chris you are a terrible brother

What Is The Shape Of Your Monster? – Get Out and Thought-out Horror

Get out.

No, I’m dead serious. If you haven’t already seen Jordan Peele’s Get Out yet, I need you to do me a massive favor. I need you to bookmark this page, close this page, and absolutely do not read this page— or any other essay or article on Get Out— until you’ve finished watching it.

I’m not just saying this because this essay will contain major spoilers for a movie that is best enjoyed going in knowing as little as possible— I mean, yes, it will— but most of all I just want as many people to see this movie as possible. It is by far the most socially relevant American movie to come out this year, at time of writing, if not one of the most socially relevant pieces of American art of the past decade.

It’s also just a very good movie.


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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.

Off Limits (Skam - Chris x OC) Part 8

Pairing: Chris x OC

Synopsis: Mara Magnusson has always had everything she ever wanted in her life, except for one thing. The boyish charm of her brother’s childhood friend had wrecked her poor heart and ruined her for any other guy – you can trust her, she has tried. She could see the way he looked at her, though she knew there were rules about not hitting on your best friend’s little sister. Luckily for her, there were no restrictions when it was the other way around.

Word count: 1.3k

Warning: significant lack of Chris (sorry)

A/N: This one is short, but I feel like it was necessary to write a Will/Mara focused chapter. I didn’t think it would turn out this long, I first planned on making this the first part of a chapter and then have a Mara/Chris scene. But then I would have to cut the next scene in two, which I don’t want to do. Besides, I haven’t posted anything yesterday (a big thank you to all those who took the time to write me when I was feeling down) so I really wanted to post a little something today.


Part 7 <<<< >>> Part 9

By the time William came back with dinner, Mara had showered, dried her hair, changed into something she wold have worn if she had actually been to the cinema, and watched three times the trailer of a movie that played today. She was covered, no matter what. The only sign of her extra-curricular activities was the hickey on her collarbone, but she fixed this problem with a turtle neck.

William looked like he was seriously questioning if Mara was worth the whole trip downtown just to buy sushi, but then she smiled and brought the plates and the drinks to the living room, while he slouched down on the couch, seemingly exhausted.

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Let Me Protect You Part 2/Chapter 1 (Chris x OFC Emilia)

Pairings: Chris Evans x OFC Emilia

Word Count: 1,897

Warnings: Swearing, Mild Angst, Fluff, Kink Talk

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Now that Chris and Emilia have established their relationship, she moves into his house after her brother decides to live in New York. Emilia is in bliss, thinking maybe her life will finally be at peace.  But are things always that easy in Emilia’s life?

This was all a dream…right? You kept pinching yourself throughout the day as you packed up your small guest house into boxes, getting ready to move into Chris’ house.  It had been two weeks since you returned from spending Christmas in Boston with Chris and his family.  Two weeks since Eric told you he was selling his house and moving to New York to follow Frank while he started his new Netflix show.  

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okay so i was thinking about the arclights, and each of their individual biggest strengths and weaknesses

for Michael, his biggest strength is his kindness and loyalty. He’s soft, he’s caring, and he’ll protect the people he loves. Obviously he’s not WEAK, since he fights viciously against Yuma and he’s pretty darn serious when he fights that bug guy and Mizael in Zexal II. but for as strong as he is, he always fights for reasons he believes in- for the people he cares about. but sadly, this is also his biggest downfall. he’s so trusting, he’s so loyal, he’s easily manipulated. He was possibly the hardest of the brothers for Tron to manipulate, because of his resistance to doing bad things, but once he had him, that was it. during the duel with Yuma he had so many chances to back down before the end, and each time he resisted. He refused to do what felt to him like betraying his family. This also goes in line with his deck, a deck of artifacts, which symbolize how he’s stuck in an idealistic past.

now onto the biggest mess in history, Thomas Arclight. His faults are pretty obvious right from the get-go. he’s arrogant, he’s antagonistic, he’s sadistic and cruel and rude and just an all-around jerk. Except… he’s not really any of those things, I don’t think. I mean, yeah, he’s a jerk, but there’s so much more to him than that too. he might seem selfish, but when you think about it, he does everything he does out of love for his family too. most of all, his desire for attention. He’s the type of person who wants to be the center of attention all the time, but the thing is, no one gives it to him. Tron is a manipulative hearless father and Chris is too cold and distant to give it to him. there are only two people who ever come remotely close to acknowledging him: Michael, which is likely why they seem to be somewhat close (as seen by the tag duel), and Ryoga. Ryoga gives IV negative, antagonistic attention, but he loves it. He feeds off that and keeps being worse and worse and acting up so that someone shows him that he exists at all. he’s been ignored, and the most crushing blow is losing Tron’s trust. when he finds out he was manipulated and used, his heart breaks. he did so much for Tron because he thought that for once he was FINALLY being acknowledged, SOMEone cared enough about him to ask for his help, so he did it wholeheartedly. to see Tron toss him aside just demolishes him, and so he willingly submits to losing to Ryoga without even putting up much of a fight. Again, this is why his deck fits him perfectly- he plays puppets because that’s all he ends up being, with Tron pulling the strings

And then there’s my beloved Christopher Arclight, the oldest of the kids and the one who probably felt the most complex emotions when his father left. There’s a lot of apparent good and bad with him: he’s calm-headed and tactical, but he’s also cold and uncaring, even cruel enough to dismiss his brothers’ suffering. But there’s so much more when you look deeper at the same time. Chris acts as Tron’s right hand, always right next to him, always just calmly watching as things happen. He’s the closest one to Tron. i’ve always thought that on some level, Chris knows how terrible Tron is and that it’s not the man his father used to be. But he doesn’t want to believe it, because if he does, then everything he is becomes irrelevant. he practically threw away all of his meaningful relationships when Tron left, trying to get revenge and take out this anger. But the problem is, he knows his motives are hollow. He knows the story of what happened to Tron, but he doesn’t truly blame Kaito. Maybe he did at one point, but during their duel it becomes apparent that Chris isn’t into this. He gets angry because Kaito keeps dragging it out, forcing him to face the reality of what he’s sat idly by and allow to develop. He doesn’t mind that Kaito antagonizes him because I’m pretty sure he antagonizes himself more. By the time both of his brothers are gone, he’s glad to lose to Kaito so that he can just die (or enter a comatose state, whatever) along with them. But when he comes back in Zexal II I love him so much because of how he’s changed. he’s become a leader now, his own kind of leader. he’s distanced himself from Tron and he’s no longer just quietly acting as his servant- he’s a cool-headed and intelligent leader who will protect his brothers at any cost. the amount of internalized emotion in his character is what really gets me- the guilt, the depression, the self-antagonism are all coded, but they’re there for sure. and it reflects in his deck: a space deck to reflect his cold and distant personality, and an ace monster that’s a satellite, just like he’s a satellite to Tron (thanks to @yugiohlesbian for making me think of that one). But at the same time, his number card, Dyson Sphere, is based on an actual concept which is the idea of harnessing a star’s energy to power a colony. And if you look at Number 9, that’s just what it is- it has buildings and cities on the panels. he may have once been cold and distant, but now he’s able to use his talent to bring life to the people around him. he’s still surrounded by the coldness of space, but he’ll keep the important people close to him alive

and Tron plays Heraldic Beasts because he’s a herald who brings the news of what a shitty person he is everywhere (jk)

Ozzy's how to guide - Worshiping the god named Myles Kennedy

1. Never spell his name with an “i”.  Or you will be banished to the hell that is called the Justin Bieber fandom.

2. Accept him as the king of adorkableness!

3. Make sure to keep staring into his death by baby blue eyes…

4. Drool constantly over his topless image.

5. When you see his beautiful smile, melt and refer to him as “Smyles”.

6. Appreciate the fact that no one can sing like Myles Kennedy by listening at least 3 times a day to songs of Citizen Swing, The Mayfield Four, Alter Bridge and Slash’s albums. Collaborations with the likes of Sevendust and Gov’t Mule are also acceptable.

7. Watch the terrible movie called Rockstar, just for its final scene:

Also, remember to make appropriate jokes relating this to either Chris Hemsworth or Tom Hiddleston. Or both. Both is better.

8. Adore baby Myles. Pay extra attention to the era when he was actually a lost Hanson brother.

9. Go gaga over his dancing skills

And remember, that the cause of those skills, is the fact he’s actually Kevin Bacon!

10. Complain about the fact that 99% of his shirts are black, then threat to burn them all unless he agrees to go shopping with you.

11. Go squee overthe monkey beanie

12. Always feel disappointed that the international incident of epic proportions never actually happened…

B/C you need to see that!

13. Constantly wonder why does L'Oreal insist on not having him in their commercials.

14. Offer to hug him when it seems like he’s hugging himself

Also, always be first in line when he offers free hugs!

15. Whenever he makes one of this faces:

Announce that he gotta poop

16. And most importantly, sacrifice bananas to him! The more the better!

Winter Break: Part Fourteen

Summary: Your brother, Sebastian Stan, is taking you for a little vacation and internship scouting with him on the set of Captain America: Civil War. On the trip, interesting friendships are made, and Spider-Man doesn’t stay your least favorite superhero.

Characters: Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans, Anthony Mackie, Tom Holland, Scarlett Johansson, Chadwick Boseman, Robert Downey Jr., Paul Rudd, Daniel Bruhl, Don Cheadle, Elizabeth Olsen, Jeremy Renner, Paul Bettany, Emily VanCamp

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: guys, I’m so sorry for the week long wait but as I had posted earlier, school is getting a little more aggravatingly busy with exam prep and it’s driving me absolutely insane to want to be writing and having to commit to my studies butttttt I have a week off so I plan on finishing Winter Break and possibly uploading something else I’ve had in mind soon. enjoy this part! (:

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“You just want me to sit here?”

Anthony nods. “Act like Elizabeth Olsen and Scarlett Johansson aren’t sitting a few feet away from you.”

“That’s easy,” you shrug.

There would only be one day for filming in Berlin, and it was at a quaint coffee shop in Berlin where the very first scene was being shot. It was just Elizabeth, Scarlett, and yourself sitting in the café’s outside seating, but they would be speaking to Chris, who was in a hotel window somewhere in one of the buildings surrounding the street, dressed in his Captain America uniform. Later, it would be Chris, Mackie, and Emily filming inside of the café, supposedly after the bombing Daniel would do in Vienna as Bucky.

Contrary to your original thought, Sebastian wasn’t needed at all in this scene or the next, but he was one of the extras with you, wearing a snapback hat with his hair tied up under it, and sitting off camera across from you at a table a few yards from Scarlett.

“This is boring,” he complains, fiddling with his coffee cup as Anthony walks back to Joe, who was arguing with one of the crew personal about a camera.

“Stop complaining,” you reply, using your phone as a calculator.

“I thought I took your phone away last night,” Sebastian says, watching you type in another system of numbers.

“And I took it back this morning,” you respond shortly.

To his credit, he hadn’t been mad after the game last night where he found out your virginity no longer existed; he’d been frustrated. And being the immature and confusing pretend parent your brother was, Sebastian had decided to take your phone away from you before you could leave the Cards Against Humanity game, interrupting your texts to Tom and the call you owed to Max.

“You’re supposed to be in trouble,” Sebastian grunts, beginning to reach across the table, but you finally look up at him, glaring.

“Don’t touch my phone,” you say seriously.  

Sebastian’s jaw clenches, but he relaxes back into his seat, gripping his cup of coffee tightly.

“Alright Stans!” Joe calls out, “Sebastian pull your hat down and make sure your hair stays up! Act like you’re just friends meeting up!”

“Three…two…one…rolling!” Anthony shouts.

You force yourself to smile at your brother and he smiles back at you.

“How has your day been?” he asks you pleasantly, and you pick up your own coffee, sipping at it.

“Boring,” you say. “I’ve been studying for a test that isn’t until next week and my brother’s being an annoying ass lately.”

Sebastian chuckles dryly. “Well, it’s smart you’re studying now instead of putting it off, and if your brother’s being a dick lately, then maybe you shouldn’t have done something irresponsible.”

“See, that’s what I knew he’d say to me,” you shake your head, sighing, “but it wasn’t irresponsible; I knew what I was doing.”

“Really?” Sebastian says, crossing his arms over his chest and getting comfortable in his chair. “Do enlighten me, dear sister.”

You purse your lips, reminding yourself to not look pissed in case the camera moves over you, and then smile.

“Well, dear brother, I do love Damon,” you tell him, “just not in the way a relationship called for. We both only figured this out after we got through sex and then realized that was too awkward to be the start of anything else.”

Sebastian stares at you for a long time, and then lets out a long sigh, his bad acting façade falling away. “(Y/N), why did you give something as precious as your first time to someone who’s only your friend?”

“Seb,” you exhale quickly. “I was dating him because I thought I loved him the way a relationship called for, but we both learned that just because we’re co-ed best friends doesn’t mean we need to date.”

“Do you regret it?” he asks you.

“No,” you shake your head. “Now can you please stop making me feel guilty for doing something independently?”

You feel Sebastian legs wrap around yours, and he reaches across the table, taking your hands away from your papers and pencil.

“I love you, okay little sister?” he says, his face sincere. “I’m just trying my best to look out for you.”

“I know Sebastian,” you respond, holding his hands, “but you have to remember I’m an adult now and nearly out of high school. I’m going to do some things you’re not going to like and things you’re going to be proud of.”

“I already am proud of you, (Y/N),” Sebastian tells you, his eyes not leaving yours. “I just want to keep you safe.”

You smile, and take your hands back, picking your pencil back up. “I’m always safe for you,” you assure him.

Sebastian snorts, leaning back into his chair again. “That’s hilarious because I specifically remember one time when you climbed out onto the roof and told me to fill the back of my truck up with water so you could jump into it. Where was any safety in that?”

“I was wearing a helmet,” you shrug, cracking a nostalgic smile as you recall this instance.

“You still broke your wrist.”

“I’m so bored,” you complain, leaning against a tree next to Sebastian with Elizabeth at your feet, playing Sudoku on her phone. Your books are on the ground next her, being used as her elbow rest. Personally, you felt that was as useful as a calculus text book was.

“Tell me about it,” Scarlett replies, tapping her fingers against the bottom of her own iPhone. “Scenes with Chris and Mackie take twice as long because all they ever do is crack up on each other.”

Booming laughter that flows out of the café a moment later confirms Scarlett’s statement.

“Why don’t we just go on a walk?” Sebastian suggests.

“Can’t,” Elizabeth speaks up. “Joe said he didn’t want us going anywhere until they finished this scene.”

You, your brother, and Scarlett all groan in unison, and Elizabeth chuckles.

“You all would be terrible to wait in lines with at amusement parks,” Elizabeth comments.

“Dude,” you say, “If I tried going to an amusement park with any of you, I’m pretty sure I’d be robbed of my brother.”

Sebastian snorts, “What can I say? The girls love tall, dark, and brooding assassins.”

“Oh please,” Scarlett rolls her eyes. “You’re shorter than Chris and are about as intimidating as a teddy bear.”

“Hey,” Sebastian shrugs. “Teddy bears can be scary.”

“Are you saying Ted is a horror movie?” you ask your brother.

Elizabeth chuckles, her weight resting against the tree, and turns her phone off.

“Hey wait a minute,” you say, stopping them each with your sudden thought. “If Disney owns Marvel, doesn’t that make all of you Disney princesses and princes?”

Scarlett’s brow creases, and Sebastian shrugs, saying, “I already knew I was a prince; I’m Luke Skywalker’s son.”

You face palm, and Elizabeth laughs louder, falling back into your legs.

“His ass is out of this world,” Elizabeth giggles, “in a galaxy far, far away.”

You laugh along with Scarlett and Sebastian, sinking to the ground with Elizabeth when she knocks you off balance.

“Oh my God,” Scarlett chuckles, and you shake your head, cheeks hurting from smiling.

Your phone suddenly goes off, and you pull it out of your front pocket, this time reading the caller ID, and answering excitedly.

“Hi Tom!” you chirp, out of breath from laughing.

“Hullo love,” he replies, sounding delighted.

“How are you?” you ask, standing up and putting some distance between you, Sebastian, and your friends.

Awh!” Elizabeth cries out. “Her and Tommy are talking.”

“So cute,” Scarlett teases, poking Sebastian in the face. He swats at her.

“Splendid,” Tom says, “and you? How is Berlin?”

Wunderbare,” you chuckle, “it means wonderful. Berlin is nice right now; it’s a little chilly but there’s no snow here yet.”

“Sounds wonderbar,” Tom tries to say, “it’s snowing a bit here, but not too badly.”

“That’s good,” you muse, wrapping your arm around your waist. “What time is it there?”

“About nine in the morning,” Tom responds. “Feels later though.”
“That’s the jet lag,” you chuckle.

“Hey Tom!” you hear a voice call from the background, and frown, not recognizing it to any of the female crew members you knew.

“Hey love,” Tom says, speaking to the other person, and then back to you: “I have to get going, love. Got something to do today before shooting. Text you later?”

“Uh, yeah sure,” you reply a little hesitant. “Who was that?”

There’s a brief pause. “Just a friend from the crew I met yesterday. I’ll text you later, (Y/N).”

“Bye,” you say, and he returns it quickly, before hanging up.

You stay with your phone raised to your ear for a moment, and then lower it gradually, until Elizabeth is hooking her arm over your shoulders, having followed you the good distance from the rest of them.

“My favorite couple,” she coos, and you look at her for a second, still a little unsure of how to feel to the abrupt goodbye, Sebastian’s fears from the argument you’d had with him last week surfacing in your mind. You force yourself to smile at her.

“Yeah,” you say, trying to be like your brother and be a good actress. “Favorite couple,” you echo.

Elizabeth grins and pulls you back in the direction of the group, which you hadn’t noticed had been joined by Chris, Mackie, and Emily.

“Hey guys,” Emily says when you and Elizabeth return.

“Hey,” you reply, and Elizabeth just flashes her a short smile.

“Why does she get a hug?” Chris pouts, wearing his Steve Rogers clothes.
“Because she’s nicer than you,” Elizabeth responds, pulling you closer and tucking her face into your neck.

Sebastian eyes catch yours, and you realize you haven’t reacted to Elizabeth.
Holding her sides, you make yourself push the Tom incident to the back of your head and tickle your friend’s ribcage.

“Go hug Rogers,” you say, bringing yourself to chuckle. “I’m sure he’s more comfortable than me.”

Elizabeth turns a shade of pink as Chris drags her into his arms, and keeps one of his arms over her shoulders even after he’s pulled away.

“God, that took forever,” Mackie comments, standing beside Sebastian.

“That’s because you wouldn’t stop making faces off camera,” Emily replies.

“Okay,” Mackie nods, “but that didn’t mean you had to laugh at them.”

Emily pulls a face and Mackie sticks his tongue out at her.

“Guys,” Scarlett says, capturing everyone’s attention. “You want to find out if we can go out to dinner anytime soon?”

“Scar, it’s like four in the afternoon,” Chris says.  

“Linner,” she shrugs. “I’m starving and you three should not have taken two and half hours to shoot one scene.”
“It’s Emily’s fault-”

“It’s Anthony’s fault-”

“You’re the one that kept making faces-”

You’re the one that mocked every word I said-”

Mackie and Emily speak over each other, and Chris snorts, grabbing his chest as he takes Elizabeth down with him as he keels over.

“Oh my God,” Elizabeth says, “he’s doing the left boob grab.”

This spurs a genuine laugh out of you, and you join the others as you jeer together at Chris’ odd habit.

“Hey!” Anthony Russo shouts over from across the pavilion, startling a few of the extras still hanging around. “Take break you guys and get something to eat!”

“Did we finish filming?” Scarlett asks.

“Hell yeah we did!” Joe yells, pumping his fist. “Phase One of Civil War is officially complete!”

“Only took five months,” Mackie murmurs, as the crowd around breaks into a small applause.

“Yay,” Chris beams. “Now we just have some ass kicking to do.”

“Oh man,” Sebastian rubs his knuckles. “I can’t wait to kick Downey’s ass into next year.”

Elizabeth looks over at you. “This is the side of the princes Disney doesn’t show in the movies.”


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Let Me Protect You Chapter 10/?

Pairings: Chris Evans x OFC Emilia

Word Count: 2,131

Warnings: Swearing, LOTS OF ANGST!  This chapter is pretty much PURE ANGST

Trigger Warning:  Self-harm. This chapter is heavily descripted with self-harm, so please read at your own risk if that triggers you!

Rating: R

Summary: After Emilia’s fiancé cheats on her, she moves to California to live with her brother Eric, who just so happens to be good friends with Chris Evans.  Follow Emilia and her roller coaster life through heartbreak, love, and emotional trauma. Will Emilia choose to let Chris into her heart, or will she remain broken and alone forever?

Could it be possible for someone to become more broken then they already were?  How could someone manage to live like this?  The constant roller coaster of life; one day life is great, and then it’s terrible for a week, then amazing for a month.  It’s just too much for someone to handle.

You were all alone, literally and figuratively.  You left Charlie because he cheated on you, you had to put your dog, who was your best friend, down because she was sick, your brother left for a month because of work, and now it looks as if Chris went back to his ex.  His ex, the girl who pushed you into the pool at your brothers’ party.

Maybe it was planned all along.  Maybe Chris knew all about your emotional trauma and planned this with Minka. That’s a possibility right?  But Chris doesn’t seem the type of person to do evil like that.

“AAARRRRGGGGHHHHHHH” you screamed as hard as you could.  You moved out to LA to get away from this shit!  To heal yourself!  And now you were in an even worse position!  

You needed the dark of your bedroom; the blackout curtains will give you shelter.  Your head was pounding from all the tension of emotions filtering in and out.  You tried to breathe through it as much as you could.  Sweat was starting to bead on your neck from your life crashing down around you.  

You shuffle into your bedroom with what little energy you had left and collapse on the bed.  All you wanted to do was take that razor blade and dig deep somewhere on your skin.  But it had been a week since you had done it, and you didn’t want to resort to that anymore.  You wanted to pull up your big girl panties and handle this like a normal person; cry for days.

You were jolted awake a few hours later from your dream, well, more of a nightmare.  A nightmare of memories you would have rather never had to think of again.  Trying to regain your breathing, you look at the clock to see it was almost 6pm. Fuck, you slept the whole day away; but as your mind becomes less foggy, you realize why that happened. Chris.  Chris and Minka.  Pictures of them sitting in his car, smiling at each other.  Charlie.  Charlie texting you to come home because he misses you.

Whimpering at the throbbing pain inside your head, you grab a cup of water.  All that crying and screaming in frustration really dried out your throat; it felt really hoarse.

After quenching your thirst, you start searching for your phone, afraid to see if anyone had texted you. Of course they had.  

Chris: I’m so sick of interviews!! What are you up to beautiful?

Chris:  You still sleeping?  It’s after 1pm silly

Chris: I have so much gel in my hair I’m going to have to take a three hour shower to get it all out haha

Chris: Ems it’s after 3pm now, I’m starting to get nervous. Did you get lost driving around LA? Are you stranded somewhere?

Chris: I really don’t want to pull this card but if I don’t hear from you soon I’m gonna give Eric a call.  I’m really worried Ems

Eric: I’ve called you a few times but you’re not picking up. Chris called me.  Emilia why won’t you answer him

Eric: Emilia damnit answer your phone.  You’re making me nervous now

Knowing you didn’t want Eric to call the cops to the house to check on you, you called him immediately to calm him down.

“What the fuck Emilia! Don’t pull that shit with me, why are you ignoring everyone?” he says anger and concern lacing his voice.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t feeling good so I have been sleeping all day” you lied through your teeth.  

“I call bullshit Em. Chris called me.  He’s stuck at his photoshoot and interview and is a nervous wreck.  What’s really going on?”

You blow out a sigh, knowing there’s no point in lying to Eric because he’ll get it out of you sooner or later.  

“Ugh, fine!  There is an article I happened to see on Twitter this morning saying that Minka and Chris might be back together.  There was also a fucking picture of them together in his car, and I know for a goddamn fact that it was from this morning, and not the past” you huff out in annoyance.

“Emilia, you listen to me. I can promise you they aren’t back together.  Chris wouldn’t get back together with her even if she was the last woman on Earth. It’s the tabloids Em, this is what they do.”

“I don’t care Eric. I’ve realized I’m no good for him anyways.  I’ll just drag him down in life, and I don’t want that for him.  Look, I gotta go.  Love you bro.”  You quickly hang up the phone, not wanting him to hear the heartbreak in your voice.

The second you hang up with Eric, you get an incoming call from Chris.  Not wanting to deal with that open wound, you ignore the call, letting it go to voicemail.  


“God fucking damnit. LEAVE ME ALONE!” you scream to nobody but yourself as you unlock your phone and dial your voicemail.

“Hey Ems it’s Chris. I just got done with my photoshoot and interview and I’m heading home.  But if I don’t hear from you by then I’m coming over.  Emilia I’m really fuckin worried about you.  I don’t know if you’re stuck out in the middle of nowhere or at home injured.  Please call me back ok. Bye beautiful.

The tears are like waterfalls on your face.  Never ending. How do you even have tears left to give?

You heard it all in his voice.  The concern, worry, and fear was all there.  He was worried about you.  Why would he be worried about you if he was back with Minka?


“PLEASE STOP!! PPLEEEAASEEE!!!!” you wail as you slide down against the wall.  

Eric: I pulled the big brother card and told Chris why you weren’t answering.  He’s on his way to talk to you now.  Give him a chance to explain Em.  It’s not what you think.  I love you. I’m only a call away if you need me.

That’s it!  Fuck your big girl panties, your taking matters into your own hands now.  

Heading into your bathroom you turn to lock the door.  You turn your blue tooth on, put your playlist on shuffle, and turn the music all the way up.  You needed to drown out as much noise as you possibly could.

Stripping your robe off, you’re immediately met with goosebumps all over your body.  Luckily because of your late night shower, all your bracelets were off.  That was something you didn’t think you had time to do; taking each one off your wrist.

You start digging around your cabinet for the only thing that can hopefully give your mind a break from everything.  Once you finally reached what you were looking for, you sit on the cold tile floor, back leaning against the cabinet.  

Avril Lavigne’s “Nobody’s Home” starts over the speaker, and you can’t help but roll your eyes at the irony. The song is everything you’re going through right now, everything you’re feeling.

As the song starts, everything but the lyrics fades away as your left there with a razor blade clutched in your hands.

I couldn’t tell you

Why she felt that way

She felt it everyday

And I couldn’t help her

I just watched her make

The same mistakes again

The razor blade slices into your wrist.  The blood barely trickling up to the top of the open cut.

What’s wrong ,what’s wrong now

Too many, too many problems

Don’t know where she belongs

Where she belongs

You still felt everything. Every single emotion and feeling swirling through your head, your body.  It needed to stop.

She wants to go home

But nobody’s home

That’s where she lies

Broken inside

With no place to go

No place to go

To dry her eyes

Broken inside

You drag the blade against your wrist again, putting more pressure down this time.  You welcome the pain that you receive from the cut.  The burning and stinging sensation pulling you from all your thoughts.

Open your eyes

And look outside

Find the reasons why

You’ve been rejected

And now you can’t find

What you’ve left behind

There is more blood than the first cut as it pools to the surface.  The feelings and emotions fading from your head.  You start feeling more relaxed.

Be strong, be strong now

Too many, too many problems

Don’t know where she belongs

Where she belongs

More and more fresh cuts start to litter your wrist.  The blood and pain freeing you from your thoughts; you even felt a bit euphoric at this point.  

You sit there and think and feel nothing, nothing but the burning from the fresh cuts.  This was your happy place.  Void of feelings.  This is why you used this distraction over anything.  

You sit there for a while, savoring the pain.  You start to feel a bit light headed and look down and realize why.  You couldn’t even see your wrists, they were covered in blood.

Slowly getting up, you turn the water to warm and rinse your wrist, bringing on even more pain.  It seemed sadistic you realize, but you were afraid something worse would happen if you weren’t able to contain it.  

The doorbell rang and you froze.

“Shit fuck damnit!!” you curse to yourself, trying to clean up everything as fast as you can.  You knew it was Chris; it slipped your mind earlier that your brother told you he was coming over here.  Pausing, you also remember Chris mentioning he still had keys to the guest house from when he lived here.

“Emilia?” Chris questions as you hear him walking around your house, your music long ago turned off. You become stiff, holding your wrist in your towel and looking at your door.  

“Ems, you in there? Listen, Eric told me what happened. Just open the door, let me explain myself.”

You were frozen.  You could not move.   Your feet were stuck to the floor, and you were utterly terrified of seeing Chris.  Talking to Chris.  You couldn’t do it.  

His knocking continued becoming rather persistent.  “Damnit Ems don’t make me break down this door.”

“I’m naked” you blurt out, not even thinking about it, “I mean I’m taking a bath”, you say putting your right hand up to smack your forehead.  

Damn it!  You had planned on completely ignoring Chris in the hopes he would just give up and go home.  But no, you crack under pressure, like you always do.    

“I guess I will just wait right outside the door then until you come out.”

“That could take all night Chris.  Just go home, please”, you say, a hint of anger in your voice.  

You look around your bathroom.  You’ve got the toilet, and water from the sink, you could very well spend the night in here.  You were stubborn when you got things set in your head, and you weren’t going to budge on this, at least not for a few hours.  

“I’m not going anywhere Ems. You need to hear what I have to say.”

“Then just say it, so you can be on your merry little way Christopher.”

That’s right, take that. You said his full name hoping he would get the hint that you were pissed off.  Hell, it was more like enraged.  At least the two of you didn’t start an actual relationship before this crap with Minka and him happened.  

“I’m not having this conversation with you through the door beautiful”, you could hear the playfulness in his voice.

“Well get comfy Evans, you’ll be out there all night.”

You started to get a little chilly, seeing as you were actually naked in the bathroom.  You had fallen asleep in just your robe last night, and hadn’t bothered to change since then.  You put your robe back on, being extra careful of your wrists.  You were able to stop the bleeding for the most part. There was still a little bit coming through your wounds, but it would be fine; it wasn’t enough to run down into your palm.

You grabbed a bunch of towels from the cupboard and made your own makeshift bed.  You laid down on them, trying to get comfy.

As you closed your eyes, your heart broke even more when you heard Chris sigh heavily from the other side of the door. 

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Some things are worth the wait

The very first time Peter meets the newly appointed head of the Argent family, he’s twelve and he shouldn’t even be there in the first place, so he’s hiding in some bushes downwind in the most undignified manner ever. To make matters worse, he just knows that mama caught him like ten minutes ago but can’t say anything to save face with said head of family.

It’s all Talia’s fault. If she hadn’t been needling him the whole week about attending the meeting, calling him baby, treating him as if she was his mother and, as always, throwing the alpha material thing in, he wouldn’t be in this situation. He’s going to get it so bad… but at least she won’t be able to hold it over his head. Sacrifices needed to be made.

Peter frowns. This Argent doesn’t look like much, to be honest. He wears the most horrible plaid shirt he’s ever seen, a graphic t-shirt (is that batman?), faded jeans and converse shoes, and where said shirt rides up it’s covered in tattoos. He doesn’t have to look at mama to know that she doesn’t respect him much to begin with.

But then, when mama starts negotiating, uncle Charles a stony presence at her side, it’s clear he doesn’t respect her either. Peter’s mind is blown away by the concept. They start trading barbs that make Peter want to laugh so bad and then it gets even better when Talia snarls threateningly and, after a brief look at her, he snorts dismissively.

Best day ever. He will commit her face into his memory and maybe even paint it and gift it to her.

He thought he would get bored halfway through the meeting, but it’s like watching his favorite show and reading a new book all rolled into one. Treaties are made, insults are traded and Peter ends up having hope for the future, because if a man like that can be respected (you just have to see his people’s faces) and rise to run a family like the Argents… He squints his eyes. And, if you take off his beard, he doesn’t look much older than Talia!

As they are leaving, the man looks in his direction and smirks. Peter goes home chastised, punished for a month and nursing a crush the size of Mexico.

Kate doesn’t know what to think about her new guardian. Judging by the closed off face Chris is sporting, he’s the same. They are in the living room, sitting side by side, and he’s in front of them, leaning on his knees with his elbows. The cane their father used is still leaning on the doorway and she eyes it warily. The man follows her gaze and visibly blanches before covering it.

“Okay,” he says, clearly bracing himself, “okay. First things first, that" he motions to the cane ”is never happening in this house again. Ever.“ He looks at them earnestly and they both nod cautiously because he seems to be expecting some kind of response. “Second, my name is Stiles, well, not really, but no one can pronounce my name because it’s polish, hence, Stiles. Much easier for everyone. Anyway, back on track. As you know, I’ll be your guardian from now on and I think it’s best if we lay some ground rules for everyone.”

It takes them two months before they start to believe that things won’t be done the same ever again. For starters, they don’t have to train if they don’t want to, and they can give their opinion on things without being taken to task or being ridiculed. The cane was gone from the get go, burned to cinders in the fireplace. He takes them to Ikea to change their rooms however they want to and they remodel the entire house until it’s unrecognizable.

When, after those two months, Chris asks to be trained again, this time of his own volition, she sits to watch. Not even that remains the same. Creatures aren’t just monsters, but bifaceted beings. Good and bad, he teaches. She joins them the next day.

Victoria comes to visit, an almost sneer in her face and veiled insults about the way he’s running the family in her mouth. She leaves furious, slamming the door, and Chris is devastated. Stiles apologizes for hurting Chris but not for making things clear. Victoria ignores Chris for a week, leaving him a moping mess, before she comes back and Stiles shows her why he’s head of the family when he honest to god threatens her not to hurt Chris ever again. Kate superglues all her textbooks for good measure and Stiles high-fives her. She grins for the first time in his presence.

For the first time in her life, someone shows to parent-teacher meetings and helps her with homework if she needs it. When she turns eight, he gives her an entire container of snickerdoodles to bring to class and share. And, after asking her and letting her decide, he organizes the best party ever, inflatable castle included.

Chris dares to bring university brochures home and waits for his reaction with bated breath. It’s still too soon for that, but if that’s an option that’s on the table, he wants to know so he can at least try to raise his GPA his last two years of school. Stiles just sits down to listen and give advice on career options, going as far as taking his laptop out to look for information when his own knowledge is lacking. Kate gives her brother one of Stiles’ homemade cookies when he looks about to cry.

The second time Peter meets the head of the Argent family, he’s fourteen and his cousin Daniel has disappeared without a trace.

The entire family is in uproar. Daniel was there one second and then he wasn’t. There’s no scent to track, no clues about what happened. His human twin, Amalia, was left behind, untouched. His mom is at the end of her tether, Aunt Isabel can’t stop crying and uncle Charles is devastated too.

While Peter gets stuck with babysitting duty, they search the woods, contact Deaton, they talk to the merpeople in the lake and to the flock of garudas in the preserve, but nothing. Three hours have passed and they are as lost as they were the first minute.

Then lo and behold, Argent pulls his beat up jeep to the front of the house. When he exits the car, little Daniel is in his arms, a little dirty and shaken, but otherwise unharmed. For a moment Peter expects a bloodbath but the man snarks his way into the house when the little boy doesn’t want to let go. He signals his men to wait by the car and they obey immediately, with no sign of complaints or doubt. Peter stares transfixed as he treats the pup with infinite care and patience until he finally reaches for his mom. The man doesn’t even complain when the kid, even in his parents arms, doesn’t let go of his sleeve.

He explains with hushed tones about the witch that had kidnapped Daniel because she needed the blood of a born virgin male beta for a ritual. He also states very clearly, a ruthless glint in his eyes, that the witch won’t be a problem anymore.

The pup reaches for him again and that implacable expression melts into something soft as he gives him his undivided attention. Talia tries to berate him about not contacting them before and he shots her down without even taking his attention from the kid. Peter is certain he’s a little bit in love.

Three year old Laura chooses that moment to grab Derek’s hair and pull with all her might. Derek starts bellowing and Peter sighs at the dirty look Talia throws at him. Argent’s lips twitch with mirth, oh so terribly amused for some reason.

Kate watches as Stiles helps Chris load his car, fussing all the time, and shares a fondly amused look with her brother.

“I think that’s all?” Stiles muses thoughtfully, checking inside the car. “I can’t believe it’s already time. I feel like I have to give you the obligatory awkwardly sentimental leaving-the-nest speech.”

“Please don’t.” Kate snickers at Chris’ pained expression.

“But then your dormmates will share their embarrassing goodbye speeches and you’ll feel left out…”

“I won’t,” he cuts in, but to no avail.

“… and then you’ll be singled out and won’t make any friends and I’ll have ruined your university experience altogether!”

“Dad!” Chris exclaims frustrated and then stops abruptly, shocked with himself. Kate looks at him wide eyed.

To his credit, Stiles only misses the beat for a nanosecond before recuperating. “And there you have it. I’m sure it will be the most original of them.” He looks at Chris earnestly, waggling his eyebrows ridiculously. “An embarrassingly emotional speech about not having an awkwardly sentimental leaving-the-nest speech. Aaand…“ He tackles him and Kate falls from her seat on the porch laughing. “Complete with a farewell hug.“ Then he honest to god pats Chris’ head. “I’m so proud of myself right now. Here, take the care package.”

“Aren’t those supposed to be sent after leaving?” Kate inquires from the floor, still giggling.

“What’s in here anyway? It weights a lot.” Chris opens it a bit and his eyes widen. He tries to look nonchalant as he closes his arms protectively around it. Stiles grins wickedly.

“I knew you would change your mind.”

The third time Peter meets the Argent family head, he’s sixteen and he is in deep shit. As in he’s going to die painfully tortured by the unholy collaborative union of a huntress and a darach shit. And all it’s thanks to Talia, of course. And her pup, don’t forget that devil spawn called Laura.

He told her not to go to meet those damn hunters alone, that it stank of trap, but did she listen? Did their mom listen? Or their dad? Of course not! He’s just a child, what does he know? And Talia is alpha material, an adult, she always knows best.

He had to follow her, of course, because if she died he’d end up on babysitting duty for forever… and also because Minilucifer had somehow sneaked into Talia’s trunk when they weren’t looking. She probably hadn’t noticed because these days her car is full of baby crap that smells of her children all the time.

Long story short, Peter helped her escape with the pup, only to end up captured himself. Why do these things happen to him? Why is it that his sister can mess up badly enough to have things go to a profoundly deep and wide pool full of shit and she always emerges smelling like roses?

He grunts when the darach gouges three deep gashes into his chest, in the shape of a triangle, and collects the blood to paint strange symbols in the immense tree stump beside them.

They’ve coated the ropes in some sort of wolfsbane, because they are burning his skin badly. It’s almost unbearable but he doesn’t give them the satisfaction of struggling and squirming like he needs to. In fact, he relishes in telling them nonchalantly what’s going to happen to them when they are found. He gets a fist to the face for his lip but he doesn’t stop.

Where the hell is the cavalry? Talia escaped at least an hour ago and still there’s no sign of the rescue team. Do they care so little? Peter knows that his family doesn’t care for him like they should, but he’s always thought that at least they would try to save him if something like this happened.

The huntress turns to hit him again, only to be flung backwards with a huge spray of blood that bathes the darach and messes with the markings on the stump. The darach turns startled and swiftly follows the same fate.

Peter loses consciousness and the next thing he sees is Argent untying the ropes and catching him before he falls, his tattoos dancing furiously on his uncovered skin. He carefully cleans the area where the rope touched him and applies some kind of ointment to it, as well as to where the darach cut him. Like magic, his accelerated healing kicks again. In a matter of minutes his mind starts clearing.

He lets the man put on him his jacket and inhales the scent that permeates it greedily. Argent gets up for a moment and Peter can’t help the whine that escapes him. He leans again and passes a hand through his hair soothingly and mutters something about waiting for him for a moment while he performs a cleansing ritual because he doesn’t know when he’ll find it again if he leaves and it’s too good of an opportunity to miss. Peter doesn’t understand completely but nods.

Afterwards, he watches as the man unearths an old looking jar and talks to it. He can’t make head or tail of what’s being said but the bottom line is that Argent opens the jar and something oppressively powerful comes out, hovers for a moment and leaves.

Not much later, in the man’s jeep, he resolves to win him. If he can have him for himself, he doesn’t care if his family doesn’t love him the way they should.

He doesn’t give the jacket back.

Kate has spent the whole weekend holed up in her room binging on snickerdoodles and Stiles has let her be and listened to her when she wanted to rant. Chris, who is visiting for Easter, tried once and afterwards has dedicated to resupply her with more sweets (that Stiles is steadily making) when she runs out.

The problem isn’t being dumped per se, no matter how unpleasant that was, but that the boy has gone out of his way to make it the most humiliating for her, with the added bonus of going for her best friend, Jessica. Former best friend. Did she mention that that former best friend has gotten her kicked out of the cheerleading team too?

Now, don’t be mistaken, Kate is a though lady, but she didn’t expect this at all and it hit her hard. She’ll get up like she always does, but for now she wants to wallow in her misery, thank you very much.

The next day, Stiles pokes his head into her room to ask her if she wants to go to the movies and it’s in the tip of her tongue to say no, but she takes a look around and decides she’s wallowed enough. She nods and he grins.

Of course, with her luck as it is, they run into them when they are buying snacks for the movie. She wants to bang her head into the nearest flat surface, but what she actually does is look at them as if they are beneath her, which, in reality, they are. She gets the satisfaction of seeing them bristle. She may be a damsel and in distress right now, but she doesn’t need the rescue because she also is a huntress and a ninja, as Stiles always tells her fondly.

They come near as a group, like the damn sheep they are, and try to bully her. Keyword: try.

“Kitty Kat?” Stiles comes to her side, passing an arm over her shoulders. Chris, as stoic as ever, stops on her other side. Jessica’s eyes bulge and it takes her a moment to remember that she has never actually met Stiles.

“You didn’t wait to replace me, huh?” her former boyfriend sneers, which is absurd, because Stiles is obviously way older than her. “What a…”

“So you are little Jimmy Wilson,” Stiles interrupts him, a wide dangerous smile in his face, his hand coming up to scratch at his beard. And then, not giving a damn about the fact that his preys are twelve year old kids, he proceeds to scare them to death without actually saying anything incriminating.

Kate starts laughing as soon as they scamper off, tears rolling down her face, and he embraces her, protecting her from prying eyes. “Oh, dad,” she hiccups. She doesn’t need the rescue, but it felt really, really nice, to be honest. She can be a huntress and a ninja another day.

Or maybe just a little bit later, because they skip the movie to play Hide-and-seek in the dark in their house, secret passways included, like they used to do when she was eight and starting stealth training.

The fourth time Peter sees Stiles Argent, he is eighteen and he’s standing beside Talia as her left hand, her husband Phillip on her other side, and they are reinforcing the treaty with her as the alpha. Alpha Deucalion and Alpha Satomi are present too. Christopher Argent flanks Stiles.

He shouldn’t be happy that it all goes to hell when rogue hunters attack the meeting place, but it gives him the opportunity to show how much he has improved on the last two years. He’s good and he knows it. He wouldn’t be Talia’s left hand at eighteen if he wasn’t.

Stiles Argent, though, is superb. Watching him fight is a thing of beauty. The way he mixes magic, guns and martial arts is an art on itself, flowing and brutal at the same time. A blast he produces reduces a hunter to a cloud of thin blood that evaporates. The skirmish is over in a matter of minutes. Peter has never wanted someone as he wants Stiles Argent.

Stiles gives him a hand to get up and his attention fixates on the jacket he’s wearing. The corner of his eyes wrinkle and his lips twitch. Peter grins delightedly.

“Wake up! It’s Christmas!” Stiles bellows from a level below and Kate groans. She decides to make a preemptive strike to avoid being squashed when he inevitably throws himself over her like every damn year, and seeks refuge in Chris room, pillow in hand. His voice grows nearer and she rushes. “Come on, slowpokes! Up, up, up!”

Chris grunts when she rushes into his room but opens the sheets for her. He grunts again when her cold toes find home under his calves. They hear the distinct sound of a picture being taken before a dead weight falls over them and wiggles. They both groan in response.

“Okay then, I’ll eat these by myself if you don’t want any!” he singsongs as he races out of the bedroom and both siblings spring from the bed as if they have been ejected, rushing after him to the kitchen. Stiles only makes his famous Death by Chocolate monster cookies on Christmas. Missing them is a sure cause for tears and desolation.

Stiles laughs.

Before leaving for university to study law, Peter tries to insert his presence in as many aspects of Stiles’ life as he can but seems to be foiled again and again. He finally succeeds when a damn hydra starts attacking the merepeople because she wants to take over their territory. What starts as a simple research meeting evolves into a permanent fixture in their schedules because they enjoy their bickering way too much. Peter may or may not have executed the most undignified victory dance ever and got caught by Derek.

When he actually leaves, he cons a promise out of Stiles to keep those dates up via Skype. They do it throughout the whole four years that his university stint lasts. His papers for class always end up featured in the professor’s lessons because Stiles is a devious little shit that dismantles all his arguments with ease, making him work for airtight ones. He graduates valedictorian.

He’s so stupidly in love with him that he doesn’t even look at anybody else the whole four years.

Kate debates between laughing at her dad’s babbling and crying herself. Chris is looking very handsome in his wedding suit and he looks like he himself is debating between being amused at Stiles’ antics and exasperated. They both share a smile. She passes him a tissue and he blows noisily.

She will be eternally grateful for her dad appearing in her life. What would have been of them if Gerard was still alive? She shudders. Thinking logically, she’s always know that he had something to do with Gerard’s disappearance, but she doesn’t care. This wonderful man came into their lives and turned them around completely. He gave them love and understanding in equal measures, and also the tools to make themselves self-sufficient, to be able to stand on their own two feet proudly. He let them try new things for themselves, helping them when they needed it, cheering them on their successes and catching them on their failures. Can anyone question why she loves him so much?

When Victoria starts walking down the aisle, her dad gives her a kiss on the crown of her head first and then another in her forehead before rushing to his allocated position as the groom’s best man. At the reception, when he gives his mandatory speech, he threatens the bride again, like he did all those years ago, and Kate laughs so hard that she cries. Chris facepalms.

Yes, she will always be thankful of his presence in her life.

Peter is twenty-six when his fourteen years long campaign bears fruits. He eyes the naked sleepy man beside him and smiles.

“Yeah, yeah, persistent little bastard… you win. If you have time to be smug, bring me some coffee,” the man grumbles and Peter snickers but complies, placing an affectionate kiss on his shoulder before going to the kitchen.

“What’s the plan today?” Peter asks, coaxing Stiles to lay on his chest between his legs, his own back leaning on the headboard.

“I promised to take Allison to the park.” Stiles will never get over the fact that he’s a granddad at thirty-four years old. Sometimes he still doesn’t believe it.

Later, at the park with a two year old Allison, his breath catches and Peter looks at him questioningly. He closes his eyes and smiles at him, leaning for a kiss to make what’s coming more sweet than bitter.

“Ah, hello! Is she your daughter?”

“Granddaughter, in fact.” In the sandbox Allison laughs. “Stiles Argent, nice to meet you.”

“Claudia Stilinski. Nice to meet you too.” She looks to her right and beckons a man closer. “This is John, my husband. And that little boy is our son, Miłosław.”

Allison laughs again, making grabby hands at him and he indulges her. She hugs him and plants a wet kiss on his cheek. He carries her to where a little boy with way too much energy and not an ounce of power of concentration sits. He knows that the kid has a difficult time making friends even at this age, which is probably why his mother has approached a complete stranger in the park.

“Hello there, Miłosław,” he ignores the surprised gasp from behind, “this is Allison. Do you want to be friends?”

Sooo… this happened? I was writing another completely different time travel for my teen wolf bingo card and this crept on, grabbed me and wouldn’t let go.

Well, anyway, might as well use this for the time travel au square?

NOTE: Corrected some typos. I think I got them all?

Deleted lines from The Avengers script #494
  • Steve: *(about Loki)* Thor, what's his play?
  • Thor: Well, it's as yet unfinished, but it concerns the rather strained family dynamics of an Nordic king and his two princess daughters. One is the favoured and desirable Hálfviti, with hair so fair and golden.
  • Steve: But I actually meant—
  • Thor: She is next in line to be Queen of all the Nine Regions, but she's a vain, greedy, cruel, witless oaf-woman, unlike her younger sister Fullkominn, an under-appreciated, raven-haired, jade-eyed, beautiful, brilliant sorceress. And there's arguments and tension and battles, particularly for the affections of the handsome Fandrella, but Fullkominn always comes out on top. Hahaha!
  • Steve: But—
  • Tony: Hm. Sounds pretty Shakespearean. Where do you perform it?
  • Thor: It will be outside, in a wondrous, jade-coloured esplanade!
  • Tony: "Esplanade"? Like, a park?
  • Thor: Yes. I will be playing Hálfviti and Loki Fullkominn; Loki says it is because we happen to have the same hair colours as our characters.
  • Steve: Bu—
  • Thor: Brother also takes great care in sewing the costumes. This year I heard he promised to weave me a cover for a new breast-plate that was carved from the finest jade-coloured jade!
  • Steve: B—!
  • Thor:
  • Thor: Brother! Is this a new line from the play? Is this after the kissing scene? Or the other kissing scene?
  • Tony: Oh *now* I want to see this play.
  • Steve:
  • Steve: Can I be in the play?
FLASHFIC: long time listener

Another jam fic from the Discord. Davekat. In which Dave is the DJ of a radio station and someone keeps requesting terrible music during his shift.

> Dave: Be the rider.

No, it’s ‘be the Midnight Strider,’ your current on-air personality for Radio SBRB (complete with asinine We’ll BRB after these messages! jingle), the radio station you work at. You try to keep things fresh and change your DJ moniker on the regular. 

You keep a list to avoid any repeats: DJ DS was the first title you awarded yourself, back when you were shoved on the air only two days after your interview. The Turntech Godhead was a longrunner, almost two months, but you didn’t like how many randos hit you up on pesterchum once they figured out it was your handle there. Now, you’re the Midnight Strider after the nickname your older sister gave you stuck. You’ll move on to something fresh and new as soon as the next idea occurs to you.

You claim to just be The Strider before 12AM ticks around, as your shift starts at 10PM, actually. There are few things more satisfying than playing the THX cinema hum at 11:59 to announce the start of your reign of musical benevolence.

This is probably why management likes you, you think. You extemporize. Like a good DJ should.

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Happy Birthday to the fabulous @viperbranium!

Have an Evanstan ficlet with magical toymaker Seb. <333


Chris, running late, ducks into the enchanted toy shop five minutes before closing and thirty minutes before he’s due at his niece’s birthday party. He can technically make it on time with a good teleport spell; too bad he’s generally awful at those. In his defense, he’s a politician, not a magical expert.

“Hey,” he says to the seemingly empty air, to rows of colorful toys and building-blocks and moving dollhouses. “Is anyone here?”

“Hi!” Glorious blue eyes and dark hair pop out from behind a shelf—in fact they collide with the shelf, and Chris winces on his behalf, but a quick handwave magically steadies tumbling rocket-ships. “Sorry, I was doing inventory, I didn’t hear you—that is a terribly metaphysical question, though, Congressman Evans, but yes, I’m here. What did you need?”

Chris, trapped in a whirlwind of sapphire sweetness and clumsiness and exuberance, gets out, “Um. I needed, um.”

“Oh,” say the eyes, interestedly, “that kind of toy? That’s technically my other shop, but I can certainly find something for you, just tell me which aisle to pop over into, enchanted self-powering dildos or bespelled wrist cuffs—”

“Oh god this is The Winter Toybox isn’t it oh god I’m going to kill my brother—”

“No, you’re in the right place, at least if you’re shopping for a child. Here, sit down.” Competent hands steer him to a seat; the sign on the door flips from open to closed by itself. The hands offer him a mug of coffee from the machine behind the counter; Chris accepts with both gratitude and bewilderment.  “Hi again, by the way. I’m Sebastian. And you’re Christopher Evans, from Massachusetts, yes?”

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