLE: Just One More Time
AUTHOR: LadyFrost (orphan_account)
RATING: E
WORD COUNT: 1,781
DESCRIPTION: Chris and Sebastian aren’t together anymore. Chris had been sure that he was over the other man, but he couldn’t have been more mistaken.
WARNINGS: None


TITLE: Dress Up
AUTHOR: eclecticxdetour
RATING: E
WORD COUNT: 2,664
DESCRIPTION: Sebastian dresses up for Chris.
WARNINGS: Crossdressing

Soooo who wants to go to church with me


TITLE: The Seven Deadly Evanstan Sins
AUTHOR: SuperAnarchy
RATING: E
WORD COUNT: 6,574
DESCRIPTION:
Envy, Gluttony, Greed, Lust, Pride, Sloth, Wrath.

Here are the Seven Deadly Sins. The Capital Vices, Cardinal Sins; so named because they’re known to be the origin of any other sin. Every human being can be pushed, tempted to cross a line, transgress it, to commit a sin. Every one of us are subjected to fault, to react in different ways to the temptation.


WARNINGS: Violence, hint of homophobia, see tags for more information

An absolute fucking masterpiece. I’ve been waiting for something like this and it describes each sin so perfectly. The devil probably blushed while reading this smh.


TITLE: Getting Approval
AUTHOR: eclecticxdetour
RATING: G
WORD COUNT: 5,666
DESCRIPTION: Chris gets assigned to illustrate Sebastian’s upcoming children’s book. They hit it off professionally, but Chris isn’t ready for their relationship to end when the book is ready for publishing. He’s been interested in Sebastian romantically since early in their contract and, when he takes a chance and asks Sebastian on a date, finds out that Sebastian has a two year-old daughter.
WARNINGS: None

This is the cutest little thing. Just absolutely adorable.


TITLE: Stay With Me Awhile
AUTHOR: sidekikcs
RATING: G
WORD COUNT: 1,747
DESCRIPTION: In Chris’ Super Bowl excitement, he blurts out a proposal to Sebastian.
WARNINGS: None

Definitely 100% worth reading, not too short and not too long. This is one of the fics you should definitely read before going to sleep or something, it’ll get you smiling.


TITLE: every thirty-three minutes you jump for your life
AUTHOR: ninemoons42
RATING: G
WORD COUNT: 1,364
DESCRIPTION: Chris muses about life, the universe, toasters, and everything just before he embarks on a BSG rewatch with Sebastian.
WARNINGS: None

Oh my god this is the cutest thing, best read when it’s raining or snowing. Or when you’re somewhere cold. Idk. Just plain and simple and cute.


TITLE: I Won’t Let Go of You
AUTHOR: sidekikcs
RATING: G
WORD COUNT: 3,335
DESCRIPTION: They day they’ve both waited so long for is finally here.
WARNINGS: None

IT’S SO FLUFFY IM GONNA DIE THIS !!!! THIS IS THE DREAM WEDDING DAY WHERE EVERYTHING’S WHITE AND EVERYONES HAPPY AND THERES SUNLIGHT EVERYWHERE THIS IS IT


TITLE: Late Night
AUTHOR: fuckinsebastian
RATING: G
WORD COUNT: 554
DESCRIPTION: Fluffy Evanstan. It’s too short for a summary.
WARNINGS: None

Hehehe. There’s a surprise inside. (Hint: It’s a little girl.)


TITLE: Companion
AUTHOR: eclecticxdetour
RATING: G
WORD COUNT: 4,284
DESCRIPTION: Chris and Sebastian adopt a dog.
WARNINGS: None

Domestic fluff, this is basically the AU of Evanstan, despite not having as many fics as it should have. This is it. This is so them.


TITLE: clap along if you know what happiness means to you 
AUTHOR: straddling_the_atmosphere
RATING: G
WORD COUNT: 696
DESCRIPTION: Sebastian never gets questions during interviews and it’s starting to bring him down. Chris channels his inner Steve Rogers and helps out.
WARNINGS: None

Nothing too much, nothing too little. Where Chris plays the encouraging hero. It’s great and it’s cute.