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bohica160 · 3 years ago

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Chris's First Time

Soooooo this is my first actual fanfic >< There is a g/n version at the under the read more. Which i’m still trying to get better at writing. If I knew how to write for male reader and feel confident it wouldn’t suck, I would have. I apologize for that :c Suggestions are welcomed, but please go easy on my weak heart.

Side note, this is bby Chris before he got all buff/swollen/muscular/ thicc.

ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗMinors gtfo, this isn't for youᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

You and Chris met during the mansion incident. He found you quietly walking down the hallway to the study, careful with every step. The moment you felt a presence behind you, you whipped around, a handgun pointing at him unsure of his motives. It took you a little bit to warm up to him. He would do most of the shooting since you have only shot a gun a handful of times before, but you still tried your best taking down enemies. You both watched each other's backs. You helped patch Chris up after safely escaping from Lisa worried he would be in worse shape by the time you made it to the medical storage room.

After the mansion, he found himself checking in on you from time to time. His small check-ins turned into staying for dinner, to watching movies late into the evening, to the two of you falling asleep on the small couch of your apartment. The rest was history.

You straddle his lap on the living room couch. His hands on your hips, thumbs rubbing soothing circles under your shirt. You held his face, lips melting into each other. The kisses were soft and slow. You brushed your tongue against his bottom lip asking for entrance. He welcomed the warm muscle as you explored his mouth. As your tongues mingled with each other, soft groans were bubbling up from Chris's chest. His hands moved further up under your shirt. One at the small of your back while the other was barely touching the clasps of your bra. You begin to suck on his tongue and roll your hips into him ever so slightly.

He unconsciously rutted his pelvis up into you, feeling the outline of his growing erection. He was the first to break away, a string of saliva connecting you two. Heavy breaths filled the air as you two gazed into each other's eyes. You knew Chris was still a virgin, not wanting him to feel pressured or uncomfortable. Sure he's had a couple dates here and there. Furthest he's gone was just a steamy make-out, but other than that he has no experience. He's not naïve though. He’s watched his fair share of porn. He has some sort of idea on what women want. Thinking Chris was at his limit, you gave him a reassuring smile and gave his forehead a quick kiss. "I'll go get us some water.” You moved to get up, but Chris's arms trapped you against him. You tilted your head to the side and gave him a confused look.

He focused on a particular spot on your shirt, avoiding eye contact with you. Cheeks turning a darker shade of red. He opened his mouth only to close it right after. "I- … I want to go further with you". Stunned by his words, your brain slowly tried to process a couple more times before you cleared your throat. "You know we don't have to. I'm fine with waiting, Chris." Bringing your hands back to cup his face, tilting his head up enough to look into those steely eyes. "I promise I'm fine with just this". His brows furrowed letting out a sigh. "I want you.” He said with a husky tone, bringing his face closer to yours. “Are you sure?” you asked just above a whisper. He nodded, staring into your eyes and trailing down to your lips. He leaned in just barely brushing your lips. You nudge your nose against his with a teasing smile. "Use your words." Feeling his chest tighten, trying to capture your lips again, you pulled back just enough for him to miss. "Positive".

You bit your lip, feeling your cheeks heat up once more. You grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled him in, smashing your lips on his. The kisses became more sloppy and urgent. His hands shook slightly from nerves. Without breaking the kiss you placed his hands on your bosom, giving him a content hum when he started to squeeze them. Your lips trailed down his jaw to his neck, giving a few experimental licks over his pulse. He inhaled sharply, feeling his pants grow tighter by the second. You release your lips from his skin.

You lifted up your shirt, throwing it somewhere behind you. He traced his finger tips over the lace edges on the cups of your bra. He placed soft kisses over your exposed skin, lightly sucking creating pink marks. He wrapped his arms back around you, trying to unclasp your bra. You tried to hold in your giggles and you helped him slip your bra off, nipples hard from the cold air. He pinched and folded each bud while focusing on your face for your reactions. He leaned his head in as he gave one a couple kitten licks. A soft gasp passed through your lips, egging him on further, sucking and lightly biting the bud. You tried your best holding in your moans but the warmth from his mouth and all the attention started to make your head foggy.

He looked up at you with admiration. “Want to go to the bedroom?” he asked with lust laced in his words. You nodded while you looked down at him with lidded eyes. “Use your words..” He said, giving you a small smirk. You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “I see how it is.” You responded with a smile. Climbing off his lap, you reach out for his hand, and lead the two of you to your room.

You walked backwards until the back of your legs hit the bed. You quickly pulled off your shorts and panties, moving yourself to the middle of the bed. He stood at the end of the bed breathless, taking in your naked form. The feeling of uncertainty bloomed in your chest causing you to bite your lip. “Um… Chris?” You called out, bringing him back to earth. He blinked a few times “S-sorry I-.... You’re just so beautiful” Your face turned completely red as you looked away from him. He took this moment to strip himself of all his layers. Hearing the zipper come undone, you looked over at him in the corner of your eye. Your mouth started to water seeing his thick cock. Noticing you staring, he scratched the back of his head with a nervous laugh. “Sorry if I’m not tha-” Quickly crawling to the end of the bed you cut him off with a stern look, “You better not finish that sentence”. You slowly reached out to touch his length, softly grasping it. You rubbed the pre beading at the tip, giving a few strokes while littering his pelvis with kisses. He whispered your name, cupping your cheek, running his thumb over the soft skin.

Looking up at him, locking your eyes on each other, you opened your mouth and ever so slowly ran your tongue up the length of his cock. His jaw hung loose, cock twitching in your hand. Once you made your way up to the tip, you wrapped your lips around his girth, bobbing your head at a slow pace. His brows knitted together, groaning out a ‘fuck’. His chest heaved, trying his best to hold himself back from thrusting into your mouth. Removing your mouth, you backed up to the middle of the bed. “Come here sweetie.” You beckoned him towards you, leaning back on your elbows, legs slightly open.

He ran his hands up your legs, stopping right at your inner thighs. He looked up to you for guidance. Giving him an affectionate smile, you placed your smaller hand on his, bringing up closer to your dripping cunt. He ran a finger down your folds. “You’re so wet.” He said with a groan. He pushed one of his thick fingers into your heat, curling his finger. “Mmm… k-keep going.” You arched your back, looking for more friction. The sound of your wet pussy filled the small room. Your mewls and gasps went straight to his cock. He inserted another finger, the stretch making you throw your head back. Setting a steady pace as he watched your tight hole suck his fingers in. Your walls flutter around his fingers, coating them in your arousal. You feel a knot from pleasure building fast in your belly. “Baby… rub my clit.” Keeping his steady rythm, he placed his thumb on your bundle of nerves. Seeing the whites of your eyes, he added a little more pressure with the pad of his thumb.

Your legs shook, releasing a strangled moan, as he brushed against the spongy spot that had you squeeze his fingers harder. “R-right there!” You say looking up at him with glassy eyes. He brought his other hand to your breasts, twisting and pinching your peak. Squeezing your eyes shut as the knot in your belly finally snapped. Your mouth opened with a silent scream, as you gushed around his digits. He continued his ministrations, helping you ride out your orgasm.

Watching you come undone had his member throbbing and weeping. Bringing his fingers to his mouth to lick them clean as you looked at him with lidded eyes. “Baby..” You whined with a small pout. Giving you a gentle smile as he positions himself between your legs. He looked down watching as he rubbed his tip against your entrance, rubbing over your sensitive bud. He pushed the head through the tight ring of muscle, swearing under his breath. Holding in your whimpers as he slowly buried his length to the hilt. He stilled there trying to stop himself from cuming on the spot. “Shit y-you're so tight”. His head hung low as he took in deep breaths filling his lungs with air. You took this moment to adjust to the stretch from his fat cock splitting you open. "You okay?” he asked, peeking up at you sounding worried. You nodded your head and brushed your knuckles against his cheek. “How are you doing big boy?” You ask him in a teasing tone. He chuckled lightly, before turning his head to kiss your knuckles. “Really good.” He sputtered.

You wiggled your hips a little, indicating for him to move when he was ready. He gave small shallow thrusts at first, slowly increasing the speed. He pulled out further and further after each thrust. His balls slapping your ass with every thrust. You could already feel the pleasure building up. Each of his groans sent heat pooling into your pussy. You grabbed his face with both hands, making him look at you. Swallowing each other's breaths, pressing your foreheads together as his thighs slammed into you. “I-... shit… I’m gonna.” He choked out. Giving his lips a peck you nodded. “M-me to”. Your gummy walls started to flutter around him, as he continued to pound into you. He pressed his lips to yours, tongues massaging each other. His hips started to stutter, feeling his heavy balls tighten up.

Your skin heated up, feeling yourself almost at your peak. He gave you a couple brutal thrusts before the knot in you snapped, causing you to let out a choked sob and had you seeing stars behind your eyelids. Your legs wrapped around him as they shook, trying to milk him for all he had. Opening your eyes, he looked into yours, and you knew exactly what he was thinking. “Inside.” Was all you could say before the muscles in his abdomen tensed up. He released a deep moan as he painted your insides. Shooting rope after rope of cum, emptying everything he had inside of you. You both panted as you came down from your climaxes, trying to catch your breaths. He shuddered as he slowly pulled out his sensitive shaft. You whined at the sudden feeling of being empty. He nuzzled his nose into your neck planting kisses. “I love you.” He murmured against your skin before giving in to sleep. You combed your fingers through his hair, giving the top of his head a kiss. “Love you too, Chris.” You closed your eyes focusing on the rhythm of his heart beat against your body.

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You straddle his lap on the living room couch. His hands on your hips, thumbs rubbing soothing circles under your shirt. You held his face, lips melting into each other. The kisses were soft and slow. You brushed your tongue against his bottom lip asking for entrance. He welcomed the warm muscle as you explored his mouth. As your tongues mingled with each other, soft groans were bubbling up from Chris's chest. His hands moved further up under your shirt. One at the small of your back while the other was between your shoulder blades. You begin to suck on his tongue and roll your hips into him ever so slightly.

He unconsciously rutted his pelvis up into you, feeling the outline of his growing erection. He was the first to break away, a string of saliva connecting you two. Heavy breaths filled the air as you two gazed into each other's eyes. You knew Chris was still a virgin, not wanting him to feel pressured or uncomfortable. Sure he's had a couple dates here and there. Furthest he's gone was just a steamy make-out, but other than that he has no experience. He's not naïve though. He’s watched his fair share of porn. He has some sort of idea. Thinking Chris was at his limit, you gave him a reassuring smile and gave his forehead a quick kiss. "I'll go get us some water.” You moved to get up, but Chris's arms trapped you against him. You tilted your head to the side and gave him a confused look.

You bit your lip, feeling your cheeks heat up once more. You grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled him in, smashing your lips on his. The kisses became more sloppy and urgent. His hands shook slightly from nerves. Without breaking the kiss you placed his hands on your chest, giving him a content hum when he started to squeeze them. Your lips trailed down his jaw to his neck, giving a few experimental licks over his pulse. He inhaled sharply, feeling his pants grow tighter by the second. You release your lips from his skin.

You lifted up your shirt, throwing it somewhere behind you. He placed soft kisses over your exposed skin, lightly sucking creating pink marks. Your nipples hard from the cold air, he pinched and folded each bud while focusing on your face for your reactions. He leaned his head in as he gave one a couple kitten licks. A soft gasp passed through your lips, egging him on further, sucking and lightly biting the bud. You tried your best holding in your moans but the warmth from his mouth and all the attention started to make your head foggy.

You walked backwards until the back of your legs hit the bed. You quickly pulled off your shorts and panties, moving yourself to the middle of the bed. He stood at the end of the bed breathless, taking in your naked form. The feeling of uncertainty bloomed in your chest causing you to bite your lip. “Um… Chris?” You called out, bringing him back to earth. He blinked a few times “S-sorry I-.... You’re just so breathtaking”. Your face turned completely red as you looked away from him. He took this moment to strip himself of all his layers. Hearing the zipper come undone, you looked over at him in the corner of your eye. Your mouth started to water seeing his thick cock. Noticing you staring, he scratched the back of his head with a nervous laugh. “Sorry if I’m not tha-” Quickly crawling to the end of the bed you cut him off with a stern look, “You better not finish that sentence”. You slowly reached out to touch his length, softly grasping it. You rubbed the pre beading at the tip, giving a few strokes while littering his pelvis with kisses. He whispered your name, cupping your cheek, running his thumb over the soft skin.

He ran his hands up your legs, stopping right at your inner thighs. He looked up to you for guidance. Giving him an affectionate smile, you placed your smaller hand on his, bringing up closer to your entrance. He licked one of his thick fingers before pushing into your heat with a groan. He curled his finger into you, causing you to tilt your pelvis into him for more friction. “Mmm… k-keep going.” You instructed while arching your back. The sound of your wet hole being stuffed filled the small room. Your mewls and gasps went straight to his cock. He inserted another finger, the stretch making you throw your head back. Setting a steady pace as he watched your tight hole suck his fingers in. Your walls flutter around his fingers, coating them in your arousal. You feel a knot from pleasure building fast in your belly. Seeing the whites of your eyes, he added a little more pressure with the pad of his thumb.

Your legs shook, releasing a strangled moan, as he brushed against the spongy spot that had you squeeze his fingers harder. “R-right there!” You say looking up at him with glassy eyes. He brought his other hand to your chest, twisting and pinching your peak. Squeezing your eyes shut as the knot in your belly finally snapped. Your mouth opened with a silent scream, as you gushed around his digits. He continued his ministrations, helping you ride out your orgasm.

Watching you come undone had his member throbbing and weeping. Bringing his fingers to his mouth to lick them clean as you looked at him with lidded eyes. “Baby..” You whined with a small pout. Giving you a gentle smile as he positions himself between your legs. He looked down watching as he rubbed his tip against your entrance. He pushed the head through the tight ring of muscle, swearing under his breath. Holding in your whimpers as he slowly buried his length to the hilt. He stilled there trying to stop himself from cuming on the spot. “Shit y-you're so tight”. His head hung low as he took in deep breaths filling his lungs with air. You took this moment to adjust to the stretch from his fat cock splitting you open. "You okay?” he asked, peeking up at you sounding worried. You nodded your head and brushed your knuckles against his cheek. “How are you doing big boy?” You ask him in a teasing tone. He chuckled lightly, before turning his head to kiss your knuckles. “Really good.” He sputtered.

You wiggled your hips a little, indicating for him to move when he was ready. He gave small shallow thrusts at first, slowly increasing the speed. He pulled out further and further after each thrust. His balls slapping your ass with every thrust. You could already feel the pleasure building up. Each of his groans sent heat pooling into your groin. You grabbed his face with both hands, making him look at you. Swallowing each other's breaths, pressing your foreheads together as his thighs slammed into you. “I-... shit… I’m gonna.” He choked out. Giving his lips a peck you nodded. “M-me to”. Your gummy walls started to flutter around him, as he continued to pound into you. He pressed his lips to yours, tongues massaging each other. His hips started to stutter, feeling his heavy balls tighten up.

#chris redfield x reader #chris redfield #chris redfield smut #fem reader #g/n reader #resident evil x reader #resident evil smut #resident evil #fanfic #im not good at writing

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shhh-no-ones-home · 4 years ago

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promiscuity* chris motionless x reader

+++++++++ "Oh my God they were roommates"

Younger chris, i still have a thing for that version of him lol, think early creatures

*- casual roommate sex, woo!

Song: flatline by orla gartland

tag list: @musicsexandpizza69 @svintsandghosts @theoneandonlykymberlee @alilpunkrock @cynic-spirit @thisplace-ishaunted @lifeisabitchandsoareyou +++++++++

"will you answer something for me?"

i asked, not looking away from the movie playing in front of us.

"yeah."

he said through a tired voice. i took a drink of my coffee.

"i know we live together and all, but i feel like we arent as close as we should be. how come?"

he hummed.

"how do you mean."

i shrugged.

"like, we spend time together, like right now. which is super cool or whatever. but how come we never go do stuff? like you never ask me if i wanna go hang out somewhere, but i ask you all the time. even though you never accept."

he shrugged back.

"i dont know, i guess i just never thought about it. i dont exactly get out much so there isnt a place for me to invite you to."

i frowned.

"not even to like the store? we do share a fridge and cabinets and a house after all."

he shrugged again.

"you always make a list, its not exactly hard to follow."

i sighed.

"i guess youre right."

he took a drink of his own coffee.

"whats got you thinking about this anyway?"

he rested his hand against his stomach, sinking further into the couch. i glanced over him for a second.

"how would you feel if i brought someone over?"

i asked and he finally looked at me. i guess there was the answer i was looking for.

"like another friend?"

he asked and i side nodded.

"or like a romantic partner."

he cleared his throat, readjusting in his seat.

"oh, uh, its whatever i guess. just dont do it in front of me or anything."

he said through a nervous laugh and i could see the tension running through his body.

"chris?"

he took another drink before answering.

"yeah."

i smirked to myself.

"do you dig me like that?"

his head shot in my direction, eyes wide.

"what? no. what do you mean?"

he said quickly and i couldnt help but laugh. i turned to face him, full body this time, setting my coffee on the table in front of us.

"i can see it on your face. you dont want me to get with anyone else."

he pulled at his shirt collar like he needed air before setting his own cup on the coffee table.

"why would you say that?"

he said nervously. i leaned forward and poked his cheek.

"youre face wouldnt be that red if you didnt."

he sent me a testing look.

"my face is not red."

i poked him again.

"yes it is! you are blushing!"

he shook his head.

"yeah cause youre making me uncomfortable. it just does that."

i sent him a look.

"oh come on chrissy, just admit it. youve thought about banging me before."

i tried, egging him on. he rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest.

"no."

he said nonchalantly. i pouted.

"why not? ive thought about doing it with you."

i confessed and his eyes got as big as saucers.

"you have?"

he said, disbelieving and i nodded my head quickly.

"yeah, dont you wanna know what its like?"

he thought for a second before letting his arms drop.

"yeah i guess so, i mean ive only done it with a few people. like seriously, i could count on one hand-"

"i get it."

i interrupted. i stared over him for a second.

"okay, take your shirt off."

he raised a brow.

"what?"

i motioned to him before moving to kneel on the couch.

"take your shirt off, we're doing this. i wanna know what youre like in bed."

i said in a stern tone. he just stared at me.

"wait, for real?"

he asked and i nodded.

"yes, take your shirt off."

i said sternly and he jumped a little.

"okay, i guess we're doing this."

he said, moving to do as told.

"just, take it easy okay?"

he asked and i nodded, watching him as he tossed his shirt and jacket to the floor.

"how do you want me? top? bottom? behind?"

i sent him a knowing look before letting out a short laugh.

"bottom, for sure. youve only done this a handful of times remember? im gonna give you a whole new experience."

he smiled at me, swinging his legs up onto the couch between us.

"okay, as you wish."

he said as i moved to crawl over him.

"we'll start slow."

i said and he nodded, watching me intently as i inched closer to his face. i ran my pointer finger gently over his jaw, watching him shiver as i looked into his eyes.

"such a pretty thing."

i said lowly before capturing his lips in mine. he kissed me back needily, his hand moving to the back of my head. as we began making out i trailed my finger tips lightly across his chest and stomach, moving to palm him through his jeans. he moaned into my mouth before i pulled away, beginning to kiss along his jaw and neck.

"do you like that?"

i whispered against his ear before planting a soft kiss behind it. he nodded slowly and i watched as he closed his eyes, melting into my touch. i could feel his jeans getting tighter against my hand and smirked as I kissed down his chest, stopping just below his bellybutton and biting lightly as he laid back.

"Hey!"

He said in defense, looking down at me and making me laugh a little to myself.

"What?"

I asked innocently, getting comfy between his legs. he sent me a look.

"Leave my stomach alone."

I smirked at him before rolling my eyes playfully.

"Why? It's cute."

I said, kissing the spot I had just bitten. I could see a blush creeping its way back to his face.

"It is not cute."

He protested and I sent him a testing look.

"It is too now shut up and let me take your pants off."

I said, making him laugh.

"Fine, just don't laugh."

I started on his belt buckle, looking to his face quickly.

"I'm not gonna laugh at you Chris."

I confirmed, my hand grazing the tent straining against his jeans.

"Promise?"

I sent him a small smile before leaning down and kissing his bulge, moving to unzip his pants.

"I promise."

I said lowly, pulling at his waistband. I pulled his pants down slowly, his erection popping free. My eyes went wide, a sound I'd never made before coming from deep in my throat.

"What's wrong?"

He asked, a little skeptical and I shook my head.

"Absolutely nothing."

I confirmed before crawling back up him and kissing him deeply. He sighed into my mouth as I trailed my hand slowly down his torso, feeling one of his hands tracing circles into my arm and the other holding my head in place. As we made out again I began stroking him slowly, hearing low moans emerge from his throat. When I pulled away he still had his eyes closed and was breathing deeply.

"Can I ride you?"

I asked to confirm, kissing slowly across his jaw and be nodded.

"If it feels this good you can do whatever you want to me."

He breathed out and I smirked against him as I got further down his neck.

"Sounds like a plan."

I said lowly, sitting up and tossing my top to the ground. He barely opened his eyes and offered me a small smile. I knelt on either side of him, pushing my pants down a bit before standing on the couch and pulling them down completely. I heard his breathing hitch as he stared up at me, watching my every move intently as I pushed my panties down, slipping them off and dropping them onto his chest. I heard him groan as I fell slowly back down onto my knees, one leg on either side of him.

"Are you still okay with this?"

I asked, moving to kiss him again, watching him nod his head quickly.

"God yes."

He said as I pulled away. I smiled down at him before reaching over to the coffee table and pulling a condom out of the drawer. He sent me a weird look before dropping my panties to the floor.

"How long have those been there?"

He asked and I shrugged.

"I don't know I had them left over from that house party I went to like a month ago."

He laughed a little as I scooted down into his lap.

"Evidently I need to check that drawer more often."

He said and I sent him a playful wink.

"Guess so."

I said, raising my brows quickly. I ripped the condom open quickly, pushing the tip out and spitting into it. He drew his brows at me before watching me roll it into him. I sent him a smirk.

"You ready?"

I asked, lining myself up with him. He nodded again.

"Give it to me."

He said deeply, his hands going to my hips. I sank down onto him, hearing him moan quietly. I couldn't help smiling to myself as I sat up and pushed back down onto him, watching his mouth open slightly. His eyes were half closed but still trained on me as I started working against him, getting a good rhythm.

"Can I touch you?"

He asked a little bashfully and I nodded, leaning over him.

"Touch me all over."

I said lowly, looking over his face. I felt his hands slide slowly up my side, leaving little goosebumps in their wake. I kissed him endearingly as his hands got to my boobs, moaning into his mouth as he kneaded them in his palms. When our mouths detached I grabbed his one hand and intertwined our fingers against my chest.

"Try this."

I said, moving his other hand and running my thumb over my nipple. I hummed at the feeling, closing my eyes as he copied the action. I nodded, a smile forming on my face as I felt him sit up and lick a stripe over my nipple.

"Yeah, like that."

I said, my hand going to the back of his head as he took my nipple into his mouth, taking it gently between his teeth. I moaned loudly, letting go of his other hand and moving it to the couch to steady myself. He wrapped his free hand around my body, placing it firmly against my back. Then he detached his mouth and I inhaled sharply.

"I'm close."

He breathed out, falling back into the couch. I nodded, reaching down between us and circling my clit. My mouth dropped as he reached up and pinched my nipples again.

"Oh fuck."

I moaned out.

"I think I'm close too."

I said, moving my hips against him in a circular motion.

"God I'm gonna cum."

He said, digging his head into the couch. I felt him twitch in me before he moaned loudly, his hands stopping and his entire body tensing up. I kept moving though, watching his chest rise and fall.

"Oh my God."

He said a little dazed and I froze, pushing my finger against my clit and my entire body shaking on top of him. I let out a long whiney moan, dropping my head back as I came around him.

"Oh."

I moaned out, falling forward and catching myself against his chest. everything was little blurry for a second but when he came back into focus We both looked at each other and nervous laughed.

"Thanks for that."

I said a little breathless and he smiled at me. I could feel him starting to go soft in me.

"No, thank you."

He said as I sat up straight again. I pulled up and off of him, inhaling deeply at the lack of contact. I brought my one leg in before falling next to him against the back of the couch, still breathing pretty deeply. I placed my hand gently against his chest, feeling his heart pounding against his rib cage.

"Sounds like I did a good job."

I said, looking up at him with a cheesy grin on my face. He looked down at me and smiled, wrapping his arms around me and turning to face me, kissing me quickly.

"Oh you absolutely did."

#wattpad #x reader #smut #miw #chris motionless #imagines #one shots #280

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sweetestlamb · 4 years ago

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You're My Favorite Song

Summary: Just the babies in love, that's it.

Author's note: I don't want to let this show go yet so I'll be writing fics of moments I wish we had seen on the show🥺🥰 this one is just fluffiness but I have dirty thoughts planned too. I don’t know why but I really wanted to involve her family and make them not so awful haha, this might become a little series of just sweet moments between the babies. I want to do a jealous SA fic because I like the idea of her finally claiming her man instead of backing off like she usually does. But life is hitting me hard right now so no clue when that will happen. Hope you enjoy this one I had fun writing it!

The keys jiggle as she pries open the door, grocery bags nearly tumbling from her grip as she wrestles with the cumbersome door, finally stumbling in and clutching the wall for support. He's supposed to come back tomorrow and she wants to tidy up and make sure he comes home to a fully stocked home, he'd been adamant on the phone that this wasn't necessary but she'd already made up her mind.

She was doing it because she wanted to, loving him made her eager to make his life easier any way she possibly could, his smile was the best reward of all.

Slipping into her house slippers with floppy bunny ears- a gift from Joon-young, he'd jokingly called her his bunny whilst slipping the pink slippers on her feet. She'd been too flabbergasted to respond but every time she came over now she happily put on her slippers, treasuring every thing he gave her.

Especially his heart.

With a sigh she begins to clean, dusting the nearly dustless tables and fixing the slightly crooked throw pillows on the couch.

"He's so clean." She whispers aloud annoyed, finding that her efforts to clean are mostly unnecessary as Joon young hardly leaves a mess.

Moving on to the kitchen she begins to stock the cabinets, taking out noodles and instant tteokbokki- not spicy because her pianist can't handle his spices, she puts the fruits in a bowl on the table and stores meats and frozen veggies in the freezer.

After she's done the kitchen no longer looks so desolate, and she smiles proudly wiping down the countertop before lighting a scented candle she purchased the other day.

It was the same scent as her favorite lotion, sweet Japanese plum, every time he would wrap her in his arms he would burrow into her neck taking deep breaths before sighing and whispering that she smelt amazing. She'd bought this candle thinking he could also enjoy her scent, even when she couldn't be here.

Her work is done, but she hesitates to leave instead sitting on the couch, remembering the last time they'd been here together watching a movie, at least she'd been trying to watch the movie.

Her boyfriend, however had different plans. Shifting on the couch until they were firmly side by side, before plucking her hand and encompassing it with his larger palms. Soon after he started stroking her skin with his smooth thumb, dragging across her creamy skin. She'd only hummed as she continued to watch the movie, trying her hardest to stay focused.

"Song ah ssi." His deep voice rumbled as he called out her name, head almost on her shoulder now as he purred into her ears.

Turning to face him finally, she met his warm eyes glowing in the dark, peering into her face with promise.

"Yes, Joon young ssi?" She answered, his smile distracting as she barely contained her desire to taste it.

"Aren't you going to miss me when I'm gone?" He suddenly asked, bottom lip jutting out into a perfect pout.

She knew that he already knew the answer to that obvious question, every time he left she was a bit of a mess mopping until he called and sighing forlornly after their conversations ended. She couldn't help it she wanted him around all the time.

So his line of questioning does nothing but confuse her.

She merely tilted her head and looked at him, trying to uncover what he was really trying to insinuate.

He broke under her gaze, chuckling as his bangs flopped across his forehead.

Then he begun to tug on her hand that was still captured, softly then harder until she tumbled into his chest with a soft "oof".

"You were giving the movie all your attention."

Looking at him from under her lashes she couldn't help the indulgent grin that formed, "And just like that you got jealous?" She teased reaching up to playful jostle his hair, giggling as he eagerly pressed his head into her hand.

When he acted needy like this it made her heart pound, knowing she was the only one who was allowed to see this version of the usually stoic pianist.

Suddenly he begun to lean back, bringing her with him her hair fell around them in a dark curtain.

She moved to lay more comfortably on him before his hands on her hips stopped her movement. He looked at her intensely, his thoughts all but flashing on his face.

A blush blazing across her cheeks, not immune to his charm despite their established relationship.

"Come here."

She leaned down to meet him before the words had fully left his lips, sighing as he opened underneath her, his soft mouth slowly engulfing hers his tongue not far ahead, licking into her mouth swallowing the little moans and sighs that escaped from her throat.

His hands sunk into her hair, gently tugging her head as he moved her deeper into their wet dance, leaving her breathless.

She jolted as his hand swiped up her back, clutching at her shoulder and pressing her deeper into his hard chest, thoughtlessly she grinded down into him chasing the sensation that was shooting through her veins.

He broke their kiss at her bold move, meeting her with wild eyes as he panted harsh breaths landing on her face.

It was impossible to ignore the rigid line that poked into her heated skin.

His arousal was also evident in his fingers that were wringing at her loose sweater, and his hungry eyes that were captivated by her lips.

Shyly looking back at him, she bit her own lips before grinding again, harder this time throwing her head back at the jolt of pleasure the move caused.

"Joon young ssi."

Groaning he met her slow grinds, moving his hips while grabbing her neck and pulling her back into a kiss- frenzied and heated this time. Gradually increasing their pace until she was so wet her panties were shifting uncomfortably across her lips.

Opening her legs to hug his hips, she impaled herself firmly on his burgeoning erection whining when his plump head stabbed at her sensitive bud through all the layers separating them.

Running his fingers up her smooth legs, he lifted her skirt making his way to her soaked panties, lithe fingers stroking at her through the wetness before dragging the material out of the way and without hesitation he sunk into her, deep.

They'd ended up tangled on the couch, him licking her until she screamed herself hoarse as he watched with delighted eyes before gently throwing her over the arm of the couch and sinking deep into her with a grunt.

She shakes herself from the memory, primly pressing her legs together, cheeks heated in embarrassment and arousal.

"What are you doing? This isn't why you came here."

Her phone vibrations offer a welcome distraction as she searches her bag for the device, lifting it and squeaking when his name flashes on the screen.

Drawing in a deep calming breath she accepts the call.

"Hello."

"I miss you." She softens at his immediate exclamation, drawing her legs up under her on the couch.

"I miss you too." She answers honestly.

"Where are you right now?" He sounds vaguely out of breath, and she wonders what he's doing.

"I'm in your apartment, I came over to clean up and bring groceries."

He sighs fondly over the line, "I told you that you didn't have to do that." But despite his words she can hear how happy he is, loving all the attention.

"I wanted to. " She answers easily, leaning her head back onto the cushion.

Then the doorbell rings, caught off guard she jumps at the mechanical chime.

"Joon young ssi, are you expecting anyone or a package?"

He pauses before answering, humming thoughtfully.

"No. Unless Chris sent something, I'm not expecting anything."

"Do you want me to check what it is?" She asks not sure if he's okay with her opening his door or accepting packages in his behalf.

"Go ahead, my home is your home." He replies breezily, making her heart flutter effortlessly.

Ignoring the butterflies in her belly she jumps up tugging the sweater he'd lent her a few weeks away back up her shoulder, lightly jogging to the door in her slippers.

"Okay one minute I'm opening the door no-"

As she swings the door open she sees what was delivered to the door.

Joon young grins at her, waving with the hand not holding his phone against his face.

"Surprise."

She throws herself into his arms, standing on the tips of her toes to place her chin on his shoulder. He instantly returns her hug, wrapping her in his warm embrace.

Minutes roll by as they sway in each other's arms.

He begins to draw back first, tenderly putting her hair behind her ears.

"Move in with me."

She looks at him. One blink, two blinks.

"What?"

"I want to come home to you everyday."

They had already discussed this, moving into together in the future when they were ready, both agreeing it was too soon.

"I know we agreed but I missed you so much and seeing you in my house in my clothes. I just....I want you here. I'm ready."

Her mother is definitely going to kill her, she'd been irate when she'd showed her the ring on her finger. Loudly complaining that they'd just been broken up how was it possible that they'd reconciled and were already engaged.

She hadn't been able to explain it to her, too happy to be brought down to earth and finally her mother had sighed before leaving with a final, "You've changed since being with him."

Her mother is right. She has changed and she might like the person she's becoming.

"Okay. I'll move in."

She's unprepared for him to lift her up and run into the apartment.

Her cheeks hurt from her huge smile.

Weeks later all her belongings are packed into boxes, labeled and neatly stacked. She says goodbye to the room where she's spent most of her life, practicing, crying, sleeping, reading, worrying, being.

Joon young had insisted on coming over to formally meet her parents, despite her oppositions fearful of her mother's wrath. Her mother hadn't spoken to her all week, passing by her room with deep sighs and blazing glares.

Brushing lint off her skirt she stands up walking to the shower.

She gets a text from her fiancée as she's blow drying her hair.

I'm outside.

With a deep shutter she walks to the door, buzzing him in and waiting by the door. When she hears footsteps outside the door, she pulls the door open before he can ring the bell.

"Hi." She greets him with a wave, taking notice of the flowers in his right hand and a bottle of wine in the left.

From over her shoulder her father's voice interrupts them, "Oh good! You brought alcohol good idea, my wife will need it."

She turns to lightly glare at her dad but he simply shrugs at her, taking his seat at the table.

Turning back to Joon young she offers him a reassuring smile, "My mom isn't that scary, you'll be okay." She lies, moving out of the way and allowing him to step into her home.

When her mother finally joins them, she's wearing all black from head to toe. The look on her face promises nothing good, her eyes narrowing into thin lines as she glares at Joon young.

Immediately he raises to bow at the waist, offering the flowers. After a moment's hesitation she takes them before thrusting them at her father, who rushes to find a vase to put them in.

Sliding into her seat, her mother's eyes remain locked on Joon young.

"I want to marry your daughter."

Song-ah and her father both twist to look at him in shock.

Under the table she nudges him, not sure this is the best thing to break up with her mother currently dressed for a funeral. Probably Joon young's.

"Oh really? And why's that? Didn't you two break up before, how do you know that you're ready for marriage? It's not as trivial as dating you can't just break up when things get hard."

Song-ah freezes in her seat, this is the most her mother has said all week. And with a chilling blow she realizes that her mother is worried about her, and she's showing it the only way she knows how, with anger and biting judgment.

"Yes, she broke up with me because I wasn't making her happy. After we broke up I realized that nothing mattered to me without her in my life. I'm happiest when I'm with her. I know I can't control her happiness but I'm going to try my hardest to put a smile on her face everyday."

Tears pool in her eyes, and finally spill when he captures her hand in a tight hold under the table.

Her mother scoffs, "When did you get so emotional?" But she simultaneously hands her a napkin to catch her tears.

After a pregnant pause, filled with her sniffles and Joon young squeezing her hand while stroking her fingers her mother finally sighs in defeat.

"Okay, you do that. She's your problem now."

That's all it takes to break the tension that lingered in the air and suddenly her father is chatting amicably with Joon young, filled with questions about the piano and whether or not he likes baseball. She watches them quietly, shoveling food into her mouth.

As dinner simmers down, her father has cajoled Joon young into agreeing to watch a baseball game with him, accepting his new son in law with open arms excitedly clapping his shoulder as she helps her mother to clear the table.

"Thank you for dinner, it was delicious." Joon young bows again, her mother's eyes lose a bit of their icy chill.

"You're welcome." She answers simply before walking away.

Then she suddenly stops, speaking without turning around. "I expect that you two will come for dinner at least once a week, she might be your future wife but she's still our daughter."

"Yes, of course." Joon young answers, gripping her hand tighter.

"Fine. Get home safely."

And with that she's gone, sequestered into her bedroom.

Her father's smile is a warm blanket after the cold dinner, "I think she likes you. The last time my other daughter brought home a boyfriend she wasn't nearly as friendly."

"He's not my boyfriend." She surprises them all with her immediate response.

Joon young perks up in pride, stroking her ring. His joy is palpable.

"That he isn't." Her father agrees, simply looking at them both. Before he continues, "You can walk him down, your mother wants you to sleep here tonight."

She nods.

When they get outside, he swings their hands in the space between them.

"I've been waiting to do this all night." And with those words, he yanks her into a kiss his lips tasting of the wine they drank.

He gently tugs at her jaw, pulling her mouth open to his exploration dipping and devouring her. Hands sensually sliding around her waist and pulling her flush against his body.

She loses drag of time and when she finally draws back, his blissed face greets her.

"I wish you were coming home with me. You look too pretty right now."

She blushes under his gaze, burying her head in his collar, overheated.

They stand in each other's arms, his hands stroking her back as she inhales his distinctive scent- masculine and clean.

"Well aren't you two just precious?" Her sister's voice cuts through the air, she jumps in the embrace but doesn't draw away.

They both turn to greet her, Joon young bowing again.

"Mom's been watching through the window so hopefully you two have only been hugging this whole time."

Her eyes widen as she peers up at the window, her mother's iron stare penetrating through her.

Her sister chuckles, "Oh look at the glare. You two were definitely doing more than hugging. Nice one, she won't be angry at me for drinking late now."

She glares at her sister's smiling face.

"You should go up." He softly says pulling her into a final hug, she nods before pulling away and walking away with her sister.

She turns to wave once more and he smiles from the same spot, lovingly gazing at her.

As they stand in the elevator, she avoids her sister's gaze.

"You've changed. You seem happy." Her sister mumbles.

She stills at the words, mulling it over before meeting her sister's gaze.

"I am. I'm really happy."

When she falls into bed, her phones buzzes and she already knows who it's from.

Good night, I love you.

Twisting in her bed, she squeals like a teenager clutching her phone to her chest.

She's so happy.

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i-am-a-bad-influence-writes · 4 years ago

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The Dutchess’ Garden - Part 4

Series Masterlist - Chris Evans Masterlist - Full Masterlist

Pairing: Chris Evans x OC Emma Meijers (typical Dutch girl. Blonde, blue eyes.)

Warnings: Explicit language, fluff, not really smut but kinda.

Word count: 1902

‘Okay, so come around 6:30? We can eat dinner together?‘ ‘Sure.‘

‘What are we watching,‘ Emma asks while shoveling another piece of pizza into her mouth. Chris doesn’t want to think it’s adorable, but it’s adorable. ‘Dammit, can you eat normally,‘ he laughs. She sees her eyes peek up, ready to say what has to be said. ‘I know, I know, language.‘ ‘That’s what I thought,‘ she says sternly, but he can see her smile just a second later. How did she manage to get him under het thumb this fast? And why doesn’t he mind at all? ‘Back to movies,‘ Chris says, ‘do you have any suggestions?‘ ‘I dunno. What are you up for? We can watch something funny like Not another teen movie, or something touching like Gifted, or something like Red sea diving resort, or-‘ ‘Are you going to name every single film I’ve ever done?‘ She huffs. ‘I didn’t even get to the Marvel movies,‘ she whines, ‘but yes. And as someone who thoroughly enjoyed Knives out I need to know if you still have your knit sweater from that movie. Because you won’t after I leave tonight.‘ ‘I do not own that sweater and even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you,‘ he smiles. She rolls her eyes in fake annoyance. ‘I’ll just take another one to hold hostage,‘ she says and walks over to him, grabbing his shirt by the hem, ‘like this one.‘ ‘You wouldn’t dare,‘ he says with a grin twitching on his lips. She steps a little closer to him. They’re only inches away from each other and Emma wants to pull him down and kiss him so bad, but she won’t. ‘You sure about that?‘ ‘I am fairly certain you wouldn’t be able to, even if you tried,‘ he leans down a little as a joke to tower over her, hoping to intimidate her a little. What he forgot is that Emma is a firecracker. She’s not easily intimidated. In fact, she steps closer so her chest is against his and she has to lean back to face him as he leaned over her. ‘I thought we agreed that I’m stronger,‘ she tries to say it seriously, but bursts into laughter and the moment is gone. She walks back to her seat. Chris tries to laugh along, but he feels a bit strange. Did that just really happen? Did she just do that? He wanted to kiss her, but she made a joke out of the situation. The mood was good, but she manipulated it to her will. ‘I’ll show you strong,‘ he says menacingly. She watches him with wide eyes as he walks over to the couch, grabs a blanket, and walks over to her. ‘Oh no,‘ she breathes out and jumps off her chair, ready to start running from him but she’s too slow. He’s already captured her in the blanket. He picks her up and throws her on the couch. Then, he flops down onto her. ‘I’m stronger.‘ ‘No, you’re just heavy,‘ she whines, ‘get off meeee~.‘ ‘Never.‘ ‘Okay, fine, you’re stronger,‘ she finally admits. Chris gets off her and she pulls her arm from under the blanket to show her crossed fingers. ‘Oh you little-‘ Before he can grap her she jumps over the back of the couch, racing through the house with Chris hot on her heels. Laughter fills the room until the third lap around the couch. She picks up a cushion and hits him with it. Not hard, but hard enough to surprise him. ‘Shit, did I hurt you,‘ she asks worried when he doesn’t move after she’s hit him. She drops the pillow and walks over to Chris, reaching for his face to check if he’s alright. He plays along, pretending to be hurt, but when she’s close enough he scoops her up again and pins her down on the couch, leaning over her body and holding her hands above her head. ‘You lost.‘ ‘Asshole,‘ she laughs. ‘Language,‘ he warns. ‘Dickhead,‘ she smirks. Chris puts both of her hands in one of his and starts ticking her, holding her down with his body. Her aggressive laughter and pleas fills the room. Dodger starts barking and runs over, pushing Chris’ leg. ‘Yeah, get him Dodger,‘ Emma tries to yell, but the dog doesn’t understand it through her laughing. Finally, Chris stops and Emma’s face falls into an angry frown. She crosses her arms, but he knows she’s just playing. ‘Okay, I’m sorry. You can pick the movie.‘

Chris has to admit he didn’t expect her to pick a movie that he didn’t star him. He was fully convinced she’d choose one that he played in to tease him back, but she didn’t. Instead she put on Coco and curled up against him. It was nothing like he expected. When the night got colder, she had coyly asked him if she could borrow a sweater anyway and Chris had said yes without thinking twice. Even after she told him he’d never get it back. He wrapped her arms around her to keep her warm and kissed the top of her head mindlessly when he heard her sniffles near the end of the movie. And suddenly the end of the night was there. Chris let her out after she insisted she could walk herself home. He didn’t want to let her walk alone, but knew he’d only strain their relationship if he forced himself on her. He finds himself back on the couch with Dodger’s head on his lap, trying to explain his feelings to the animal even though it won’t understand a word he’s staying. He looks nothing less than confused. Just a few minutes later, the doorbell rings. Dodger runs over to the door and starts wagging his tail like crazy. For a second, Chris wants to ignore it but Dodger doesn’t look that excited for just anyone. He peels himself off the couch and walks over to open the door. Without really paying attention, he pulls open the door to see a very sleepy Emma with her arms wrapped around herself, holding the sweater towards Chris. ‘I forgot to actually give it back,‘ she laughs, ‘and if I don’t do it now, I’ll probably forget.‘ ‘Please put it back on, you look like you’re freezing,‘ he begs her, pushing the sweater back to her. ‘I don’t want to.‘ ‘Listen, you were bugging me about the Knives out sweater earlier. This one looks like it, just keep it,‘ he tells her, not understanding why she has to be so stubborn about a damn sweater. ‘But if I keep it, it won’t smell like you anymore.‘ Her eyes widen when she realizes what she just said. ‘Oh no,‘ she whispers. Chris takes a step closer to her, taking his sweater from her and wrapping it around her shoulders. ‘You like the way I smell?‘ His lips play an amused smile as he watches Emma go into full panic mode. She takes a step away from him. ‘Ehm, I gotta go. I have a lot to do tomorrow. By the way, I won’t make it to our run tomo-‘ Chris grabs her arm, pulls her back in and gently presses his lips on hers. The kiss isn’t wild or deep, but just their lips together feels like electricity running through. Their lips part and Emma’s eyes go wide again. A blush is pulling up on her cheeks as Chris admires her with a small smile. ‘I like the way you smell too,‘ he admits. ‘I’m sorry, I have to get my head straight,‘ Emma tells him, handing him his sweater and almost running away, leaving Chris feeling confused. Did he read her feelings wrong? Was it all purely platonic?

It has almost been a week. A week since the kiss, a week since Emma disappeared and The Dutchess closed. Robert called Chris for to meet somewhere because he knows it has something to do with him. It has to. Those two were basically eye fucking each other the first time they met. They ended up in Chris’ garden to keep it private. ‘Why do I get the feeling all of this has something to do with you?‘ Robert stares Chris down, not a bit of niceness in his voice. He sounds nasty, like he’ll do something to Chris and he will. If he hurt her, that is. Emma is like family to him and he’ll treat her as such. If Chris took advantage of her, he’ll make it right. ‘I didn’t do anything,‘ Chris argues, ‘I don’t know what’s going on.‘ The two stare at each other for what feels like forever. Then Chris’ phone goes off. ‘Yes?‘ “Hey Chris, it’s Tom. Listen, I just met up with Emma and she asked if you and Robert were coming to the party Monday since she hadn’t heard from either of you.“ ‘You met up with Emma? Where is she?‘ “Well, she just took a plane back to the Netherlands. She’s been visiting family in Europe.“ Chris looks up at Robert. ‘Visiting family in Europe you say? Listen, I’m here with Robert. I’ll put you on speaker.‘ “Hi mister Downey. Emma said that you’d know about the party. She said it’s an annual thing and she felt sad that she hadn’t heard anything from either of you. She thought you would’ve seen the post by now.“ ‘The post,‘ Robert asks. “Yeah, the Instagram post on the private page of The Dutchess.“ Robert pulls out his phone and goes to the page. This is the first time Chris hears anything about a page. ‘What’s this page you’re on about?‘ ‘Don’t bother asking him,‘ Robert snaps, ‘it’s a private Instagram page that keeps members of The Dutchess updated. A better question is how you got into that page Tom.‘ “Oh, I’m a member of The Queen’s Garden. It’s the British version in England. They’re all owned by the same family.“ ‘Well that’s new,‘ Robert mumbles and shows Chris his phone, ‘let Emma know we’ll call her to confirm we’re going.‘ “I can’t tell her. She already left. I think you’re better off just calling The Dutchess or calling her dad. She told me you have his number.“ ‘Okay, thanks Tom.‘ “No problem. Have fun at the party.“ Chris stares Robert down, waiting for an apology he’s never going to get. ‘I forgot about that,‘ Robert admits, which is as much as an apology as Chris is going to get. ‘But there is something going on between you two. I’m certain of it. You wouldn’t be the first one to fall for her.‘ ‘What do you mean?‘ ‘She’s charming and beautiful. There has been more than one occasion where her father blacklisted a member because he was making moves on Emma.‘ ‘I-I’m sorry?‘ Robert sighs. ‘To name a few, Tom Cruise, Channing Tatum, Hernry Cavill got close to being blacklisted,‘ Robert sums up. ‘You’re forgetting about Hiddleston,‘ a voice calls. The two of them turn around to see Emma walking towards them, Dodger already circling her feet. ‘Emma, you’re back,‘ Robert says quite unbothered. ‘Hi, welcome back,‘ Chris says, opening his arms for a hug which she happily walks into. She presses a kiss to Robert’s cheek and sits down with the two. ‘As I said, you’re forgetting about that time with Tom Hiddleston,‘ she says, ‘my father almost blacklisted him because our way of friendship is flirting. He has no interest in me whatsoever. I’m not his type.‘ She says the last thing while looking at Chris. ‘He prefers my niece.‘ ‘I thought you’d be home Monday,‘ Robert says. She looks at him with a smile. ‘I was supposed to be home Monday, but I realized I left someone hanging at home,‘ she explains, ‘so Chris, can I take you out sometime? Preferably tonight at seven?‘

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lucyreviewcy · 4 years ago

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The Three Three Musketeers (or Where The F*ck Did All The Stupid Hats Go)

I read The Three Musketeers and then I watched the 1973, 1993 and 2011 adaptations. Which one wins tho?

Adaptation is a fascinating concept, especially of texts which are frequently adapted or parodied. After I rewatched the 2005 Pride and Prejudice I was reminded how weirdly divisive the two dominant adaptations of that book are. A lot of people consider the 2005 to be an inferior betrayal of the 1990s BBC version. I actually prefer the 2005 because I think Matthew McFadyen’s Mr Darcy is a wonderfully complex character. McFadyen imbues Darcy with social awkwardness and anxiety, which Lizzie misinterprets as his pride. To overcome the “Lizzie doesn’t fancy him ‘til she sees his house” debate, director Joe Wright includes a moment where Lizzie glimpses Darcy alone with his sister. He’s comfortable, his body language is completely different, and he’s smiling broadly. That moment really sold me on the entire film because it made Darcy a full character and was a really simple addition that rounded out the story. I still like the 90s version but for me, it’s the 2005 that takes first place. (Although an honourable mention for Pride and Prejudice and Zombies because it is an excellent romp.)

Look: adaptation is always a complicated topic. You can’t untangle one adaptation from another, because it’s pretty rare that somebody adapting a classic text like Pride and Prejudice or The Three Musketeers is not already familiar with existing adaptations. The most recent adaptation of any classic text is not simply an adaptation of that text, but the next step in a flow chart that includes all the previous adaptations and the cultural context of the newly created product. These three adaptations of Dumas’ 1844 novel are all texturally and stylistically very different, and two of them diverge significantly from the original text. What I found truly fascinating was what all of them had in common, and what each new era (these were made at around 20 year intervals) decides to add or remove. What do all these movies agree are the essential parts of the story, and what are some adaptations more squeamish about including from Dumas’ original narrative?

Before we dive in, no I have not seen every single adaptation of the story, that would be a dissertation level of research and I do actually have things to do right now (although, I will admit...not many.) I’m looking at these three Hollywood adaptations because they all had star studded casts (for the era they were made in), they’re all English language, and (crucially) they were all easily available on the internet for me to stream.

What are the essential ingredients of a Three Musketeers adaptation?

Firstly, there should be at least three musketeers. Secondly, D’Artagnan (Michael York 1973, Chris O’Donnell 1993, Logan Lerman 2011) should be a young upstart who is introduced part way through a sword fight. He should also have silly hair. He is also consistently introduced to the musketeers in all three films by challenging them each individually to duels at noon, one o’clock and two o’clock.

The films all maintained some elements of the original “Queen’s Diamonds” storyline, and featured the Queen, Milady and Constance. The characterisation of these three varied a lot.

Our villains in each case are invariably the Cardinal, his pal Rochefort (who always has an eyepatch, although this trope is not in the book and is actually attributable to the way Christopher Lee is styled in the 1973 film), and Milady de Winter. Satisfyingly, at least two of the villains usually wear red because they’re bad. Red is for bad.

All three are very swashbuckling in tone, have elements of physical comedy, and two of them include one of the three valet characters Dumas wrote into the original story, Planchet (1973 Roy Kinnear, 2011 James “ugh why” Corden). They also all bear the generic markings of the movies made during the same era, our 70s D’Artagnan feels like a prototype Luke Skywalker. The 90s version features a random martial arts performer. The 2011 version has CGI and James Corden in equal measure (read: far too much of both.)

What are the big differences?

I’m going to divide this category into three main segments: character, story and style. My own three musketeers, the three musketeers of movie making.

Character

D’Artagnan

D’artagnan in the book comes across as a pretty comical figure. He’s nineteen and there’s something satisfying about how similar Dumas’ caricature of a nineteen year old is to a modern character of the same age. He’s overconfident, has a simplistic but concrete set of morals, and falls in love with every woman he sees. If D’Artagnan were a 2021 character, he’d really hate The Last Jedi, is what I’m saying. He’d definitely have a tumblr blog, probably a lot like this one, but perhaps a scooch more earnest. He really loved The Lighthouse but he can’t explain why. Isn’t it nice to know that awkward nineteen year olds have been pretty much the same for the last three hundred years at least?

In all three films he’s kind of irritating, but at least in the 1973 this feels deliberate. This version has a certain “Carry On Musketeering” quality to it and D’Artagnan is your pantomime principal, he’s extremely naïve and he takes himself very seriously. This is the closest D’Artagnan to the book, and the 1973 is, in general, the film which adheres most faithfully to that source material.

The 1993, which is (spoiler alert) my least favourite adaptation, has Chris O’Donnell as the least likeable D’Artagnan I’ve come across. I’ve only seen O’Donnell in one other thing, the Al Pacino movie Scent of a Woman. He’s bearable in that because he’s opposite Al Pacino, and so his wide-eyed innocence makes sense as a contrast to Pacino’s aged hoo-ah cynicism. Rather than being introduced in a practice sword fight with his father, as in the other two films, D’Artagnan is fighting the brother of an ex-lover. This captures the problem with the film in general: this adaptation wants D’Artagnan to be cool. He is not. The comedy of the 1973, and indeed the book, comes from D’Artagnan being deeply uncool, and from his blind idolisation of the deeply flawed Musketeers who actually are cool, but not necessarily heroic, or even good people. Their moral greyness contrasts with D’Artagnan’s defined sense of right and wrong, but he still considers them to be role models and heroes.

2011′s version also suffers from “Cool D’Artagnan” syndrome, with the added annoyance of that most Marvel of tropes: the quip. One of the real issues with this film is that the dialogue has a lot of forced quippery that doesn’t quite land, and the editing slows the pace of the entire film. D’Artagnan’s first interaction with Constance is a bad attempt at wit which Constance points out isn’t very funny. The problem is that Constance has no personality so there’s no real indication that she’s in any position to judge his level of wit. She’s just vague, blonde and there: three characteristics which describe an entire pantheon of badly written female characters throughout the ages. Cool D’Artagnan also means that Constance should be additionally cool, because in the book, Constance is older than, smarter than and over-all more in charge than D’Artagnan.

Female Characters

Let’s go into this with an open mind that understands all these films were made in the sociological context of their decade. The 1973 version would absolutely not be made in the same way now. Constance is a clumsy cartoon character who is forever falling over and accidentally sticking her breasts out. This is not the character from the books, but does at least leave an impression on the viewer one way or another.

In contrast, the 1993 has a Constance so forgettable I literally cannot picture her. I think she holds D’Artagnan’s hand at the end. That’s all I can say on the subject.

The 2011 has Gabriella Wilde in the role, and absolutely wastes her. Anyone who’s seen her in Poldark knows that she can do sharp-tongued beautiful wit-princess with ease. It’s the writing of this film that lets her down, in general, that’s the problem with it. The storyline and design are great, but the actual dialogue lacks the pace and bite that a quip-ridden star vehicle needs. This Constance is given simultaneously more and less to do than the Constance of the original book, who demonstrates at every turn the superiority of her intellect over D’Artagnan, but doesn’t get to pretend to be a Musketeer and whip her hat off to show her flowing golden hair like she does in the 2011.

The best character, for my money, in The Three Musketeers is Milady de Winter. Even Dumas got so obsessed with her that there are full chapters of the book written from pretty much her perspective. In the book, she’s described as a terrifying genius with powers of persuasion so potent that any jailor she speaks to must be instantly replaced. My favourite Milady is absolutely Faye Dunaway from 1973. She’s ferocious and beautiful and ruthless, but potentially looks even better because the portrayals in the other films are so very bad.

The 1993 version has your typical blonde 90s baddie woman (Rebecca De Mornay), she wouldn’t look out of place as a scary girlfriend in an episode of Friends or Frasier. 2011 boasts Milla Jovovich who presents us a much more physical version of the character, even doing an awkwardly shoe-horned anachronistic hall of lasers a la Entrapment except instead of lasers its really thin pieces of glass? The “yeah but it looks cool” attitude to anachronism in this film is what makes it fun, and Jovovich’s Milady isn’t awful, she’s just let down by a plot point that she shares with 1993 Milady. Both these adaptations get really hooked on the fact that Athos used to be married to Milady at one time (conveniently leaving out the less justifiable character point that Athos TRIED TO HANG HER when he found out she had been branded as a thief - doesn’t wash so well with the modern audiences, I think.) Rather than hating/fearing Milady, the two modern adaptations suggest that Athos is still in love with her and pines for her. This detracts from Athos’ character just as much as it detracts from Milady’s. Interestingly, and I don’t know where this came from (if it was in the book I definitely missed it), both films feature a confrontation between the two where Athos points a gun at Milady but she pre-empts him by throwing herself off a cliff (or in the 2011, an air-ship.) I think both these versions were concerned that Milady was an anti-feminist character because she’s so wantonly evil, but I disagree. Equality means it is absolutely possible for Milady to be thoroughly evil and hated by the musketeers just as much as they hate Rochefort and the Cardinal. If you want to sort out the gender issues with this story, round Constance out and give her proper dialogue, don’t make Milady go weak at the knees because of whiny Athos (both Athos characters are exceedingly whiny, 1973 Athos is just...mashed).

The Musketeers

These guys are pretty important to get right in a film called The Three Musketeers. They have to be flawed, funny but kind of cool. Richard Chamberlain is an absolute dish in the 1973 version, capturing all those qualities in one. Is it clear which version is my favourite yet?

Athos is played variously by a totally hammered Oliver Reed (1973), a ginger-bearded Kiefer Sutherland (1993) and a badly bewigged Matthew McFadyen (2011). They all have in common the role of being the most level-headed character, but the focus on the relationship between Athos and Milady in the 93 and 11 editions undermines this a lot. Athos should be cool and aloof, instead of mooning over Milady the entire time. The 2011 gives Athos some painfully “edgy” lines like “I believe in this (points at wine) this (flicks coin) and this (stabs coin with knife.)...” which McFadyen ( once oh so perfect as Mr Darcy) doesn’t quite pull off.

Porthos seems to be the musketeer who is the most different between interpretations. A foppish dandy in the 1973, a pirate (!?!) in the 1993, and then just...large in 2011. I think the mistake made in the 2011 is that large alone does not a personality make. There are hints at Porthos’ characterisation from the book: his dependence on rich women for money and his love of fine clothing, but these are only included as part of his introduction and never crop up again through the rest of the film. Pirate Porthos in 1993 is... you know what, fine, you guys were clearly throwing everything at the wall and seeing what stuck.

Aramis is our dishy Richard Chamberlain in 1973, followed by womanising Charlie Sheen in 1993 and then strikingly suave Luke Evans in 2011. I actually didn’t mind Luke Evans’ interpretation, his dialogue is forgettable but his sleek charm stuck in my head. For some reason, this version has Aramis working as a parking attendant for horses, it worked for me as a fun A Knight’s Tale-esque bit of anachronistic character development. Charlie Sheen has never managed to appear likable or attractive to me and so his role in the 1993 falls flat. In fact, in that edition there’s not much distinction between the musketeers as characters and they’re all just very 90s and American. As anyone who’s read this blog before will expect, I think Keanu Reeves as Aramis would have really upped this film’s game. In fact, Keanu Reeves as Aramis, Brad Pitt as Athos and Will Smith as Porthos could have been the ultimate 90s adaptation, throw in DiCaprio as D’Artagnan and Roger Allam as the Cardinal and I’m fully sold.

The King and Queen

All three films try and do the “Queen’s Diamonds” storyline, but only the 1973 actually includes the Queen’s affair with Buckingham. The queen, played by Geraldine Chaplin, is a tragic romantic figure (she doesn’t have a tonne to do besides being wistful and sighing over Lord Buckingham). The king is played as a frivolous idiot by Jean-Pierre Cassel (voice dubbed by Richard Briers). He doesn’t really think of the queen as a person, more as a possession that he doesn’t want Buckingham to have.

In the 1993 version, Buckingham doesn’t really feature, and it’s the queen’s refusal to get off with the Cardinal that prompts his fury at her. The book does touch on the Cardinal’s desire for the queen, but it’s placed front and centre in 1993. This is definitely the boobsiest version, with quite a lot of corsetry on show and a cardinal who hits on literally all the women. The king is shown as a stroppy teenage boy under the thumb of the cardinal, who just wants to ask the queen to the dance but doesn’t have the nerve. The king is, essentially, a Fall Out Boy lyric.

The 2011 also seems to be really squeamish about the idea of the queen having an extramarital affair. It paints Buckingham (played with excellent wig and aplomb by Orlando Bloom) as a stylish villain, who’s advances the queen has rejected. Like the 1993 version, the King is a feckless youth rendered speechless by the presence of his wife. Both these versions want the King and Queen to be happy together, while the 1973 doesn’t give a fuck.

The Cardinal and his Cronies

The cardinal is kind of universally an evil creepy guy. One of the characters from the 1973 version who actually left the least impression on me, played by Charlton Heston. I think he’s overshadowed in my recollection by cartoonishly evil Christopher Lee as Rochefort. Lee’s Rochefort is dark, mysterious and wonderfully bad, and so influential that all other incarnations’ design is based on him. The 1993 version had truly over the top Michael Wincott as a character I could honestly refer to as Darth Rochefort from the way he’s framed, while 2011 boasts a chronically underused Mads Mikkelsen in the role.

Cardinal-wise, 1993 was my favourite with Tim Curry in all his ecclesiastical splendour. It was disappointing that everything about this film, including the Cardinal’s sexual harassment of every single female character, really didn’t work for me. Tim Curry is a natural choice for this role and gives it his campy all.

2011 has not one but two trendy bond villain actors, with Mikkelsen working alongside Christoph Waltz who was...just kind of fine. I was really excited when he appeared but he didn’t really push the character far enough and left me cold.

Story

The story is where the different adaptations diverge most completely. 1973 follows the plot of the novel, D’Artagnan comes to Paris, befriends the Musketeers and becomes embroiled in a plot by the Cardinal to expose the Queen’s affair with Buckingham through the theft of two diamond studs. D’Artagnan, aided partially by the musketeers, must travel to London to retrieve the set of twelve studs gifted by the King to the Queen, and by the Queen to Buckingham. He does so, the plot is foiled, he’s made into a musketeer! Hurrah, tankards all round.

The 1993 version drops D’Artagnan into the story just as the Cardinal has disbanded the Musketeers. I found the plot of this one really hard to follow and I think at some point D’Artagnan ended up in the Bastille? There was this whole plot point about how Rochefort had killed D’Artagnan’s father. In the original, and in the 1973 version, D’Artagnan’s entire beef with Rochefort is rooted in a joke Rochefort makes about D’Artagnan’s horse. I guess for the producers of this one, a horse insult is not enough motivation for a lifelong grudge. That is really the problem with the entire film, it forgets that the story as told by Dumas is set in a world where men duel over such petty things as “criticising one’s horse”, “blocking one’s journey down a staircase” and “accusing one of having dropped a lady’s handkerchief.” The colour palette and styling are very 90s “fun fun fun”, but the portrayal of the cardinal and the endless angst about D’Artagnan’s father really dampen the mood.

The 2011 version, this is where the shit really hits the fan. We meet our musketeers as they collaborate with Milady to steal the blueprints for a flying ship (it’s like a piratecore zeppelin). Milady betrays them and gives the plans to Buckingham, they all become jaded and unemployed. D’Artagnan arrives on the scene (his American accent explained by the fact that he’s from a different part of France) and befriends the Musketeers. The cardinal tries to frame the queen for infidelity by having Milady steal her diamonds to hide them in Buckingham’s safe at the tower of London. Something something Constance, something something help me D’Artagnan you’re my only hope. MASSIVE AIRSHIP BATTLE. The king and queen have a dance. James Corden cracks wise.

It seems like as time has passed, producers, writers and directors have felt compelled to embellish the story. I think, specifically in the case of the two later versions, this is because they wanted the films to resemble the big successes of the period. Everybody knows no Disney hero can be in possession of both parents, so D’Artagnan is out to avenge his father like Simba or Luke Skywalker. In the 2011 version, the plot is overblown and overcomplicated in what seems like an attempt to replicate the success of both the Sherlock Holmes and Pirates of the Caribbean franchises. Remember the plot of Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End? No, me neither.

Style

The style of these films grows increasingly wild along with the plots as time passes. The 1973 features a lot of slapstick comedy, some of which really made me cackle, and some of which was cringeworthily sexist (Constance’s boobs through the window of a litter.) That’s the 70s though! I love The Godfather but Diane Keaton’s character is unbelivably dull and annoying. Star Wars features a pretty good female character but she does end up in that bikini. The 70s seems to be a time of movies that were great except for their occasional headlong dive into misogyny. That doesn’t mean the entire movie is bad, it just means it’s suffering from the consequences of being made in the 70s. There were other consequences of this, I doubt many modern productions could get away with physically injuring so many of it’s cast members. From a glance down the IMDB trivia page, this film yielded a higher casualties to cast ratio than the My Chemical Romance Famous Last Words music video, and that’s a hard figure to top.

The 1993 version is a Disney feature and suffers from having a thin sheen (not Charlie in this instance) of “Disney Original Movie” pasted over every scene. It looks like The Parent Trap might be filming in the adjacent studio a lot of the time. The vibrancy of the colours makes the costumes look unrealistic, while the blandness of the female characters means this movie ends up a bit of a bland bro-fest. Also occasionally the sexual and violent moments really jar with the overall tone making it an uneven watch. One minute it’s Charlie Sheen cracking jokes about trying to get off with someone’s wife, the next minute you see Milady throw herself off a cliff and land on the rocks. Weird choices all round.

The 2011 version, as I’ve already mentioned, was trying to borrow its style from the success of Sherlock Holmes and Pirates of the Caribbean, with a little Ocean’s 11 thrown in. The soundtrack flips between not quite a Hans Zimmer score and not quite that other Hans Zimmer score, and after the success of Stardust it ends with a Take That song (for it to match up to the story it should have been Take That feat. Harry styles imho). Visually, there’s some fantastic travel by mapping going on, there’s far too much CGI (one of my friends pointed out that the canal in Venice seemed to be full of Flubber). Everyone is dressed in black leather, and there are not enough big hats at all. One of the best things about Musketeers films is that they’re an excuse for ridiculous hats, and in a film with a quite frankly insane visual style, I’m surprised the hats didn’t make it through. The cast, unfortunately, really lack chemistry which means the humorous dialogue is either stilted or James Corden, and the editing is just very strange. It’s one of those films that feels about as disjointed as an early morning dream, the one where you dream you’ve woken up, gotten dressed and fed the cat, but you actually are still in bed.

Conclusion

Adaptations focus on different things depending on the context they were created in. The 2005 Pride and Prejudice is deliberately “grittier” than its 1990s predecessor, at a stage when “grit” was everywhere (The Bourne Identity, Spooks, Constantine). The Musketeers adaptations demonstrate exactly the same thing: what people wanted in the 70s was bawdy comedy and slapstick with a likeable idiot hero, the 90s clearly called for... Charlie Sheen and bright colours, and the 2010s just want too much of everything and a soundtrack with lots of banging and crashing. The more modern adaptations simplified the female characters (although the 1973 version definitely is guilty of oversimplifying Constance) while over-complicating the plot. There’s a lot of embellishment going on in the 2011 version that suggests the film wasn’t very sure of itself, it pulls its plot punches while simultaneously blindly flailing its stylistic fists.

The film that works the best for me will always be the 1973 because it’s pretty straight down the line. Musketeers are good, Milady is evil, falling over is funny and the King’s an idiot. The later adaptations seem to be trying to fix problems with the story that the 1973 version just lets fly. The overcorrection of Milady and the under characterisation of Constance is the perfect example of this. If you want your Musketeers adaptation to be more feminist, don’t weaken Milady, strengthen Constance. Sometimes a competent female character is all that we need. A Constance who is like Florence Cassel from Death in Paradise or Ahn Young-yi from Misaeng could really pack a punch.

I adored the energy of the 2011 adaptation, I loved how madcap it was, I loved how it threw historical accuracy to the wind. I thought the king was adorable, and I really enjoyed seeing Orlando Bloom hamming it up as Buckingham. I was genuinely sad that the sequel the ending sets up for never came, because once they got out of the sticky dialogue and into the explosions, the film was great fun. It was a beautiful disaster that never quite came together, but I really enjoyed watching it. I love films that have a sense of wild chaos, some more successful examples are The Devil’s Advocate, Blow Dry and Lego Batman. I think the spirit of going all out on everything can sometimes result in the best cinematic experience, it’s just a shame the script wasn’t really up to muster for 2011 Musketeers.

I’m excited to see what the next big budget Musketeers adaptation brings, even if I’m going to have to wait another ten years to see it. I hope it’s directed by Chad Stahelski, that’d really float my boat (through the sky, like a zeppelin.)

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cirrius-akiyo · 4 years ago

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Hello!! From the angst/fluff list may I please request 18. It’s late. Shouldn’t you be asleep?” and 86. "Don’t be scared, I’m right here.”? Is it possible to combine them, if not that's fine. Your fanfics are amazing ❤❤❤

Thank you my lovely! This took longer than I thought, but thank you for bearing with me.

This is number 18 and 86 from the Fluff/Angst Prompts List.

You can read the full version here at AO3.

Or you can read half of it below (it's too long to post all of it here):

Peering Through the Veil

Staring down at his half empty mug, Eddie silently curses the chamomile tea for failing to calm his jittery nerves. So much for false advertising.

It is past 1.00 a.m. and the rest of the crews are all in their respective bunks, saves for a few who are still wound up with residual adrenaline from their last call, Eddie included.

But Michael and Shawn are off onto the rooftop searching for some fresh air, leaving Eddie alone in the kitchen with his thoughts.

Long minutes passed when Eddie hears the heavy footsteps climbing up the staircase leading to the loft. Thinking it is either Michael or Shawn, Eddie doesn't turn around to acknowledge their presence.

"Eddie?"

The familiar gruff voice got Eddie to swivel his head around, and his gaze falls onto Buck, whose eyes are still droopy from sleep. His hair curls haphazardly on the top of his head, a menial proof that at least someone got a good rest.

"It's late. Shouldn't you be asleep?" Buck breaks a yawn as he heads towards the cabinet, reaching for his favourite mug and fills it with water. Chris was the one who gave Buck the mug, insisting that Buck is the Mr. Red Hot Superhero and Eddie didn't have a heart to explain to the boy on the double entendre and that 'red hot' might implied something else. Yet Buck had happily received the mug and has been using it ever since, and even got mad when Billy had used it that one time.

Eddie shrugs. "In a bit. Finishing my tea first." He explains, lifting his half full lukewarm tea for Buck to see.

Buck seems to contemplate his simple answer while taking in small sips and Eddie swears he could feel Buck is peering through his mind.

Sure enough, Buck plops down onto the chair opposite to Eddie.

"Is everything okay?" Buck asks, one hand is playing with his mug, swirling the clear liquid around.

Who is Eddie kidding? Of course Buck could read him like an open book. They've been attached to the hips since Eddie's day one, and still going strong despite all the unsavoury circumstances they're stuck in, recent develoments included.

Risking a glance towards the other man who is still clearly anticipating for a reply, Eddie wipes his face harshly in search for some composure, and lets out a resign sigh.

"Hey, just because our relationship is on hold, doesn't mean I stop caring about you, Eddie. You are still my best friend. So what's up?" Buck leans forward, expressing his attentiveness.

Eddie sighs again. "Chris has been asking why didn't you stay the other night." His kid is too smart to not not noticing the shift in their schedule.

Buck bites his lower lip, worrying the tender red flesh. The lips that is not for Eddie to kiss anymore.

"Do you want me to talk with him? And if you wanted me to, I can sleep on the couch." Buck hesitantly offers, clearly not wanting to overstep the line Eddie had drawn himself.

"You'd do that?" Eddie's eyebrows shot up at Buck's suggestions.

"Sure. Anything for Christopher." The simple answer manage to gnaw on Eddie's core.

The small smile that adorned Buck's face pains Eddie, tugging at his heart over and over and making it aches. All because he could still see the longing and hurt that still linger underneath the blonde's concrete mask. The mask Eddie himself had forced Buck to put on, albeit indirectly.

They do read each other openly.

"Buck..."

"Don't worry Eddie. I understand. I won't overstep." Buck stands up quickly after making the promise, rushing to put away his mug and hastily making a run towards the bunk room, leaving Eddie alone with his thoughts all over again.

Isn't this what Eddie wants? For them to take a break? Then why watching Buck leaving hurt Eddie so much when he was the one who left first?

* * *

"I think we should take a break." The words that came out from Eddie's mouth caused Buck to stiffen, his smile fell off his face. They were in the station's parking lot, ready to call it a day, and although Buck looked forward to seeing Chris, an invitation from Eddie never came.

"Are you...are you breaking up with me?" Buck timidly asked, not really looking at Eddie in the eyes. He just kept playing with the hem of his shirt, trying so hard to will the tears from falling.

"No. No. I love you Buck. But I don't think I am where I want to be yet. Chris loves you so much that I am afraid for things that might be...if we take our relationship further this fast." Eddie felt like a jerk for putting the devastating look in Buck's eyes. But in all honesty, that was not all the reason.

"I don't understand Eddie. What did I do wrong?" Buck whispered brokenly, slowly, so slow that the sound had tugged hard at Eddie's heart, making it ached with wants. "Was it because I told you I want to marry you someday? Was it too much?" Buck rambled on, trying to find the logical explanation for the uncalled situation.

Eddie stepped forward to put his hands on the younger man's shoulder, cutting his rambling short. "No, no, Buck. I promised you, you did nothing wrong. It is all on me...I...uh," Eddie struggled to find the right words, when in reality he had already single-handedly shattered the pure heart belongs to the man he loves.

"I just wish we have more time to navigate this newfound dynamic. My parents are coming down in few weeks. They are staying until Christmas and I don't want to spring this news to them. We're not in the best terms yet. I just don't want them to come out with more reason to force us, or worse, to move Chris back to El Paso." Excuses, excuses. That's all Eddie thought of when he heard himself sputtering the words out.

"So I was thinking, let's put this on hold first and see how the circumstances goes. They will be staying here for about three weeks, and you should be having a fun Christmas without needing to meet my parents." More excuses. Sad, sad case of flimsy excuses.

Eddie honestly thought Buck will put more fight, but...

"Okay." His flimsy excuses got Buck to resign dejectedly with one simple word, and Eddie had never hated himself more for causing Buck's glow dimmed.

"Just so you know, I'll be here and I love you." Buck tugged his shoulders free from Eddie's hold and start to walk away towards his Jeep without giving Eddie another glance. He loves Eddie too much that if Eddie truly wished for this, he'll gladly do it even if his heart shattered beyond salvation.

* * *

It has been two whole weeks from the fateful night of them taking a break from their relationship. Or Eddie forcing them to take one. Buck and Eddie still work fluidly side by side as if nothing has changed between them. Buck still jokes and let himself be carefree around him just like before, making Eddie feel like he has been thrown back into the past, before the day when Buck had declared his undying love to him.

Back to the status quo of being just best friends.

And Buck is doing a damn good job at being one.

They would still have the movie nights and weekend outings with Chris, but that's about it. The kisses, the lingering touches and the warm embraces of them making love are completely absent from their routine. Buck would dashed out of their home once Chris is tucked in, never stayed long enough for a beer or two, leaving Eddie completely lost for words.

Eddie knows he should be more proactive to insert normalcy into Chris' life that doesn't include much Buck-Time before his parents arrive, but honestly his heart can't look at the face Chris or Buck made if he told them that their plans are cancelled.

Eddie looks down from the loft, his gaze searching for a tall blonde that was not his. Buck is downstairs at the rig, trying to polish whatever dirt is there tainting the already shiny metal.

"You'll regret it if one day someone come and sweep him off his feet. He has the right to move on you know, even though he's quite firm of waiting for you." Hen suddenly piped up beside him, biting into her apple nonchalantly.

"You know?" Eddie sputtered. While they did come out to the team when they first got together, the pause in their relationship is not a public statement. They still live in each others' pocket when they're at the work, just devoid of small kisses and hand holding here and there.

"He told me because he doesn't want us to make things awkward between you two with our unwelcome remarks. To treat you guys like before both of you got into the relationship. And from what I see, you guys really did." She explains, a sad chuckle thrumming through her throat.

Eddie just nods. He doesn't really know what to say to that. Buck still look after him even he doesn't have to, just so Eddie wouldn't be uncomfortable from the peering eyes and gossiping smiles.

"That boy wears his heart on his sleeve and we all see how he loves you. He still does. I know because he has this look when he thought nobody is looking. He's good for you, you know. Not just you, but for Chris too. And I see how you look at him too. Just hurry up to catch up, or you'll regret it soon." Hen pats his shoulder firmly before walking off to throw the pit, leaving Eddie to soak in the sage words she left behind.

Gazing back down to where Buck is, Eddie couldn't help but to feel a spark of jealousy at seeing Buck chatted animatedly with Gillian who is pawing at the man's bicep nonchalantly. Eddie purses his lips. The audacity of some.

Hen doesn't need to remind him, he already regretting their little arrangements the moment he went spewing those nonsense that night in the parking lot.

///

Staring at the shift schedule written on the white board, Eddie couldn't help but to frown, feeling the unsettling nerve bubbling up from the pit of his stomach. And the Christmas songs playing on queue in the background only help to fuel his misery.

Of course he would see Buck's name listed on Christmas Eve and Christmas day.

"Did the white board offend you or something?" Chimney pipes up from his side, blowing bubblegum in his way of picking at Eddie.

"Or something." Eddie grumbles, skimming through the names that will be joining Buck later, grimacing when Gillian's name listed on both days.

"Ooh, pissy. Does this got to do with the fact that your parents are in town or the fact that you won't be spending Christmas with Buck?" Chimney continues to taunt him, jabbing where it hurts.

Both, okay! Eddie wants to scream at Chim who is looking extra smug for being able to push on his button. And for the love of everything holy, Eddie should see this coming. Chim and Hen might not tease them, but Eddie should know he wouldn't be spared from some ribbing, especially for putting Buck through this arrangement. Buck is their little brother after all, blood ties or not.

Deciding that while he loves Chimney, Eddie could strangle him to death with his own bubblegum if he stays any longer, so Eddie walks away towards the gym in search for the source of his troubling thoughts.

Buck is on the treadmill running gracefully at full speed, and Eddie stops on his track to admire the view for a while.

Buck has always been beautiful, graceful in everything he does, and Eddie has witnessed them countless times, admiring the nimbleness, either fully clothed or not. But now the later seems like a distant memory at the back of his mind. And Eddie is reminded again at how his sheets has been so cold these past weeks.

Buck must have notices him from the corner of his eyes and immediately slowing the machine to a stop before stepping down to meet Eddie halfway. Pulling out his earbuds, Buck throws a smile at Eddie as a greeting.

"Hey." Buck huff, still catching his breath. "You need a spot?" Buck glance at Eddie up and down before noticing that the older man is not in his gym attire and smiles sheepishly at that, murmuring an apology. Eddie could painfully hear the dwindling eagerness in the blonde's voice.

"I saw your name on Christmas shifts." Eddie whispers, not wanting to push Buck away with unnecessary argument. "You didn't tell me you're working. I thought you have this year's Christmas off." We're both off.

Buck rubs the back of his head, the tell-tale sign of impending lies or deflection.

"I uh... I owe Jake to cover some of his shifts."

So a lie then. Eddie knows very well Buck doesn't owe anyone to cover their shift this half year.

"You don't have to do this Buck. I'm sure Cap will find somebody else to cover his spot. You've been working on Christmas for three years in a row now." Eddie tries to talk Buck out of it, partly because he doesn't want him to be in a 24 hours shift with Gillian and her unwelcome pawing, and partly because a tremendous guilt is clawing on his conscience.

The little voice in his head is niggling at him that this year is supposed to be their first Christmas as a couple, and Buck must have look forward to it. But his stupid ass had put themselves through this mess and Eddie now has to lie on the bed that he had laid. Just peachy.

"I do, actually, have to do this." The cut off tone in Buck's reply just confirms his thought.

That Buck decides to work throughout Christmas because he doesn't has anything to do or anyone to celebrate with, since Maddie and Chim will be out of town to celebrate with his adoptive parents. And Buck does not want to be left alone. A notion Eddie should be familiar with. Or the one people he does want to be with had pushed him away.

The hurt look on Buck's face crushes his heart, because he knows damn well he had put it there himself.

"Look, you at least deserve a time off." Eddie tries again, but with each seconds passing as he stand before the heartbroken man, Eddie knows it is futile. It's too late now.

Eddie Diaz has single-handedly robs Christmas and all of its joy and happiness off Buck.

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Turns out it did not take another person to swept Buck off his feet, but a broken beam.

And Eddie couldn't believe the news when Bobby first told him, his Captain's voice echoes against the ringing of his ears. Eddie could hear Bobby's frantic voice on the line asking if Eddie still there.

No. Eddie shouldn't be here because he should be there.

No.

Buck should be here instead.

Buck should be here, celebrating Christmas morning soon with him and Christopher. Buck should be sitting down with him watching Chris tears open every presents with glee. From the kitchen, Eddie's wild gaze falls upon a meticulously wrapped box among the arrays of gifts under the tree, remembering Buck has passed it through Carla to give it to Christopher, earning Eddie a disapproved glare from the iron lady.

"Yeah, I'm here Bobby. Where are they taking him?"

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The 21 Best Christmas Horror Movies

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Technicolor lights are about to illuminate every other home in the neighborhood; carolers are marching through the streets; even that old tree in Rockefeller is shining brightly.

For some folks, that’s enough to make you want to grab an axe. But don’t do that. Watch demented men dressed as Santa Claus or a demon Krampus indulge your Anti-Christmas sentiments with maximum gore. Indeed, this list isn’t about the most charming, heartwarming, or schmaltzy Christmas viewing traditions. Nah, this is about the 20 grossest, nastiest, and all around most fun Christmas horror movies. The kind where the greatest gift you’re going to get on Christmas morning is escaping with your life and maybe some psychological triggers whenever you see jolly men in red suits.

Yep, these are the very best Christmas horror movies. Ho. Freaking. Ho.

Anna and the Apocalypse (2017)

Almost certainly one of the sweetest, most positive, and upbeat Christmas movies on the list is this wonderful feel good musical romance from director John McPhail, which also happens to be a zombie movie. It follows a group of friends in a small Scottish town who are just about to finish school and are making plans for the future when a zombie outbreak lands.

Incredibly catchy tunes which take inspiration from Buffy musical episode Once More With Feeling, mix with inventive festive kills – zombie snowman decapitation is a highlight – in a way that manages not to tonally jar. It’s mostly thanks to the super-likeable performances of the young cast, headed up by Ella Hunt, and the teenage troubles, romances, and heartbreak which form the backdrop of the movie. Paul Kaye also pops up as the school’s tyrannical headmaster – his musical numbers aren’t the best but he brings cartoon villain energy to an unusual but rather adorable Christmas horror that’s way better than you might expect.

– Rosie Fletcher

Better Watch Out (2016)

Home Alone is surely one of the most popular and iconic Christmas movies of all time, though it is not, of course, a horror. However, if it was, it would look something like Better Watch Out, a slick reinvention of the home invasion sub-genre. Olivia DeJonge plays babysitter Ashley, who attempts to protect her charge, 12-year-old Luke (Levi Miller), when they are threatened by intruders in his home. But all is not as it seems.

DeJonge and Miller spar beautifully in a movie which plays with gender and coming of age tropes and includes handfuls of gruesome set pieces, while Ed Oxenbould brings comic relief. This is clever, funny and gruesome stuff from director Chris Peckover which might not become a new Christmas tradition but should definitely be watched at least once.

– Rosie Fletcher

Black Christmas (1974)

Getting stabbed by a unicorn head to the tune of carolers singing “Silent Night” is probably not how you want to spend Christmas Eve. This pre-Scream holiday slasher claims its victims in a sorority house haunted by creepy phone calls (sans ghost mask), demonic noises, bodies eerily shrouded in plastic wrap, and one perverse killer whose voice alone is enough to freeze your blood.

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When an unidentified caller keeps harassing your entire sorority house with obscene things you can only half-understand (because he sounds like a deranged Donald Duck that laughs like the Joker), you should run even if it is 10 degrees outside. The blizzard of murders keeps raging with one victim dragged screaming by a hook, and another bludgeoned to death. Never mind the one suffocated by plastic wrap and left next to the window like the vacant face of a doll staring out into the night. You’ll hardly sleep in heavenly peace after this one.

– Elizabeth Rayne

Christmas Evil (aka You Better Watch Out) (1980)

In his one and only film as writer/director, Lewis Jackson crafted a smart and clever black comedy that’s more character study than straight horror film. John Waters insists it’s a comedy about a closeted transvestite (of a sort), but it’s much more than that—it’s the Taxi Driver of Yuletide shockers. Brandon Maggart plays a man who takes Christmas way too seriously. His home is filled with bright holiday decorations all year-round while Christmas carols are playing on the stereo. Santa is his role model, a symbol of all that is good and just in the world. He even works at a toy factory.

He so identifies with Santa, he takes to spying on the neighbor kids, keeping his own carefully annotated naughty and nice lists. But when he recognizes the level of cynicism and hypocrisy among his co-workers, bosses, and the people around town as the most joyous time of the year approaches, well, he goes a little funny in the head. He reaches for the suit and beard and axe, determined to reward the good and punish the evil.

Maggart has since tried to desperately distance himself from the film, but he gives a remarkable performance here as a completely isolated figure with a head swimming with both joy and rage. In the end, the film remains king of the sub-subgenre. Screw It’s a Wonderful Life and Rudolph. Apart from Blast of Silence and Invasion U.S.A., Christmas Evil is the only holiday film I watch annually.

– Jim Knipfel

A Christmas Horror Story (2015)

Admittedly, a number of horror-based Christmas movie have gone with the anthology angle for their storytelling. Hell, this isn’t even the only anthology film on this list. A Christmas Horror Story may not be on a lot of people’s radar, but it’s a worthy installment that goes to some unusual places purely because both the Christmas and anthology playgrounds have gotten so bloated at this point. This film also benefits from being executed by a cabal of directors who are responsible for directing some of the best horror movies to come out of Canada in passing years, such as Splice, the Black Christmas remake, and the Ginger Snaps trilogy.

A Christmas Horror Story deliciously uses a radio DJ (William Shatner) as the connective tissue that holds together the four stories that comprise the film. Parables on ghost possession, clone doppelgangers, Krampus, and zombie elves all get their due here. The film also has a pretty inspired ending that actually casts the picture in a whole new light. It’s got Santa Claus fighting Krampus. What’s not to like?

– Daniel Kurland

Dead of Night (1945)

Never play hide and go seek in a house where someone was murdered. While it might be best known for Michael Redgrave’s night-terror-inducing ventriloquist dummy scene that sparked the phobia of possessed puppets, Dead of Night also invites you to a Christmas party with a spectral guest. Spacecase Sally’s genuine terror at realizing what she thinks she saw is what she really saw will forever have you second-guessing shadows creeping in the cold.

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What is obvious in this scene—encroaching darkness and shadows looming over what a place you know is haunted without ever having to hear the big reveal—is hardly as chilling as what is not so obvious until the truth silently materializes. The ghost of the little boy plays hide-and-seek with the other children as if warm blood courses through his veins. Unlike many stereotypical see-through phantoms of the era, this one doesn’t have that telltale translucence which would set off a chorus of screams. Being almost disturbingly normal is exactly what makes him so terrifying.

– Elizabeth Rayne

Eyes Wide Shut (1999)

Eyes Wide Shut was the non-denominational star at the top of Stanley Kubrick’s Christmas tree. Originally conceived as a Woody Allen vehicle, it almost starred Steve Martin after Allen insisted on reading the script from right to left. It is as much a cautionary tale as Dickens’ A Christmas Carol, bringing the whole family together with a different Christmas tree in almost every frame.

Kubrick pours on the cheer from the opening sequence at the Christmas party where the first gifts are unwrapped, and oh boy are they unwrapped. Bill Harford, played by Tom Cruise, dives right into the muffled spirit of giving after he performs a more than charitable deed for the party’s host, played by Sydney Pollack.

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Harford spends most of the film looking for the perfect gift like a slow motion version of Jingle All the Way, rushing around from New York City’s famous toy repository FAO Schwartz to downtown specialty shops, to the suburbs, where he can find collectors’ editions. Cruise pays Harford like a wooden windup toy, and not a particularly cute one, either. In spite of all the colorful lights and trips above and below the rainbow, Harford just can’t get into the Christmas spirit. He’s not even moved by the uplifting seasonal tunings of “I Want a Boy for Christmas” by the Del-Vettes. He recovers his seasonal facilities while humming along to the chant during the climactic illuminati sex party, though! The song is actually “Here Comes Santa Claus” sung backwards in Latin, adding more menace to the proceedings than Silas Barnaby brought to Toyland in The March of the Wooden Soldiers.

– Tony Sokol

Gremlins (1984)

Santa doesn’t exist… unless it’s your father in a red suit who met his untimely end trying to slide down the chimney with a sack of presents before getting stuck. Don’t tell that to the innocent bat-like ears of a harmless (for now) Mogwai. It’s exactly the kind of story you expect to hear while hunkering down in the shadows with a flashlight while a bunch of leathery green things with too many teeth ransack the neighborhood.

And as for Santa? That smell coming from the fireplace weeks later was no dead cat. Worst. Christmas story. Ever.

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This movie should be on every hardcore horror fan’s holiday playlist just for the musical monstrosity of those reptilian things decked out in Santa hats and earmuffs singing “Deck the Halls” at the neighbors’ door, sheet music and all. This is continuing proof that animals have a sixth sense, because her yowling cat senses something off about the voices warbling “Joy to the World” outside. She’s right to have an aversion to Christmas carolers.

– Elizabeth Rayne

Holidays (2015)

There have been so many holiday-themed horror films at this point—reaching Christmas and going far, far beyond that—so why not make an anthology film that takes that idea to the extreme? Holidays hits the expected staples such as Christmas, Halloween, and Valentine’s Day, but part of the fun here is how holidays with lesser expectations like Easter or St. Patrick’s Day deliver some truly horrifying content (seriously, the St. Patrick’s Day segment is disturbing, bonkers chaos).

The Christmas segment comes courtesy of Scott Stewart (Legion) and has Seth Green trying to survive the holiday as he attempts to get his son the perfect gift. Stewart’s installment feels very reminiscent of a Black Mirror episode with virtual reality, consumerism, and the dangers of mob mentality all playing their part here.

A lot of these anthology films also try to bank off of the name recognition and notoriety of the assembled directors, but Holidays proudly features a collection of mostly fresh faces (although Kevin Smith and Starry Eye’s Kevin Kolsch contribute segments). It’s fun to discover a bunch of new blossoming talents here.

– Daniel Kurland

Jack Frost (1997)

This ain’t the cringeworthy father/son bonding vehicle starring Michael Keaton. No, this is the Jack Frost where the killer snowman’s nose functions as both a killing tool and a device to sexually assault his victims. All square? But hey, at the least the film isn’t afraid to ride its ridiculous premise as hard as possible.

First of all, an actual killer named Jack Frost crashes into a truck of “genetics material” that causes him to transform into this cold abomination in the first place. That sets the tone pretty nicely for the abundant murders, sex, and plot holes that plague the town of Snowmonton (yup). It’s hard to believe that this film got made, with all of the visuals being some real spectacles that you don’t typically see in the horror genre.

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Jack Frost is the perfect Christmas horror film to shut your brain off and watch, or the title that you should be selecting right in the middle of your deep eggnog haze. It’s utter nonsense, but it knows that it is and has tons of fun with itself. We need more talented individuals trying to tap into the killer snowman subgenre. There’s still a true classic waiting to come to life here.

– Daniel Kurland

Krampus (2015)

Morbidly funny in its anti-holiday sarcasm and ridiculous demons, Krampus is like a mashup of the Griswolds, the Grinch, and every mythical beast that has ever been rumored to devour children on the naughty list. You’d rather get coal in your stocking than a killer jack-in-the-box jump scare… or find chilling hoof prints in the snow that are definitely not from Rudolph.

Krampus is one Yuletide monster actually worse than the Grinch. The grisly inspiration for this tale is a Germanic one about a hairy, horned, and cloven-hooved demon who stuffs naughty children in his sack and either beats them with a wooden switch or eats them (depending on who you ask). Also, his heart won’t grow three sizes from gorging on human flesh, either.

This version of Krampus is also hungry for anyone who’s lost their holiday spirit—whether or not you otherwise qualify for the nice list. Watch this with the lights off for the full effect of the power outage that works to the creature’s advantage as he goes hunting for holiday nonbelievers. Kids, don’t scorn Santa or Krampus will come to collect you.

– Elizabeth Rayne

The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993)

There are some of us who know this movie verbatim and to the point where we will shamelessly break out singing “This is Halloween” and raise Jack’s quasi-Shakespearean monologue from the dead even in the middle of July. Or keep warning people that tragedy’s at hand. Or correct anyone who says there are 365 days until next Halloween by growling “364!” The stop-motion animation saga of the talking skeleton turned “Sandy Claws” bewitched an entire generation of ‘90s kids.

Even people who hate Halloween will stare with delight and awe when Jack’s skull bursts out of a snowdrift, and he first puts colored lights in his eye sockets and explores every “what’s this?” in Christmas Town like a spook in a coffin shop. You just can’t help but love the adventurous skeleton, even if he does end up making haunted houses out of people’s living rooms on Christmas Eve. Whether you’d rather be making Christmas with strangely somber carols, reanimated reindeer or toys that bite back, it’s now an officially unofficial holiday classic.

– Elizabeth Rayne

P2 (2007)

On the sillier end of the Christmas horror spectrum comes P2, a film named after a section in a parking lot, starring Wes Bentley and Rachel Nichols. She’s a business woman trapped in a multi-story parking garage on Christmas Eve, he’s the insane Security Guard who’s obsessed with her and really wants her to try his festive eggnog, so to speak.

Camp and gory, this is the directorial debut of Franck Khalfoun who would follow it up with a remake of Maniac. The movie was co-written by Alexandre Aja who made one of the greatest cat-and-mousers ever in Switchblade Romance. The set up is formulaic, perhaps, but the game performances and relentlessness of the action makes this worthwhile. And if that’s not enough check out a deranged Bentley dressed as Santa, for the angel on the top of the Christmas tree.

– Rosie Fletcher

Rare Exports (2010)

There couldn’t possibly be a more sinister place to search for Santa’s ancient burial mound than in the frigid depths of Lapland. It’s the same supposedly enchanted place Dick van Dyke hiked to in the search for Santa in an ‘80s musical Christmas special, except this time you won’t find him in a cozy cottage with stockings hung by the chimney with care. You won’t find the guy in red from the mall, but anything that takes a disembodied pig’s head as bait couldn’t possibly be jingle-belling on a sleigh with eight tiny reindeer, especially when he seems to have a ravenous appetite for said reindeer.

This time, “the spirit of the season” is literally the most malicious Christmas spirit that has ever terrorized the Yuletide. Even if you watch the whole thing in Finnish and don’t understand a word except the screaming, the ghost of the child in you that really did believe there was a guy in the North Pole will be forever traumatized. This glaze-eyed zombie incarnation of Mr. Claus doesn’t laugh like a bowl full of jelly. You better watch out, indeed.

– Elizabeth Rayne

Santa Claws (1996)

You do have to wonder what happened to John Russo along the line. 30 years after co-writing Night of the Living Dead, he came up with this decidedly sleazy but sadly unoriginal wonderment, which was much more focused on boobs than Yuletide butchery. In what by that point had become a battered cliché of the Slasher Santa subgenre, a young boy named Wayne (Grant Kramer) sees his mom having sex with a man wearing a Santa hat (!), and so murders them both. I’m not exactly sure how this transference would work in Freudian terms, but when he gets older, he a) becomes obsessed with a low-budget scream queen named Raven (played by low-budget scream queen Debbie Rochon) and b) decides he’s Santa.

As you might imagine, stalking someone when you’re wearing a Santa suit is no mean feat, but Wayne gives it his best shot. Most of the film, however, focuses on Raven and her extended family as she gets undressed a lot and wonders not only why that creep in the Santa suit keeps showing up everywhere, but why everyone around her keeps dying in a particularly bloody fashion. It can feel like there are two films going on here, a by-the-numbers stalker/slasher movie and a holiday horror film, which leaves me thinking Russo had one of them in mind, but after some eight-year-old smarty-pants came up with that clever “Santa Claws” pun, well, he just had to run with it.

– Jim Knipfel

Santa’s Slay (2005)

Christmas can sure scare the Dickens out of people. Hence why you can’t not watch a holiday horror flick in which Santa is the Antichrist, sentenced to 1,000 years of delivering gifts after losing a curling match with an angel, and played by former pro wrestler Bill “Who’s Next?” Goldberg.

As the only son of Satan (you know what they say about rearranging the letters in that name) whose grim legend is immortalized in the Book of Claus, he can now at last spread Christmas fear with weapons, karate kicks, hand grenades, exploding presents, and his own perverse idea of what “Ho ho ho” should really mean. Them’s the breaks once the bet’s terms are done.

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Santa’s methods of murder are fiendishly festive—to say the least. There is no naughty or nice list when it comes to an insatiable appetite for violence. He even knocks out poseurs in red suits and drives a sleigh with a rocket engine like it’s the Batmobile. Mall Santas everywhere are shaking in their pleather boots.

– Elizabeth Rayne

Silent Night, Deadly Night (1984)

Naughty children get punished with more than just a stocking full of coal in this Christmas chiller. Just the opening scene with all those empty-eyed animatronic toys haunting a window display after-hours should tell you that this is not a movie that’s going to end in visions of sugarplums. Forget that it’s supposed to be the season of all things magical. Those things can be more terrifying than every single plastic skeleton and gaping zombie mask you’ll ever see in a haunted house around Halloween.

You’d better watch out for that psycho in the red suit who grabs a hatchet off the wall as if it was his bag full of toys and packs an automatic pistol in his fur-lined pocket, murdering misbehaving kids he’s been watching undercover of shadow. This sadistic Santa clearly doesn’t believe in sliding down chimneys—and the only red he’s interested in wearing is the blood of innocents. If that won’t convince you to stay awake because he sees you when you’re sleeping, you must be Freddie Krueger.

– Elizabeth Rayne

Silent Night, Deadly Night Part 2 (1987)

Three years after the shit-storm sparked by the original’s ad campaign, some smart cookie decided a sequel was necessary. A tough call there, given most all the principals were killed off pretty thoroughly the first time around, but still, right?

But there was money to be made, so they brought in an untested director (Lee Harry), a mostly untested crew, and a cast of mostly non-professional actors. After a half-dozen writers took a swipe at the script, they came up with a confounding but tepid rehash of the first film. This time around, and mostly in flashback, we learn that after the first killer Santa was sloppily dispatched at the end of Part 1, his brother Ricky becomes determined to uncover what went wrong.

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He pays a visit to the sadistic Mother Superior at the Catholic asylum where his brother had been kept, and before you can say “ho ho ho,” Ricky ends up donning the red and white suit himself to do a little rampaging, though without nearly half of his brother’s imagination. They even used the same fucking poster design, just slapped a “2” on it. I guess hoping they might raise the same sort of ruckus the first one had. Sadly, it was too late for that.

– Jim Knipfel

Sint (2010)

Dutch director Dick Maas took some early steps toward Krampus territory with his re-imagining of the legend of the warm-hearted Saint Nick. Borrowing heavily from earlier Italian, Spanish, and American horror films, as well as Danish folklore, “Sinterklaas” here was actually a bloodthirsty medieval murderer and all around brute who oversaw a savage reign of terror. Finally fed up with all his nonsense, the ornery local villagers banded together on the night of Dec. 5 and lynched him. As per tradition, however, in the moments before he died Sinterklaas vowed vengeance from beyond the grave, promising to return every 32 years on that very night to do bad and icky things to the villagers’ descendants.

Over the centuries, the story was mainstreamed and soft-pedaled, becoming part of the local folklore. The character of Saint Nick became much more benevolent and child-friendly so as not to scare the wee folk. Then, well, wouldn’t you know it? That anniversary creeps around again, Sinterklaas is true to his word, and Amsterdam turns all bloody, leaving it up to an intrepid teenager named Frank to put a stop to the mayhem.

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A stylish, wicked, and hugely entertaining take on the darker history of a beloved legend. It was also the top grossing film in Denmark in 2010, which either says something about the Danish film industry or the Dutch themselves.

– Jim Knipfel

Tales From the Crypt: And All Through the House (1972)

The Crypt Keeper first emerged as a ghoulish EC Comics horror host in the pages of Tales From the Crypt who crawled onto the big screen in this horror anthology, welcoming unknowing tourists to his catacombs with bony arms open. What the tourists don’t know is that they’re all recently deceased. The invite is to a subterranean story-time in which he unearths the gruesome details of their deaths with a gap-toothed grin. Creatures are obviously stirring when killer wife Joanne is stalked by a homicidal Santa in this warped homage to ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas titled (appropriately enough) “… And All Through the House.”

So it is that “O Come All Ye Faithful” is interrupted while playing on the radio by a scratchy warning of a homicidal maniac run amok. And wouldn’t you just know it, this occurs right as Joan Collins is offing her husband with a shot to the head—and then realizes she has to dismember the body before cashing in on his life insurance. Her blissfully naïve daughter lets the killer jolly old elf in, shrieking that Santa finally came before he erupts into psychopathic rage. Clement C. Moore must be turning in his grave.

– Elizabeth Rayne

The Wolf of Snow Hollow

Certainly less purely Christmas-y than other entries on this list, The Wolf of Snow Hollow is nonetheless a wintry delight set during the holiday season. Carols play ominously in the background during key moments, and the immaculately snowy white setting of Snow Hollow, Utah is broken only by splashes of color from lights on homes and Christmas trees. Oh yes, and the blood of the titular werewolf’s victims.

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Jim Cummings’ film is heavy on cozy, ski town holiday atmosphere without leaning on its actual Christmastime setting at all. But good werewolf movies are a rare breed indeed these days, and a werewolf movie set at Christmas? Well…now you know what to watch when the moon is full each December

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Got any other suggestions for Christmas horror movies that we missed? Let us know in the comments!

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My Favorite Weapon - Chris Argent (Part 2)

Pairing: Chris Argent x Reader

Warnings: um...don’t think so.

A/N: This “one shot” has at least one more part coming. I don’t even know what’s going on anymore. I don’t think I’m in control over here.

Link for Part 1 in comments.

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You closed the distance between you and the teens in two long strides. “What’s his name?”

“What?” Stiles stuttered again.

For the love of— “His. Name.”

A hand settled on your back. “Calm down, sweetheart,” Chris said, his voice soft and full of worry.

Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath. This wasn’t you. Well, it was, but not the you they were used to. You rolled with the punches and just went with the flow. You did not freak out, but you certainly were right now. It wasn’t even so much that your life from Mystic Falls had followed you here. No, it was that they hadn’t contacted you first. And that you had no idea just how much of it had followed you.

Taking another breath, you opened your eyes and licked your lips. “What’s the new kid’s name? Anyone know?”

“Stefan something, I think,” Allison piped up.

Well, that was better than some of the alternatives. “Have any of you noticed anyone else new around?”

Several of them shook their heads, but Lydia simply frowned.

“What is it, Lydia?”

“There’s a new substitute. Well, not us but the freshman.”

“History?”

She tilted her head. “How did you know?”

You sighed. “Long story. I don’t think it’s anything to worry about. Just let me know if anyone else shows up.” Your gaze shifted to Allison. “You still have that tea I gave you?”

She nodded. “I think I’m about out. Dad doesn’t drink it though, so we should have another box.”

You turned to Chris and arched a brow. He shrugged. “I’m a coffee guy. You know that.”

“I’ve got something else that will work for you. For all of you actually.” One of the things you hated most in life was the taste of vervain so you’d been experimenting with other ways to take it. You’d finally come up with a capsule version you could just swallow like a pill.

You grabbed your bag from the chair where you’d left it and grabbed the two bottles you and Deaton had made earlier. He’d helped you figure out the effective dosage and was practiced at making his own capsules of stuff for the animals. You dumped them on the counter and split them up, making sure to include piles for Peter, Melissa and the sheriff. Deaton already had a supply.

You yanked the box of sandwich bags from the drawer and placed them on the counter. “Everyone take a pile. Stiles, take one for your dad. Scott, take one for your mom. Derek, take Peter’s. Allison, you keep drinking the tea until I can get more pills made.”

When no one approached the counter, you looked up to find them all staring at you in various stages of disbelief. “What?”

Chris stepped forward, his hands in front of him as if he was preparing to calm a skittish animal. “What is going on, Y/N?”

“Nothing. It’s nothing. Just take the pills. It’s a precaution, that’s all.”

Derek arched a brow and crossed his arms over his chest. “Bullshit. I’ve never seen you like this. You need to start talking.”

You leaned your head back as you fisted your hands on your waist. Okay, maybe you could have handled this better. In Mystic Falls though you’d learned to panic first and ask questions later otherwise you’d end up dead. Finally, you heaved out a sigh a looked at all of them. “It’s not a pack thing. It’s a personal thing. If that changes, I’ll let you know. Just, please take the pills. One a day. It’s all natural. There’s nothing in them that will hurt you. Deaton helped me make them.”

Chris tilted his head and narrowed his gaze. You held up your hands to stave off whatever he was about to say. “We’ll talk tonight. The three of us,” you said, looking at Derek. The two men nodded, looking slightly more at ease.

You bagged up the pills and passed them out. The tense atmosphere started to loosen up after a bit until the kids were arguing over what movie to watch. The three of you grabbed a beer and headed outside. Derek lit the firepit and settled in one of the loungers. Chris settled in another and rather than getting your own, you motioned that you were sitting with him. He placed his feet on the ground and you sat in front of him before leaning back against his chest. He placed his legs on either side of you and wrapped his arms around you to hold you against him. By this point, it was a practiced moved as you’d spent more than one night out here together in front of the fire.

“Friends my ass,” Derek said with a snort.

Chris chuckled and you rolled your eyes. There was no point in arguing. You were half in love with Argent already, you just resisted putting a label on it. The three of you just sat there awhile enjoying the peace. Finally, you spoke. “The pills are vervain.”

Chris stiffened beneath you and you could feel Derek’s gaze. “Is that supposed to mean something to me?” he asked.

“No,” you were quiet.

“It means something to me,” Chris said. “Vampires.”

Derek choked on his beer. “Excuse me? Like Dracula?”

“You are a werewolf and you have trouble believing in vampires?” you asked.

He shrugged. “I have to say that’s a new one for me. So, these pills do what?”

“I’d like the answer to that myself,” Chris says. “Vervain is used by humans to prevent compulsion by vampires. But as far as I know they can’t compel other supernatural creatures so why have everyone take it?”

You sighed. “Vampires can’t. But Originals can.”

“What the—” Chris yelled as he sat bolt upright, taking you with him. Realizing how loud he was, he dropped his volume. “What the hell are you in the middle of Y/N? And why haven’t you said anything before?”

You moved to an empty seat, hands twisted together in your lap. Tears burned your eyes and you willed them away. You weren’t going to cry, damn it. Not about this. You knew better. This was why you said no every time he asked for something more serious. He didn’t know the truth about you and you were afraid he wouldn’t want you around anymore once he did.

“I’m pretty sure Mystic Falls lost a bet to some ancient deity or something. They have more than their share of supernatural drama. Irony of ironies I moved here to get away from it.”

Derek snorted a laugh but you didn’t look at either of them. “Okay, what’s an Original?” he asked after a pause.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “The first vampires weren’t natural creations. Their mother cursed them, though she didn’t see it that way at the time. There are four remaining. Three brothers and one sister.”

“They’re nearly impossible to kill,” Chris added. “Rumor has it one of the brothers fell not long ago but we don’t know any of the details.”

You’d gone this far, you might as well go all the way. “Finn. I killed him.”

Silence stretched between the three of you. Suddenly, Chris stood. “Fuck this. Derek, can I talk to you for a minute?”

Tears burned your eyes again as they went inside and closed the door behind them. Damn it. You knew you’d gotten too close to Argent. Your life hadn’t been normal since your sister-in-law disappeared with a vampire you later discovered was Damon Salvatore right in front of your brother’s eyes. Well, half-brother but still. He’d trained you to hunt vampires, and you’d found out about the rest of the stuff on your own. Needless to say, you hadn’t exactly had the most normal life. Especially when you started making friends with the creatures you were trained to hunt.

The truth was, you were lonely. Not for friends, you had plenty of those. And you had Ric, but it was a rare thing for a man to show any romantic interest in you. If they did, it quickly dissipated when they realized you could kick their ass or when there were too many times you couldn’t tell them what you’d been up to in the middle of the night. The last man to ask you out before Chris was Klaus and you were ninety percent sure that was simply to piss everyone off. You couldn’t really see him dating a hunter.

Realizing the two men had been gone for quite some time, you got up and wiped your hands across both cheeks. You knew better, damn it. The monsters didn’t want you because you were a hunter and the hunters didn’t want you because you were friends with the monsters. You sighed and headed into the house, which was surprisingly quiet. The kids were gone and the mess mostly cleaned up. “Hello?” you called.

There was no answer. Great, so they’d all just left you here. That was just great and not at all painful. They were probably off hunting your friends on top of it. Why were you such an idiot sometimes? You’d thought they at least trusted you enough to listen to everything you had to say before deciding your friends were the enemy. You snatched your bag up from where you left it and slipped it onto your shoulders. You needed to get out of here before anyone got back then call your brother to warn him.

When you were about ten feet from the door, it opened and Chris stepped in. He slowed as he saw you standing in front of him and tilted his head. “Going somewhere?”

“Why do you care?”

He sucked in a breath. “Well, I just convinced Derek to move the sleepover to the loft so you and I could talk. It seems a shame to waste the empty house.”

You stared at him. “Then where were you?”

“Helping with transport. It wasn’t my intention but Stiles’ jeep wouldn’t start. Imagine that.” He chuckled a bit and gave you an uncertain smile, those piercing eyes studying every move you made. “I left a note.”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “I didn’t see a note.”

He reached behind him and pulled the sticky note off the door to hand it to you. Your eyes scanned over his distinct scrawl. Playing taxi. Be back soon. DON’T LEAVE!!!

“Oh,” you muttered. You kept your gaze on the note even as hot tears ran down your cheeks.

“I know I should have just said something, but to be honest, I was still processing. I think you were too. I figured it would be better to just have this discussion when we were alone.”

You nodded but didn’t look at up him.

“Y/N?”

You swallowed. “What?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he closed the space between you and his hands cradled your cheeks. He tilted your head up and ran his eyes over your face. Taking in your tears, his expression became pained. “Don’t do that, baby. Don’t cry.” He swiped at the moisture with his thumbs but you only cried more at his display of concern.

You pushed his hands away and covered your face. You hated anyone to see you cry. It made you feel weak. “This is why I tried to resist you. I knew I was already too far in, and that it would break me if I lost you. And once I told you about everything, I would lose you. I kept telling myself you were different. That you’d understand but I knew.”

His hands settled on your shoulders and you jerked away from him. “No, Chris.” You wiped at your eyes, certain it didn’t do much good. “I knew it and I let my stupid ass fall in love with you anyway. Just let us go. I’ll make sure we’re all out of town by morning. Whatever they’re here for, I’m certain it has nothing to do with you.”

“Damn it, Y/N. That’s what I’m worried about. Do you think that I care about any of this beyond what it means for your safety? Or Allison’s? Did you even—wait a minute. Did you just say you loved me?”

Despite how emotional you were at the moment, his sudden change in tone and expression pulled a laugh from you. “God. Of course, I do.”

“Of course, you do.” He shook his head. “I can’t even get you to agree to a real date and somehow I was just supposed to know that you loved me?”

You shrugged. “Well, yeah.”

Now he was laughing and he cupped your face in his hands again. This time he pulled you forward and kissed your lips. He pulled away almost immediately and you found yourself leaning toward his mouth in an attempt to continue. “In case it’s not painfully obvious, I love you, too.”

His hands still cradled your face as he leaned down to look in your eyes. “I have a question and I need a straight answer. Everything else we can talk about in the morning. Are you, Allison, or the pack in danger from these people that have come to town?”

“No,” you answered with no hesitation.

“You’re certain?”

“Stefan is one of my best friends and the substitute would be my brother, Ric. I am certain Stefan’s brother is with them, but he’s my friend as well. We’re fine.” What you didn’t say is that you were worried about why they were here with no notice. But you couldn’t offer any enlightenment about that until you figured it out for yourself.

“That’s all I needed to know.” He kissed you again and in seconds you were lost in the sensation. Your arms were wrapped around his neck and his hands found your waist. He started walking you down the hall. “Did you really kill an Original?” he pulled back to ask.

“Less talking, more kissing, Argent.”

“Yeah,” he agreed with a nod and his lips found their way back to yours. After the second time you managed to trip over your own feet, he chuckled against your lips. He shifted his hands to your thighs. “Jump.”

You did as instructed and wrapped your legs around his waist. He carried you down the hall and into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

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2019 in Movies - My Top 30 Fave Movies (Part 1)

30. GLASS – back in 2000, I went from liking the work of The Sixth Sense’s writer-director M. Night Shyamalan to becoming a genuine FAN thanks to his sneakily revisionist deconstruction of superhero tropes, Unbreakable. It’s STILL my favourite film of his to date, and one of my Top Ten superhero movies EVER, not just a fascinating examination of the mechanics of the genre but also a very satisfying screen origin story – needless to say I’m one of MANY fans who’ve spent nearly two decades holding out hope for a sequel. Flash forward to 2016 and Shyamalan’s long-overdue return-to-form sleeper hit, Split, which not only finally put his career back on course but also dropped a particularly killer end twist by actually being that very sequel. Needless to say 2019 was the year we FINALLY got our PROPER reward for all our patience – Glass is the TRUE continuation of the Unbreakable universe and the closer of a long-intended trilogy. Turns out, though, that it’s also his most CONTROVERSIAL film for YEARS, dividing audiences and critics alike with its unapologetically polarizing plot and execution – I guess that, after a decade of MCU and a powerhouse trilogy of Batman movies from Chris Nolan, we were expecting an epic, explosive action-fest to close things out, but that means we forgot exactly what it is about Shyamalan we got to love so much, namely his unerring ability to subvert and deconstruct whatever genre he’s playing around in. And he really doesn’t DO spectacle, does he? That said, this film is still a surprisingly BIG, sprawling piece of work, even if it the action is, for the most part, MUCH more internalised than most superhero movies. Not wanting to drop any major spoilers on the few who still haven’t seen it, I won’t give away any major plot points, suffice to say that ALL the major players from both Unbreakable and Split have returned – former security guard David Dunn (Bruce Willis) has spent the past nineteen years exploring his super-strength and near-invulnerability while keeping Philadelphia marginally safer as hooded vigilante the Overseer, and the latest target of his crime-fighting crusade is Kevin Wendell Crumb (James McAvoy), the vessel of 24 split personalities collectively known as the Horde, who’s continuing his cannibalistic serial-murder spree through the streets. Both are being hunted by the police, as well as Dr. Ellie Staple (series newcomer Sarah Paulson), a clinical psychiatrist specialising in treating individuals who suffer the delusional belief that they’re superheroes, her project also encompassing David’s former mentor-turned-nemesis Elijah Price (Samuel L. Jackson), the eponymous Mr. Glass, whose life-long suffering from a crippling bone disease that makes his body dangerously fragile has done nothing to blunt the genius-level intellect that’s made him a ruthlessly accomplished criminal mastermind. How these remarkable individuals are brought together makes for fascinating viewing, and while it may be a good deal slower and talkier than some might have preferred, this is still VERY MUCH the Shyamalan we first came to admire – fiendishly inventive, slow-burn suspenseful and absolutely DRIPPING with cool earworm dialogue, his characteristically mischievous sense of humour still present and correct, and he’s retained that unswerving ability to wrong-foot us at every turn, right up to one of his most surprising twist endings to date. The cast are, as ever, on fire, the returning hands all superb while those new to the universe easily measure up to the quality of talent on display – Willis and Jackson are, as you’d expect, PERFECT throughout, brilliantly building on the incredibly solid groundwork laid in Unbreakable, while it’s a huge pleasure to see Anya Taylor-Joy, Spencer Treat Clark (a fine actor we don’t see NEARLY enough of, in my opinion) and Charlayne Woodard get MUCH bigger, more prominent roles this time out, while Paulson delivers an understated but frequently mesmerising turn as the ultimate unshakable sceptic. As with Split, however, the film is comprehensively stolen by McAvoy, whose truly chameleonic performance actually manages to eclipse its predecessor in its levels of sheer genius. Altogether this is another sure-footed step in the right direction for a director who’s finally regained his singular auteur prowess – say what you will about that ending, but it certainly is a game-changer, as boldly revisionist as anything that’s preceded it and therefore, in my opinion, exactly how it SHOULD have gone. If nothing else, this is a film that should be applauded for its BALLS …

29. THE PEANUT BUTTER FALCON – quite possibly the year’s most adorable indie, this dramatic feature debut from documentarian writer-directors Tyler Nilson and Michael Schwartz largely snuck in under the radar on release, but has gone on to garner some well-deserved critical appreciation and sleeper hit success. The lion’s share of the film’s success must surely go to the inspired casting, particularly in the central trio who drive the action – Nilson and Schwartz devised the film with Zack Gotsagen, an exceptionally talented young actor with Down’s Syndrome, specifically in mind for the role of Zak, a wrestling obsessive languishing in a North Carolina retirement home who dreams of escaping his stifling confines and going to the training camp of his hero, the Saltwater Redneck (Thomas Haden Church), where he can learn to become a pro wrestler; after slipping free, Zak enlists the initially wary help of down-at-heel criminal fisherman Tyler (Shia LaBaouf) in reaching his intended destination, while the pair are pursued by Zak’s primary caregiver, Eleanor (Dakota Johnson). Needless to say the unlikely pair bond on the road, and when Eleanor is reluctantly forced to tag along with them, a surrogate family is formed … yeah, the plot is so predictable you can see every twist signposted from miles back, but that familiarity is never a problem because these characters are so lovingly written and beautifully played that you’ve fallen for them within five minutes of meeting them, so you’re effortlessly swept along for the ride. The three leads are pure gold – this is the most laid back and cuddly Shia’s been for years, but his lackadaisical charm is pleasingly tempered with affecting pathos driven by a tragic loss in Tyler’s recent past, while Johnson is sensible, sweet and likeably grounded, even when Eleanor’s at her most exasperated, but Gotsagen is the real surprise, delivering an endearingly unpredictable, livewire performance that blazes with true, honest purity and total defiance in the face of any potential difficulties society may try to throw at Zak – while there’s excellent support from Church in a charmingly awkward late-film turn that goes a long way to reminding us just what an acting treasure he is, as well as John Hawkes and rapper Yelawolf as a pair of lowlife crab-fishermen hunting for Tyler, intending to wreak (not entirely undeserved) revenge on him for an ill-judged professional slight. Enjoying a gentle sense of humour and absolutely CRAMMED with heartfelt emotional heft, this really was one of the most downright LOVEABLE films of 2019.

28. PET SEMATARY – first off, let me say that I never saw the 1989 feature adaptation of Stephen King’s story, so I have no comparative frame of reference there – I WILL say, however, that the original novel is, in my opinion, one of the strongest offerings from America’s undisputed master of literary horror, so any attempt made to bring it to the big screen had better be a good one. Thankfully, this version more than delivers in that capacity, proving to be one of the more impressive of his cinematic outings in recent years (not quite up to the standard of The Mist or It Chapter 1, perhaps, but certainly on a par with the criminally overlooked 1408), as well as one of the year’s top horror offerings. This may be the feature debut of directing double-act Kevin Kölsch and Dennis Widmyer, but they both display a wealth of natural talent here, wrangling bone-chilling scares and a pervading atmosphere of oppressive dread to deliver a top-notch screen fright-fest that works its way under your skin and stays put for days after. Jason Clarke is a classic King everyman hero as Boston doctor Louis Creed, displaced to the small Maine town of Ludlow as he trades the ER for a quiet clinic practice so he can spent more time with his family – Amy Seimetz (Upstream Color, Stranger Things), excellent throughout as his haunted, emotionally fragile wife Rachel, toddler son Gage (twins Hugo and Lucas Lavole), and daughter Ellie (newcomer Jeté Laurence, BY FAR the film’s biggest revelation, delivering to the highest degree even when her role becomes particularly intense). Their new home seems idyllic, the only blots being the main road at the end of their drive which experiences heavy traffic from speeding trucks, and the children’s pet cemetery in the woods at the back of their garden, which has become something of a local landmark. But there’s something far darker in the deeper places beyond, an ancient place of terrible power Louis is introduced to by their well-meaning but ultimately fallible elderly neighbour Jud (one of the best performances I’ve ever seen from screen legend John Lithgow) when his daughter’s beloved cat Church is run over. The cat genuinely comes back, but he’s irrevocably changed, the once gentle and lovable furball now transformed into a menacingly mangy little psychopath, and his resurrection sets off a chain of horrific events destined to devour the entire family … this is supernatural horror at its most inherently unnerving, mercilessly twisting the screws throughout its slow-burn build to the inevitable third act bloodbath and reaching a bleak, soul-crushing climax that comes close to rivalling the still unparalleled sucker-punch of The Mist – the adaptation skews significantly from King’s original at the mid-point, but even purists will be hard-pressed to deny that this is still VERY MUCH in keeping with the spirit of the book right up to its harrowing closing shot. The King of Horror has been well served once again – fans can rest assured that his dark imagination continues to inspire some truly great cinematic scares …

27. THE REPORT – the CIA’s notorious use of torture to acquire information from detainees in Guantanamo Bay and various other sites around the world in the wake of September 11, 2001, has been a particularly spiky political subject for years now, one which has gained particular traction with cinema-goers over the years thanks to films like Rendition and, of course, controversial Oscar-troubler Zero Dark Thirty. It’s also a particular bugbear of screenwriter Scott Z. Burns (The Bourne Ultimatum, Contagion, Side Effects) – his parents are both psychologists, and he found it particularly offensive that a profession he knows was created to help people could have been turned into such a damaging weapon against the human psyche, inexorably leading him to taking up this passion project, championed by its producer, and Burns’ long-time friend and collaborator, Steven Soderbergh. It tells the true story of Senate staffer Daniel Jones’ five-year battle to bring his damning 6,300-page study of the CIA’s enhanced interrogation program, commissioned by the Senate Intelligence Committee, into the light of day in the face of increasingly intense and frequently underhanded resistance from the Agency and various high-ranking officials within the US Government whose careers could be harmed should their own collusion be revealed. In lesser hands this could have been a clunky, unappetisingly dense excuse for a slow-burn political thriller that drowned in its own exposition, but Burns handles the admittedly heavyweight material with deft skill and makes each increasingly alarming revelation breathlessly compelling while he ratchets up the tension by showing just what a seemingly impossible task Jones and his small but driven team faced. The film would have been nought, however, without a strong cast, and this one has a killer – taking a break from maintaining his muscle-mass for Star Wars, Adam Driver provides a suitably robust narrative focus as Jones, an initially understated workman who slowly transforms into an incensed moral crusader as he grows increasingly filled with righteous indignation by the vile subject matter he’s repeatedly faced with, and he’s provided with sterling support from the likes of Annette Bening, delivering her best performance in years as Senator Dianne Feinstein, Jones’ staunchest supporter, the ever-wonderful Ted Levine as oily CIA director John O. Brennan, Tim Blake Nelson as a physician contracted by the CIA to assist with interrogations who became genuinely disgusted by the horrors he witnessed, and Matthew Rhys as an unnamed New York Times reporter Jones considers leaking the report to when it looks like it might never be released. This is powerful stuff, and while it may only mark Burns’ second directorial feature (after his obscure debut Pu-239), he handles the gig like a seasoned pro, milking the material for every drop of dramatic tension while keeping the narrative as honest, forthright and straightforward as possible, and the end result makes for sobering, distressing and thoroughly engrossing viewing. Definitely one of the most important films not only of 2019, but of the decade itself, and one that NEEDS to be seen.

26. DARK PHOENIX – wow, this really has been a year for mistreated sequels, hasn’t it? There’s a seriously stinky cloud of controversy surrounding what is now, in light of recent developments between Disney and Twentieth Century Fox, the last true Singer-era X-Men movie, a film which saw two mooted release dates (first November 2018 then the following February, before finally limping onto screens with very little fanfare in June 2019, almost as if Fox wanted to bury it. Certainly rumours of its compromise were rife, particularly regarding supposed rushed reshoots because of clashing similarities with Marvel’s major tent-pole release Captain Marvel (and given the all-conquering nature of the MCU there was no way they were having that, was there?), so like many I was expecting a clunky mess, maybe even a true stinker to rival X-Men Origins: Wolverine. In truth, while it’s not perfect, the end result is nothing like the turd we all feared – the final film is, in fact, largely a success, worthy of favourable comparison with its stronger predecessors. It certainly makes much needed amends for the disappointing mismanagement of the source comics’ legendary Dark Phoenix saga in 2006’s decidedly compromised original X-Men trilogy capper The Last Stand, this time treating the story with the due reverence and respect it deserves as well as serving as a suitably powerful send-off for more than one beloved key character. Following the “rebooted” path of the post-Days of Future Past timeline, it’s now 1992, and after the world-changing events of Apocalypse the X-Men have become a respected superhero team with legions of fans and their own personal line to the White House, while mutants at large have mostly become accepted by the regular humans around them. Then a hastily planned mission into space takes a turn for the worst and Jean Grey (Game of Thrones’ Sophie Turner) winds up absorbing an immensely powerful, thoroughly inexplicable cosmic force that makes her powers go haywire while also knocking loose repressed childhood traumas Professor Charles Xavier (James McAvoy) would rather had stayed buried, sending her on a dangerous spiral out of control which leads to a destructive confrontation and the inadvertent death of a teammate. Needless to say, the situation soon becomes desperate as Jean goes on the run and the world starts to turn against them all once again … all in all, then, it’s business as usual for the cast and crew of one of Fox’s flagship franchises, and it SHOULD have gone off without a hitch. When Bryan Singer opted not to return this time around (instead setting his sights on Queen biopic Bohemian Rhapsody), key series writer Simon Kinberg stepped into the breach for his directorial debut, and it turns out he’s got a real talent for it, giving us just the kind of robust, pacy, thrilling action-packed epic his compatriot would have delivered, filled with the same thumping great set-pieces (the final act’s stirring, protracted train battle is the unequivocal highlight here), well-observed character beats and emotional resonance we’ve come to expect from the series as a whole (then again, he does know these movies back to frond having at least co-written his fair share). The cast, similarly, are all on top form – McAvoy and Michael Fassbender (as fan favourite Erik Lehnsherr, aka Magneto) know their roles so well now they can do this stuff in their sleep, but we still get to see them explore interesting new facets of their characters (particularly McAvoy, who gets to reveal an intriguing dark side to the Professor we’ve only ever seen hinted at before now), while Turner finally gets to really breathe in a role which felt a little stiff and underexplored in her series debut in Apocalypse (she EASILY forges the requisite connective tissue to Famke Janssen’s more mature and assured take in the earlier films); conversely Tye Sheridan (Cyclops), Alexandra Shipp (Storm), Kodi Smit-McPhee (Nightcrawler) and Evan Peters (Quicksilver) get somewhat short shrift but nonetheless do A LOT with what little they have, and at least Jennifer Lawrence and Nicholas Hoult still get to do plenty of dramatic heavy lifting as the last of Xavier’s original class, Raven (Mystique) and Hank McCoy (Beast); the only real weak link in the cast is the villain, Vuk, a shape-shifting alien whose quest to seize the power Jean’s appropriated is murkily defined at best, but at least Jessica Chastain manages to invest her with enough icy menace to keep things from getting boring. All in all, then, this is very much a case of business as usual, Kinberg and co keeping the action thundering along at a suitably cracking pace throughout (powered by a typically epic score from Hans Zimmer), and the film only really comes off the rails in its final moments, when that aforementioned train finally comes off its tracks and the reported reshoots must surely kick in – as a result this is, to me, most reminiscent of previous X-flick The Wolverine, which was a rousing success for the majority of its runtime, only coming apart in its finale thanks to that bloody ridiculous robot samurai. The climax is, therefore, a disappointment, too clunky and sudden and overly neat in its denouement (we really could have done with a proper examination of the larger social impact of these events), but it’s little enough that it doesn’t spoil what came before … which just makes the film’s mismanagement and resulting failure, as well as its subsequent treatment from critics and fans alike, all the more frustrating. This film deserved much better, but ultimately looks set to be disowned and glossed over by most of the fanbase as the property as a whole goes through the inevitable overhaul now that Disney/Marvel owns Fox and plans to bring the X-Men and their fellow mutants into the MCU fold. I feel genuinely sorry for the one remaining X-film, The New Mutants, which is surely destined for spectacular failure after its similarly shoddy round of reschedules finally comes to an end this summer …

25. IT CHAPTER 2 – back in 2017, Mama director Andy Muschietti delivered the first half of his ambitious two-film adaptation of one of Stephen King’s most popular and personal novels, which had long been considered un-filmable (the 90s miniseries had a stab, but while it deserves its cult favourite status it certainly fell short in several places) until Muschietti and screenwriters Cary Joji Fukunaga and Gary Dauberman seemingly did the impossible, and the end result was the top horror hit of the year. Ultimately, then, it was gonna be a tough act to follow, and there was MAJOR conjecture whether they could repeat that success with this second half. Would lightning strike twice? Well, the simple answer is … mostly. 2017’s Chapter 1 was a stone-cold masterpiece, and one of the strongest elements in its favour was the extremely game young cast of newcomers and relative unknown child actors who brought the already much beloved Loser’s Club to perfectly-cast life, a seven-strong gang of gawky pre-teen underdogs you couldn’t help loving, which made it oh-so-easy to root for them as they faced off against that nightmarish shape-shifting child-eating monster, Pennywise the Dancing Clown. It was primal, it was terrifying, and it was BURSTING with childhood nostalgia that thoroughly resonated with an audience hungry for more 80s-set coming-of-age genre fare after the runaway success of Stranger Things. Bringing the story into the present day with the Losers now returning to their childhood home of Derry, Maine as forty-something adults, Chapter 2 was NEVER going to achieve the same pulse-quickening electric charge the first film pulled off, was it? Thankfully, with the same director and (mostly) the same writing crew on hand (Fukunaga jumped ship but Dauberman was there to finish up with the help of Jason Fuchs and an uncredited Jeffrey Jurgensen) there’s still plenty of that old magic left over, so while it’s not quite the same second time round, this still feels very much like the same adventure, just older, wiser and a bit more cynical. Here’s a more relevant reality check, mind – those who didn’t approve of the first film’s major changes from the book are going to be even more incensed by this, but the differences here are at least organic and in keeping with the groundwork laid in Chapter 1, and indeed this film in particular is a VERY different beast from the source material, but these differences are actually kind of a strength here, Muschietti and co. delivering something that works MUCH better cinematically than a more faithful take would have. Anyway, the Loser’s Club are back, all grown up and (for the most part) wildly successful living FAR AWAY from Derry with dream careers and seemingly perfect lives. Only Mike Hanlon has remained behind to hold vigil over the town and its monstrous secret, and when a new spree of disappearances and grisly murders begins he calls his old friends back home to fulfil the pact they all swore to uphold years ago – stop Pennywise once and for all. The new cast are just as excellent as their youthful counterparts – Jessica Chastain and James McAvoy are, of course, the big leads here as grown up Beverley Marsh and Bill Denbrough, bringing every watt of star power they can muster, but the others hold more interest, with Bill Hader perfectly cast (both director and child actor’s personal first choice) as smart-mouth Richie Tozier, Isaiah Mustafah (best known as the Old Spice guy from those hilarious commercials) playing VERY MUCH against type as Mike, Jay Ryan (successful on the small screen in Top of the Lake and Beauty & the Beast, but very much getting his cinematic big break here) as a slimmed-down and seriously buffed-out Ben Hanscom, James Ransone (Sinister) as neurotic hypochondriac Eddie Kaspbrak, and Andy Bean (Power, the recent Swamp Thing series) as ever-rational Stan Uris – but we still get to hang out with the original kids too in new flashbacks that (understandably) make for some of the film’s best scenes, while Bill Skarsgard is as terrifying as ever as he brings new ferocity, insidious creepiness and even a touch of curious back-story to Pennywise. I am happy to report this new one IS just as scary as its predecessor, a skin-crawling, spine-tingling, pants-wetting cold sweat of a horror-fest that works its way in throughout its substantial running time and, as before, sticks with you LONG after the credits have rolled, but it’s also got the same amount of heart, emotional heft and pathos, nostalgic charm (albeit more grown-up and sullied) and playful, sometimes decidedly mischievous geeky humour, so that as soon as you’re settled in it really does feel like you’ve come home. It’s also fiendishly inventive, the final act in particular skewing in some VERY surprising new directions that there’s NO WAY you’ll see coming, and the climax also, interestingly, redresses one particularly frustrating imbalance that always bugged me about the book, making for an especially moving, heartbreaking denouement. Interestingly, there’s a running joke in the film that pokes fun at a perceived view from some quarters that Stephen King’s endings often disappoint – there’s no such fault with THIS particular adaptation. For me, this was altogether JUST the concluding half I was hoping for, so while it’s not as good as the first, it should leave you satisfied all the same.

24. MOTHERLESS BROOKLYN – it’s taken Edward Norton twenty years to get his passion project adaptation of Jonathan Lethem’s novel to the big screen, but the final film was certainly worth the wait, a cool-as-ice noir thriller in which its writer-director also, of course, stars as one of the most unusual ‘tecs around. Lionel Essrog suffers from Tourette syndrome, prone to uncontrollable ticks and vocal outbursts as well as obsessive-compulsive spirals that can really ruin his day, but he’s also got a genius-level intellect and a photographic memory, which means he’s the perfect fit for the detective agency of accomplished, highly successful New York gumshoe Frank Minna (Bruce Willis). But when their latest case goes horribly wrong and Frank dies in a back-alley gunfight, the remaining members of the agency are left to pick up the pieces and try to find out what went wrong, Lionel battling his own personal, mental and physical demons as he tries to unravel an increasingly labyrinthine tangle of lies, deceit, corporate corruption and criminal enterprise that reaches to the highest levels of the city’s government. Those familiar with the original novel will know that it’s set in roughly the present day, but Norton felt many aspects of the story lent themselves much better to the early 1950s, and it really was a good choice – Lionel is a man very much out his time, a very odd fit in an age of stuffy morals and repression, while the themes of racial upheaval, rampant urban renewal and massive, unchecked corporate greed feel very much of the period. Besides, there’s few things as seductive than a good noir thriller, and Norton has crafted a real GEM right here. The pace can be a little glacial at times, but this simply gives the unfolding plot and extremely rich collection of characters plenty of room to grow, while the jazzy score (from up-and-comer Daniel Pemberton, composer on Steve Jobs, King Arthur: Legend of the Sword and Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse) provides a surprising complimentary accompaniment to the rather free-form narrative style and Lionel’s own scattershot, bebop style. Norton is exceptional in the lead, landing his best role in years with an exquisitely un-self-conscious ease that makes for thoroughly compelling viewing (surely more than one nod will be due come awards-season), but he doesn’t hog ALL the limelight, letting his uniformly stellar supporting cast shine bright as well – Willis doesn’t get a huge amount of screen time, but delivers a typically strong, nuanced performance that makes his absence throughout the rest of the film keenly felt, Gugu Mbatha-Raw continues to build an impressive run of work as Laura, the seemingly unimportant woman Lionel befriends, who could actually be the key to the whole case, Alec Baldwin is coolly menacing as power-hungry property magnate and heavyweight city official Moses Randolph, the film’s nominal big-bad, Willem Dafoe is absolutely electrifying as his down-at-heel, insignificant genius brother Lou, and Boardwalk Empire’s Michael K. Williams is quietly outstanding as mysterious jazz musician Trumpet Man, while Bobby Canavale, Ethan Suplee and Dallas Roberts are all excellent as the other hands in Minna’s detective agency. It’s a chilled-out affair, happy to hang back and let its slow-burn plot simmer while Lionel tries to navigate his job and life in general while battling his many personal difficulties, but due to the incredible calibre of the talent on offer, the incredibly rich dialogue and obligatory hardboiled gumshoe voiceover, compelling story and frequently achingly beautiful visuals, this is about as compulsively rewarding as cinema gets. Norton’s crafted a film noir worthy of comparison with the likes of L.A. Confidential and Chinatown, proving that he’s a triple-threat cinematic talent to be reckoned with.

23. PROSPECT – I love a good cinematic underdog, there’s always some dynamite indies and sleepers that just about slip through the cracks that I end up championing every year, and one of 2019’s favourites was a minor sensation at 2018’s South By Southwest film festival, a singularly original ultra-low-budget sci-fi adventure that made a genuine virtue of its miniscule budget. Riffing on classic eco-minded space flicks like Silent Running, it introduces a father-and-daughter prospecting team who land a potentially DEEPLY lucrative contract mining for an incredibly rare element on a toxic jungle moon – widower Damon (Transparent’s Jay Duplass), who’s downtrodden and world-weary but still a dreamer, and teenager Cee (relative newcomer Sophie Thatcher), an introverted bookworm with hidden reserves of ingenuity and fortitude. The job starts well, Damon setting his sights on a rumoured “queen’s layer” that could make them rich beyond their wildest dreams, but when they meet smooth-talking scavenger Ezra (Narcos’ Pedro Pascal), things take a turn for the worse – Damon is killed and Cee is forced to team up with Ezra to have any hope for survival on this hostile, unforgiving moon. Thatcher is an understated joy throughout, her seemingly detached manner belying hidden depths of intense feeling, while Pascal, far from playing a straight villain, turns Ezra into something of a tragic, charismatic antihero we eventually start to sympathise with, and the complex relationship that develops between them is a powerful, mercurial thing, the constantly shifting dynamic providing a powerful driving force for the film. Debuting writer-directors Zeek Earl and Chris Caldwell have crafted a wonderfully introspective, multi-layered tone poem of aching beauty, using subtle visual effects and a steamy, glow-heavy colour palette to make the lush forest environs into something nonetheless eerie and inhospitable, while the various weird and colourful denizens of this deadly little world prove that Ezra may be the LEAST of the dangers Cee faces in her quest for escape. Inventive, intriguing and a veritable feast for the eyes and intellect, this is top-notch indie sci-fi and a sign of great things to come from its creators, thoroughly deserving of major cult recognition in the future.

22. DRAGGED ACROSS CONCRETE – S. Craig Zahler is a writer-director who’s become a major fixture on my ones-to-watch list in recent years, instantly winning me over with his dynamite debut feature Bone Tomahawk before cementing that status with awesome follow-up Brawl On Cell Block 99. His latest is another undeniable hit that starts deceptively simply before snowballing into a sprawling urban crime epic as it follows its main protagonists – disgraced Bulwark City cops Brett Ridgeman (Mel Gibson) and Tony Lurasetti (BOCB99’s Vince Vaughn), on unpaid suspension after their latest bust leads to a PR nightmare – on a descent into a hellish criminal underworld as they set out to “seek compensation” for their situation by ripping off the score from a bank robbery spearheaded by ruthlessly efficient professional thief Lorentz Vogelmann (Thomas Kretschmann). In lesser hands, this two-hour-forty-minute feature might have felt like a painfully padded effort that would have passed far better chopped down to a breezy 90-minutes, but Zahler is such a compellingly rich and resourceful writer that every scene is essential viewing, overflowing with exquisitely drawn characters spouting endlessly quotable, gold-plated dialogue, and the constantly shifting narrative focus brings such consistent freshness that the increasingly complex plot remains rewarding right to the end. The two leads are both typically excellent – Vaughn gets to let loose with a far more showy, garrulous turn here than his more reserved character in his first collaboration with Zahler, while this is EASILY the best performance I’ve seen Gibson deliver in YEARS, the grizzled veteran clearly having a fine old time getting his teeth into a particularly meaty role that very much plays to his strengths – and they’re brilliantly bolstered by an excellent supporting cast – Get Rich Or Die Tryin’s Tory Kittles easily matches them in his equally weighty scenes as Henry Johns, a newly-released ex-con also out to improve his family’s situation with a major score, while Kretschmann is at his most chilling as the brutal killer who executes his plans with cold-blooded precision, and there are wonderful scene-stealing offerings from Jennifer Carpenter, Udo Kier, Don Johnson (three more Zahler regulars, each featured with Vaughn on BOCB99), Michael Jai White, Laurie Holden and newcomer Miles Truitt. This is a proper meaty film, dark, intense, gritty and unflinching in its portrayal of honest, unglamorous violence and its messy aftermath, but fans of grown-up filmmaking will find PLENTY to enjoy here, Zahler crafting a crime epic comparable to the heady best of Scorsese and Tarantino. Another sure-fire winner from one of the best new filmmakers around.

21. FAST COLOR – intriguingly, the most INTERESTING superhero movie of the year was NOT a major franchise property, or even a comic book adapted to the screen at all, but a wholly original indie which snuck in very much under the radar on its release but is surely destined for cult greatness in the future, not least due to some much-deserved critical acclaim. Set in an unspecified future where it hasn’t rained for years, a homeless vagabond named Ruth (Gugu Mbatha-Raw) is making her aimless way across a desolate American Midwest, tormented by violent seizures which cause strange localised earthquakes, and hunted by Bill (Argo’s Christopher Denham), a rogue scientist who wants to capture her so he can study her abilities. Ultimately she’s left with no other recourse than to run home, sheltering with her mother Bo (Middle of Nowhere and Orange is the New Black’s Lorraine Toussaint), and her young daughter Lila (The Passage’s Saniyya Sidney), both of whom also have weird and wondrous powers of their own. As the estranged family reconnect, Ruth finally learns to control her powers as she’s forced to confront her own troubled past, but as Bill closes in it looks like their idyll might be short-lived … this might only be the second feature of writer-director Julie Hart (who cut her teeth penning well-regarded indie western The Keeping Room before making her own debut helming South By Southwest Film Festival hit Miss Stevens), but it’s a blinding statement of intent for the future, a deceptively understated thing of beauty that eschews classic superhero cinema conventions of big spectacle and rousing action in favour of a quiet, introspective character-driven story where the unveiling and exploration of Ruth and her kin’s abilities are secondary to the examination of how their familial dynamics work (or often DON’T), while Hart and cinematographer Michael Fimognari (probably best known for his frequent work for Mike Flanagan) bring a ruined but bleakly beautiful future to life through inventively understated production design and sweeping, dramatic vistas largely devoid of visual effects. Subtlety is the watchword, but that doesn’t mean that there aren’t fireworks here, it’s just that they’re generally performance-based – awards-darling Mbatha-Raw (Belle) gives a raw, heartfelt performance, painting Ruth in vivid shades of grey, while Toussaint is restrained but powerfully memorable and Sidney builds on her already memorable work to deliver what might be her best turn to date, and there are strong supporting turns from Denham (who makes his nominal villain surprisingly sympathetic) and Hollywood great David Strathairn as gentle small town sheriff Ellis. Leisurely paced and understated it may be, but this is still an incendiary piece of work, sure to become a breakout sleeper hit for a filmmaking talent from whom I expect GREAT THINGS in the future, and since the story’s been picked up for expansion into a TV series with Hart in charge that looks like a no-brainer. And it most assuredly IS a bona fide superhero movie, despite appearances to the contrary …

#glass #glass movie #the peanut butter falcon #pet sematary #the report #dark phoenix #it chapter 2 #motherless brooklyn #prospect #prospect movie #dragged across concrete #fast color #2019 in movies

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imwastingmylifeinhere · 5 years ago

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OMG they were roommates

My piece for the @spopzine She-Ra Bisexuality Visibility Zine! I had a lot of fun in this zine. I hope you like it!

Read on ao3.

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Catra knew she wasn’t a saint. Sure, she hadn’t killed anyone, despite some people pretty much begging her to do it, but she wasn’t a shining paragon of kindness and morality either. She had done her fair share of breaking and entering, defacing public property - even though her graffiti was an obvious improvement on her old high school - and she could be a plain jerk sometimes. So she wasn’t going to win a Nobel Peace Prize anytime soon, but there were also a couple hundred people worse than her who existed.

So why, oh why, was she being tortured like this?

"Hey, Catra, have you seen where I left my sports bra?" Adora came out of their shared dorm bathroom dripping, her wet hair plastered against her collarbone and neck. Only the towel wrapped around her, held in place by a very muscular arm, prevented her from being fully naked in front of her roommate. Her cheeks and neck were flushed from the warm shower she just had. Droplets of water ran down her toned arms and thighs, as if Catra needed any more reason to ogle them.

Adora looked like Aphrodite herself had materialized in their dorm, only this time ripped and with an undercut. Catra would die defending the fact that this Aphrodite was better than Botticelli’s version.

"It's - it's over there," Catra said, pointing at the headboard of Adora's bed. Adora kept doing this, forgetting where she left her clothes right after having a shower, and she always asked Catra where they were. Catra had given up teasing Adora about her forgetfulness - she had a lot on her plate, after all, what with her sports scholarship and double major.

“Why do I always forget?” Adora muttered, snatching up her sports bra. Catra tried to keep her eyes on the sketch she was working on for class and not on Adora’s back. She failed. “Thanks, Catra!”

With Adora back in the bathroom to change, Catra let herself face-plant onto her pillow. Don't get her wrong, she was glad to be roommates with Adora, even if their first few weeks living together had been tense - emotional baggage due to your shared childhood trauma could do that. They had made up though, and quickly went back to being an unstoppable duo. They fell back together like puzzle pieces and Catra had never let herself admit how much she had missed Adora until then.

You’d think she’d be satisfied with having her best friend back, right? Nope, her childhood crush had to come back, spurred on by Adora’s obvious win over puberty. Now Catra’s stuck living in a tiny, overpriced room with her goddess of a crush who’s lost any trace of body consciousness after years in locker rooms. Just her luck.

Catra had managed to get back to her sketchbook and not look like she had just been screaming into her pillow right when Adora came out of the bathroom again, in nothing but her sports bra and underwear. Despite her side of the room being much tidier than Catra's, Adora took a long time to pick out what to wear. She stretched to grab one of the t-shirts she put on her higher selves, the muscles of her back flexing, she shook her hips as she got into her jeans, she bent over to find her shoes under her bed.

Catra had long now noticed Adora’s dressing routine, courtesy of not being able to take her eyes off her. She’d basically memorized it, from her happy smile when she found what she was looking for, to the movements of her arms as she pulled her hair in a ponytail. It was slow and methodical, much like Adora’s attitude towards many things. Being able to watch even such a simple, domestic part of Adora’s life made Catra feel warm and content. She wanted to put her sketchbook aside, wrap her arms around Adora’s waist and tell her how beautiful she was, how much she cared about her.

She never did it.

“I’m going out with Glimmer and Bow,” Adora said, shoving her keys in her pocket. “You’re still up for movie night, right?”

Catra smiled. Adora asked her the same question every time, even though Catra never gave a different answer. “Duh, of course. Don’t forget the snacks.”

“I won’t.” The door closed behind Adora and Catra was left alone in the room.

Time to start the plan.

~*~

Catra's previous confidence had left her when the moment finally came to put her plan into action.

She and Adora had a tradition of having movie nights every Saturday. They had been doing it since they were children, even back when Ms. Weaver only allowed them to watch the same three movies over and over again. After they reunited and made up, they had decided to revive the tradition.

Catra loved these nights. She and Adora would sit on her bed, their sides pressed together with Adora’s laptop balanced on their laps. All the lights in their dorm would be closed and in the darkness, with Adora’s body heat warming her up better than the blanket around them, Catra felt like she was home.

And what was Catra’s plan? To ask Adora out.

It had taken her a long time to muster up the courage. Scorpia had been on her case about it for months; she had even insisted that Adora walked around their dorm in minimal clothing as a way to flirt with Catra! As if!

So here Catra was, sitting on Adora’s bed, watching a Marvel movie she didn’t particularly care for and munching on popcorn to keep her nerves at bay. Come on, Catra! You can do this!

Catra looked down at Adora’s hand between them. Just - hold her hand and ask her out. Easy.

It wasn’t easy. Her palms were sweaty and her heart was beating so loudly she was surprised Adora hadn’t heard it. Maybe I can do it next week - no! That’s what I’ve been saying for the past month. I’m doing this and I’m doing it tonight!

A quick glance to the side told her that Adora hadn’t noticed her internal struggle. Her eyes were trained to the screen, a smile on her lips. The blue light coming from the laptop made her look almost ethereal, as sappy as it was for Catra to say that. Sue her, she’s in love.

Just as Catra was about to take the leap, Adora spoke up. “Damn! Chris Hemsworth looks so good in that armor.”

Catra’s hand froze where it was hovering over Adora’s. Her stomach dropped. The previous frantic beating of her heart disappeared.

“I’m still salty they cut off his hair, though,” Adora continued, oblivious to Catra’s slowly cracking heart. “I liked him with long hair.”

It was as if someone dumped a bucket of cold water on Catra, and suddenly she could see clearly. Of course a girl like Adora would be straight.

Of course she never had a chance.

~*~

Catra barely stayed in their dorm over the next two weeks.

She felt bad about crushing on Adora and trying to hit on her. So much for not falling into the ‘predatory lesbian’ stereotype. She wanted to just ignore it and go back to the way things were before she realized she had fallen for her best friend again.

But she couldn’t. Adora had been acting different since that movie night. Particularly, she wore more clothes around their dorm. Gone was her routine of lounging around and doing homework in a sports bra and shorts, or coming out of the bathroom in only a towel to get her clothes. She wore t-shirts, even when the temperatures got higher and Catra knew she wouldn’t even have thought about wearing it before she went and fucked everything up. She always remembered to bring clothes with her into the bathroom and she came out fully dressed, despite always forgetting before.

To make matters worse, she kept stealing glances at her whenever she thought Catra wasn’t looking. She looked so uncomfortable, and Catra hated that she made her feel like that.

So she stopped being around. When Adora would come back, Catra would leave with a half-baked excuse about meeting up with Scorpia, or being tutored by Entrapta, or returning a library book. She hardly knew where the library was!

So here Catra was, slumped over on a stool at Scorpia’s bar, bored out of her mind. It was still too early in the night for Scorpia’s regulars to start trickling in and there were only five people in the bar, Scorpia and Catra included. A glass of orange juice sat by Catra’s head on the counter and she entertained herself by flicking her finger at it and watching the liquid slosh.

Scorpia, a woman way too intimidating for how sweet she actually was, had been working as a bartender in this bar when Catra snuck in during her last year in high school after a particularly bad fight with Ms. Weaver. Scorpia had taken one look at her rugged appearance and puffy red eyes and dragged her to the back room, where she proceeded to take care of a very reluctant Catra. They became friends after that, especially when it turned out Scorpia attended the same college Catra had gotten into. As much as Catra pretended that she didn’t want her around back then, she couldn’t deny that she was one of her best friends.

But damn, was she an aggressively caring person.

“Okay, that’s it, wildcat,” Scorpia said, slinging the towel she was cleaning the bar counter with over her shoulder. “You need to leave.”

“It’s still too early,” Catra said, not bothering to lift her head from where it was nestled in her arms on the counter. “There are no people here.”

Even though Scorpia let Catra hang out at her bar, she had a rule that Catra had to leave when the place started filling up with actual customers, at least until she was of legal drinking age. Despite Catra’s protests, Scorpia never budged.

“That’s not what I’m talking about. You need to talk to Adora.”

Catra’s heart skipped a beat. The guilt she was trying to fend off by shutting off her brain came back full force. “No.”

Scorpia grabbed Catra by the armpits and lifted her up, forcing her to sit upright. “Come on, wildcat. You’ve been avoiding her for two weeks -” Catra opened her mouth to talk, but Scorpia lifted a finger. “Don’t argue, we both know that’s what you’re doing. I mean, tonight is your movie night and you’re here! And this is the second movie night you’re missing in a row!”

Catra stared off into the bar. She knew she was acting like a pouty five-year-old, but she didn't care. "I don't want to talk to her."

"Maybe, but you need to." Scorpia sighed. Catra knew that sigh. Scorpia was going full mom-friend mode. "You're miserable, wildcat. Even Entrapta noticed you acting differently. I don't know what you and Adora fought over, but she cares about you. I doubt her reaction will be as bad as you think it will if you talk to her."

Catra didn’t respond. Her blood ran cold at the idea of talking to Adora. She was a coward and she knew it, but if she was good at one thing it was burying her feelings so deep she forgot they existed until they came back to slap her in the face.

"Plus, now there are actual customers coming in, so you do need to leave."

Catra groaned. The bar was filling up. She couldn’t stay here and avoid her problems any longer. She grabbed her things and headed to the door.

“Good luck, wildcat!”

When Catra made it back to their dorm, she was drenched from the rain. She had goosebumps all over, and they weren’t from the cold. She hoped Adora was asleep. She wouldn’t need to face the fear that sat at the pit of her stomach then.

She took a deep breath and opened the door.

“Catra!” Adora sat up so suddenly on her bed Catra was surprised she didn’t fall over. Her hair was in its usual ponytail, but instead of being tidy and perfect, it was a mess, hairs flying all over the place. She put her phone back to her ear, murmuring some quick goodbyes to Glimmer and Bow before hanging up on them and rushing to her feet. “You’re back! Where have you been?”

"Scorpia's." Catra moved past her, grabbing her clothes from her bed. "I need to change."

Adora grabbed her wrist. “Catra.” She looked nervous. You made her feel so uncomfortable, idiot. “Can we talk?”

Catra wanted to say no. She wanted to ignore her screw up until it went away. But Adora was looking at her with such pleading in her eyes that she couldn’t refuse her. She scoffed. “Yeah, fine. Just let me change, I’m dripping all over the floor.”

Adora’s eyes widened. She let go of Catra's wrist and jumped back. “Oh! Yeah, yeah, you’re right. Um, go ahead.”

This is gonna be fun.

Half an hour later, Catra exited the bathroom, fully washed and changed. Adora was waiting for her, pacing the length of their room the way she did when she was nervous about an exam. She perked up like a puppy when she saw Catra, but Catra didn't miss the way her fingers twitched at her sides.

Catra sighed, plopping down on her bed. Adora sat next to her without a word.

"What did you wanna talk about?" She winced internally at her tone. She didn’t want to sound so dismissive, like whatever Adora had to say wasn’t important, but she was scared. It was as if she was putting up all the walls Adora had managed to bring down in hopes it would hurt less.

Adora took a deep breath, her hands clasped in her lap. "You've been avoiding me the last two weeks-"

"I haven't." Catra slumped further into the bed. She refused to look at Adora.

"Yes, you have!" Adora's voice raised in pitch, becoming almost shrill. Catra bit into her cheek hard enough to draw blood. Adora only ever sounded like that when she was really stressed. "We live in what's basically a big closet, did you really think I wouldn't notice?"

"Yes, because I'm not avoiding you.” Catra glared at Adora. “I've just been busy."

Adora rolled her eyes. "Yeah, busy hanging out with Scorpia and Entrapta, who say you weren't with them half the time when I ask, or at the library. Do you even know where the library is?"

She didn’t, but Adora didn’t need to know that.

Adora was frazzled, her face red. Catra cursed herself. She thought she had gotten better at this - at not pushing people away before they had the chance to hurt her. Stupid.

"Look, Catra.” Adora laid her hand over Catra’s, her voice much quieter. “You're very important to me. I care about, and even if it's not in the same way you do, I don't want to lose you. I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable-"

Catra sputtered. "You? I'm the one-" She cut herself off. Why do I always ruin everything?

She always did this, didn’t she? Every damn time things were looking up for her, she just had to sabotage her own happiness. Why did she even open her mouth? Adora was offering to put the whole debacle behind. Wasn’t that what she wanted?

Adora leaned in. She was so close Catra could see the flecks of gray in her eyes. "Catra? What is it?"

Catra couldn’t look at her. "Nothing. Forget it." Don’t ruin it now, idiot.

"Catra, please. Just talk to me.” Catra could feel her warmth against her side, could hear the desperation in Adora’s voice to fix whatever had come between them. “What were you going to say?"

Catra knew she would hate herself for this, but what could she do when Adora sounded like this? Like their friendship was falling apart and it was her fault. Maybe things between them would be awkward from now on, but Catra preferred that to Adora being hurt and blaming herself for Catra's screwup.

Her nails dug into her arms. Her voice was barely louder than the patter of the rain outside. "That I'm the idiot who fell for her straight best friend."

Silence fell over the room. Adora was frozen, looking at Catra like the words she had spoken did not make sense. Catra held her breath, unsure of what Adora was going to say.

She did not expect Adora throw her head back and laugh.

Catra’s heart sank to her stomach. She tried to stand and get out of the room, but Adora grabbed her hand and pulled her down.

"Catra, wait! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have laughed."

Catra scoffed and looked away. She ignored her burning eyes. Her pulse thundered against her neck as she waited for Adora to speak.

"You really thought I was straight?" Adora finally asked, giggling as she spoke.

Wait, what? Catra didn’t know what was happening. This wasn’t how she expected this conversation to go. Even so, she wasn’t going to let Adora see how confused she was.

She shrugged. "You said that guy in the movie was hot."

Adora, to her credit, tried not to laugh again. She didn’t do a good job at it. "You know being bi is a thing, right?"

Catra’s eyes widened. She jumped up like the bed was made out of fire. "Shit!"

Adora giggled, and Catra would be angry at her if she wasn’t freaking out. She was such an idiot! "You never thought about it, did you?"

"No!” Catra was pacing up and down - Adora rubbed off on her - and she gestured wildly with her hands. “I just panicked and then I refused to think about you in general and - my god, I'm so stupid!"

Adora reached out, holding Catra hands in her own. Catra took a deep breath to calm herself. It didn’t matter if they were six, cuddling in their bunk after Catra had a nightmare, or all grown up, Adora’s hand in hers always made her feel safe.

Adora guided her to the bed, making her sit down next to her. Catra waited for her to let go of her. Adora intertwined their fingers.

"If it makes you feel better,” she said with a sheepish smile, “I thought you were ignoring me because you realized I was flirting and you wanted to reject me.”

This night sure is full of surprises. “You were flirting with me?” Scorpia’s flirting theory suddenly came back to her. “Wait, that’s why you always forgot your clothes when you took a shower? That was your weird mating ritual?”

Adora’s face flashed. “I mean, I wouldn’t call it that, but yeah.”

Catra chuckled. What a dork. She slumped against Adora’s shoulder. “Ugh, we could have saved so much time if I hadn’t been such an idiot and just asked!”

Catra felt Adora shake as she laughed. “Well, yeah-”

“So kind.”

“But,” Adora continued, jabbing Catra in the side playfully, “now I have a girlfriend to take out on a date tomorrow.”

Catra’s heart skipped a beat. When she didn’t respond - too busy making sure her heartbeat wouldn’t be heard in China - Adora rushed to talk.

“If you want to, I mean!”

Catra laughed. “And you were being all smooth too.” She snuggled further into Adora’s side. With her head resting on Adora’s shoulder she could smell her shampoo - green apple. She hadn’t realized how much she missed this these past two weeks - how much she had missed her. “Yes, I want to.”

Adora’s grip on her hand tightened. “This isn’t fair,” she grumbled.

Catra craned her neck to look at her. Adora was blushing. “What?”

Adora's smile was small but so lovestruck. With me, Catra thought and her heart skipped a beat. “You,” Adora said. She had no right to make Catra feel like this; like her heart was full of fireworks. “You’re too cute. I want to kiss you so bad.”

Catra sat up. Adora’s lips glistened with the chapstick she wore and Catra wanted to know what it tasted like. “Bi all means, go ahead,” she said, sounding more confident than she felt.

Adora giggled so hard she snorted. “Did you just make a bi pun?”

Catra smirked. “Maybe.”

Adora laughed and Catra couldn’t stop her smile even if she tried. She wanted to hear that sound for the rest of her days.

She leaned in and kissed her.

#spop #shera #catra #adora #catradora #fanfiction #my fic

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bohica160 · 3 years ago

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Firefighter Chris (pt.2)

ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗMinors gtfo, this isn't for youᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

(I am so sorry this took forever. Dumb stuff popped up at work, which didn't give me much time there to write, and then I kept passing out when I got home.😅

I was going to do this in 1 part but I feel like it would have been too long with both fem reader and gn reader versions.)

Thank you @awanami08 for the idea <3

A few months have passed, and your house was fixed up, looking like a fire never happened. You still spent a lot of time over at Chris’s place, still in the honeymoon phase of your relationship. It was date night, and Chris wanted to surprise you with a home-cooked meal. He also had a little surprise for later that had to do with a conversation he overheard you had with one of your close friends on the phone. After you got home from work you quickly changed into something more comfortable, before heading next door.

As you made your way into the kitchen, you saw your large burly boyfriend wearing a cream-colored apron. “Look at you. You’ll make a fine house husband someday”, you snickered walking up to him, getting on your tippy-toes to kiss his scruffy cheek. He gave you a very unimpressed look which only made you laugh more. “What are you cooking chef?”, you asked, peeking into the pots and pans. “Just one of your favorite dishes”, he replied with a small smile as he continued to stir the contents in the pan. “Do you need some help?” you wrapped your arms around him, pressing your chest into his side as your hand of his firm abs rubbed up and down. He placed the wooden spoon down before turning in your grasp and placed his hands on your hips. “Want to set the table?” You nodded with a smile, tilting your head up to him. He dipped his head down to yours, capturing your lips in a soft languid kiss. You pulled back only for one of his large hands to move to the back of your head to pull you back in. You smiled into the kiss with a hum. Your hands trailed up to his pecs as he pulled you impossibly close into him. You pulled away for much needed air, biting your lip “Easy there big boy. We still need to eat”, you teased with a wink before slipping out of his hold to grab the silverware and plates.

You crack open your favorite bottle of wine as Chris brings the remaining dishes to the table. You both unwind, venting about work, talk about places your coworker told you about that would be nice for a little weekend get-away. As usual, the topic will somehow end up about music. After dinner, the two of you clean up the kitchen before heading over to the couch for tonight's movie. Lounging on the couch, you start looking through your phone to find the movie you wanted to stream. Chris comes up behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders, rubbing his thumbs into the muscles. "I'm going to take a shower real quick before we start." You nod your head as you let out a small moan as he works out a knot. "Since you made a mess" You commented with a smile. You look up at him, head against the headrest, face tilted up towards him. "Thank you again for cooking handsome." He leaned over you giving you a kiss, lips lingering on yours for a moment before placing one on your forehead.

As Chris left the steamy bathroom, towel hanging on his hips, he peered down the hall to see your feet dangling off the armrest, while you patiently waited for him. He haphazardly whipped himself off as he made his way into the bedroom. He rummaged through his work gear in the closet. Finding what he was looking for, he quickly pulled them on before calling your name. “Y/n. Can you help me with something?” You pushed yourself off the couch, slowly making your way to the bedroom as you continued to look at your phone. “What do you need help with?” There was a pregnant pause before you finally pulled your eyes away from your phone to see a half-naked Chris sporting his firefighter pants with red suspenders. Hair still damp from the shower, droplets of water roll down his sculpted pecs and over the ridges of his abs.

You take in a deep breath almost forgetting how to breathe. Your eyes trail over every inch of him, bottom lip caught between your teeth, eyebrow arched. You saunter over to him, hips swaying. “Now what can i-” you stopped short in front of him, fingertips trailing their way up the suspenders. Hooking your fingers under the fabric running up and down over his pebbled flesh, he flinched at the contact, “-help you with sir?” you purred as you looked up at him through your lashes. He looked down at you with lidded eyes. Your fingers slid down against the suspenders, going aching slow as you got closer to his pelvis.

Your eyes glance down at the very prominent tent in his pants. Dragging your hooked fingers into the waist of the pants, grazing against his skin, watching the muscles contract at the light teasing. Looking up at him with such an innocent look on your face, “Is this what you need help with sir?” you asked tilting your head to the side. Stretching up onto your toes, pushing your chest up against his. Feeling the warmth of his skin seep into you. Your reach down just a bit lower into his pants just barely missing the hilt. Chris dips his head towards you, his large hands cupping your cheeks. Taunting him with your plump lips, pulling back just before his lips ghost over yours. All while playing cat and mouse, your hands slither further down giving light touches around the base of his shaft, thumbs sweeping the underside, brushing against his heavy balls. Chris's breath became heavier and heavier, sharp inhales caught in his throat.

Your lip caught between your teeth as the corners of your mouth turn up. Eyes switching between his parted lips and his hungry eyes. Taking one of his calloused thumbs and running it slowly over the bottom of your lip, while the other roamed to the back of your head. Feeling his fingers comb through your hair before grabbing a handful, pulling at it causing you to crane your head up at him further. The gasp that left your mouth, caused him to twitch in your hands, feeling his hot breath hit your lips before he fixed his mouth over yours. He gave your hair another tug, using it as an advantage to slip in his warm muscle mapping out your mouth.

Hungrily swallowing all your moans, he nudges your feet apart with his. You obey giving his thick cock a squeeze before moving your hands from the confinement of his pants, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands slowly run down your body, giving each curve a squeeze before resting them on your ass. Getting a nice firm grip on your cheeks, he lifts you up like you weighed nothing. You squeaked against his lips, before wrapping your legs around him. He carried you over to the bed, placing you on the edge. You grabbed him by the front of his pants, pulling him closer placing light kisses at his pelvis as you unbuckled the suspenders, then undid the front. His hard member springing out from his pants, slapping against his abs. Letting the piece of clothing pool around his ankles, you placed both hands on his outer thighs holding him still. Peering up at him through your lashes, you ran your tongue over your bottom lip before tracing up the underside of his cock. Following the ridge all the way up to the crown of his cock.

His mouth hangs slightly open, trying to watch every second of you lather up his cock, but as you firmly press your tongue against the sensitive ridge, he couldn’t help but close his eyes as his head tilts back on the sensation. He let out a deep groan as you licked at the small slit at the head with the tip of your tongue, lapping up the salty precum. You wrapped your warm wet muscle around smooth reddening skin before closing your lips around it giving it a nice suck before sinking further down his length. You stilled as your nose brushed against his trail. He looked down at you, feeling your throat constrict around him. He was doing everything he could from not thrusting further into your throat. You pulled away slowly, watching as a string of saliva connected from him to your lips. Eliciting a soft fuck from him before he quickly moved to help you out of your clothes before climbing on top of you.

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siremasterlawrence · 5 years ago

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The Spray Of Choice # 1.

My step white dad Chris was super hot but I could never quite get close to him. He had enough one night as he walks straight into my room one day after work. He is so demanding as he slams doors behind me. “I had enough of this young man we are family now an we are all we have.” He says to me.

He demands me to speak to him with such force as I angrily slam my fist. He looks shock as I walk to him as I force his back to the door. Before he says a word I kiss him deeply before coming to my senses. He runs out as he unlocks the door making me feel worse as I turn back.

I back my bags quickly as I head for the door unfortunately he was waiting. He walks in as I back up he takes my bags throwing it to two ground. He takes my face in his hands as he kicks the door closed. He leans in as his lips touch mine tenderly feeling his body shiver.

I don’t know what to think as he stares at me waiting for me to make a move. I kiss back as we land on my bed swiftly taking out clothes. After the way over due and the long make session leads to sex. He walks into my bathroom as I try to escape again he walks out soon after.

Just in time to shop me as I don’t know how he does it but he soon corners me. “We need to actually talk about this son and don’t tell me we had sex. Obviously we I wguess have had these feelings for each other for a while. I never I mean I never knew it thought. I swear to you but I want it.” He says.

“What do you want from me Chris really? Yeah I have had the hots for you for awhile so what.”I tell him happily. He smiles as he takes my bag an unpacks them as he is jabbering on. I stare at his ass as he pulls out a box pointing it to me. “What’s this?” He ask me askI take it from him an spray it in his face.

He falls to the ground at my feet as I head out completely broken. I was completely disillusioned at what was happening. I decide to come home hours later as I sneak in. I head up the stairs as I turn to my room to find a strange young man in my room. “Hey where were you?” He asks me.

“Chris is that you? What happen to you? My formula did that?” I am asking out loud. He sits on my bed smiling at me a young vibrant man my age. He looks at me renewed but unsure of what was going on to him. He walks over to me as he holds on to my waist tightly leans into a kiss.

He kisses me passionately y as I feel his body quiver in excitement. “Who am I ?” He asks me as his whole reality changes. “You were my step dad but now you are my lover. You are my age an the world will still see you for who you were. You are fully gay an fully in love with me.” I tell him.

His eyes wake up as he looks at me fully as he kisses me till we hit the bed. His lips slip over me as we both get undress as I fuck him intensely. After the long while he tells me how amazing I am an sits up in the bed. He kisses me until I begin to kiss back as he rolls off the bed.

“I need you to be my date to the stupid even my dull older version has to attend. He pulls out the suit that he orders a few hours ago as he gets dressed himself. We get dress together as we make out like crazy. We head to grab lunch as we pick up our suits before we head to the movies.

In the far back of my favorite local movie theater as we make out like two crazy kids. We are soon on the way back home two hours later. We then run to my room as he has to rush to get dress in our suits . An he makes sure we look our best and extremely presentable.

We rush to the limo as we head to the party as Chris rolls his eyes as he kisses me. We walk out of the limo as we head down the most amazing red carpet. He stops in the middle of room as he kisses me tenderly. It felt so good as the cameras click an he smiles with me.

“ I love you Lawrence with all my heart and I will never stop loving you my king. Let’s go in an try to enjoy the best of the night.” He says. We hold hands as we walk in he leans towards to my ears as he whispers in my ears. He tells me how much he loves me before he makes the rounds.

Finally the place slows down as he kisses me and we head out of the room. He kisses me as head to the limo making out all the way to the house. Back in the house he is all over my body like he never felt so good in his life. It was a thrilling for him being so young again with such love.

“So what do you say we make this official? I am not your step dad at all anymore right?” He tries to ask me with such confidence as slyly as possible. He walks over to me happily an I say yes true as he will find away to keep working. “You are going to college after summer an we will make some changes here.” He says it to me.

“Will you please take control over my decisions from me? You set the dresscode and the rules here? Please.” I say to him. He kisses me tenderly as I agree to take control bringing out a sigh of relief. I tell him I will be doing college online period. He spends the rest of the day rearranging the house to my desires.

He switches rooms with me as we make out passionately an he kiss me again.

The end.

#The Spray.

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theycallmebeccawrites · 6 years ago

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One Shot: Crossing Lines

With Tumblr holding my original writing blog @beccaheartschrisevans captive (aka flagged as explicit), I have made a secondary writing blog and may end up closing the other all together. In the meantime, I am reposting all of my stories on my new blog.

Title: Crossing Lines

Pairing: Chris x reader

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: language, descriptive sex scenes

Summary: Chris’s best friend comes over to his place following an awful, ended early, first date

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

18+ Disclaimer: This work contains sexual material that is for those over the age of 18. By clicking the keep reading link below, you are agreeing that you are over the age of 18 and are not offended by sexual content.

This story can also be read on AO3

You’re bored out of your mind as you sit across the table from another awful date; this time with a guy you met on a dating site. You’d found him funny online, but there is nothing funny about the cocky asshole now.

“Excuse me,” you say, standing up, suddenly. “I need to visit the lady’s.”

You tuck your wallet purse under your arm and make your way across the restaurant to where the restrooms are. That’s when you run into her; a woman dressed in all black and wearing large black sunglasses the hide her eyes.

“You should leave,” she says, stepping in front of you. “That man you’re with is my husband.”

“What?” You’re taken aback by her words, but then you realize it gives you an out from the worst date of them all. “Sorry, he didn’t say anything. Consider me gone.”

You pass her and go into the kitchen, hoping the fact that the owner’s cousin is one of your best friends will allow you to slip out through the alley. You bypass the dish pit and are almost to the alley door when the owner of the restaurant calls your name.

Turning around, you expect him to be mad, but instead he is holding a pizza in a to go box. “You looked miserable out there,” he says, holding out the pizza box. “I don’t blame you for ditching him.”

“Thanks,” you reply, not wanting to reveal the real reason you’re sneaking out through the kitchen. Judging by the loud voices and a sudden sound of breaking dishes from the dining room, he’ll figure it all out soon enough.

While he leaves to find out what’s going on, you exit the restaurant and walk around the block to your car, very glad you hadn’t taken the asshole up on his offer to pick you up for your date.

After getting into the car and starting it, you tell Siri to call Chris.

“Hello?” his voice greets you seconds later.

“You busy tonight?” you ask, thankful once again for the Bluetooth enabled stereo he’d given you for Christmas last year.

“I thought you had a date.”

“Ugh, I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Just tell me,” he says. “You went to my cousin’s place, right? I’ll hear about it anyway.”

“I’m certain you will,” you reply with a sigh. “Fine. The short version is his wife showed up.”

“What the fuck! That bastard was married!”

“And boring as hell,” you reply. “I left the table to go to the bathroom and his wife met me in the hallway to tell me to get lost.”

“Fuck,” he says again. “This is why you shouldn’t go on those stupid dating sites.”

“How the hell do you suggest I meet guys then?” you ask. “The guys in Boston won’t date me, my dad, my brother and my grandfather are all cops.”

“Maybe you should add that to your profile then.”

You choose to ignore his suggestion and return to your original question, “So, are you busy tonight?”

“Nope. Just hanging out in my apartment.”

“Can I come over? Your cousin gave me a pizza.”

“I’ve got a fridge full of beer and other stuff.”

“I’ll be there in five,” you reply then hit the ‘end call’ button.

A few minutes later, you arrive at his building and take the parking spot of someone leaving. You grab the pizza box and then head up to his apartment, where he is waiting for you in the doorway.

“You look hot tonight,” he says not even trying to hide the fact he is checking you out.

“You’re looking pretty good yourself,” you reply, taking in his relaxed look of a black t-shirt and a pair of dark wash jeans.

He takes the pizza box from you and then leads you into the large, loft apartment that he owns even though he usually spends his time in Boston at his mom’s house.

“So how did I get lucky and find you here tonight?” you ask as you kick off the heels you’d worn.

“My oldest nephew is having a sleepover,” he replies. “I was there earlier, but it was just too much for me and I told my mom I was staying here tonight.”

“Just wait until your niece is old enough to have sleepovers,” you tease.

“I grew up with sisters, I plan to be far, far, far away when that happens,” he states as he puts the pizza box on a kitchen counter. “I have no interest in being tied to a chair so girls can give me a makeover. Been there, done that, don’t need to do it again.”

“Your mom would have pictures of that hidden away somewhere, wouldn’t she?” you ask innocently as you open the box and grab a slice of pizza.

“Probably, but she won’t share them,” he says giving you a ‘don’t even think about it’ glare before opening the fridge and grabbing two beers.

“Maybe not with a stranger, but I’ve been your best friend for -”

You stop talking when you find yourself pressed into the counter by his hard body. Your lick your lips and swallow as your eyes move up his chest and to his handsome face.

“We’ve crossed certain lines in our twenty-five year friendship,” he says, his voice lowering in tone. “But there are still others that shouldn’t be crossed.”

“You’re right,” you say, trying hard to ignore the hardness that is pressed against your lower belly.

He remains pressed against you for another second before he backs off and grabs the pizza box.

You follow him over to the black leather couch and take a seat. He puts the pizza box on the coffee table then drops into the spot next to you. He grabs the bottle opener off the coffee table and pulls the lids off both beers then holds one out to you.

You finish your first slice of pizza and grab a second as he turns on his TV and quickly navigates through different menus. You don’t pay much attention until you see him hit play on “Pretty Woman”, one of your favorite movies.

“We can watch something else,” you tell him.

“You’ve had a shitty night,” he replies as he leans forward and grabs two slices of pizza then stacks them on top of each other.

Having had your fill of pizza, you lean against him and smile when he wraps one of his arms around you. You stay interested in the movie until the scene where Julia Roberts’ character goes down on Richard Gere’s character. It is then that you feel the heat of Chris behind you, feel the way his body feels against yours and remember the hardiness you felt in the kitchen.

“Are you dating or almost dating anyone?” you ask, turning your head to look at him.

His eyes meet yours and he shakes his head then verbally answers, “No. No one.”

That’s all the invitation you need since you two had decided last Christmas that you could handle being friends who occasionally fucked. No longer interested in the movie, you turn your body towards him and bite your lower lip before leaning in to him.

His mouth meets yours halfway and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his lap. You love kissing him, because he treats it as an artform; one in which he is well-skilled, or rather, well-practiced because, if you’re being honest, the first kiss the pair of you shared at age 12 was a sloppy mess.

You feel his large hands slide down your back to grab hold of your ass and you allow him to guide the slow, rocking movements of your lower body into his. Then his fingers grab the bottom hem of your dress and pull it up so you’re panty covered sex is pressed directly into the rough denim covering his hard cock.

Pulling away from him, you lean back and locked your eyes to his as you take control of the movements of your hips. He smiles back at you with dilated pupils before shifting without any warning.

You find yourself on your back and staring up at him as he pulls his t-shirt over his head, exposing his sculpted torso to your hungry eyes. You can’t help but reach out to touch him, but quickly find your hands being guided, by his, down to the fastenings of his jeans. You quickly undo them then watch as he pulls them down, freeing his hard cock in the process.

As he stands up to remove his jeans, you hurriedly take off your dress and drop it onto the floor, leaving yourself in a black push-up bra and lacy black panties. Your eyes meet his as he lowers himself onto the couch and you bite your lower lip as you undo the front clasp on your bra. His eyes drop to your breasts as you unveil them to him. He licks his lips and then leans down over you.

You arch your back, offering your breasts to him as his mouth finds one and his large hand finds the other. The little hairs of his beard tickle your sensitive skin and his velvety tongue quickly soothes the occasional irritation. He proves his mouth and tongue are skilled in more than just kissing as he makes his way from one breast to the other, showering the skin of your chest and torso with the same attention he does your nipples and breasts.

Heat pools between your legs as he continues his journey down your body and you ache to feel him buried inside of you, but you know he’s going to make you wait. You jump as his fingers touch your through the fabric of your panties and you press your body against him. You glare at him as he smirks back at you while teasing your through the lacy material.

Finally, you feel his fingers on the waistband of your panties and you lift your hips to allow him to remove them. Your eyes follow his hand as he drops the offending fabric on to the floor and then you cock your eyebrow as he grabs the edge of the coffee table and pulls it your direction. Then he places one of your feet on the table, effectively opening your most intimate parts for his viewing.

And view he does. His eyes study your folds and you blush. He licks his lips and then bounces his eyes up to yours to wink at you. Then he begins with delicate, irritatingly deliberate touches to your inner thighs, teasing you.

“Chrisssssss,” you whine.

He teases a little longer before those long, slender fingers finally touch you where you need it the most. Your eyes close as he works you over, slipping his digits through your folds and you arch you back as one of his fingers, slickened by your juices, slides into your sex. Your hips naturally rise and fall in sync with the movements of his hands and you cry out in disbelief when he pulls out.

Then his mouth is on you and your grab hold of his strong, muscular shoulder as his tongue becomes intimate with your sex. Your cries fill the loft as he brings you to the edge of your release and then over the edge, leaving you panting and jello-limbed.

You open you eyes and see him smiling cockily at you as he licks his lips. He’s leaning back on his knees and palming his hard cock, his intentions clear. He gives you another minute to regain your composure before he moves his pointer finger in a circle motion, signalling for you to roll over.

Smiling, you lower your leg from the table and then sit up. You slide your bra off your shoulders, dropping it onto the floor and then you turn around, positioning your knees on the edge of the couch and facing the back of the couch.

You feel one of his hands grab your waist as his other guides his cock into your folds in a single thrust. He gives you a moment to adjust to his girth before his other hand grabs your waist. Your hands cling to the back of the couch as he slides in and out of you, each thrust increasing with speed.

At some point his hands end up on your ass, clinging to your soft cheeks as he slams into you repeatedly. His grunts mingle with your cries and you find yourself biting the throw blanket that is draped over the back of the couch as another orgasm tears through your body. You feel him stiffen behind you and his body jerk as he cums inside of you.

Weak kneed, he pulls out of you and collapses on to the couch, pulling you into his arms in the process.

You wake up sometime later and find yourself enveloped in his arms. The TV has long since turned itself off and at some point Chris has covered you both with the blanket. You snuggle yourself into his chest and breath in his scent that both turns you on and makes you feel at peace and, most importantly, at home.

With your ear pressed against his chest, you can feel his heartbeat and you can’t help but wish that the two of you couldn’t change your “friends with benefits” status into a boyfriend/girlfriend one. You’re not sure when it happened, but you’ve fallen in love with your best friend.

“You think too loud.” His low tone sends vibrations through your body. “Go back to sleep, we’ll talk in the morning.”

You’re not sure you can go back to sleep and then you feel it, his hand on the small of your back. You feel one of his fingers drawing something, but you can’t tell what it is at first. Then he repeats it.

He draws a horizontal line then a vertical line and followed by a second horizontal line.

The letter “I”, you realize.

Your heart pounds as he redraws the second object and you quickly recognize as a heart.

Then he draws a horse shoe like shape that you interpret as the letter “U”.

Then he draws on final thing, two vertical lines in rapid succession. It takes you a minute and then you realize he’s drawn the Roman numeral for the number 2.

“I love you, too,” you whisper.

You pull your head away from his chest and look up at him. He stares back at you and then winks at you before closing his eyes. You resettle yourself against his chest, doubting that sleep will come, but you find yourself drifting off as you listen to his breathing slow.

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frankiefellinlove · 6 years ago

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I almost cried because I couldn’t attend this event 😔

Report of Archives shown in Asbury Park today

By Stan Goldstein

What a shame this wasn't recorded or filmed or even photos exist yet. The Asbury Park Music and Film Festival photographer was allowed to take pictures of the talk and hopefully they will appear soon.

This was one for the ages. It was spectacular!! Bruce was there. He did a Q&A at the end. Ten videos shown.

Then they had the talk. Thom Zimny and Chris Phillips came out, there was a third chair. Before they started Thom waved to the side of the stage and said "Come out now" and Bruce walked out to a standing ovation.. What followed was an incredible Q & A. It's a shame this wasn't recorded, but I took a lot of notes.

Some breaking news from it.

Bruce said that a DVD/video will be coming out of the full New Orleans Jazzfest show from 2006.

Bruce said that show was "One of his Top-5 live performing experiences."

Bruce also said he would love to see a full Tunnel of Love show come out.

Bruce said a lot of this footage he had never seen before. He said he never saw the clip with Clarence from Buffalo in 2009 before.

Bruce says he's amazed what he can find on Youtube and suggest fans should go there to find some things.

He was very relaxed. Wore a black sweat shirt (sweater? ladies need your help here) with a "5" on it.

Some quotes from Bruce:

"I have lived many lives, many I haven't seen myself," after seeing this footage.

Bruce said they were "superstitious about being filmed in the early days. That's why we never did any TV. We felt that a magician should not look too close at his magic trick."

Bruce then gave a shout out to Barry Rebo who was in the audience. Barry is the one who shot much of the early footage.

Bruce said he was surprised to find out what they have (in the vaults). "I feel glad that Thom was able to dig up this stuff."

Bruce said when they did the filming for "Live in New York City" in 2000 that he felt "he was finally getting over the wall" of not liking to be filmed.

This was after Chris asked him about the Blood Brothers documentary from 1995 being one of the first things being filmed officially.

Bruce had a funny line about being recorded/filmed: "You always think you are more handsome than you actually are and you always think you sound better than you actually do."

Bruce said the 1975 Bottom Line shows "Really changed the life of the band. We were officially contenders. We no longer had to be good, we had to be GREAT! every night." to which many in the ground yelled out "You are!"

Chris asked about doing 10 Bottom Line shows in five days in 1975 (early and late show) and Bruce said they were only an hour-and-a-half each, so it wasn't too bad.

Chris Phillips tried to ask him about the new album but Bruce said he didn't really want to talk about it.

The 10 songs:

1. When You Walk In The Room - Bottom Line, August 16?,1975

One-camera color. Not great quality but who's going to complain seeing Bruce from this era

2. Apollo Medley - Apollo Theater, NYC, March 9, 2012

Chris Phillips asked Bruce about this. It's the clip where Bruce goes up in the balcony and sings from the front, really dangerous.

Bruce: "I don't know what I was thinking when I did that. It wasn't planned, no one was following me. I just said fuck it and I then fucked up the whole arrangement with the band. I was just glad to find some pipes to hold on to. We do perform some death-defying acts."

Bruce also said it was incredible to play there with all the history of the place and it was a great way to break the band in to start the Wrecking Ball tour. Said it was Jake's first show and "there was no pressure."

Bruce also said to Thom that they should put this out someday too. It was all professionally filmed with multiple cameras. This footage was awesome. The look on Patti's face when Bruce was in the balcony was priceless.

3. New York City Serenade, Dec. 15, 1973, Nassau Community College, black and white, two cameras: Rough footagae but incredible.

Chris Phillips asked about David Sancious playing on this. This was the original E Street Band: Bruce, Garry, David, Danny and Vini Lopez. This clip was shown at the Monmouth U. archives event in 2014. A magical clip. David on the piano is spectacular.

"David is one of the most musically talented people I have met and on the planet. His ability to cover everything, he's a master. I loved to have him in the band."

Chris then said "Well there's the elephant in the room. We have some new music and David plays on it and Bruce said "Yea, he plays on some of it. But we don't have to talk about that."

4. My City Of Ruins - Seeger Sessions, Jazzfest, 2006

Pro-shot, multiple camera footage. Great shots of the crowd singing along "Rise Up!" According to Bruce, this whole show will be out at some point.

Bruce: "The Sessions Band was a great band. I want to do that again. It was a great day. The day before we went driving down to the Ninth Ward. Rock and Roll is best when the stakes are on the table and go go against trouble and hard times. It was good to perform there and serve."

Bruce said to come back to Asbury Park now is so great to see how it is doing. He said he feels like the "Ghost of Christmas past" when he walks around

5. Quarter to Three, Bottom Line, August 16, 1975

Bruce asked Thom Zimny who shot this? And Thom told him Barry Rebo.

Great, color, one-camera footage. Bruce is all over the place. Dancing on the center table in front of the stage. Jumping on Danny's organ then going over to Roy's piano. At one point he drops his guitar pick and a fan hands it back to him. Young, classic Bruce at his best.

Bruce said the band was physically and literally half the size they are now back in those days compared to the Apollo footage now. .

6. Promised Land - Freehold, Nov. 8, 1996

A one-camera close up shot of Bruce in color. Not the greatest video but I'm not going to complain.

Bruce said "going back to St. Rose of Lima was tough enough. I did debut 'Freehold' that night.

7. Who Do You Love/She's the One - Tunnel of Love tour, Rotterdam, June 28,1988.

May have been the highlight clip of the afternoon. Hard rocking E Street Band with the spotlight on Clarence. He's at his peak physically and is all over. "The sight of the The Big Man and the maracas" Bruce said with a smile.

Some epic footage of Bruce and Clarence practically making love on stage. You have to see it to understand. The women in the audience particularly liked this clip.

This is when Bruce said "We should put out a Tunnel of Love show."

8. Patti Scialfa doing "Tell Him" from the Stone Pony 10th anniversary show, 1984 with Cats on a Smooth Surface. Nice color, one-camera shot.

"I almost had her here today," Bruce said. "That's the night I met my wife, 30 years ago at the Stone Pony. As I said in the Broadway show, it was the first time I heard her sing. She was playing with Bobby Bandiera, an Asbury Park hero."

Bruce asked where that footage came from and Thom Zimny said Kevin Buell knew someone who had it.

9. Sandy - Dec. 15, 1973, acoustic with Danny Federici, black and white. Nice version but a bit slow. But hey it's classic Danny and Bruce.

Bruce kidded that "I thought I was going to fall asleep at any moment. I went to the bathroom and came back I was still playing!"

Chris asked Bruce a little bit more about "Sandy" and the writing of it and Bruce said "Sandy was when things were just starting to happen for the band. It was a goodbye to Asbury Park. The last night Danny Federici played with us (Indianapolis, March 20, 2008) I asked him what he wanted to play and he said 'Sandy.' The song was appropriate because I wrote it It as the ending of something wonderful and the beginning of something new. We were leaving Asbury Park just as things were changing,"

10. Growing Up - Buffalo, Nov. 22, 2009. With the story of meeting Clarence.

Bruce said he had never seen this clip before. "The story is completely true, all those things. It actually happened. Looking at that, I really miss the Big Man" Bruce said as he and the crowd got a bit emotional.

Toward the end Bruce thanked Thom Zimny, saying "He has allowed us to use this great footage. He's like another member of the band."

Bruce said how he saw a Jean Claude van Damme movie and called Thom up and said "we should look like that for the Darkness taping right on this stage." Which was done in December of 2009, the filming of the band playing the entire album for the box set.

Bruce also commended Thom for his work on "Springsteen on Broadway" and said "Broadway was going well, let's not fuck this thing up!" Bruce kidded that the "magic begins with: 'Do I look great?'"

There was a little bit of talk about the "Night with the Jersey Devil" film and the short movie made from "Hunter of Invisible Game."

Chris Phillips also asked Bruce about the Upstage movie that is being shown tomorrow and what Bruce thought about the original version which he saw in 2017.

"Why am I not in this?" Bruce said. He then did do an interview for it which will be in the new version. He continued: "That last time I walked into the Upstage it looked exactly how it looked in 1968."

Some notes: Cameron Crowe was in the audience as were the Farrelly Brothers.

When I got to my seat, I was told I was being moved. I bought a single ticket the moment they were on sale and ended up in the first row. They told me my seat was going to be used by Bruce and his family. I got bumped up to a folding chair in the pit right in front of the stage. A little tough to watch the videos but right in front of Bruce for the Q&A so no complaints here. As it turned out, Bruce never sat in the seats anyway. He did watch from the side up against the wall of the lower right (facing the stage) orchestra for a bit

The locking up the cellphones thing worked well. In a way it was kind of nice not having a zillion phones up when Bruce was onstage but what a shame that it wasn't record for "the archives", then again, maybe it was. I don't know.

Great job by Chris Phillips. What I liked is he asked "fan-type"" questions, not like how a New York Times or Rolling Stone writer would try to talk about it.

And if you stayed this long, thank you for reading

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The Marvel Parody - Chapter 16

Pairing : Chris Evans x Plus Size!Reader

Warnings : Language ; spelling mistakes

Word Count : 1.931

Author’s Note : Italic = Reader’s thoughts

You woke up with the sun shining through the window. You touched your left side and felt it empty. ‘Chris’ You stood on your bed and stared at the place the man of your dreams should be lying. ‘Was it all a dream?’ « Morning » … You felt your bed shift and looked up finding a dripping wet Chris. « You’re here », you whispered. He smiled down at you. « Of course I am. Did you think I would have left? » It was your turn to smile and confess « You being here last night. The things we said. The kiss. I thought for a second it was all just a dream. » He leaned down and pressed his lips on your forehead. « It’s real baby. » You hugged him never getting enough of his warm body pressed against yours, his fresh smell overflowing your nostrils. « I’m gonna take a shower », and gave him a peck on his shoulder. You quickly entered the shower, hot water flowing down your hair to your soft body. You touched your lips recalling the passionate kisses you shared, his godly body close to you and smiled widely. You never felt so much joy in your life than at that moment. Well alongside the night of the Marvel Parody and the next day when Feige went to propose you to audition and the day you were casted…anyway, yesterday was part of the best days of your life and you still couldn’t believe that it was real.

You got out of the shower, brushed your teeth and ‘Shit. I forget to bring my clothes. I can’t just get out there in a towel. I mean, it’s not like he hasn’t seen me in lingerie already, right? Damn it.’ Taking a deep breathe, you stepped into the room, towel wrapped around your naked body, hair still dripping from the shower. He was laid against the headboard switching the TV channels and stopped once he saw you enter. He had his mouth slightly agape and swallowed hard. You kept walking until you were in front of the closet, face red like Pennywise’s ballon. You could feel his gaze digging holes behind your back.

The next thing you felt was his arms around your waist and head in the crook of you neck. You squealed not expecting him behind you. He started to leave featherlike kisses on your neck making your heart beat faster at each peck. Voice dropped a few octaves, he whispered « Hmm, you smell so good. » Each of his breaths, kisses or words send goosebumps all over your body and a slow whimper escaped your throat. With the hand that slid in your hair he turned you around and kissed you. The kiss started slow, gentle but turned quickly passionate. Your tongues exploring your mouths again, making him moan. « Fuck », you said. ‘His moan, God. If I had to die right now, the last thing I wanna hear is his moan.’ That’s right, since the day you saw him moan during a sex scene in the movie ‘London’, you kind of developed it as a kink. Still kissing, you stumbled through the room and end up on the bed. ‘This is going too fast.’, you thought. « Chriss… » « Hmmm » « Chris, wait. » He let go of your lips « I’m sorry, did I make you uncomfortable ? » « No, no. It’s just too fast. I’m.. », you were having a hard time getting the words out. « Hey, hey, no problem. We don’t have to do anything if you’re not ready. I’m sorry I got carried away. There’s no rush. » « No, I got just as much carried away as you, it’s just that yeah, I think we should wait a little. » « Yes, don’t worry. Like I said there’s no rush baby. » You smiled at said « But we can still kiss. » « Yess », he throw his fist in the air triumphantly. You laughed at his antics « Dork » and kissed him gently.

« What happens now? », you asked. You didn’t want to go public yet, with the movie coming out and the press tour you didn’t want people think that you made it because you were Chris Evans’s girlfriend. You wanted them to see you as the girl who played that badass bitch in the movie. Be recognized for your hard work and dedication. The only people you wanted to tell was the cast, your friends and family. He looked at you in the eyes « I think we should keep it low-key from the press and only tell our friends and family. » You released the breath you were holding « Thank God. I was thinking the same. » He grinned and locked our lips together. « I love you Y/N » « I love you Chris » His phone vibrated and he looked at the received text. « It’s Seb. We should dress, the cast is waiting for us. » He quickly put his suit from the previous night on and headed towards the door. « Wait for me at the elevator. » You nodded and closed the door.

You decided to wear something casual and put on a jean, white shirt and a leather jacket with sneakers. You left your hair dry out naturally and didn’t want to waste time on makeup, so you went natural. 15 minutes later, you met Chris at the elevator. You would lie if you said that you weren’t stressed. Chris sensed you tense and intervened his fingers with yours. « Ready? » You turned to him and nodded. You stepped out of the elevator, holding hands with the guy of your dreams and caught the sight of the cast waiting for us. Mackie was the first to notice us and ‘Oh God’, you thought once you saw his eyes widen. « Nooooo way??!! », the actor almost screamed. Everyone turned around « Yesss. Finally. The sexual tension between you two was killing us », continued a smiling RDJ. « Guys, come on. Stop it », you heard Chris say. Everyone greet you and congratulated both of you. « Congrats mate. If you hurt her, you will have to face me », said Seb. He then hugged you and commented « Congrats doll. If you hurt him, you will have to face me. » You chuckled « Alright Stan » You told them that no one was supposed to know besides friends and family. It was Tom’s turn to greet us. « Tom, please don’t spoil anything to the press. » « Ahh darling, you know me » « That’s why I’m begging you. I know how excited you get and than accidentally reveal things. » « Valid point. I promise, I won’t tell anyone. » « Thanks buddy »

The next people to know were of course your family and the girls from the club. Everyone was thrilled that you’ve finally got the guy.

3 Months Later

Your relationship with Chris couldn’t be better. During your break you flew to Boston and got to know his family, who welcomed you with open arms. He was currently filming for another movie and when you weren’t in L.A., you would visit him on set. You continued doing routines at G.’s club and would alternate by passing auditions. One day, you got a call from your agent saying that you got the part for Damien Chazelle’s upcoming project and couldn’t be more thrilled to work with the director considering the fact that La La Land was one of your favorite movies. Once you told Chris, he literally screamed on the phone, congratulating you and supporting your starting career.

It was mid-November. You were cooking something to eat when you got a text from Sarah.

From Sarah : Are you busy? Can I come by? I don’t wanna be alone right know.

To Sarah : Of course, you can come. What’s wrong?

From Sarah : I’ll tell you once I’m there.

‘Odd’, you thought. A half hour later, your doorbell rang telling you that Sarah was here. Once you opened the door, you saw your friend’s state. Glossy red eyes and mascara flushed on her face, indicating that she’s been crying. « Hey, what happened? Why are you crying? » She stepped forward and hugged you like her life depended on it. « Me and..me and Seb got..into a huge fight and he…he left », she sobbed. « WHAT? How did that happened? Why? », you stuttered shocked. You couldn’t believe that they could ever break up. They were meant for each other. « I don’t know. It started out with a stupid comment and then it just escalated and the next thing I see is him walking out the appartement. It’s been two days. No calls, no texts. » « I’m so sorry, Sarah. »

You spend the day trying comforting her and told her she could stay at your place (p.s. after the shooting you moved out of Sarah’s and got your own place), which she did.

To Seb : Hey, how are you? I haven’t heard from you in a while. Wanna catch up? :)

From Seb : Hi. Now’s not really the time.

To Seb : Please, I miss you buddy.

From Seb : … Fine. Tomorrow for Lunch at Y/F/R.

To Seb : Awesome. See you tomorrow. good night : )

From Seb : Night.

The next day, you headed towards your favorite restaurant for your lunch with Seb. When you stepped foot in the establishment, you immediately caught the Romanian at your spot and joined him. You greeted and sat down. He didn’t look better than Sarah - bag under his eyes, beard not trimmed and his massy hair that he tried to hide another a cap.

« So….how you’ve been. », you asked.

« Great. You? How’s things going with Chris? »

« Cut the bullshit Stan. What happened between you and Sarah? »

He sighed and closed his eyes. « Y/N, I don’t wanna talk about it. » « I know but I’m concerned. You’re both my best friends and I care for you. So if I can help, I will. Besides one day someone told me that I wasn’t alone, that I was part of the family and as a family you stick together no matter what. Seb, you’re part of my family and you’re not alone. » He chuckled « Using my words against me I see ». « Yep », you grinned. « She saw one of my female co-star’s texts on my phone and freaked out. She thinks I’m cheating on her. » You listened him carefully tell you his version of the story and tried to come up with a solution by recalling Sarah’s version.

« Did you? « WHAT? NO. How can you even think I would do something like that? » « I don’t, but she seems to think that there’s something. I’m neutral here. Just trying to help. » « Why would she think that? I’ve never gave her a reason to doubt me. » « Maybe, it’s not you that she doesn’t trust. », you continued. « What do you mean? » « Well, she saw an interview where your co-star reveals that her celebrity crush is you and maybe Sarah’s insecure that something happens between you two. You can’t blame her for being scared. » « I get that, but I love her and no one else. I would never cheat on her. » « Does she knows that? » He didn’t respond. « Tell me, where do you see yourself in a couple of years? » He thought about it for a few minutes « Living in New York. Sarah as my wife, expecting our first child. »

You smiled at him. He shook his head. « God, I’m so stupid », he mumbled. « You both have your rights and wrongs. Sometimes fights just happen. Love is not perfect and sometimes it’s what makes it so special. » « I need to talk to her. Y/N thank you so much » « It’s nothing. Family, remember. Now go get your girl back » He hugged you and left.

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