#.between him and Evan (shocker)

[sansloii]

Every time Andris opens his mouth, it's like I black out. When I come to, he's either said something mildly weird, passive-aggressive, or obsessive.

And if he hasn't said it, he's behaving in that way. If not that, then he's thinking about doing so

[crimsonlovebartylus]

regulus knew two things, one that he likes evan and two that he likes barty. now the thing that he did not know was what the fuck was he going to do about it.

he couldn't just simply go up to evan or barty and shout, "HEY I LIKE YOU" without both of them glancing at him as if he grew a second head. they were a trio, of bestfriends, nothing more.

but that didn't stop regulus from analyzing, trying to see if there was hope that they like him back - but also he didn't want to only date one, he wanted to be with both of them.

while regulus had absolutely no intention of ever telling them his feelings. his stupid brother got him drunk, during a game of shot or dare.

"Evan, Barty, this might come as a shocker." Regulus slur.

Evan blinks, doe eyed, a beautiful flush on his skin. "What." he asks with a slur.

"Shhhhhh ev, reg is trying to tell us something" Barty chuckles drunkenly.

Regulus blinks slowly, just taking a moment to take both of the men in front of him and can't stop the smitten sigh that escaped his lips, he gesture between them. "I like you both, more than friends but I don't think I could only date one of you if either of you liked me back."

Evan mouth part open, glancing at Barty and at Regulus. "You like me-.. I mean us? i-.. actually, i also like you both.."

Regulus was convinced the alcohol had finally made him hallucinate.

"Today is my lucky day huh," Barty grins, wrapping an arm around them and pulling them close to him. "I also, really like you both and I couldn't choose between you two because.. you're both mine."

[aaronsinferno]

These anons always expose themselves as never having another human connection because it is so damn obvious lmao. Relationships aren’t always the same. They each have their own pace, even straight ones. Did Bobby and Athena follow the same how to guide on a relationship as Chimney and Maddie? The answer is a hard no because (shocker) there isn’t one. Buck and Tommy have their own pace like every other and they are thriving with it. They really need to go out there and live their lives.

Also I recommend they learn what shock value means, because if you’re saying this about two characters that have been hinted at as being queer coded before, then it’s not actually shocking. The part that’s shocking to all of you is that Ryan did not want to play Eddie gay and the production or abc didn’t want to make it happen. If Buddie is so strong Tommy wouldn’t be needed as a stepping stone (according to the delusional ones).

THIS!!! I love a slow burn as much as the next person, but it’s rarely how things happen in the real world. It doesn’t make relationships less intimate or any less in general. They can still do a LOT with them if they really want to.

I’ve also always wondered if Ryan even wanted to play Eddie as Bi or Gay. Not that he doesn’t want to play queer characters or anything like that, but what if he doesn’t see that for Eddie? Seeing how Buddie stans hound the cast and crew constantly and how they slandered the show once upon a time due to the lack of interaction between Eddie and Buck, it would come off as nearly impossible for him to avoid the ship overall. So to make things easier on himself, why not roll with it? Who wouldn’t at that point?

Oliver said that he too has felt that there was more to Evan and would’ve loved to explore that side of him sooner, but Ryan would’ve been crucified if he ever stated how he didn’t feel the same for his character.

[satashiiwrites]

Choices and Regrets, Epilogue: Aftershocks (complete)

It’s finally done. I don’t know what to do with myself now.

I think I’m going to have a shot of whiskey (aka Writer’s Tears).

Title: Choices and Regrets Fandom: 911, partial fusion of Dark Matter (TV show/Blake Crouch Novel)

Relationship: Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz, Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz/Evan Buckley, and then add a third Buck (Navy Seal! Buck) for some extra spice. Oh and there’s some HenRen.

Warnings: Alternative Universe, canon typical violence, identity fraud which leads to some iffy issues with consent as it’s not who the person thinks it is that they’re sleeping with, kidnapping, character death (not our versions of Buck, Eddie or Christopher and extended firefam), multiple universes and travel between them, butterfly effect, threesome, foursome, Satashii stopped keeping track of who’s hand is where in the sex scenes, oral sex, rimming, anal sex, look…. It’s a sci-fi thriller. We’re going to hand wave all the science and medical stuff and just go with it for the sake of plot. Navy Seal Evan Buckley. Doppelgänger problems (aka there’s an Evil Buck), character bashing (I made Daniel evil too). A dash of mortal peril and fighting your way free…. Means someone is going to get shot. Angst. All the Angst. It gets dark before it gets better. Chapters have specific warnings.

Word Count: 109k

Rating: Explicit (shocker I know)

Summary: If you could go back and change the choices in your life, would you? Would you love the same people, go on the same vacations, have the same career? Or would you have regrets?

After the lightning strike, an unexpected visitor makes Buck question all the choices he’s ever made. From dropping out of the Seals to never making a move on Eddie because the time hasn’t been right. He’s going to get an up close and personal look at what could have been because another version of Buck is focused on taking his choices away from him—including Eddie and Christopher Diaz.

Buck being hit by lightning isn’t what changes things for them. It takes several weeks and something else to shift the mountain of feelings they’ve both been repressing for years to finally break free and allow them both to start moving as everything around them accelerates. 

The avalanche almost kills them both.  

Or maybe it does. 

In this universe, though, it starts on an innocuous Wednesday evening. 

The trauma of having Buck’s heart stop for three minutes and seventeen seconds has caused them both to spend an inordinate amount of time navel-gazing and thinking about their life. Eddie’s protective hackles are still raised, and it’s been weeks, while Buck is starting to feel stifled under his family’s loving attention. 

The lightning strike isn’t the event that causes the unacknowledged friendship stalemate they’ve dug themselves into to fracture. Both of them are too afraid of losing the other to recognize aloud that each other is the most important person in their lives other than their kid. 

Buck’s choice to linger around Eddie and Christopher, of all his family, is about more than comfort. The Diaz house is his safe haven; Eddie will always have his back, and he has Eddie’s.  

It’s the way they are. The way they’ll always be, Buck thinks. His friendship with Eddie is life-defining. Buck can’t imagine his life without Eddie by his side like it’d been in the coma dream. He never wants to be without Eddie again, and Eddie’s absence from the dream has kept him up thinking at night ever since he awoke from his coma. 

It’s not pining if you don’t admit to it, right? You can be so willfully blind to what’s in front of you that you make choices that seem bizarre in retrospect and have your friends and family doubting your mental capacity. Buck clings to Eddie, looking first to him for so long that he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it anymore, much to the frustration of everyone around him. 

Eddie though…. Eddie knows he loves Buck with everything in his soul. Thanks, Frank, for dragging that truth out after he hit rock bottom and could only cling to Buck as his emotions tossed him about like a ship in a hurricane. Buck is the anchor of his sanity. He knows that he’ll ruin the best relationship he’s ever had by wanting too much and needing too much, despite his therapist constantly giving him judgmental looks for declining to talk to Buck about his feelings.  

He’ll take whatever Buck can give him, which must be enough. It’s enough to have Buck in his life, and he can’t risk that—not when he also has Christopher to think of. 

The night the balance tips, the fractures widen, and set off the avalanche of cascading consequences is just another Wednesday night dinner together at the Diaz house.  

The thing about avalanches? The warning signs can all be there, but it only takes seconds to set it off by accident, and you never know when it will happen. 

When is enough, enough?  

Or, does someone set it off on purpose, wanting to change the status quo?

Read completed fic here on AO3

[writing-for-the-gays]

it can be more vague !!! I'm completely fine with that :) if you wanted to put some interests for the reader you could do art and illustration stuff !! something like the reader drawing Evan and stuff they do in their relationship if that's okay !!

OHOHOHO I HAVE IDEAS

SFW and fluffy! Two nerds in love bc I know Evan is a dweeb nerd. Writers block was up my ass on this one ✊😔

Deer coded Evan supremacy

Snail of seperation so you know where the fic starts

- you two were Internet friends for a long while before you ever met in person.

- you chatted casually on postal forums when the first game started picking up fans, and realized you were on a few other forums too, mainly music related ones, and slowly became friends.

- You began to message regularly on Myspace. Mostly about gaming and piracy.

- you two meet in person before the end of the year in 2008, at a new Year's Eve party both of you had been invited to.

-You kiss at that same party, right as the clock struck midnight.

- You both were really drunk, mind you, and honestly it was nothing more than a peck, but to the both of you it was crazy intense.

-you two go quite a bit after that, not messaging each other. Not for any particular reason (Evans overwhelming fear of fucking it up)

-but when you start talking again it's like nothing happened and you're stuck in a weird limbo of maybe being together for a bit.

- then he confesses.

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Your fingers tap lightly on the table, staring out the window into the drizzling rain outside makes you wonder if Evan is ever going to show up.

It's been 15 minutes since the meet up time and for a normally punctual person this was odd. It made you worried; but everything did recently, no shocker.

Taking a sip of the sweet drink you'd ordered didn't help calm your nerves, you weren't sure if it was because you didn't know what he wanted to talk about (you know very, very, well what he wants to talk about) or because he wasn't here yet but you didn't want to be seen, sinking into the plush chair.

The 'ding' of the coffee shop door opening makes you perk right back up, and lo and behold there he is, stoic and strong to like a stag in the forest, the light catches his eyes and they go from an earthy brown to a honey gold.

He squints against the sun, and scans the room looking for you, when he spots you, a hand goes up and he waves limply; in what feels like slow motion he moves over to your table and sits down.

You sit with him for a moment, an uncomfortable tension filling the space between the two of you. You inhale softly through your nose before begging to talk.

"Look I'm sorry about the new years party-"

"I'm sorry that I kissed you at the-"

Just at the same time he did. It makes you jump a bit and he blushes bright red. "ah go ahead-." He says quietly, gesturing at you.

"I'm sorry about the party... I'm... Ugh I'm sure you can guess I was drunk... I...." You stumble for what to say for A moment before Evan speaks suddenly

"I think I want to explore whatever... This is." He says, tapping a knuckle on the wooden top of the table. "It's... Understandable if you don't and I'm not going to force you into anything but I enjoyed that night, and if you're willing I'd like to-"

You damn near throw yourself onto him in a hug "Fuck- i was so worried i fucked it up-" you muttered softly into the crook of his neck, letting out a soft and crackly chuckle, his arms come up and wrap around you.

You look up from your spot in his neck and he smiles. You gently peck his lips and pull away.

"we've gotta order something doe eyes, I don't know if they'd appreciate us coming in here just to kiss and make up."

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- you two date casually starting from then, most people don't know you're in a relationship for about 4 months until you finally feel comfortable being out with him.

- homophobia is still pretty strong around this time but you and Evan have a conversation about what to do in situations like that (shooting them execution style is not a solution he is ok with, you've learned.)

- you both go pretty hard in the arts, he's more of a photography guy though, you spend time watching him from the porch as he marches around the tree line for stuff to picture, and sketching him when you think hes not looking.

- you have a small studio that you share with him from time to time, he mostly uses it to print digital photos because you have a fancy printer ✊😔. (You're only like 98% sure it's not the reason he's dating you)

- you 🤝 Ev = being wildly unprepared for habit

- you and habit are... On neutral terms. He's somehow gained a small amount of respect for you so he leaves you alone. You're more there to support Evan, while occasionally handling habit like a spider in a pacifist household (putting him outside. In the woods.) and evan eventually comes back fine, so you're not too worried.

- there's been a few times where you've found a deer carcass or two but. Yeah you can handle that.

- you think everything's ok? Evan seems at least content and you are perfectly happy.

-you and Evan do get married at some point, it's a low-key ceremony and reception, it would've been an elopement if you had any say, but Evan wanted the experience and honestly it was kind of nice.

- you full force throw a slice of cake in his face though, that was what you two wanted. (You break his nose but it's fine y'all laugh it off)

[tcbiasfms]

chris evans + him/he + cismale  –  have you seen tobias carrington around los angeles? the forty year old is usually jamming to a drop in the ocean by ron pope. word around the city is that they’re chivalrous, yet, they can also be lonesome, but you didn’t hear that from me. they’re currently an actor/director and also the ceo of carrington atlantic and are typically seen walking the streets of los angeles with their three year old daughter. when i think of them, i think of piercing oceanic hues , the aroma of invictus creed and the laughter of the toddler following behind . let’s hope the city treats them good!

tw : death , single father , depression , child labor

tobias carrington was born into a very priviliged life , something that a lot of people thought was a giving , a blessing even and even though he appreciated his status , there was things he would have rather have , for example a mother . . .

tobias's story doesn't start out happy , neither does it end with him drifting out into the sunset and living happily ever after. he wasn't even a day old when he started out his life without his mother , she had made his father promise that if it was between him and her , that he would choose tobias and that was exactly what his father did. growing up without his mother it wasn't impossible , but there are just thinks a boy needs his mother for , his father never spoke about her. every-time that tobias simply uttered her name , he would be shot down. until one day , he took a picture from his fathers and kept it in under his pillow , wishing that by some miracle she would come back, that she would return but he knew that wouldn't happen. life didn't result in wishing on stars because the thruth of it all was that his mother was dead and nothing would change that.

the older her grew , the more rebellious he became. he thrived into getting into trouble , hanging around the wrong crowd because he simply didn't want to be cornelius carringtons son , because that was all that everyone ever saw. the future CEO of CARRINGTON ATLANTIC. something that he never wanted , something that he never wishes for. it wasn't until his father became sick , that he realized he only had him . they only had each other and he needed to stop fighting it , he loved his father and maybe this is what really mattered , after all. on his 18th birthday , his father decided to name him COO of CARRINGTON ATLANTIC , it wasn't a shocker at all. it was expected and a few months down the road , he named him the CEO officially. tobias took the company in a new direction , made friends with a lot of powerful people. his last name definitely carried , a lot of weight and was known around the world , CARRINGTON ATLANTIC was a worldwide company , a company that had been in his family for generations.

it was in one of these events that he met the women of his dreams , the women that he knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with . they dated for a few months and then shortly after they were married , now building a family was something that he was skeptical about , what if something happened to him ? what if something happened to her or their baby ? how would he be able to handle something like this ? it took some convincing from isabella but sooner rather than later she was pregnant , and everything went perfect. he had started his contract with palmwood studios , he was the male ambassador for GUCCI and everything was going down as planned , until the day that talia was born . his wife bled out during birth, it all happened so fast , they kicked him out of the room and worked on her, while he waited outside the double doors.

he knew it as soon as he saw the doctors face , it was happening again , how was he going to do this , raise a baby all by himself . the first year was hard but not impossible , his father helped him out so much , taught him everything that he learned and he helped , with talia everything seemed to be getting better. little by little he knew that he could do this. it was true that to raise a child it took a village but every village needed a queen , every heir needed a mother but that had passed for tobias - love was out of the picture no matter how much he would have wanted to share his life with someone. . . .he would not subject another person to a short life , simple as that.

[pandoraxharlow]

A New Beginning // self para

Pandora decided...she was making true to her promise. Building a new foundation, reinventing the personality once branded on her skin like a deep scar until it tore the woman’s insides to shreds. The biker chick, the tagalong, the delinquent chasing every bad boy after another. Jason being one of many of an extensive list, but none held a candle to his manipulation and charm. A tumultuous relationship, toxic, any love he displayed marked by the rising of his hand and a false sense of dependency. Never in a million years did Pan believe she would do what she did to him by cutting the life he took for granted short with two shots. No knights in shining armor were coming to save her, so...she set herself free.

In all liberation Pandora experienced, there was only a final piece chaining her to the prison of her old life and that had been Jason’s leather jacket. Admittedly, she’d grown fond of the clothing over the years, feeling protection whenever she wrapped it around her shoulders like a security blanket. No one understood that better than Enzo. He became the introduction to the biker lifestyle despite them meeting through Jason’s connections, developing a push-and-pull relationship that always ended in Enzo cleaning her messes because that is just who he was as a person. She attended his wedding, he went to her high school graduation considering he’s the only reason she graduated in the first place, and she was at his family’s funeral. Consistently, the two bounced into each other’s lives since as long as she could remember. Annoying as it was from Pandora’s perspective, she might’ve long been dead if he wasn’t there looking out for her when no one else stepped up during those adolescent years.

Pandora heard the fence gate creak open as she stood on the outskirts of a blazing firepit with a black leather jacket draped over her arm, not bothering to glance in Enzo’s direction as he quietly joined the blonde at her side. One text and he came running, always, no shocker there. Plus, word traveled he faced banishment from Newford and now called Greenpoint home. The contemplative silence rose through the air and settled between them for a few moments before Panny shattered it, “You’re probably wondering why you’re here.”

Enzo grunted an agreement to the statement, turning to glance at the house and returning his eyes on the young woman before allowing them to scan the bruises around Pan’s throat. The sight nearly dropped his stomach. “Heard you were staying with the cop. I wouldn’t completely put it past him if he came out here right now and tased my ass to the ground on sight. We...didn’t start on the right foot.” Understatement. As usual, he came off too strong and it rubbed Derek the wrong way. Differing views on knowing what was best and Enzo’s loss of control very much contributed to that argument.

“You make it a habit of pissing off the wrong people, don’t you? One of two reasons why you’re here.” Pandora dryly commented, further explaining as the calm rage plastered along her features, “I think I need to make something perfectly plain to you before I give the first reason why you were risking a death match with Derek for walking onto his property. Just so we’re both understanding how badly you’ve fucked up.” She turned more toward him, the fire casting a scorching glow along one side of her frame, “I’m not your daughter, Enzo, I’m not your sister. I know it’s so fucking ingrained into you to take care of every single person around you, but I am not your responsibility that you can play knight in shining armor with.”

Enzo should have known where this conversation was heading. His chat with Benji at the station wasn’t his finest moment and he almost considered apologizing to the kid then and there, but pride overcame him. He couldn’t initially admit he was wrong. “I know I crossed a line with Evans, but you can’t fault me for thinking he was like every single asshole I’ve ever seen you shack up with, Pan. You had a type. I never liked Jason to fucking start with, but I wasn’t about to sit here and stop you from dating who you wanted.” He breathed a deep sigh, “Benji’s been in the Ainsworth’s back pocket. I had every right to assume he was like that piece of shit.”

No,” She snapped, “You decided that instead of making a slice of effort in getting to know someone who will always be more than the self-serving bastards they surround themselves with, you would rather pass judgement on one of the kindest and generous people I’ve ever known. No, you’d prefer playing gatekeeper against a guy who this city has taken and taken from him until he had nothing left to give.” Benji was everything. Her family, her savior, something she never deserved to have. “He lost everything, his whole family, his home, his identity, and tossed to the curb like he was worthless. Does that sound like someone else you know, huh? Everything he felt, every ounce of hope he couldn’t spare to find, I saw that each moment I looked in the mirror and I saw it every day I spent time with him. So, here’s what’s going to happen,” Pan took a small step closer, “You’re going to apologize to him, Enzo. He isn’t Jason.”

“I know.” Enzo ground out, rubbing his hands over his face before pushing them through his cropped hair in agitating exhaustion. “Watching how you were around him, Panny, I wasn’t dumb. No matter how you tried covering up or pretending like shit was solid, I could see the marks and I couldn’t-” He shook his head slowly and glanced down, “I just thought that if I didn’t protect you back then, I could’ve protected you from making the same mistake with Benji even if I didn’t really know him. Shit, I know that isn’t an excuse, but it felt like I was preventing history repeat itself.”

Pandora pressed her lips tightly together and swallowed down the biting words she originally orchestrated to chew the man out with only for the statements to disappear from the girl’s tongue. Suddenly, the anger vanished. Now all she felt was exhausted. Tired by the pretenses, the hard shell mask, the heart of stone exterior she fronted for public consumption. “Reason number two why you’re here with me instead of anyone else from Newford,” Pan held up the leather jacket in her hands, “Despite what you lead yourself to believe, you did protect me. I was lost, starving for attention, wrapped up in a guy who shoved me into this world of his I knew held its dangers. I fell in deep, partying until the fucking cows came home, and I thought that’s all gangs were. That pretty girls like me were just...playthings.”

“Then you come along and turn that shit on its head.” Pan continued. “You took me home when I drunk myself to oblivion, you gave me a couch to crash on, you put up with my bullshit no matter what I threw at you. You know better than anyone I’m too prideful asking for help, but you gave yours anyway with the intuition I needed it so fucking desperately when it seemed like nobody gave a shit.” She gripped the material, worn from use and frayed along the sleeves, “This jacket became everything I wanted to be when I had no idea who I was. It’s Newford, it’s Jason, it’s the perfect allegory why I finally found my resilience. You see,” A sad smile slowly lifted upon Pandora’s lips, “You don’t have to hold my hand anymore, Enzo. I’m still standing because of you.”

Sid would have been surprised, truly, how Enzo managed to remain silent through Pandora’s heartfelt spiel without offering his piece in the matter. Even if the desire to interject occurred, he would not have known what he planned on saying when her words left him speechless. This was her reassurance he did something right, a gratitude Enzo wanted to tell her that she didn’t feel the necessity to grant when no thank you is what he sought. His gaze appraised Pandora as if he were really seeing her for the first time and it’s in the moment he realized how much she grew in not only age, but as a person. Her blonde locks were shorter, chopped to the shoulders in a look that suited the young woman tremendously, and it was the strength of how she now carried herself. No...she wasn’t the same girl. “You’re still standing because of you, honey. There isn’t a single person who’s got more perseverance in just their little finger than you.” He mirrored her smile, the happiness and melancholy mixing into one at the pit of his stomach, “I’m proud of you, Pandora.”

Pan’s eyes immediately shot to the jacket still resting in her hands. She denied herself the crying moment at least not in front of the man when the two were both somewhat uncomfortable by visible emotions. Maybe that is no longer her story, who she needed to be, not when she’s already come this far. “I might not know the real reason you were thrown out of Newford, Enz, but I do know our faction doesn’t define us. That’s what this jacket was, reminding me I belonged to someone else. It’s time to come to grips I’m no longer the same Pandora and you aren’t the same Enzo either. And we can’t do that if we’re holding onto broken memories.” Pandora stepped closer to the stones encircling the pit, slightly holding out the object in her hands closer to the fire, “So, if you’re ready to see what freedom really means like I am, it’s ours.”

Enzo understood what she meant. Destroy the metaphorical link connecting them both to Newford, to the gang, to the monsters plaguing their nightmares, all for setting themselves unbound by expectations. For him, it was erasing the pain of Amelia’s passing and the loss on his unborn child, losing his place at Drake’s side, and the blood soaking his hands from a job he never sought after. It was clear Pandora needed to perform this act as a rite of passage and she was inviting him on embarking the same journey side-by-side. She didn’t want to travel it alone and if it’s his company Pan required in that moment, he could never deny her wishes. 

Pandora watched him nod his head as the final confirmation before she released her last grip on the jacket, the clothing poetically falling in a crumbled heap on top of the stacked logs. The fire sent tiny sparks flying, spreading along the surface of the jacket and slowly engulfing the entire piece from what appeared to be the collar all the way to the bottom. Real leather only charred, surprisingly resistant to heat, but faux leather would set ablaze almost instantly. How ironic was it, she thought, that Jason’s jacket had been as synthetic as he was? That everything he said he felt for her, what she experienced, was a lie. Still, the damage was already done. Nothing would remain of the jacket, only stripes of material holding no meaning for her she can now erase from the past. The flames hungrily engulfed the last fragment of Jason nobody will miss again. Good.

Pan reached over and took Enzo’s hand in hers, feeling a sense of resolution as the man gave it a small gentle squeeze. They were two Vincents breaking the mold, bearing witness to a new beginning. A fresh start. Something deemed once impossible, now achieved by storm and strife. As their eyes rested upon this raging pyre billowing smoke towards the heavens, Enzo chose to voice a final thought that came to him since Jason’s demise, “Hey, Panny,” He whispered, “No matter what happened...I don’t blame you.” You did what you had to do. She had to know that’s what he meant.

The statement and its veiled intention nearly caught Pandora off-guard, but not by surprise. Only the mind of a man who took lives for a living would understand the truth behind the lie she and Derek were conveying. She knew Enzo planned on keeping her secret safe, choosing a code of silence despite no verification to the whole story. That’s what families did for each other, after all. No words left Pandora’s mouth, but her hand offered another firm squeeze that spoke volumes.

Two promises were fulfilled. One of freedom and the other of unswerving loyalty.

[txbiasfm]

excuse me did you see chris evans hanging around palmwood studios? oh no, that was tobias carrington, the forty year old who nicholas mathelson on og vamps/the vampire books. yeah, you know rumour has it they're reserved and isolated , but their fans all say they’re kind and modest. the soundtrack to their life would probably be take me to church by hozier, and when i think of them, sharp blue eyes , the aroma of creed aventus and the bright bubbly toddler glued to his hip.

tw: death , single father , depression , child labor ,

tobias carrington was born into a very priviliged life , something that a lot of people thought was a giving , a blessing even and even though he appreciated his status , there was things he would have rather have , for example a mother . . .

tobias's story doesn't start out happy , neither does it end with him drifting out into the sunset and living happily ever after. he wasn't even a day old when he started out his life without his mother , she had made his father promise that if it was between him and her , that he would choose tobias and that was exactly what his father did. growing up without his mother it wasn't impossible , but there are just thinks a boy needs his mother for , his father never spoke about her. every-time that tobias simply uttered her name , he would be shot down. until one day , he took a picture from his fathers and kept it in under his pillow , wishing that by some miracle she would come back, that she would return but he knew that wouldn't happen. life didn't result in wishing on stars because the thruth of it all was that his mother was dead and nothing would change that.

the older her grew , the more rebellious he became. he thrived into getting into trouble , hanging around the wrong crowd because he simply didn't want to be cornelius carringtons son , because that was all that everyone ever saw. the future CEO of CARRINGTON ATLANTIC. something that he never wanted , something that he never wishes for. it wasn't until his father became sick , that he realized he only had him . they only had each other and he needed to stop fighting it , he loved his father and maybe this is what really mattered , after all. on his 18th birthday , his father decided to name him COO of CARRINGTON ATLANTIC , it wasn't a shocker at all. it was expected and a few months down the road , he named him the CEO officially. tobias took the company in a new direction , made friends with a lot of powerful people. his last name definitely carried , a lot of weight and was known around the world , CARRINGTON ATLANTIC was a worldwide company , a company that had been in his family for generations.

it was in one of these events that he met the women of his dreams , the women that he knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with . they dated for a few months and then shortly after they were married , now building a family was something that he was skeptical about , what if something happened to him ? what if something happened to her or their baby ? how would he be able to handle something like this ? it took some convincing from isabella but sooner rather than later she was pregnant , and everything went perfect. he had started his contract with palmwood studios , he was the male ambassador for GUCCI and everything was going down as planned , until the day that talia was born . his wife bled out during birth, it all happened so fast , they kicked him out of the room and worked on her, while he waited outside the double doors.

he knew it as soon as he saw the doctors face , it was happening again , how was he going to do this , raise a baby all by himself . the first year was hard but not impossible , his father helped him out so much , taught him everything that he learned and he helped , with talia everything seemed to be getting better. he had a spin off just for himself , life was going great or at least , thats what it seemed.

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#282

“Hey pussy boy I’m back. I bet you weren’t expecting me again hunh? Especially after giving me one of the worst blowjobs ever. I heard that Evan whooped your ass for that. I guess your mouth wasn’t designed to take in a hog like mine. What it is good for, however, is slurping on a man’s shithole….

“So while I’m still looking for a boy to take care of all my needs at home, I have found that I am in need of a slop slave. You do all the dirty work around the ranch. That would include taking care of the ranch hands’ needs too. They broke the last slop slave.

“Those men have been working for me for years. I know their tastes in pussy boys. They like the ones they can use and abuse, the ones with deep cunts and long tongues, and the ones that will clean up their mess afterwards.

“Once Evan cut the price on you, I thought I would give you another consideration. I’m here to get my shithole eaten out. This time I brought one of my rimseats. Get up in the bed of the truck. I don’t think the chain to your collar will let you reach any further than a foot beyond the tailgate. Swing your body so your head is at the edge, almost hanging off.

“The best part of this rimseat is that the legs are low, great for a deep ass licking and cleaning. And my ass needs that. No shower for the last two days, and I’ve been on the horse all day yesterday and this morning. Really nasty. But your mouth must be dry. Open it up. I drank the water Evan sent for you. I figured you would get it once I was done with it.

“Look at my cock, my mammoth cock. You could have had this to suck on daily. But you wouldn’t give me that throat of yours. Now you are looking up at me from under a toilet seat on wooden legs. Life sucks for you. Now drink as much as you can.

“Fuck you look hot like that. Don’t think,… drink. Atta boy. You are going to need to learn real quick how to drink piss quickly. The men require it. Fuck I’m getting hard. I’ll save the rest for after I’m done with you.

“That tongue looks moist and ready. Remember to get it in deep. Damn, I can smell it up here…. Smells nasty. Start cleaning. Don’t you fucking start heaving. You throw up, and I call Evan. Trust me, he’s damn near done with you as it is. Just clear your mind and focus on doing what you were made to do.

“That’s it. You know that you belong under a rimseat. Yeah, clear your thoughts away. It’s just your tongue and my shithole. Nothing else matters at the moment. This is how a rimjob should be. Fuck yeah….

“…Hold on and don’t make a sound. I have to make a call…. Evan! Yeah, the boy’s tongue is up my shitter right now. I’ll take him. Give Brutus the key. We’ll leave your collar and chain behind connected to the concrete slab he was chained to. I’ll leave the payment and the rest of the details to you and Brutus…. Hand the phone over to him….

“…Hey, his tongue is what you are looking for. He’s handling my rank shithole as good as any other slop slave I tested out. Bring the chastity cage with shocker, tracking collar, hood, cunt plug, and a full bladder…. See you in about half an hour….”

“OK it is now official; you are my newest slop slave. Brutus is going to be handling you going forward. He’s a demanding fuck. He looks just like you would expect from his nickname. He’ll be out here in about twenty minutes or so. One thing about him is that he will insist on chastity. You ain’t cumming for a long time.

“I don’t care one way or the other. But if you want one last nut before it gets locked up, go for it. But if you do, I don’t want to know about it. So don’t grunt or scream out that you are cumming. In fact, make it as quiet as you can. No grunting. Nothing. Also, you are to eat my shithole with the same enthusiasm before and after you nut. I should not be able to tell any difference between before and after do it.

“Or you don’t have to play with it. I don’t care. But if you do, make sure you clean up properly and that Brutus doesn’t find out. Trust me, you do not want to be on the wrong side of that man. Did I tell you? Brutus is the man who castrates all my bulls. Just keep that in mind. Now get that tongue in deep.”

[beefandwellington-hopstops]

3 am Gryffindor Dorm Room

Quick one shot story from an original idea from @brslsk 

Prompt: [3am, Gryffindor dorm]

Sirius: *crawls out from behind remus' bed curtain*

Regulus: *peeks out from behind james bed*

Sirius:

Regulus:

Regulus: so you-

Sirius: what the fuck are you doing here

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You know you would think they would realize that I have the worst sleep schedule after living with me for 6 years but no, somehow all my friends are just completely oblivious to the fact that I know all about their secrets exploits with each other and with a certain green robed, long-haired boy. 

I’ve known Sirius and Remus was a thing before they even knew they were a thing. I mean come on, Im pretty sure Sirius doesn’t even know the word subtly exists. As for Remus sometimes I feel for they guy I mean being a werewolf and trying to come to terms that your in love with one of your male best friends isn’t what I would categorize and the easiest life on the planet. But hey he got to the conclusion in the end, even though he has yet to tell us, we all know. But we don’t press the topic because we don’t want him to feel pressured to tell us how he feels, but we all know, and sometimes I think he knows we know. 

As for James, I was definitely a little shocked about that one, I mean come on that man had the biggest heart eyes for Evans since the minute we boarded the train first year. But, I guess actually being friends with her changed how he sees her, and she seems to be loving her friendship with James and her romantic relationship with that one huffelpuff I just literally can never remember the name of.

Now that was a shock but you know the shocker that really hit the most, was out of every boy in the castle somehow he landed with Regulus Black. The brother of his brother. (Which yes I know sounds weird and sounds like they should also be brothers but not in this instance okay its not any of that weird pureblood shit, even though that would makes sense if it was.) 

Remus and Sirius I can deal with, hell I have dealt with that for I don’t know how long. It's easy with them because they are in the same house and just like can oogle and be close to each other without it being weird.

James and Reg though that was different. You could cut glass with the amount of tension their long stairs across the great hall create. It's harder for the being in different houses. Even worse when the houses hate each other. 

For awhile I thought James would never grow the balls to actually go up to Reg and ask him out because he was not only afraid of how reg would react but also what that would said about him. (Come on guys coming to terms with your sexuality isn’t exactly the easiest thing on the planet.) 

Of course I was the first one to know, seeing as I always had the map on hand. Its not that I didn’t love being with them, I just have a low social battery. If I was completely honest with you sometimes I went to hang out with the girls. They were just so calm and sometimes I needed the breath of fresh air from my amazing yet incredibly insane friends. Because I was always up in the tower, I always got to keep the map. And let me tell you, I know just about everything that goes on in this castle. Especially when it comes to my friends. 

One night I saw them in one of class rooms just the two of them, really I was happy for James for finally getting over the fear and talking to Reg. What I didn’t expect was to see the same thing the next night, and the night after that. One of the nights I was able to see James right after and man, that boy had the picture perfect definition of sex hair. 

So yeah, I’ve know, I’ve known the whole time and its kinda sad they don’t realize but I enjoy being the silent watcher. To be completely honest I thought everything between the 4 of them was just going to keep going on in secret until they accidentally caught one another. Never did I expect it to be in our room, on the same night, who would have thought. (Not me!)

We had just thrown a party to celebrate the cup win after we brutally beat ravenclaw. So I had expected Remus and Sirius to be in bed together, alcohol makes them way more horny than normal. What I didn’t expect after my nap in the girls dorm (Alcohol makes me tired and I went up there with Mary to grab something and just decided to nap there), was for James to not be at the party anymore. Usually he was plastered and would pass out on the couch but not this time. Instead when I went back to the dorm I found his curtains tightly shut. Obviously I knew what was going on, checking the map was just to double check. 

And sure as shit, there it was, Regulus Black was in James Potters bed. 

Being as refreshed as I was from my nap in the girls room. There was no way I was missing out on what was about to unfold. I knew Sirius wouldn’t spend the night with Remus in his bed in fear of getting caught, and for some reason I just had the feeling I was going to watch some awkward interaction happen between some paring of the four. And man oh man was I right. 

I was sitting under my sheets reading some muggle book Remus had (honestly my guilt pleasure), when I heard Remus’s curtains ruffle. I quickly turned off my light and watched Sirius begin to slowly make his way out of the bed. (I had left my front curtains open so I could witness any action that takes place). 

Just like clock work (and my sixth sense), there was a stirring in James bed too. (Oh this is gonna be interesting).

As Sirius was sitting up on the edge of the bed, Regulus peaked his out of James bed. 

In the dark of the moment Sirius couldn’t tell it was his younger brother and not James sticking his head out. But then he noticed and I swear you could hear the whomping willow shaking its branches in the far off distance. 

Regulus was the first to speak “So you-“

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Sirius said in a tone I have yet to ever hear from him. 

“What are you doing here?”

“You git I fucking leave here what the fuck do you mean what am I doing here.” Sirius said this loudly enough to completely wake the other two boys. I at this time decided that I was awoken by the commotion but we really know the truth (they don’t need to know that though). 

Remus was the first to speak, “Sirius what’s wrong?”

“Moony what wrong, you ask what’s wrong, if you look casually over you will see my git of a brother in my other brothers bed” 

“Sirius how bout we not put it that way” I quickly interjected. 

Regulus was also fast to respond to Sirius’s rather weird explanation of everything going on, “How ‘bout we not phrase it like that, we have enough incest in the family already .” 

“Oh you shut it you, you have no right to be in here. What are you doing in here in the first place, more specifically prongs bed.” 

“I could ask you the same question you know, as to why you are in Remus’ bed instead of your own.”

“No, no, no, no you have no authority here to be asking any questions.” 

What was weirdest in this moment was how silent James has been, I could see he was awake just like Remus but has yet to put his two sense into the conversation going on. 

“Prongs, why is my atrocity of a brother in your bed at 3am, better yet why is he even here at all?” 

James stared at Sirius for a long moment before answering, “Well padfoot, the same reason you are in Moony’s bed.” 

Oh my Godric I was not AT ALL expecting that, go prongs honestly. I thought for sure he was going to go a different route. 

“What are you talking about?”

“Padfoot, you know exactly what I am talking about.” 

Silence, Complete and utter silence. 

No one spoke it was just Sirius and James staring at one another. Honestly it got to the point where someone needed to break the ice, and I knew damn well none of them were going to, so here I come “saving" the day? 

“Okay listen” I started, they all quickly turned and looked at me. 

“Don’t sit there trying to play the game with each other that you are both going to try to play off that you have no idea what the other is talking about. We are all too smart for that frankly. Sirius, Remus, guys I love you to absolute death alright, but everyone and their mothers know you guys are in love with each other, and we were letting you take you time but guys at this point just admit it no one cares, really know one does okay. You don’t have to tell everyone, but at least admit it to us. You guys are shit liars and also way too touchy to be more than mates.” 

Remus looked fully embarrassed at this point and punched Sirius in the shoulder whispering a quick “I told you were way to touchy in public” 

At this point I turn to look at James. 

“James, you think if we don’t care about them we would care about you? Hell me and the girls have known for Godric knows how long. The only issue here is Regulus. But Sirius give him a chance if he makes you bestmate/ brother that happy, try and figure it out for the sake of him, because he would do the same for you. Plus we all know you still love him so lets all take a breather and maybe go back to bed and think about what just happened and deal with it in the morning after mulling it all over okay?” 

Yet again they just stared at him in complete and utter dismay. 

“Peter how did you know?” That was regulus finally speaking. 

“I sit here with the map most days just watching Regulus, there isn’t a secret meet up in this castle that I don’t know about, I enjoy it, knowing more than everyone else, gives that weird type of power you know. But right now Im completely beat and I want to sleep so can you all just deal with this in the morning.” 

With his final words Remus pulled Sirius to him and whispered a quick couple words into his ear. Sirius reluctantly nodded and looked at Regulus and James. 

“We’ll talk about this in the morning.” 

The both quickly nodded, while Remus and Sirius crawled back into his bed, shutting the curtains and hitting it with a silencing spell.

Regulus looked shocked and went to lay back in bed, but James just sat their looking at Peter.

“Thanks Pete, you know we don’t give enough credit sometimes.” He finally said. 

“You’re welcome prongs, it's okay I know what Im worth, goodnight.” 

“Night Pete.” 

I went to bed quite peacefully that night. The next morning though, now that is completely different story. 

[ao3feed-westallen]

When Love Lasts

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by WestsCarlsen

West-Allen, grumpy x sunshine, highschool - college, fake dating, alternate universe and everything in between.

Words: 1297, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of Unfinished

Fandoms: The Flash (TV 2014)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Barry Allen, Iris West, Nora Allen, Henry Allen, Joe West, Wally West, Scott Evans, Eddie Thawne, some white ass mf named Tyler, Cisco Ramon, Chester P. Runk, Oliver Queen, Linda Park

Relationships: Barry Allen/Iris West, Henry Allen/Nora Allen, Linda Park/Wally West

Additional Tags: Grumpy Barry Allen, Sunshine Iris West, grumpy x sunshine, Football Player Barry Allen, barrys an athlete shocker aint it, iris is everyones favorite person, as she should be, Journalist Iris West, Baker Iris West, Barry Allen Being an Asshole, not to iris tho, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, barry allen also needs a hug, and iris is there to give it to him, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Iris West Is Everything, shes the chosen one

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[violent-optimism]

The Hobbit - The Desolation of Smaug (Revisited)

Hello everyone!

Does anyone remember a couple years ago when I said I was going to do a revisit of the entire Hobbit trilogy? No? Well, does anyone remember when I did my review of the first movie and never went back to it?

Hm, yeah…I didn’t think so.

I’m kind of poking fun at myself here but I digress. I believe at the time I revisited the first movie I was right in the middle of University Exams and just didn’t have the time to properly critique the two sequels. But hey, here I am…a couple years later, fully graduated and with more free time somehow. So with all that said, for anyone who still listens to my ramblings on this site…

Let’s pick up where we left off!

The Desolation of Smaug has always been my personal favourite of the trilogy. It contains some of my favourite scenes in the book and I think (for the most part) Jackson and his team honoured the source material while adding some original surprises. Gone is the slow, yawn-worthy pacing of An Unexpected Journey. Desolation of Smaug (DOS) grabs you by the arm, pulls you quickly along and seldom lets go.

One of the first scenes in the movie; when the company is running away from Beorn (who they just think is a very large, angry bear) completely sets the tone for the rest of the film. Bilbo, Thorin and the rest are basically on the run for the whole movie; whether it’s from Orcs, Spiders, Elves or something more dangerous than all of those combined.

I’m not sure if this was always going to be the case, or if Peter Jackson heard the feedback on AUJ and realized that DOS needed to move much quicker. Either way, this film feels way more gripping, exciting and suspenseful than its predecessor. The film is also considerably darker in tone which I think aids it beautifully. Almost all of the new characters are a welcome surprise; even the ones who weren’t technically in the source material.

Evangeline Lily plays Tauriel, the Captain of the Guard in the Woodland Realm who was not in Tolkien’s novel. Although her addition to the story was quite controversial, Tauriel proves herself as the fierce, yet compassionate female energy that this movie so desperately needed.

Other noteworthy characters include Lee Pace’s stunning portrayal as King Thranduil, Luke Evans as Bard and Benedict Cumberbatch as the Dragon Smaug (MUCH more on him later). Most of the new characters have great introductions, are well-developed in a short amount of time and the performances are rock solid.  

I will say that the two characters I didn’t much care for then or now is the Master of Lake town and his servant, Alfrid. Thank goodness these characters are not on screen for very long. No shade to Stephen Fry or Ryan Gage; it’s clear that they’re both good actors. There’s just something very off about the characters that I can’t put my finger on.

Martin Freeman and Richard Armitage are still fantastic as always. Martin does a great job at showing Bilbo’s slowly developing love-hate relationship with the ring. But that’s not really much of a shocker, is it? Richard also adds a similar layer to Thorin. By the end of the film it’s clear that the dragon sickness is already starting to show in his behaviour; especially towards Bilbo. If the theme of the first movie was adventure and finding ones bravery; the theme of DOS is how dangerous our obsessions can become. It truly is a reoccurring theme in all of Tolkien’s works but in this case it rings true for more than one character.

So besides a couple minor characters, what else doesn’t work for me with Desolation of Smaug? Well, like the first movie, the sequel also suffers from odd and unnecessary scene inclusions. The fight between Bolg and Legolas is a perfect example of a scene that could have easily been saved for the extended edition. As I mentioned earlier, the sequel’s pacing is one of its greatest strengths which works in favour of getting through those small, yet unnecessary moments.

The other big issue I have with DOS is that unfortunately, a lot of the CGI looks unpolished or even unfinished. The Barrels sequence is a good example of this, as well as a very ambitious shot involving Smaug. Scenes involving full-body CGI doubles don’t always look great either. I’m not entirely sure what is to blame for this animation blunder. If I had to guess, I would say the team simply didn’t have enough time for the finishing touches before the big deadline. It’s an unfortunate outcome; one that can take the viewer out of the movie here and there. Luckily, for the most part, this does not detract from the overall experience. The animation is still good (and perfect even) when it matters most.

Speaking of perfect animation; this is the part of the review I’ve been most excited to write. It’s time to talk about Smaug and how freaking fantastic he is in this movie. First, let’s talk CGI. Almost 10 years later and Smaug is still a massive achievement in computer animation. The way he moves, all those little details in his eyes and mouth; absolutely nothing looks janky or out of place. It’s so hard to convey in writing; you really just have to see it for yourself. I honestly don’t think Smaug’s animation will ever look outdated. I still remember sitting in the theatre and seeing him for the first time and somehow knowing that CGI was never going to get better than this.

Next, let’s talk about Benedict. We can stand around and make Sherlock jokes all day but the fact of the matter is that no one else could have played Smaug. Okay, maybe someone could have but I guarantee they would not have given the same powerful, frightening and sadistic performance that Benedict did. He truly made Smaug a villain that is both physically and psychologically dangerous. All of his scenes with Bilbo and the Dwarves are just so perfect and so true to the spirit of the book. Smaug is the kind of villain you almost want to root for because he is just so cool and fascinating to watch. If Tolkien were alive today, I’m not sure he would be satisfied with any of his adapted works; but I have a feeling he would have been impressed with Smaug.

While there is still so much I want to talk about with this film, I figured I’d leave it on a high note to wrap things up. In short, I love this movie and it is my favourite of the trilogy. The Desolation of Smaug might stumble here and there; but on the whole I believe Peter Jackson and his team put a lot of care and effort into this part of the story. It’s fun, exciting and has some of the best moments in the entire trilogy; not to mention one of the most foreboding cliff-hangers in cinematic history.

Upon revisiting this film, I am going to give “The Desolation of Smaug” 8 out of 10.

My revisit of “The Battle of Five Armies” should be out in the next week or so.

Thanks to everyone who still reads my posts! You guys are the best!

[j-j-ehlby-writes]

Just So You Know (c.e.)

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: ~9.4k (whoops, got a little carried away with this one...)

Summary: She is a childhood friend of the Evans’ family. Chris realizes he’s in love with her, but will she feel the same way? Or will it be too late?

A/N: Another song inspiration... big shocker there. This time it’s not a 1D song though!  *LOOSELY* based on “Just So You Know” by Jesse McCartney. I was planning on using some of the lyrics but this fic gained a mind of its own.

Warnings: Angst (what’s new?), fluff, RDJ being a protective father figure, Hiddles being an absolute gem, Chris being.. well, Chris.

My Masterlist

Chris’ POV

I shouldn’t love her.

I know I shouldn’t. She’s ten years younger than me, but she’s my best friend and has been for almost three decades. She’s like family… but only to my siblings, mom, and dad. She’s never really felt like that for me. So why shouldn’t I love her? Because she’s never going to love me like that. She’s never going to love me as more than the older brother she’s seen me as her whole life. I’d be delusional to think otherwise.

Being my mom’s best friend’s daughter, she’s been in all of our lives for her entire life. Even though she’s younger than all of us, our entire family has always looked forward to her and her mom’s visits.

When her mom got a divorce when she was three, she brought her out to Boston where they lived with us for a time. Her mom said she wanted a brand new start for both of them and she couldn’t think of a better place to bring her daughter and raise her among people she calls “family.” My mom was thrilled to have both of them so close so she could be a bigger part in her best friend’s daughter’s life.

They stayed with us until her mom found a job and could afford to move out. My mom insisted that they could still stay with us, but her mom was persistent about having a place of their own. It was a sad day when they loaded the moving truck. But it wasn’t goodbye. They were moving to the next town over so we could still see them as often as we wanted. We also saw them every Friday for family dinner and game night every other Saturday.

There was always something special about that little girl. She always flocked to me whenever she arrived through our front door, even more so after they moved out. She was always running to me when I came through the door from being out at a friend’s or if she didn’t see me right away, she’d come looking.

She was endlessly, but harmlessly teased by all of my siblings because they knew I was her favorite. I took pride in it. Apart from her own mother, I was her favorite person. She was also mine. Every time she would come over during our large family gatherings, she would always be a little shy at first. But then I would ask, “do I get a hug?” and that shell would crumble.

As I got older, I was also trying to pursue my career in acting, so I had to move away from everyone, only being able to make it back when I had breaks. But no matter how long it was between visits, she always greeted me with the biggest smile.

Unfortunately before she could start middle school here, her mom’s parents had both gotten very sick and they needed to go back to their home state to take care of them. Because of that, her visits got to be fewer and fewer and my life became busier and busier. Both of those combined meant we lost contact for a while. I’d hear about what she was doing from my mom but I hadn’t seen her since my last visit when she was in Boston for Christmas and her 10th birthday.

Years went by without seeing her or her mom. My mom had told me that they had settled back into their home state and into their new routine. She was enjoying school and was excelling in just about every subject. It was weird going back home without either of them there or even close by. I missed knowing my favorite girl would be at the house waiting. I missed the big smile that would plaster her face whenever she saw me.

The first time in all of those years that I saw a picture of her, I noticed a change. A change in her… everything. Something I never noticed until I saw her senior pictures. My mom had sent them to me while I was away filming in Hong Kong. She was… stunning. I hadn’t seen her since we had both moved away. Our visits to Boston never seemed to have overlapped in the years passed. So the image I had of the little girl who I always saw running towards me was shattered in that moment. She suddenly wasn’t the little girl I once knew anymore.

The next instance that started to change my mind was when one of our visits did end up overlapping for once after she had started college. I was just to start filming Captain America and I was in desperate need of some time at home. I had no idea she was there and they had no idea I was coming, so when I walked into my parents’ house I had to stop. She was standing at the kitchen island with both of our moms, and my sister Carly holding my niece, Stella. She was making Stella giggle by blowing raspberries on her cheek. All of their eyes shifted to me but the only ones I noticed were hers. They shone more brightly than all of the stars in the sky. And her smile… my god, her smile. I swear my heart skipped a beat when she smiled at me. I was bombarded with hugs from my mom and my sister, but I couldn’t look away from her. She stayed back seeming to revert back to her shy nature.

I brushed off my family’s questions to approach her. I held out my arms to her, “Do I get a hug?” I ask smirking.

And just like she did as a small child, she wrapped her arms around my neck, settling into my arms like she never left. I couldn’t believe it. She was a woman. A breathtakingly beautiful woman. “Hey stranger,” she whispered into my ear.

“How’s my favorite girl?” I purr back before pulling back just enough to look her in the eyes. They sparkled. When did that become a thing? My hands cup her face as I try to get a better look at her up close. Her pictures don’t do her justice. She’s much more gorgeous in person. “God, where did that tiny little girl go?” I turn to her mom, “When did this happen?”

“Overnight,” she replied shrugging. Our moms exchange a look like they knew something we didn’t. They always pestered me, and not Scott for obvious reasons, saying that she’ll probably have a crush on me when she gets older. With how she behaved, it was a 50/50 shot. She’d either grow up to think about me as an older brother or her biggest crush. At the time, I hoped it was the former. I thought having someone so much younger than me, who me and my family thought was family, have a crush on me seemed wrong. But now that that time is here, I’ve completely changing my mind. I hoped for the latter.

Her visit wasn’t nearly long enough but she had to get back to school. I wanted to spend more time with her though. I wanted to get to know the woman she was now. She had changed so much, I felt like I barely knew her anymore. I wanted to change that though. So before she left, we exchanged numbers.

From then on, we talked close to every day. I flew her out multiple times when she had the time off to the sets of the Marvel movies. Everyone loved having her on set. They always found themselves drawn to her in between scenes.

She especially got close with RDJ and Scarlett. She got close with everyone on set but there was a special connection with her and Robert from the moment they met. He practically claimed her as “his.” He was like a protective father over her, not letting anyone near her unless he approved, he’d get her lunch when she insisted she wasn’t hungry, he went slightly nuts over her.

“Is she, uh, seeing anyone?” He asked me in a non-creepy-protective-father-way. “Like, does she have a boyfriend that I should be concerned about? She wouldn’t tell me.”

“Not that I know of.” I shrug, pretending like her being with anyone doesn’t bother me in the slightest. Apparently, I’m not very convincing though.

“And, uh, what about you, Cap?” He gestures with his glasses towards me. “You got any interest in her?”

Of course I did. She’s been the topic of my dreams for the past few years now. I’ve had to bite my tongue whenever anyone in my family brought her up. I have to stop myself from smiling like an absolute idiot when her name pops up on my phone. But of course I couldn’t tell him that.

“There’s really no use in denying it,” he continues before I even had a chance to answer. “It’s written all over that annoyingly perfect face of yours whenever anyone even mentions her name.”

“No.” I vehemently try to deny it, “She’s like family.” Even as I said that, I knew he wouldn’t believe it.

“If I looked at my family like that, I’d be in jail, so don’t even try to pawn it off on that.” He patted my back. “You have the hots for your best friend.”

 “It’s more than that.” I quietly admitted, my eyes finding where she was walking arm and arm with Tom Hiddleston. The smile that was plastered on her face was evident to everyone. She liked him. She also got close with Tom while on the set of this movie. They spent a lot of time together when we were shooting scenes he wasn’t in. I’d see them talking and laughing with each other, off by themselves walking around the set with her hand on his arm like they are now, looking more than comfortable around each other. To say I was jealous would be an understatement. How could I compete with him?

“Why don’t you just tell her?” He asked like it was obvious to everyone but me.

“Come on,” I turned away from them trying to busy myself as much as possible so I don’t completely lose it. “She’ll never look at me like that.” I subtly gesture back to them.

“Are you trying to act clueless or are you actually that clueless?” I furrowed my brows at him. “Everyone sees it. She looks at you like that tenfold. How can you not see that?”

“Because she doesn’t?” I snap, instantly regretting my slight aggression. I know I shouldn’t take out my frustrations on him. He only has the best and purest intentions. I shrug off my reaction. “Besides, why would she be interested in me when she has a guy like that?”

“You gotta give yourself more credit than that. You’re best friends. Don’t you think maybe, just maybe, she could feel the same way that you do?”

“If she did, and that’s a big if,” I couldn’t let my heart entertain the idea that it was true, but I couldn’t deny my sliver of hope that weaseled its way in, “why wouldn’t she tell me? Like you said, we’re best friends. Why couldn’t she trust me with that?”

“Like you’ve been so forthcoming with her?” He rolled his eyes, catching me in my bullshit. I know he’s right. I can’t be a hypocrite here. “Look, all I’m saying is tell her how you feel. You may be surprised.”

We were both called away having to go back to work, but later that night, he had one more thing to add, “When she does tell you, it may not be now or in the near future, but when she does,” his playful demeanor turned serious as his hand came down hard on my shoulder, “if you so much as think about hurting a pretty little hair on that gorgeous head of hers, you’ll answer to me. You got that?” I could see the fire in his eyes behind his threat. “She doesn’t have that father figure in her life, someone’s gotta step up.” He assumed that responsibility without hesitation the second he met her. I know he’s grown to love her like a daughter and I appreciate that more than he will ever know.

But this I knew for certain, “I can assure you with the utmost confidence that hurting her would be like hurting myself. I wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Good answer.” He clapped me on my back. “Gotta keep our girl happy so she’ll want to keep coming back.” With that, he was gone.

“You know he’s right.” Scarlett appeared at my other side.

“Does everyone have an opinion?” I ask amazed at how nosy people are in my business. Scarlett is someone I’ve known for many years. Having done multiple movies together already, we’ve gotten pretty close over those long days and nights of filming and press. So I go to her when I want advice from a woman that’s not related to me and I’m not in love with.

“Of course we do. We are the ones seeing you guys make googly eyes at each other for hours on end.” She smirks. “It’s gotten to the point where you guys just need to make out and confess your undying love for each other already. I don’t know how much more of the sexual tension we can take.” She skipped ahead of me. “We do want her coming back as often as possible, you know. It’ll give you plenty of opportunities.” She smiles teasingly before she rushes off to her car to leave for the night.

Everyone liked having her around so much I swear they preferred her over me. They would constantly asked me when she would be visiting again the second she leaves. They’ve even contacted her directly telling her to just drop everything and follow them around to every location. She’d always laugh them off, thinking they were crazy. I’d secretly always hoped one day she’d say she would. I know it wouldn’t be rational. She loves where she is and the constant traveling would be exhausting for someone who doesn’t have to. So they settled for her occasional visits instead.

Having them talk about her and consistently asking about her made me miss her more than I should. It felt like there was a part of me missing when she would leave. I think everyone on set could see that, too. The morale on set was just a tad lower when she wasn’t there.

So to make things a little easier, I offered for her to move out to LA after she finished college. I told her that she could live at my house since I wouldn’t be home very often due to my filming schedule with Marvel and the other projects I had lined up. I made sure she knew that she was more than welcome to spend as much time there as she wanted. To my surprise, she said yes, saying she was looking at some job opportunities in LA anyway so this would help her tremendously.

When I told my family the news, although they were supportive- they loved the idea of having me out there with her while she’s in a new city- they were also skeptical. Especially Scott.

“I just don’t want you to get your hopes up is all,” Scott had said being the most vocal about his skepticism. Of course I told him when I started to have feelings for her. He was the first person I told because I knew he would never judge me. He wasn’t the least bit surprised at the turn of events, saying he could have seen that coming from a million miles away. He told me to wait and see if it would go away… that was two years ago.

I tried moving on from her. Dating any woman was an attempt at that, but they could always see that my heart wasn’t fully into the relationship. Thankfully our respective schedules were going to be infinitely busy so all of the relationships ended it on good notes. “What would happen if she brings home a guy, or God forbid, you get a girlfriend? Wouldn’t that be a tad bit awkward having the girl you’re incurably in love with, in the next room?”

I didn’t plan on getting another girlfriend until I got up the courage to tell her how I felt. The best case scenario would be that she would tell me she’s just as crazy about me as I am her and we could happily be together. The worst would obviously be her rejecting me, changing our friendship for a while or longer and then I could finally move on from her… But deep down, I know that no one else could have my whole heart like she does. It wasn’t fair to the other girl if I would never be able to fully give my all which she deserved.

Years passed and our arrangement worked out perfectly. I would be away for a few months, come back and hang with her, do press, go home to Boston with her, then she would return to LA and I would head off to my next project. She never brought any potential suitors around and neither did I. It was as perfect of an arrangement as possible. I got to spend as much time with her as I could, and I couldn’t have been happier.

I had just finished filming Civil War when I was planning on finally telling her how I felt. RDJ tried to convince me to for years. Every movie we did together, he made it his personal mission to hype me up every day on set, getting me ready for when I would tell her. It took a few years but now I think I can do it. I couldn’t wait to see her again. Flying home, I had this whole speech ready for when I saw her. But then I got a call from my manager saying I was cast in another movie and was needed in Georgia within the week. As soon as I got home, I needed to pack for another three months or so in the Georgia heat.

But as soon as I stepped through the door, she dropped a bombshell on me: she and Tom had taken the next step and made it official.

To say I was devastated would be another understatement. The woman I was hopelessly in love with was dating someone that I call my friend. I didn’t even know what to do. She told me all about how he made her feel, but I hardly heard anything. I didn’t want to hear anything about how the man who was making my girl smile from ear-to-ear. They’ve been dating for a few months now since he came into town for a short time after filming a movie around the world.

I did end up meeting up with them together when she asked me to because I’m weak and can’t say no to her. I tried to be friendly with him because I actually liked the guy. That’s what sucked the most. She was with a genuinely good man who makes her happy. How could I try and interfere with her happiness because I was too afraid to tell her how I felt?

So I tried to go on with my life. I met someone on set of one of my movies and adopted a dog. Shortly after that, she moved out of my house and into an apartment a few miles away. It didn’t feel the same not having her there. After long press junkets in LA, I knew I would always come home to her smiling face. Coming home to an empty house after that… I didn’t like it. For years, I’d grown accustomed to having her there when I came home. The smell of her body spray lingered after she left, taunting me. I could have had her. She could have stayed and been mine if I had come clean sooner. Why did I wait so long?

After my relationship ended, instead of focusing on dating, I focused on my career. I managed to make it to the end of my contract with Marvel as well as some new projects.

When I had gotten back into town after filming for the last two Avengers movies, I got a call from Tom. I was caught completely off guard by his question… asking for my opinion on how he should propose to her. It’s coming up on three years now so I shouldn’t have been that surprised. But I still was. I had always hoped that they would either never get married or they’d break up before they got to that step. I mumbled something about how I was getting on a plane and would get back to him. I couldn’t tell him what he should do. Proposing to her… I wanted to do that. I wanted to be the one who got to that point with her. My chance was slipping away…

I texted Scott with the guise that we were going out to celebrate the end of my Marvel contract and he didn’t question it. We found a bar and I drank.

“So, what’s the real reason for this evening?” He asked after four beers and a shot of tequila. He probably figured that was the appropriate amount of alcohol consumed to ask.

 And after another shot of tequila, I was forced to come clean. “He wants to propose to her.” It pained me to the core to say those words out loud. “This is my worst fear coming true. I’m going to lose her. I’m going to lose any chance I have with her.”

He scoffed, “That’s not going to happen, bro. She would never ditch you because she got married.”

But that wasn’t what I meant. “I’m losing my chance. My window is closing.” That realization didn’t sit well with me. Scott tried to ease my anxiety for the rest of the night, but nothing helped.

When he and I parted, I took an Uber to her apartment. I didn’t care if it was 3 in the morning. I needed to see her and tell her before it was too late. The alcohol was severely effecting my judgement, but I didn’t want to wait another minute.

She buzzed me up after I tried my best to sound sober. But that facade was instantly broken when I tripped over the second to last step and then practically rammed into her door.

She looked even more breathtaking than the last time I had seen her. Her hair was tied up in a bun, she had no make-up on, and she was wearing a Captain America shirt. She didn’t look like she had been sleeping. She’s been a night owl her entire life so it was almost guaranteed that she would still be awake by the time I got here. Seeing her still took my breath away. I wanted to forget my feelings for her. I really did. I wanted to be able to move on and be happy, just like she had. But I couldn’t. I loved her more than I’d loved anyone before… but I could never have her.

“Are you okay?” She asks, stepping forward to help me stand.

“I’m aces.” I slur the end of the word, slumping my arm around her shoulders.

“Oh God,” her beautiful features twists with disgust, “are you drunk?” She drags me inside and shuts the door.

“I’mmmmmoderatelyfunctional.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” She lowers me onto her couch before she starts to walk away, claiming she was going to grab a blanket and pillow for me.

“No, wait,” I stop her, pulling her down next to me. “I need to tell you something.”

“Chris,” she chided, “it’s three o’clock in the morning. Can’t it wait until a more appropriate hour?”

“No, because by that time, I may not have the guts to tell you what I’ve been dying to tell you for years now.” I sit up straight and focus on her. I hold her hand in mine. It was cold in my warm one. She waits for me to continue. I almost chicken out, but the last drink I chugged before leaving the bar pushes me forward. “I love you.”

Her brows furrow. “I love you, too, Chris. That’s not exactly new news to me.” She chuckles. “I mean, you have known me for my entire life so I expect there to be some sort of love to come from that.”

“No, no, no,” I shake my head a little too quickly making me dizzy for a split second. “I love you.” I put more emphasis on it so she would get what I meant. The shock that overtook her expression told me she understood this time. “I know I shouldn’t love you like this- I know I shouldn’t be in love with you like this- but I am. I so am. God I’m so in love with you. And I want to be… and that scares me. God I am so scared.” The alcohol was inhibiting my already frayed emotions. I felt the large lump form in my throat and the tears threaten to spill. I run my hands through my hair trying to get ahold of myself. “You’ve been there- you’ve always been there. Even when I didn’t think I deserved it, you were there. And now I feel like I’m going to lose you forever to him and I can’t let that happen. I don’t even know who I am without you.”

She wrapped one of her arms around my shoulders with the other hand bringing my cheek to her forehead, pulling me into a tight embrace as I let the waterworks fall and the word vomit spill out. I’d be surprised if she understood a single that slurred out of my mouth. “These feelings… they’ve taken control of me and I can’t help it. I can’t sit around anymore. I can’t let him win. I don’t want to lose you. I can’t lose you. Losing you would be like taking one of my limbs. You’ve been a part of my life since before I could really remember. I don’t even remember what life was like without you in it. I know that we’ve grown up together and me being in love with you could sound perverted, but I promise it’s nothing like that. I didn’t feel anything like that towards you until you were an adult, I swear. I swear. I hope you believe me because I honestly don’t know how I would live in a world without you.”

She knows how emotional I am on any given day. She knows I cry at romantic comedies. She saw how crushed I was when my bulldog passed away. She knows how much I cried on my last few days on the most recent Avengers set. And that’s when I was sober. The alcohol I had consumed earlier definitely doesn’t help with my already frayed emotions. I clutch to her arm like she is my lifeline. She is, though. She is the reason I am who I am today. This is definitely not the way I wanted to tell her. I wanted to do this smoother. But I’m running out of time.

She only pulls away when she feels I’m calmer. She gently pushes me to lay back down on the couch. I can feel the heaviness of sleep behind my eyes now that I’ve released all of my pent up emotions. She brushes my longer hair from my eyes and rests her hand on my cheek. She whispers, “We’ll talk more in the morning,” before she lays one of her many blankets over my body and I’m drifting further into slumber.

Reader’s POV

I have no words.

As I watch the man I’ve known my entire life snore softly on my couch, I try to process all of what he just confessed.

He loves me. And not in the familial way I always had thought.

I had so many questions. When? How long? Why now? Was he ever going to tell me? What brought all of this on? When did things change with him?

My heart wrenches as I watch the man I’ve been in love with since I was sixteen pass out on my couch after confessing his heart to me. I don’t know when it happened. But it did and I haven’t been able to forget about it since.

 I had always had Chris in my corner. After my parents divorced, his family basically took in my mom and I until my mom could get back on her feet. Lisa and Robert were wonderful people to be around on a daily basis as a child. They were fun, supportive, extremely helpful, and had the best kids for me to grow up around. Granted they weren’t “kids” when we moved there, but they never treated me as if I were an outsider. It was like they had adopted me as one of their own, always including me in everything, teaching me things that only “siblings” could teach you. Chris was always the more gentle one with me. He’d always come to my aid when Scott or Shanna were teasing me too much or playing too rough with me. Because I saw him as a protector, I found myself drawn to him. Whenever we would go to their house, I’d want to find Chris immediately. But because I was a shy kid, it would take me a while to come out of my shell. Until he said the magic words, “do I get a hug?”, then everything would be alright.

When he left to live in California, I cried. I knew I wouldn’t see him as often as I wanted anymore and that hurt. And then when my mom told me we were moving back to our home state to take care of my grandparents, I fell apart. Leaving everything I knew- my friends, my home, the Evans’- was the worst possible thing that could have happened at ten years old.

The last time I saw Chris before he left, he promised that he would come back and check on his “favorite girl.” As a kid, I made him pinky promise because that was law. After my mom and I moved, I didn’t hear from him. We heard from Lisa almost daily, but we didn’t hear a word from Chris. She had said that he was busy filming and traveling, but that wasn’t a good enough excuse.

He broke his promise to me. He didn’t come to visit us. He went home to Boston for major events like when Carly got married and had her three kids, holidays when he wasn’t working, and sometimes even just because. But he never came out to visit me.

I didn’t see any of his movies. His betrayal was too much for me to handle at the time. That was until one of my friends had me watch “Fantastic Four.” It was his most popular film at the time, but it wasn’t the type of movie I liked watching. But she had said it wasn’t like the typical superhero movie and Johnny Storm was “beyond hot” as the Human Torch. When I saw Chris’s face on my screen, it was like his broken promise was forgotten about. He was… handsome. He had always been good-looking but never like this. I had never seen him act so I didn’t know how good at it he was until that moment. His personality shined through the character, catching glimpses of the man I knew growing up. And in that moment, he wasn’t just “Chris Evans acting as the Human Torch,” he was just Chris: the man who had a piece of my heart that I would never get back.

For years I tried to forget about feeling like that. He was practically my older brother. Gross. But as I looked back on how he was with me, I knew there was something special between us. It’s like our souls were connected in a way that neither of us could have comprehended. And now it was like I recognized it, I saw that in him and I couldn’t ignore it. But I kept it to myself. No one knew of my feelings for him, not even my mom.

The next time I saw him was when my mom and I actually made it out there on my Spring break during my freshman year in college. We had already been there for a few days when he showed up unannounced. He had just wrapped filming for one of his movies and decided to surprise his family by coming home. To say, I was floored would be putting it lightly. Look-wise, he hadn’t changed at all, but there was also something very different about him. Maybe it was just me and my secret crush but he didn’t look like the guy I had grown up with. He was a handsome man who made my heart flip. And the fact that he kept his eyes on me the second he walked in didn’t make that any easier. Something shifted that day, but I thought it was only me. I stayed back to give Lisa and Carly time to greet him, hug him and bombard him with questions about what he was doing here, why he didn’t call, etc., but in my heart I wanted to run into his arms like I always had. The closer he got to me, the more I had to hold back. But when he held out his arms and asked if he could get a hug, it was like no time had passed. His strong arms wrapped themselves around me and I had never felt happier.

Our visit was way too short. Before we left, he pulled me aside and asked for my number so we could keep in contact. I was more than excited, but I immediately shut down any thought that he meant it as anything more than as a friend. He was a Hollywood star now with people throwing themselves at his feet…

And I thought that was bad. Fast forward a few years, after he had landed the leading role in Captain America, his life changed overnight. Everyone knew his name now. Countless people wanted to be with him. They shipped him with his co-stars, Hayley AND Sebastian. Under any other circumstance, he would have let his newfound fame get to his head. But he didn’t. He was still the kid from Boston that we all knew and loved.

He called me one day and invited me to the set of the Avengers movie he was doing. I was more than thrilled because he had never asked me to visit before. It was surreal. Seeing everything that went into that type of movie was amazing. And seeing Chris in his element was a phenomenal sight. I was there every day for a week, watching from the sidelines. 

I met all of the Avengers plus Samuel L. Jackson and Tom Hiddleston. Oh my gosh… To say I was a little overwhelmed would be a total fallacy. To be surrounded by so many brilliant actors and even better human beings was a once in a lifetime opportunity that I would never take advantage of. 

I talked mostly with RDJ, Scarlett, and Tom. RDJ treated me as a daughter almost instantly, always asking if I had needed anything or if I was having fun, cracking jokes about Chris behind his back, taking my side if there was ever a slight argument. He was absolutely amazing.

But then one day on set, while I was sitting in his chair, he approached me with a very blunt question that I never expected from him: “So, how long have you been in love with Evans?” I tried to hide it as best as I could, claiming we were just friends and that’s all, but he wasn’t buying it. “Are you really going to lie to me about this, sweetheart? It’s clearly written all over your face when you look at him.”

“Are you talking about her very obvious crush on Evans?” Scarlett popped up next to us with a smirk on her face. Scarlett was like the big sister I never got to have. She’d tease Chris just as much as I would in between takes, she’d give me the juicy set gossip, and we’d have lunch together when Chris couldn’t. I appreciated her company more than I imagined.

“See? Even she noticed.” Robert pointed to her before leaning on the arm of his chair with his back towards everyone else. “The only one who hasn’t is Chris but there’s an obvious reason there.”

“What the hell are you guys talking about?”

“Chris is just as in love with you as you are with him. He just is too chicken shit to say anything about it.” Scarlett’s name was called for the next scene so she had to take her leave.

“She’s right,” Robert confirmed, “he is. Chicken shit and everything.”

“You guys are delusional.” I peer down at my cuticles which are in dire need of picking at that very moment.

“Are we?” He calls for Ruffalo to come over for a second. All he says is Chris’s last name and then points at me. Mark agrees in a second without any other context. He asks Renner and Hemsworth along with Colbie and Clark the exact same question in the exact same way and they all answer the same way.

“You guys are mistaking familial love for romantic love. We’ve grown up together so there’s no way there’s anything more than that between us.” As those words left my mouth I knew I was lying. At least on my part. I still couldn’t believe that he felt that way towards me.

“Robert, you know it’s not nice to tease a lady.” Tom Hiddleston appears to my rescue fully dressed as the God of Mischief. And then there was Tom. Oh. My. Goodness. He was an absolute sweetheart which was the total opposite of his character Loki. The slight crush I had on him while watching Thor was immediately intensified upon meeting him in his Loki wardrobe. He was the perfect gentleman, too. He greeted me with a kiss on the cheek every morning, he offered me his arm when he was walking me around the set while the other Avengers were busy with their scenes, he’d make me swoon by just listening to him speak, and I’d full-body laugh whenever he’d tell a joke. Oh gosh, my heart was loving him.

“I’m not teasing. I would never tease her.” The sarcasm was dripping from his tone. “I’m just telling her what we all know and what she refuses to believe.” I know he means well, but I don’t think anyone could change my mind when it comes to how Chris feels about me.

“Come on, darling,” Tom reaches for my hand, gently pulling me out of the chair, “let’s go get some lunch.”

“Hey,” Robert stops me, “you know I only want what’s best for you, right?” His eyes soften as he can see that his words have slightly upset me. I nod. “Good.” He pulls me into a hug and kisses my temple. “You know we’re all right, though. It’s in his eyes when he looks at you.” He whispers to me before he’s called away and Tom escorts me to craft services.

“Am I blind?” I ask him when we’re away from everyone else. “Or am I the delusional one?”

He chuckles at me, “No, my sweet, you are not either of those things.”

“But?” I ask feeling like there was going to be one at the end of his sentence.

“You may not be blind or delusional, however,” he continues with a fancier version of what I was expecting, “I don’t think you’re really seeing. You’re looking at him, but I don’t think you’re truly seeing the way he looks at you.”

“Great,” I sigh, “so I’m an idiot.”

“You are not an idiot. You are a hopeless romantic with a heart of gold.” He wrapped his arm around my shoulder in comfort. “It’ll be alright, darling.”

We quietly ate our lunch until Tom was called back to set, giving me a kiss on the cheek before he left. I resumed enjoying the rare alone moment. I tried to think about the last few years whenever I saw Chris. It wasn’t often but whenever we did see each other, his hugs seemed to linger a little more than before, he seemed to try to keep our conversations going just a little longer, and he would make up any excuse to sit by me… How was I just noticing all of this now? Was I really that blind to it?

I thought they were just teasing me. They all knew of my feelings for him, no matter how many times I tried to deny it, so I figured they were just treating me like the new kid on set, but after that lunch, I watched Chris do a scene and as soon as Joss called “cut,” his eyes would search until they found me. The smile that would adorn his face spoke volumes, but not of the romantic love.. I could see. I could see it all and they were all wrong.

If he felt that way, why wouldn’t he say anything? I’m his best friend. He can tell me anything. Why would this be any different?

For five years, Tom and I would hang out and he would try and help me forget about my unrequited love towards my best friend. It would help for a while but the second I would drive up to Chris’s house again, all memories Tom and I made would take a backseat.

After a little public stint with a singer who shall not be named, he came up with an idea: pretend to date in front of Chris. He cared for me enough that he could see how crazy I was about Chris and he wanted to help him to realize that I won’t always be there waiting for him. He was just finishing up his latest movie so we figured that would be the best time to come out with it. I hated lying to my best friend. But if lying helps even in the slightest, it’d be worth it.

When I told him, my heart broke into a million pieces at his reaction. He tried to hide the sudden sadness in his eyes by quickly masking it with surprise and then joy. But I knew him better than that. He couldn’t hide that strong of an emotion from me. Why would he have been upset though? Could everyone have been right about him all along?

I asked him if he would hang out with us now that Tom is “officially” my “boyfriend” hoping that once he saw me with someone else, he’d say something. He seemed closed off during the meeting, but I attributed it to him thinking about his next movie. He and Tom had always gotten along so I didn’t understand why he couldn’t push that aside to have a nice time with us.

While he was away, rumors started to spread that he and his co-star had also started a relationship. I didn’t want to believe it. He’d dated other women before but those were just flings. He never confirmed those relationships either. He always let people speculate. I didn’t want to believe that this girl had changed that.

It wasn’t until he got back to LA with the cutest dog I’ve ever seen in my entire life that he confirmed my nightmare. I tried to be happy for him. I really did. He deserved to be happy even if it wasn’t with me. He deserved someone who could be honest with him...

I ultimately made the decision to move out of his house after walking in on them making out on the couch. I didn’t want another incident like that to happen ever again. My heart could not take it. So in order to protect it, I left. Leaving him and Dodger was probably the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. I wanted to go back home, but my job kept me here. I ended up renting a one-bedroom, one-bathroom apartment a few miles away. It actually made my commute to work easier so it was a better situation altogether.

Three years passed and nothing had changed. Chris’s relationship lasted a majority of that but with the end of his Marvel contract nearing soon, he seemed more focused on his career than dating. I wasn’t surprised in the slightest. He’s a very career-oriented and an independent man, but deep down inside I know he wants a family. He wants a traditional life with family traditions like decorating the tree at Christmas and Family game nights. I know he has yearned for that connection with someone, even when he’s tried to hide it. 

In those three years, Tom and I kept up with our plan. We weren’t public about it, but all of our close family and friends knew about it. Everyone but Chris knew the truth. He never suspected anything and he never said a thing about it…

Until he came to my apartment at 3 o’clock in the morning, plastered.

All night I sat up on my loveseat, watching him.

All this time, he actually did feel the same way about me as I did him. For years, he’s harbored these feelings of love for me and I had no idea. I wanted to tell him the whole truth but not while he was inebriated. He needed a clear head which is why I’m waiting.

I text Tom, knowing he’s in London and awake by now. I ask him what exactly he said to my drunk and seemingly broken-hearted best friend. I know that’s what this was all about. Tom must have said something to Chris to make him quite literally crack. Tom’s one emoji response told me everything I needed to know. Chris’s fear of losing me forever makes all of the sense in the world now.

So I laid and waited, getting some work done while consuming some caffeine to stay awake until he decides to wake up. I know it won’t be pretty so I set out a trash bin by his head and a glass of water with some aspirin on my coffee table for the massive hangover he’s bound to have when he inevitably does wake up.

His groans breaking the silence let me know when he was indeed returning to the land of the conscious. “Oh God,” he grunts as everything from last night starts to hit him.

“Trash bin by your head.” I tell him as I saw him looking around for one out of the corner of my eye. On cue, he lurched over and emptied the contents of his stomach into the bin. Thankfully I was far enough away so I didn’t smell it. I would be joining him too if I even caught a whiff of it. When he finally sat back, I continued my instructions, “Aspirin and water are on the coffee table.” He immediately grabbed both, gulping it down after popping the pills. “Extra toothbrush is in the bathroom.”

“I’ll get to that,” He winces as he leans back once again, “when the room stops spinning.” He groans again, covering his face with a pillow to shield the light.

I took that as my cue to brew him some coffee. I traded him for the pillow when it was finished. It took him two cups to finally sit up completely. He sat with his elbows on his knees and his hands covering his face. I sat on the table in front of him after handing him his third cup. He nursed the cup refusing to make eye contact with me.

“Did you stay up all night?” He asks eyeing where I was sat, knowing me well enough to know I would never be up this early unless I never went to bed in the first place.

“We need to talk about last night.” I ignored his question, speaking quietly not wanting to irritate the pounding in his head. He nods, knowing that this conversation was inevitable. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I was going to, but then you and Tom and I met Jenny…” he drifted off seeming like he couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud. “I didn’t want to ruin anything, between us or otherwise.”

“I really wish you would have said something…” I take a deep breath, bracing myself for his reaction for what I’m about to tell him. I hoped he wouldn’t be mad, but I’d understand if he would be. “… because Tom and I aren’t really dating.”

His head snapped up so quickly, I’d be surprised if he didn’t get whiplash. “What?”

“He’s a phenomenal guy, but there’s never been anything more than friendship with him. He’s become one of my best friends, only third to you and Scott though.” I smirked trying to make light of the situation.

But by the flabbergasted look on his face- mouth slightly open, brows furrowed, eyes barely blinking- he couldn’t believe what I was saying. Even a brilliant man such as Chris is having a hard time processing this. I gave him time to, waiting for him to say something.

“Why?” was the first thing he asked. Since it was a vague question, I tried to answer as many of the “whys” there would be. From why we did it in the first place to why I didn’t tell him and why I lied to him as well as why nothing ever happened between me and Tom…

That one was the easiest to answer. “Nothing like that ever happened between us because he’s known from the beginning that my heart would always be with someone else.” I made sure to maintain eye contact with him through it all so he would know that I was being 100% truthful. I needed him to know that despite the lies I told about my fake relationship, I have never lied to him about anything else and I will never lie to him again.

“If all of it was fake then why did he ask me about how he should propose to you?” was his next question. He’s been quietly listening as I’ve tried to explain it all. I know this was a loaded question that was coming.

“Tom is one of the biggest romantics I know, do you honestly think he would need help with planning one of the most romantic gestures one can make?” I asked back, trying to get him to think about his question for a second.

I could see the wheels turning in his head until it dawned on him. He didn’t need help at all. “He wanted a reaction out of me.” He concludes running his hands down his face again.

“I can promise you, Chris that I had nothing to do with him asking you about that. I figured he’d said something to get that reaction out of you, but I never expected it to have been… that. I’m so sorry.”

“No,” he protested, taking both of my hands in his, running his thumbs over my knuckles, “please don’t be sorry. If I had told you sooner, none of this would have happened. I just…” he squeezed my hands a little tighter, “I couldn’t let you go any further into that relationship without telling you the truth.”

“When did you know?” This was the one burning question I was dying to ask. I needed to know which moment it was for him where he realized his feelings. I needed to know what moment was so significant to him that it changed his mind about me.

“I first noticed a difference when my mom sent me one of your senior pictures. You weren’t the little girl I remembered you to be. You were so… beautiful. I couldn’t believe it.” A small smile cracked his serious demeanor. “And then I knew it wasn’t just a simple crush when I saw you after that. You quite literally took my breath away.” He chuckled at the memory. “And looking back now, I realize there was always something between us, but never in a million years did I think it would turn into this.”

“You got that right,” I concur. Never did I think I would be head over heels with the guy who helped teach me how to ride a bike and wouldn’t give up until I was as fast as him and his friends, who also pushed me around in the toy Jeep I had gotten for my birthday until our parents made us come inside, who protected me during the thunderstorms I was terrified of as a child… there was a special connection between us. Who would have thought it would evolve to something like this?

“When did you?” He asks looking so deeply into my eyes I swear he can read my soul.

I giggled at the memory. “I was sixteen. My friend made me watch Fantastic Four.” He full-on laughed at the mention of that movie. He dropped my left hand so he could grab his left pec. “Stop laughing at me, you jerk!” As hard as I tried, I couldn’t help but laugh along with him. That kind of laugh was contagious. It wasn’t until we calmed down that I continued, “And I don’t know. Something inside me just… clicked. That was it for me. I’ve been keeping it a secret ever since then.” I shook my head at how ridiculous we’ve both been. “But I think I’ve been in love with you for my entire life. I just didn’t know what it meant until then.”

He stares at our still joined hands, “We’ve been keeping the biggest secret from the other for so long, neither of us knowing that sharing said secret would be exactly what we wanted to hear.”

I continue, “Neither of us wanting to risk ruining our decades long friendship in case the other didn’t feel the same way.” We chuckled at how much we thought alike.

“So,” he cradles my cheek with his hand, I lean into his warm gentle touch, “where do we go from here?”

“Well I think you need some more sleep to get rid of your hangover and I need to actually get some sleep.” I stand up, “Come on.” I drag him off of the couch and into my bedroom. 

He teases me as he wraps his arms around me from behind, “I’ve dreamed of this day for years.”

I burst out laughing at how alike we thought in that exact moment. I must be tired. I playfully shove him onto the bed, not feeling an ounce of guilt when he winces in pain from his still-throbbing head. “We are just sleeping, mister.” I climb in next to him, turning my back to him. We both lay there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. So I take initiative, reaching behind me and grabbing his arm, bringing it around my waist. He giggles as he scoots until he’s spooning me.

He hums in satisfaction. “Just so you know,” he leans into my ear and whispers, “I love you.”

The smile on my face can’t be denied. I’m thankful he can’t see. “I love you.” I whisper back before we drift off into silence.

The last thing we both think about before we succumb to our exhaustion is this… RDJ was right and he will never let us live this down.

Tags: @the-marvel-wars @elusive-beauty @im-a-slut-for-an-accent @fantasy-is-my-reality @drakesfiance

[angelkurenai]

Imagine some fans shipping you with Chris, others with Robert and other with Tom, because your character has been romantically involved with their characters in some way. Unknown to them is that you like one, and all three you.

“Uhm hi! I just wanted to ask (Y/n) this question.” the fan started saying with a big smile and you returned it.

“Go right ahead, I'm an open book, honey!” Robert answered instead of you with a small smirk and you giggled when the fan looked perplexed for a moment, as if questioning herself on whose name she had said.

You grinned “We've just swapped bodies for the day, don't mind us.”

“Too bad that's the only way he'll ever be inside of that gorgeous body.” Chris, on your other side, said with a smirk and you all burst in laughter.

“Damn Evans, that was a low blow! I think that's a point for him huh?” you asked with a chuckle, turning to face Robert who placed a hand over his heart.

“Very low, yes, but I will give him that point. It's ok... After all, he's just sympathising. Having gone through it and all.” Robert shrugged, causing you all to laugh a little more.

“I'm sorry, dear, just consider this deleted footage from Civil War and let's keep going!” you said with a bright smile and with a laugh of her own, she did.

“Uhm we've seen you appear on three movies this year concerning Marvel, Thor: Ragnarok, Avengers: Infinity War and lately Ant-Man and the Wasp. And you were absolutely amazing in all of them!”

“Thank you! I think I must have made more cameos in movies than Stan Lee himself at this point.” you teased and she laughed.

“And each and every one of them is memorable! So uhm in the latter you appeared in the second after-credits scene and let me tell you I have never gasped that hard before in my life! The entire audience at the cinema I was in cheered so loudly I could barely hear a thing after that, but it was worth it! We all believed you died in Infinity War and there were several people, especially this one guy, that screamed so loudly 'Yes!' the moment you appeared.”

“Uh side note, that was me.” Robert up for a moment, making you laugh as he winked at you.

“I can absolutely believe that!” she said with a giggle “Anyhow, uh other than how shocking it was, I wanted to ask: is it true that you wrote out that scene yourself?”

“Well, uhm in most Marvel movies, at least the ones I've been in, I always get these ideas when reading the script that I can't shake off, kinda like in between the main ones that could fit there to tie the others even better together.” you explained “And as you guys know I love to write in my free time and I don't know how the screenwriters and director once found out- somehow someone told them? I wonder who really.” you looked at Robert and Chris who were suddenly veryinterested on the carpet on the floor.

“You haven't figured that out yet?” Chris asked supposedly surprised “Wow even after all these years. Wonder who it could have been! Do you have any idea about this Robert?”

“Me? Nah! I'm still scratching my head over who could know something like this!” he said a little over-dramatically and you rolled your eyes at both of them.

“Anyway, yes, somehow they found out my skills and after then it was Stan Lee that came into the picture and he liked my ideas so much that, well, it just sort of happened. They told me if I had any scenes in mind and I actually suggested one or two for uhm I think it was Iron Man 2 back then? Yeah, must have been that and I wrote it and they liked it so much that they added it in the movie. And so it happened, after reading the script of every movie I get to be part of, I always kind of put a scene or two forward as a suggestion.” you explained with a soft smile “So yes, that does include the second after-credits scene of Ant-Man and the Wasp.”

“It's amazing, isn't it? When I saw it, I felt like it summed up the entire Captain America: Civil War movie!” Chris exclaimed with a wide smile “I think I'm speaking on behalf of all you guys when I say that it was the perfect mix of Infinity War shockers, her being alive and all, and Ant-Man with all the humor that was added into it.”

“And just because we really need to appreciate true art, other than this woman herself, why don't we see it once more and take in the fact that she is just too badass to kill off!” he motioned to the big screen behind you and immediately the scene started playing out.

“Hey Hope, where you been? I've been trying to reach you all day, I've been...” Scott started but trailed off, without really looking up from the computer as Luis kept playing the video game “Oh oh turn it left, turn it left!” he encouraged before completing his previous sentence with a “Worried.”

“Yeah, I see that.” she rolled her eyes, but it wasn't something new “Well, just because you asked, I was out with a friend, talking about some important issues.”

“Friend? You have no friends Hope, the only people you- Ow that was bad! The only ones you know is us, so who were you with...” Scott started but trailed off, his mouth falling open as he stared at the woman that stood next to Hope, you.

“As I was saying, guys, a good friend.” she said with a smile, having gotten used to their acts by now anyway “Although I'm sure you've heard of her, guys, please meet (Y/n). (Y/n) these are Scott and Luis.” she motioned to each man and you smiled at both of them.

“Pleasure to meet both of you, I've heard a lot of things from Hope.” you said with a soft smile. Although you had seen Scott in action as Ant-Man during the battle between Steve and Tony, which you had not take place in, you had not talked to him in person.

“Holy. Shit!” they both said at the same time with wide eyes, gasping at your sight and you thought for a moment that it was because everyone believed you died at the hands of Thanos but it was an altogether other reason after all, as you heard them say at the same time.

“Iron Man's girl!” Luis said in awe.

“Captain America's girl!” Scott said in just as much awe as his friend.

A small breath left your lips and you rolled your eyes, looking at Hope who just shrugged “Well, I'm practically not with either at the moment since I'm supposedly-”

But none of them listened to you as they turned to look at each other.

“No, no she's Cap's girl!” Scott started first but Luis just shook his head.

“No, no no she's Iron Man's girl! Haven't you seen the magazines man? All those photos of them together!”

“No, no no no she broke up with him long ago! In fact, before the battle between Iron Man and Cap! She's not his girl anymore, she's Cap's girl!”

“No, no no no no you don't get it right, see all those articles about those two? And the photos about their dates? They even planned to go on Jimmy Kimmel before the battle happened, to talk about their perfect relationship, I saw it on Instagram.” Luis said back with a smile full of pride.

“Uh technically that was just fake new-” you started but the words died out in your lips as Scott snapped back at Luis, ready to defend his OTP.

“No, no no no no! See, she kissed Captain America before the battle, before he got the whole team together. She gave him his suit and shield back and kissed him, probably good luck kiss, so that definitely makes her his girl!” he raised a finger, pointing out and Hope looked at you with a raised eyebrow as you shrugged, waiting silently for this back and forth to beover between those two.

“And how do you know that?” Luis asked back, a little offended and hurt; apparently he too for his OTP.

“Sam told me.” Scott said with a smirk “She kissed him two times bef-”

“Three” you corrected, earning a raised eyebrow rom Hope that made you shrug once more, and looks from the two men in the room “It was technically three.” you cleared your throat, offering a small nervous smile.

“Three!” Scott exclaimed with a wide smile “She kissed Captain America three times, that definitely makes her his girl!”

“No, no no no no no!” Luis shook his head “Let me break it down to you. Come here, I'll explain!” and so they just ignored the two of you as each of them tried to find as many reasons as possible to defend their opinion on who you were dating, at least according to them.

Many “No”s later, and with you and Hope sitting and just staring at them and shaking your head in disbelief as you heard Luis say “See this video? It insists that she's even pregnant with his baby! And it has proof!”

“No, man, that's just conspiracy theories. She's not craving pickles, is she? No! So that means fake! But see this one here? It's about her meeting with Cap! And he met her first!”

“And Iron Man met her second!” Luis retorted, as if that was supposed to make a statement and be advantage of Tony's against Steve. You stopped listening after that.

“Just one question...” you started with a sigh, speaking to Hope as neither of you looked away from them for a moment “Do you ever just get out of this room, after an hour around these two, without a headache or do you sometimes-”

“No I don't.” she replied back, just as tired of babysitting as you were at this point “I don't really.” she sighed and you nodded your head.

“Of course you don't.” you sighed, chin resting on your hand just like her “Of course you don't.” you nodded your head, eyes back on them “I'm so glad nobody brought up Loki into all this cause-” but you didn't get to complete that sentence either.

“Loki!”

[arialis]

The M-squad: Wes is the Ultimate Heist Man

HEYO IT BE RESBANG TIME @resbangmod​

My artist is the wonderful @tilliquoi​, bringing in the absolutely amazing art here!! It was fantastic working with you, thank you for being such a great partner!

Fic is here!! 

Wes didn’t choose a life of crime, it chose him. A heistfic featuring Soul (surprisingly put together), Maba (the gran with the van), Masamune (makeup magician), and Maka (???).

Wes and Soul set out to steal Medusa Gorgon’s prized gem collection, but first… they need a crew. Enter: Maba and Masa, with occasional cameos from Soul’s neighbor Maka (The neighbor he’s not pining for, right? The same one that maybe-probably-definitely likes him back?) and frequent shenaniganery.

Many, MANY thanks to the spectacular @mystery-shrouded​ and @soundofez​ for all the support and love they’ve given this fic!! Also special shoutout to Fez for working down to the wire w/ me (I think we’ve spent about 6 hours on the phone working on this between yesterday and today haha) and all of the grammar checks and wording advice!!

December 24, 2018 | 13:15:34

He wakes to a bright light in his face and his wrists handcuffed to the chair behind him. The cell - Interrogation room? Torture chamber? It's hard to tell - stinks of cigarette smoke, and he finds himself coughing out, “Are you threatening me with lung cancer to get me to talk?”

There’s no response. He settles back against the chair as comfortably as he can, resigned to waiting in silence.

Then something shifts in the shadowed end of the room, and he gives them an easy smile. “Hey, detective. You’re a detective, right? What’s up?”

“You’ve caused a lot of trouble for us, you know.”

“What’d I do?”

The probably-detective looks like something out of an old noir film, to the point that he has to wonder if they purposely try to be this stereotypical. “Don’t play stupid, Gerard Wesley ‘Wes’ Evans. We know what you did, and we’ve got all the evidence we could ever need. Just sign the paper and let’s get it over with already, yeah? Make everyone’s lives easier - you’re all for that, aren’t you? Your type always is.”

“Oh gee, you know my full name? Is that supposed to be an intimidation tactic? Lemme tell you, it works about as well as the threat of emphysema - which is to say, not at all. You just sound like my elderly, disgruntled mother.” Wes shakes his wrist, rattling the handcuffs against the metal chair. “And - I don’t know if you know this, so brace yourself for this shocker of a revelation - I can’t sign anything while trussed up like a Christmas turkey.”

The detective snorts, looking utterly exasperated, but stands up and moves behind Wes.

As the cuffs click free, Wes raises his hands, rubbing his wrists and looking around more easily. The walls are a solid gray concrete, with the one to Wes’s right covered in a giant mirror that is probably a one-way window. “Thanks.”

The probably-detective just drops a pen on the table, smirking. It rolls across the sheaf of papers already there, looking so thematically dramatic that it makes the cheeky grin Wes shoots him actually real.

“I want a lawyer.”

The detective’s smug smile falls away. He slams the door on his way out of the room.

[siremasterlawrence]

The Hollywood Harem Circles 2

It was a few days later when Chris Wood introduces himself to Chris Evans and lured back to our room. The three of us hung out and he called his agent to agree to have interview with me right here. His agent was extremely angry as he hung up on her and smiled at me.

I sat the two chairs across from each other and ordered us dinner.He smiled as we ate while I was interviewing and I put on a track I was working on. The track was at a slow start as it played but it was instantly in Chris was. He was very addicted to it by the time a mind passed and asked me to play it again.

I took his request as I played it quite a few times, he was more then addictive and he started to tap his toes. He started to move his body and soon he stood up dancing. He was dancing right in front of me I could not believe it and then it came the ultimate shocker.

“Would you ummm...dance with me Lawrence?” He asked me a bit perplexed at the question he was asking himself. I was so unsure of what to say as I never dance with guys. I agree to it though as he pulls me up and into his body. He calls Chris Wood over as they form a sandwich and we dance the night away.

“You know I never danced with a guy before but it feels good and that song is so addictive. I can’t get over it and I don’t want to stop. What are you doing to me my...I mean Lawrence. I feel like I have known you forever Lawrence my friend. Why are you looking at me like that Lawrence?” He asked me.

“Chris look at me my friend we need to talk and I will talk while the music is on. You love to dance my friend, to dance for me and make me happy. That is because you are not a man, you are not free and you are completely in love with me. You are gay, madly in love me, only care about me and In fact you are obsessed with me. “ I continue.

“You surrender all you have to me, worship me, spend only on me and surrender your body to me. You now know your mind is clay for me to mold and your body mine to fully use. Your only existence is to serve me consistently, give me all I want, pleasure me and show me all the love.” I finish.

I turned the music off as he stood in the middle of the room mindless and obedient. I sat down quickly as ten minutes passed, he finally started to wake up as he yawned.“Master, how may serve you my king?” He asked me happily as he kneels. He crawled over to me on his knees as he pushes my legs aside and settles in between them.

He pressed his lips on mine as we kiss and he loses the last parts of himself. He is no longer the Chris Evans just my husk and he loves it. He kissed me again as we made out for about an hour and he was to happy to show me. I stood up as I pushed him into the couch and began to him.

All three us entering the bedroom and made love .