#Confident Evan Knows and begs just the same

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So this is 5k words. Didn't mean for that to happen. This is for BuckTommy Fluffebruary Day Sixteen: Didn't Know They Were Dating AU. This is the one fill that doesn't take place in the same timeline as my other fills and is set in some nebulous period between 405 and 409. So Buck knows about Daniel. Jes-Yun isn't born yet. You can also read this on AO3 here. Tagging @bucktommyfluffebruary

They meet one night when Maddie is asked to cover a shift at the last minute and Chimney begs Buck to step in for a karaoke trivia thing he'd been invited to. When he arrives at the bar, Chimney is sitting with two big guys at a table. One of the guys introduces himself as Sal, and he seems cool enough. The other guy is Tommy, and he's definitely really cool.

“My girlfriend's brother is stepping in for her,” Chimney explains.

“H-hey,” Buck says, waving awkwardly. “I'm Evan. Buck. Evan Buckley.”

It's the least smooth way he's ever introduced himself in his adult life, but he keeps wondering what the hell Tommy's diet and exercise routine is. The guy is massive. He's so warm, though, when he shakes Buck's hand. Literally, because his hands are radiating heat, but he also smiles with his whole face instead of just a polite tilt of his mouth. Buck finds himself smiling back and ducking his head when Tommy lets his hand go.

“Wasn't your girlfriend the secret karaoke weapon?” Sal asks.

“Yeah, but this guy's the secret trivia weapon,” Chimney says, clapping Buck on the shoulder. “You said science and history always gets you, right? Here's your solution.”

Buck flushes and shrugs when Tommy's eyes sweep over him. “I hope I can help.”

He settles in for a night of karaoke trivia, and he's not much help on the pop culture stuff. But there's an entire series of questions themed around popular animals at the LA Zoo, and Buck gets all of them. As he answers, Tommy's blue eyes stay on him, and Buck finds himself answering with more and more confidence. When Celestial Bodies turns out to be the next category, he's quick to answer everything he knows instead of waiting politely for everyone else in the group.

By the end, the Worst Responders (Sal’s idea) win the night, and they sit with a pitcher of beer, their pride, and a Visa gift card each. When Chimney goes to take a call from Maddie and Sal gets up to use the bathroom, Buck suddenly doesn't know what to say to Tommy.

“That was pretty amazing, Evan,” Timmy says, raising his glass.

Buck opens his mouth to correct him, but instead he clinks their glasses and says, “Not so bad yourself, Tommy.”

Tommy's eyes dip as they both take long drinks of their beer, and Buck hopes he doesn't have something on his chin. He wipes it with the back of his hand just to be on the safe side.

“Man, I can't believe you can fly,” Buck says, settling back into his chair. “That's so cool.”

“Well,” Tommy says, the corner of his mouth lifting in a half-smile, “I need the aircraft to fly.”

Buck makes a face at him. “Yeah, I know, but it's amazing. I always wanted to learn. When I was traveling, I'd end up on these tiny planes sometimes and always thought it would be fun.”

“I could maybe show you a few things,” Tommy says, resting his elbows on the table. “My rates are pretty competitive.”

Buck’s reply is cut off by Chimney plopping down next to him.

“Heard a girl talking about you,” Chimney says, nudging Buck and nodding back toward the bar.

He glances but doesn’t really see anyone specifically looking at him. He figures she’ll find him if she’s really interested. His focus goes back to Tommy, who is sliding a coaster around under his finger and smiling to himself a bit, but he doesn’t look all that happy. Instead, he’s just sort of…resigned.

“How competitive?” Buck asks, and Tommy blinks at him.

Tommy looks between Chimney, Buck, and something behind Buck before his eyes settle back on him. “We can figure something out. Honestly, I don’t usually charge friends. Except Sal.”

“For what?” Chimney asks, frowning at his phone screen.

“Thought I might take up flying,” Buck says, shrugging.

Chimney snorts. “Yeah. That’ll last. This kid’s got more hobbies than anyone I’ve ever met. Dude, I think someone stole my credit card number again. Hold up, I gotta call my bank.”

He disappears again, and Buck looks over his shoulder to see Sal is talking to a pretty girl at the bar, and she glances at Buck. When she sees him looking, she smiles shyly before looking back at Sal. If she’s the girl Chimney was talking about, she is pretty cute.

“I don’t have a lot of hobbies,” Buck says, turning his attention back to Tommy. “Well, kind of. I have a lot of interests, I guess. Which, yeah, is kinda weird, but I like the idea of flying. So I would absolutely be down to learn, and I’d be happy to pay for the fuel or your time or whatever. It’s like learning a superpower.”

Tommy smiles and slides his phone over. “Go ahead and put your number in.”

Buck does, noticing that the contact name is already filled in as ‘Evan,’ and he doesn’t bother correcting that either.

By the time they all leave, Buck has Tommy’s number in his own phone and realizes he forgot to get the girl’s number.

–

Flying is so cool, but Buck thinks Tommy might be a maniac. He’ll do maneuvers that don’t feel like they should be physically possible, and then he laughs over the headset. It’s terrifying and amazing, and Buck is flushed and breathless by the time they land on the tarmac at Harbor Station.

“That was awesome!” he says. “Okay, yeah, I owe you a beer. A dozen beers.”

Tommy takes off the headset and smiles. “How about dinner?”

Buck smiles back, though he feels like he’s still trying to catch his breath. “Yeah, okay. I could do dinner.”

–

Micelli’s is nice, and they’ve apparently got good beer and good food. Buck finds out that Tommy’s half Italian on his mom’s side, which explains a lot about his looks. His nose is so regal from the side, and Buck’s found his eyes tracing its shape more than once. His mom was first generation, so Tommy was practically raised by a bunch of older Italian women and his grandfather until he was in high school.

“So when you say the food here is good, you know what you’re talking about,” Buck concludes, and Tommy nods. “Alright, I believe you.”

“What about your family?” Tommy asks, and Buck shrugs. “You don’t have to answer that.”

“No, they’re…fine,” Buck says, shrugging again. He still feels raw when he thinks about his parents. “They’re, uh, back in Pennsylvania. Except Maddie. I think we’re British? Just sort of, uh, WASP-y? But I don’t really know a lot about my family.”

Hell, he knew even less than he ever realized.

“I don’t know a lot about my dad’s family,” Tommy says, and it feels like he understands based on the way he says it. It loosens some of the anxiety that had been building in Buck’s chest. “Scottish, Irish? Something like that. But I never looked too hard. Italians, though, you’d be hard-pressed to find a family that doesn’t want every generation to know every story and legend and the name of every town everyone was ever born in.”

“Family recipes?”

Tommy snorts. “I have a box of them. I’ve been trying to transcribe them just in case something ever happens to them, but there’s so many.”

Buck shrugs. “I could help.”

“Yeah?” Tommy looks surprised at his offer.

“Yeah, I’m kinda good at that kind of stuff,” he admits. “Plus, hey, I wouldn’t say no to learning some new recipes. I feel like I’m finally really getting the hang of cooking. Maybe I can even teach Bobby a thing or two.”

They start talking about the 118, and Buck is surprised at just how different it used to be. From the sound of it, Tommy was really different. Sal, too. And then Tommy felt like he was able to get a new start at Harbor.

“I just didn’t want to die in a closet, you know?” he says, and Buck tries to parse what that could mean. “I wasn’t out at the 118. Everyone thought I was straight until, I don’t know, my last month there? I finally told them right after my transfer went through.”

Buck blinks, realizing he’d somehow totally missed that Tommy’s gay. He realizes his silence could be taken for discomfort and panics. “Th-that’s great! I’m glad you were able to do that. It’s hard. It’s a hard thing to go through.”

“Yeah,” Tommy agrees, smiling softly. “Well, it’s actually just…freeing. Once you get past actually saying the words.”

“That sounds amazing,” Buck says, sighing. It does. The idea of feeling free has always felt like something he’s been looking for. Being at the 118 is the closest thing he’s ever found to that, but he wonders if it feels the same.

Tommy hesitates and starts to say something, but then their server arrives to take their food orders. Buck forgets to ask him what he was going to say, because he starts second-guessing what he was going to order and leans across to ask Tommy about one of the dishes. When Tommy leans in to look at where Buck’s pointing on the menu, his forearm presses against Buck’s and radiates heat the same way his hand did when they met, the same way his whole body did when he'd hugged Buck after their flight and when they met outside the restaurant. He wonders if it's a natural thing for him or if it's his muscle mass that does it.

“So you do like mushrooms?” Tommy asks, and Buck nods. “Yeah, you'll love that, then. But save room for dessert.”

“Okay,” Buck says, unable to keep himself from ducking his head and smiling as Tommy confirms with the server that Buck is getting whatever the hell it was Tommy had pointed to. He hadn't been paying attention.

–

He loves Tommy’s house. It’s got books and movies and records crammed into every available shelf in the living room, and there are cool old tiles in the kitchen and bathrooms that Tommy’s never going to touch even when he updates the rooms.

“Kitchen’s next, but I did a lot of the hard work with the electrical and plumbing already,” Tommy explains. He goes to a cabinet above his fridge and reaches in for an old cigar box. When he stretches for it, his shirt rides up and Buck blinks at the strip of skin that’s exposed. He suddenly feels guilty for staring and forces himself to look at the view of Tommy’s backyard from the window above the sink. “Here they are.”

Tommy sets the box on the counter and flips it open. Inside are old recipe cards, torn out recipes from magazines and ads, swooping writing on yellowed paper, and what looks to be more than one recipe torn out of cookbooks.

They’re killing time before a movie that’s playing at the theater by Tommy’s place, but Buck wants to dive into the recipes and figure out what it was that his family liked or what was important to them, what they held onto across generations, and which ones made little Tommy love desserts so much.

“Can you tell who wrote them?” he asks, carefully turning over a recipe card for some kind of soup made with lentils and sausage.

“Some of them,” Tommy says, leaning over and looking at the card he’s holding. “That was Prozia Camilla, I think. She always wrote her Bs really weird.”

“What’s that?” Buck asks, looking over at Tommy. He realizes he’s close, but it’s not making him uncomfortable. He feels a little warm, but it’s not from discomfort or embarrassment. The heat might be on in the house, or it's just Tommy being a human space heater. “Aunt?”

“Great-aunt,” Tommy clarifies. “Aunt is zia, uncle is zio—pretty easy. Nonna, Nonno–grandma, grandpa. Cugina, cugino–cousin, female or male. You add pro for great-aunts and -uncles, bis for great-grandparents. There’s one that’s in a baggy from Bisnonna Valia, I think she wrote it down when Mussolini was in power.”

Buck carefully picks through the box until he finds it, and he doesn’t take it out. He does inspect it, though. The paper is translucent and faded, the ink a brown-ish color. “What’s it for?”

“Canestrelli. It’s kind of like a shortbread cookie.”

He likes how Tommy says the words in Italian, the way his mouth shapes the vowels and kind of rolls the Rs but not really, the syllables he emphasizes a little differently than the way Buck probably would if he read the word from a page. He’d asked Tommy if he spoke Italian, and he sort of did. He mostly just understood it, but he sounded like he knew it whenever he said any of the words.

“These are amazing,” Buck says softly, rubbing his thumb along the edge of the paper inside its protective plastic. “Is it weird that I wish I knew them? All the people who wrote these down.”

When he glances at Tommy, Tommy’s looking at him and not at the recipe anymore. “No,” Tommy replies softly. “I don’t think that’s weird at all. They would’ve loved you.”

Buck grins. “Really?”

“Definitely.”

He flushes happily at the thought, even if Tommy’s just being nice. When he sets the recipe back in the box, the alarm on Tommy’s phone goes off.

“I kind of want to just look at these,” Buck admits. “But you said the movie’s really good.”

“Evan, it’s Casablanca,” Tommy says dryly. “It’s literally one of the greatest movies ever made.”

“Well, then I guess we have to go,” Buck teases, closing the box and handing it over to him.

When Tommy puts the box back, Buck’s eyes dip to his ass this time. It’s really a work of art. He wonders what kind of squats he does.

–

Buck’s a mess.

“You didn’t tell me it would be sad,” he moans as he snacks on the last of his popcorn on the way to Tommy’s truck. He’d driven, because it was easier than trying to find parking for two cars near the theater.

“A lot of the best romance movies are,” Tommy says. “But I don’t think it’s that sad. He loves her, and he knows she’s going to be happy. It’s not like Ghost or Moulin Rouge or Brokeback Mountain or anything.”

“I’ve never seen those,” Buck admits. “How can it get any sadder?”

“I mean, one of them could’ve died.”

Buck sighs. “Yeah, I guess. But—can you imagine finding the person who makes you feel like that and having to watch them walk away with someone else? People don’t realize how awful it feels to just be left behind.”

He realizes he’s projecting a lot onto a movie that’s eighty years old, but it does suck. Buck would know.

“Sometimes you just want to be the one people will stick around for,” he mumbles.

Tommy bumps their shoulders together gently as they walk. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Buck smiles and bumps his shoulder back. “You say that now.”

“I can’t imagine wanting to leave you behind if I could help it, Evan.”

The way he says it makes Buck’s heart thud in his chest, and for a moment he’s worried about another blood clot. He looks over at Tommy, who’s looking at him, and he smiles.

“Thanks,” he says softly.

Tommy puts an arm around his shoulder and squeezes him close for a moment before they get to the truck. Buck gets into the passenger seat and considers the few kernels of popcorn left. He wonders what Tommy’s favorite happy romance movie is and what it’s like, what he likes about it and the characters, if he identifies more with one than the other.

“So that’s the best romance movie?” he asks instead.

“I mean, that’s subjective, right?” Tommy says, turning on the truck and pulling away from the curb. “I think it’s pretty close to being the most objectively perfect one, yeah.”

“Is it your favorite?”

Tommy considers the question for a moment. “It's up there. It changes, honestly. I really like Love, Actually, but Princess Bride and Moonstruck are amazing, too. Casablanca is pretty perfect, though.”

“Thank you for inviting me,” Buck says, smiling. “I did like it. It just, y’know, made me a little sad. Also, I didn’t realize that whole ‘Here’s looking at you, kid’ thing was a reference. I’ve heard so many people say that and thought it was some idiom I never learned.”

Tommy snorts and shakes his head. “I swear, I will expand your knowledge of movies.”

Buck normally doesn’t really care. He doesn’t have the same attachment to movies that a lot of his friends have, but he likes Tommy showing him things. The flying, the restaurant, the recipe box, the movie—maybe Muay Thai? He knows Eddie does it. Buck’s never really had an interest in it, but Tommy had offered to teach him and Buck had twirled his pasta around his fork and said he’d be interested because nothing sounded cooler. Now that he’s seen the set-up in Tommy’s garage, it would be kind of awesome to have one-on-one lessons and then go inside to make old family recipes.

He looks over at Tommy as he drives, and he notes that Tommy seems as at ease behind a wheel as he is doing anything else. He had also seen the car lift in Tommy’s garage, currently empty but awaiting a Chevelle he’d had his eye on that needed work, and he wonders if he’s always liked cars.

As he watches, he also realizes that Tommy’s side profile is pretty perfect. It’s not just the nose, it’s his entire face. Tommy’s a really handsome guy.

“Evan?” Tommy asks, sounding amused.

“Yeah?”

“Are you okay?”

Buck slides down in his seat a little, feeling caught out for some reason. “Yeah. Sorry.”

Tommy slows to a stop at the light and looks over at Buck. He smiles and squeezes Buck’s wrist briefly, his huge hand almost engulfing it. He doesn’t understand how someone his height can be so big. With his free hand, he reaches over and picks up Tommy’s hand, manipulating the digits until they’re flat, and he presses their hands together to compare the size. Buck’s never met someone with bigger hands than his who wasn’t at least six and a half feet tall, but Tommy’s fingers stretch a little further, his palm is a little broader.

Then Tommy turns his palm just a little and curls his fingers until they’re between Buck’s, and Buck curls his fingers, too. He smiles and looks up at Tommy, who’s looking at him intently. It makes Buck’s heart pound again.

A car honks, and Tommy startles a little. He laughs to himself as he continues driving toward his house, both hands back on the wheel, and Buck feels his hand close around nothing, feeling empty.

–

Tommy is walking him to his car, even though it’s parked right in front of his house. They’re talking about the next series of movies the theater is showing—old noir stuff, some of which Tommy’s never even seen.

“That could be cool,” Buck says, putting his hands in his jacket pocket so he won’t reach for Tommy’s hand again. It would be weird. “We can see when our shifts line up.”

“They do them all in two month blocks,” Tommy explains wryly. “So that’s going to be a lot of calendar checking.”

“We can always share them to each other,” Buck points out. “Figure out other days we can do stuff.”

Tommy’s eyes look between Buck’s, down to his chin, and back at his eyes again. “Like what?”

Buck smiles and shrugs. “Anything. I mean, we’re kind of the perfect bar trivia partners. We can go around town and hustle all of them out of their gift cards and small cash prizes. But I really do want to help you with the recipe thing. You really think your family would’ve liked me?”

“Evan, do you have any idea how likeable you are?” Tommy asks, leaning his shoulder against Buck’s door.

“Hey, you’re pretty likeable yourself,” Buck says shyly. “You’re kind of the coolest person I’ve ever—”

He doesn’t get to finish, because there are two fingers under his chin and a pair of lips on his. For a moment, he freezes, because Tommy is kissing him. That should be weird. He’s never had a male friend kiss him on the lips unless it was during Spin the Bottle or under mistletoe, and those were always pecks or done with some reluctance on their part. But he can feel Tommy start to pull away and wants anything but that, so he brings his hand up to Tommy’s shoulder and keeps him there while Buck kisses back.

Tommy’s lips are soft, though his stubble is a little scratchy, but Buck doesn’t mind it. He really doesn’t mind it.

“Was that okay?” Tommy whispers when he does finally pull back.

Buck nods and his eyes drop to Tommy’s lips, which don’t look any different than they did a minute ago, but now he knows how they feel against his. He still has a hand on Tommy’s shoulder and brings his other one up to cup his jaw to keep him still when Buck goes in for another kiss.

It feels better than okay. It feels like a real first—well, second now—kiss. He feels like an alarm bell should be going off somewhere in his head, but all he’s getting is a need to feel more of him, to taste more of him.

They’re kind of making out against Buck’s Jeep, and Buck is definitely going to need to talk to Hen about this. If he likes kissing a guy just as much as he’s liked kissing a girl—hell, more than he’s liked kissing some girls—what does that mean?

Tommy pulls away again and presses their foreheads together. They’re both breathing hard, and Buck wonders if Tommy will ask him to come inside.

“I meant to take this a lot slower,” Tommy says. “You seemed…new. I know Howie doesn’t know, but does anyone?”

Buck wonders if he’d missed something in their conversation. “Know what?”

“That you’re—” he gestures between them. Then he pulls back more and searches Buck’s face. “You are, aren’t you?”

“What?” he asks again, feeling very slow. He doesn’t love the feeling, but he's also still really stuck on the feeling of Tommy's lips.

“Wait, are you?”

“Oh, my god, Tommy, am I what?” he asks, laughing.

“Into guys?”

Buck blinks. “I don’t—I’ve never really thought about it?”

Except for that one time in Texas, but he knew that he came off as flirty sometimes when he didn’t mean to. That hadn’t been TK’s fault. Hell, TK was gorgeous and a really good firefighter, and—oh.

“Oh,” Buck says, raising his eyebrows. “Huh.”

“Are you okay?” Tommy asks, searching Buck’s face for something. He’s not touching Buck anymore, which kind of sucks.

“Yeah.” He looks at Tommy and smiles. “Yeah, I’m great.”

He is. He really is. It’s a little bit of a shock, but he’s pretty sure he’ll be fine. Well, he might need to talk to Hen and Maddie and Bobby.

Then it hits him—Tommy walked him to his car. While the sun was up. In a good neighborhood. After the movies. He’d done the same thing after Micelli’s, after they’d flown, and he’d hugged Buck every time. It had felt good and warm and safe. But Tommy always walked him to his car.

“We were just on a date, weren’t we?” Buck says slowly, then counts. “Like, our third one. Wait, did you take me flying for our first date?”

“I thought I did,” Tommy says, his brows raised. “Did you really have no idea that I was asking you out?”

Okay, yeah, Tommy had said they should go out sometime before they’d left the bar the night they’d met, and Buck had agreed and Tommy had grinned. It had been really distracting.

“Huh,” he says again. “Wait, you waited until our third date to kiss me?”

“I thought you needed me to take it slow,” Tommy says, leaning his elbows on the hood and burying his face in his hands. “I thought you were new to this.”

“I mean, I am,” Buck points out. The way Tommy’s leaning makes his ass pop out a little, and his jeans are tight enough that they definitely qualify as date jeans. “Maybe not that new, actually. It’s normal to check out a hot guy’s ass, right?”

Tommy looks at him incredulously. “Evan, how would I know what straight guys do? I’m a Kinsey six.”

“Right,” Buck realizes, though he’s still not clear on the second part. “What’s a Kinsey six?”

“It’s a scale for sexuality. I’ve never actually been attracted to any women.”

Buck frowns. “Really?”

He’s found a lot of guys attractive, because that was just a thing Buck could see as a person with eyes. Hell, one of the first things he thought about Connor was that he had a killer smile. Then he had followed him to Los Angeles. From Peru.

“Oh,” he realizes, pulling out his phone and looking up ‘Kinsey.’ “Two? I don’t know, actually. I’ll have to think about it.”

Tommy huffs out a laugh. “You’re not, I don’t know, mad?”

Buck frowns and puts his phone back in his pocket. “Why would I be mad?”

“A lot of guys get mad when another guy kisses them if they weren’t really expecting it.”

“That doesn’t make sense. You can just tell someone you’re not interested.” His eyes flick down to Tommy’s mouth. “Or figure out that you are.”

“Are you sure—”

“You should come over so I can cook you dinner,” Buck says, suddenly wanting nothing more than to see Tommy in his loft and at his table. In his bed? Yeah, probably. “Saturday?”

Tommy smiles. “You mean tomorrow?”

Buck thinks about it. “Yeah. Tomorrow.”

When Tommy kisses him again, Buck wraps his arm around his shoulders and spreads his hand over Tommy’s side. Tommy moans softly against his mouth, and Buck’s lips part further so he can tease his tongue against Tommy’s lips.

“Jesus, kid,” Tommy breathes when the kiss breaks, and it sends a bolt of heat through Buck’s belly. So, yeah, definitely guys. Guys are good. At least one is.

Buck’s phone goes off, and he reluctantly checks it. Maddie’s due pretty soon, so he can’t ignore his phone just in case it’s her.

It is, and Buck answers quickly.

“Maddie?” he says before mouthing an apology to Tommy. “Are you okay? Is the baby—”

“Buck,” she says. “Are you still coming over for dinner?”

Oh, right. The reason they’d done the matinee show for the movie. Buck’s supposed to be having a sibling dinner with his sister. He’s now late for it and feels like a dick.

“I am so sorry, I forgot. I’ll be there in twenty, twenty-five minutes? Do you need me to get anything on the way?”

“If you could get me enough garlic bread to fill your car, I’d be so happy.”

Buck snorts. “I can get some. Maybe not that much. But I’ll stop, just turn the oven on. I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Okay!” she says brightly. “Bye.”

“Bye,” he says, hanging up. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize what time it was, and I did actually forget. I got, uh, distracted.”

Tommy smirks. “‘Distracted’?”

Buck swallows and nods, his eyes going to Tommy’s lips again. “Yeah.”

“God, you’re adorable.”

He’s never had a guy call him that before. He likes it.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Tommy says. “When do you want me over?”

“S-six?” Buck says, feeling himself sway toward Tommy like they’ve got magnets in their mouths. “Five. You start early on Sunday, right?”

“So do you,” Tommy points out.

“Oh, yeah,” Buck says dumbly. He goes in for another kiss, but it’s quick. Tommy pushes him back gently with a hand to his chest and nudges their noses together briefly before stepping away. “Bye.”

“Bye, Evan,” Tommy says, smiling and going toward his house.

Buck fumbles with his keys before he finally unlocks the Jeep, and he watches Tommy until he goes inside. It’s a thing he’s always done on dates. When Tommy waves before heading inside, Buck waves for a long time until the door is closed.

“Fuck, okay, garlic bread,” he says, turning the Jeep on. He grins the entire way to the store.

While he walks through Ralph’s, he also looks for stuff to use for the dinner he’s going to make for Tommy. On their date. Their fourth date.

Buck knows he’s standing in the middle of the baking ingredients aisle and smiling at his phone like an idiot. He knows that he’s going to spend half of his Saturday trying to perfect some kind of dessert. He knows he can’t wait to see Tommy and that he’s felt that way every time he’s seen him since they met.

[crobones]

reminding myself that, even though Evan now has a d20 in Magnetism and essentially a huge boost in confidence, he can exude that energy and still get nervous or embarassed or blushing while twirling his hair and kicking his feet or - and this is most important - feel a true calmness in subspace when being just a really good boy. it just maybe takes a little more oomf to get him there.

[until-the-house-shakes]

Crush (part 2)

Wolfstar Raising Regulus / werewolf! Regulus / Bartylus

-

It was a cold November morning during their fourth year the day Barty decided to be brave.

He had this stupid crush on his roommate, Regulus, since the beginning of their first year, and while he thought he was totally cool about it- Evan and Pandora begged to differ and told him he had to tell Regulus about it or stop gushing about him in private.

Which was really unfair in his mind.

He spent the last four years being perfectly normal about his crush in private and now he has to tell him? What type of sick prank is this?

Barty was sure that Regulus did not feel the same about him. Firstly, he was closer to Evan than he was to Barty, so that’s already a strike against the brunette. Secondly, he never laughed at Barty’s jokes. He just stared at him like he was an idiot. Sure everyone else did the same, but it hurt when Regulus did it.

Strike number two.

The third strike, and maybe the biggest in Barty’s opinion, was that Regulus refused to date anyone because of his ‘furry little problem’. During their second year of school, Barty, Evan, and Pandora figured out that their dear friend was secretly a werewolf, and from that day on, helped him however they could. They even went as far as learning to become animagi during their third year, because they learned it could help Regulus. Sure it pissed off professor Lupin because it was ‘dangerous’ and ‘really fucking stupid of them’ but hey! Now Regulus was able to spend full moons with his friends and dad, instead of with his dad alone.

Regulus made it clear to his friends and guardians that he had no interest in dating someone. That his illness only added difficulties to any possible relationship, and he didn’t see any reason to go through such hardship for a ‘mediocre partner’.

Barty had every single odd against him. He wasn’t Regulus’ favorite friend, they didn’t have much in common, and Regulus refused to date anyone. But maybe, just maybe, Barty could be the exception. Regulus didn’t want to date anyone because he didn’t want to go through the hurdles of coming out as a werewolf or lying to them every month. Barty understood the sentiment, however, if a possible date were to already know about the lycanthropy, (and help out each full moon) then there should be no problem.

At least that’s what Barty hoped.

“Hey, do you have any plans for this weekend?” Barty asked Regulus, sitting on the boy’s bed while the other flipped through some quidditch magazine. For the first time in a week, the two boys were all alone in their dorm, and Barty was finally going to take the opportunity and ask Regulus out.

Well, he was also threatened by Evan and Panda to either ask him out by this weekend, or suffer some weird punishment, and while Barty was curious, he found a date with Regulus much more enticing than the threat.

“Dad and I planned on seeing pa in Hogsmeade. Want to come with?” Regulus asked, not looking up from his magazine.

“Oh uh.. yeah I.. I would like that. Wait, don't your dads hate me?” Barty was never the parent’s favorite friend. It was a fact he came to quite enjoy about himself, but when it came to Regulus’ dads, he wished they would at least tolerate him. He did perfectly in Remus’ classes and always treated Regulus like an angel! What more could they want from the fourteen year old?

“They don’t hate you. They’re just protective of me, and you like to get into trouble. That’s all.” Regulus giggled. Gods. If Barty could record that giggle and keep it playing all day every day, he would.

“Well.. maybe I shouldn’t intervene on father-son time. Besides, I kind of wanted it to be just us.” Great, now Barty was starting to get shy. Why couldn’t this be easier? He was normally a confident kid, but the second Regulus looked at him with his innocent grey eyes, and perfect pink lips- all his confidence went out the window and he was just a shy, awkward kid.

“Barty… are you trying to ask me out on a date?” Finally Regulus put his magazine down and looked at Barty. As much as Barty loved it every time Regulus looked at him, he wished the werewolf would stop doing that. Having his eyes locked on his, made breathing and thinking very hard to do.

“… maybe.” Barty squeaked out, feeling his face flush. This could not be going further from what Barty original planned. He was meant to simply ask Regulus out, get rejected, and move on. This long, drawn out, tortuous conversation, was not supposed to be happening.

“Okay. We can have lunch together and I’ll have dinner with my dads.” Regulus shrugged, getting off his bed to grab his quidditch supplies.

Wow. That was easy.

Wait.

“Wait actually? You want to go on a date with me?” Barty asked, making sure this wasn’t some sick prank or awful dream. He would be so pissed if this was a dream.

“I know I said I didn’t want to date anyone… but you’re different. So sure. I’ll go on a date with you, but don’t make me regret it.” Regulus glared at him before leaving their dorm room to get to practice.

Barty simply stared at the closed door in awe.

He had a date with Regulus Black.

An actual date.

He had to tell everyone.

[lostinthewalls]

TLT Chapter 3

Underestimation

TW for this chapter: Swearing, unintentional fearplay, our two boys loosing their minds, injury, mentions of disaster/death(literally just Evan loosing his mind.)

Story under the cut!!!

Evan blinked, still stunned, taking a few startled steps backwards as frantic thoughts raced circles in his mind, bashing against the sides of his head, making blood rush in his ears. After the shout, all he could hear was the ringing in his own ears...did the medicine not work!? Should he take another one?

               His hands trembled as he turned on his heel, eye twitching as he dropped his laptop onto his bed, leaning against the soft surface for a moment. He felt microscopic eyes on his back, and he heard the scrape of boots on the wooden surface of his dresser, reminding him of exactly what the hell was happening.

Shaking his head, he drifted his eyes back up to the top of his dresser, where the same white-haired little creature was staring at him, eyes full of hate and fear. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his crazy thoughts, quickly averting his eyes.

He heard the panicked mutterings of the creature on his dresser and he looked back up at it? Him? He didn’t know...either way, they locked eyes.

“Oh motherfucker-” The little creature hissed, recoiling backwards. Evan, hopefully over his original near panic attack, stepped forwards again, shuffling his feet on the carpet to attempt to silence his footsteps.

“DIDN’T YOU HEAR ME, YOU BIG, HULKING BASTARD!? DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME.” The voice screamed again. It was shrill with terror, but sounded too old to be a child, yet too young to be an adult. Evan stopped in his tracks; eyes wide, still dead silent as he nodded quickly like he was about to be shot.

Truly, he wished he had the confidence this little thing had. At least he had the size to match. Then, maybe, things would be different around here. Maybe he would be better at defending himself...and his mother.

He was yanked from his thoughts when the thing launched sideways, half-crawling and half-running towards the ledge before LITERALLY THROWING HIMSELF OFF OF IT.

Evan screamed in alarm, lunging forwards, grabbing the top edge of the dresser with one hand, ramming it backwards into the wall to stabilize it. He shot out his other hand in a desperate attempt to catch the little guy before he inevitably became a splat on the floor, and thankfully, he caught him by the bag secured shockingly well on his back.

It was almost like the bag was crafted by human hands...like this guy was intelligent or something. Then again, they did just yell and swear at him twice.

 His trance was unceremoniously stopped for the third time when the thing in his hand literally became feral, kicking and punching and biting, doing whatever he could to get him to let go. Evan’s eyes got wide and he shoved himself away from the dresser, using both hands to hold the struggling thing at arm's length, turning his head away, just in case this white-haired guy had some sort of projectile to throw at him or something.

No matter what he tried, the thing kept fighting. He tried to take another step back, but found his feet frozen to the spot he stood at, his heels digging into the old carpet beneath him.

“S- stop fighting, I’m only trying to help! What’s your problem!? Quit trying to make this harder on ourselves!” Evan’s words stumbled out before he could catch them and reel them back in. They sounded less intimidating, and more like a dog begging for food, but shockingly, it worked better than he intended.

The thing in his hands went stiff, breathing heavily as he averted his gaze as well, “Please. Help!? You should seriously join a travelling circus, because that’s sooo funny coming from a human like you.”

His tone was hateful, and he said human like it was the worst insult in the world. Despite it, though, there was a shake to his tone, like he was about to break down crying. Evan winced at the thought, trying not to be too insulted as he just nodded numbly.

“Well- uhm- help in the best way I can- you- look hurt- I mean...you probably fell...didn’t you?” He tried to keep his voice as quiet as possible, as if someone would jump around the corner and call him crazy for talking too what was most definitely some meds-induced hallucination.

Silence. No response but a slow nod. Evan was thankful for the answer to his question, drawing his hands a bit closer as he managed to get himself to move.

“I uh- I'm going to put you on the dresser again- my mom has a first-aid kit in the bathroom I can go get...so just- stay put- okay?” He sat him down rather unceremoniously on top of the dresser as he spoke, rubbing his hands on his shirt to get the shaky jitters out of them.

“Where else am I supposed to go...” Came the hushed response as the little guy crossed his arms and looked away from him, then stared at his own leg. Evan peered down as well, finding the ankle twisted at an oddly uncomfortable ankle. He cringed...broken limbs. Not his forte, but he could try. His mother had taught him the basic splint procedure, anyway. Surely, he could downsize it, right?

He just nodded, giving an awkward thumbs up before running out of the room like he had just seen a ghost, rounding the corner and ducking into the bathroom again. Slamming the door, he slid against it, running his sweaty hand through is tousled hair. He shook the sweat off, cringing to himself as he reached for the shelf above the toilet, grabbing the first-aid kit from where it peacefully sat.

He rummaged around a bit more until he found something that would hopefully work as a stint- a Q-tip that he spent far too long picking the fluff off of. With the supplies in hand, he shoved the bathroom door open, making a beeline to his room again.

He paused in the doorway, trying to mentally steel himself before crossing the threshold. His thoughts were getting rambunctious again...he tried to focus himself on the task at hand, swallowing thickly as he entered the room.

Focus on this, Evan... that’s all you have to do. Easy... just focus. If anything goes wrong, you can call Atlas. Like mom said.

He crossed the room again and stopped at the dresser, glancing down to meet the eyes of the little guy, who- thankfully- stayed put. He cautiously set the supplies on the opposite side of the dresser, as the little guy carefully scooted away as much as he could, shooting Evan his signature death-glare.

Evan tried to smile awkwardly, starting to open up the kit and pull out what he needed, talking to distract himself from the pure insanity of it all.

“So uhm- do you have a name? Obviously, you probably know me because your just my hallucinations but- my name’s Evan....I don’t know if you have a name or if you're supposed to be as small as you are but-”

“What, are you, a shitty clone or something? I never knew a human could be this horribly annoying.” The sharp tone cut Evan off as he faltered, looking away awkwardly.

“Sorry- yeah- let's just get this done...” He mumbled, motioning for him to hold his leg out. He did, with a bit of coaxing, and Evan wrapped and stinted the ankle the best he could. Once he was done, both were exhausted, and it was already pretty late in the night, anyway...Evan wanted nothing more than to just go to bed and pretend nothing happened.

The stranger, on the other hand, was tapping softly at the bandages around his ankle, mumbling incoherent things to himself, before he suddenly piped up.

“You wanted my name, you said? Well, I uh- I'm not supposed to give it since my sister would most likely sock me but- it's Blaire...I don’t see the harm in giving it to a guy like you.”

“A guy like me?” The name almost went right over Evan’s head as he turned to look at him, slightly startled. Was he coming off that awkward to this guy?? Weird...

“Oh- oh uhm- Blaire's a nice name...nice to uhm...meet you.” His mind finally caught up to him and he jumbled his words out awkwardly, holding his hand out instinctually for a handshake.

It probably looked like he was going to knock Blaire to the heavens, but thankfully, he didn’t back away. He just scoffed, patting the side of his finger a few times.

“Not exactly nice to meet you, blondie, but...I met you. Thanks for stinting this, though. Guess I underestimated you?”

Evan smiled and set his hand flat on the top of the dresser, “Yeah...you totally did.”

END NOTES

Oh my GOSH ITS FINALLY DONE! The two boys first contact...they're growing up so fast I'm getting teary eyed... BUT HERE WE ARE!! Hopefully nothing bad happens to break their trust in each other....heh.....

[fuzzballsheltiepants]

Past is Prologue - Buck and his partners

"Why does this keep happening to you?...No, I'm gonna tell you why. Because you don't talk to the women you're dating. You just go with the flow and find yourself in a relationship with no idea what to do when things go wrong."

Bobby says this to Buck in S5E9, Past is Prologue. This is the hamster wheel Buck can't get off - hell, it's right there in the title of the episode. The episode ends with the love confession from Taylor, which was awkwardly returned by Buck with one of his patented deer-in-headlights expressions. One episode later, they both are begging for help selecting Christmas gifts for each other. Two episodes later, he kisses Lucy, panic-invites Taylor to move in with him, and everything goes downhill from there.

The thing with Buck is, even as he grows up, even as he gets more confident professionally, even as he establishes himself as a fixture in the lives of the 118 - knows he's loved by them - he still does not believe that someone can really know him and be in love with him.

When he was with Abby, he didn't really know himself. That's part of why that relationship - that love he had for her - was so transformative. He had no idea he was capable of loving like that, of stepping inside with someone, of standing up and being strong, and he liked that version of himself. He saw that version of himself as someone he could respect, someone maybe worthy of being loved back. Then he became terrified of letting go, of sliding back into Buck 1.0. So he held on, for months after she told him to move on, as the calls became less and less frequent, as his sister and his friends all told him she was gone.

(But he didn't relapse. Sure, he slept around a little bit, but while he did so he was stepping inside with someone else, standing up and being strong beside someone else who needed him - Eddie (and Chris). He provided the foundation for Eddie and Chris to be able to stay in LA, by introducing him to Carla and being there week in and week out for the two of them. Still, 6 years later.)

Ali was little more than a fling, same with Natalia, but Taylor - Taylor is, ultimately, the relationship that most closely parallels Tommy. With both of them, you have an awkward dinner that ends with Buck being left behind after behaving badly in front of his friends (Taylor with Albert and Veronica, Tommy at Miceli's the first time). You have a kiss Buck wasn't expecting, followed by the other leaving the loft immediately. And you have a rushed invitation to move in, in which Buck acts very distinctly like there's something wrong and in which each time his partner was surprised. In both cases, the ask to move in was the beginning of the end, though with Taylor it was obviously a much slower demise.

The primary issue with both relationships continues to be the lack of communication, on both sides, not just Buck. Taylor doesn't tell Buck about her father or family, and Buck just - doesn't ask. They were together like 6 months before he finally said they needed to have the conversation, after Bobby's prompting, and she admitted to her family tragedy. That's a significant period of time to not learn literally anything about a partner's family.

Buck and Tommy are on their 6 month anniversary date before he finds out that Tommy is gay, not bi, and that he was previously engaged to a woman (and that that woman was Abby). All stuff that, in a serious relationship, would generally come up fairly early on if the communication is at all there.

Then you have each partner not respecting Buck's boundaries. Taylor moving in and making Buck get rid of his couch to keep hers. Taylor saying that the Jonah stuff will be off the record, then betraying that promise. Tommy calling Buck Evan without us ever seeing a, "hey, you can call me Evan," line from Buck, even though in season 4 he tells his parents that people who know him call him Buck. Tommy not knowing that Buck hates basketball and gifting him tickets, because Buck never said, "by the way, I think basketball sucks and that's why I only showed up that one time," and Tommy never bothered to learn what Buck's actual interests are.

Because Bobby is right. Buck doesn't talk to the people he dates, not seriously or honestly. Buck makes himself small in his relationships. He's so afraid of being left behind that he becomes translucent. He's honest and serious and real with Maddie. He's honest and serious and real with Eddie (hence why he was so distressed about lying to Eddie about Tommy), and with the 118. But with Taylor, the honest and serious bits were later in the relationship, after prodding from outside sources, and with Tommy they never happened at all.

Compare this to other relationships on the show. We know that Hen told Karen about Eva on the third date. We know that Athena knew about Bobby's previous family and losses before they ever got together, and that they shared faith. We know that Maddie and Chimney became close friends first, having their buffridays and finishing each other's sentences, with Chim knowing about Doug and all that first. The early-established depth is there in all the other relationships on the show, but it's not there for Buck or for Eddie..

The thing is, I'm not a Tommy hater, and I'm not a Taylor hater. They both were good examples of superficial romantic relationships, that contrast sharply with all the rest of Buck's relationships, and the other romances on the show. It was Taylor who said that Buck's life was full of meaningful relationships, and she was absolutely right. But in order for Buck to get off this hamster wheel - in order for past to stop being prologue - he needs develop depth of relationship first. He needs to be solid, and trust that he's not going to be left behind. And frankly, he's not ready to do that yet, though I hope that this breakup may be some impetus for him to look into that more deeply.

I hope the show has the grace to get him there. I think it will.

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

The Crossing: Part One

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.7k

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there is any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

"No man is happy without a delusion of some kind. Delusions are as necessary to our happiness as realities." - Christian Nestell Bovee

"How are you and Will doing?" you ask JJ when you enter her office the next morning.

She is sitting at her desk with folders displayed all around her, but that's not the thing you're focusing on. Her very flat stomach has a yellow glow to it, and there is only one reason why her stomach would glow like that.

She's pregnant.

Does she know? Does she want you to know? Does Will know? If you're going to talk about this to her, then you have to let her come to you.

"We're doing just fine," she smiles and fishes around her desk for something.

Either she doesn't know or she doesn't want to talk about it.

"Okay, what did you call me in here for? Not that I'm not happy to see you. I'm always happy to see you."

"I got this letter from someone who is meeting me in ten minutes. I want you to read it."

You grab the letter and read it quickly, your eyes widening in shock. This woman is claiming someone is stalking her, and that she believes she will die soon if she doesn't get help from someone. She has a dog and a husband that she can't fathom leaving behind. It's a powerful letter, you'll give her that.

"Wow. I can see why you'd want to meet with her."

"Agent Jareau?" There is another desk agent knocking on her office door. "Your appointment is here."

"Okay, just one minute."

JJ doesn't have a minute because seconds later, a red-headed woman comes inside her office with a look of determination.

"Hi. I'm Keri Derzmond. I'm the one who sent you the letter."

"Right. I'm agent Jareau and this is agent Y/N."

"I'm sorry to rush in, but when I got the message you'd see me this morning, I could barely sleep last night. That's nothing new, though. I haven't been able to sleep for about two years."

"I just read the letter you wrote to agent Jareau and the Silver Spring police," you say and hand JJ back the letter.

"Begging and pleading wasn't getting their attention. They needed to know I wasn't going away."

"So, you've been getting these notes for the past two years?" JJ asks.

"I used to live in Atlanta. I moved here six months ago, and then out of nowhere another note. I can't live like this anymore. I want my life back."

"What did the police tell you?" you wonder.

"The detective I met with was very sympathetic, but his hands are tied unless something happens to me. Then it will be too late. Will you help me?" she asks.

She's not begging and she isn't complaining. She is confident in what she wants, and you admire that about her.

"I'm presenting the case to our team this morning. I'll let you know what we decide."

Keri sighs and grabs a sticky pad off JJ's desk along with a pen. She starts writing names down while saying them out loud.

"Lou Evans, Ed Derzmond, and Ryan Scott. Those are the people who you'll be calling when you find me dead."

She's really adamant about this being a case, and you really hope Hotch and Rossi believe so as well. They aren't here right now, but you know if they find out you took a case without it being official, you can get into a lot of trouble.

Keri was told to wait downstairs while you and JJ head to the briefing room where Derek, Spencer, and Emily are waiting.

"Where's mom and dad?" Derek jokes as you take your seat next to Spencer.

"Hotch and Rossi are still at the seminar in Boston. We shouldn't wait on this."

"JJ pulled me in early. I agree with her."

JJ puts Keri's picture on the screen for all to see.

"This is Keri Derzmond. Two years ago in Atlanta, she started receiving anonymous notes that meticulously described her whereabouts throughout the day. Local authorities never found out who was responsible. Recently, she moved to Maryland and brought the stalker with her."

"Do they think it's the same person?"

"Yes because he includes pictures of himself."

JJ flips through several pictures of the unsub, but none of them are of his face. It's of his legs, his arms, his hands, etc. It's like he's trying to show off for her without showing his face.

"None of his face. That's very telling. He's either trying to protect his identity or he has self-image issues. He's controlling the parts of his body that he shows to her," Spencer says.

"He writes to Keri in these letters about their 'future' together, like having kids and growing old. He believes Keri is in love with him and just doesn't know it yet."

"Okay, so the guy's clearly delusional, but what makes this a BAU case?" Derek wonders.

"He's so obsessed with her that he tracked her over six hundred miles away. He could kill her, and then how would we feel if we didn't help her?" you ask.

"This is unusual. Typically, a stalker will change his focus to another woman if the object of his affection moves away."

"Y/N, I get that, and he's way past the first level of escalation, but... still."

"When Keri received the first letter in Maryland, she went to the locals for protection. They told her they couldn't help her. This woman is in serious danger, I felt it the second I saw her."

"This case is in my hands now, and if we do nothing and something happens to her, I'll be the one notifying her family," JJ says seriously.

"Okay, I believe you two," Derek shrugs.

Once Keri hears you'll be helping her, she is over the moon. She was so excited that she left back to Maryland the first chance she got. Her place is only an hour drive from Quantico, and Derek drives quicker than the average person.

You make it in forty-five minutes.

Keri didn't want you to meet at her house in fear Ryan, her fiance, will get upset over this. She asked for you to meet her at her office while the rest of the team sets up base at the police station. JJ has been on the phone since you got into the state, and she is now getting off it when you arrive at Keri's office.

"What was that about?"

She didn't seem too happy over the phone.

"Bureaucratic red tape. Every case we take, I have to explain why in terms of cost and size how it relates to the BAU. They don't always think it's worth it."

"I mean, I'm all for being here and helping, but they do have four agents doing the work locals should."

"Just because there isn't a dead body doesn't mean we shouldn't take the case."

"I know that, JJ. I'm with you on this one. I just understand where they're coming from."

"Y/N," JJ sighs and stops outside of the building. "Last year in Denver, a woman was being harassed by her ex-boyfriend. Cops knew who he was, but they couldn't arrest him. We didn't take that case. She was finally granted a restraining order three days after he threw acid in her face. Right now, I don't care about limited resources. I cannot make that same mistake again."

"JJ, I understand. You don't have to explain yourself to me. I got your back."

When Keri lived in Atlanta, the initial communication between her and her stalker happened at her job. Then, it started getting more personal by involving her home. The first card he ever sent her is most likely an anniversary date of when they met or when he first saw her.

March 21, 2006.

It was a Tuesday, so your team should focus on other Tuesdays, the 21st in previous months, and March of 2005. If your team can figure out what makes the date important to the stalker, it can trace his connection back to Keri."

You and JJ head inside the building and up to Keri's office. She eagerly greets you when she sees you.

"So, Keri, why did you move to Maryland?" you ask, getting down to business.

"Ryan lives here, and my firm just opened an office. The move wasn't because of the stalker, although the police back in Atlanta thought it was a good idea. I'm always cautious, but for the first time, I felt that if I looked over my shoulder, no one would be there."

"We need you to make a list of names of everyone you know, even acquaintances, both here and in Georgia," you say. "Don't forget ex-boyfriends either. Nothing is insignificant."

"Of course. If I knew what I was doing to make this guy so obsessed, I'd stop," she sighs.

"When your paths crossed, something clicked with him. If you were smiling, he probably thought you were smiling at him," JJ explains.

"We have no way of knowing what his fantasy is. What we do know is you're the star of it."

Someone knocks on her door, and it looks like she could be Keri's assistant.

"Ryan is on line one. He says it's an emergency."

Keri is quick to pick up the phone.

"Are you okay? ... Yeah, they're here now." She puts Ryan on hold and looks like she is about to cry. "Ryan's at home. There's another card and a box at the door."

"Tell him not to touch it. We're on our way now," you order.

Keri does as she's told, and then the three of you head to her house to inspect the package.

"Here it is. I appreciate you driving Keri home. Ever since this guy showed up again, I've been taking her everywhere," Ryan says once you arrive.

"Would he send something that could hurt me?" Keri asks.

"Probably not, but we don't want to take any chances."

"Do you really think this guy would do something like that after all this time?"

"At this point, you haven't done anything to provoke him, but it's never too early to be cautious."

There is a note that JJ inspects with gloves on her hands, and you take the gift in your own gloved hands. It's a small gift box that might hold jewelry in it. Almost immediately, you connect with the energy he attaches as soon as he adds a bit of himself to the gift. You close your eyes and see a wall of pictures of Keri.

Though, it's not a typical wall. It's kind of like a wall inside a van or a very large car. You're not getting anything on the unsub, but his passion for Keri is what makes you see this.

"What did you see?" JJ asks you.

"The wall of a van or some large car with dozens of pictures of Keri taped to it."

"I'm sorry, did you say 'see'?" Keri asks you.

"I am an empathetic psychic that connects with energies and spirits. The passion this man has for you attached itself to this gift, and I am able to use that energy to create a picture of sorts. The picture led to a wall of your face dozens of times."

"At this point, I am willing to accept any kind of help," she sighs.

You take the top of the box off before removing the velvet jewelry box. You open it carefully to reveal a pair of old-looking earrings.

"Rest easy, it's just earrings," you show the couple.

"They look like antiques."

"He says they were his grandmother's like a family heirloom," JJ says after she read the note.

"He wants to make you a part of his family by giving these to you."

"Well, we have the back of his head now," JJ scoffs at the picture he took. "He hopes that you give him a gift soon, too."

"What does that mean?"

"We should probably get this back to the station and start a trace," you say and box up the earrings again.

"Can you find him that way?" Ryan asks.

"First-class mail is harder to track, but we'll see."

"Officers will be driving by your house periodically looking for anything suspicious. Plus, you have my number if anything happens," JJ offers. "We'll call and let you know if we find anything."

"Thank you."

You and JJ leave Keri's office with the note, the picture, and the gift.

"His confidence is building, and now he wants something. What do you think that is?" JJ asks you.

"I don't know, but I'm scared about what happens when she doesn't give it to him."

The rest of the team is waiting for you at the station, but because tracing the gift and note is going to be a lot harder than one would think, and the fact that you have nothing else to go off of, the only thing you can do now is to wait and hope nothing else happens.

But when do you ever get what you want?

The stalker made an appearance at Keri's place last night while you were sleeping. He stole her dog in an attempt to either get to know her or to get a reaction out of her. The rest of the team is at the police station with all the evidence including what happened last night while you and JJ are at Keri's house talking to Ryan and Keri.

JJ is nervous about something, and your eyes flit down to her stomach. The yellow glow hasn't disappeared yet as if it could disappear. She's acting like she doesn't know, but she's giving off the impression that she does. Her energy and behavior tell you she knows, but her words say differently.

You want to ask her about it, but you don't want to come off as pushy. Especially about a subject as delicate as this one. It took a whole year for her to come out publicly with Will, and a child's upbringing is a lot more intense than that.

"Are you sure you're okay?" you whisper to JJ when Keri gets Ryan from upstairs.

"Yes. Why do you keep asking me that?"

"No reason. Sorry," you bite your lower lip nervously.

"Have you found our dog?" Ryan asks when he comes downstairs with his fiance.

"We haven't found your dog, but we do have more of an insight into who this guy is. Based on the pictures he's provided us, it's clear he's trying to mirror you, Ryan. He's even got the same haircut as you. He's trying to replicate what Keri's attracted to."

"When he starts feeling good about himself, he's gonna find the courage he needs to actually meet her."

"What does this have to do with our dog?"

"Taking the dog might not seem like much to you, but it tells us that he's desperately trying to feel close to her. He was bold enough to break into her backyard. Add that to his proven determination and we've got ourselves a serious escalation here. By putting the fliers up this morning, we might actually get him to call you."

"Why would he do that?" Ryan asks.

"He wants to prove how much he cares, or he won't call if he's jealous of how much attention the dog is getting. If he really believes that he's ready to eliminate all of his competition, Ryan could be next."

"Do you think he's got the guts for a confrontation?"

"He moved here and took Brodie. He's not going to let anything get in his way," JJ answers.

"He cares about Keri. Maybe he won't hurt her. He hasn't yet."

"He doesn't want to, but if he feels like he's gonna lose her, then he will," you sigh.

"Lose her?"

"He's been rejected his entire life. To escape, he built a vivid fantasy world in which someone accepted him. Worst-case scenario, he gets you alone. In this case, it would be important for you to play along with his delusions. I stress that very much here."

"You mean to tell him I love him?" Keri shudders.

"Within reason, do what he wants until you can get to safety. By gaining his trust, he'll let his guard down, and that's when you can make your move."

"Do you think it could come to that?" Ryan asks worriedly.

"Not if we can help it. We're gonna have to comb through your life ever since he's been a part of it."

"Haven't we already done that?" Keri sighs.

"We're talking about each and every moment for the last two years. The answer could be in the smallest detail."

"Okay. Please, come sit," Keri says, inviting you to the couch in the living room. JJ follows her inside, but you need Penelope to dig up what she can so there are no surprises when you talk to her.

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[tea-with-evan-and-me]

So… some ✨ inch resting people ✨ follow Emma on Instagram. Niecy Nash for example 👀 Lily Rose Depp. The fucking ACLU. Florence Pugh. Kinda trashy. I understand the whole “networking” part of the industry but like…. she is literally bottom-of-the-barrel. Why would you want to network with some lukewarm nepo baby actress? Isn’t her DV arrest commonly known? Or did her PR team work harder than Satan? Rich White women will literally skin a baby alive and people will be like “but she didn’t mean it uwu”. I hate Chris Brown for obvious reasons but next time he wants to roast Emma I am begging him to go harder.

i feel confident saying that the vast majority of people who know of emma don't know about the DV arrest at this point. unless you were involved in fandom, or keeping up with celebrity gossip, where the story was hot news.. it fizzled out super quick. because we didn't get a mugshot, a police report, or really anything beyond the generic PR statement and photos of emma crying in evan's arms.. it's mostly lost to time. evan has never spoken about it, emma hasn't either, so the story lost it's legs past the initial interest. now there's this strange dichotomy between emma the gif queen of bitchy characters, with a bad reputation as a spoiled and chaotic nepo baby (because there were plenty of gossip site appearances earlier in her career for drug use, public intoxication and terrible behavior towards people) and the new ''regularly cast in unimpactful romcoms'' emma who is a mom with a carefully curated instagram feed and sponsored posts - very influencer-esque. as you said, these are the perks of being a rich white woman with a famous last name.

i despise chris brown (sadly after being a huuuge fan as a teenager) but if he's not going to go away forever, the least he can do is be loudly right about something, which is that there is a clear double standard and it should be spoken about. the only difference between chris and emma is that chris has gotten caught multiple times and emma was not, because she is cushioned by a society that will never let her fall the way chris brown rightfully did. and if anyone wants to argue about how chris has gone on to lean into being a violent menace and it's not comparable, all i can say is that some of us remember the public apology tour chris brown had to go on after he beat rihanna. which was the least he could do, but something emma never has or will have to do despite the fact she is guilty of the same offense. chris brown basically had to pivot from being a crossover artist with major pop radio play, who was touted as the next michael jackson by critics, to doing whatever the hell he's doing now because the white general public by large doesn't fuck with him anymore. but some of the same people who would scream at you to delete chris brown's songs from your spotify playlist would get on twitter with their tiny violin to sob about how wrong it is for people attack poor liddle emma roberts for her DV arrest when she was CLEARLY also a victim. these sad, would-be social justice warriors going to bat for her will never realize she would bloody and bite their lowly peasant asses if they didn't let her cut the starbucks line if she could get away with it lmfao

also, to people who want to say we should all mind our business because evan stayed with emma, rihanna went back to chris brown multiple times and she even made little digs at his next girlfriend, karrueche... who he would later stalk and abuse just like he did her.

[sweetmusingss]

I smile happily at Renee, taking her hands in mine as I looked at her. “Well, I am so happy to aid in some way to the two of you expanding your family,” I giggle softly. I never thought it was too much detail at all. I adored Renee and we had become fast friends. “Thank you so much for trusting to have Alexandra here. I was nervous about day care as well at first but I made sure to hire the most qualified but also friendly teachers who will make the children feel comfortable,” I say honestly to her. “I didn’t want to force Noah into anything even though this is my business but now he’s going to want to be involved in anything Alexandra does,” I giggle softly. The two of them were attached at the hip and it was the sweetest thing to me. Just thinking about it and hearing what Renee said had me wondering if I would ever have another baby… a baby with you. I honestly hadn’t given it too much thought and I was not rushing into anything but the idea of experiencing that with you in the future made me excited. “It means so much to have both of your support throughout all of this. My boyfriend is grumpy but he has the loveliest friends,” I giggle softly, obviously teasing you.

Chris wrapped his arms around his wife from behind after she and your girlfriend were done embracing. He booped Alexandra’s nose, resting his chin on the top of Renee’s head. “I am not a sap, you know. If I am, it is only because you made me one,” he says even though that was not necessarily the truth. He was definitely a sap since before the two of them even started dating. He had definitely made her watch many Disney movies with him and he was the one who would always cry first. “And as for you, I distinctly remember you having a few too many beers a few weeks ago and wanting to give me details I never asked for either. ‘Oh, Katie smells so damn sweet. And you know what else?’ So don’t give me any of that,” he smirks at you, pointing his finger at you.

I giggle softly, blushing as I heard what Chris said and leaning into you. “You gush about me when you’re drunk? That’s so cute, baby.”

“Why does everyone call me grumpy all the time? I’m not that grumpy. Is that like my thing? Being the grumpy one?” He gasps when Chris and Renee immediately answer ‘yes’, shaking his head and rolling his eyes playfully. “I don’t think their that lovely anymore.” Seb smirks, taking a sip of his beer, watching as Chris hugs his wife. He always looked at Chris and Renee as some sort of marriage inspiration, finding their relationship to be so sweet and filled to the brim with love and borderline obsession. He never believed that someone could be that obsessed and in love with someone else, thinking they had to be exaggerating and that behind closed doors they were just two normal people who were happy with one another, but after meeting you, he totally understood and he was a believer. He looked at you the same way Chris looked at his wife, like she created the universe, and Seb felt the same exact way about you. Seb was knocked out of his thoughts by Chris’ teasing, his eyes widening as Chris mentions that he gushed. “Oh my god, last time I ever come to you in confidence, Evans. Seriously?!” Seb did find himself talking about you a lot when he was sober, but especially when he was drunk, all the little things he loved about you came out. “Please, at least I only mentioned how good she smelled! Renee told me a lot about conceiving Alexandra, okay? I know way too many personal details about you, dude. It was basically sex ed class but about Chris Evans.” 

Renee smirked, shrugging. “There’s just something so sexy about a man being able to get you pregnant. If I wasn’t already obsessively head over heels in love with him before that night, I certainly was after that. I was just begging for him to give me a baby, over and over again, and the headboard was just slamming against the wall and the only sounds were us both moaning and panting and his coc--”

“Okay, Renee, there are children here!” Seb makes a scene of covering Noah’s ears, shaking his head at you. “Jeez, we can’t go anywhere with you. Either of you.” Seb looked down at you, hoping that you weren’t totally turned off by his weird friends and what they chose to talk about. “I’m sorry I introduced you to these two. Should’ve just pretended Don was my only friend, at least he’s relatively normal... in comparison.” 

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Emma stared back at you with a dark and lustful gaze, not even thinking about how her place was a little messy and disorganized like her. She bit hard into her lower lip, swallowing hard. “I didn’t ask you if you wanted to come here to show you a grand tour, Renee.. I mean, I can show you around if you want but there’s only one place I really want to take you,” she said, knowing that you would know exactly what she meant. She was about to cross a line with you that the two of you could not come back from. She was not even thinking about it much herself. She was giving in to what her body so desperately desired. She wanted you and she wanted to feel close to someone who made her feel wanted, even if only for a moment. There was something so hot about the fact that you went on a date with Regina today but yet, you went home with Emma instead. She would not do anything that made you uncomfortable and she was trying to give you an out if you wanted it but she really hoped that you didn’t. She reached out and tucked some of your hair behind your ear, again staring at your lips for longer than was necessary. “What do you think?,” she asked you, her voice a little breathier than usual.

My stomach dropped in the most delicious way as she said she only wanted to show me one room, knowing she meant her bedroom and I was so happy that we were on the same page. I look up at her as she tucks some hair behind my ear, shivering a bit at her touch since it just felt so good and I had been craving it for days. I take a step closer to her, our bodies nearly pressed together with how close we were. I reach up and cup the back of her neck gently before pulling her down and kissing her. This was the first time that I was the one making the first move and I felt in that moment Emma needed that validation that I was all in for whatever happened tonight. I wasn’t even thinking about Regina or my date anymore, my only thought being on Emma and how fucking good her lips felt against mine. I moan into the kiss as I deepen it slightly, already so turned on and desperate for her, waiting for her to take control like she always did as I grip the back of her neck harder.

[mythmagicetc]

yes !! i also want to compare this to how buck approaches relationships (because i have to add more string to the "evan buckley's neuroses" conspiracy board in my brain). he gets attached to people who don't really know him, maybe don't even like him, and suddenly it doesn't matter if buck knows or likes them, too. he just needs to convince them to like him, because he thinks he will always have to convince people, and he has to prove that he's capable of it. so he ends up in relationships with people who aren't right for him, bending himself into shapes for someone he doesn't even love.

in contrast, i could get into the layers of security and insecurity in buck's relationship with eddie, but i think the only important point is "this is eddie's house, i'm not really a guest." insane line, as we all know, but it's also just shockingly secure and confident coming from the guy who was living in his invisible girlfriend's house not long before. buck doesn't have to beg eddie to love him to prove he's worthy of love, and he doesn't have to become captain to prove he's worthy of respect. it would (will?) be so lovely to see buck figure out what he actually wants is not the same as what he's afraid of people thinking he doesn't deserve.

re: your tags the way buck is the only one (1) member of the 118 who Canonically starts floundering the second bobby's out of sight... by his own admission too.... doesn't have hen's/chim's tenure nor hen's sturdiness nor eddie's firm competence... and yet they're probably gonna end his arc on the show on the note of him becoming/set to become a captain 😭 even though he's got SO much work to do there 😭 the world is an unfair place.....

i knowwww it’s honestly really disappointing to think about bc i feel it only makes sense from a rather shallow reading of him! like yes he’s very obviously expressed that he wanted to be chosen and the fact that they made it such a Point about it being that bobby deemed him ready yet for just feels like a clear setup for him becoming captain to come across as Growth and a natural conclusion for his character, but like hima’s post and the added tags pointed out - it feels much like it wasn’t so much about being captain itself that upset buck, but that he wasn’t a consideration. bobby’s opinion is one he values so highly and for him to believe that bobby doesn’t think he’s worthy would of course cause him to want to prove himself all the more. but i don’t feel like the answer to that is ‘buck needs to prove he is good enough’ but more ‘buck needs to learn his inherent value beyond what others think of him’ and i feel like in doing that, he’d realize captaincy is not really where his heart or skillset actually lie

in contrast, i think the fact that eddie was completely unfazed about not being considered and even rationalized it with the fact that he’d only just returned to the 118, demonstrates that he has the ability to take emotions out of the equation and think practically that would fit the role really well!! but i fear we’ll just have to dream of this world :(

[satellite-evans]

Kisses

Pairing : husband!Chris Evans x Wife!Reader

Summary : Your baby girl wants to prank his daddy by kissing you.

Word count : 1.221 words

Warnings : FLUFFFF

A/N : hey gorgeous people! I'm back with another story, hope y'all love it!!

English is not my first language, so I apologize if I made any grammar mistakes. Feedback and requests are always welcome. <3

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It was noisy in the Boston home you and Chris shared. Your daughter running after dodger and making a mess in the house while you ran after her to protect her from any fall or harm that the running could cause. She was very fast for a 2.5 year old. And also very smart. She could use 180 words ( yes, you've counted them) and was already putting together three-word sentences. She was the most precious thing ever. She was basically a copy of you. Her eyes were just as dark and romantic and her hair was just as dark brown as yours. Only her nose was just like her daddy’s.

Gosh she loved Chris. Ever since she was born the two of them were inseparable. She would sleep better if it she slept with Chris. She would eat better if Chris was the one who fed her. And shocker, her first word was 'dada'. They loved doing everything together.

So every time Chris left her for shooting, she was mad. She starts yelling at her father and crying and begging him not to go. It broke Chris' heart every time , but he had no choice. Your daughter Aria and you always stayed at home patiently waiting for him to come to you guys. And he always did with a present for his favorite girls.

That's why Aria was so energetic today. When she heard that Chris was coming home, she started jumping on the bed like a little monkey where you caught her when she almost fell. Then she started running downstairs to get ready where she almost tripped. She found dodger laying there and decided to wake the dog up and ran after it.

That's how you found yourself in this situation, running after a 2.5 year old that was running after a dog.

"Aria Evans, can you please stop chasing dodger!" She just kept laughing and screaming until you caught her and put her on your hip.

"What's up with you young lady, where is all this energy coming from? It's not even noon yet and mama is already tired." You asked her while putting her hair out of her face. She just kept smiling and hugged you with her little hands.

" Dada come today! Moma me excited!" Your heart melted instantly when she said that. She was so in love in Chris.

"I know baby, I'm excited too. But you have to calm down mamas, you have to keep your energy for dada so you can play together okay?"

She just nodded her head. "Otay mama."

"Come now, it's time for breakfast." You walked to the kitchen to get her food ready. Chris and you were very strict on her diet and tried to give her as much as healthy food as you could. Her breakfast looked like this :

½ cup nonfat or low- fat milk.

½ cup iron- fortified cereal or 1 egg.

1⁄3 cup fruit

½ slice whole wheat toast.

½ teaspoon margarine or butter or 1 teaspoon jelly.

And she ate everything like the good girl she was. After breakfast, you cleaned the kitchen and brushed Aria’s hair. She picked her own outfit for the day and her shoes.

"Look mama! I am beautiful!"

Your heart swelled with love when you saw that your babygirl was a big girl now. She was confident and loved giving herself compliments.

"Yes you are honey, the most beautiful girl I have ever seen!"

Just when the two of you were about to sit on the couch the door opened, revealing your husband. Dodger ran towards him and attacked him with licks and kisses.

"Hey bubba, yeah buddy I missed you too. Did you take care of our girls? Yeah you did, good boy." You also stood up, finally seeing your husband after 3 months and hugged him tightly.

"Hey baby, welcome home."

He started giving you kisses everywhere on your face and you did the same.

"God honey, I missed you so much." He said while smelling you scent. It felt so good holding him again.

"Where is Aria? I missed her like crazy.”

That was a good question. She normally runs to Chris every time he came home. When you looked back, you saw that she was still sitting on the couch watching tv, shocking Chris and you.

"Aria look Dada's home! Aren't you happy?" The too of you walked towards the couch and sat in front of her. She was still watching the TV not caring a thing in the world.

"Hey jellybean, look I'm home. Dada is home. Didn't you miss me?" You could sense that Chris was nervous, probably thinking that she forgot about him.

"Aria dada is home, remember you were so excited and even picked out your outfit for him, what's wrong baby?"

She looked at you when she heard your voice and gave your lips a big kiss.

"MUAH, mama. I love you." When you turned to look at Chris his mouth was open and looked very shocked at your daughter. You were very confused. Why was she acting like this?

"I knew it, she forgot about me. Dammnit! My own daughter forgot about me." You quickly calmed him by putting your hand on his chest.

"Calm down Chris. She didn't forget you, she was crazy in the morning when she heard that you were coming. Maybe she is in shock or something."

When you turned back to your daugher, she gave you another kiss on the lips, this time a little longer.

"MUUUAH, I love you mama. Mama is mine." Was she jealous of you and Chris? Or did she genuinely forgot about him? You couldn't really tell.

She kept giving you kisses until Chris had enough of the picture in front him. He stood up and was about to leave, until he heard Aria’s voice.

"Surpise Daddy! I joke youuu!" She ran to her father and Chris catched her and hugged tightly.

"Omg Aria you pranked Daddy! Dada was very scared that you forgot about him!" You saw the relief in Chris' face when he started giving Aria kisses just like what he did to you a couple of minutes ago. She started laughing and it was the best sound ever.

"I remember you. Always. I love you dada." Chris' and yours heart melted and you saw a teardrop falling from his eye.

"I love you so much Jellybean, you don't even know. You got dada good, I'm gonna tell your Uncle Scott about this. Looks like there is a new prankster in the Evans family."

You walked to them and Chris embraced you too. The three of you stood there in the living room. Not talking, only hugging one another.

" I love you Girls."

"And we love you daddy. Come, you're probably hungry. I can make you something."

Chris stopped you from leaving by hugging you even tighter.

"Nah, eating can wait. I want to hold my girls a little longer."

You just nodded and looked at Aria. You give her a kiss on her lips and then a kiss on Chris' lips.

You loved your family so much. It was full of love, hugs and of course kisses.

[k-evans-reads]

In Living Color

Chapter 6

Summary: When Natalie Marton, lead character designer for Buzz Lightyear, meets the voice of Buzz, Chris Evans, the sparks are undeniable. But when their work pushes them away from each other, both physically and emotionally, will the sheer differences between their worlds be enough to force them apart?

Pairing: Chris Evans x Pixar Animator OFC Natalie Marton

Word Count: 3,969

By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

We do NOT give permission for our works to be reuploaded, translated, or reposted on any other site. Our work is our own.

Warnings: None.

Previous | Main Masterlist | In Living Color Masterlist

May 2021

Chris woke with a start, groaning as he rolled onto his back. A hand made its way to rub at his eyes tiredly as he slowly got his brain moving, but soon he realized the culprit of his awakening… the dog huffing quietly at his bedside, slight whines beginning to escape him as he looked at his owner. 

He reached over, patting Dodger’s head to placate him for a moment while Chris stretched out his arms and tried to fully wake up. It took his brain a minute to come out of the foggy haze it was in but got a shock back to reality when he glanced over to see a small frame curled up underneath the white sheets next to him. 

Careful to not disturb her and all too aware of Dodger’s demands, he slipped out of the bed quietly, pulling a pair of sweatpants up onto his hips before he led Dodger out of the room and down the hall. Once he made it to the wide glass doors on the back wall of the house, he quickly disabled the house alarm, unlocked the door, and stepped aside as the dog rushed out of the house and into the yard. 

Chris took the chance to step outside after Dodger, relieved to see that everything had been cleaned up from the night before, but as he sat down on one of the outdoor couches, he couldn’t help but realize that it was only last night when he had been sitting in this exact same spot with his arm around Nat, feeling like things were going exactly where he wanted them to. There was nothing about the way she acted that showed him that she wasn’t interested, and even when she had said she was going to leave after the party, he had just figured it was because she didn’t want to assume anything. But all of that changed once he had gotten out of the shower last night. 

Chris knew that ever since he first met Nat, he knew he was interested but he was happy to let it happen and not rush into something. Everything in his brain kept telling him that it all felt right, that things were going well and starting off in a healthy and natural way for probably the first time in his life. But when he had come out of the bathroom last night and found Nat with her bag in hand, ready to rush out, he saw just how wrong he’d been. It became obvious that she was into him, but not for a relationship… not in the way he felt about her. And that hurt. 

He probably should have just let her go last night, he shouldn’t have given her an excuse to stay. It only was going to make it harder this morning and he knew it, but he just couldn’t seem to let her go that easily. As Chris sat there, just watching Dodger trot around the backyard and get his energy out, he realized that he couldn’t blame her. Nat wasn’t some desperate social climber or a clingy girl begging for a relationship, she was a confident, successful and extremely talented woman. She didn’t need him and he knew that she was smart enough to know all the garbage that came with him from the fame to the long stretches away for work, especially the one getting closer with every passing second. Chris knew that she was probably better off without him, and that almost hurt more than anything, but what hurt the most was knowing he likely fucked up their entire friendship last night. 

Just that thought alone at not even seven in the morning was enough to need a cup of coffee, and a strong one. Chris pushed himself off of the lounge chair and headed back inside with Dodger right on his heels. He closed the sliding glass door behind him before going over to press the button on the machine and slid a mug underneath it, leaning his hip against the counter while he impatiently waited for the hot coffee to fill it up and hopefully help to start clearing his brain. 

Chris just stayed in the quiet kitchen, taking a few sips at the liquid as his body began waking up, but even still, he couldn’t seem to figure out what he was going to do when he wasn’t the only one awake in the house. Sneaking another glance at the clock, he then looked around, his brows furrowing as he couldn’t find Dodger. His dog bed near the couches was unoccupied, he couldn’t hear his nails on the wooden floors, or the jingling of his collar as he moved. But what he could see was the door to his room across the home and down the hallway, opened and low murmurs coming from inside the room. 

He quietly made his way down the hall, peeking in the bedroom to find Nat propped up in bed with Dodger on her lap while she scratched the happy pup, his tail wagging wildly. The sight couldn’t help but make him smile for a moment, before seeing the sight of Nat’s smeared makeup and impossibly frizzy curls, reminding him of just how much he’d ruined by doing that last night. 

He shifted in the doorway, making enough noise so that he wouldn’t surprise Nat when he quietly said, “Sorry he woke you.” 

Nat hummed, then laughed as Dodger licked her hand happily, and told Chris, “It’s not so bad waking up to this cute face.” 

An awkward silence fell between them, neither knowing what to say and Chris purposely took a sip at his coffee to buy him a moment to think up what to say, but Nat beat him to it when she asked, “What time is your flight?” 

“Scott’s coming by to pick me up in about forty-five minutes,” he answered, just as he swiped on his phone and opened Scott’s latest text message notification.

“Okay,” Nat nodded, gently moving Dodger off of her lap and onto the plush mattress. “I’ll just go get changed then.” 

He watched as she slipped out from underneath the bedding, grabbed her bag, and moved towards the still-open bathroom door. “Feel free to take a shower or use whatever you need,” he offered tentatively, knowing he had to have some spare toiletries on a shelf somewhere in there. 

But Nat shook her head, barely glancing over her shoulder at him as she insisted, “It’s okay, I’ll just be a minute and then I’ll be out of your way.” 

“Nat…” 

But she either didn’t hear his soft tone, or she chose to ignore it, just hurrying into the bathroom with her bag and closing the door behind her. Suddenly, Chris’ head felt as if it was pounding and he sat on the edge of the bed for a long moment, just listening to the quiet noises from inside the bathroom. He hated just how badly he had screwed this up but he also hated that he didn’t even know exactly where. He didn’t know what he had done wrong, which is why the only conclusion he could come to was that she simply just didn’t want him. 

Needing to distract himself, he got up and dug through his closet, finding a tee shirt to pull over his shoulders before he grabbed out the black backpack from a top shelf and started sticking in a few of the smaller things like his wallet and sweatshirt inside. But he quickly found out that Nat wasn’t kidding when she said she would only be a minute and emerged from the bathroom looking much different than just a moment ago. The smeared makeup had been washed free, her skin clear and bare. The messy curls were wrangled up into a bun on top of her head and the jeans and white button up she had arrived in yesterday were back on her body, wrinkled and a couple buttons mismatched to the correct hole, showing just how fast she had gotten it on and was trying to get out of there. But the worst part for Chris was seeing just how vulnerable she looked, her eyes avoiding getting anywhere near him. 

The defeated, scared look in her eyes was something he never thought he’d ever see in Nat, and while he felt completely fucking scared himself, while also responsible, he knew he couldn’t leave on this note, he couldn’t get on that plane without at least trying to fix this. And as Nat shifted her tote bag onto her shoulder, clearly headed to go out the door, Chris interrupted and asked, “Can we talk for a minute before you go?” 

But Nat swallowed before she shook her head, but she stopped walking. “Don’t feel like you have to, Chris,” she told him dismissively. “I get it.” 

“I don’t know that you do,” he tried, shifting a hand to rub his face as he tried to gather his thoughts as cohesively as he could. He didn’t want to be impulsive, because that was what got them here anyways, but he was scared shitless that this, this… impasse would be the end of them. “Because I think if you got how I was feeling, you wouldn’t be in such a hurry to leave right now… or at least I hope you wouldn’t.” 

“Don’t…” 

“Don’t what?” 

“Please don’t do this to me Chris,” he could hear the raw emotion in her voice and even with her head hanging, he could see the tears silently spilling out of her eyes, her voice barely audible as she choked out, “I’d rather just go.” 

Chris sighed, wanting to do nothing more than comfort her. But by the way her arms wrapped around herself, he could tell anything he tried to do would be unwelcome, and he settled on saying, “Look, Nat, I’m not going to stop you from leaving, but I want you to know how much I care about you before you go.” 

“Please don’t say things that you don’t mean,” she nearly begged. And when she finally lifted up those weepy eyes of hers to meet his, Chris saw that she wasn’t scolding him or saying it in a flippant way, she truly meant it. Nat just couldn’t handle hearing him say things that she believed to be untrue, and he saw how much it hurt her to hear it. But he knew… or at least he hoped, that all of that would be taken away if she knew that he was saying exactly what he meant. 

“Nattie… I’m crazy about you,” he breathed out, shaking his head slowly before he huffed out a slight laugh and looked down at his feet. “I get it if you don’t feel the same way about me, but I just want you to know that.” 

His head was still hanging down, staring at the floor until he saw a pile of curls beneath his vision before Nat wrapped her arms around his waist and in that instant, every bit of anxiety in his body seemed to slide away. Immediately he wrapped his arms around her frame, pulling her in tight against him and resting his cheek on the edge of her forehead, needing every point of contact he could. He could feel Nat’s body trembling in his embrace while she buried her face in his chest and cried, letting out the emotions she obviously was trying so hard to keep at bay. 

Nothing was said while they just clung to each other, Chris’ hands rubbing up and down her back while Nat just cried, her hand coming up to hold onto his shoulder but then quickly moved back down so she could use the edge of her sleeve to wipe at her weepy eyes. The action only made him pull her tighter against his chest, closing his eyes while he just took in every bit of having her close to him, needing nothing more than that in this moment. 

The quietness of the room allowed him to hear the vulnerable voice whisper, “I thought you didn’t want me.” 

“Nattie,” he murmured, wanting to almost laugh at her words. With a kiss pressed to her wild hair as he stepped back, his hand gently guiding her chin up so her eyes could meet his as he told her, without a doubt in the world, “There’s nothing I want more than you.” 

But his words only resulted in more tears spilling out of her eyes, so many emotions running through them before she laughed softly through her tears, a genuine smile showing up as she chuckled, “Why do you have to go?” 

“Trust me, I’m thinking of just about every reason there is right now to be able to stay,” he admitted, his thumbs moving to gently wipe a few stray tears before he glanced at his alarm clock from over his shoulder, frowning as he saw the time. 

“You have to go soon, don’t you?” Nat whispered, her eyes on Chris as he turned his head away from the time and back to look at her.

He frowned, his shoulders slouching and nodding. “Yeah, Scott’s going to be here soon,” he told her, all too aware of the suitcases waiting for him in his closet, packed and ready to go for their flights – first to drop Dodger off with his mother in Massachusetts, then to head to France for the European portion of filming. 

Nat nodded, sniffling one last time before she – with a slight chuckle – mentioned, “I should probably head out. I don’t need Scott seeing me looking like this.” 

The corners of his lips twitched as he listened to her words, but he couldn’t help himself and he dropped a hand to cup her hip, his voice low as he said, “I think it’s pretty cute.” 

He watched as she nodded, visually hesitating before she placed her hand over his and squeezed it, and just as quickly as she did so, she dropped it and moved away. Her eyes were scanning the floor, likely for her sandals, as Dodger’s tail thumped against the bed. Chris met the dog’s eyes, raising an eyebrow at him and huffing a laugh as Dodger tried to lick him, but soon his attention turned back to Nat as she located her shoes. 

With a nod of his head to the door, he followed Nat into the hall and towards the front door. He stood awkwardly, unsure what to do, as she slipped her shoes onto her feet, but when she stood up straight he gave her a timid smile. “I’ll call you when I get back to my house tonight,” he told her, knowing he’d have time…. And would love nothing more than to call her tonight. He knew he’d be roped into playing with his niece and nephews later, but once he got back to his place alone, the first and only thing on his mind would be Nat. 

Nat bit her lower lip, excited by the offer as she replied, “I’d like that.” 

“Me too,” he agreed, unable to stop the smile on his face as she stepped closer to him, practically chest to chest as he looked down into her blue eyes and her own smiling face. 

The hesitation he saw in Nat just moments earlier seemed to be gone as she reached out and rested her hands on his broad shoulders, giving him such a soft and inviting smile that he couldn’t help but lean down and do what he had been longing to this entire morning and press his lips to hers. For a split second he wondered how it would be received, his brain causing doubt and making him think maybe it wasn’t the right move, but when Nat pressed her body into his and kissed him back passionately, he knew it wasn’t. 

And despite how hard it was to pull away, it was even harder to watch Nat leave. Chris stood on his front porch, able to just barely see over the front gate enough to watch Nat pull her car into the road and head home. A bark from Dodger snapped him out of his haze, and with Scott’s arrival imminent, Chris rushed back inside to finish getting everything together. 

He didn’t stop thinking of Nat the entire day, not for nearly a moment. And despite how slowly the day had passed, he did have to admit he enjoyed the afternoon back home with his family. He couldn’t help but soak it in, knowing he wouldn’t be back here until the middle of the miserable summer, and while he looked forward to it, to getting back here and seeing Dodger, his Ma, and everyone again… he couldn’t wait to go back to California for another reason, maybe an even bigger one.

And that reason had him rushing in the door when he got home, yelling a goodnight to Scott before his bedroom door shut behind himself and Dodger. With a quick glance to take in the room he’d missed so much since going back to Los Angeles for the spring, Chris dug his phone out of his sweatpants pocket and dialed Nat’s number. Luckily, his impatience was reciprocated when Nat instantly answered his calls, a loud beeping in the background on her end. “Hey Nattie,” he greeted, unable to stop the yawn that escaped him. Between the party last night, the afterparty, and the early wake up, not to mention the heavy emotions that it brought as well, he was close to exhausted already. 

“Hi,” she greeted, her voice happy but distracted as the beeping continued. “Are you home?” 

“Yeah, Scott and I just walked in the door,” he yawned again, heading into his closet and placing the phone on speaker as he pulled off his travel clothes. He smirked suddenly, turning his head to look at the dark phone from where it sat on a shelf. “And guess what? Even though I haven’t been here in months, I didn’t lock myself out.” 

The beeping stopped as Nat smacked something, right before she gasped, retorting, “Excuse me, I didn’t lock myself out, I locked myself in, there’s a difference.” 

Chris picked his phone back up, leaving it on speaker as he headed to brush his teeth. “You’re right. One happens to people and the other only happens to you,” he amended while he reached for his toothpaste.

“If I would have known that you were just going to call me to make fun of me, I would have told you no this morning,” Nat groaned, causing Chris to smirk around his toothbrush. “I honestly should’ve said no because you’re gone for three months.” 

“Two!” 

“Same thing,” she told him, likely waving a hand in the air. He heard a muffled curse word come out of her mouth, but at the sound of something sizzling, he realized she was cooking dinner.

Once he finished brushing his teeth, he couldn’t help but tell her, “Actually it’s not, there’s thirty days difference.” 

“Still the same basically,” Nat insisted.

“It’s a good thing you got into art and not math.” 

“Bottom line is you’re going to be gone a long time and honestly?” Nat paused, the beeping returning during her absence. “I’m not a fan.” 

Chris headed back down the short hallway, past his closet and into the main area of his bedroom. As he laid on his bed with a sigh, he assured her, “That makes two of us.” 

Nat was quiet after his words, and Chris’ eyes slipped shut as he listened to her banging on the other end of the call. But soon they flew open as she cursed again, just as timers went off. As he lay there struggling to imagine just how chaotic things were in his kitchen, he found himself wishing he was sitting there watching her, wanting to be with her as she likely attempted to burn down her apartment building. “The one good thing is that at least when you come back you won’t have that hideous mustache,” she mentioned, interrupting his thoughts. 

Chris scoffed, smirking to himself and telling her, “Well, the only times you’ve ever kissed me was when I had this trash ‘stache, so I’m kind of thinking you maybe have a thing for it.” 

“I wanted to kiss you when you had the beard, excuse you,” she instantly told him, laughing along with Chris at her words. 

“Don’t worry, it’ll be making a reappearance and you’ll get the chance,” he reassured her, but soon a smirk crossed his lips again and he added, “But you really didn’t seem to mind the mustache, especially when it was in between your legs last night.” 

The groan that came out of Nat was almost comical, enough that it got him close to laughter again, but her words stopped him. “That’s because I didn’t have to look at it,” she drily told him. 

But as the beeping intensified, just as something else sounded and carried through the call, Chris had to ask her, “Okay what the hell is happening at your place?” 

“I’m cooking… or attempting to at least. It doesn’t seem to be going great right now because someone keeps distracting me,” she muttered, moving away from the phone to handle the cooking.

“I wonder who that would be?” 

“Some Hollywood douchebag,” she called, a slight laugh bubbling out of her.

Chris hummed, a hand moving to scratch Dodger as he pawed at Chris’ arm. “Sounds like a dick,” he murmured. 

“I’m kind of into him though,” Nat informed him, Chris’ eyebrows raising at the simple words. She paused, taking a minute to think as he heard her dump something out, before her voice dropped and she picked up the phone again, telling him, “I realized that I didn’t say it this morning, but just for the record, I’m crazy about you too, Chris.” 

He smiled to himself as he listened to her, leaning his head back against the pillow while he looked up at the ceiling above him. “The profuse crying kind of gave it away,” he murmured back with a shrug to himself.

“Very funny.” 

“I’m just teasing, Nattie. I love how sensitive you are,” he whispered before he paused to yawn. “And I’m so happy that you feel the same way about me.” 

He listened to the sound of her breathing for a short moment before she whispered back, “I really do, Chris.” 

“I know the timing isn’t great, but I’m so glad that this happened,” Chris honestly told her, unable to stop the happiness from filling his voice. “I’m just sorry that we didn’t get more time together before I had to go.” 

Nat laughed, and the sound was the best thing in the world to him. “Yeah you honestly should have planned that better,” she agreed. 

“I would have liked to,” he admitted. He’d had a few moments over the past several weeks where he’d imagined what…. This would feel like after it happened, but in any of those daydreams, it wasn’t the night before he flew away for two months. “I’m hoping that when I get back from Europe, I can finally take you on a real date.” 

Nat held out on him, quiet for a long few moments before she sarcastically replied, “It’ll just depend on if you come back with that mustache or not.” 

Chris chuckled, rolling onto his side with another yawn. “I promise it’ll be gone before I enter the United States,” he assured her. 

Nat laughed, his heart pounding as she answered, “In that case, I’ll say yes.” 

Chris could feel the smile across his lips before confirming, “It’s a date, then.” 

“It’s a date.” 

A/N: We hope you enjoyed the holidays and they were everything you hoped to be! We've missed sharing these two idiots and can't wait to hear your reactions!

[paramcur]

he feels like he's been begging for someone to look at him for most of his life, people-pleasing and folding himself into accordion pleated fabric lines so everyone wouldn't pick up on the fact that he felt like something was fundamentally wrong with him. teddy's brother was the perfect corporate drone and took to the roisin group like a duck to water, mismanaging company funds and rubbing elbows with government officials. his influence was terrifying, all of his mistakes being met with a slap on the wrist both in the corporate world and his personal life -- in comparison teddy was just the spare heir that tried not to let a hair stray out of place. teddy has been mirroring behavior for as long as he could remember, thinking that as long as he was charming, witty, accomplished, and a plethora of other unrealistic infallible things, he would be loved. he would be accepted. but in his pursuit to be all of those things, teddy wore himself very close to the bone. then one day evan, with his dark and off-putting, inquisitive eyes looked at him. and he didn't stop looking. teddy was a charismatic liar, terrified of his true visage being caught on camera and evan was a loner, socially awkward but sincere and confident in what he had to offer. with all of this in mind, evan's quiet but steady reassurance makes him feel like all the breath has been stolen from his lungs -- but in a good way. he lets out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. teddy doesn't know how evan does it, doesn't know how they work despite being so different, but evan understands what he's trying to convey and always has the balm to put on teddy's wounds. there's a conflicted expression on teddy's face, a crease between furrowed brows as he leans in to press another kiss to the swell of evan's bottom lip. "i'm the same. you and i are the same, cut from the same cloth," he theorizes, pulling back slightly to look at evan with a dreamy gaze. "i had people, but nobody that mattered, nobody that was real. all you had to give was yourself and as corny as it sounds, that's what i needed. you're the most tangible and ethereal thing i've ever held," teddy confesses, letting out a flustered laugh at the irony. the arm around evan's waist pulls him closer, until they're chest to chest and he can hear evan's breathing in his ear. "there will be more memories like that. we'll have them all." on principle, teddy didn't like to make empty promises and something about having evan in his arms made him feel more confident than usual, fingers tightly wound around the hope and strength the other man gave him.

he's split down the middle, lips parting swift into the welcoming kiss -- except he's bothered by teddy's comment. there is little joy in circulating ache when everything's so wondrously sweet, when they're kissing and teddy's laugh is sputtered out all sincere and endearing. it rings like a bell, explodes loud and familiar. and he knows that the sentiment was murmured in regards to a goodness that evan supposedly has. it's complimentary, kind, romantic. but his head feels like it's steaming, and he tips away -- reluctant, still wanting. there is blunt worry in his expression, thick brows lifted in the center as he marinades in the -- assumably mutual -- and discomforting silence. "...sorry i -- you're. you're not a bad influence." he swallows the heat at the back of his throat, and squeezes reflexively on his existing grip. "what you said earlier," evan clarifies, "about being selfish and mean... you're not those things. and even if you -- had moments of it -- moments i've never seen! -- that's normal. sometimes those traits are good. and you're good. you're really good to me." they've exchanged plenty already -- feelings of yearning, saliva, intention -- but he blushes still, as teddy's face hovers distracting and close. there are not enough words in the dictionary, not enough love stories, not enough points of contact, not enough time -- to accurately express what evan feels at this very moment. he's full and yet growing, hot and yet perfectly warm, stuffed with colour and yet a steady pink, a cool blue, a calming green, a hopeful yellow. he inhales, breathes the short distance between them. "i didn't have anyone before. and then you came. and you -- gave me that. not just -- you, but like. but -- an entire world. memories to hold onto, experiences to miss, feelings to express -- associations to things that once meant -- little to me. the colour brown isn't just the colour brown, it's also -- your eyes. and your hair." he swallows again, increasingly embarrassed even when he babbles further. "you did that. you can't be -- bad. in any way. that's not -- possible. not to me."

[futurewriter2000]

Glimpse

A/N: Wanted to do something fast and I did. It's a bit sad but it was something I got inspired to do watching this one tik tok. Lol.

Pairing: James Potter x reader

xx

Watching the whole scene play out in front of your eyes was like karma served right. It put a malicious smile on your face to see the boy you had once loved so deeply get rejected as he had rejected you once ago.

He had pinned after the red head since you came into contact with him a long time ago but what you two had was something he can never have with anybody else.

You remember the first heartbroken day of your life. It was the day you saw them together, joking around... falling in love. It was as if somebody was pushing your two lungs together and you could barely breathe.

He passed you by with nothing more but a glimpse he found the effort to share but a glimpse was all you needed to get the rush of memories run its course in your brain.

*six months ago*

You fell behind as the two of you were walking in the Forbidden Forest. His flashlight blinded you each time he looked back to see if he hasn't lost you.

"Can you turn that thing off?" you grumbled as you walked after him.

"If I turn it off, (y/n), we won't see anything!" he grumbled back.

You hid behind a tree and didn't say a thing in return.

"(y/n)?" he looked around with his flashlight and took a deep sigh. "This is not funny. I swear, I will leave you alone in here." he kept moving the flashlight around but since you knew him too well, you knew exactly that he will leave you if you don't come out. So you ran out of the tree and threw yourself onto his back.

"UFF.!" he huffed and started smiling as you giggled on his back and jumped back down.

You turned him to face you and brought yourself closer to him. Your hands got up to his jaw and gently you rubbed your fingers across it. "And what is so bad with seeing nothing?"

He smirked as he pressed himself onto you and dropped the flashlight on the ground. "I don't think anything is bad with seeing nothing." he said before he kissed you...

*Now*

James. He walked in the Three Broomsticks with a beam on his face as he saw her cheeks burning from the cold. He wrapped his arm around her and squeezed her tightly against him but she only gave him a simper, barely half a smile before she moved away from his hold. His smile faded.

You started to realise the lost of interest on Lily Evans' face with every passing week and if you were honest with yourself it didn't make you any happier as it didn't make you sadder either. You only felt numb after so many months.

But it did make you a bit happy to find how revenge can be served without even trying.

The two of you shared so many things together but he never wanted you to be more than just a fling. You always felt less because of that.

He was honest... too honest sometimes.

"I'm just don't see you long term."

"I'm looking for that perfect girl."

"It's just something I do. I know how I am when I'm in love."

"I love our friendship."

"I do have to thank you because now I finally know what I want in my life."

Ouch.

Ouch.

Ouch.

Ouch.

Ouch...

From every passing week, you started to see every passing day how James Potter started to lose his confidence of how she treated him. Sometimes you could see them arguing, some days you heard rumours about their relationship being on rocks and then there was the heartbreak in his eyes. Every day you could see him begging for her love and that same day, you saw her reject him. No effort, no interest.

Your eyes met- a glimpse before he threw his glasses on the table and rubbed his eyes.

A movie replayed in his head- just like the one you had on your first heartbreak day. This memory was on his heartbreak day.

*three months ago*

It was fun shower the two of you had at his place over the holidays. You poured the water over your hair and then over his both smiling at each other.

"Did my makeup go off?" you smiled.

"No. I think it's pretty okay."

You rubbed your fingers against your eyes until there was blackness around them. "How about now?" you laughed and he laughed with you.

He didn't even answer. He just laughed because even with those black ink around your eyes, you still seemed to be so beautiful and God knows he wasn't the perfect Greek God himself but somehow, a beauty like you still chose him. He always wondered why you kept persisting on this secret relationship the two of you had. He wasn't special. He wasn't interesting. But you were. You were almost everything.

"Do you really have just two shampoos?" you eyed him.

"Yes. Am I supposed to have more than two?"

"What about conditioner?"

"What the hell is conditioner?"

You gasped in disbelief.

"Don't you gasp at me like that. There is one for hair and one for body and the hair shampoo even has caffeine in it." he grabbed the hair shampoo in his hands and showed it to you.

"Conditioner makes your hair soft and silky." you grabbed back the hair shampoo and poured it on the top of his head, then on yours as well.

"Well... it smells nice."

The two of you jumped out of the shower and went up to his room. It was just talking and messing around and it didn't take him long to be on top of you again but there was something different from all the times the two of you had been in this position.

He remembered looking into your eyes and found himself admiring you- admiring your beauty. And your hair wasn't silky but it had so much volume from his shampoo, he was almost jealous it doesn't work on his hair like it does on yours.

And your eyes and your perfectly shaped lips- but what makes him even more attracted to you was the way you always smell so good. Like vanilla but not vanilla. It wasn't vanilla but it was the closest scent that could describe it. That day it wasn't just sex for him- it was actually making love to you.

***

That glimpse seemed it took forever but he knew one thing.

He wanted to talk to you. He always talked to you when something was bothering him. You were his confidant, his best friend and his lover all in one and he couldn't find that in Lily. He found Lily just the object of his admiration. He really was in love with Lilly but how is it that he is supposed to be in love with her but he keeps thinking of you. He misses you.

But before he came to reality of it, you were already out of his sight and it wasn't until he and Lily had another massive fight right there, where everybody could hear that he stormed away from her... away from her and right into you.

You almost fell backward but you caught yourself right on time.

"Sorry." he mumbled, looking away... looking guilty.

You couldn't believe his pathetic face, not being able to look at you in the eyes. "Did somebody have another fight with his perfect little girlfriend again?"

"(y/n)." he warned.

"Did that hurt?" you asked, angry with him, angry with himself.

He shot his eyes at you, throwing daggers into your soul that seemed to have no affect at all. "Go to hell."

"Did. That. Hurt?" you asked again, slower this time. Your eyes softened, no matter the anger and resentment you held for this man. In the end, this was still the man you once loved.

He could see it- the walls you built up and he could feel it- the guilt he deserved to feel.

"Yes." he replied.

"Welcome to the last few months of my life." you replied before pushing past him and walking away.

But a few steps forward was a few steps to close because he grabbed your arm and pulled you back.

His eyes were pleading... pleading for something... pleading to bring down your walls.

"I miss you." he said in a whisper. "I miss us so badly." he couldn't keep it in. "The way we talked, the way we laughed, the way it was just... easy."

"No, James." you pulled yourself away. "It was easy for you but it was the hardest thing on the world for me to love you because you never put an ounce of energy into us. So guess what? I'm over it. I'm over us and I'm glad that you finally feel what I felt." you tore your arm away from him and walked away.

Forever, I guess.

[messers-moony]

Chaser at Heart | J.P

Paring: James Potter X Fem!Reader

Summary: Without realizing it James Potter has always been a Chaser regardless of his Quidditch position.

Everybody wondered where James Potter got his snitch that he played with. Rumors had been created, but only James and Y/n knew the real truth. The most common story was that James and his Marauders nicked it from a supply closet. The honest question was, why did James play with a snitch when he was a Chaser?

Y/n knew. James - even as a boy - had brilliant reflexes. They met in a field that was near both their houses. James went to the field to sit by the lake or even swim in the lake. Y/n climbed the trees and read books on the safety of the wooden bark. But one day, she wasn’t as lucky. Y/n fell from the branch she was sitting on, and James chased after her to catch her. 

Brilliant reflexes James had. At eight years old, he caught her and ran fast enough to do so. Y/n was waiting for impact, but she never felt it. Instead, two arms had been wrapped around her. One under her knees and one around her back. Instantly she was met with hazel eyes. 

They were beautiful. A gorgeous mix of green and brown. But it wasn’t mixed like paint - no - it was mixed like old and vinegar, separated but together. His hair was shaggy and a mess. It was a beautiful chocolate brown color to match the brown in his eyes. The grass could resemble the green in his eyes. Peonies represented the pink in his cheeks. 

The boy smiled, and Y/n smiled sheepishly back, “Afternoon.”

“Afternoon, sir.”

“Sir?” James repeated teasingly, “Do I look thirty?”

Y/n laughed, “Sorry. Force of habit.”

James set her on her own two feet, “Pureblood then too?”

“How did you know I was a witch?”

“Your scarf.”

She looked down to see the gold and maroon-colored scarf, “Oh. In that case, yes, I am a pureblood. You?”

“Me too.” James stated proudly, “Family of Gryffindors.”

“Me as well.”

James took her hand and kissed the back of it, “James Potter, at your service.”

Y/n blushed at his action, “Y/n L/n, at your service.”

From that point, Y/n and James became close friends. They’d switch between going to the lake or climbing trees. Thankfully their families knew each other, so becoming friends only brought them closer. In fact, Euphemia was so grateful to have Y/n’s mother closer now that their children were friends. Fleamont was delighted to be closer with Y/n’s father. 

Fleamont Potter delved in Potion making while his wife Euphemia worked at St. Mungo’s, helping wizards and witches all around London. Y/n’s father worked with magical creatures, and her mother worked with Euphemia. James and Y/n got extraordinarily lucky. They were together almost every day. 

Meeting at the age of eight gave them three years of being friends before going to Hogwarts. They were close by the age of eleven - really close. They stood side by side as they got on the Hogwarts Express and shared a compartment. James and Y/n talked animatedly until a knock at the container startled them. 

“Um- Hello, everywhere else is full. May I sit?” 

The boy had sandy hair and green eyes. Scars littered his body as far as the eye could see. He was rather tall for an eleven-year-old too, but he seemed nice enough. His voice had a thick welsh accent. It made his language a bit incoherent, but James and Y/n knew what he was trying to say. Nevertheless, James put on a bright smile. 

“Of course!”

He gave a nervous smile looking at Y/n, “Come on. We don’t bite. Although James gets pretty loud.” Y/n smiled.

The boy sat hesitantly beside Y/n, “I’m Remus, Remus Lupin.”

“Brilliant to meet you, Remus; I’m James Potter.”

“And I’m Y/n L/n.”

Another hour went by with James and Y/n starting to get to know Remus. They learned that he was a half-blood and that he thoroughly enjoyed books. Y/n and Remus bonded over that while James was listening aimlessly, just enjoying the sound of Y/n’s voice. But another knock interrupted the conversation. This time a more confident boy showed up. 

He was about the same height as James. He had dark brunet hair - darker than James’ - and blue-grey eyes. His smile was almost perfectly white and straight. His face structure was defined and chiseled. A cocky smiled grazed his features. 

“‘Ello!” He exclaimed, “I was wondering if I could sit here. I just got kicked out of every other compartment.”

Remus and Y/n shrugged; they looked at James, “Sure.” James replied, patting the seat beside him, “Come sit, uh….”

“Sirius, Sirius Black.” Sirius finished sitting beside James as both purebloods dropped their jaws. 

“Black? As in the Noble House of Black?” Y/n questioned, and Sirius nodded, “Indeed.”

James stuck out his hand, “James Potter.” Sirius shook his hand. 

“Y/n L/n.”

“You two are purebloods too. Gryffindor purebloods.” Sirius commented, “Yep!” They replied simultaneously. 

Sirius eyed the nervous-looking boy, “And you?”

“Rem- Remus Lupin.” 

The entire rest of the trip - seven hours - was spent talking—no more interruptions. Y/n, Remus, James, and Sirius all got to know each other. The four of them stayed together through everything until the sorting. They all stood near each other while Professor McGonagall began to call names. James was practically shaking in his boots. Y/n grasped his hand tightly. 

“You’ll be okay.” Y/n whispered, and James squeezed her hand thankfully, “Thanks, you too.”

Multiple names were called in alphabetical order of last name until finally B’s were beginning to get called, “Sirius Black!”

Y/n kissed his cheek, making Sirius blush profusely, “You’ll be fine.”

Sirius nodded as he pushed his way through the crowd of first years. Anybody in the wizarding world knew about the Noble House of Black. They were one of the most respected pureblood families. Most known for their line of Slytherins. Sirius Black sat on the stool and waited patiently as the hat spoke in his ear. His cousins watching eagerly from the Slytherin table. 

Silence cut through the crowd until, “GRYFFINDOR!”

The Great Hall was as quiet as a mouse. A Black in Gryffindor? The rival house to Slytherin, that was a no-go. James and Y/n exchanged nervous glances that said everything that needed to be - Sirius Black was going to be in big trouble. More names got called. Remus began to rock on his heels nervously. 

“Remus Lupin!”

Again, the process repeated itself. Remus took his seat on the stool, and the hat was placed upon his head, making its commented in the boy's ear. Remus’ hands wouldn’t stop moving, and it was making Y/n want to throw up. 

“GRYFFINDOR!”

The Gryffindor table yelled and cheered. Sirius Black upon them as a blissful smile placed itself upon Remus’ features. He stepped off the stood giving James and Y/n a grateful smile before sitting beside Sirius at the Gryffindor table. A red and gold tie was placed around his shoulders. His green eyes crinkled due to the cheerful smile on his lips. 

Attendance seemed to be going slower - or so that’s how it felt - because of how close they were approached the P’s. James’ grip on Y/n’s hand began to get tighter, and his hand began to feel clammy. Y/n didn’t mind. 

“James Potter!”

“Oh, Merlin…” James muttered before squeezing Y/n’s hand one more time. 

Before stepping on the stool, he looked back at Y/n, who gave him a reassuring smile. James Potter sat upon the seat, and once again, the hat was placed above his hair. Within seconds the hat seemed to have made its decision. 

“GRYFFINDOR!”

Y/n screamed loudly for him along with the Gryffindor table. James’ hazel eyes met her e/c ones, and he winked. The boy took his spot across from Sirius and watched eagerly at his best friend waiting to be sorted. Sirius snapped his fingers in James' face to get his attention. 

“How’d you meet?” Sirius inquired, “Mm?”

“How did you meet her?” 

“Oh, she fell out of a tree, and I caught her.” James replied distantly, still looking at his best friend left alone in the smaller crowd. 

“She’s nice.”

James nodded at Remus’ comment, “Definitely. She’s brilliant.”

Finally, they got to her last name. James was on his tipping point, and Sirius smiled reassuringly - like she had when he began to sit on the stood, “She’ll be fine. You know that.”

“I do, but still.”

Y/n couldn’t fathom her excitement yet nervousness. She was a walking contradiction. Carefully, not to step on her robes while her legs felt like jelly, she moved through the relatively small crowd. Only about ten kids remained now. Y/n sat on the stool and made direct eye contact with James, who threw her the most reassuring look possible. 

“Curious, very curious.” The hat spoke in her ear, “Loyal, hardworking yet courageous and stupidly brave.”

Y/n almost snickered, “What a brilliant Hufflepuff you’d make.”

“Please, Gryffindor. Please, Gryffindor.” 

“Gryffindor? Are you sure?” The hat queried, “Please.” Y/n begged. 

If the sorting hat could’ve shrugged, he would’ve, “If that’s what you think.”

“GRYFFINDOR!”

James stumbled from the Gryffindor table as Y/n got off the stool with the same smile Remus had. The blissful, relaxed, and cheery smile. On his way out from the table, he almost fell, but he chased his way to her until Y/n was wrapped in his arms. Y/n placed her nose in the crook of his neck while James’ face was buried in her hair. They pulled away, and James led her to sit beside him. 

“Told you she’d be fine.” Sirius remarked, “I worry.” James retorted with a smile. 

Y/n fiend offense, “You were worried! Where’d you think I’d go? Slytherin?”

“Absolutely not!” James exclaimed, “Jus’ didn’t want to be separated from you.”

She nudged his shoulder with hers, “You aren’t getting rid of me.”

“Neither are you two.” Y/n pointed at the boys across from her, “Welcome to our group of four.”

“We’ve gotta come up with a better name for that.” Remus replied as the other three nodded, “Definitely.”

The boys and the girls had different dormitories. Y/n shared her dorm with three other girls named Marlene McKinnon, Mary MacDonald, and Lily Evans. Meanwhile, James, Remus, Sirius shared a dorm where they met a new boy with blond hair and blue eyes named Peter Pettigrew, who quickly was added to their group of four, which was now five. 

James and Y/n shared almost every class aside from History of Magic and Defense Against the Dark Arts. Instead, Y/n had History of Magic with Remus and Lily. At the same time sharing Defense Against the Dark Arts with Remus as well. She also became quick friends with her roommate, Marlene, through Quidditch. Y/n always admired James while he practiced being Chaser, while Y/n was his fake Keeper. 

Throughout first year the new additions to their original duo learned how mischievous these two were. Y/n had an intelligent mind with practically foolproof plans, and James had the resources to make those plans work. Sirius was quick to join their prank-making wonders while Remus tended to stick with Y/n in making plans. Peter joined whenever he could. 

Soon enough, the group was known as the pranksters around Hogwarts. Surprisingly enough, they were proud of their newfound title. They were all sitting in the boys' dorms. James, Y/n, and Sirius were talking about Quidditch. Peter was practicing the new incantation that Professor Flitwick had taught them, and Remus was reading. When out of nowhere, Remus exclaimed. 

“I got it!”

“Got what, mate?” James questioned as the chatter stopped, and they all looked at the sandy-haired male, “Our group name!”

Y/n perked up, “Whatcha got, Remmy?”

“The Marauders!”

“Marauders?” Sirius repeated, confused, “What does that mean?”

Remus sighed, and Y/n giggled, “Marauders is another word for raiders, you idiot.”

“I like it.” Sirius commented, “I do too!” Peter interject. 

The three looked at the original duo; Y/n shrugged, “Good call, Rem.”

“How about it, James?” 

“I think it’s excellent! The Marauders it is!” 

Henceforth, their legacy grew and were now known as the five Marauders. They were all known for something. James, good at getting resources. Sirius, good at persuading. Peter, the most logical. Remus, the brains of every mission. Finally, Y/n, the most reckless. Y/n is the one who’d go in first always; she was also the one with the most detentions. 

In the second year, Y/n became more intuitive, observant, and curious about Remus. She noticed in the first year a pattern of when he’d get sick or his mother's sudden illness once a month. She was no stranger to these creatures as her father had worked with them for years. So before the first full moon of the new term, Y/n pulled Remus aside. 

“You said you wanted to speak with me?” Remus inquired, and Y/n nodded, “I know.”

“Know about what?”

“I know.” 

Remus rocked on his heels, “O- Oh….”

“Don’t worry, nobody else knows. Although they may have or will find out.” Y/n assured, but Remus still looked nervous, “Remus.”

She placed her hands on his taller shoulders, “You aren’t a monster. I’ve seen werewolves before.”

“You- You have?”

“My father works with magical creatures.” Y/n answered, “Werewolves are included.”

“Personally, I think they’re beautiful.” She stated, and tears grew in Remus’ eyes, “You do?”

“Of course, I do.” Y/n smiled, and Remus pulled her in for a hug, “Thank you.”

“Anytime and if you need anything. I’m here for you.”

“Thank you.”

Eventually, Sirius found out next, which quite honestly baffled Remus. Then James and then finally Peter, who was definitely the most oblivious of the Marauders. But to Remus’ astonishment, they were all accepting. They loved Remus as much as his mom, which - in reality - was quite a lot. Every night after full moons, he’d find all four of them sitting beside him. 

James would bring games to play for when he felt up for it. Peter got his books and set them on the table beside him. Sirius brought sweets and his stupidly funny jokes. Y/n held his hand and comforted him the best he could. Honestly, Y/n gave the best head scratches, and he definitely took advantage of it. 

Second-year was also the time for new Quidditch players to join the team. James and Sirius were about to try out but were undeniably nervous. The morning of, neither of them ate, too worried to think about eating, scared of throwing it up later on the pitch. 

“You both are tossers.” Y/n suddenly stated, “You’ll both make the team, and then we’ll celebrate it later, yeah?”

They nodded, “Good. Now get yourselves outta this funk. It’s annoying.”

It was unavoidable. They didn’t just get out of their funk until they got on the pitch. Before James and Y/n separated - her to the seats and him to the pitch - he took ahold of her hand. Squeezing it tightly with his eyes closed. His broom in his other hand that was trembling slightly. Y/n took her hand from his and placed her hands on his cheeks. 

“You’ll be fine. I promise.”

“Promise promise?” James asked, “Promise promise.” Y/n confirmed. 

She let go of his face and began to run off to catch up with Remus, “Good luck!” 

“Thanks.” James murmured to himself, “I’ll need it.”

Without a doubt, James was the best Chaser the Gryffindor had ever seen. Sirius was one hell of a beater too. Marlene even tried out for the new Beater position too. Four parts needed to be filled due to seventh-years leaving. Two Beaters, one Chaser, and one Keeper. Y/n and Remus were crossing their fingers that they all got the positions they wanted. 

The following week the results were posted. James, Sirius, and Marlene made the team! Y/n would never forget the gleeful smile that passed its way onto James’ face or the way Sirius laughed. She’d never seen them so happy before. Remus and her stood feet away from their little party, his arm thrown around her shoulders. 

“It’s nice to see them this way.”

“It is.”

Remus teasingly nudged her hip, “Seems like James has always been a Chaser.”

“What's that suppose to mean?” Y/n furrowed her eyebrows at the lycanthrope, “You’ll see it eventually.”

Y/n didn’t pry. It wasn’t worth it, especially when it’s with Remus. Remus was the ultimate secret keeper and cynical. He said things that made you think but would never tell you what they mean. Eventually, more years passed and they were in the summer going into their seventh year. 

James invited Y/n to stay the summer at the Potter manor, and she did. It was possibly one of the best summers he’s ever had with her being so close. Mrs. Potter seemed to know what Remus was talking about when she threw looks at her husband when the two best friends were together. But it was one evening that they were all watching a movie when someone came through the Floo Network. 

They jumped up from the couch to see a roughed-up Sirius Black, “Sirius!” 

James was frozen along with his two parents, but Y/n wasn’t. She was haste to get Sirius up from the floor to help him stand. He had a nasty cut below his right eye and what seemed to be more all across his body which his mother could only do. But instantly, Y/n had been ordering James around while Sirius laid on his back on the couch. 

Thankfully, Y/n knew what to do and Euphemia, but she was frozen, still watching her son's best friend take care of their other best friend. James set everything she needed beside her as she began to work quickly. James sat next to her in case she needed anything else. Y/n tore off his shirt and lifted his pants to right over the edge of his boxers. 

“James, hold his hand.” Y/n ordered, and he did it, “I’m so sorry, Sirius, but this’ll sting.”

And it did. Sirius groaned and constantly hissed as Y/n helped his wounds, the muggle way. Euphemia stared in shock, no longer frozen, but it was evident that Y/n had complete control over the situation and needed no extra help. Within an hour, Sirius was brand new. Y/n had carefully used potions and other bandages to help. 

“What happened, Sirius?” 

He chuckled bitterly, “My mother.”

“No shit.” James retorted, “Why?”

“I’ve been burned off the tapestry. I’m not aloud back because I denied them.”

“Denied them?” Y/n inquired. 

“Of you know what.”

“Oh…” Y/n whispered. 

“Yeah, oh.” Sirius chuckled again - venom lacing. 

Euphemia exchanged looks with her husband, “You’re welcome to stay here.”

“No, I couldn’t ask that of you guys.” Sirius denied hesitantly, and Fleamont shrugged, “Where else are you going to go?”

Sirius stayed silent, “We don’t mind, Sirius. You’ve stayed here before. Euphemia loves having you around just as much as I do.”

“You may not be our son biologically.” Euphemia began as she knelt in front of Sirius, “But you’ll always be our son.”

A single tear fell from Sirius’ eye, “Thank you.”

“Anytime, dear.”

James and Y/n exchanged looks of pure glee, but Euphemia caught their eye, “No mischief, you two.”

They sighed, “Fine.”

The duo pulled Sirius up from the couch and led him to his new bedroom. Euphemia watched Y/n and James work in perfect symphony as if they were a made team from the start. Fleamont pulled his wife to his side, watching them both as well. How perfectly his son worked with her. How amazingly gentle he was with her. 

“He may not know it yet, but he loves her.” Euphemia broke the silence, “Reminds me of us.”

Fleamont quirked an eyebrow, “How so?”

“You always had this dopey grin on your face. The same one James has when Y/n’s around. It’s been that way since they met. When he first mentioned her name, he had that grin. He’s chased her all these years.” 

“Perhaps our son has always been a Chaser at heart.” Fleamont commented, “Perhaps.”

It wasn’t until the first Quidditch match he realized. When he was chasing Y/n around to try and hug her after the game they had won against Ravenclaw. Y/n prohibited hugs after Quidditch matches. Yet here James was chasing her around the pitch with her a screaming mess. 

Lily, Marlene, and Remus were laughing loudly at him, “Y/n! Y/n come on!” 

“Absolutely not!” Y/n yelled while running, “I told you no hugs after matches.”

She spoke too soon because while she was talking, she had slowed down without noticing. Leaving James to wrap his arms around her from behind. He nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck while she leaned back into him. 

“See! You love my hugs.” James exclaimed, “Whatever.” Y/n retorted. 

Remus chuckled at them from afar, “They’re definitely in love.” 

“How hasn’t she seen it yet?” Lily chuckled, “Oh, he’s been chasing her for years. Since before Hogwarts.” Remus replied. 

“Chaser at heart that one,” Sirius stated putting his arm around the lycanthrope. 

James realized it then and there. With her in his arms. He was sweaty and full of joy. She was wholly melted into his embrace. His arms around her neck and her arms on top of his biceps. James realized there was nowhere else he’d rather be than with her at this moment. So he pulled her around, facing her. 

“Y/n.” 

“James.”

Without a second thought, he pulled her in and kissed her. His arms were moving down to her waist and hers around his shoulders. He was so gentle and soft with her. As if she was the finest China he’d ever owned. Godric James was so soft and so sweet. Y/n’s hands went through his sweaty hair. 

The whistles and cheers are what pulled them apart, “Finally!”

“It’s about time you realized!” Remus exclaimed happily, “He’s been chasing you for years!”

Y/n smiled at him, and James put his arm around her shoulder, “My chaser.” 

“I’ll always chase you, love.”

Years later, that snitch James always played with would be the same one McGonagall had taken from him one day in the seventh year. It was the same snitch that Harry had almost swallowed in his first year. The same snitch that Dumbledore returned to Harry in his seventh year. 

The snitch? It was given to James from Y/n when they were nine. It was an honorary friendship gift. The snitch wasn’t stolen. The snitch wasn’t nicked. The snitch was a gift to a chaser who never stopped chasing till the very end. 

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FNAF:SB Human AU Headcanons / Timeline

The band is called “Freddy and the Animals” and they usually preform for children at a diner owned by Freddy’s dad

Monty and Roxy already knew each other before the band

Foxy commits suicide 7 months after he lost his hand and eye due to an accident on stage. He felt useless because he couldn’t play the keyboard as well as he used to and was causing the band to lose money

Freddy meets Monty and Roxy at a bar while grieving Foxy and the band becomes good friends with them

Bonnie dies in the car accident that leaves Monty permanently scarred. Monty was driving and some fans blame him

This was when his anger issues got out of hand. He and Bonnie were besties and he already blamed himself enough

The band starts to become less popular overtime. Desperate, their new producer (Vanessa) puts Roxy and Monty in place of Bonnie and Foxy

The band becomes more popular than ever, and with their name changed to “The Glamrocks” they become extremely rich and famous

The company upgraded to a Pizza Plex / living quarters for the band

Nobody is happy. No one.

Freddy hardly ever comes out of his room, only interacting with other people to preform and do meet and greets.

Chica developed an eating disorder, her bingeing habits causing her gain and lose weight rapidly. She misses Foxy and Bonnie dearly. She sneaks into Freddy’s room in the night just to lay in bed with him, making sure he’s still breathing and his heart is still beating

Monty’s anger issues got worse with the passing time, still blaming himself for Bonnie, damaging his room and his own body in atonement for his sins. He starts to resent Freddy because Monty has seen Chica and Roxy suffering, but never Freddy. He mistakenly assumes that the fame has gotten to Freddy’s head, causing him to forget about the rest of them (Bonnie included)

Roxy’s self esteem worsened, thinking herself a replacement for someone she never got to know. The guilt eats her alive, so she puts on a face of confidence and arrogance. Some of the older fans constantly harass her, sending her hate mail and calling her a Foxy knock off. She wishes she could’ve met Foxy before he passed.

Gregory is a foster kid who snuck into the Pizza Plex for a warm place to sleep after he ran away from an abusive foster home. Unfortunately, he was locked in after they closed the Plex early due to Freddy fainting on stage

Freddy woke to find Gregory hiding in his coatrack after hours. He nearly returned Gregory to Michael Afton (the security guard on duty) until Gregory basically begged him not to

Freddy felt bad, so he took Gregory to the first aid station to get a cut on his face bandaged

Michael found them ☹️

But dw, Gregory cried and it reminded him of Evan so he decided to help them out (everything’s pretty much the same, except William owned Chucky Cheese and he got arrested instead of the spring trap soul thing.)

Vanessa wants to return poor Greg to the foster fam, but Fred and Mike ain’t having it

Freddy let’s Gregory stay at the Plex for a day or two before deciding it’s time for him to meet his band

Chica immediately loved him

Monty was scared he was gonna hurt him, but he warmed up to him quickly. At first, Gregory thought Monty hated him and avoided him for a few days. That changed almost immediately bc he caught Monty trying to play DDR and failing miserably. The burns Gregory delivered were SCALDING

It took Roxy a while to get super close to Gregory bc he just kept roasting her. Then she witnessed him roasting Monty and she laughed her ass off. They have a playful love/hate relationship. She’s the cool aunt

“I’m ur favorite, right?” “Nah, u suck. Loser, lmao. U have green hair and pronouns” “yea, I’m ur favorite”

She was, in fact, his favorite (besides Freddy, ofc)

Eventually, Mike got worried ab the police finding out they basically kidnapped a child, so he filed a report on the foster house and had a nasty custody battle w the state. He and Freddy have shared custody of Gregory at the moment. Until they have the chance to file for adoption, they’re currently considered his foster parents. He lives full time with Michael, but he comes to work with him every day, so he might as well live at the Pizza Plex too

Monty taught Gregory to swear and Freddy nearly had a heart attack hearing him say fuck for the first time

The band is in grief counseling and group therapy. Mike recommend them to his therapist and counselor after he got really close with the band

Freddy and Monty repaired their relationship and Monty is in anger management classes :3

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All this Chris Evans Sluttiness™️ that's been going around is making me think of Chris sitting in his home/hotel room between premieres, lurking on Twitter (and maybe even Tumblr 👀), scrolling... watching.... laughing to himself at how insane he drives everyone and anyone. He can't keep himself from smirking.

And Sebastian, who's with him whenever possible to keep Chris sane with all the work he's been getting up to, had been preoccupied by his own phone or maybe a book, but now Chris has his attention again as he cracks up about something yet tries not to show it. Choking down the laughter a little, bringing his phone in a little closer to his body. Huh. Normally he shows exactly what makes him laugh to Seb shamelessly, even if it's stupid or not that funny or an old meme or anything.

Huh.

Sebastian gets up to get a drink but really covertly look at what has Chris looking so devious yet so giggly at the same time. Why is he hiding his smile in the palm of his hand? Why's he curled up with his phone so tightly?

Oh, Sebastian licks his lips. Interesting.

Seb catches a glimpse of what's on his screen as he goes and gets some water from the tap, filling his glass just a little, then drinking it down fast. He wanders back, leaving his glass behind him, and slides into Chris' lap.

Chris makes a sound of surprise, pleasant, but drops one hand around his waist easily. The other stays on his phone, stopping to read, smirking, then scrolling further, stopping to read, smirking, then scrolling further, stopping to read...

Sebastian sighs- forming a plan in his head, thinking thinking thinking about what Chris is reading and how it's clearly making him feel - and leans forward into Chris to rest his own head on his shoulder...

Inspiration strikes suddenly.

Oh, perfect.

Sebastian draaaags his hands down Chris' chest slowly. Over his pecs, down toward his belt line.

Chris makes another sound, a contented purr. He enjoys touching people, things, whatever and he likes being touched too. He's paying more attention to Sebastian now but he's still got one eye on his phone. On Twitter. Reading through the explosion of thirst over his latest outfit- tight in all the right places (re: all over), making him look huge in all the right places.

"You enjoying the attention?" Sebastian asks passively, voice quiet in the otherwise silent room, his hands are at his man's hips, just beginning to slide back up to his firm pecs. Seb can't keep his hands off of them. He never has been able to.

"What?" Chris replies as if he didn't hear, but he's already blushing.

Sebastian grins. Oh, this is gonna be fun.

"Are you enjoying the attention?" He repeats, the same inflection, same speed. He's not trying to make him feel bad about it- he's not trying to make him stop. He just wants him to acknowledge his behavior. (Even if said behavior winds Sebastian up like nothing else... seeing that cocky grin emerge with that heady, intense confidence that comes out in the form, usually, of heavy bedroom eyes, landing hot on his skin as if he's naked even when Sebastian's far, far from it.)

Chris squirms under him a little, Seb can feel him juuuust beginning to get hard through his pants. Chris doesn't respond verbally.

"You like driving them crazy, I know," he whispers as he runs his fingers through Chris' hair. It's getting pretty long these days as he's been begging Chris not to cut it. The length looks good on him. "Don't gotta hide it."

Chris' breath is already heavier. "Maybe," he admits, shifting in his seat again. It's a turn on in of itself that he can move at all with another grown man on top of him.

"Yeahh," he watches Chris shudder, "all eyes on you. Looking at how good you look, foaming at the mouth, and dropping panties, and taking God's name in vain and whatever else they do," he can't help but chuckle a little, thinking of all the highly, highly inappropriate memes he's seen used. Chris isn't laughing. He's locked onto his eyes, his pointer finger between his lips, chewing on it a little. "But you know what they're all thinking-?" He raises his eyebrows.

Chris breathes out shakily. He shakes his head quickly. No.

"I bet everyone is thinking about how big you look and how your hands would feel on them. Inside them." Chris couldn't be more pink, his cheeks and neck and probably his chest if Seb got him out of his nice, tight, white t-shirt. "How good all of your weight would feel on top of them, pinning them down."

Chris has fully dropped his phone now. Sebastian has no idea where its gone, Chris probably doesn't either. It doesn't matter. All of Chris' attention on Sebastian.

"They're all wanting a piece of you." Its true. Even if later, when the mood fades from Chris' mind, he'll brush off with a laugh to conceal his own insecurities. "They wanna get fucked, Chris." He pauses for dramatic effect, the air around them thickening...

Chris makes a high sound around his finger where it's in his mouth. Between those unfairly plush lips.

Sebastian encircles his thick wrist with his fingers, pulling his fingers out of his mouth and leaning in to kiss him. "But-" he hovers just a little bit too far from his lips. Not kissing. Just flirting with the idea. Teasing. "How do you think they'd feel if they could see you getting fucked instead of doing the fucking?"

Chris inhales sharply, swallowing a needy sound. Seb kisses the sound out of him, hungry for a taste of him. Chris makes another sound, moaning, when he opens his mouth against Sebastian's. Hot. And a little messy.

It's good.

They kiss and kiss, lips sliding against each other until they can't breathe.

They break apart. Panting.

Pulling back from resting their foreheads together, Seb bats his eyes at Chris, enjoying his continuing squirming and the growing bulge of his erection under his ass as he asks, "you think they'd get even more hot and bothered by that rather than you plowing someone?"

He lets the moment build.

"I think they would," he answers.

Chris is frozen in place now. His chest rising and falling heavily. But he's not squirming. Only staring.

"I think they'd kill to hear you whine and whimper and gasp when you get fucked."

Chris whimpers now.

Seb feels drunk on this. And he knows Chris is too. His eyes are so dark. His eyes are so wide. His cock is hard under him. "I think they'd faint at the idea of watching you arch your back when you're getting dicked and feeling good. Sticking that ass and those tits out. I mean... we both know how obsessed the fans are with your little waist and fat ass, so, of course, they'd love it. And they'd be drooling and wanting to sink their teeth in after I was done with you. I guarantee, baby." He dips his voice to a whisper and Chris leans in to hear him better, hanging on every word. Sebastian feels feverish as he speaks, he's not exactly sure what he's saying but... it just keeps coming out and Chris is into it. "And, God, the fans would pass out watching you move in my lap, on top, like we are right now but flipped. Watching you use my dick..." he has to stop to actually breathe, so caught up in it he hadn't been taking in oxygen. "Can you imagine how many of them would be struck stupid at the view of these tits bouncing? Hell, even just seeing the way you blush when you feel like being on bottom would mow them down, baby. You have the fans in a chokehold. They love you. Watching your every move. Always loosing their minds over you and how delicious you look."

Sebastian pats his cheek, breathing hard himself and ruining the idea of being unaffected a little, "they love you and I love when you get in your moods," he teases, dismounting his lap and getting up to walk away, except-

"Jesus, fuck, Seb," Chris rumbles, voice rough as he reaches out and grabs Sebastian's wrist, a little rough because he's not thinking about his strength, only his lust. Chris uses his grip on Sebastian's wrist to drag him back into his lap. Murmuring dangerously, "you can't talk like that then walk away from me."

"Talk like what?" He teases, widening his eyes to be innocent.

Chris growls.

Sebastian feels his insides turn to mush, melted under the intense heat of his arousal, but he waits. Stubborn.

Chris launches into action instead. Grabbing his jaw and the back of his head to pull him into a vicious kiss, saying against his mouth, voice deep and a little fucked-out sounding already, "c'mon, you can't talk like that then get away with not dragging me to bed and fucking me until I can't think, brat."

Sebastian feels dizzy. God. He loves it when Chris is like this. Needy and not only wanting to bottom but wanting to be fucked.