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Troublemaker ~ 4 ~ Back In The Saddle

He is one of the best goaltenders in the league. He's also hated by his teammates. He didn't mean to be a troublemaker but why not lean into it? There wasn't anyone to stop him.

Until he met her...

A Jeremy Swayman AU x OFC Stella Williams

Story Warnings: excessive drinking, SMUT!, an asshole Jeremy, angst

A/N: Hello and welcome to a spin-off "Cross-Checked" so plenty of characters from that story are crossing over here! If you want a more detailed story of how we ended up here, read the first store HERE Also! The taglist is open. If you want to be added or removed, please let me know!

2nd A/N: This Chapter is directly intertwined with Chapter 16 of "Cross-Checked". You can read both sides here

Previous: The Best Friend

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“I can’t believe that asshole has the balls to try and see Leia. What I wouldn’t give to kick his balls so far up him, he’d cough them up.”

I snorted with a laugh. “How did I not know about your violent side, Warrior Princess?”

“I am not violent. It just, she’s been through enough with her mom and everything.” Stella looked out the window. “I know you didn’t know, but your actions hurt her a lot.”

I went quiet. “You know I was just frustrated and stuff and that I feel like an ass already.”

It was her turn to sigh. “I know. Sorry. Bret just brings out my murderous side,” she said with a smile.

“I didn’t realize that you woke up and chose violence.” She grumbled something that I didn’t hear. “What was that?”

“He ruined morning sex,” she whined out. This time I laughed out loud. “What?”

“Nothing,” I reply, still chuckling. "Didn’t realize that it was a national emergency.” She looked at me confused. “Morning sex. They way you whined about it. Were you going to jump me, warrior princess?”

“And you would have enjoyed it, Swayman,” she replied with a smirk.

Fuck yeah, I would have.

We arrived at Andy and Leia’s house and took the long way to get to the front door to avoid the douche in the driveway. Stella rang the doorbell and put on a smile. I shoved my hands in my pocket because I really wasn’t sure how this was going to go.

Miranda opened the door and her mouth fell open. “Why?”

“That’s an interesting greeting, Miranda.” Stella rolled her eyes. “I brought back up.”

“Leia, please come over here,” Miranda yelled behind her.

I sucked in a breath when I saw her. Leia was now obviously pregnant as she walked over. “What is it... Jeremy?!”

Stella immediately starts talking. “I was working on stretches with Jeremy when Miranda texted. What better than a six-foot two hockey player to help?”

“Hi Leia.” I kept studying her face and body. As much as I wanted to say that I regretted leaving the potential relationship, I’m glad I did. I couldn’t handle not being the father to her baby. If I wanted that, I would want to have been there to create it. I offered a smile to her.

“Hi Jeremy.” She keeps a neutral face except for a wince and then starts to rub her belly. “Umm, as you can see,” She looked around me, “I have an unwelcome guest in my driveway.”

“I can’t believe this douche had the nerve to come here,” Stella said. “Can I kick him in the balls?”

“Relax Warrior Princess,” I said with a smirk. “I’ll handle it.” I turned and walked towards Bret. The douche in question was leaning on a BMW sedan like he owned the world. I had about three inches on him and about 15 pounds, mostly muscle. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I came to see my girl.”

“Pretty sure she stopped being your girl when you left her behind. Get off of her and Andy’s property. Now.”

Bret’s face is turning red. “If she wants me to leave, then we need to have a conversation.”

“You don’t need dick.” I point to his car and motion for him to leave. “Get out before she calls the cops.”

A look of malice crosses his face. “Why are you defending her?” Pointing at Leia, he continues. “What, hoping she’ll leave Andy? She’s a slut who...” I see the flash of fear in Leia’s eyes, and I stopped him by grabbing the collar of his jacket and hauling him closer to me.

“Finish that sentence and you are a dead man.” He blanches and I let him go. He stumbles back. “Don’t look at her or come back here or contact her again,” I growl out. Bret scrambles for the car and drives off. I don't move until I see the car round the corner and turns to face us. “He shouldn’t bother you anymore Leia.”

“Thank you, Jeremy. I’m glad that nothing happened so it wouldn’t aggravate your injury. Are you ok?” The concern on her face makes my heart clench. I hurt this girl with my actions and words. For what? Just a badge of conquest. She didn’t deserve that. She had every right to be hurt, be angry, to hate me, but she didn’t. I have to take my shot at making this right. She may not forgive me or acknowledge it but I have to try.

“Yeah, I just...” I ran my hand through my hair. “I know how much of a jerk I’ve been, and you don’t have to accept this right now but I’m sorry Leia. For everything.”

“Oh.” She looked surprised.

“Anyways, if he comes back while the boys are gone, just call me.” I gave her my best smile and pointed to my car. “I’m gonna go. You look beautiful, by the way.” He turned and walked before she could say anything else. I didn’t want to hear that she still hated me. I got in my car to wait for Stella. She had a short conversation with the girls before she came back to the car. “Everything ok?”

“Yeah, just letting them know I would be back later.” I took off.

“So...” I started.

“So...” she said with a smile.

I smirked. “Morning sex?”

A smile burst on her face. “Absolutely.”

A day later I was cleaning my apartment and doing laundry, and my phone rang. When I checked on who was calling, I was surprised but not shocked. “Hey Cap.” I sounded nervous.

“Hey Sway. I just got off the phone with Leia.” He sounded frustrated. I can only imagine. Not being able to be home and protect his family has got to be grading on his mind.

“Oh. Is she ok?”

“Yeah, she and the baby are fine. Listen, I just wanted to say thank you for helping her with Bret and chasing him off.”

“It's not a problem.”

“No, you didn’t have to do that. Especially with the way I have treated you lately.”

I let out a sigh. I figured this was coming. I deserved what happened. I knew that now. “Look, Andy, I was a jerk and I owed Leia.”

He stopped for a moment. He wasn’t disagreeing with me. “Well, anyway, thanks or helping her. I hope we can talk when we get back.”

I smiled. “Sure Cap.” Have a good game. A thought flashes. “FYI, Vegas’s goalie likes to favor his left.”

He laughed, “Thanks Sway. See you in a few days.”

The ice has always been a place where I can find solace, peace, focus. I’ve been playing hockey since I was five and it has always been my happy place.

Except for today.

Today I am nervous. It's my first practice back with the team. I know that Andy said we were cool, but I don’t know what the rest of the team is thinking. I walked in with my gear bag and immediately ran into my Coach. “My office,” he says. He walks away.

I was early so I dropped my gear bag in the locker room and headed to his office. “Yes Coach?”

“Sit.” He leans back as I sit in front of him. It's been 15 days since I have seen this man. “When’s the last time you’ve had a drink?”

I swallowed. “Twelve days.” The night I spent with Stella. We had spent the next day talking and it was like a total reset. I hit the gym after that and booked private rink time away from the arena. My goalie coach was able to give me exercises and drills. I was feeling better, both physically and mentally.

He nodded. “Barber told me he called you.” I nodded. “Is your head back on straight?”

“Yes, sir. Just nervous to be with the team again. I know I need to apologize to them.”

“Good. That’s the maturity I knew you had. Keep up with what you’re doing Jeremy. We need you if we want to make this run. I’ve give you five minutes.”

“Thank you, sir.” I got up and went back to the locker room. Linus was sitting in my stall. “Hey.”

“You’re back.” He looked me over. “And sober.”

“I had help,” I replied. “Coach cleared me to practice. I just need to talk to the team. Coach gave me five.” I pulled off my hoodie to start changing. Linus kept looking at me. “What?”

“You seem different.” He looked at me up and down.

“I’m feeling great. I took the time to think and reflect and I’m in a better headspace. I stopped drinking after you called and really took the time, you know.”

Linus finally gave me a smile for the first time in a while. “I’m happy for you Jeremy. We’re all worried about you. Andy talked to the team after the incident with Leia.”

“He did?” I stood up from pulling my pads on. “What did he say?”

“That he was ending his shutout. Said we needed to be a family to be a great team and it started with him.” Linus smiled. “He’s a good leader and will make a great father. That little girl will be loved and protected.”

She’s having a girl. I can see it, Barber as a girl dad. Leia loving her little girl in cute little dresses. A little Barber jersey, covered in sparkles. It was easy to picture that. And my heart didn’t hurt. Because I could see my own kids, with their jersey on.

Standing with Stella.

Huh, that’s new.

I glide out to the ice first, wanting to get used to the cold air. This is where I am the most centered. I stretch out my legs as I skate around the rink. I take deep breaths. I know that in five minutes, I need to face my team and make apologies that I know I owe them. I left them in a lurch for very selfish reasons. They are my family away from my family in Alaska. Linus is my best friend and my brother.

I hear another pair of skates hit the ice and I see Andy and Luke on the ice as well. I stop on the far side, and they skate up to me. “Hey, Sway,” Andy said.

“Cap.” I looked at Luke. “Luke.”

“Jeremy." Luke didn’t glare but his face showed he wasn’t very trusting.

I took a breath. “Look, before the guys come out, Coach asked me to talk to the team and I will, but I wanted to talk to you first. I wanted to say I’m sorry. I’m sorry I thought that I could be so callous and disrespectful with Leia.” I looked down. “I apologized to her, and I don’t expect forgiveness from her. But I wanted to apologize to you both because I disrespected our friendship and brotherhood. I’m working on my attitude and I’m focusing on the game and the team.”

It was quiet for a moment. “My sister is my whole world, Sway. You thinking she’s just some quick fuck hurt because I thought we were brothers.”

“I know, Luke. I was very wrong. She deserves to be with someone who treats her like a queen.” I smile at Andy. “I know what you call her. She deserves to be with you.”

Luke studies me for a minute and then he smiles. “Brothers?” He offers his hand.

“Brothers.” I took his hand and he pulled me into a bro hug. It's kinda hard to hug like a bro which is why Ullmark and I hug the way we do.

I turn when I hear the gate open again and the rest of the team hit the ice. Time to make things right.

I’m sitting in front of my cubby, trying to get in the zone. Coach decided I was starting against Toronto tonight. I haven’t played in three weeks but the last two times I faced Toronto, we won. I have my headphones, Metallica drowning out the locker room sounds. I’m getting in the zone when the next song starts. And I can’t help but smile and take myself back to twelve days ago.

I’m putting this song on your playlist.

Which song?

Its gonna be a surprise Sway. Just like me.

I can see her smile. Her giggle that morning after, after another round. It was the afternoon, a few hours since I confronted Bret.

As Taylor Swift’s The Man plays, I can see the whole game and I know, I’ve got this.

The buzzard sounds and the roar of the crowd dulls my hearing. A shutout. A fucking shutout against Buffalo. My team came over and congratulated me as per tradition. The last one is Linus. It's always Linus. “Shutout baby! You got this!”

“I got this!” I yell back before extending my arms and hugging Linus is our famous goalie hug. I’ve missed this. He didn’t do it with our back up. It's just a him and me thing. Coming off the ice, I’m stopped by media. “You’re the first star of the game Sway.”

I smile and wait for my name to be called. Linus pats my back and heads to the locker room.

“And your first star of the game, taking 32 shots and a complete shutout, your goalie, number one, Jeremy Swwwwaaaayyyyymannnnn!!!!”

I skate back onto the ice and toss my stick to a kid in the stands. I come back and wipe my sweaty hair and sit next to our team reporter.

“Jeremy, congratulations on the shutout!”

“Thank you.”

“You were out for a couple of weeks with a lower body injury. It seems like you’re feeling better.”

“I feel great. The training staff here are top notched and got me back to 100%.” I smirk at my words.

“Penguins are up next. You and Linus Ullmark usually trade off in net. Do you think that the coaches might change that?”

“I hope not,” I say with a smile. “Its a winning combo and Linus and I are on the same page. Whoever is in next gets the teams support.”

“What about the team?”

“The team is amazing and is playing at the next level. We are brothers and they had my back just like I have theirs. Can’t wait to make a playoff run with them.”

“Thank you, Jeremy and congratulations.”

“Thanks!” I stand and wave to the crowd. I get into the locker room and sit at my cubby again. I see my phone still has the last little bit on the song. It was great, having the win on a shutout. But something in my routine has changed. And I know exactly what it is.

I clean up and head over to the trainers area. I see Stella folding some towels. She looks adorable in her trainers uniform. I walk up to her, and she lifts her head and sees me. “Hey Sway! Nice shutout.”

“Thank Stel.” I swallow. “Can I talk to you in private?”

She wrinkles her brow in confusion. She motions me into their office, and we sit on the couch. “What’s up Jer?”

I look at my hands and resolve to not be chicken-shit.

“I have a proposition for you, Stella.”

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saiyanprincessswanie · 2 years ago

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SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading Lists Week 133-134

Welcome to Week 133-134

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal boosting them. Author is listed next to title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community. 💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

My Masterlist click HERE

Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

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I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Made for Me - Part 1 - (Bucky x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

His Inheritance - Part 10 - (Steve x Reader) - @jtargaryen18

Bedazzled - Prologue - A Bratva!James - @caffiend-queen

Hello Neighbour - (Bucky x Reader) - @sunshine-on-my-mind

Drabble Lee - @sweeterthanthis

To Love and To Hold - (Lee x Reader) - @sagechanoafterdark

Layin' Down the Law - (Lee x Reader) - @lunarbuck

resentment - (Sam x Reader) - @fluffyprettykitty

Need you now - (Steve x Reader) - @late-to-the-party-81

I Was Wild Once and Can't Forget - (Curtis x Reader) - @ghotifishreads

Before you (16) - @holylulusworld

Ruined anniversary - (Brock x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Before you (17) - @holylulusworld

Lessons in Temptation - (Andy x Reader x Ari) - @dreamlessinparis

Before you (18) - @holylulusworld

Birthday gift - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

His One and Only - (Ari x Reader) - @hollybee8917

Chase and hunt (drabble) - (Andy x Reader) - @ironlady1993

Jealousy's My Best Friend - (Andy x Reader) - @cockslutpadalecki

Looks Better on You - (Steve x Reader) - @navybrat817

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mingismole · 2 years ago

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[17:09] nonidol!SMG x Fem!Reader

The relationship (if you can call it that) was always off. Never spent more than 3 months being a happy couple. There was always something making you break his heart.

The first time the reason was an upcoming midterm that was really important for your grade.

The second time was a family trip that turned into you living with your aunt in another country for almost a whole year.

The third time was the time you started to like this guy in your class, it was almost nothing, just physical attraction but you wanted to figure out your feelings.

The fourth time was the first time Mingi broke down in front of you. Tears flooding his rose cheeks while trying to reach for your hand. Hiccups drowning his voice and messy hair while he told you how much you hurt him by not allowing him to get closer to you.

After that every other break up was meaningless. It started with a dumb insecurity or a dumb fight. It ended with Mingi in San’s loft crying his heart out to his best friend and you somewhere else trying to find a piece of happiness that Mingi couldn’t offer you, no matter how hard he tried.

It really broke you how bad he looked after every break up, how he always found his way back to your door, your arms and your lips. How you always welcomed him back in your bed just cause it killed you to know it was all your fault.

Mingi wasn’t dumb, he was really smart in every sense of the word. He was handsome and charismatic. But he was in love, his first and only love according to him. You were all that he knew. His first and only girlfriend since you both were 17 years old.

Now you were 28. Now he was in your living room with an engagement ring between his trembling fingers, with air trying to escape from his lungs. With a promise sleeping in his heart trying to deny the fact that you just said no. The fact that you would never loved him the way he loved you, not even a little bit. Feeling all the years he gave to you on his shoulders. Realizing for the first time that you never wanted him and he knew it all along. He was just hoping for a little bit of sympathy.

“I’m sorry” your soft voice pulled him out of his mind “all these years… all I’ve ever wanted and waited for… is for you to find someone better than me. Love… you deserve someone who is sure of their feelings for you” a long sigh escaped your lips “I was hoping for someone to come and heal you from all the damage I’ve put you through. Someone who will love you in the way I can’t, somebody you don’t have to change… just somebody to take care of my mess and I’m sorry that person is not with you… yet… but I can’t Mingi. I just can’t” your hands cupped his softly, almost too scared of breaking him more.

“You deserve someone who loves in the way you do and I’m not that person. I want you to save this ring and give it to someone who truly deserves it. Someone who deserves your heart… I love you, Mingi. I truly do… I just don’t love you enough”

The last thing he felt was your soft lips against his own for the last time. The next thing he knew he was drunk in San’s couch. With his phone shining against his face while typing your phone number.

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Hello! This is (kinda) my little introduction to his blog 🥰

I’ve been thinking too much about opening a writing blog here on tumblr and I just decided enough was enough… and here I am!

My name is Andy, I hope you enjoy my writing as much as I do ❤️‍🩹

Feel free to request writings about ateez, tomorrow by together, seventeen and/or bangtan 🥰❤️‍🩹

I’ll make a proper introduction soon enough andddd, every feedback is more than welcome 🤗

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imyourbratzdoll · 2 years ago

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I posted 5,427 times in 2022

That's 5,427 more posts than 2021!

378 posts created (7%)

5,049 posts reblogged (93%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 413 of my posts in 2022

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#anons welcome - 310 posts

#anon reply - 279 posts

#thanks anon! - 251 posts

#chris evans - 158 posts

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#chris evans x female reader - 118 posts

#chris evans one shot - 109 posts

Longest Tag: 93 characters

#i think it’s always so special to see what writers create and what really clicks with readers

My Top Posts in 2022:

what about jock Jake Wyler dates a nerdy girl, reader and fucks her in his car

it's short, thank you for sending it in.

warning - smut, daddy kink, semi-public sex.

18+ only, please.

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What about a request where After the divorce, Andy barber meets Jacob's childhood friend, reader who they reunited in college and hasn't seen her since middle school. Andy can't stop thinking about her and having wet dreams. Then the wet dreams became a reality

hello, sorry it took so long. I hope you like it.

warning - SMUT, swearing and fluff.

18+ only, please. no gifs are mine unless stated otherwise.

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3,153 notes - Posted November 14, 2022

y/n has scars on their back/shoulders (battle scars, from going on many missons together.). one day y/n has their back exposed, in a dress. at a private gathering, and lloyd hugs them from behind, kissing down y/n's back. when y/n asks what lloyd is doing, tang replies “no one has ever kissed them before, so I’m doing it now.”

hope you like it, thank you for sending it! I enjoy your requests.

summary - lloyd doesn't like when people make his wife feel insecure about her scars.

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3,163 notes - Posted November 10, 2022

Chris evans is sex high so he decided to fuck his short! Girlfriend request

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠. 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 18+

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3,171 notes - Posted September 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Chris evans is fascinated at a sweet and shy reader! who works as his makeup artist. He wants to make her his! smut

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬! 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭.

part 2 here

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞-𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓, 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟.

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 18+

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navegandoaciegas · 4 years ago

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Maneater Writing Challenge

(gif not mine, found of Pinterest)

Hello everyone! I hope you’re doing great!!

In honor of the upcoming Hot Girls Summer, and of me hitting 2.6k followers here on Tumblr, I wanted to host a smut writing challenge with the topic of “Maneaters”, aka fem doms.

FemDom is a large term that includes many different kind of dominant women. It originates in the BDSM community and it indicates activities and relationships where the female partner is in charge. There’s different type of femdoms, for example the gentle kind that combines sexual dominance with nurturing elements (example: mommy kink), or the more widely known dominatrix kind that enjoys dominating in a cruel, strict way.

Fem!Dom readers x Sub!Male character is a pretty rare trope in the Marvel fandom, but I hope that by hosting this challenge I will inspire more people to write this type of content.

Let’s go over the boring rules before we can get to the fun stuff:

You can write for any characters played by Sebastian Stan (ex. Bucky Barnes, Lee Bodecker...) or Chris Evans (Steve Rogers, Andy Barber). Any other Marvel character, like Sam Wilson, is also fine.

The story must be a reader insert (character x reader). So no OC’s and no character x character. Poly and multiple characters x reader is fine to me.

The closing date is September 9th, my birthday! No pressure if you can’t get it done by then.

You must be 18+ to participate.

No word limit, but please use ‘read more’ if your story is longer than 250 characters.

Due to the nature of the challenge, all stories must include smut. You can make it nsfw of any kind, as any genre is welcome: fluff, angst, dark (dub-con, non-con), hurt/comfort.

Any AU, trope and kink is welcome except: scat, snuff, gore, underage, bestiality.

Send me an ask or a dm with the prompts you’ve chosen. Choose at least one. You can pick as many as you want from all categories. No limits of # people per prompt.

I’m going to reblog and comment each story I get, and I will eventually create a masterlist with all the submissions I get.

If you have any doubts, please don’t hesitate to contact me.

I picked over 50 prompts in total, so I hope you’ll find at least one that will inspire your creativity.

The prompts are listed below the cut.

Lyrics (You can use the whole song or the lyrics I selected as inspo):

Maneater by Nelly Furtado: I wanna see you all on your knees, knees, you either wanna be with me or be me. Maneater, make you work hard, make you spend hard, make you want all of her love.

Bubblegum Bitch by Marina and the Diamonds: Candy bear, sweetie pie, wanna be adored, I'm the girl you'd die for. I'll chew you up and I'll spit you out, 'cause that's what young love is all about. So pull me closer and kiss me hard, I'm gonna pop your bubblegum heart.

How to be a Heartbreaker by Marina and the Diamonds: Rule number one, is that you gotta have fun, but baby when you're done, you gotta be the first to run. Rule number two, just don't get attached to somebody you could lose.

CryBaby by Megan Thee Stallion: Uh, his friends and his dad hate me (yeah), I broke his lil' heart, he a crybaby

Heart of Glass by Blondie: Once I had a love and it was divine, soon found out I was losing my mind. It seemed like the real thing but I was so blind. Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind.

Daisy by Ashnikko: Make your man call me daddy, he talk too much, he's too chatty.

Get on your knees by Nicki Minaj: You gotta beg for it, beg for it, I wanna see you lookin' up. Baby I'ma need you to beg, beg beg for it. Get on your knees, get on your knees, get on your knees.

Poker Face by Lady Gaga: Russian roulette is not the same without a gun. And baby, when it's love, if it's not rough, it isn't fun.

Prompts

Mommy kink

Dacryphila

Gagged and Bound

Anal Plugs

Chastity belts

Humiliation

Degradation

Omorashi

Body Worship

Loss of Virginity (Virgin Character)

Innocence Kink

Corruption Kink

Men wearing panties and stockings

Faceriding

Cuckolding

Revenge/Makeup sex

House Husband kink

Mistress kink

Pegging

Lactation/Breastfeeding kink

Breeding kink

“How quick can you make me cum?”

“I’m not touching you unless you beg me to.”

“Bad boys don’t get to cum.”

“Take it.”

“Please, mommy.”

“You look so pretty on your knees.”

“I like men better when they shut the fuck up.”

“Did that hurt? (...) Good, because it was meant to.”

“Keep making those noises for me, baby.”

“You’re not coming unless I say so.”

“You’re in so much trouble, baby boy.”

“Should've thought about it before you decided to piss me off.”

“Jealousy looks great on you.”

“I’ll be so good to you.”

“I’m yours, all yours.”

“Please, gimme more.”

“So fucking tight.”

“You’re such a pathetic little slut.”

“Look at you, drooling all over yourself.”

Situations (You don’t have to use these, but I thought I could give you some extra inspiration):

Jealous reader shows character who he belongs to;

Reader pegs the ‘_’ (insert whatever annoying behavior you want) out of the character;

Reader cucks disobedient character;

Character surprises the reader with a maid costume;

Reader makes character wear a sex toy (anal plug, vibrating panties, chastity belt) in a public setting;

Seemingly innocent and sweet reader surprises character with a kinky side;

Seemingly kinky and experienced character reveals a soft, innocent interior;

Reader gets revenge on her cheating partner;

Reader verbally humiliates the character;

Character accidentally call the reader “mommy” in the middle of sex;

Yandere!Reader is obsessed with character;

Yandere!Reader thinks that the character is cheating on her with another woman.

Tagging some writers who may be interested. Please don’t feel pressured to join.

@buckycuddlebuddy @msmarvelwrites @sweeterthanthis @whateveriwant @imanuglywombat @nsfwsebbie @jtargaryen18 @jobean12-blog @world-of-aus @river-soul @buckyownsmylife @burnthematches @sherrybaby14 @sinner-as-saint @kleohoneyao3 @literate-lamb @candy-and-writing @cap-n-stuff @docharleythegeekqueen @darkficsyouneveraskedfor @honeyloverogers @honeygingergemini @fafulous @foxgloveprincess @giorno-plays-piano @gotnofucks @gogolucky13 @cherienymphe @mcudarklibrary @emilykjh @overr-written @teamcap4bucky @threeminutesoflife @iraot @sebbysbaby @propertyofpoeandbucky @hailmary-yramliah @cryptidcasanova @asadmarveltrashbag @angrythingstarlight

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #steve rogers x reader #andy barber x reader #stucky x reader #writing challenge

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whisperlullaby · 4 years ago

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Master List

Hello and welcome to my growing masterlist! I write mainly for Marvel at the moment but who knows what else I’ll end up writing in the future. This is an 18+ only masterlist and all my "reader" stories are "female reader" unless otherwise specified. I appreciate you all respecting my boundaries and not interacting with me if you are a minor. If you have a prompt or drabble request send it over! I won’t guarantee it’ll be written but I’ll do my best. Enjoy!

I DO NOT GIVE MY CONSENT TO REPOST ANY OF MY STORIES ON ANY SITE OTHER THAN TUMBLR.

Writing Challenge Master

Steve Rogers:

Concentrated Sunlight (Florist Steve x Reader AU)

In Bloom (Florist Steve x Reader AU) 18+ ONLY

Just Say It And I’m Yours (Series)

Bad Day (Steve x Reader)

Morning Sick (Steve Rogers x Reader)

I Just Want to Look At You (Steve Rogers x Reader) 18+ ONLY

Into the Frey (Steve Rogers x reader)

Greatest Love Story (100 word drabble)

Sam Wilson:

Walk Me Home (Sam Wilson x Reader AU)

Take Me Home

Falcons (Sam Wilson x Reader AU)

I licked it, it's mine (18+ ONLY)

Let Me Come Home (Sam Wilson x Reader)

The Perfect Dress (Sam Wilson x Reader)

The Talk (18+ only)

What's that tune (Drabble)

Bucky Barnes:

Ukulele (Bucky Barnes x Reader AU)

Team-Building (Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes x Reader) 18+ ONLY

Beautiful Music (Bucky Barnes x Reader AU) 18+ ONLY

Friend Date

Heaven’s Not Too Far

Don’t Over Do It

Knocked Out (Bucky x Reader)

Full of Sleep (Bucky x Reader)

Like You Have a Choice (Bucky x Reader) 18+ ONLY

I Can Treat You Better (Stalker!Bucky x Reader)

Rejected (Bucky x Reader) 18+ ONLY

My Omega (Dark!Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader) Dark 18+ONLY

All Dressed Up (Bucky Barnes x Reader) 18+ ONLY

First Time (Librarian!Bucky x Reader) 18+ ONLY

Stuffed Full (Baker!Bucky x Reader) 18+only

Gentle Massage (Bucky x Reader)

Daddy Shark

Andy Barber:

Hidden Talent (Andy Barber x Reader)

When Can You Start (Andy Barber x Reader) 18+ ONLY

Ten Minute Recess (Andy Barber x Reader) 18+ ONLY

Banana Pancakes

Andy Barber Headcanon 18+ ONLY

Misc Characters:

I Am The Law (Dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader) 18+ ONLY

I’ve Got My Eyes On You (Dark! Jake Jensen x Reader) 18+ ONLY

Dark!Jake Jensen HC (18+ ONLY)

New Mascot (Ari Levinson x reader)

Soothe a Broken Heart (Nick Vaughan x reader)

Drunken Sin (Ransom x Reader) 18+ ONLY

HC Frank Adler x Reader

Grand Central (Nick Vaughan x reader)

Friendly Neighbors (Frank Adler x reader)

Soft!Dark Frank Adler Headcanon

Make A Wish (Frank Adler x reader)

#whisperlullaby masterlist

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helvelloides · 2 years ago

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Hello, Andie! :) this is in response to your reblog of my ask event I'm running today.

My ask today is to Maeve.

So, Maeve, what is your favorite thing about living in your world? If you could change ONE THING about it, what would it be?

What do you consider to be the most important thing about life?

What do you think the afterlife is, if anything (like, do you believe in reincarnation, etc)

If you were to run your own tumblr blog, what would it be like? What would you post about? What kind of aura would you try to give off?

Thanks for participating!

(Hello, hello!! Thank you for the ask, I'm so excited to be apart of this!!)

"Hello. Welcome in. Would you like some tea? No? Good. I didn't really want to make any, but Cyrus is always saying it's better to offer and be polite, or whatever. Anyways, whatever you're here for, you should get on with it before I lose interest."

So, Maeve, what is your favorite thing about living in your world? If you could change ONE THING about it, what would it be?

"My favorite thing about living in Little Willow? Heh, you've got to be joking, right? The people are shitty, there's nothing to do, and the woods-"

"Well, fine. If you really expect an answer, I suppose the library's alright. I could sit in there for hours just skimming through the old news articles."

"And if I could change only one thing? Well, I'm sure there will be an uproar from the old fogies just for saying this, but I'd burn those woods straight to the ground. They've always given me the creeps, and I know I'm not the only one."

What do you consider to be the most important thing about life?

"The most important thing about life? Well, I don't really know if I believe this myself, but my brother would say it's love. Hell, he'd probably go on this long, sappy tangent about it. Get all teary-eyed. The works. I really don't know, though. Because if love were all that important, then why is it always letting you down? I can count on one hand the amount of good things that have come from me loving something. So, I don't know."

"What? Why are you looking at me like that. I'm not some sad charity case you can cry over to make yourself feel better, you know. Speaking of charity, though. I guess money's pretty important. It'll be the thing that lets me get out of this godforsaken place eventually."

What do you think the afterlife is, if anything (like, do you believe in reincarnation, etc)

"I think it's got to be nice. It has to be, right? You wouldn't go through all this bullshit just to end up somewhere just as bad. Of course, I guess some people would say that's the point of hell, but I don't really think I believe in any of that. I just want there to be something nice at the end of it all. Because there are people who deserve it..."

If you were to run your own tumblr blog, what would it be like? What would you post about? What kind of aura would you try to give off?

"Oh, that's an easy one. Do you have any idea the amount of content I'd have just documenting all the stupid things my brother and his friends have done? They're always out there creating chaos for everyone in town. Not that I'm complaining. And who knows, maybe there are people out there who will be able to relate to the struggle of being related to one of the biggest idiots in the world."

"For real, though. I'd like to be a friend to those who need it, or at least be able to lend an ear to other's struggles. I don't think there enough people out there who truly give a fuck, and I do. I know, I really seem the type, don't I? Well, appearances can be deceiving."

"Now, if you're done asking questions. I've got to go if I want to be fashionably late to work. This was fun though, come by whenever you want. I might even mean it next time I offer you tea."

The Infected Woods Taglist (Ask to be added or removed): @sirius-xm @charlesjosephwrites @reeseweston @viridis-writes @mortallynuttyqueen @writinglyra @writinginslowmotion @princeofthecactus @stormharbors @ofbloodandflowers @sunhunger

Words written for this ask: 116

Total words written: 917

#asks #the great motivation experiment #ch. maeve reed #the infected woods #this was so much fun to do!!#i once again have to strong urge to actually work on tiw

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chris-continues · 3 years ago

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Ouran High School Host Club- AU

I made this piece for my friend, Andi! I don’t know if he has a tumblr, but this is for you man :))

(Also sorry if this sounds rushed/awkward, I haven’t watched ouran in a good while!)

I decided to write andi in as Haruhi, since I associate them with Haruhi a lot.

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Andi sighed, stretching their arms and exiting an apartment shared with their parents.

Today would mark a day at a new school. A rich kid school. Hell, they had to wear a suit! (Not that he was complaining, suits are cool.) Their usual morning routine became stricter with school, up early, dressed and cleaned, ready and prepped.

They thought of what was to come today.

Ouran Academy, the school of the filthy rich, was where they were attending.

Andi straightened their tie before running out the door.

…

The occasional exhaustion and excitement that came with the first day of school ending meshed together as Andi wandered the halls.

I’ll just get home a bit later. Maybe I can draw or something for awhile to calm myself down.

They would’ve gone to the library if they knew where it was, but for now they settled with finding any old empty room to allow them to relax.

“Music room 3… 3’s a good number.”

They opened the heavy door, rose petals whooshing past their face.

“Welcome to the host club!” Several cheery voices ringed out, “Why hello, your highness.”

A handsome guy with blonde hair gifted Andi’s hand a kiss, two salmon haired boys snickered to each other while a few others stood back.

Why the sudden touch? Who are these guys?

“The.. Host Club?”

Hosts are those guys that flirt with people if they pay them, right? But you can’t really have people pay you to be in a school club, is it different here?

“We profit off of our sales on merchandise. Do not worry, we haven’t publicly broken any regulations.” A male with dark hair and glasses spoke up, almost sensing Andi’s worries immediately.

He gives off a creepy vibe.. shiver..

“If it isn’t a new person!” Two voices peeped up.

One of the salmon haired boys with his hair parted to the left spoke: “We’ve been looking for some fresh meat!”

“Huhh.. so what’s your name?” Another, with his hair parted to the right squints at Andi.

“Uhm- Andi. Hi.” They awkwardly do a little wave.

I should really get out of here-

They ended up bumping into the blonde,

“Ah- sorry!”

More people spoke of the apparent mistake they had made,

“Into the boss?”

“Wow, that’s practically property damage!”

“Could we get them to pay us for that?”

The blonde stumbled back to a door,

“My apologies! Mamaaa! Get some tea for the commoner!”

Andi never thought they’d spend the afternoon on the first day of school talking to a whole club of people. Especially the blonde,

“My name is Tamaki Suoh, but you can address me as your knight in shining armor! What brings you to Ouran Academy?”

It was actually rather enjoyable.

A kind senior, Honey (and his very tall bodyguard Mori) had offered a few sweets to Andi. He didn’t mind indulging in some treats after making sure they didn’t have to pay for the snacks

“Oh uh, thank you Honey! I’m here because of the scholarship. And an exam program..” they twirled with their fork as they took a bite out of Angel food cake.

Delicious, fluffy, wow.

“I’m glad you seem to be enjoying the cake!” Tamaki was very lighthearted and easy to talk to, along with being a bit dramatic and a dork. Not that there was any negatives to that.

Andi tried to finish up a bite, wanting to continue conversation. “Mhm!” They wiped frosting from the corner of their lip.

“You’ve got some charm to you, don’t you?”

That was random. Is this what it’s like to talk to hosts?

“I mean, I’m just some guy…”

“GUY? Those are dirty boy words!” Tamaki’s arms wiggled like spaghetti as he had a tantrum.

How the hell do I react to this? Should I laugh, should I apologize should I-

A set of familiar voices made their appearance yet again.

“Don’t worry, he’s usually more stupid when we don’t have as many guests.”

“Hope you’re not around to see that, it’s hard to handle!”

“Especially when he grows mushrooms!”

Mushrooms? I have no idea what they mean…

More controlled (?) chaos ensues, but eventually, the day had to close.

“Oh, it seems we talked for the whole meeting! Your company was so amazing, your highness.”

“Just Andi is fine. I’ll uhh, see you tomorrow?”

“I’ll have Kyoya email you our club schedules, if you’d like to see- me- us again.” Tamaki smiled, going to bid the other members of the host club goodbye.

“Yeah!” Andi scurried off, holding their bag close to him nervously.

‘Huh, I guess that was an interesting experience.’

Andi’s thoughts pestered them as he walked home, but behind doors of the host club more thoughts arose.

“Didn’t the boss seem off to you?” Hikaru questioned Kyoya.

“Hmm. Maybe so. We’ll see how it all works out.”

#ouran host club #ouran hshc #ouran tamaki #tamaki suoh #anime#chris writes #ouran kyoya #kyoya ootori #mori ouran #ouran honey #hikaru #kaoru hitachiin

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zanetism · 4 years ago

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jandy news!

hello there! i don’t use tumblr much (i’m much more active on twitter) but i just wanted to share something with all the nowhere boys fans on tumblr!

so there’s a nowhere boys group chat on twitter, and back in january one of the people there joking said something like “hey, we should dm tony ayres and ask if any of the characters are lgbt.” so i did it.

and he responded

i wasn’t expecting this at all. i honestly thought he’d just ignore it because that’s what happened to my friend. but, there was no going back now, so i pressed further.

at this point, i was expecting to either be left on read or for him to say no.

but nothing could’ve prepared me for this response.

so, basically, jake and andy are canonically crushing on each other.

here’s the full screenshot, if you want it:

you’re welcome.

#nowhere boys #jake riles #andy lau #jandy

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andydrysdalerogers · 7 months ago

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Troublemaker ~ 3 ~ The Best Friend

He is one of the best goaltenders in the league. He's also hated by his teammates. He didn't mean to be a troublemaker but why not lean into it? There wasn't anyone to stop him.

Until he met her...

A Jeremy Swayman AU x OFC Stella Williams

Story Warnings: excessive drinking, SMUT!, an asshole Jeremy, angst

2nd A/N: Well, I had to take a moment to mourn the loss of our beloved goalie hugs. We'll miss you Linus!

Previous: "Fun" Decisions

Please note that I do not give permission for my work to be translated, reposted, or published anywhere other than my Tumblr. Reblogs are most welcome though!

Banners by me! Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist

The first two days of my “injury” was spent drunk in my apartment. I drank everything I had. I woke up on the third day to a ringing phone. Fuck does my head hurt. I reached for my phone and answered. “What?”

“Morning to you too, punk.” Its Linus. Fuck me.

“Morning,” I grumble.

“Just checking on you,” he replies.

“It's early, man. Couldn’t it have been check later?”

Linus sighs and I know he’s shaking his head. “It is later, Jeremy. It’s noon in Vegas. Which means its three PM in Boston.”

I pull my phone away from my head and check. Yep, it sure is three. I put my phone back to my ear. “So, it is.”

“Just tell me you aren’t drinking and driving.” I can hear the genuine concern in his voice.

“I promise, I’m not. I’ve been drinking by myself at home.” I get up gingerly and head to the kitchen for coffee. That’s when I notice all the bottles on the counter. “Shit.”

“What?”

Whoops, I didn’t mean to say that out loud. “Sorry, I’m just out of coffee. I’m gonna head to the coffee shop.”

“Ok, if you want to talk, just let me know.” Now he sounds sad. A sad Linus is depressing AF and I don’t want that. I never want that.

“Thanks bud. I’m ok right now. I promise, I’m being safe.”

“Try to get a workout in,” he says. “I’ll talk to you later.”

“Later.” I hung up and banged my head against the wall. Ow. I really do need coffee, but the kitchen is a mess. A mess I need to clean up after coffee. I shower and dress and head down the block to The Addicted. I love the name of the place. It's quiet since the morning rush is over. I order and sit in the back. With my hat and sunglasses, I don’t get recognized much. I’m checking out my calendar on my phone when the door chimes. I look up to see Stella Williams walking in, phone to her head.

“I am in public, so I am not discussing this again... You want to sleep around, go right ahead but it won’t be with me any longer.” She hung up with a sigh and ordered her coffee with an apology.

I’ve never really looked at Stella. My eyes were on Leia but now... now I see what I had been missing. While Leia was short and beautiful, Stella is not tall, maybe five-six, but she is gorgeous. She’s a light brown brunette with pale blue eyes, a compliment to her best friend’s espresso hair and green eyes. Her olive skin is flawless with a few freckles around her nose. As a trainer, I knew she was fit but in the yoga pants and hoodie she is wearing, I can tell she is a smoke show.

I try not to stare as she picks up her coffee and heads out. I watch as she walks away and wonder what her call was about. I thought about asking her to sit and talk, but I can’t at the moment. I need to get back home and clean up.

I decided to go out instead of drinking by myself. I also know that Mark has Andy and Linus on speed dial if I were to show up without them. Fuckers can’t even trust me on my own. So, I headed out to the south side of Boston. I went to a dive bar and ordered a whiskey. I look around. Its dark and dingy. I don’t expect to run into anyone here. Except for the brunette sitting at the end of the bar.

Stella.

I debated if I should go over there. She is obviously going through something if she missed the team road trip. She always flies with Leia but since Leia stopped flying a couple of months ago, she’s mostly kept to herself or with Andy and Luke. She was the only female on the training staff, so I had to guess that had a lot to do with it.

Ah fuck it. I threw back my drink, ordered another and sat one stool away from her. “Hey Stella.”

Her head snapped up and I got the full picture. Red eyes, blotchy skin, bottom lip bitten and swollen. “What are you doing here?”

“Stella, what’s going on?” Concern flooded my entire system. I’ve never seen her cry. Angry, yes but not this... broken. I watched as another tear rolled down her cheek. “Stella?”

“I thought you were injured,” she replied, wiping the tears from her face.

I looked away. “Not physically injured.” I took a sip and looked back at her. “Why aren’t you on the trip?”

She signaled the bartender, and he poured another shot of tequila for her. She threw it back and made a face before she answered me. “Well, when your co-worker decides to sleep with your boyfriend and you can’t do anything about getting rid of her from your workplace, you take a vacation right when they need you the most.” She gave a sad smile.

“Holy fuck.” I didn’t mean for that to come out. “That is a cluster, Stel.”

“Tell me about it.” She looked at me. “Wait, never mind. You’ve already fucked up with the best person in your life.”

I flinched. Ouch. Her statement is hit perfectly. But she isn’t wrong. Leia was the best person but not for me. I snort. “She had been Andy’s girl from the beginning, and it took them a stupid amount of time to realize it. I just took it badly.” I shake my head. “I regret a lot of things.”

Stella looked at me with big eyes. “You actually regret...”

I cut her off. “Yes, I do.” I threw back the rest of my drink. “She didn’t deserve my attitude and actions. Fuck, I didn’t know she was having a difficult pregnancy, and it kills me that I made it worse. She’s a sweet girl and she deserves the world and I hope that Barber gives it to her.”

We're quiet for a few minutes. “Why were you pulled from the trip?” The question comes from left field. “I mean, if you were injured, I would know about it.”

It’s my turn to take a moment before answering her. “I was drunk when I showed up to practice.”

She gasped. “Jeremy, why would you do that?”

“I didn’t do it on purpose. I just... I miss my teammates and they all ignored me because of the thing with Leia and it just got to me. So I went to a bar and met a girl but then I went back to my place, alone, and kept drinking. Linus woke me up and then I was late, but I still had booze breath.” I sigh. “Coach pulled me off of the trip and I’ve been drinking ever since. I didn’t go to the Red Line because Mark would rat my ass out.”

Stella was quiet for a few minutes. I ordered us another round. “Have you tried talking to her?” I shake my head. “Why not?”

“Do you actually think that Andy would be ok with me talking to her? Especially, now with her pregnancy? If I thought I could have a moment with her to just say sorry, I would. I know she won’t forgive me, but I have to apologize.”

Another silence.

“You’re not a bad guy, Swayman. Maybe a man whore but not a bad guy.”

I husk a laugh. “Thanks, I think.”

She stares at me for a second. “Would you do it? Be committed to someone?”

I think about it. “If I found the right girl, I would do everything I could to make sure I never made her cry.” I look at her when another tear escapes. “You want me to kick his ass?”

She laughed. “No, but thanks. I just want to forget him.”

I took a beat and thought of an idea. “I could help with that,” I say. She looks at me. “I’m just saying, use the man whore, I guess.”

“I don’t know where you’ve been, Swayman.”

“Oh fuck you, I’m responsible and I get tested because I’m not that big of an asshole.” I took another sip. She’s chewing her lips again, but now it's in apprehension, not anger. I pull it away gently. “Don’t do that. Wouldn’t want you to hurt those beautiful lips.” Her breath hitches at my words. I look into her pale blue eyes and tuck a lock of hair behind her ear, but I don’t stop touching her. I cup her cheek. “Beautiful.” I lean in and press my lips against hers.

She tastes like tequila and sunshine. I can’t explain it. She moans into the kiss, and I deepen it. One kiss was all it took for me to be addicted. I pull away gently, keeping my forehead pressed to hers. She blinks and open her eyes. “Why did you kiss me?”

“Because it looked like you needed to be reminded of what it feels like to be desired. Come home with me.”

She pulls back a little more. She finishes her shot. “Drinks are on you, pretty boy.” She extends her hand so I can take it.

I smirk and throw down some bills. “Anything you want, gorgeous.” I take her hand and lead her out. I go to hail a cab, but she stops me.

“Just for one night right? We’ll stay friends?”

I don’t how I feel about that but if this is all she can give me right now, I’ll take it.

“One night.”

We stumbled into my apartment, neither one of us wanting to let go of the kiss that started in the cab. I push her jacket off of her and she does the same. I finally separated us so I can get her shirt off of her fantastic body. “Oh fuck,” I whisper, staring at her tits as if I’ve never seen some before. She has on a pale green lacy bra on, showcasing her perfect tits.

“Like them, Sway?” She runs a hand over her body. I grabbed her wrist.

“This body is mine tonight,” I growl out. I spin her so my front is on her back. I ran my hands over her. She’s as soft as I predicted. I pull the strap of her bras down and kiss her shoulders and neck, listening to the little gasps and moans she’s letting out. My hands drift down to her jeans, and I open them up and let my fingers slide down into her panties. “Wet, gorgeous? Did I do that?”

“Yes,” she moans.

“Good.” I slowly pull her jeans and panties off and then run my hands up her legs, feeling her shiver. After they were off, I spun her around, so she faced me while I was still on my knees. “I want to worship you, gorgeous.” I kiss right over her pussy, and she moans softly, her head tilted back. I lay her back on the bed and hike her legs up so she’s nice and spread out for me. I stand to look over her.

“Jeremy, please,” she begs. I can see her pulsing and clenching over nothing. I get on my knees.

“Fuck, you smell delicious.” I flatten my tongue over her slit and moan. “Tastes delicious too.” I suck on her clit a little before running my tongue. She bucks up but I catch her and hold her to the bed. “Let me eat this delicious pussy, gorgeous. Did he do this? Did he make you feel good and cum on his tongue?”

“N-no,” she replies shakily. “He never...”

“That is a fucking travesty.” I fuck into her with my tongue, listening for the tall-tell sign that she is ready to let go. I let my thumb rub her clit softly. I don’t want to overstimulate her. Her cunt begins to squeeze my tongue and I pull away. “He’s an asshole and a moron if he didn’t taste this.” I smirk, “then again, I like that I’m the only one that’s been here.” I blew on the wet skin to make her shiver. “Cum, Stella.” I latched onto her clit as I shoved two fingers into her. She cries out as I feel her clamp down on my fingers and pulse around them. Her back is bowed, skin flushed. She has never looked more beautiful. I slow my movements before giving her pussy one last kiss and moving Stella higher on the bed.

Her gaze is glassy, but a soft smile is on her lips. “Fuck, you wrecked me.”

“Only a little, gorgeous.” I climb on top of her and kiss her so she can taste how sweet she is. “But I will fulfill that statement in just a moment.” I settle between her legs, my hands on either side of her beautiful face. “Let me worship you, Stella.”

“Yes,” she whispered. I rolled on a condom and then set myself at her entrance. I pushed in slowly. She stopped breathing as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

“Breathe, baby.”

“So big,” she gasped. I kept moving slowly, not wanting to hurt her. I didn’t do this with others. I was used to having it fast and rough. But with Stella, I wanted to savor it, make her feel good, brng her pleasure that she’s never had. She wasn’t just somebody. And I wasn’t sure when that changed but she is someone I wanted to hang on to.

When I finally bottomed out, I groaned in satisfaction. “You take me so well, gorgeous.” I pump my hips slowly, relishing her heat.

“Jermery,” she calls out, her nails digging into my back. I growled at the pain and just drove into her a little faster. “Oh God,” she cried.

“Not God gorgeous,” I said, kissing her hard. “Come on baby, let me feel you. So hot and wet I know you can soak me.” She moaned louder as I flipped us over, so she was on top. I guided her back down onto my cock, pushing up to make her scream. I took hold of her hips and forced her down on me. Her breast bounced in front of me, and I took a nipple in my mouth.

“I’m gonna cum,” she called out. I made her continue her pace as I let my thumb graze her clit. “Oh, fuck, Jer.” I don’t know why her calling me “Jer” made me lose my rhythm but now I was determined to have her cum all over me.

“Let go, gorgeous.” I thrusted up into her and rubbed her clit harder. “Ah fuck, Stel!”

I watched her crest the peak with a silent scream as I pushed my hips up and released into the condom. She collapsed onto me, and I caught her, twisting us so we would be on our side. Our breathing was labored but I reached to kiss her forehead. “You are a goddess.”

“You’re not so bad yourself, Sway,” she giggled.

I stared at her, basking in her beauty. I tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. “Stay,” I said.

“Ok,” she breathed. I pulled her into my arms and felt her breathing slowed as she drifted off to sleep.

My eyes blink open when the sunrise begins to filter in, bathing my room is soft yellow light. Something tickles my arm and I turn to see Stella sleeping next to me. I smile as I remember the feeling of her body beneath me, myself buried in her. We woke three times in the night, taking each other to the brink and back. She’s a rockstar, a goddess, a fiend.

I wanted to keep her.

She has a wave of hair in her face, so I gently tuck it back and kiss her shoulder. I get up, dragged on a pair of boxers and go to the bathroom. I smiled as I pull a new toothbrush from the drawer, along with a washcloth for Stella. As I am finishing brushing my teeth, I hear a cell go off. Shit, I didn’t want to wake her. I rush out and stop.

Stella is sitting up in my bed, with my shirt on, frowning at her phone as she types. “Morning, Gorgeous.”

She looks up at me and gives me a tight smile. “Morning.”

It's my turn to frown. “Stel, what’s wrong?”

She sighs. “Bret is standing on Leia’s porch.”

“What the fuck?” That fucker is the one guy I will always be pissed at. The way he left Leia and then never came back when he was told she was pregnant is despicable. “Why is he there?”

“Miranda says he wants to talk to her, and Leia is telling him to leave.” Her phone buzzes and she looks down. “Oh shit, he’s going to wait by his car until she talks to him, and Leia is freaking out.” Stella looks at me. “Can you come with me to get rid of this asshole?”

“Let me get dressed. You can keep the shirt, gorgeous.” I wink at her as I reach for a new shirt with a smirk.

She looks down at the shirt. “What am I going to tell Leia and Miranda?”

“Tell them that we were working on my hip at the gym.” I look at the clock and its 10 AM.

“That could work. I’m just gonna wash my face.

“I left a toothbrush for you on the counter.” She passes me and I stop her. I kiss her forehead and tug her bottom lip from her teeth. “I’ll take care of him, okay?”

“I don’t want anything to happen to Leia or the baby.” I can see the worry in her eyes.

“I promise nothing is going to happen, and I won’t make anything worse.” I watch her head into the bathroom, and I think about how I’m going to handle this. He’s maybe five-ten. I’ll just talk and let my 6-2 frame do the intimating.

And use this chance to start my apologies to Leia.

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Day 11: Walk the Dog - William ‘Ironhead’ Miller

Day 11: Walk the Dog- William ‘Ironhead’ Miller

This story was requested by @oldstuffnewstuff. Thank you so much for the request! I love writing for requests! Thank you for all the rebloggs, comments, and likes. :)

Also gonna tag @myathleteeggspizza for our love of William Miller.

November Writing Challenge Masterlist

Day 10: Used Tea Bags - Javier Pena

William ‘Ironhead’ Miller liked numbers. His whole life since leaving the military was run down to the exact second the way he wanted it too. He would wake up at 0600 daily, stretch for eight minutes, down his first cup of coffee, and go for an eight mile run through the park. Then he would return home, take a five minute shower, get dressed, drink a smoothie, fill his tumblr with coffee, and leave for the base at 0730 sharp.

Every single day was the same. But, that’s what someone with as many demons as he had needed. The structure and security of the same routine. Not one minute unaccounted for. Until the day he met her.

It was a chilly November morning when he first noticed her. She had on a black leggings, a maroon crewneck sweatshirt, black ankle boots, and hair in a messy bun atop her head. She was sitting at one of the unoccupied benches near the Veterans statue, reading aloud a book to a golden retriever lying quietly with her head in her owner's lap.

He faltered for a moment, and one minute became two, became three and when he looked down at his watch he cursed to himself. He was behind schedule. When he looked back up they were gone. He turned each direction frantically looking for the girl and the dog but they were nowhere to be seen. He wondered for a moment if he had only imagined it before the beeping of his watch drew his attention and he picked up the pace to make up for the lost time. Lost time, what a novel concept for a person who counted everything in his life.

The next morning when he entered the park he couldn’t help but look for them as he ran around the path. Keeping his eyes open for the golden retriever and her alluring owner. Will couldn’t help the pang of disappointment at missing them again. The routine remained the same day in and out for another week before Will began to give up hope about seeing them again. On Saturday after his run he came home and left at exactly 0730 again but this time he was meeting his old army buddies for breakfast at a diner across town.

The diner looked old fashioned amongst the new and shiny chrome buildings that had begun to pop up around town but it wasn’t the outside that mattered. Will walked in and the bells tinkled on the door to notify the wait staff, and he nodded at the familiar faces before finding his friends. He slid into the worn, cracked leather of the booth next to his brother, shaking the other two men's hands across the table.

The waitress came over and brought him a steaming mug of coffee, two packets of sugar, and one creamer before going back over to her other customers. Frankie pointed to the cup before back at Will, “you come here way too often if they know exactly how you take your coffee.”

“Every Saturday,” Will tells him smiling as he prepares his coffee, taking a sip of the liquid gold, “Gladys knows just the way I like my coffee, and my breakfast. Why ruin a good thing by going somewhere else?”

Frankie laughs at him, “Some people actually like to go out and try new things. Are you still doing the same routine every day and doing that counting thing?”

Will only nods before he’s interrupted by Gladys who takes their orders, not even bothering to ask Will before she goes off to put their order into the kitchen. “Thank you Glady!” Will shouts at her and she raises a hand in acknowledgment.

“So how the hell have you guys been?” Santiago asks over the rim of his mug.

Benny fills them in on his training, and his new girlfriend he met at a fight a few months ago. Frankie tells them all about the house he just bought and is slowly renovating and shows them some new pictures of his daughter Juliette, who just turned three the past month. Frankie made the single father life look flawless. Santiago was in town for the next two months on break from down in Columbia where he’d been helping the local military take down a drug lord. All of them had something new to share, something exciting, except Will.

“So what about you Will?” Santi gestures to him as they all dig into their breakfast.

Will cuts himself another piece of pancake off for himself before running it through the syrup, “The same shit as usual, run, work, eat, sleep. On Saturdays I come here for breakfast and on Tuesday and Thursday I help Benny with training and Friday night is usually fight night. Besides that nothing is new.”

“Youshouldgetadog” the words jumble together out of Benny’s mouth as he tries to talk through the French toast pouring from his mouth.

“Damn it brother chew your food and then talk,” Will laughs.

Benny swallows before trying again, “I said, you should get a dog.”

“A dog? Why the hell would I get a dog?” he asks.

“Just hear me out brother, you love routines right? You run every morning and it seems to me that your a little lonely, a dog could go running with you, and keep you company.”

Will contemplates the idea for a moment and his thoughts can't help but go back to the beautiful woman from the park with the golden retriever. “Yeah, maybe… do we even have any pet shops around here?”

“Fuck pet shops,” Frankie tells him, “you need to go to the humane society and get a rescue dog, they are the best. Juli and I will even go with you, she would love to see all the dogs. How about 1300 today?”

Will thinks for a moment before agreeing, “ok...but just to look. I don’t know if I am ready for a dog yet.”

“Ok I’ll meet you there with Juli and we can go look at the dogs, but I wouldn’t be surprised if you go and fall in love with one and take it home today.”

Will scoffs, “Sure.”

When Will pulls his black 2014 Ford truck into the parking lot he feels slightly overwhelmed by all the animals running about. There is a large fenced in yard with exactly fifteen dogs of various shapes and sizes. When Frankie pulled into the spot next to him, he began to feel more at ease with a familiar face and when Juli came running full speed at him he couldn’t help the smile that broke across his face.

“Uncle WIll!!” Juli screamed tackling him into a hug.

He swung her up into his arms and she squealed, “hello sunshine! How’s my favorite girl doing? Are you keeping your daddy busy?”

“Of course! Daddy told me we're gonna help you find a puppy today? Can we get one too daddy?” She leans back in Wills arms and pouts at her father who crosses his arms.

“I get the impression you and her had this discussion before you came today?” Will asks laughing at the exasperated expression on Frankie's face.

“More than once,” Frankie nods to him before taking the toddler back, “Sweetie we talked about this, we are not getting a dog today, just Uncle Will.”

Her face morphs into a pout and both men can feel the beginning of a tantrum coming so they deflect, “Let’s go sunshine! Don’t you want to see all the dogs?” Will leads the way into the shelter and when the bell dings as he crosses the threshold he stops. Frankie runs into his back before pushing the rest of the way inside.

Sitting at a worn desk is the woman from the park. She’s wearing overalls with a white shirt covered in pink and yellow flowers. Her hair is pulled into a bun on top of her head but three long strands have slipped out and are dangling in front of her face. She’s wearing dark rimmed glasses, and has her nose buried in a book. On the ground under the desk, sticks out a wet black nose of a golden retriever snoring.

Will coughs lightly to draw her attention and she snaps her head up and seems slightly startled. “Oh hello! I-” she puts her bookmark in her book and the dog rises to its feet, noticing the new arrivals, “Welcome to the Dog House, uhm how can - how can I help you today? She stumbles over her words, and a blush rises up her neck.

“Hhh-uhm hi,” Will’s arm rises up and he scratches the back of his head, “Dog...I’m looking for a dog.” He can’t keep his eyes off her. The girl he had spent the last couple weeks thinking about, was right in front of him.

She giggles, “Well then you’ve come to the right place, I’m Andy, you can follow me.”

Will follows her like a lost puppy...no pun intended. Frankie just watches the two of them, smiling to himself. It’s obvious that Will likes this girl the way he’s acting if only he could see her looking at him the same way. Frankie keeps his thoughts to himself and follows behind the two.

“What kind of dog are you looking for? Something big? Small? Athletic? Lazy? We have all kinds here.” she asks, gesturing around to the cages as she leads them to a small enclosed area outside.

“I like to run, in Aveley Park over on 140th street, and I would like a dog to run with. I’m Will by the way,” he offers her his hand. When they touch they both feel a surge of electricity and they don’t let go, continuing to shake hands until Frankie not so subtly clears his throat.

She blushes deep red, and quickly drops his hand smiling shyly at him, “That’s where I like to go with Benny! We go almost every morning for a walk and then I usually read. My sisters have been in town the last couple weeks so we’ve been going in the evenings lately but they’re gone now so maybe I will see you some morning.”

“Oh uhmm, whose Benny?” Will asks, he didn’t notice a boyfriend last time he saw her.

“Oh my dog!” she gestures to the dog that has been slowly following between them.

From behind, Frankie lets out a snort. Will glares at him before meeting your confused expression. “Benny is my brother's name…I guess he and the dog have some things in common. My brother is kind of like a lovable golden retriever.”

She laughs out loud, and it’s the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard and he’s desperate to hear her laugh again. “Well maybe your Benny and my Benny should meet someday.”

“I would like that,” Will tells her, smiling.

The two just stand there smiling at each other like two lovesick fools when Frankie puts down Juli who's been squirming in his arms. She toddles over to the dog and begins gently petting his head, his eyes close and his tail wags and everyone laughs watching the adorable toddler and the dog.

“Ok,” she slaps her hands together, “athletic dogs, good for running…”

“Maybe one a little older?” Will hesitantly asks, “I don’t run as fast as I used to.”

“You know I think I have the perfect dog for you,” she walks over to the kennel and comes back with a gorgeous chocolate lab. Will drops to his knee and gestures for the dog to come and sniff him and he does so without a second thought.

“What’s his name?” Will asks looking up at her.

“Tom.”

Will freezes and in his peripheral he sees Frankie frozen too, both of their eyes are on the dog. “What’s his name?” Will whispers.

“His name is Tom, they found him wandering around six months ago, they think someone left him. He’s house trained, and very well behaved. We-what’s wrong? You both look like you’ve seen a ghost…” She looks between Will and Frankie.

Frankie sniffs, “our old army buddy, he passed away a few years ago...his name was Tom.”

“Oh...oh I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to bring up any bad memories.”

“I’ll take him,” Will tells her quickly, “how do I adopt him?”

“Oh that’s wonderful! Come inside with me and we will get the paperwork all filled out, you can pay the $25 fee and he’s yours,” she places a leash around Tom and hands him to Will. When their hands brush he burns from her touch and she pulls her hand back. It’s not one sided. Juli and Frankie follow behind. Juli is more excited then everyone when Uncle Will tells her the dog is coming home with him. Just thirty minutes later and Will is the proud owner of a new dog. Frankie takes Juli outside to strap her into the car seat and head home.

“I hope I’m not too forward, but maybe one morning we could go running together...I go for a walk there every morning like I said but for the right partner I could be persuaded to start running in the mornings.”

“Actually...I would like to walk the dog with you tomorrow morning if you're free... it’s hard to get to know someone when running...then maybe I could take you out for breakfast?” Will feels as nervous as the first time he gave a speech.

“Yes,” she doesn’t hesitate, “yes, I would like that very much.” She slips a piece of paper from her back pocket with her phone number on it, “I was kind of hoping you would ask. I wrote it as soon as you decided on the dog.”

He laughs before taking the paper from her fingers, sliding the number into his pocket. He gently grasps her hand and presses a light kiss to her knuckles. “I can’t wait till tomorrow morning,” he tells her before walking backwards out the door.

Frankie has already left with Juli and he loads Tom into the front seat of the truck, before getting into the driver's seat and buckling his seat belt. He pulls out onto the road and sits at the stop sign, Tom crawls across the seat and places his head in Will’s lap. He puts his head gently, before pulling out to go home, thinking about tomorrow with one beautiful girl, and two dogs.

Day 12: It evaded me-

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chuckbass-love · 4 years ago

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Hey! Chris x reader slow burn? I don’t have a clear idea but.. just slow burn, OMG.

I’ve not done much slow burn. I mean my Andy series was kinda, my Ransom fic was and my new ransom series has been kinda. But yeah i love this. Slow burn is some of my fave stuff to read.

Reader is going to be a singer/actress in this!

I hope you love this as i’m feeling very insecure about it. Let me know, feedback is always welcome.

Disclaimer: My work is not to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warning: Slow burn, fluff and smut...MAYBE 😉

Word Count: 5,694

Summary: You and Chris are about to become co-stars in a new movie. You meet him when you attend the Oscars and from the second your eyes meet, a crush develops on both parts. But it’s not as easy to admit your feelings.

GIF NOT MINE!!! Credit to @itsagentromanoff go check them out ❤️

Worth The Wait

As an actor, Chris Evans is used to women fawning over him and pretty much throwing themselves his way. He’s got the ladies right where he wants them. He’s no heartbreaker, not intentionally anyway but he has been around the block a couple times.

When it comes to you on the other hand, your the polar opposite. You’ve only had one serious relationship. Sure guys ask you out or slide into your DM’s but you pay them no mind. You prefer to focus on your career.

You’re currently on track to release some new music. You’re also preparing to start shooting scenes for a new movie in the next couple of months. A romance movie. As soon as you got the part you found out about who would be your love interest. It’s Chris Evans.

As an actress and a woman in the industry, you obviously know who he is, you don’t live under a rock. He’s been in lots of movies that you’ve seen. He’s also very handsome, you can’t deny that. But you won’t be the one to fall at his feet. That isn’t your style. You prefer the subtle approach.

Tonight is the first time that you’re attending the Oscars and to say that you’re nervous would be the understatement of the century. It’s a day in the hairdressers chair with a makeup artist in the afternoon and a nail tech too. Your dress is at your house, hung up on the rack ready to put on last minute.

“So what are we going for today?” your hairdresser asks, you show her some images and she gets to work on what you requested. It has to be perfect. You have to make a good impression.

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4:30pm

Makeup done, nails done, hair done. Time for the finishing touch, your dress.

Your car pulls up to your house, ready to take you there, the nerves are flooding your body but you have your best guy friend with you, Jason. He’s your date tonight.

“Calm yourself, you’ll be fine” he’s always reassuring you whenever your anxiety hits full force.

“I just don’t know what to expect” he rests his hands over yours before handing you a glass of champagne.

“Get this down you, it’ll help” you can’t help but giggle, taking the glass and drinking all of the contents in it.

Whether you’re ready or not for the red carpet, you’re here. No turning back.

As you step out, your friend helps you. You’re wearing a full length red dress with black heels. You’re bombarded with flashes and shouting. Photographers calling for you to look their way.

You walk onto the carpet, posing with your friend when you stop for the cameras. He wraps his arm around you and you smile as he whispers in your ear about all the camera men getting excited thinking that you two are a couple. He already knows the questions that you’re going to be asked.

‘Is he your boyfriend?’

‘How long have you been together?’

You have the perfect response ready if that happens. He steps out of your way briefly so you can get some solo pics taken, this isn’t actually that bad. Posing for the cameras that is. It’s quite annoying with everyone shouting at you to look at them but aside from that, you’re enjoying it.

As you walk further up the carpet you hear everyone screaming “CHRIS OVER HERE”

It’s Chris Evans. The leading man for your new movie. He looks good. More than good. He’s hot. But you won’t let that show.

Chris pulls Scott back to him when they finish taking solo pictures. Ready to take more with them two together. Scott starts laughing at something the photographers say before noticing Chris not paying attention.

“Earth to Chris” he snaps his fingers in his face, following his eye line, that’s when he discovers what’s got his brother so distracted, or should he say who.

You’re stood there, laughing your head off with a guy, your smile is the type of smile that has everyone around smiling along with you.

It’s infectious, just like your laugh. You look absolutely gorgeous.

He knows exactly who you are, he’s heard your music and the movies you’ve done. He also knows that you’re playing his love interest for his new upcoming movie. Now he’s seen you in person he can tell he’ll have no trouble with intimate scenes.

He watches you until he feels Scott tugging at his arm and just before he looks away, you look up, your eyes meet. For a split second.

And in that second, he feels something. A crush developing. It sounds crazy, he doesn’t even know you but he feels some type of way.

Your eyes meet his blue ones, only for a second but it has your heart beating fast. He really is beautiful. You’re looking forward to working with him.

All of the celebrities make their way into the building ready for the event to start, you’re guided to your table.

You’re sitting with the man himself. It’s like there’s a god up there plotting all of this, forcing you together. You can’t complain though.

“So, you’re Y/N then?” he pipes up, rubbing his hands together before lifting a glass to his pink lips, they look so soft. You wonder what it would be like to kiss them. But remember, you need to keep it subtle.

“Yeah, i heard i’ll be working with you soon” he nods his head “Indeed, i look forward to it” Scott and your date look back and forth between the two of you, the chemistry is painfully obvious between you and Chris.

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Since both of your plus ones have left to go to the toilet, he moves over to sit next to you. Not caring about how it looks to everyone around.

“How long have you and Jason been together?” you can’t help but giggle, you knew people would assume things.

“He’s not my boyfriend, he’s my best friend. I’m single by the way if that’s what you were trying to find out” he sighs at his failed attempt.

He can’t believe that you just sassed him. It makes him like you more. He’s intrigued, he wants to find out more. Whether that’s going to be possible in this setting is the one question on his mind. That and the question of asking you for your number before the others come back.

“Listen, i don’t usually do this but since we’re going to be working together anyways. I just wondered if maybe i could get your number. We can try and find time to hang out, get to know each other a bit better before shooting starts” you bite back the smile that tugs at the corners of your mouth, giving him your best poker face.

“I mean, i suppose that could be handy. Sure” your voice normal, your facial expressions are dead serious as you type your number into his iPhone.

He grins as he moves back to his seat and minutes later Scott and Jason return. They both take their seats and the show resumes. Cameras are rolling so you try your best to look good in case you’re caught in the footage, checking yourself out in your pocket mirror quickly.

This night is going really well so far.

You like Chris of course you do, he’s handsome, charming and polite. But as much as you’re looking forward to kissing him and getting close you have to admit that he’s not your usual type. You also have your reservations about ever going there with him if he tried it.

You don’t date co stars, not whilst you’re filming with them anyways. It’s unprofessional, a rule you’ve not broken so far but will he make it difficult for you? That’s another thing entirely.

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It’s a Wednesday afternoon and you’re chilling at home today. Shooting for your movie starts next weekend and you’re taking all the time you can to work on some new music and take some much needed pamper time.

You sit there in your studio, writing lyrics and figuring out a beat when you hear your phone ringing. There’s a huge pile of sheet music in the way, you start moving it to find your phone sat there. Chris’s name on the screen.

“Hello” you greet

“Well hello to you too, someone sounds very happy to hear from me” he chuckles, making your heart flutter.

“Oh, can’t you tell, i’m jumping up and down from all the excitement” he can’t hold back his laughter, trying to stop it so he can actually speak.

“What are you up to today?”

“Currently, i’m song writing. Yourself?” he hums in response “not a lot, i was wondering if you wanted to try and hang out? Get to know each other, shooting starts next weekend and i barely know who i’m going to be kissing” he’s cheeky and very flirtatious, you gotta give him his props. He knows how to woo the ladies. But you’re not buying any of this. He probably does this with all of this leading ladies.

As much as you want to swoon and give in, you have to stay professional and protect your heart. He’s dangerously handsome, the dream personality that every girl wants a guy to have. He’s perfect but you could get hurt if you step over that line.

You decline his invite, making an excuse about getting this song done. He sounds quite sad as he hears your rejection.

“Well, i guess i’ll leave you to it then. Maybe we can do it another time” you agree, hanging up the phone.

You feel silly for declining his invite. But you have stuff to do, you also know that if you start hanging out, you’ll catch feelings.

Little do you know, catching feelings for one Chris Evans is inevitable. It’ll sneak up on you.

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“Chris and Y/N to set please” the director shouts, summoning the two of you. It’s your first scene with him. He spots you and smiles as you get closer.

“Oh if it isn’t miss unavailable” he mocks, you shove him playfully “Or maybe i was just trying to shake you off” he rolls his eyes. You both check over the script before the cameras start rolling.

Your character is sat in a cafe when his character strolls in with his friends. He looks around when his eyes fall on you. You’re sat there reading a book, sipping at your coffee when you hear them all making a bunch of loud noises.

You look up and your eyes meet and in this moment, it doesn’t even feel like acting. It feels real.

“You guys go ahead, i’ll catch up” he practically rushes his friends out of the door before sitting across from you.

“Wait, people actually read nowadays?” you scoff at his attempt to be funny, finishing up your drink and packing your stuff away.

Just like in real life, he can’t catch a break with you. You aren’t giving him the time of day.

“I didn’t mean to offend you” you roll your eyes, turning back to him.

“If you think some comment about books is going to offend me then let me just say that you’ll have to work a lot harder” you storm out of the building, away from him.

The director yells cut. You head over to him for some feedback. He seems very happy with how the scene worked out. He gives a couple of tips for the next scene. He wants your character to bump into Chris’s character at work, leading him to mock you and get cocky about you stalking him.

You take a couple of sips from your water bottle before continuing. Shooting the next scenes. He keeps messing up, causing you to be there longer. Shooting the same one over and over. Next take he gets it, you don’t mess up once. You feel quite smug about it. He’s the professional, you’re the amateur and he’s the one messing up his lines. How ironic.

It’s time for a break, you head back to your trailer, sitting down and flicking through your phone. You hear a knock on your door. “Come in” you call out, he enters.

“Following me around i see” you giggle

“Nice sarcasm. Very funny. Have i done something wrong?” you furrow your brows in confusion.

“No, why?” maybe your stand offish attitude and poker face expression has clearly been too good.

“You just seem really off with me. Rejecting any invitation i made to hang out last week. Rushing off set when they called for a break. Seems like you don’t want to be around me” you shrug him off.

“There’s no issue, i didn’t mean to give that impression. It might just be my nerves. I’m sorry” you feel awful. You never intended to take your professionalism too far. Clearly you’ve come across as a stuck up bitch. Like you’re too good for him, that’s not the case.

“It’s cool. Look if it helps with the nerves, i was the same when it came to Captain America. I almost turned the role down and missed out on it because of my anxiety. But you just gotta take a deep breath and remind yourself that you’re here because you’re talented and clearly the best woman for the role”

You feel taken back by him. He’s really down to earth. A quality you didn’t expect to be real in him. You’ve seen interviews and heard lovely things about him before but a lot of celebrities have a way of acting one way in public and another behind closed doors.

That very clearly isn’t the case for him. He’s real. Genuine and very soft in person.

The fact that he took the time to come and see if you were okay and to squash any tensions. He didn’t have to but he did. It’s nice and endearing to see.

“Thank you, honestly i appreciate it. I’m just a bit off my game. I’ve not done much in terms of movie roles and this is only my 3rd role so i’m trying to get better with nerves” he flashes you a reassuring smile before standing up.

“I’m going to get some snacks, you coming?” you throw your phone in your bag and head out with him, accepting his offer this time.

“So what music are you working on?” he asks, shoving some fruit into his mouth.

“Just music, i don’t want to give too much away and risk boring you with the details” he waves it off “you could never be boring” your cheeks heat up but you continue to eat to ignore it.

“Seriously, you can’t just sing me something?” he begs, giving you his best puppy dog eyes.

“Guess you’ll have to wait for that Evans”

“What’s your deal anyways?” you ask as you finish up with your food and head back to set.

“What do you mean?” you shrug “your relationship status duh. I mean i think i’ve shared a lot with you today. It’s your turn” he nods “I’m single unfortunately. 39 and still single, quite pathetic i know” you stop walking, turning to him.

“Dude, snap. You’re not pathetic don’t worry. I feel the same occasionally being 28 and still single when all my friends have kids and are married but it happens. Love works in mysterious ways. It’ll happen when it’s supposed to”

It’s true. As much as you feel lonely, you know things will fall into place soon. So you try not to stress to much.

You get back to set and continue with filming. It’s gonna be a long day.

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You make your way back to the trailer, preparing to get some sleep but you feel your phone buzz when you pull the covers over you.

‘I can’t sleep, fancy watching a movie?’

This screams trouble. You already spent some time with him off set today.

Fuck it.

‘Sure, come over?’

You don’t get a response but a knock at the door distracts you.

“You brought snacks” you chirp, spying the chocolate in his hands. He walks in, kicking his shoes off and making his way to the bedroom area.

“Someone’s making themselves at home” he grabs the remote, flicking through your Netflix that you set up on the tv.

“How about a horror” you suggest, he agrees and clicks on IT.

You both sit there, chatting whilst barely watching it.

He tells you about his dog Dodger, showing you pictures and videos of his cute pup.

“I just want to cuddle him, he’s the cutest” you coo as you urge for him to show you another. You move closer to him, a bit too close as you watch.

Once the video finishes you look at him, realising that your face is inches away from his. You instantly back away. Almost as if his presence gives you an electric shock.

“Longest relationship” way to change the subject.

“6 years” you respond, the memories of it all come back. He motions for you to elaborate.

“The relationship wasn’t all bad. It was good for the first year or two. Then it just got boring, we both stayed because we got comfortable. Relaxed. I guess It was easy to be with someone who despite me not loving him, we both knew one another inside out and there was no need to make too much effort. Eventually we both realised that it had to end. There was no hard feelings, we’re still friends. He’s married now with a son”

You feel a little sad that he managed to find his soul mate, his person. the woman he truly loves. And yet you’re stuck in this rut.

“How about you?” you change the subject before he can comment on how bothered you look.

“5 years, it wasn’t a bad break up either just didn’t work out i guess. It happens and now here i am. Single too. Just going about my life. Wondering if i’ll ever marry and have kids” he chuckles, you can see the embarrassment in his face. The way he’s looking down to avoid your eyes.

He feels a sense of sadness too. He wants a family, this isn’t new information. You’ve seen the interviews. He’s always said he wants a big family. But he’s still alone and no closer to achieving that.

The more you talk to him, the more you like him. He’s so genuine and sweet. He’s got a heart of gold, you can see it so easily. Not a bad or mean bone in his body.

Why on earth is he single?

He’s the dream boyfriend, the guy that pretty much most girls want. He’s sensitive, romantic and sexy.

This will forever be a mystery after tonight. You feel like you know each other inside and out now.

It’s nice.

As time ticks by, it’s getting later. It’s now midnight and you’re focusing on the movie, you turn to make a joke about one of the scenes but he’s fast asleep next to you. You throw some of the duvet over him before lying down yourself and turning the tv off.

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The sunlight almost blinds you, forcing you awake. You desperately reach to shut the blinds but a voice stops you dead in your tracks.

“Wakey wakey” It’s Chris.

“We’re needed on set in half an hour. So get up sleepy head” he teases, throwing a pillow at you. You jump up out of bed, chasing him with said pillow. Ready to throw it back to him.

“Oh you are a grumpy one in the mornings. I shoulda known” you can’t even be mad, he’s so positive and smiley. You just toss the pillow to the ground and head to shower.

You step out to find him in the lounge area, coffee cups in his hands. He hands you one.

You check the time to see you have 15 minutes left to get ready. You waste no time in downing your coffee and rushing to change before heading out with him to hair and makeup.

The women both get to work on the two of you. Chris starts cracking jokes and playing music to lighten everyones mood. It works.

You only have two scenes today before you’re free to do whatever you want. Chris however has 4 scenes.

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You finish the final one, you messed up a couple times but it’s all good. It was just a mixture of nerves and not remembering lines. You soon perfected it though.

A smell of bacon and fresh fruit fills your nose. Food time. You head into the kitchen to grab some and halfway through, Chris joins. He plonks himself down on the bench opposite you, a huge grin plastering his face.

“What do you want?” your voice laced with suspicion “nothing just wanted to eat my lunch with my new best friend” you giggle, stuffing pineapple in your mouth and starting a conversation with him about politics.

He’s really into his politics and you figured you should get into it too. You should really start paying attention and taking an interest in what’s happening around you.

He gets onto the topic of his new project A Starting Point. Telling you all about it and everything he has planned for it. It’s refreshing to hear. A guy that’s sexy, smart, sensitive and romantic. He really is the full package.

If Chris is being honest with himself, he has a huge urge to kiss you right now. The way you’re taking an interest in his new project, asking him questions and really making an effort. It’s a turn on for him for sure. A huge one. It’s obvious that he’s attracted to you, everyone can see it. Everyone but you that is.

You’re not showing any signs of reciprocating the same feelings or even that you’ve noticed how he feels. But that’s what makes him like you more. You’re so chill around him. You treat him like a normal person not a celebrity. You want to know normal things rather than about his career as an actor.

“I can’t believe you saw me in the morning, i must have looked rough” you laugh, covering your face with your hands.

“You could never look rough so shush. You looked cute” you feel your cheeks heat up at his compliment. You can’t help but feel shy.

He’s saying all the right things.

This crush is going to be the death of you.

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Filming has flown by. You’re on your last two days and you feel emotional. The only scenes that are left are the intimate ones. The sex scenes. It’s daunting to film but you have to face it head on.

Your crush on Chris and his crush on you has really developed. You’ve spent weeks flirting non stop but nothing much has come of it. Just that you’ve gotten closer. It’s friendship only as far as you both know. Neither one of you have admitted these secret feelings. Both of you unaware of the other feeling the same.

You walk onto set ready to face this scene head on. He flashes you a reassuring smile as you start the scene at the directors call.

“Can you ever forgive me”

“I don’t know”

“What if i was extra nice from now on”

He stalks closer to you, his hands snaking around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

He lowers his head down, kissing at your sweet spot, biting too. A soft moan escapes your lips and he stops. He lifts his head, his eyes meet yours and a smile grows on both of your faces.

The director yells cut and you both have a quick drink before resuming.

No direct kissing happens yet, just some teasing neck kisses and flirtatious comments.

Once the day draws to a close you head back to your trailer, not realising that Chris is hot on your heels.

You shut your trailer door but it opens again. He rushes in like there’s an emergency.

“You okay?”

“I’m good, i just wanted to talk to you about the scenes that we’re doing tomorrow”

You gesture for him to take a seat, you sit down beside him, letting him talk.

“They are quite intimate and raunchy should i say, i just want to make sure that you’re comfortable with doing that with me”

This is cute. He cares to check that you’re comfortable.

You reassure him that you are.

“Chris it’s fine. Thank you though, i appreciate this. But i’ll have no trouble doing those scenes with you” your eyes widen. Way to put your foot in it.

His eyes meet yours, a questioning look on his face but you find a way to change the subject.

You escaped that one by the skin of your teeth. He’s bound to bring it up again.

Hopefully he doesn’t.

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Final day of filming has just begun. The scenes are seconds away from starting.

Your character and Chris’s character are sitting on a couch. The energy right now has your pussy quite literally throbbing. He smells so good and he looks even better.

“You know the effect you have on me right” he says, barely above a whisper.

“Why don’t you prove it”

He picks you up, pulling you onto him to straddle his lap. His hands rest on your waist before gliding to grip your ass.

Another moment where you don’t think this is going to be acting for you.

This is all you’ve wanted since you met the guy.

“You sure?” you nod your head in response to his question before he crashes his lips to yours. You can see fireworks.

It’s passionate, all consuming and he’s quite literally taking your breath away.

You continue to make out, moving positions so he’s standing up, carrying you. He leads you to the bed in the same room. As he lays you down, he breaks from the kiss, looking at you like he’s looking into your soul.

The director yells cut and you both pause to get feedback before continuing. The heat between the two of you is evidently clear. It’s not acting. It’s real. It’s like all of the flirting and sexual tension has built up and is finally coming out in this scene. At least the chemistry will be believable to the viewers.

Once you finish the scene. It’s a wrap.

You’re relieved. The last couple months has been pure torture. Acting with him. Fighting urges and temptations.

Everyone claps as you all hug.

You have one more night in the trailer before heading home tomorrow.

It’s not a boring night though, you’re too distracted over that kiss earlier to care about being in complete darkness.

You fall asleep shortly after, eager to get back to L.A.

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It’s home time and you bend down trying to shut your suitcase. A couple of groans and sex like sounds escape your mouth.

“Knock knock. Oh shit” he chuckles, stepping inside to find you bent over, packing.

You stand upright, turning immediately.

“Sorry did i interrupt something?” he holds his hands up “not at all. Just this suitcase testing my patience” he walks over kneeling down to help.

“Sit on it for me” he instructs, you listen, sitting down.

He starts pulling at the zip and it budges slightly but not properly. He pulls harder and as he’s leaning back he bumps into you, knocking you backwards and onto the floor. You burst into a fit of laughter. He kneels down next to you to help you.

You’re a ball on the floor, laughing and snorting as you try to get up, you fail and probably look ugly but to him you’re beautiful. He brushes a strand of hair out of your face, bringing you back down to earth. You sit up and eventually zip your suitcase up.

You turn to walk away but he pulls you back to him.

Chest to chest. Eyes locked on his. His breath fans your face. He smells incredible.

“I um, should probably get going. My ride is here” you gulp. His hand rests on your waist before his grip loosens.

His time is up.

“If you ever want to hang out though, we don’t live far from each other. It won’t be hard to keep in touch” he starts but you finish it “sure, i’d like that” and with that, you leave him standing there alone.

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You’ve been back in L.A for a week now, still no text from him. It is what it is though, he doesn’t owe it to you.

The day goes quickly. You lounge around the house all day, bored with nothing to do. That’s when your phone buzzes.

‘Fancy hanging out? I’m going out of my mind here’

‘Sure’

He offers to pick you up, to hang out at his place. He can’t leave his dog alone. You give him your address and wait for him to arrive, setting your alarms and running out to meet him. He had a lot of security to get past just to get to your house. Luckily with him being famous too, he has the same precautions in place.

You get into the his car and head back to his place. The chat on the way is mostly about what you’ve both been up to and turns out you’re both massive introverts and have done sweet fuck all.

It doesn’t take long to reach his place. Just as he pulls into his garage he warns you about Dodger.

“Just so you know, he’ll be hyper. I’ve not had anyone over in a while. Especially a woman” you shake it off and the second you step foot into his house Dodger comes running, jumping up and tackling you until you fall to the floor.

You don’t care though, you love dogs. And Dodger is just the cutest ever.

He licks your face and you pet him, settling him.

“Dodge, come on boo boo” he whistles and the excited pup sits, wagging his tail.

“He’s all good don’t worry. I had dogs growing up. I’m used to it” he leads you to the kitchen, offering you a drink to which you decline.

You start wondering through his house, not realising that he’s following closely behind.

“You’ve got such a nice house you know”

“I tried with the decor but had to call Scott in for help”

“It’s nice th-”

“I’m sorry i can’t do this” he let’s out a deep breath.

“Do what?”

You get closer and he crashes his lips to yours.

You kiss him back, your arms wrapping around his neck loosely. His hands fall to your ass again.

His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, nudging you to part them and make way for him. You happily oblige. The kiss soon gets heated. He taps the back of your thighs. You jump and he starts walking, carrying you to what looks like his bedroom. He lays you down onto the bed.

You break away, panting.

“That was so worth the long wait. God i’ve wa-”

You pull him down by the collars of his shirt, connecting your lips back to his. His hands lift your shirt off before removing his own. Your hands fiddle with his belt buckle, rushing to get him naked. He spots your need, standing up to help you out.

As he does, you rid yourself of your clothes, laying there in nothing but your panties.

He looks down, examining you. In complete awe of the sight.

“Please” you beg, he slides your panties off.

He knows what you want, he doesn’t have to even guess.

This is just what you wanted. From day one.

All the sexual tension is coming out to play. He slides a condom down his hard length, sliding into you straight away.

Your pussy stretches around him, making room.

He’s the biggest you’ve ever had that’s for certain.

“Feel good?” he asks, you hum, wrapping your legs around him.

“You’re so tight baby” he grunts, picking his pace up slightly. You pull him down and kiss him before breaking away and propping yourself up on your elbows, watching as his cock disappears inside of you.

It feels so amazing. You don’t ever want it to end.

“God, just like that. Fuck” you bite at your bottom lip, your eyes locked on his as he fucks you. He kisses your leg as he holds them up.

Soon enough, as you’re getting used to the mind blowing pleasure, he switches things up.

He flips the two of you over so you’re straddling him.

You start bouncing up and down, grinding as he bottoms out. He pulls you down so he can take matters into his own hands.

His pace picks up again, getting quicker than before.

“Shit” you groan, head falling into the crook of his neck.

“Come on baby, cum for me” he encourages, whispering naughty things to you as he holds your body like it was made just for him.

“Oh god Chris” your pussy starts to throb, your walls flutter around him. You’re falling over that edge, that sweet release consuming you.

“Just like that baby. I’m right behind you” and with that. He twitches and groans. His mouth falls open as he reaches his.

He looks so sexy like this. You’re both naked and vulnerable.

This isn’t like any sex that you’ve had before. This was romantic and intimate. It was sexy and nasty too at some parts. It was perfect.

“You know, i’ve wanted to do that since that night at the Oscars” you chuckle, agreeing with him.

“Me too. I’m glad we didn’t though. Clearly all of that build up helped us act better” you both burst into laughter. You’re not wrong.

You don’t know where this leaves you but for now you just want to live in the moment.

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Hello! I have three things to tell you: 1) You're the best and I'm happy to know you! 2) I wonder when did you start writing on Tumblr 3) I would like to request you a story with Zsaszmask and their son Andrew when they are not very happy to discover that their "little boy" hangs out with Harley. Humor and fluff would be nice! Thnks in advance and have a nice day!

Sacrifices | Roman Sionis x Victor Zsasz | ZsaszMask | KidFic

1) Thank you so much, I’m happy to know you as well! <3 2) Actually, I only started last year in early November! After having taken a break from writing altogether for 4 years, I got back into it with ZsaszMask fics and then thought to write Reader ones as well and post them here, and here we are now. :D

3) This is probably not very humorous, but I hope you like it anyway! Thanks so much for the request, it was quite the delight. :) <3

summary; see above.

notes; TW // Mention of/Implied Past Child Abuse; Misogyny (this is written in Roman’s POV, so- you know) and Ableist Language. Domestic Fluff; Kid Fic; Painting Nails; Group Hug; a tiny bit of angst, I guess? Also, this plays before BoP, so Harley is still with the Joker and Andy is 15 here instead of 17 like in the last fic!

Roman and Victor had been out attending business most of their late afternoon. It hasn’t taken as long as they had anticipated, though, as Sionis has reached a compromise and secured a deal with his business partner relatively soon.

Apparently, Andrew – their fifteen-year-old son – hadn’t expected them to be home so early, either.

When the two men had entered the loft, they could already hear this really obnoxious voice and accent. Harley fucking Quinn.

What the fuck was the Joker’s little princess doing here?

Roman glared at his partner, who just shrugged, frowning as well.

“Fix me a Martini. I’ll go take a look at what the fuck is going on here. ‘Kay?” Sionis said and headed towards his son’s room, not waiting for an answer from Zsasz.

Stopping at Andrew’s room’s doorway, Roman took in the atrocious scene that was happening right in front of him.

Harley was painting Andrew’s nails.

Harley motherfucking Quinn was painting his son’s fucking fingernails.

Clearing his throat, Roman drew their attention to him. It should have been on him the moment he’s stopped to stand there, but they were too caught up talking and laughing with each other. It disgusted him. This was his son! He wasn’t supposed to tattle with the woman he hated most (right after his own mother anyway).

When Andrew noticed him, he jumped a little, probably surprised to see him.

How long have these two been friends without Roman even knowing it?

“Dad- Hey, uh-,” Andrew started, chuckling nervously.

“Oh! Hiya, Romy! You’re home already? Or did we lose track of time, Andy Baby?” Harley chirped so fucking sickeningly, that stupid bitch.

“We came home early. That’s not important, though. What’s important is what the fuck you are doing here?” Roman asked, fuming already, and took some steps towards the other two.

“Painting our nails, silly! What else does it look like? And here, Andy’s nails are so pretty now!” The crazy bitch said, shoving his son’s hands into Roman’s face, making him look.

Begrudgingly, Sionis had to admit that the glittery baby-blue nail polish fit his son really well, but he wasn’t going to say it out loud. Not when she was listening, too.

“That’s not what I meant, Ms. Quinn,” Roman sneered, “I want to know what you are doing here, in my apartment, with my son. How long has this been going on, hm?”

“A couple of months,” Andrew finally piped up, “I like Harley! She is fun to hang out with, dad.”

“Awww, Andy Baby, you’re fun to spend time with, too! See, Romy, it’s all fine! What’s the buzz about, anyway?”

Clenching his jaw, Roman forced himself to take a deep breath, trying so hard not to explode then and there. He wasn’t scared of Harley, but her stupid “Clown Prince” – boyfriend – wasn’t someone he necessarily wanted to be on the bad side of.

“It’s nothing. Still, I’d prefer it if you could leave, now, Ms. Quinn. I’d like to spend some private family time with my son and partner, ‘kay?” Roman hoped she’d catch on and leave without any big theatrics; he really wasn’t going to able to hold onto the last shred of his patience for much longer.

Harley made a sad little sound, playing it up big time, but then she nodded, grinning so stupidly. “Fine, I’ll leave! I’ll see you soon then, Andy?”

“Uh, yeah, sure. Bye, Harley. And thanks for the nails,” Andrew said, hugging the crazy bitch, before she got up, patted Roman on the cheek and left, skipping to the door.

Roman was glad that he was going to wash his face anyway. Now he had all the more reason to scrub it thoroughly, though.

Cautiously, Andrew got up from his bed, which he’s sat on with Harley the entire time. “Dad?” he asked quietly.

Before Roman could reply, Victor finally came back with his Martini. He downed it in one go, desperate for the liquor to numb some of the pain he felt.

“So, what exactly was that Harley-Bitch doing here?” Zsasz asked, ever so gracefully.

Roman looked at Andrew expectantly, “Why don’t you tell your father why she was here, hm?”

He knew he was being an asshole; he should give it a rest and just pretend as though none of this happened, but he just couldn’t. He felt betrayed by his own son, and he was just so fucking pissed because of Harley’s mere presence anyway.

“Uh, well, we’re friends. And she came over to paint my nails while you were gone. I didn’t expect you back so early. I’m sorry,” Andy explained, fidgeting with his hands nervously.

At the sight of his son being so nervous – scared, Roman’s heart clenched painfully. He knew what that was like. Worse even. He didn’t want to be like his own father. He should do better. He wanted to do better.

“Well, you know how much we don’t like having her here, Andrew. You shouldn’t have let her come to the apartment in the first place,” Victor responded calmly.

Roman was a bit in awe of his partner and how well he was handling this – so much better than he was.

“I know, I’m really sorry. I wasn’t thinking, I guess. Can I stay friends with her, though? Please?”

Sionis sighed, setting his Martini glass down on his son’s bedside table. “Come here,” he murmured, stretching his arms out in invitation, all anger gone and exchanged for a strange kind of sadness he’s not felt since Andy was still just a boy.

Andrew took some cautious steps towards him and when he was right in front of him, Roman wrapped his arms around his boy, who reciprocated the embrace immediately, resting his head sideways on his father’s chest.

“You too, Victor,” Roman then said and Zsasz immediately joined in, embracing them both tightly.

“So you’re not mad at me anymore?” Andy asked, his voice a little muffled by the hug.

“No, baby. I’m-,” Roman sighed heavily, the next words not coming out of him very easily, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. My differences with Harley shouldn’t extend to you. If you want to be friends with her, so be it. But don’t meet with her here in the future, ‘kay?”

“Yeah, alright, that’s fair. Thanks, dad.” Momentarily, Andrew’s arms tightened around his waist, eliciting a genuine smile from Roman.

“Show your dad and me your nails, will you? I want to see them properly, now.”

They all let go of each other and Andrew lifted his hands, spread his fingers and let his dads inspect them.

“Looks good,” Victor commented, smiling crookedly.

“Agreed. As much as I hate her, she did a good job painting your nails. Not only that, but the colour looks incredible on you, my boy.”

Giggling, Andrew’s cheeks turned a light pink colour. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Roman replied softly, gently stroking his boy’s cheek with his knuckles.

While Roman would never be able to like Harley, he guessed that perhaps he should at least try to tolerate her some more. For Andrew. He wanted to do him right and that meant making some sacrifices, as he’s had to learn from the very beginning of adopting him. It would be okay, though, as long as Andrew never ended up hating his guts the way Roman did with his own father.

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