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darling-i-read-it · 4 years ago

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Karl Heisenberg x reader, Ethan Winters and the other Lords x platonic!reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: SPOILERS FOR RE8!!, insinuations to smut, talks about having children

Author’s Note: this is so wacky and i just now finished it. Its just for fun and an excuse to write domestic resident evil 8 characters. I had a blast doing it. Also it was loosely influenced by @/nerdymixedpan on tiktok who makes this kind of AU stuff! Highly recommend their tiktoks

Summary: An AU where Ethan didn’t kill any of the Lords and was convinced to stay, leave Mia (the crazy chick who tried to kill him and also worked for a sketchy company prior to that) and raise Rose with the Lords and the reader.

Genre: fluff

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

You were walking around Dimitrescu castle, as you often did. You hopped between places when you could. You always went to sleep at the Heisenberg factory but you did get along well with the other Lords and liked to pay them a visit when you could.

It was actually Cassandra who asked for your presence. You had heard of course that the village was being attacked but you didn’t mind too much about that at the moment. Cassandra wanted you over at the castle, to try and talk some sense into Ethan Winters.

You had heard of Ethan at that point, of course. Everyone had. The father of the infamous Rose. But you didn’t think you would get to meet him.

So you came over there and knocked on Alcinas bedroom door. She swung it open, gazing down at you. She was no longer surprised when she came over and usually was quite pleased to have someone to talk to. Rarely did she speak to people outside her daughters and Mother Miranda and she had a responsibility to those people. She didn’t have a responsibility to you.

“What brings you along here? We’re a bit busy. I assume you’ve heard Ethan WInters has escaped Heisenbergs grasp.” You let out a huff of air and nodded.

“Yes, he was not pleased when he came back home. Cassandra called, said I should try and talk to him.”

“Cassandra wants him murdered.”

“Maybe she has some sympathy because of the baby,” you suggested. You gestured to the large castle. “Any idea where I can find him?” She shook her head, exasperated.

“If I had any idea, don’t you think I would have gone to find him already?” You nodded stiffly.

“I will look for him myself then. If you find a short person not in robes, double check to make sure it’s not me before you claw them,” you told her. She gave you a small smirk before you turned around and started back down the stairs.

You had free reign of the castle and had learned its insides and outs at this point. On occasion the girls asked you to stay over and hang out for a little while longer so you had slept there as well.

You started to check a couple of the rooms, walking around haphazardly. It was when you came to a room on the main floor that you found the Duke. He sat there and raised his eyebrows at the sight of you.

“You aren’t Ethan Winters,” he said.

“Ah so you’ve seen him. Care to point me in the right direction?” Duke shrugged a bit.

“He’ll be here eventually if you care to wait.” You let out a sigh. You could go searching but it was a sure bet that he will return to this spot. You pulled up a chair from the table there.

“Alright then. You selling any good food?”

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Ethan came running into the room as you were enjoying a nice dish. You stood up quickly, putting your dish down on the table. He had his gun up but dropped it at the sight of you.

“Are you a villager? Do you need help getting out?” he asked, clearly out of breath. You scoffed and shook your head.

“No, no. I’m here to talk to you Ethan.” He was still clearly frazzled. You grabbed your dish and held it up to him. “Care for some food?” you asked, hopefully as a peacemaker. He looked between you and the food and saw that you at least looked human.

He put his gun in his holster and took the food from you.

“Alright. What do you want to talk to me about?” he asked, sitting down at the table. “Who are you anyway?”

“This is Karl Heisenberg's pet,” said the Duke. You scoffed.

“Shush up, you’re not helping.” You sat beside Ethan. “Ethan, I know where Rose is.”

“You know where Rose is?! Where is she?!”

“Shush, let me finish.” You cleared your throat. “This whole thing, all of it, is about Mother Miranda. She took the place of Mia to try and take Rose away. She believes Rose will be a good vessel. Ethan, Lady Dimitrescu, Karl, none of the Lords are your enemy. It’s just Mother Miranda.”

“Well it looks like everyone is trying to kill me.” You shook your head.

“If you helped them kill Mother Miranda, they will let you keep Rose. In fact, I have it on good authority that most of them would love to help take care of her.” Ethan stared at you for a minute and leaned back. He had some food on his chin. You handed him a napkin and he took it gratefully. “And Ethan...Mia told Mother Miranda that you...you’re not exactly human.”

His eyes went wide.

“I’m sorry?”

“You’re mold Ethan.” He was silent for a very long time. Everything raced through his head. Why would he want to stay here? Granted the castle was nice...and these people did know how to save Rose...it would protect him from anything else Chris had planned that he didn’t know about.

And apparently, Mia had been keeping this secret for God knows how long.

It all seemed like too much for him.

“Take a second to take that in. I don’t want to rush you but I have to talk to the daughters about it.”

“You swear they’ll help me with Rose?”

“No one wants her to die, Ethan. We want Mother Miranda gone.” He leaned back in his chair.

“Why should I trust you?”

“I’m human. I’m not mold, I’m not an experiment. Just human. If I could live a happy life here, why can’t you and Rose?”

That made sense. If anything made sense, that did. Ethan took a deep breath.

“Fine. What do you need me to do?”

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Some Time After The Death of Mother Miranda

“Have you seen Rose? She’s getting bigger everyday.” Karl was speaking when he walked into your room. You were sitting on the bed, flipping through a book. You looked up at him, a teasing smile on your face.

“What, now that you’ve killed Mother Miranda you’ve moved on to caring about the village baby?” you questioned, putting your hand in your palm. He gave you a look but you ignored him.

“You act as though you don’t want a baby every time you see her,” he commented. You scoffed.

“And it always ends up being pretty pleasurable for you doesn’t it?” You grabbed his hand and pushed him down on the bed so that he was sitting on the edge. You wrapped your arms around him from behind.

“You’re damn right.” He brought your hand up to kiss it. “Ethan’s going to Moreaus today, to swim around with Rose. He invited you,” Karl said. You raised an eyebrow.

“Did he invite me or do you want a nice night again?” He kissed your hand again and then kissed your wrist.

“You won’t know until you get there.”

“Fair point my love, fair point.” You kissed his cheek and got up. “I have lunch with Donna but I’ll try and catch up with Ethan afterwards. I may make it, I may not.” You slid off the bed. “Guess you’ll just have to wait to find out.”

He wanted to get up and drag you back but you were already walking out the door.

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Ethan was by the water, holding Rose in his lap. She was truly getting bigger every day. Moreau was standing beside them, dry now. Ethan’s hair was damp. They must have just gotten done swimming.

“Good of you to join us,” Ethan said as you walked over.

“Salvatore, Ethan…” You leaned over Ethan to look Rose in the eyes. “Little Rosey. How was swimming you guys? Sorry it took so long, I was with Donna and lunch went overtime.” You sat down beside them.

“Rose was perfect,” Moreau said. “She’s a quick learner!” You nodded, looking over at her. You brought your finger up to her and she latched onto it.

“I believe it,” you said. Ethan locked eyes with you.

“I wanted you to come because I heard that Chris was trying to get into the factory.” You raised an eyebrow. You wrapped your arms around your knees and leaned against them.

“He’s still trying to get in here? I thought once Miranda was killed he would leave us alone.” Ethan shook his head.

“Apparently he wants Rose because she’s an asset now,” he muttered but he was looking down at his daughter who was reaching up to his face. He sighed. “She’s getting hungry.”

“You should probably take her back to the castle then.” That was where Ethan usually slept with her. He figured it would be easiest to keep Rose safe with four vampires around at all time that adored her.

“Yes my sister will be wondering where you are,” Moreau said. You nodded in agreement.

“I’ll tell Karl about Chris although I don’t think he’ll get past the Lycans. Then he has to worry about the machines that Karl makes and those are a hassle too. Not the brightest, but a hassle,” you admitted, standing. “I’ll walk you back.” Ethan nodded. You turned to Moreau. “I’ll see you later as well. Try to catch up on the TV show we were watching, I don’t wanna miss anything.”

“I will, of course!” he exclaimed. You smiled and then turned back to walk with Ethan and Rose back up to the Castle. You got into the boat.

“Can you hold her while I steer?” Ethan asked. You nodded and took Rose from him, cradling her in your arms. She was looking around, ever the well behaved child. Ethan started the boat and then you were off.

There was a few minutes of silence as he started to catch his bearings and you played with Rose. You and Ethan had grown close over the weeks he had lived there. He rarely knew peace and didn’t trust it that much but you always assured him that it would be alright.

“I was thinking of maybe starting to rebuild the village,” you said, looking up at him. He raised an eyebrow.

“By yourself?” You scoffed.

“No, obviously not. I’d get the help of everyone. Donna and Angie already wanna pitch in and I figure I could guilt trip Karl into helping, with his whole telepathy thing. I think it could be a fun project. Plus if you accidentally lose a hand you can put it right back on.”

He nudged you, laughing.

“I don’t think it’s a bad plan but who will live there?”

“Us maybe. Separate housing of course but it could be a home away from the Lords. And any villagers left stragglers around.”

“I don’t think there are any left,” he told you.

“Well have you checked?” He was silent. “Exactly. Rose may want a place for herself one day, who knows.” You looked back down at her. She was reaching up to play with your ear.

“She’ll need friends her own age one day,” he said, solemnly.

“We’ll see to that when it comes.” He looked back at you.

“Have you and Heisenberg ever talked about kids?” he teased. You laughed.

“We have our hands full with Rose and the thousands of metal children he makes on the daily,” you admitted. You glanced down at Rose again. “But maybe one day. He seems to be hinting at it and I don’t know...maybe it’s not such a bad idea.”

Ethan glanced back at you and then quickly looked away. You looked happy, curious, wondering.

“If it’s any help...I’m glad I had her. Even if she got me into this whole mess,” he said laughing a bit. You smiled up at him as he pulled into the dock.

“You want a little Heisenberg running around?” Ethan scoffed.

“I wouldn’t mind a little you. Rose could have a friend.” He got out of the boat and you handed him Rose. You got out as well.

“We’ll see. Karl may be banking on it.” You both started to walk back into town. At the castle entrance you had to part.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, if your legs still work.” You gasped, shoving him.

“You have a mouth on you Ethan Winters for living in a house with four other grown women,” you said. He laughed and went into the gate without saying anything else.

The walk back to the factory was a pleasant one. The sun was setting and the breeze was nice. Not too hot, not too cold.

You made it back to Karl in record timing. He wasn’t in the room so you went looking for him. He was in one of the work rooms, leaning over one of his new inventions. You walked up behind him and leaned over the head of the machinery.

“Hey there kitten! Back up, it might come alive at any second,” he muttered, moving you back. You nodded, stepping away from the table. He turned off his recording and turned around to look at you.

“Well how was swimming with Moreau?”

“And Rose and Ethan. I caught the tail end. She had fun though. You’re right, she is growing everyday.”

“I take it by you referencing our earlier conversation you remember how it ended.”

“I’m not doing it if this machine will come alive half way through and kill us.” Karl scoffed and took your hand.

“Up to the bedroom it is kitten!” You scoffed but let him drag you along, giggling the whole way up.

#karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg imagines #resident evil 8 imagines #resident evil village imagines #donna beneviento #salvatore moreau #alcina dimitrescu #ethan winters

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dosthoeyevsky · 3 years ago

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11th Street Kids DnD Headcanons

Hello it’s hbo peacemaker brainrot hours, have some headcanons

It’s Adrian who first brings up the idea of group DnD nights because god help him if he doesn’t try and drag as many of his friends as possible into one of his favourite hobbies like a friendly autistic black hole

Economos and Adebayo are the easiest to convince, John’s played before on and off and had an okay experience, Leota’s never played but she’s seen people talk about things like the adventure zone and dimension 20 and she thinks it looks fun and in her wheelhouse

Chris is next to join in, he likes to play the part of the meathead jock who has no time for dweeb pastimes but we all know he’d actually love and get super into the rp power fantasy of it all

Chris probably even overheard a few of Adrian’s DND games while hanging out with Gut Chase way back when and while they absolutely bullied the shit out of Adrian and his friends for it, Chris does begrudgingly admit that it actually kinda looked fun and interesting

Harcourt is tougher to crack because she doesn’t know anything about dnd outside the nerd stereotypes of sweaty nerds in a basement in full cosplay spouting incomprehensible high fantasy bullshit and initially turns the group down outright

it takes a lot of convincing from Leota that it’s actually a super fun creative outlet, a promise (read: bribe) of free alcohol at the session and at least 2 sets of puppy eyes (you guess whose) before she eventually caves

Murn’s alive in this scenario because I said so. He declines (at first) but we’ll get back to him.

Everyone kind of initially dreads that Adrian’s going to run a homebrew that veers slightly too hard into autobiographical fanfic to be comfortable but he actually runs something cool, beginner friendly, and with some really interesting story seeds that could turn into an engaging multi-year campaign.

Leota makes a gnome ranger with a cowboy gimmick and corgi companion that she rides into battle like an adorable fluffy steed

Chris rolls an obvious self-insert aarakokra paladin that looks like a bald eagle and has huge eagle muscles and gets all the eagle ladies

Everyone guesses that Harcourt’s going to play a rogue (except for chris, who desperately hopes she plays a hot tiefling bard for his character to romance)

However, Harcourt surprises everyone by preparing her character ahead of time. She decides to play an aasimar paladin that’s a thinly-veiled parody-slash-one-up of chris’s character, because she saw “creative outlet” and read “lighthearted petty revenge against chris for being an ass with absolutely no affectionate intent behind it at all.”

John is hoping that this means he’s finally going to get to play the cool edgy rogue of his dreams instead of getting shoehorned into playing a cleric again but upon seeing that the party consists of two paladins and a ranger he sighs and goes “fuck it, cleric it is.”

Session Zero is an absolute duuuuumpster fire. Playing DnD can really expose a lot about what a player is like as a person and as it turns out, Harcourt is EXTREMELY competitive and it kind of throws off the entire vibe of the table. She and Chris are insufferable. Rules are flat out ignored. John is tired. Adrian is trying to get a word in edgewise and that just makes everyone even angrier. Leota came out to have a good time and now her coworkers are fighting.

John eventually breaks, snaps at everyone that dnd is about collaborative storytelling, tells adrian to actually step up and try and make the game fun for everyone instead of just enabling his best friend’s bullshit, tells chris and emilia to knock it off, and goes home early to gripe about the experience on r/rpghorrorstories. He regrets the outburst, but more than anything he’s disappointed that he didn’t get to have fun with his friends.

Adrian finds the post that evening, reflects on it, and, surprisingly, it strikes a chord. The goal of having fun did get away from him there and he has a one-on-one with Economos to try and smooth things over.

Chris, Emilia and Leota agree to give it a second chance too, and they realise that not only is the party unbalanced, but so is the group dynamic at the table.

So this time, they try and get Murn to join in.

It takes even longer to convince Murn than it did to convince Harcourt.

The group had to resort to a fully referenced powerpoint presentation.

It was awesome.

Murn agrees to it on the basis that it makes a good leadership and teamwork exercise.

So session zero take 2 happens.

Harcourt rerolls her character, and makes a half-orc fighter. She’s still ruthlessly competitive in battle, but shifts her focus towards having fun with the group.

Murn gets to be the cleric. He had no ideas for his character so he just picked his character archetype and backstory verbatim from the player handbook. bless murn, he’s boring but we love him

Economos retools his edgy rogue concept to be a college of whispers bard instead, finally finding a happy medium between picking a class based on the party’s needs and playing a fun character.

Much, much later, either John or Adebayo step up to DM to give Adrian a break, and they very quickly realise why Adrian doesn’t play. He’s an absolute nightmare at the table who is somehow both a ruthlessly pedantic rules lawyer and a murder hobo who has a lifelong ban on playing casting classes from basically every other tabletop group in evergreen for trying to break the game as much as possible without actually cheating. He’s tried to make the peasant railgun happen. Ditto the bag of holding black hole glitch, chicken nugget surprise, and a whole slew more gamebreaking tactics that nobody would have thought possible. The monk character he creates is hilarious though, and he becomes a recurring minor NPC in the regular campaign.

On the day they push all the desks together to make a large DnD table, and the stationery cabinet is raided for notepads and pens.

Adrian brings all this really nice DnD stuff with him, he has this armful of books, a colour coded binder of DM notes, immaculately hand-painted minis at the ready, he brings the nice maps, he even brings a fancy bluetooth speaker to play cool ambient music for the session. And he had all that shit just sitting in his car. Y’know. For emergencies.

He also went way overboard and bought everybody a new set of dice each in colours he thinks they’ll like. He would’ve bought everyone custom minis, dice bags and notebooks on top of that too but he’s already overdrawn on his bank account so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Everyone else is on snack duty. Economos brings chips and salsa, Adebayo brings homemade cupcakes that she made with her wife, Harcourt was going to bring nothing but eventually caved and brought jello shots, and Chris and Murn both turned up with carrot sticks and hummus because there needs to be a healthy option and when they realise they brought the same thing they just glare at each other like rival PTA moms at a bake sale

Even though Murn doesn’t eat he still went that extra step of making the hummus himself at home with nice olive oil and a paprika garnish instead of buying it from the store like chris did, but chris did bring beer with him so that basically makes it a draw.

#peacemaker #hbo peacemaker #peacemaker 2022 #headcanon jamming #dnd #dungeons and dragons #long post #posts that i gone and done #enjoy fuckos <3 #background chris x harcourt #look dude it could be a good ship if they writers don't fall into the cookie cutter cishet romance trap #JAMES GUNN PLEASE LET ME WRITE FOR YOUR SHOW

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smutsonian · 4 years ago

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ma'am may we have some dark king steve or chris smuts thank ya ma'am

your king

king!steve rogers x reader

warnings: dark!steve rogers, noncon, loss of virginity, violence, multiple deaths, this lowkey scared me, i feel sorry for your cold back :( ,i never do proofreading, my brain farted this fic out soz bout that

word count: 2.2k

an: wat da feuk this is not a fucking drabble also, i tried to use ‘medieval’ words and you could probably tell by reading the first paragraph but that didn’t work out so the ending went wack ratatata also, omg this my first medieval au so go easy on me

masterlist

The snow that used to be a picturesque scenery was now everything but not. The usual sight of white snow blanketing every house in the little town that your family reigned and your people prancing around the crystalline surface of the snow was reshaped into something sinister. The once affable little town turned into an appalling mess of a borough. The white snow was now covered in the crimson liquid that once belonged to the people you considered as friends. The crystalline ice that was once filled with joyous laughter from the younglings was now filled with choking sounds from the bodies that are desperately trying to latch onto dear life as their slit throats paint the clear surface with the color of maroon.

The man who orchestrated the massacre of your family and the people of your town called himself many titles. His face was filled with pride when he introduced himself in front of your family. He called himself King Steve, the King of all kings, Maker of Change, Conqueror of Lands, and the Holder of the Shield. It was a lot of titles and everyone from your town was confused until the proud look on the intruder’s face turned into a sickening grin. Everyone soon discovered what it meant when his men started the attack. Your town is known for being a peaceful area and having peaceful townsfolks, no one the heart or the mastery of wielding a sword so it was only a matter of time before everyone you knew went down. The man who’s called King Steve made your royal family watch as his men slaughtered your people. After your town was filled with nothing but blood and carcasses, King Steve told your father of his plans.

He told your father that he will no longer be the king and your mother will no longer be the queen, however, you were to be his queen. When he then turned to you with a foul smile before making long strides over to you, your father forced himself up from his kneeling position to step in front of you with a protective stance. “You’re not going to touch her.” You never heard your father speak with so much hatred and venom in his voice. King Steve laughed dryly before he raised an eyebrow to your father. “What are you going to do, stop me?”

Your father’s face was filled with determination when he nodded at the man. “Are you certain that you’ll fight me? You can give me your greatest warrior and I can fight him instead.” He then looks around in an exaggerated manner before looking back at your father with a smirk. “Oh, right... All of your people are dead.” He continued on taunting your father until your father’s voice boomed. “I will fight you and in return, you’ll leave my family alone.” Your father never looked mightier than at that moment. The man gave a small laugh before nodding and getting into a fighting stance.

Your mother was looking at your father with fearful eyes, quietly praying for the gods to look after him while you were watching everything unfold in front of you. Your father turned to look at you and your mother before giving both of you a reassuring smile. Everything happened so fast because the moment your father turned back around; the man’s huge hands made its way to your father’s head before snapping it to the side with a loud crack. Your father fell limp on the floor and your mother let out a shrill scream. The man clapped his hands before smiling at your mother. “You should never turn your back on the enemy. A simple rule when it comes to combat.” He shrugged before kicking your father’s body before turning to walk towards you once more.

Your eyes widened in shock when your mother let out a scream as she stood up, running towards the man with a small dagger clasped in her hand. Before she could stab the man’s back, he turned around and held her armed hand and prying it away from her. He held her body against his chest as he looked at you. Your mother looked at you as well, tears continuously falling down her face. ‘I’m sorry’ she mouths before the man plunged the dagger down her chest all the while watching for your reaction. You couldn’t do anything but to watch as the life left your mother’s face and your father lying dead on the floor.

“She’s got more fight in her than your father did, I must admit.” The man wiped the blood on the dagger with your mother’s dress before pocketing it. “Why are you doing this?” It was your first time speaking and it was the first time he heard you speak, thus the smile appeared on his face. “So, the princess does speak. I was worried I’ll have a mute queen by my side.” He walks over to your father, bending down to take the huge robe covered with fur from your father’s body and putting it on. He looked back at you before grinning. “Do I look like a proper king now?”

“You’ll never be a king” You gritted your teeth before spitting on the space in front of his feet. He made a quick move towards you before gripping your face and glaring at you as his nose flared in anger. “I just killed your so-called king. I have killed lots of kings who weren’t strong enough to protect their people. Your father was the easiest to kill. This town was the easiest to conquer, thanks to your father. Your father was no king.” His grip on your face got tighter and your cheeks were starting to hurt. “And you think you’re better than him?” You glared at him. He laughs before letting go of your face. “Oh, princess. I’m better than everyone. I’m the fucking best and you’ll learn that in time.” He steps away from you before whistling out until a number of his men came entering the room. “Take her out of her garments and move her outside.” And with that, he disappeared out the door before his men started manhandling you out of your clothes until you were completely bare and filled humiliation as they carried you out and threw you on the cold surface of the snow.

“Am I in heaven? You look better that way, princess.” The familiar voice made you cover your body with your hands as you looked up at the man who took everything away from you. He was covered with your father’s robe as he stood tall in front of your body. He squatted down until you were face to face. You shivered though you didn’t know if it was because of the closeness of his face or the coldness that was surrounding your bare body. “Is my princess cold?” He tilted his head and cooed at you before opening his arms along with the robe, revealing his naked body under it. Your eyes snapped down at the sight and he only chuckled in response before sighing. “If you don’t want to catch a cold, I suggest you come into your king’s arms.” He smiled at you before frowning when you crawled away from him, ignoring the sting of the cold ground under your body.

In an instant, his body is on top of yours. You flayed under him until he had your hands on either side of your face while his body is in between your legs, cock brushing the inside of your thighs. “You would prefer to die instead of being my queen, is that it?” He leaned down to nip on your right ear before whispering. “Too bad. I’ll make it my mission to protect you and keep you alive. I’ll make you my queen whether you like it or not.” He moves his head down your neck and began sucking on your skin. You wiggled under his hold until you felt his cock rub against your folds earning a moan from him that made you immediately stop your movements.

He grunted before pulling away from your neck. “Don’t stop now, you little tease.” He leaned down, breathing close to your face. He moves his hand down your body, groping your breasts and pinching the tit when you tried to wiggle away. Your back arched at the unfamiliar feeling and he chuckled as he watched your reaction. You watch him as he sucked on his fingers, eyes squinting in question at his actions. “Got to make this little cunt slippery for my big cock.” Your eyes widened as his fingers started playing with your folds until you felt it rubbing your opening. “Don’t do this. You’ve already done enou—” You cut yourself off with a gasp as one of his fingers intruded into your slit. You could feel his finger moving around inside of you as he continued pushing it inside of you. “What are you, a virgin?” He chuckled before biting his bottom lip as he watched your eyes close in discomfort. “Ahh… I should’ve known. Don’t worry, my queen. I’ll make sure you’re wet enough for me.” He added another finger and you grunted at the disagreeable feeling. “Shh.” He cooed before your body jolted when you felt his thumb rubbing against your clit. “You like that?” He laughs at you when you shook your head. “Stubborn little one, aren’t you? No worries…” His rubs got faster and you started to feel light-headed as something started building up inside you, begging to come out only to be stopped when he completely pulled his hands away from your cunt.

“W-what?” You asked dumbly. “You almost came on my fingers, princess. We can’t have that now, can we? You can only cum on your king’s cock.” He palms his cock before taking a hold of it and guiding it towards your now wet cunt. He rubbed it against your shimmering folds until your hands moved towards his abdomen, eyes pleading him to stop. “Please, don’t do this. I’m begging you…” Desperate for him to stop his actions, your eyes started to tear up and you saw him clenching his jaw before moving away from your body.

You breathed out a sigh of relief only to yelp in surprise as your body got turned around, your chest pressed against the white snow and hands restrained onto the small of your back as his body was back on top of yours. He presses a kiss on your cheek before shushing you when you cried at the feeling of his cock rubbing on your slit. “Shh… It’ll be quick.” He presses a kiss on your head before a hand covered your mouth. You let out a piercing scream when you felt his huge member penetrating inside your cunt at an unforgiving speed. He stopped halfway, telling you to breathe and wiping tears from your face. “P-please… I-I can’t! I can’t!” You wiggled under his body, stopping when he pushed his cock deeper and bottoming out, earning breathless cries from you. “Fucking tight and warm for me.” He grunted above you, ignoring your cries as he pulled halfway before slamming back in.

He continued penetrating his cock into your cunt until your cries got quieter. He pulled out before flipping you back onto your back, his hand wiping the snow from your chest before slithering his cock back into your cunt slowly. He wiped the tears from your face before thrusting into you slowly. You started getting used to his size but your once virgin cunt was sore from the harsh treatment it got. Your clit was still sensitive from his earlier actions so when he rubbed it once more, your legs shook against his sides and he felt it. He started rubbing your clit faster as his thrusts got faster. You accidentally let out a whine and you saw his eyes lit up and his movements got even faster and his face got filled with determination.

The feeling of something building up inside you returned and you hear him groan above you. “That’s it. Cum for me. Cum for your king.” He grunted as his movements got sloppier. His thrusts got shorter and that’s when you felt it. Your back arched as your legs spasmed in delight around his torso. He leaned down to press a kiss on your lips before pushing his full length inside of you. You whimpered when you felt him twitch inside of you as spurts of warm liquids filled your walls. You were tense against his body but his kiss against yours distracted you from the feeling.

He stayed inside of you until your body started shivering against him. He finally realized how your back is still against the cold snow and he quickly pulled you up to press you against his chest, covering the both of you with your father’s robe. You looked back at the space you were just in and found droplets of blood, reminding you of how he took your chastity away from you. He softly pressed your head against his chest, forcing you to look away from your blood. “It’s over.” He whispers before rubbing your back as you cried against his chest. “You’ll learn to love me.” He kisses the top of your head before carrying you back inside, promising to give you a hot bath.

>>>next part>>>

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toosicktoocare · 4 years ago

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prompt: i would literally commit a crime for a buddie sick fic in these trying times,,, i don’t even care what the specifics are just,, hngg buddie sickfic ❤️👄❤️ (big mood, anon)

(I got another anon that asked for Buck taking care of sick Eddie as well. I just lost the dang ask before I could post the fic.)

Ever since Maddie’s kidnapping, Buck cannot, for the life of him, sleep well. His subconscious is gripped in a muted fear, keeping him trapped in interrupted, light slumbers. Maddie and everyone at the 118 pester him regularly about it, giving him various options to help with sleep, but he’s afraid of the foggy mind that comes with over-the-counter medication, so he convinces himself he can run on low fumes, boosting with caffeine as needed because a tired mind is still a clear mind, albeit a little slower.

When his phone rings at 2:07 a.m., Buck jerks awake, mind previously edging the line of a dream, and he fumbles blindly for his phone, squinting at the light to see “Eddie Diaz” flashing across his screen.

His stomach bottoms out, and he presses answer and swings his legs over the bed, feeling cold with fear. “Eddie? What’s wrong?” He can hear crying on the other end, and he balances the phone between his ear and shoulder as he kicks around in the dark for his abandons shorts. “Eddie!”

“Hey, sorry. One sec.”

Eddie sounds panicked, Buck thinks, taking the steps down to the first floor two at a time. He can hear Eddie trying to reassure Christopher that everything’s going to be okay in the background, and he pauses, briefly gripped in a paralyzing fear, briefly brought back to the tsunami, to losing Christopher.

“Look, I’m sorry for calling so late. Chris has been sick since the end of my shift, and I just can’t get his fever down. With his CP... I’m taking him to the ER.”

Buck’s half out the door, shoes barely on his feet, when he realizes he’s still shirtless. He snags an LAFD zip-up off the back of a chair and stumbles back to the door, arms sliding into the jacket. “What hospital?”

“I... I didn’t even ask. You’ll come?”

“Of course I’ll come,” Buck spits out, already out the door and taking the steps out of his apartment building two at a time. “What hospital?” He repeats as he runs out of the building and all but rips his jeep door open. He nods absently when Eddie rattles off the details, mentally mapping out the quickest route.

“I’ll be there in ten.”

“Be careful.”

Buck rolls his eyes because of course Eddie is going to still worry for his well-being, and he ends the call and peels out of his parking spot.

***

“Hi,” Buck starts, breathless, heart trying to catch up to the rest of him, “my name is Evan Buckley, and I’m looking for a young kid. Christopher-”

“Buck.”

Buck whips around from the receptionist desk to see Eddie slipping out a set of large double doors, and for a moment, he doesn’t move, he only assesses. Eddie’s pale, which, Buck thinks, is to be expected if he’s been up in a near-constant state of worry after a 16-hour shift. His cheeks are red, and Buck’s quick to peg it on exertion, on Eddie racing into the hospital with Christopher, his own heart also working to match the rest of him. And, he’s shaking, and Buck knows cold nerves all too well, still feeling chilled himself.

His eyes fall to Eddie’s, and then he crosses the room to him quickly and gathers him in his arms tightly. Eddie slumps against his chest, and Buck tightens his arms around him.

“How’s Chris?”

Eddie lingers for a moment, clinging to Buck, before he pulls away with a low sigh. “He’s okay. Just a persistent virus.”

Buck nods, a frown playing at his lips. Without Eddie’s body flush against him, he feels colder than normal, and on instinct, he smooths the back of his hand to Eddie’s forehead, lingering there before moving to cup Eddie’s neck.

“You sure he’s the only one with a virus? You’re really warm.”

“I...” Eddie sighs, rubbing at the back of his neck. “I’ve been feeling a little off, but Chris...”

“Right, where is he?”

Eddie leads Buck to Christopher’s room, and as soon as he steps in, Christopher’s face lights up in such a way that Buck’s steps falter.

“Buck!”

Though sounding a little weak, the contagious energy is still centerfold, and Buck leans toward it, finding his footing and matching Christopher’s smile with his own.

“Hey, buddy! Heard you aren’t feeling so hot.” Buck eases himself onto the edge of the hospital bed, staring at Christopher’s vitals for an extended moment before turning toward him, assessing the same way he assessed Eddie.

“Yeah, I feel bad.”

A sympathetic frown pulling at his lips, Buck spares a glance to see Eddie flopping down onto a chair pulled to Christopher’s bedside. “I bet you do, but you’re going to feel better in no time. You’ve got the Diaz genes.”

“And daddy will feel better too?”

Buck finds Eddie’s eyes, and he opens his mouth to speak, stopping when Eddie shoots him a very clear look that all but screams “don’t.”

“I’m sure your dad will feel a lot better when you’re better.”

“That’s good,” Christopher mumbles, and Buck nods, patting Christopher’s leg.

***

Buck’s carefully quiet as Eddie putters around his house, watching as Eddie measures out Christopher’s medicine, as he hovers over Christopher until he falls asleep, and he only intervenes when he’s sure Eddie can breathe deeply without the fear that Christopher is going to take a turn for the worse.

“He’s finally asleep,” Eddie mutters, coughing into his fist. “All dosed up, fever’s finally down. I’ll contact his school in a few hours before my shift; see if Carla can take him for a the full day.”

“You aren’t going in.”

Eddie stops around a yawn. “What?”

“I texted Bobby. He’s pulling coverage for the next few days so you can rest.” Buck can pinpoint every emotion that flicks across Eddie’s face: confusion, frustration, exhaustion. He’s seen them all, sometimes daily.

“Buck-”

“Eddie, you have a fever. You’re exhausted, and you are only going to get worse if you go on three hours of sleep.”

“Since when did you become the responsible one?” Eddie sighs lowly, and Buck laughs, rubbing at the back of his neck.

“It’s my week to be responsible. You had it last week.”

Eddie hums around a small smile and rubs at the ache on his forehead. “I really appreciate you coming, Buck. I don’t think... I just... It was really nice to have you there.”

Buck gets to his feet, and, for the second time that night, crosses the room and pulls Eddie right to his chest, hoping that he can ease some of the worrying pressure, even if just for a moment.

Eddie snuggles into him, frowning as he thumbs Buck’s bare chest, exposed where his zipper’s slipped down a little.

“Where’s your shirt?”

“Ah, I kinda forgot one when I rushed out.” Buck smiles sheepishly when Eddie pulls back, and he cups a hand to Eddie’s cheek, too warm for his liking.

“Okay, Diaz, it’s your turn.”

“My turn for what?”

Buck snags Eddie’s hand and guides him to the bedroom, ignoring Eddie’s questions the whole way. He makes easy work of tugging Eddie’s jacket and jeans off, and he urges him into the bed in nothing but a short sleeve under shirt and boxers.

“Buck-”

Buck disappears into the bathroom, still promptly ignoring Eddie, and he comes back with a glass of water, a bottle of ibuprofen, and a thermometer.

“Buck, I’m fine.”

“Mmhmm, sure. Open.” Buck waves the thermometer in front of Eddie’s face until Eddie sighs and opens his mouth wide enough for Buck to slip the thermometer under his tongue. While waiting, he presses two fingers to Eddie’s neck, counting the flutter of heartbeats beneath his finger prints until the thermometer beeps.

“101.7,” Buck reads aloud, frowning. “Heartbeat’s a little fast. Any other symptoms?”

Eddie gives him a knowing look, but Buck doesn’t back down, matching Eddie’s narrow gaze until Eddie caves.

“My head and throat hurt. I’m freezing, and I’m tired.”

Nodding, Buck tugs at the blankets until they are covering Eddie up to his chest. He shakes a couple of pills into his hand, offering them to Eddie with the water.

“Seems like you definitely got Christopher’s virus.”

“Perks of parenting,” Eddie mutters around a wince, the pills grating against his throat. He hands off the cup, sighing contentedly when Buck smooths a cool palm to his forehead.

“You should save yourself. This thing apparently moves fast.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Eddie grabs Buck’s wrist and pulls his hand away, a tight frown on his lips.

“Buck, you have a shift in a few hours. You need-”

“Bobby took me off the schedule, too. At least for today. I’ve been instructed to call him later to update him on how you and Christopher are.”

“And you agreed?”

“Someone has to make sure you and Chris are okay,” Buck says as if it’s the most obvious thing and the world and equally the easiest decision he’s ever made, and Eddie shakes his head.

“No, Buck, you really don’t have to... What are you doing?”

Buck’s just kicked his shorts off across the room, and he’s setting an alarm on his phone as he crawls into the empty side of the bed.

“Okay, I’ve got an alarm set for 6 to check Christopher’s temperature, and I’ll wake you at 7 to check you over.”

“Buck-”

Ignoring Eddie, Buck drops his phone on the night stand and cuts out the light, snuggling into the bed with a low sigh.

“Evan.”

“Shh,” Buck shushes, patting blindly until his palm cups over Eddie’s mouth. “I’m sleeping.”

“You’ll get sick.” Eddie mumbles, slapping Buck’s hand away.

“Okay? I don’t know if you remember, but I got a clean bill of health from the hospital, so bring it.”

“You’re so dumb,” Eddie sighs, and Buck laughs, blindly reaching around to pat Eddie’s too-warm cheek.

“Sleep, loser.”

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221bshrlocked · 4 years ago

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Starstruck (3)

Pairing: Chris Beck x Reader

Words: 5051

Warnings: Masturbation. Caught in the act kinda thing. Oral (female receiving). Penetrative, unprotected sex (wrap the shlong before you king kong). More science-y, kinda romantic talk. Fluffy Beck.

Summary: It’s the holidays and everyone’s gone for Christmas but you’re still stuck in school because you need to retake your final since the professor was nice enough and didn’t want to fail you. It just so happened that there is a sciences expert living in the same house as you, one that you’ve never spoken to before. Things get interesting when he offers to help you out, but what’s in it for him?

Prompt: “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

A/N: We’re going to pretend that part 2 wasn’t posted two years ago. God I’m so happy I finally finished this. Chris Beck will always hold a special place in my heart. I hope you liked my rendition of one soft college space nerd. You can catch up with the two other parts here and here. Please let me know how I’m doing in the comments. This isn’t beta’d btw.

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Had it not been for the exam you were terrified of, you would have probably allowed yourself to enjoy every minute you spent with Chris a little bit more. True to his word, Chris was available to answer any and all of your questions, no matter the time of day. He even convinced you to go out with him a couple of more times when he saw how stressful your days were. Between memorizing formulas and solving chemistry problems, you were sure this was the worst week of your life.

But then you remembered how much Chris made you laugh and you realized that had it not been for this exam, you wouldn’t have been able to spend time with him. And you hated how absolutely adorable he was, just the right amount of dorky and sexy. When the day of the exam arrived, Chris walked with you to the professor’s office, telling you he was sure you were going to pass it and that you just needed to trust yourself. He was about to walk away when the door of the office opened and out came your professor, Dr. Daniels.

“Hey Chris, I haven’t seen you since your undergrad years. How long has it been?” Chris shook his hand and you could only stand there awkwardly as they struck up a conversation.

“I think two years maybe, I’ve been meaning to email you actually. But we can talk about that later.” Chris smiled before turning to you and wishing you good luck.

“Oh you know Y/N?” Dr. Daniels pointed to you and you nodded at the question.

“Uh yeah we live in the same house.” You wondered why Chris didn’t tell him he was helping you out but you didn’t think too much of it.

“I tell you, if you’d asked him for help, then this would have been the easiest two hours of your life.” Dr Daniels said to you, laughing and watching as you looked at Chris for a moment before turning back and responding to him.

“Actually, Chris here has been helping me out for the past week. I’m really lucky I found him.” You refused to look at Chris after your little comment, afraid you’d said too much in front of him.

“Oh well in that case, you’ve got nothing to worry about. Come on in, the quicker you start, the quicker you can finish and enjoy your break with Chris...and I’ll see you later.” Dr. Daniels motioned for you to step inside his office before walking behind you and nodding at Chris.

“Yeah, it was nice catching up with you.” Chris waved at him, his eyes never leaving you as you set up your calculator and pencils on the desk. You looked back just in time to see him smiling at you before shoving his hands in his pockets and walking away. You took a deep breath before looking down at the exam packet, writing your name on the blue book and flipping the first page to begin your nightmare of an afternoon.

Two hours later, you put everything in your bag and stood up, reluctantly walking to Dr. Daniels desk before turning it in.

“So, how are we feeling this time around?”

“Honestly, I’m not sure. But I think it’s better than last week. Once again, thank you so much for giving me the chance to do better. I can’t begin to tell you how much of a difference this makes.”

“Please, it’s nothing. I don’t understand why, to this day, they allow students who aren’t going in the field to take this level of Organic Chemistry. It makes no sense to me so anything to help you out and get back at the school.” He chuckled, flipping through the pages of handwriting before placing the blue book on top of his pile of exams. “I’ll email you your grade by the end of the night just so you don’t have to worry about it during your break. And good luck with everything else, it was a pleasure having you in class.”

“Thank you so much Dr. Daniels. Enjoy your break and Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas.”

You exited his office, quietly shutting the door behind you before turning around, only to bump into someone. “Oh sorry I didn’t s- Chris! W-what’re you doing here?” You stared at him like he grew a second head, not sure why he was standing right outside the office.

“I got us hot chocolate to celebrate you acing that final!” He handed you your cup and walked ahead of you. You stared at the cup in your hands then back at him, amazed that he was somehow still single.

“Oh wow thank you, you didn’t have to.” You took a long sip of the drink, wanting to hide behind your up for a little.

“Of course I did. So umm, do you have any plans tonight?” Chris cleared his throat before looking at his shoes.

“Not really no. Dr. Daniels said he’d get my grade by the end of the night so I was just going to spend the rest of my day on my bed, trying not to cry because I probably didn’t do well. No offense to your impeccable tutoring skills.” Humor was your defense mechanism but Chris didn’t think what you said was funny, stopping abruptly before turning and facing you.

“Listen, you understood everything I explained and you did good in there. Give yourself some credit. And since you’re doing nothing, then I think we should go have dinner and watch a movie.” He rambled through that last bit and you blinked confusingly at him before nodding in agreement. Chris continued to walk, opening the door of the building for you and waiting until you exited before following behind you.

“I- sorry, I meant to ask you to dinner, n-not force you into it. If you don’t want to go that’s fine I just-”

“I was hoping you’d ask.” You cut him off, reaching for his hand and intertwining your fingers. It took Chris three seconds to look down and smile at you before tripping over his words again. You sighed in relief and patted yourself on the back for the moment of bravery.

“Great t-that’s great. You’re really great.” You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your mouth, and it only worsened when you noticed him blush.

“I’m sorry I promise I’m not laughing at you...I just think it’s adorable that you’re a genius who managed to say ‘great’ three times in a row. No other adjectives in your dictionary right now?” Chris’ embarrassment was more evident now and you hated that you couldn’t stop teasing him. He looked so cute trying to hide from you and you wanted to see him blush again.

“Well, I would be capable of using other adjectives to describe how happy I am right now had it not been for a certain pretty girl who actually agreed to go out with me…” Whatever you thought he would say, that was the last thing that came to mind and you pretended you weren’t jumping up and down in your mind because did he really just call you pretty?

“What’s the matter Y/N? Cat got your tongue?” There was a hint of flirtation in his tone and you rolled your eyes at him, knowing fully well that he could see your reaction to his words. You walked in silence the rest of the way, occasionally catching each other staring before giggling and clasping your hands a little tighter. When you did reach the house, Chris was first to walk in, telling you that he had no patience for the rest of your house mates. No one was in so the two of you sat in the living room and played cards.

Neither of you watched the time and you only noticed how many hours went by when you heard the familiar bell of the church on campus strike six times. You were hysterically laughing at Chris telling you about how he had to scrub down his friend during a Chemistry lab one time because he tripped and spilled some random chemical on his hands. It wasn’t acidic thankfully but they still had to follow protocol and Chris made sure his friend would never let it down.

“Oh god is that the time already? Listen, we should go get dressed to make it in time for the last showing of the night.” Chris collected all the cards and stood up, pulling you along with him and guiding you upstairs.

“I’ll be ready in fifteen.” You reached your room and ran inside, afraid you’d do or say something stupid about how much you enjoyed the day. Shutting the door, you frantically ran around your room, trying to decide on something cute to wear. You finally paired a long-sleeve shirt with a skirt only to see Chris’ NASA sweatshirt lying on your couch. Picking it up, you took a deep breath and walked to his room to give it to him. When you saw the door was open, you knocked softly and walked in, looking around to see where he was.

Maybe he went downstairs to grab something...

Leaving the sweatshirt on his chair, you turned around to leave only to find an almost naked and incredibly wet Chris standing in front of you and drying his hair. You tried so hard to not let your eyes go below his neck but you couldn’t, watching as a few droplets of water rolled down his chest, almost as if they were inviting you to go and lick them off.

When you did finally meet his eyes, you saw a faint blush take over his cheeks and neck.

“Did you need anything?” His hands dropped from his head and he looked around to see if you might have left something in his room by accident.

“I uhh, there was this thing- I mean I found your ummm….s-sweatshirt…I had your sweatshirt and I just wanted to return it.” You looked everywhere else but him, silently waiting for him to kick you out of his room or call you out for going inside without his permission.

“Thanks,” Chris could tell how much you were affected by him and he wasn’t a vain person, not really, but he felt so proud of the hours he spent in the gym because to have you looking at him like that was a dream come true. He could tell how embarrassed you were and decided to end the awkward moment, moving aside and continuing to dry his hair.

“I’ll see you in a bit.” You whispered before, quite literally, sprinting out of the room and into yours. The door was slammed shut behind you by accident and you hated how shamelessly obvious you were in front of him. Waiting for a few seconds, you moved around the room to try and even out your breath. You felt a sudden chill go down your body and you didn’t realize what you were doing until you were laying down on your bed and pulling the skirt down your legs. Shutting your eyes, it took seconds to conjure up the image of Chris in nothing but a towel, his hair wet and dripping down his impressive chest. You bit your lower lip and moved your panties to the side, sucking on your fingers before reaching down to your slit.

You slowly circled your clit, applying enough pressure to get you wet before inching your middle finger inside your aching core, sighing as you pictured Chris’ hands instead, his blue eyes taking you in as he brought you pleasure. Spreading your thighs a little wider, you increased your pace and imagined his cock teasing your entrance and coating himself with your juices. You knew you had to be quick because the last thing you wanted to do was miss spending more time with him. Throwing back your head, you moaned his name over and over again as you felt yourself reaching that little high.

But before you could let go, you heard a swear in the form of a vague whisper coming from the direction of the door, eyes widening in horror when you looked up and saw Chris standing there and staring at you. You didn’t know what to do, reluctantly removing your hands before sitting up and grabbing a towel.

“STOP!” Chris wanted to apologize when he saw your body jump at the loud command, but he wanted to make sure you didn’t wipe your hand anywhere. He carefully approached you, not wanting to frighten you anymore with his presence. You watched him like a hawk, knowing this road only had one end.

Chris stood beside the bed and leaned down, looking at your heaving chest before gently taking your hand, not giving you a chance to react as he pulled it to his mouth and started sucking on your fingers. You moaned at the filthy reaction, your eyes incapable of focusing on anything but the way he rolled his tongue around your wet fingers.

When he saw that you weren’t going to push him away, he let go of your hand and kneeled on the bed, trapping your body between his arms as he leaned down and captured your lips in a heated kiss. You melted beneath him, all shyness flying out the window as you felt his hands explore your flushed skin. You moaned into his mouth when you felt him slip his hands beneath your shirt. But Chris misunderstood and immediately pulled away, searching your features for any sign of discomfort before he asked if he could take your shirt off.

“Is...is this okay?” He whispered, stopping his exploration of your skin to not distract you. Your eyes fluttered open and looked into his, and he smiled to himself when he saw how dilated your pupils were.

“Oh god yes please Chris.”

That seemed to be all that Chris needed to hear because not a second later, he was fisting his hands in your shirt and dragging it up your body until it was off. He couldn’t help but let his eyes roam over the expanse of your newly exposed torso, licking his lips in anticipation when he could see your nipples poking through the thin material of your bra. He returned his attention to your eyes, smiling when you sighed as he slipped his arms behind your back to unclasp your bra. When he pulled the straps down your arm and threw the undergarment behind him, your breathing picked up and he thought it’d probably be better if he slowed down a bit.

“Relax Y/N, if you want me to stop I c-” He slowed down and was about to move away from you when he felt your hands grab his wrists and pull him back.

“No, n-no keep going please. I just- you...you make me nervous.”

“Why baby? You didn’t look nervous five minutes ago when you called out my name as these little fingers sank into your sweet pussy.” He shouldn’t have teased you about what he saw but he couldn’t pass up at the chance, the look on your face making him grow harder in his jeans.

“Chris...please.” You turned away from him, nuzzling into the arm next to your cheek and biting down on his skin to distract him.

“Tell me honey, what were you thinking of? I’ll give you anything you want, anything you want from me. But I wanna know what you were thinking of. Please.” Chris leaned down and nipped at your jaw before leaving a trail of kisses down your throat, biting down on your shoulder when it took you a little longer to respond to him.

“I- I thought of your fingers touching me, m-making me...oh god, making me cum. And...and I pictured you teasing me with your cock as you spread my thighs open and f-finally...finally- please, oh fuck please…” You shivered when you felt him slowly easing your panties down your leg before settling between your thighs.

“Finally what baby?” Chris looked up and held your gaze as he bit into your inner thighs, smiling he saw your hands fisting into the sheets beneath you.

“F-fucked me until I forgot my name.” You blinked down at him, gasping when he raised an eyebrow at your choice in words before he leaned down one more time and kissed your skin.

“Well why didn’t you just say so sweetheart.” His mischievous smile made you nervous and you threw your head back as soon as you felt his tongue lick at your slit. You moaned and bit into the pillow when his lips closed around your clit and violently sucked at the engorged nub, and you swore you could feel him smirk when your hands shot to his hair and pulled on it.

“C-chris...fuck oh my god your mouth! Feels so good, so good...so-” Your back arched off the bed almost painfully and Chris reluctantly shut his eyes and dove into your cunt, humming in approval and moaning at your taste the harder you pulled at his hair. He let go of your legs and pushed down on your thighs before moving one hand to replace his tongue. He looked up and saw bliss taking over your features, using the moment of distraction to spit on your cunt before easing two fingers into your fluttering walls.

Your eyes shot open instantly, looking down at him just as he descended on you again and licked at your clit while his fingers thrust in and out of you. You couldn’t focus on one specific sensation, the different stimuli pushing you to that familiar fluttering in your stomach. You were already so close before and feeling his fingers replace yours drove you over the edge.

“Go on baby, let go. Cum for me, let me taste this sweet cunt drenching me. Please baby I want you so fucking badly it hurts. Be a good little girl and cum on my fingers so I could finally fuck you like you want.” Hearing him whispering those filthy, unhinged words to you broke you apart and you fell to the bed again, thighs shaking violently as you gushed around his fingers and on his tongue. Chris continued to suck on your clit, wanting to prolong your pleasure for as long as possible. With a slight graze of his teeth against your little bundle of nerves, you screamed his name and unintentionally shut your thighs around his head.

Chris kissed your slit one last time before he eased his fingers out of you, rubbing the muscles of your legs to calm you down as he filled his eyes with your flushed skin. He bit his lower lip when he saw your stomach fluttering and your legs slightly shaking, squeezing your calves once before moving off of the bed and stripping off his clothes.

“C-chris…” You finally managed to open your eyes, smiling hazily at him as you touched yourself and watched as he took his clothes off. He was down to his boxers and waited a moment, laughing when he saw you pinch and pull at your nipples while you whined for him to hurry up.

“Aren’t you a greedy little thing?” Chris winked at you when he took his boxers off, his chest expanding with pride when he saw the look on your face.

“Fuck me…” You spread your thighs wide open when he moved to sit between your knees, unable to hold back from reaching to him and grasping his heavy cock in your hand. “We- we don’t...fuck that’s it baby. Your hands are so warm...we don’t have to do anything you- you don’t want.”

“Chris please, need you. Want your- your cock in me, stretching me...fucking me. Hard...please.” You were speaking in broken sentences and Chris had to hold back from coming right then and there. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he allowed you to pull him closer to your cunt.

“Wait- wait...we need a-”

“IUD...I have an IUD...and I haven’t been with anyone in a long time. Unless you want one. I didn’t mean to make it seem like-”

“Fucking hell you’re going to be the death of me baby. I was tested after my last time, can’t fucking remember when that was to be honest. Are you...are you sure? I can go grab a condom right now.” Chris didn’t take his eyes off of you once, hands gripping your ass as you maneuver yourself closer to him and swipe the head of his cock against your clit.

“Please...wanna feel you with nothing between us. Oh god Chris I just- I want you. Now. Please, fuck me. F-fuck me.” Your desperate pleas made him twitch in your hand and he nodded at you, looking down and watching as you slowly pushed the head of his cock in your cunt.

“Fuck...oh baby you’re so big. You’re stretching me Chris...already feel so full. Fuck, I- I need…” You weren’t sure what you were asking of him but Chris seemed to understand what you needed, leaning down and molding his lips with yours as he inched into you. He felt your nails digging into his back and groaned when your cunt clenched tightly around him. “Oh sweet fucking god Y/N...you’re so tight around me...squeezing the fuck out of me. Fuck baby that’s it...take it. Take my cock in that little pussy, you’re so perfect. Made for me...made to take my cock.” He nuzzled into the crook of your neck, kissing and licking at your damp skin as he finally sheathed himself fully inside of you.

You were both breathing heavily, and you whimpered when he continued to swear against your neck. You could tell he was having a difficult time holding back, the thought of how patient he was making your heart skip a beat. When you finally relaxed your muscles enough, you scratched the back of his neck and begged him to move.

“Chris…”

“Sweetheart...I- can I move?”

“Y-yes...please.”

The whispered plea drove him mad with lust and he pushed up on his elbows to look at you, never once breaking eye contact as he pulled out and bucked his hips back into you again. You sighed his name and threw your head back, focusing on the way his hard dick twitched inside you as it slid against your walls. You could feel the tip of his cock hitting that deep, soft spot inside you over and over again, knowing that you were somehow already close to coming again.

“You’re amazing baby, fucking exquiste. Like heaven...heaven and my dreams. Oh god, I’m- you’re clenching so tightly around me...could feel this cunt sucking me in deeper. Shit, are- are you already close again?” He could feel the familiar tightening of your walls and hissed when you nodded at him.

“Ok...fuck, could you wait for me darling? Please...wanna cum with you, feel you milking me dry. Please baby I’m begging here. Wait for me, fuck, wait for me.” You couldn’t deny him his request even if you wanted to, and you opened your eyes just in time to see his eyebrows furrow in focus. You parted your lips and groaned his name like a mantra, telling him of how hot and hard and thick he felt, whispering how much you wanted him to cum in you, to fill you up and keep fucking you until neither of you could move.

“Baby...oh god, baby you’re fucking amazing. Beautiful...perfect. Oh fuck, I- I’m…”

“Cum with me Chris...please, want to feel you cum in me. With me. Oh- oh please-”

As soon as you looked down and saw where you were joined, the thread uncoiled, and you threw your arms around Chris, pulling him closer and gasping his name as he picked up the pace and fucked into you harder, the sound of slapping skin filling the room and making you wish you could scream his name.

He bit into your shoulder as he felt your walls flutter around him, growling and shaking above you as he felt his balls pulse and signal his release. He came deep inside your pussy, his rhythm faltering the harder you squeezed him and pulled him in. He could feel you whimpering beneath him, and he smiled when you crossed your legs across his back to keep him inside you once he started to slow down.

You weren’t sure how long you remained tangled in each other’s arms and when Chris tried to push off of you, you shook your head and begged him to stay.

“Not going anywhere baby...fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever cum this hard. You’re...something special Y/N.” Chris leaned down and kissed your lips, smiling against you when he felt your hold tighten around his neck. He parted and hissed when your cunt clenched around him once more, unable to hold back from chuckling at the sweet sensation. He slowly eased himself out and leaned back on his knees, watching as his cum leaked out of you and rolled down your thighs.

“Fucking hell.” Chris inhaled deeply before reaching down for his shirt to clean you up.

“Wait no you’ll get it dirty.”

“Who cares?” He shrugged as he softly cleaned his mess, apologizing when he became a little excited and rubbed harder than he should have. Throwing the shirt away, he pushed you to the side before rolling next to you, moving you into his arms and looking up at the ceiling as you drew patterns on his chest.

“Did you know that in ancient times, the seven musical notes were assigned to the seven heavenly bodies in various symbolic arrangements? Kepler basically precisely calculated these long imagined Harmoniae Mundi...he noticed that the ratios between planets’ extreme angular velocities were all harmonic intervals. And more recently even, Molchanov has shown that the entire solar system can be viewed as a ‘tuned’ quantum structure, with Jupiter as the conductor of the orchestra.” You blinked up in confusion at Chris, eyebrows furrowing when he looked down and smiled at you.

“Sorry...I didn’t mean to ruin the moment.” He blushed under your gaze, scratching his hair when your confused expression turned into an amused one.

“No no, you didn’t. I like listening to you talk about things you’re passionate about. I’m just surprised because you’re suddenly talking about harmonies which has nothing to do with your area.” You rested your chin on his chest and watched as he laid his head back in thought.

“Well, I was really interested in our last conversation and I read up on some stuff and I found all of these theories that connect music and geometry and space and the planets playing in tune and- god you’re going to think I’m stupid.” Chris shut his eyes and rubbed at his face, hoping to somehow hide from you until you let it go.

“No never...please, what were you going to say?”

“I wanted to impress you...so I thought I could learn about harmonics and rhythms and I found all of this stuff about Kepler’s theories on planetary orbits and how he found the answer through geometry and musical spheres and...what?” He saw the way you were looking at him and blinked shyly, hoping that you wouldn’t think he was a complete weirdo.

“That might be the most romantic thing anyone’s ever done for me.” Chris’ expression grew softer at your confession, shutting his eyes when you leaned over and kissed his cheeks.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” Chris said as you pulled your head back to take a better look at him. What you saw in his eyes should have terrified you but instead, you felt your heart beat in comfort at his exclamation.

“So are you…” You nuzzled into his neck, twirling his hair around your fingers as you breathed his scent in and kissed his jaw. You were just about to doze off when a chime came from your phone. God, you knew the notification sound immediately, and you also knew who was emailing you so late in the afternoon.

“Oh god, I can’t check.” You shook your head and groaned when Chris leaned over and grabbed your phone.

“Unlock it for me baby and I’ll check. I’m sure you did well.” He tried to put you at ease, kissing your forehead and whispering more assurances to you as you unlocked your phone and handed it to him. Scrolling through your apps, he found the Outlook app and clicked on it, opening the email from Dr. Daniels and reading through the email. You took in his face and cursed how well he was able to hide whatever emotion he was experiencing.

“Well?”

“I think,” Chris said as he shut your phone off and placed it on the nightstand again, not giving you a chance to say anything as he rolled you underneath him and kissed your neck, “that we should forgo going out tonight, and stay in to celebrate. Properly celebrate your B+.” He laughed when you squealed and smashed your lips with his.

“Thank you thank you thank you, oh god I can’t believe I passed.”

“I knew you would sweetheart.” Chris fell back on the bed when you pushed him down, shutting his eyes and moaning in pleasure when you straddled him and left a trail of wet kisses down his scruff to his chest.

“Music and science aren’t the closest friends Chris...you can hardly blame me for not thinking I did well.” You whispered as you slowly pushed your hand between the two of you and took hold of his hardening dick.

“They might not be friends...but they are bedfellows...oh fuck.” You laughed at the remark, continuing your descent and kissing just above his happy trail. You smiled when you felt his hips buck against you, his fingers tightening their hold around your arms as you scratched his abdominal muscles.

“In more ways than one obviously.”

#chris beck x reader #chris beck fanfiction #chris beck smut #college au #the martian #nasa #the martian fanfiction #chris beck college au #sebastian stan #sebastian stan au #sebastian stan fanfiction #music #chris beck

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thisissirius · 4 years ago

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Would you write a fic about Buck's therapist please. After the new trailer it's something I need.

okay so this.... wasn’t something i was going to write.

i get requests for this a lot and i just haven’t written for it because it’s a subject that’s really fucking difficult for me. but i had a conversation with my brother that was emotionally taxing and this happened.

this is not going to be the fic for everyone, and it’s written with my own experiences and feelings in mind, so it might not be .... the best read. but this is the fic that i wish i had written back when i watched episode 2, but then we wouldn’t have had eddie so.... anyway.

grace under pressure [ao3 link] buck, buck/eddie, consent issues. hurt/comfort.

“I had sex with her.” Buck stares down at his hands. “I was on her couch. She—”

“Take your time.”

“It was just sex, you know? She friended me on Facebook.” Buck winces, eyes darting across the person in front of him, to the clock on the wall. Forty-five minutes. Just get through this and he’ll be outside. “Before—before the appointment.”

Silence.

“One minute she was helping me, and the next,” he trails off. “The next we were having sex.”

The worst thing is how people look at you.

As if in that small strip of time between not knowing and finding out, you’ve changed.

______________________

“January 10th, 2018,” Buck says.

Everything stops.

“How do you even know that?” Hen asks, frowning.

Bobby’s watching him, and Buck knows he’s working out, going back to whenever that was in his head.

“After Devon,” Buck says.

“Fuck,” Chim says softly.

Eddie narrows his eyes. “You didn’t go after the truck bombing?”

“I mandated it,” Bobby says.

“I know,” Buck says, tapping his fingers on the table. “I did that text thing. Where you can talk to them over text.”

Bobby’s lips thin and Buck knows they’ll be talking about it later. If he can get out of this conversation in one piece.

“So who,” Hen starts.

“Nobody,” Buck says. It’s true, in a way. “She was nobody.”

Conversation lapses and it doesn’t start up again until they’re lounging around the loft, Buck on the couch, Bobby making something in the kitchen. Buck doesn’t know where the others are and he can almost feel the tension in the room ratchet up several notches. It makes his skin crawl.

“Bobby,” he says, knowing it’s useless.

“What happened?”

Buck opens his mouth, closes it. “Nothing.”

Though frustrated, Bobby curbs his irritation, schools his face. Buck’s impressed; it’s the fastest Bobby’s gotten over his exasperation. “Buck. You can tell me.”

“No,” Buck whispers. “I can’t.”

Silence.

“We had sex,” Buck blurts, because it seems like the easiest thing.

Bobby’s expression is careful. “Okay.”

“Not,” Buck starts, licks at his bottom lip. “Not before or after. During.”

“During what?”

Buck’s head jerks up. Eddie’s standing at the top of the stairs, duffle bag over one shoulder.

“Buck was just telling me about his plans,” Bobby tries.

Eddie’s been Buck’s best friend for two years. If Buck can’t tell him then how can he—

“The reason I won’t go to therapy,” Buck says, looking Eddie in the eye. A numbness spreads from the center of his chest to his fingers, toes.

“Buck,” Bobby starts.

“I had sex with my therapist.”

Silence.

Horrible, deafening silence.

______________________

Forty minutes.

“Why didn’t you tell anybody?”

Buck shrugs one shoulder. “Tell them what? They knew I was fucking around. Literally. Why would sleeping with my therapist be any different.”

“But you know now it’s wrong?”

“No,” Buck says honestly, clenching his hands into fists. “It doesn’t feel wrong. It just feels like we had sex.”

______________________

“Stop saying that,” Buck snaps.

“It’s what happened, Buck,” Hen says carefully.

“If you don’t want to hear it,” Chim starts, holding out his hands.

Careful. Defensive. Like Buck’s the one who’s going off the rails when it’s because they’re acting like—

“Like what,” Eddie says. His voice is level, eyes piercing.

Buck runs out of steam. He curls his fingers around the railing, stares down at the trucks. He’s saying things he doesn’t want to, that he doesn’t even realize he is, and he just wants everyone to go away, to pretend that today’s some horrible dream.

“Buck,” Eddie says, louder, approaching from the left. Buck can see him out of the corner of his eye and Buck thinks it’s deliberate. Fuck. “How are we acting?”

“Like I was assaulted.” Buck’s voice is a whisper, words dropping like heavy stones.

“It’s what—” Chim cuts himself off.

“Give us a minute?” Eddie asks. His tone is authoritative, strong, and even Bobby moves away from the kitchen.

Buck’s hands won’t unfurl from the railing.

Pressing up against his side, shoulders touching, Eddie looks down at the trucks, fingers mere centimetres from Buck’s. “If Chris came home and told you his therapist had sex with him, what would you say?”

The breath is punched from Buck’s chest. Time seems to slow. “Don’t,” he says, voice cracking on the word. “Eddie.”

“Hey.” Eddie’s voice is gentle but his touch is not, peeling Buck’s fingers from the railing, free hand against Buck’s neck. Buck still can’t breathe and he doesn’t know what to do. “Buck—”

“It’s different,” Buck continues, looking at Eddie’s shoulder so he doesn’t have to look him in the eye. “Chris is a kid. He can’t—he wouldn’t know how to say no.”

“You know that doesn’t matter?” Something in Eddie’s voice forces Buck to look him in the eye. “Devon had just died,” and Buck forces himself past those memories, “she was in a position of power. It’s against the law.”

______________________

Buck imagines he can hear the clock ticking.

“Systematic grooming is different from just one session,” Buck says slowly. “We didn’t really talk much. Had sex and just—she told me to leave. Said it was unprofessional.”

“You researched afterwards?”

Nodding, Buck picks at an invisible thread on his pants. “I like to do that. Eddie says it’s to work through my trauma,” Buck makes a face, unable to stop a small smile when he thinks about Eddie’s expression.

“You don’t believe that?”

“No, I do,” Buck says quickly. “I just think the research is wrong.”

A pause. “Because you were assaulted.”

“I wasn’t,” Buck snaps. “It was just sex.”

______________________

The truck is still running.

Buck stares at Eddie’s front door. “Aren’t we going in?”

“We can,” Eddie says slowly. He doesn’t move.

The silence stretches thin, taut and breakable. “Please don’t make me talk about it.”

Eddie breathes slowly, reaches across the center console and hesitates before resting his hand on Buck’s arm. “Whatever you need.”

Buck meets his eyes, almost breaks under the scrutiny. “Don’t treat me like—I’m not different.”

Dropping his hand, Eddie’s fingers curl around the steering wheel. His knuckles are white. Buck’s oddly fascinated with the twist of Eddie’s mouth, angry and tense. “The others all knew you then.” It’s not what Buck’s expecting and he swallows. “I only know Buck 2.0,” Eddie’s mouth twists again. Buck knows he hates that moniker. “Never once,” Eddie continues, staring at the light spilling onto the tarmac from the truck, “did I think anything like this.”

“Yeah, well,” Buck starts.

“How long have you known?”

Buck pauses, stares at the center console. There’s loose change from when they took Chris to the ice cream parlor. A chapstick that Eddie claims isn’t his. A button that tore off of Buck’s jacket. “I looked it up after. If it was—”

“—your fault,” Eddie finishes. “You’re not different.” The shift makes Buck pause, wondering where Eddie’s going with this. “Or if you are, it’s for good reasons. Not bad. This is on her. Not on you.”

“I said yes,” Buck says, slowly, so Eddie gets it.

Eddie swallows, scratches at the steering wheel with a fingernail. “Do you really believe that? Or are you scared of what it means if you do?”

Buck stares out at the driveway, breathing swallowed by the sound of the engine, and presses a hand to his chest.

______________________

“Why does that word make you angry?”

Buck doesn’t do either of them the disservice of asking which word. “Because it wasn’t. I consented. We were having sex. I had fun.”

“What does Eddie say?”

Frowning, Buck says, “Did you speak to him?”

“No. You mentioned him earlier—I wondered if you had told him.”

“I did,” Buck says. “I was trying to tell Bobby, my captain, and he was there. I didn’t know but he’s my best friend. I couldn’t lie.”

“Would you have?”

“He never would have known. I could have kept it a secret as long as I wanted.”

“Have things changed?”

Buck snorts. “How can they not?”

Silence.

“He asked me if I was scared,” Buck continues. That night in the truck, Eddie’s blank expression, the sound of the engine rumbling in Buck’s head. “Wanted to know if that’s why I won’t say—that it’s anything except sex.”

“How did you react?”

Buck stretches out his legs. There’s faded marks on his jeans from kneeling on the floor; always playing with Chris, or taking him to the park, or, or, or. “Eddie’s got a son.” Buck’s gaze flickers up, but the change in subject doesn’t seem to make a difference. “Chris. He’s nine. Amazing kid, strong. I keep thinking,” Buck continues, forcing words past the sudden lump in his throat, “what if it had been him. Eddie asked me when I told him what I would do.”

“Hmm. What would you do?”

Throat tight, eyes burning, Buck looks at the clock. Thirty minutes. Fuck, it’s taking too long. He doesn’t know if he can do this.

“Buck?”

“Chris is a kid,” Buck blurts out. “If some therapist had sex with him, I’d want them in prison.”

“If it was Eddie, then.”

Buck’s chest squeezes tight. “What?”

A shift. “If Eddie came to you, told you that he’d had sex with his therapist.”

The thing is—

Buck knows it’s illegal. The knowledge is there, bouncing around inside his head. If Eddie ever tells him that, ever confesses, words spilling between them like bile, Buck will know. Someone’s taken advantage of Eddie. Assaulted him.

“I’d think,” he starts, can’t continue.

“Why do you think you’re different?”

“Because,” Buck says. His lungs burn, air clawing its way out of his throat. Suddenly, with a veracity that surprises him, he wishes Eddie was sitting next to him. “I don’t know.”

______________________

“I love you,” Eddie tells him, leaning in the doorway. He’s wearing a threadbare shirt, pants that ride low on his hips. They’re sleeping in separate rooms for the first time in—Buck doesn’t know how long. Not because Eddie wants it, but because Buck can’t stand to see the way Eddie looks at him, doesn’t want to feel trapped.

Buck nods, clutches the sheets in his hand. “I love you too.”

Eddie’s silent.

“I do,” Buck says, quietly. “I love you, but I need space.”

“I’ll give you whatever you need,” Eddie replies, eyes searching Buck’s face. “You know that, don’t you?”

Buck doesn’t answer.

______________________

“How do I make myself believe it’s assault?”

“It’s a process.” The reply is soft, understanding. “All the conviction from people you love and trust can’t make you change your mind if you don’t believe it. You’ve researched, you’ve heard it, and you’ve said it out loud; a power imbalance is dubious consent at best, nonconsensual at worst.”

Buck leans his forearms on his knees. Fifteen minutes. Now the time seems to be going too quickly, speeding away from him faster than he can keep up. “That doesn’t answer the question.”

“I can’t give you a definitive answer, Buck. There is no right answer. Perhaps you will never believe it. Or you already believe it, you just don’t want to.”

Closing his eyes, Buck scratches his hands into his hair. “Everything changes.”

“Has it?”

______________________

Sunlight hits the windscreen of the truck.

Buck winces, shields his eyes. Eddie’s in the driver seat, scrolling through his phone. There’s a few stickers on the back window that Chris put there, giggling and ignoring Eddie’s lamentation about his new truck. Drinks bottles and paper are littered over the back seat, various artwork from Chris and scribbles about his and Buck’s plans for a new fort in the backyard. Buck’s spare keys in the center console, a picture of the three of them taped to the back of the visor.

Opening the door to the passenger side, Buck slides in quietly.

“It feels like everything’s changed,” Buck says.

Eddie waits.

“Something between us changed, but that was me, wasn’t it?”

“No,” Eddie says slowly, a sad smile on his face. “I didn’t want it to, but you can’t expect me to hear something like that and not change. I’m angry at her. At you for not realizing. That’s selfish, I know it is, but you do all this research.” Eddie trails off, reaches out and takes Buck’s hand. “I still love you. I want to protect you. I want you to protect yourself.”

Love crushes all of the negativity crowding Buck’s head. “I’ll come back next week.”

Buck knows he’s not imagining the relief in Eddie’s eyes. “Okay.”

“I still don’t think it’s assault,” he falters on the word but says it, a small victory. “Maybe I will after this,” he continues, waving a hand at the building, “or maybe I won’t. I just want to go home, hug Christopher, and watch a movie.”

“Then that’s what we’ll do,” Eddie says, starting the truck. Before the pull away, he raises his eyebrows. “But don’t think you get to make these decisions every day.”

Buck laughs, turning to look out of the window. Maybe his thoughts scatter, some dark, some light, but his smile doesn’t falter all the way back to the house.

#buddie #buddie fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 #otp: i forgive you #fic by me #so this is a fic that happened #happy reading?#i guess #Anonymous

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sunnysidevans · 4 years ago

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 - 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐓𝐰𝐨 | 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 + 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬

Summary: Everyone goes through stages in life, meeting new people, falling in love, getting married , having children. Some people think it won’t happen to them but maybe fate hadn’t lead you in the right direction.

PREVIOUS STAGE | STAGES MASTERLIST

Warnings: swearing? SUPER DUPER FLUFF ,

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

READERS POINT OF VIEW

A few weeks after the night in the bar along with the multiple lovely bouquets Chris sent you and multiple text conversations, you couldn’t wait to see what he had planned for your date. You sat at your desk, scrolling through pinterest for outfit inspirations as you had no plans, no idea what to wear or how to dress accordingly. “(Y/N!)” Casey yelled from his office, startling you and closing the tab quickly, and standing and fixing your skirt walking into his office, “yeah?!” you asked quickly with a smile on your face. “You know” he started, standing from his desk watching you from his 6”5 stance, “I admire your hard work, I do, but you seem distracted lately, I think you need to start, leaving things at home” he nodded buttoning his suit jacket as he walked around the desk “and I have more files I need you to do, so I would like you to start those and I do indeed to have you in the office on saturday” he nodded again, your face twisted, biting your lip you spoke up “but um, sir I have plans this weekend” you spoke looking up at him, you hated looking up to a him, he made you feel small, he shrugged walking to the door with his briefcase “I want them on my desk saturday morning (Y/L/N)”.

You flopped down on the couch, you had finally felt composed enough to talk to Chris, how could you tell this amazing sweet man that he planned something for it to fall through and ruined by your terrible boss. Your thoughts were interrupted with your ringtone breaking through your brain, after finally processing you picked the phone up quickly “Hello?” you asked, biting the skin around your nail, a nasty habit. “Hey!” Chris’s cheerful voice peaked through the speaker, making you smile, “Hey you!” you smiled sitting up, petting zeus behind the ears as you listened to chris rustle on the other side of the phone “you okay?” you asked, checking the time, seeing it was late,knowing it had to be late for him as he was working in Los Angeles for the week. “Yeah! Yeah uh” you could hear the nervousness in his voice, scratching the back of his neck like he did when you first met “I hate to do this” he started with a sigh “I have to stay in LA for a few more days.. So I won't be home in time for our date” you let out a sigh of relief as you heard the confusion in Chris's voice “(Y/N)?” he asked “oh! I’m sorry I am just kinda relieved and that sounds awful but my boss gave me a huge boatload of stuff I needed for him on saturday” you sighed softly as a sigh of relief through the speakers, “First, I’m so sorry your boss is a dick, and you should do your hardest but I know you will, and Two, that makes me feel alot better and less than a dick for having to bail” he said with a laugh “okay I hate to call and run but I just know its getting late” he smiled “go get some sleep okay?” you smiled biting your lip, “okay okay, you two, say goodnight to zeus for me” he laughed hanging up the phone after you two shared your goodbyes.

Sitting at your kitchen table, you looked over the files Casey had sent home with you, holding a cup of coffee in your nightgown, you had now clue why he gave you these files, did he know about your excitement for a date and planned to sabotage it? You sighed,starting to get a hold of yourself and starting on the files. A few hours had passed when your phone pinged with a notification, setting your phone down you looked down to see a text: “CHRIS: I hope your not working too hard beautiful, I just wanted you to know I was thinking about you, and that I am so sorry again about our date and that I am planning to make this date as good as it can be, ;)” you laughed, smiling at his use of emojis and the way he wanted to reach out and make sure you were doing okay, you smiled with reply: “(Y/N): oh! First stop apologizing for the date! I’m sure you are going to make it worth my while, also you reaching out gave me the small refuel I needed, I hope YOU aren't working to hard handsome, I hope to see you soon, oh and enjoy this <3” you smiled attaching a picture of zeus you had taken this morning, hoping it would brighten his terrible workday it seemed to be, you set your phone aside, smiling. You began to work on the files again for the few hours of daylight you had, thinking about how you couldn’t wait for this date.

TWO WEEKS LATER

Saturday finally came around, after two weeks of not being able to have coordinating schedules, Saturday was finally it. Friday seemed to be a long drag of sitting behind a computer and looking at multiple files you needed to do, but decided to wait on. Sitting at your desk you sat and watched the time continue to tick,slowly. You hoped that the day would come to an end fast, you hadn’t been this excited for a date in a long time. Nina, the other mentee in the office walked up to your desk with a grin, looking up at you furrowed your eyebrows looking at her, “okay you need to spill” she laughed coming around your desk to sit beside you “uh what?” you asked with confusion in your voice, “you have not seemed this happy in a while, and you are so jittery you need to tell me what has you all jittery” she smiled, rubbing her hands together, you haven’t really told anyone about having a date, you did plan on not disclosing with who. “Oh, I have a date tomorrow” you smiled,trying to bite back the smile as she squealed “oh my god! That's what has you all jittery! Aww! I want to hear all about it okay?” she asked standing up from her chair as the clock finally struck five, you nodded in response as you quickly set your things aside and headed out the door for the weekend. As you were walking to your car your phone pinged with a text: “CHRIS: can’t wait for tomorrow <3”, with a smile you slid your phone in your purse, you couldn’t wait either.

You stood in front of your floor length mirror in your bedroom, looking over your outfit as you debated if it was good, the clock had finally hit six and the sun had finally set. After adjusting the outfit you planned you were ready, as you finished the last swipe of lipstick a knock was heard at the door followed by Zeus. “Shush!” you laughed backing him away from the door, opening the door to Chris, holding another bouquet of flowers, you smiled looking up at him as he smiled, “hi” he smiled wider looking at you “oh come in!” you pulled the door open for him smiling moving aside “these are for you” he smiled holding the flowers to you with a smile, you took the flowers nodding quickly with a laugh “i thought they may be for zeus!” you laughed walking to the kitchen and putting them in water. Following Chris out to his car, arm and arm you asked “what are we doing?” you asked,looking up at him as he held the door open for you “hey, didn’t I say i wouldn’t let you down?” he asked as you climbed in laughing in response with a nod.

After about a twenty minute drive Chris came to a stop, with your eyes closed you felt the car jolt with the stop, with a laugh you spoke “can I open my eyes now?” you asked as he chuckled in response “yes” he smiled laughing, as you opened your eyes you saw the huge projector, a drive in. You smiled with a giggle as you looked over at him “a drive-in movie?” you asked as he nodded quickly “i thought it would be perfect!” he smiled “I could do something else if you don-” you cut him off quickly “no I love the idea of going to the drive in” you smiled “I feel like its grease” you smiled again looking over at him. You laughed sitting back as he pulled out a bag from the backseat, “now I did get a few snacks, but i did bring like sandwiches because they were the easiest to sneak in, I know it’s not much” he shrugged with a smile as you held your hand out “well bring it over” you laughed, opening the sandwich bag and taking a bite from the sandwich as the movie started. Sitting and watching the move for a few minutes till a familiar face popped up on the screen, “Oh my god!” you laughed looking between the screen and Chris “is- is that you?!” you asked looking between the movie and him smiling widely “wow” you sat back in the seat with smile as he shook his head “I really didn’t know they were playing this” he sighed, “makes my ego look huge as fuck huh?” he laughed “but yes that's indeed me” he laughed again smiling, you sat back in the seat, holding his hand in your lap, an excited smile on your face “Well now I’m excited” you looked at him,smiling.

You fell asleep halfway through the second movie, missing the second half of Mr & Mrs. Smith. You adjusted in the seat as you felt the blanket on you, waking up slowly you could hear the soft hum of Chris's radio as he drove and the soft hum he was humming. You opened your eyes slowly,looking up at him with a smile. “Hey you” he smiled driving down the road,watching you from his peripheral “hi” you whispered with a smile as he stopped at a light,turning to face you, smiling. You sat up in the seat and watched the buildings pass by as Chris eventually turned down your street. You looked at him as he turned into your driveway, and on que zeus started to bark, you both chuckled as you turned to face him, “Thank you, I had fun, even though I fell asleep” you whispered,smiling at him “hey, I understand, I also had fun, you were a great date, even falling asleep” you laughed at his response, looking over his face you couldn’t help but your eyes dropping to his lips, he noticed it as he leaned closer, “is this okay?” he asked softly, his breath fanning your face as you leaned closer, connecting your lips. After pulling away you smiled at him, biting your lip you giggled grabbing your things looking at him “I’d like to do this again sometime” you smiled as he nodded “oh for sure” he nodded smiling “I’ll call you?” he asked, you nodded, shutting the car door behind you. As you made it into the house you couldn’t help but quickly shut the door and lean your back on it, letting out a sigh you smiled, the butterflies wouldn’t stop, you couldn’t help the continuous flutter in your stomach. Maybe he is special.

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ladyeliot · 4 years ago

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Before we go (Part Four)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 /

Pairing: Chris Evans x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your company has sent you to Boston to close a deal on the same day you have the most important date of your life at night in New York. Things get complicated, you can’t return to New York and you have to spend the night in Boston with a complete stranger.

Warning: Fluff, Angst.

Word count: 4669

Notes: The story has an open ending. Sorry for my spelling and grammatical mistakes, English is not my native language, I am learning.

Do you believe that destiny is written? Many people would say that the only destiny that is written, and therefore believe in it, is death. Few people manage to be masters of their destiny, but others think that we are the ones who make destiny. Be that as it may, that night you were discovering that there was a very thin gap between chance and destiny. Maybe you should look for your own destiny, but even so you realised that it never comes alone, it is always accompanied.

That is when we least expect it, when life decides to take you over, placing a challenge in front of your eyes, in which you have to play a big role, to show your courage. At that very moment it makes no sense to assume that we are not ready, even if we really are not, because destiny will not wait for you to be ready. Life does not stop for you, you must decide at that very moment if you decide to move forward or give up.

Chris stopped in the middle of the pavement, tilting his head in the direction of a luminous arrow that offered you the entrance to the basement of a Victorian building. We focused our eyes on the letters and you discovered that it said "destination consultant". You frowned and looked back at Chris and shook your head comically, these things were not for you.

"Come on!" he exclaimed, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the place. "What worse things can happen to us in the future?"

"What?" you said trying to refuse to go in. "Please don't tell me you're serious about this sort of thing?"

"Oh, come on," he complained, begging you with his eyes.

" It' s a fraud," you said with a chuckle. "Besides, it' s going to try to get money out of us that we don't have."

"Please..." Chris approached you bending down to bring his gaze to the same height as yours.

You exhaled deeply, you weren't sure if you really trusted these sorts of things, at least you showed them a clear respect, still you didn't quite want to know what your fate was, nor if the future held positive or negative things for you, you'd rather find out on your own.

"It's three in the morning," you said, arching your eyebrows. "If we wake up the consultant, I don't think he's going to say nice things, if he really sees them..."

"Don't worry, he's a destiny consultant, destiny doesn't rest," he said with a small laugh inviting you to come downstairs with him. " Let's go."

Finally you let Chris guide you down the narrow staircase into the darkness to a wooden door. Maybe he was right, destiny wasn't sleeping, because a layer of light was coming out of the cracks. Your companion rang the doorbell a couple of times, and after two minutes an elderly man in a blue night gown appeared before you.

"Oh, hello!" he exclaimed, baring his teeth in a smile. "Are you here to meet your future, or am I late again with the traffic fines?"

You complemented your frown with a smile at his words.

"We don't have much money," you quickly reported before you were caught in a future predicament.

"Never mind," the man stepped aside so you could pass, "I have nothing better to do tonight."

You turned your gaze to Chris who offered you with his hand to enter the place first. Inside you discovered that it was more like an office of destiny, decorated as if it were an ordinary house, cosy armchairs, decorative elements of the sixties and a warm aroma of coffee enveloped the whole room. He offered you to take a seat in two armchairs clearly set up for his visitors and you agreed.

"All right," he positioned himself in front of you and folded his hands. "Who goes first?"

Again, you turned your face to the right to find Chris shrugging, offering you the first place.

"No... You're not going to draw tarot cards, or read us our hand lines or...?" you asked a little quizzical that he would only sit and watch you.

"Oh dear, that's all in the past," he said with a little chuckle. "I think we are in confidence not to have to bring out all that paraphernalia, obviously in an inanimate object I am not going to see what your destiny will be, if what really matters to me is in front of my eyes, you."

Chris nodded, as if he understood everything he was saying.

"All right, who goes first?" he insisted again, high-fiving their hands.

"Her," exclaimed Chris pointing at you.

"Start with him," you said quickly pointing at Chris, crossing your words.

"Okay," he looked at you simultaneously. "I think our young actor is a lot less skeptical, so... what are we going to do with you young lady?"

You uncrossed your legs, squirming a little uncomfortably as you found his eyes trying to discover something in yours. You felt like you were being emotionally undressed even though you were trying your best to counteract it.

"I see," he began to say calmly. "You are quite confused. You may be at a crossroads in your life, you believe what you should do, you know what the path is but you also know that's the easiest path and so you're heading down it," he paused, all his words making you think and squint. "But you also think that you are trapped, that there is no solution to what has happened to you."

You took a parsimonious breath, it was evident that all those words could be a sign of a vagueness that he possibly said to everyone and that it was your brain that was doing the function that was completing them and resembling them with the events that were present in your life.

"But you know you have so many other options, maybe you're afraid to consider them," he continued, which made you wonder what those options were.

"Okay," you nodded a little confused. "And what are the other options?"

"Well, one of them is universal, to walk away."

"Walk away?" you asked, cocking your head to the side. "From what?"

"Oh, that I don't know," he explained, dropping his hands. "That's what you should know. Like I said, it's a universal choice, we can all walk away, sometimes it's impossible to avoid, but sometimes it's the best we can do."

Your gaze was lost in the thoughts that those words provoked in you, should you let Michael walk out of your life for good? would it be the best thing to walk away from him?

"Maybe you could have a future together," he said pointing at Chris smiling, "I know, you're not a couple, but that doesn't take away from the fact that your paths have crossed for something in particular."

You both looked at each other for a millisecond until you turned back to your destiny reader.

"Chris is a great guy, but I don't think our paths will stay together for long." You said with a slightly forced smile.

"Well, I'm just introducing you to the various options you can have. This is one of them." He leaned back in his chair again. "Besides, people meet by the coincidences of life, who told you that those coincidences can't become your destiny."

"So, does that mean I can't control my destiny?" you asked emphasising the curiosity that had arisen in you.

"Not at all, it is your choices that control your own destiny. Coincidences only appear at one time in your life, in one place, you are the one who decides what to do with those coincidences." He paused slightly. "You decide if you want to make those coincidences your destiny, to share the rest of your life with those coincidences."

"That's very easy to say," you smiled, looking to your right, meeting Chris's smile.

For the next few minutes you were enveloped in an aura that extrapolated you from everything going on around you, the voices of your two companions could be heard in the background, but you just let your thoughts invade your senses, causing nothing around you to matter.

"[...] that's what I remember best about the night I met her," the consultant said with a tender melancholy in his voice, "I thought she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life, with her hair tied back in a blue ribbon. From then on I was never separated from her again."

"Surely you were a perfect couple," Chris added.

"The truth is, Chris, nothing is perfect," she explained. "Life is conflict, that's what makes it what it is, we can only decide who we want to face it with."

From the moment your ears picked up those last words you couldn't shake them, you really couldn't stop thinking about everything you had heard. You set off again into the darkness of the Boston night, for the tenth time in the night you were setting off again on an aimless journey. Silence enveloped the surroundings and you too, you realised that you were retracing the steps you had taken during the night, arriving once again at that park by the banks of the Charles River. The saxophonist was no longer in his place and that made you feel a little lonelier inside.

The pain in your feet was taking over, making your steps shorter and slower, but at that moment Chris stopped by a bench, making you take the hint and take a seat. A small, comforting pleasure washed over you.

"Well, do you think it's time to explain to me everything that's going on in there," he sat down next to you and pointed to your forehead, "or maybe I have to travel with you all the way to New York to find out?"

There was no doubt that his words were going to bring a shy smile of melancholy to your face, for you were totally homesick since you had set foot on the street again. But you assumed it was time to share your experiences, dispelling any doubts Chris might have in his mind.

"His name is Michael," you began and let out a loud sigh as you looked straight ahead, gazing at the river. "We met when he moved to New York for work, he works as a lawyer for a law firm that has several offices in the United States," you explained, as Chris looked on curiously without taking his eyes off you. "We were introduced to some friends we have in common," you shrugged. "At first there wasn't much of a connection, but then three months later we hit it off again, that's how we started dating, one thing led to another, you know," you nodded to yourself and took a breath. "I guess during that time we ended up falling in love, a year and a half later we moved in together, and so a year later he asked me to marry him," you showed him the wedding ring mark he had previously uncovered for you. "We were engaged for two years, I guess we just couldn't find the right time to go through with the wedding. Maybe it was during that period that things went downhill. I was promoted to head of External Relations, it was something I had fought for for a long time, but it meant that what little free time I had was all devoted to my work," you paused, waiting for the lump in your throat to disappear. "A year later I found out that Michael had been seeing someone else who, unlike me, was able to devote more time to him," you looked up at Chris with a saddened smile, matching his expression. "When I found out it was the day of our anniversary, I had told him that as usual I would have to work late, so I couldn't go to dinner at our favourite brasserie, the place where we had our first date, but it wasn't really true, I just wanted to get home early, prepare dinner and surprise him when he came home from work," you smiled gloomily. "So that day I left the office much earlier than expected, took the car, went to the supermarket and headed towards our flat. Michael wasn't supposed to come until after 8pm, but when I opened the door the lights were on and there were noises from upstairs, so I hid everything I'd bought like an idiot so he wouldn't see it and went to our bedroom. He was there, with her, I recognised her, she was an old work colleague," you half-open your lips as you remember the image, trying not to let the tears come to your eyes. "That brought our five-year relationship to an end," you shrugged. "Then he took a new job in Los Angeles. That was almost two years ago.

"But now he's back in New York," Chris added in a very cautious tone.

"A month ago we were in touch again, he was the one who contacted me, we talked and he told me that he regretted everything that had happened," you explained calmly. "That he wanted to see me, that he was going to New York for work and that he was willing to fix all the mistakes he had made. I wasn't as receptive as he was, obviously my feelings hadn't gone away, but I told him that I needed to think about it, that I would get back to him when I was sure," you looked down at the floor, playing with your fingers nervously. "He arrived last Monday, but it wasn't until Friday that I contacted him, I told him I was willing to see him and talk, but I don't know why I thought it would be best to talk to him the day before he left. Maybe because then I would know that no matter how the conversation went, there would be no turning back, and I wouldn't have to see him again," you closed your eyes and shook your head. "But it doesn't matter now, because in four hours his plane leaves for Los Angeles. I've ruined everything.

Chris hadn't looked away from you at any point, his expressions varying as your story evolved and he discovered what had really happened. On the contrary, you had chosen not to maintain eye contact, you didn't know that expressing it out loud would be so painful, there were too many feelings hidden in your words, but on the other hand it was comforting to get rid of them, rewarding and even liberating.

"I don't think you spoiled anything," he said calmly, trying to connect your gazes.

"Yes," you whispered, playing with your fingers nervously. "You didn't hear the tone in his voice when I called him on the phone, he was so disappointed to hear I wasn't going to New York. There's no going back. And sometimes I think I take a lot of the blame for everything."

"Listen..." Chris grabbed your hands, stopping them. "The only one to blame for what he's done is him."

"I guess I know that, and I hate him because he won't let me be able to trust him again," you added definitely finding a connection with his blue eyes.

"You hate him, but you also love him," he inquired with a pleasant tone. "But people don't change."

"I'd give anything to start from scratch," you took a breath shaking your head. "But you're right, people don't change."

"Look at me. Over time I've come to understand that we love who we love. And that sucks." he added tilting his head and generating a slight smile on your face. "But I think after hearing all the words our friend has said to you, I've realised that we have a choice, that we have paths to create our own destiny, and that in time I know that both you and I will take the right path."

The time seemed to disperse around you, in the background you had one of the most idyllic landscapes of the city of Boston, the riverbed showed you the other side of the city on the other side. For once in the night you felt the tranquillity invade your body, it was comforting to sit there, relieving fatigue in every way, both physical and mental, listening to your own breathing without any other sound around you.

"How can one of the worst nights of my life also be one of the best?" your words ran with the wind.

You discovered that it was the instant your gazes met again that you realised everything that was right in front of your eyes. Like a veil that had been covering your gaze all night long, it disappeared the moment you focused your attention on Chris. You found a feeling that you hadn't had inside your body for a long time, something strange that alerted you to the closeness of your faces and to the fact that the proximity between the two of you was shortening.

Chris offered you all the time and space you needed to process the information that the environment was offering you, to decide for yourself what the next step was going to be and whether you wanted to take it or let it slip away. This continued to be a consequence of the chance that had presented itself to you tonight, he, and only you, could make the decision to move on or to get rid of it by taking another path. The temporary sensation was feeling eternal, but, despite the mess of thoughts you were having, it was undeniable that what you wanted at that moment was to feel him closer to you. You closed your eyes, letting yourself be carried away by the pull that drew you closer to him, the touch of noses seeming to ease the need until your lips met. Soft, cool and wet, they brushed on several occasions until your brain sent a signal to your reason that perhaps you weren't in the best position to complicate things further.

You lightly rested a hand on his chest, then broke the connection with his lips.

"I'm sorry," you whispered in front of his face, "I don't think this..."

"I'm sorry," he nodded, leaning his forehead against yours, "okay, I'm sorry."

"I just don't want to complicate things any further," you muttered.

"You didn't," that smile that had been with you all night reappeared.

The only thing you remember after that moment is how tiredness invaded your body, the comfort and warmth provided by Chris's body right next to you on that bench had caused your eyelids to subtly droop until sleep enveloped you. Time became unpredictable, the importance of things was lost, you were just two completely exhausted people letting everything around you cradle you.

Maybe it was the sweet melody coming from the branches of the trees or the rays of the sun breaking through your eyelashes, but something made you realise again where you were and your unconscious started up again. You felt a footstep wrap around your waist, the moon was leaving to give way again to the sun rising in the east. The quiet was still all around you, but on your watch you could see that it was past six o'clock in the morning. At any other time, despair would have seized you, but without knowing why, your insides still breathed the peace that had caused you to fall asleep the night before.

You lifted your face slightly, only to find the harmony that filled Chris's features, who was still peacefully asleep. It was impossible to keep a tender smile from your face as you gazed at him, but your movements caused his body to gradually awaken as well, and just as you had done a few minutes ago, his eyelids gave way to the blue of his eyes.

"Good morning," you whispered, allowing him time to discover where he was.

" Morning," he repeated, stretching his limbs. "What time is it?"

"Twenty to seven, we've been asleep for almost three hours," you informed him.

Chris straightened up on the bench and looked at you with a nod, in case you weren't quite sure, you saw that the boy was falling asleep with a smile on his face. He got up from the bench and took a hand from inside his jacket pocket, palm up, and held it out to you. You knew your way, for once, you knew that the ticket inside your coat was waiting to be used, that you had to make your way to the South Boston station and after four hours you would be in New York.

With a little hesitation in your movements you definitely took his hand and you both started on a new journey, perhaps your last. There were no words in between, just ten intertwined fingers heading towards the end of a road that began the night before. In the daylight everything seemed different, changed, as if you had never been there before, your eyes saw the surroundings differently, but your body felt it too.

You both looked straight ahead, each of you lost in your ramblings, in your thoughts, avoiding spoiling everything you had created and lived. The station was not far from where you were, only twenty minutes later you were there. It seemed like a lifetime had passed since you both met for the first time inside the station, but it had only been nine hours, nine hours that you had spent together and so many things had happened that were impossible to forget.

You paused for a moment outside, knowing that the moment of farewell was approaching and it was the one thing you didn't know how to deal with at the moment. The same thing was on Chris's mind, who finally opened the door so that you could go inside. You noticed that the man who had briefed you last night was at his desk and gave you a little wave with his face.

"The next train to New York leaves in fifteen minutes," he said, pointing to the illuminated board announcing the next departures.

You looked up at him with a nod, hardly caring if it left in fifteen minutes or if you had to wait hours to catch it, though you actually preferred the latter. Chris guided you to a slightly more secluded corner, avoiding being the centre of attention among the people arriving at the station. The moment you had both been avoiding appeared before you, you stood facing each other, the sadness seemed to have created a halo around you, represented through your gazes and smiles. Still neither of you broke the silence, you didn't know what was the right thing to say or how you could express your feelings, but as if by magic that contraption made it easy.

Chris held out his hand to a pay phone a few metres away, how was it possible that it had saved your night on several occasions and now it saved your goodbyes?

"Chris? hey, it's me again," you covered your face with your hands to hide your laughter. "Listen I need your attention, remember I told you when you got to Boston some crazy stuff was going to happen? Great. Listen, when you get to the South Station you will meet someone, a girl," he stood silently looking at you. "You'll think she's lost and so you'll go up to her and talk to her.At first she will reject you, she will be cold and a little stubborn," a small laugh came from inside you, "but after a few minutes you will realise that she needs you, and as time goes by you will discover that you need her too," you parted your lips, you couldn't take your eyes off hers. "You'll think you met her at the South Station for some reason.At first she will reject you, she will be cold and a little stubborn," a small laugh came from inside you, "but after a few minutes you will realise that she needs you, and as time goes by you will discover that you need her too," you parted your lips, you couldn't take your eyes off hers. "You'll think you met her at the south station for some reason. So stay by her side, don't separate from her. I would if I could."

He was saying so much with those words that you could barely take in half of them at the time. Your gaze was clouded, you didn't know if it was from exhaustion or from what your ears were hearing, but it was easy to tell when you saw that Chris's blue eyes were on point.

"And... and when it comes time to say goodbye," he continued, looking away from you for a second, "you'll want to say so many things that you won't know how to say them, but what you learned that night is that it's best not to overcomplicate things, so please don't mess it up." Chris became somewhat serious and nodded. "Just look her in the eye, and... thank her for giving you the best night of your life."

Again silence came into your eyes, Chris looked a little stiff holding the phone in his hands, but just as he was about to hang it up something came into your mind.

"Oh wait!" you approached him and grabbed the phone to bring it up to your ear. "Chris? It's Y/N, please don't remember to activate your bank card. Okay."

Chris smiled, letting the air slowly leave his lungs, seeking relaxation. You slowly hung the phone back in its place, returning to your original position but having closed the distance to him. His smile disappeared just as he wiped away a small tear that fell on your right cheek, missing only a second for him to bring his lips to yours, closing the little distance you had. Just like the night before, you accepted the gesture with open arms, discovering the pleasurable pleasure of feeling him close to you. It was warm, tender, slow and pleasant, just as he had shown you during those hours what he was like.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, dropping his forehead to yours. "If you could just..."

"What?" you muttered still with your eyes closed.

The next thing you did conditioned you for your whole life, coincidences happen just as that wise man had told you a few hours ago, but it is only you who makes the decisions that will change your destiny. Two possibilities presented themselves in front of you, but you only had one option, take the train that was leaving in five minutes or stay there. You didn't know which was the right one, you didn't know what the end of each path would bring, you only knew what you wanted to do at that moment, you weren't afraid to do it, so for once in your life you thought about yourself, about what you wanted to do and you believed that maybe it wasn't the right thing to do, but it was what you needed.

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florenceandthemachine · 4 years ago

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talk to me about king christopher, intentionally or not, helping his two dads figure out they’re in love with each other 🤗 xoxo

cailee, you beautiful wonderful tropical fish, did you know you had a direct line to my soul with asks like this?

There was a very, very good reason that whenever anyone asked Edmundo Diaz about his son, the first word that he used to describe Chris was ‘smart’.

Chris was a caring boy, a kind boy, a kid who had known loss and grief in his life, more than any child should. He had survived earthquakes, tsunamis, surgeries, death, and that had shaped him into a kid that was incredibly sweet, empathetic, but most of all, smart.

Eddie knew it, of course; he was incredibly proud of his son, of the work he did in school, of the friends he made, of the person that he was growing into. Chris was bright, and he was bubbly, and he was whip quick in a way that Eddie sincerely wished he could be an adult, let alone as a kid—but that wit usually came as a double edged sword.

Because as proud as Eddie was of his son, Chris had a knack of thinking circles around everyone, himself included.

Eddie knew when he was being played for extra video game time, and knew damn well when Chris batted his eyes for a sick day from school, but Eddie figured that was about as far as things went. As far as Eddie was concerned, as long as his grades stayed up and he stayed happy with his friends, a little special treatment wouldn’t hurt.

So it only made sense that when Chris decided to wield his powers for good where his father was concerned, Eddie had no idea what was coming.

“Dad, can we go over to Buck’s house to play some video games tonight?”

Eddie smiled, watching Chris tilt his cell phone to get through whatever game he was playing in the rear view mirror as they made the trek home from Abuela’s. He had to admit, while the best possible thing that had come out of him joining the 118 was the easy friendship that he found with Buck, the easy friendship that Chris and Buck seemed to have made was a close second.

“I dunno buddy, Buck might already have dinner plans. Besides, you know it’s rude for us to invite ourselves over.” Eddie said, catching Chris’ eye in at a stoplight. He was thankful for their friendship, of course, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t feel a little guilty about monopolizing all of Buck’s time when they were both off the clock.

The look Chris gave him was thoroughly unimpressed as he held up Eddie’s phone, speaking like it was actually paining him to have to explain himself. “Dad, Buck was the one who asked. He says we should bring over pizza!”

...okay, Eddie might have felt bad about being attached to Buck at the hip, but that didn’t mean he was about to deny himself the pleasure when Buck was the one to initiate some time together. And Eddie definitely wasn’t going to say no when he knew that Chris was looking forward to spending time with Buck just as much as Eddie was.

Even if Eddie knew he enjoyed Buck’s company for entirely different reasons.

“Hey, thanks for having us over.” Eddie said softly, once pizza had been devoured, and Buck had his ass thoroughly kicked (With Chris, Buck definitely threw his matches—but with Eddie, well, there was no denying the cry of defeat whenever Eddie skimmed past him into first). “Chris loves spending time with you, you make his night whenever he gets to see you.”

Buck grinned back at him, that easy smile that made Eddie’s heart do things he didn’t care to identify as he shrugged his shoulders. “You know I love spending some time with my Diaz boys. This was definitely one of your better ideas.” he said easily, clearing the table, sliding the pizza box into the fridge.

Eddie opened his mouth to respond, pausing before any words could come out, a curious look crossing his face. He reached around Buck and grabbed two beers, handing one to Buck after he cracked them open. “You mean, thanks for the pizza. This was your idea, after all.”

It was Buck’s turn to look confused, swallowing a mouthful of beer as he pulled his phone out. “No, Eddie, pretty sure you sending me a message that said ‘game night, we’ll bring pizza’ was pretty clear.”

Eddie blinked as he looked at Buck’s phone—sure enough, the message was there plain as day, and he shot a curious look over to Chris, who was conked out on the couch. Buck followed his gaze, chuckling when he put two and two together, shaking his head. “Hey, go easy on him... after all, it’s not like I had any other plans.”

“Buck...”

“No, I’m serious.” Buck said, his face holding that soft, sweet grin. “After all, it’s... well, I like spending time with you. With, um, both of you I mean.” he murmured over the mouth of his beer bottle, pink raising in his cheeks as Eddie took a swig of his own. He didn’t trust himself to respond and instead linked his ankle with Buck’s beneath the table, trusting the gesture would say enough—and judging by the grin Buck shot him, the message was received loud and clear.

Unseen to either of them, Chris had a small smile on his face, peeking through his lashes as he watched the two from his space on the couch.

In retrospect, Buck probably should have asked what all was entailed in Career Day when Chris asked he and Eddie to show up to his school at 9am.

All he had expected was that he and Eddie would get to show the kids some of their tools, some of their gear, and then answer some questions. What he got was a room full of single moms (and dads) that were looking at Eddie like he was good enough to eat.

Which, let’s be real, Eddie was. Especially when he was partially suited up, PPE from the waist down, a 118 tee shirt, and the thick red suspenders to hold everything together. Saying he looked delicious was selling it short, but that didn’t mean Buck liked a room full of strangers being so blatant about it.

It was all he could do to stand back and not cause a scene as yet another mom walked up to Eddie and put her hand on his bicep, laughing at a joke far too loudly, for far too long. The only saving grace was the look that Eddie shot him while she had her head tossed back, rolling his eyes so hard that Buck thought he was going to hurt himself.

As Chris took his turn and made it up to the front of the class, Buck couldn’t deny feeling a little bit self conscious as he stood beside Eddie.

A room full of parents, with their kids, and then Buck.

He wasn’t jealous, okay?

And even if he was—

“This is my Dad, and this is my Buck! They’re firefighters!”

—Chris knocked that feeling out of him, his eyes nearly bugging out of his head as Chris started his presentation. A quick look at Eddie confirmed that he wasn’t the only one who caught the title, and he dipped his head with a little smile, not bothering to hide how pleased he was.

Pleased because he got to be Chris’ Buck. Not pleased because of the disappointed looks that he could see flicker across half of the single parents faces. Nope, that had nothing to do with it, and if it did, it was no secret that Chris was the real source of his joy.

“...they use their trucks and ladders to help keep us safe...”

Chris being an awesome kid was no surprise—Eddie was a great dad, okay?—but Buck still felt lucky that he got to see such a bright kid in his element like this, and even luckier that he got to help out whenever he could. He let his mind wander as Chris continued to speak, treading into dangerous territory. Chris had called him his Buck, so easily, like it was obvious, and for a moment Buck let himself wonder what it would sound like for Eddie to say the same.

“...and they’re super strong, too!”

Chris turned around, looking directly at Eddie, and Buck had to swallow a snort of a laugh as every eye in the room followed him. Eddie, to his credit, tried to save face, nodding his head. “Uh, we... workout every day?” he said, and Chris giggled as he looked over to Buck.

“Dad, you have to show them! Lift Buck up!”

Now it was Buck’s turn to feel every eye swivel over to him, and he was sure his face was bright red in record time. Was this part of the presentation? Did Chris mention this? Buck couldn’t be sure, but honestly, it didn’t exactly sound like something he would have agreed to. He caught Eddie’s eye and shrugged helplessly—after all, Eddie would be the one doing the heavy lifting, it was kind of out of his hands.

After a shared, barely-there nod, Eddie clapped his hands together, turning back to the class. “So, uh, this is called a fireman’s lift. It’s what we do when we have to carry someone out of a burning building, if they can’t walk out on their own. What we do is—“

“Have you ever had to do it before?” A blonde boy asked from the second row, his hand straight up in the air, eyes wide. His father, a corporate manager, didn’t look entirely pleased.

Eddie was all smiles, though, as he nodded and looked over to Buck. “We both have. Our job is to keep people safe, and this is the easiest way to do it.”

The clear hero worship may have helped Eddie become a little more comfortable, but for Buck, the situation didn’t matter—acting as a dead weight was always going to be a little weird. He sighed and opened his arms as Eddie stepped forward, and he was in the air before he could blink. He twisted his body as Eddie lifted so he could still face the class, focusing on Chris’ smile as his world went sideways.

If Buck thought it was awkward before, the dead silence that met him when Eddie spun around with Buck on his shoulders was completely deafening. It was all Buck could do to focus on keeping himself right side up, and not focus on the firm line of Eddie’s shoulders against his side, his strong hands on Buck’s thigh and wrapped around his arm—and thankfully Buck didn’t have long to follow that train of thought before there were twenty kids cheering for them, clapping wildly.

Okay, note to self; if you want to impress a room full of nine year olds, you just had to lift something heavy up.

Buck found himself smiling again, cheeks feeling permanently pink as Eddie brought him back down to the ground, turning to answer a few questions as they were swarmed with tiny bodies. He loved kids, he always had, and he was definitely in his element—but he couldn’t get the thought of Eddie’s hand on his thigh out of his mind.

He wasn’t sure if it was a blessing or a curse when the weight of Eddie’s arm looped around his waist, effectively anchoring him and sending him into another galaxy as Chris’ teacher took a picture of the three of them together.

As Buck leaned into Eddie’s touch, he couldn’t help but look down to Chris, who very much looked like the cat that got the canary—and Buck was content to assume that it was because he obviously had the coolest Career Day presentation.

After all, getting your Dad to deadlift your Buck certainly blew any investment bankers or realty agents out of the water.

“You know, if you actually want to watch a movie, you have to press play on the remote.”

“Shove it, Eds.”

His words were snippy, but Buck was all smiles as Eddie joined him in the loft, plate in hand, passing Buck a burger and a huge plate of chips as he crashed on the couch beside him. Buck had been listening to the menu theme of some action DVD that Chim had picked out for the better part of a half hour as he scrolled through his phone, his attention quickly pulled to the food. “What’s wrong, Bobby kick you off the grill again? Made you realize there was more to life than being a meathead?” Buck said with a teasing smile, and Eddie found himself laughing in spite of himself.

“Well, actually, Carla sent me a few pictures of Chris on his class trip to the zoo today, and I was going to show you, but...”

“Hey, no, what? I think it’s awesome that you’re a middle aged grill dad, you look great with that spatula, now show me the pictures!” Buck said, immediately back tracking, his pride an easy thing to swallow whenever Chris being adorable was involved.

Eddie snorted as he handed over his phone, letting Buck swipe through the photos, and if he happened to be looking at Buck more than he was looking at the photos, well that was his own business. Buck, mercifully, was plenty distracted—the sight of Chris and a peacock would do that to anyone, Eddie had already set it as his wallpaper.

“Eddie, your kid is so fucking cute.” Buck said as he looked back up at Eddie, smiling as he tapped at Eddie’s screen, undoubtedly forwarding a few of the images to his own phone. Buck’s phone was only second to Eddie’s when it came to cute pictures of Chris, and if Eddie had more than three brain cells bouncing around in his skull, he probably would have looked a little more deeply into that.

Eddie pulled his phone back as another message came through, eyes flickering over the text message as Buck took a huge bite of the burger Eddie brought him.

“Hey Buck?”

“Mmmphhgghh?”

“Say cheese.”

“Ehh, muhnuie!”

The picture was pretty disgusting, honestly—Buck had a mouth fit to bursting of burger, sauce and ketchup smeared over his cheek, eyes wide as he turned to the camera. “What? Chris wanted to see what we were doing today.” Eddie said innocently, saving the picture to his camera roll before sending it to Carla’s phone.

“Dad I need selfies of you and Buck!”

The message from Carla came through easy enough, though it was clear that Chris had taken over, and Eddie was still laughing at Buck when he read the message aloud. Buck’s scandalized look didn’t go away as he finally swallowed, and Eddie knew he was in trouble the moment Buck reached for his phone, ready for retaliation.

He couldn’t complain when he suddenly had an arm full of Buck, laughing easily as Buck fired up his selfie camera, but his laughter quickly turned into a sound of absolute horror as he felt ketchup against his cheek when Buck smushed their faces together, camera shutter firing rapidly.

“You are disgusting!” Eddie finally got out between laughs, shoving Buck aside, who looked all too pleased with himself as he furiously tapped at Eddie’s phone, undoubtedly sending the pictures to Carla (and probably Maddie, and Abuela, and maybe his own phone too).

He had to admit, when he finally got his phone back and looked over the pictures, he was a little uncomfortable—not because of the content, but because he had never known he was so fucking obvious when he was looking at Buck. He hadn’t understood the term heart eyes until now, and it kicked his anxiety up just a little bit—he needed to work on his subtlety.

Then again, the next time he caught a glimpse of Buck’s phone, he was stunned to see that the picture of the two of them had made Buck’s wallpaper...

...maybe Chris was on to something with the whole selfies idea.

“Hey Buck?”

“What’s up, bud?”

They had just finished what Buck would not hesitate to call one of the best nights of his life—Eddie and Chris had shown up with a truck packed full of food, blankets, chairs, and a huge, colorful umbrella. Buck had worried that Chris would be less than thrilled to be near the ocean after the tsunami, but his fears were completely misplaced—Chris took to the beach like a crab, and Buck’s heart felt lighter than it ever had every time he heard Chris’ laughter, getting to the point where he actually deleted a few apps from his phone to take some more photos.

The icing on the cake, though, was Chris insisting that Buck could read him his bedtime story that night. Eddie looked completely betrayed, even as he insisted it was fine.

It was fucking hilarious.

“You love me, right?”

Buck felt his brows raise into his hairline, closing the book as he nudged Chris’ shoulders. “Course I love you, buddy. You’re my favorite little man.” He said softly, the initial spike of concern easing in his heart when he watched Chris break out into a grin. He should have known it was a trap, but Chris was so cute, so unassuming, so—

“And you love Daddy too, right?”

—so damn sneaky.

Buck swallowed once he regained his bearings, nodding his head, glad for the dim light of Chris’ room to hide his blush. “Course I do kiddo. You and your dad are both very important to me.” Which, apparently, was the wrong thing to say, if the scrunch of Chris’ face was anything to go by.

“But you love him too, right? You love me and Daddy?”

Putting the long forgotten book down on the night table beside Chris’ bed, Buck pulled his arm around the kid easily, pressing a kiss to his mess of curly hair. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he opened his mouth to say something, anything, but the only thing that would come out was the truth. “Yeah, I love you and I love your dad too.” he murmured. It was the first time he had ever said that aloud before—and even as he felt his heart race, he felt lighter, to be able to get that off his chest, a secret that had been heavy on his heart for a long time.

“You should tell him that.”

Buck almost swallowed his tongue. Like he could sense his discomfort, Chris looked up, blinking owlishly without his glasses, a small smile on his lips. “It makes me happy when you tell me you love me. I bet it would make Daddy happy too.” he said with a little shrug, and Buck actually surprised himself with a little laugh.

“How did you get so smart, kid?”

Another kiss goodnight and Buck had the door shut behind him, walking on the balls of his feet as he returned to the kitchen, where Eddie was still scrubbing at a dish—and if that wasn’t enough of a red flag, the red tint to his cheeks and the way he shyly looked up at Buck told him all he needed to know. Shy was just not a typical look for Eddie.

“Edmundo Diaz, were you eavesdropping on your sons bedtime story?” Buck asked, his voice light and teasing, even as his face heated up. If Eddie had been listening in, there was no way to tell just how much he had heard, but while the thought usually pushed Buck into a spiral of despair, all he felt now was a strange sense of warmth.

Eddie looked up at him cautiously, chewing his lip. “What? It’s not my fault, I had to make sure the story you picked was up to his standards, and that you... did all the voices, and—“

“I meant it.”

Wow, fuck, Buck just blurted that out. He felt his jaw clamp shut as Eddie’s gaze snapped to him, Eddie’s eyes as wide as his own.

“Buck...”

“I’m serious, Eddie. I meant it, I... I mean it.” Buck’s feet are moving of his own accord, closing the distance between them until Buck could reach out and touch Eddie if he wanted. Well, if he could get his arms to respond. “You and Chris, you’re the most important people in the world to me, and... and I do, I love you. And I think, I think you love me too.”

Eddie couldn’t think, couldn’t respond, couldn’t do anything other than move forward and pull Buck into his space completely. Their first kiss was a little rough—bumped noses, off center, but even then Eddie could feel fireworks—and when they reconnected, when Buck’s lips met his properly, it was all Eddie could do to remain upright.

He kept his hands around Buck when they pulled back to breathe, their foreheads resting against one another, and Eddie’s cheeks were literally hurting he was smiling so hard. Buck’s little laugh was all Eddie could hear, all he ever wanted to hear for the rest of his life—so he couldn’t be blamed for failing to hear a pair of little feet leaving the kitchen, back through the hallway, or the nearly silent closing of Chris’ bedroom door.

Chris didn’t need to stick around to see the end result—adults were so gross—but he was pleased enough to see that his hard work and careful planning had paid off, knowing that his dad and his Buck would be happier than ever now that they were finally smooching (even if it had taken forever!).

His dads were a little slow on the uptake sometimes, sure, but that was okay.

After all, Chris would be there to give them a little push whenever they needed.

#eddie diaz #evan buckley #chris diaz #chris diaz is a little genius #chris diaz: professional matchmaker #buddie #buddie fic #911 #flospeaks #floanswers #mutually assured devotion #buckleydiazs

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lozzypoz321 · 4 years ago

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A/N by @morizoras-cave: this was even more fun than the last fic, loz is so so funny and so so talented and i just feel so comfortable writing with her :) also so many… bad things… happened while we wrote this. I mean it was chaotic.. I hope you enjoy its LONG

A/N by lozzypoz321: this was so much fun to write and I loved it!! Honestly you do not want to know what happened behind the scenes because that was a m e s s. Vic is such and amazing writer and deserves so much love! Hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: bad language!

Sleepover (Collab)

“Kid, open the door!” your head snapped to the door of your hotel room. You recognised Sebastian’s voice coming from outside. “Open up!”

“I’m coming” you yelled, padding over to the door and opening up. Sebastian and Anthony stood out there. They looked oddly child-like as they stood there with their sleeping bags and dressed in pjs. You snorted. “Well, hello to you too!”

“Don’t laugh, N/n, this is serious.” Anthony said as you walked out, you also dressed in your marvel pjs and with a sleeping bag in hand. Although, you thought, it was hard to take him seriously when he was dressed in Winnie The Pooh slippers.

“Whatever you say, man.”

The entirety of the marvel cast had planned a sleepover on set. It was very secret, apparently. You didn’t know the full story, but they had seemingly asked the directors if they could have an onset sleepover and they’d refused, so someone had to steal a key. It was a whole process, but nonetheless you found yourself on the way to set at around 10:30.

“Is anyone bringing snacks?” you asked. You, Seb and Anthony were walking down the street. You could see the set already. “Damn, I hope so” Anthony mumbled and you all continued walking.

When you got there Elizabeth was standing outside, holding the door open with what you assumed was the stolen key. She ushered you inside. “You’re late and for some reason I’m not surprised.”

Inside all the others were already waiting, the entirety of the cast. Notably, you could see that Robert, Scarlett and Mark had created a pillow fort, and were hiding out in the coziness with a bag of popcorn.

“Welcome, late-comers!” Robert greeted you dramatically, standing up in his Iron Man onesie. “You’ve missed the pizzas. You know, because you’re late!”

“It’s fine, we already ate. Which is why we’re late,” Sebastian pointed nodded to Anthony. You nodded along.

Everyone sat down on a large stretch of couches, blankets and pillows, where Elizabeth had placed a projector pointed to an empty wall of the set. You sat down with Tom (Hiddleston), Sebastian and Mark. It was a rather weird thing to see so many grown men and women (that you had previously had respect for) in their most colourful pjs, but you supposed it was on you to expect any differently from this cast of people.

Chris (Evans) had picked a movie and, unsurprisingly, he picked Iron Man 1. Robert protested for about two seconds, before he let everyone shower him in compliments because that movie was so damn good. “Okay okay, I guess we can watch it if we really have to”

Scarlett lightly laughed and pressed a button on the projector to start the movie after placing the disk inside that Chris (Evans) had brought from his collection at his house. “Where’s the snacks?” You heard Chris (Hemsworth) loudly whisper to Scarlett who sat next to him.

“Ooh do we have popcorn?” You quietly asked Sebastian who nodded and reached across Anthony who was laid next to him to retrieve the salted popcorn that Mark had gotten just for you as he was in charge of the snack committee. Chris (Evans) silently got up, after making sure nobody noticed him (except from you), and crawled across the room in his rapunzel pjs on his hands and knees to reach Robert who was now on the verge of unconsciousness with dribble falling from the side of his mouth. Trying to be discreet, he raised his hands scarily behind him, gaining everybody’s attention in the room except Robert, and suddenly pounced on him in a playful manner.

The man leapt up without warning with wide eyes the size of dinner plates and held his hands up as if he was doing karate in a mode of self defence. Everybody in the room burst out laughing at his reaction, Chris (Evans) reaching for his left pec as he leant back on his knees in a full on belly laugh. “You looked like you were a 6 year old girl” Scarlett laughed out and shook her head towards the man, who was now grumbling as he sat back down on his spot with an abundance of blankets by his side.

“All the snacks are gone” Anthony exclaimed to the cast, making Tom (Hiddleston) look up from the screen and ponder “well we could do something that doesn’t require food” he suggested, making everyone look at him to continue.

“I mean, we could play hide and seek?”

“Oh!” You exclaimed excitedly, one of your first inputs of the night “I’d love to play hide and seek! My dad used to do it with me all the time!”

Your happy demeanour made them all smile as you began explaining how he would hide next to you while your brother tried to find both of you. “Well it’s settled then, we’re playing hide and seek!” Chris (Hemsworth) announced in his Australian accent, before you could be told twice, you jumped up and grabbed Sebastian's hand before racing out of the room, not even giving anybody a second glance.

“Woah, where are we going?” Sebastian chuckled, following your rapid footsteps. “Don’t worry about this, Seb, I’ve the perfect hiding spot!” It was a little bit embarrassing to admit, but every time you entered a new place, you thought about the best hiding spots (in case of an unwarranted game of hide and seek).

You pulled Sebastian into the costume room and shuffled awkwardly into the back. There, you found your masterful hiding place. It was a vent, but not a small one. It was big. Sebastian looked at you in surprise. “Not bad, Y/n.”

You popped the cover right off, catching Sebastian off guard. “I unscrewed it back in February,” you explained and jumped inside. Sebastian seemed to want to question you further, but instead just shrugged to himself and followed you inside, closing the vent cover behind him.

“This really is the perfect place,” he mumbled, voice echoing slightly in the vents. It was pretty cold, but stable. “And hey, didn’t you say that your dad used to hide with you?” He asked while looking around the airy place. “Oh, um, yeah” you said sheepishly, just now remembering the moment in the other room.

“Um- I-I mean, not that you’re my- Like, my dad-” you stammered, blushing at the awkward moment, “Like- My dad is my dad- You’re just- I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to make this awkward, I just-”

“Shut up!” Sebastian hissed suddenly. You looked at him, taken aback. He was staring out the vent covers, and then looked back at you with a grin. He pointed to it silently. Your brows furrowed, and you looked out. You saw Chris in the room, hand holding a flashlight while aiming it around the room, trying to find a sign of anybody. You held your breath.

“I know you’re in here! I can smell your fear!” he yelled trying to act scary. Meanwhile, he just looked kind of goofy in his Disney princess pjs. You saw Sebastian beside you, trying not to laugh. His face was contorted into a forced frown, but a smile still crept up the corners of his mouth. Seeing his face, you started feeling the urge to laugh too.

You both laughed silently, trying so hard to not give away your position to Chris. You were failing miserably.

“I will find you!” Chris said again, and this time Sebastian let out a laugh, immediately clamping a hand over his mouth. His eyes widened and so did yours. Chris stopped moving, snapping his head around furiously. “Who was that? Where are you?”

You saw the moment Sebastian decided to give up on hiding, as he just suddenly started laughing like a maniac. You did too, both of you clutching your stomachs. Chris scoffed and tore the vent cover off, revealing the two of you laughing uncontrollably.

“Come on, guys, it wasn’t that funny!” Chris sighed, but he was wrong, it was definitely that funny. You guys went back to the movie room. Robert, Tom, Scarlett and Anthony had all already been found.

“Welcome to the losers!” Tom grumbled. You both sat down with him and chatted while waiting for the others to turn up. The next was Mark, who had been hiding under a table, and then Elizabeth who wasn’t even trying, but was somehow second last anyway.

Then came the waiting game. Hemsworth, the biggest of you all, the goofiest, and seemingly the easiest to spot, was still at large. Chris was hopelessly searching, but came back every ten minutes with a more and more depressed look on his attractive face.

“I can’t find him!” he admitted finally. There was a collective sigh, and then everyone started searching together, simultaneously calling out “Chris! The aussie one!” Eventually you did find him, crammed behind a couch uncomfortably.

When you finally did, Anthony (as well as several others) seemed to have only grown hungrier, and the need for snacks was larger than ever. “I swear to god if we don’t find food right now I may just quit the job” Anthony swore and huffed as he crossed both his arms over his chest. “That seems a bit dramatic but okay” Scarlett laughed as the ten of you rounded a corner in the building to only come face to face with an abundance of vending machines that everyone used at break and you all had seemingly forgotten about. “Woah” Tom said, impressed at the arrangement.

“Food galore” Elizabeth expressed and was the first one to walk towards, closer to the arrangement, leaving the rest of you by the wall with your jaws dropped. “If I’m sick, don’t blame it on me” you quietly expressed, making Mark laugh from his spot next to you.

Trying not to seem too excited, Anthony ran forward, eyes following each and every item of edible food and drink. “I think you better hurry up” Tom commented from his spot the furthest from you, noticing the way Anthony and Chris were now eyeing your favourite type of chips.

“Umm yeah, that sounds like a good idea”

You, Robert and Sebastian immediately went over to the vending machine that was holding doritos, lays, and other classic chips. “Um, about earlier,” you mumbled to the Romanian man as Robert began to shake the machine with force, hoping something would fall down “I didn’t mean it like that” your cheeks flooded with embarrassment as the memory came flashing back to you.

But before you could start apologising even more, he stopped you and sent a reassuring smile your way “don’t worry about it Y/N, I know what you meant.” He gave your shoulder a small squeeze, before going back to watching Robert yelling at the Doritos to “fall out, you big pussy!”

Before Chris (Evans) and Tom could come over to your side of the room to be responsible adults and make a rational decision, Chris (Hemsworth) had already come bounding over to you and kicked the glass where the chips were held behind. He put full force behind the kick, so it shattered and fell loudly with a crash to the ground.

“Erm. Good idea?”

For no reason at all the situation was just funny to you, so while everyone in the room was stood still shocked (apart from Hemsworth who rocked back and forth on his feet sheepishly) you began to laugh(bitch). “What’s funny? You could literally cut your feet if you move!” Tom exclaimed with wide eyes, “you can’t get hurt we need to return you to your mom the same as we got you!”

Without warning Chris (Evans) ran over to you, making sure to carefully avoid the glass panes. “I’m not getting sued for this shit” he muttered as he picked you up and brought you over to a corner, which was a safe distance away from the wreckage.

“Alright, this has gotten out of hand,” Mark ran a hand through his hair, as he surveyed the broken glass on the floor in distress. Elizabeth nodded. You made eye contact with Scarlett and Anthony, who very clearly didn’t share the same concern that Mark and Elizabeth did. You all giggled quietly.

“But uh, let’s take advantage of the situation, eh?” Chris (Hemsworth) pulled a couple bags of doritos out of the broken vending machine, “Free doritos?” He shook the bags playfully. There was a moment where people seemed to question whether they prioritized their dignity of the free doritos, and it’s fair to say that a large number of them chose the doritos.

You all went back to the movie room, collapsing on your mattresses and blankets, with your snacks. But before any of you could begin to focus on the movie once again, a sudden gasp broke out from across the room. “He has the last bag of Doritos!”

“No I don’t” Hemsworth was quick to deny Elizabeth’s claim but everyone could see the full bag that he had attempted to stuff under his blanket. All of a sudden, Scarlett leapt out of her sleeping bag, trying to reach the chips before he did, but unfortunately all the gym workouts he had been going to (or yoga lessons you weren’t really sure) were paying off, as he held the woman at bay so he could grab the snack and hold it far out of her reach.

“Give it” she grunted and tried to reach past his grip and take the chips for herself, but before she had a chance, Chris (Evans) jumped up from his spot over by Tom and snatched the bag from him, holding a victorious grin on his face. Chris (Hemsworth) pouted angrily at his costar, not bothering to fight back as he knew it would be a losing battle (he was captain America for Christ’s sake). But you had a trick up your sleeve, you wanted those chips and you were going to get them whether it was the last thing you did.

Picking up the pillow beside you, you held it up as a shield as ran forward as fast as you could, taking in the confused expression Chris held in his face before you smashed into his stomach, knocking the air out of your lungs but unfortunately, not his.

He chuckled deeply as you smashed back into the wooden floors groaning as the pain surged through you. “I don’t think that worked as well as you thought it would” Mark commented from his comfortable spot on his mattress.

“No, it really didn’t”

The movie ended, and slowly but surely people started going to bed. There were yawns and stretches around you all bundled together on the floor. You too found yourself growing tired, stuffing yourself into your sleeping bag and getting comfortable.

“Goodnight!” you murmured and those who were awake mumbled it back drowsily. You distinctly heard Sebastian mutter back to you from his sleeping bag “shut up, I’m tired”. You chuckled for the last time that night, as soon sleep overcame you.

Then, at the the crack of dawn, a scream came from the nearest entrance: “WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK-”

And that was the inspiring story of how body searches became a daily routine on set, so the Russos could make sure no one had gotten their grubby hands on an extra key.

@rooskaya-yelena @deephideoutmilkshake @kidney9-9 @marvel-ous-hobbit @snarky--starky @rae-is-typing @stargazingfangirl18 @canadianhufflepuffavenger @herecomesthewriterwitch @every-marveler-ever

#sebastian stan x child!reader #chris evans x child!reader #RDJ x child!reader #chris hemsworth x child!reader #elizibeth olsen x child!reader #tom hiddleston x child!reader #mark ruffalo x child!reader #scarlett johanson x child!reader #anthony mackie x child!reader #marvel cast x child!reader #mcu cast x child!reader #marvel cast #mcu cast

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angelkurenai · 5 years ago

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Imagine Sebastian organising an event to raise money for a good cause and wanting to ask you, a famous singer and his not-so-secret crush, to sing but being too afraid too. So his manager does so as a surprise for him.

“And are the guests' seats ready? Did you check the numbers once more? Maria told me some of them have brought more than two plus members with them while others barely one, is that going to cause some kind of confusion with the seats?”

Sebastian had to keep himself from running his fingers through his hair for what seemed like the hundredth time that night. Not that could get that carried away with the warning looks his manager gave him, seriously how did the man even do that? Every single time, he seemed to appear out of thin air as if he was lurking around every single corner of the huge place just to make sure Sebastian was presentable and had everything under control. Not that part of him wasn't thankful for that too, he more than was. He couldn't look a mess, he was practically the host, organizing everything along with his team, and he had to look his absolute best despite how hard his nerves were making it for him to. It was as expected both exciting, exhilarating even, and nerve wracking to the fullest.

He was happy with how many people had showed up, the vast majority of them celebrities and people with wealth that could really help and a serious amount of money could be raised and a lot people would benefit from that, and of course terrified because of how much organizing the whole event still needed and he wanted everything to be perfect. Had it not been for his manager and friends he didn't know if he'd be able to pull it all off. Especially if they kept running into problems like the one at the moment.

“Everything has been sorted out, sir. It is nothing we had not anticipated, nothing to worry about.” the young woman didn't know the kind of relief her words brought to him but he'd forever be thankful “Tables and numbers set out and are right now being handed to the guests. Once they enter the main dining hall the waiters will escort them slowly but surely.”

“And the food? I have the feeling some arrived earlier, will that be an issue?”

“No, not at all. The first course is being prepared as we speak and by the point everyone's finished with their drinks and gets escorted to their table, it will be ready and in place.” she smiled, her words sounding more melodic than the actual music playing in the background “And we have plenty of time until that happens so if you'd like to, we could go one more time over the details of the auction later? Come in to check if you'd like?”

Sebastian's lips parted, ready to speak, but it wasn't even a few seconds before someone else beat him at it. Whether he was thankful for that or not he still had no idea.

“Only if he wants to be smacked right in the head with a- What's Scarlett's bag? Loui Vuitton? That.” it was no surprise when he turned to see Anthony alongside Chris, giving him a look which he tried to roll his eyes at but failed brushing off.

“Maybe Elizabeth's will do better? Looks heavier and with those stones, it'll hurt worse.” Chris suggested with a smirk, making Anthony nod his head.

“Why don't you try surviving trying to take their purses from them before planning on how to use them as a weapon against me hm?” it didn't mean that a funny banter wouldn't make things better.

“Hey, I ain't gonna need a purse to begin with. If I wanna kick you to get some sense into that brain of yours, I can get creative.” Anthony said casually but truth was that Sebastian could picture all the ways that could go wrong at the moment – because he didn't doubt for a second that he would do as threatened – and he really couldn't afford to.

“Rose, I'll come meet with you later. If you could go find Josh, I'll come find you guys later.” he said to the young woman, who was thankfully fast to nod and get back to work, allowing him to dedicate his full attention to his friends that he realized were not only the two men but were also joined by the two fore-mentioned ladies “I hope you understand I'm doing this only for the sake of my team's efforts and keeping you guys from starting another war in here.”

“Uh technically that would only be him.” Scarlett shrugged, pointing at Chris who rolled his eyes “And I don't think that it was the plan here. You haven't stopped even for five minutes, you know that?”

“I don't understand what you're trying to say, Scarlett.” he mumbled, quickly snatching a flute of champagne from a passing waiter and all in what seemed like a blink of an eye downed more than half of it.

“That.” Elizabeth spoke up “That is what she's trying to say. You've been practically running around non-stop. You need to catch a break, this, after all, is for a good cause and a chance to be around friends. Just relax and enjoy this! You're supposed to feel happy too, not just your guests.”

“She's got a point there. You look like you're on the verge of a beak-down. You haven't stopped to calm down even for five minutes man!” Anthony nearly exclaimed.

“That's nonsense. I have stopped for-” he paused, frowning in thought “I must have-”

“No, no you haven't.” Chris said matter-of-factly “Stop trying to remember a moment, cause there was none. Now however you have it. Cause it's either that or a food war right after the auction is done.”

“Oh speaking of the auction, you organized that too?” Chris asked, taking a sip of his drink.

“All of it, yes. Thankfully that was the easiest part, many of the guests tonight were glad to donate precious pieces they had.”

“You mean you're not one of the pieces too?” Anthony looked at him with all the shock he could muster “Damn, then you're not gonna earn lots of money pal, I'm sorry. Might do something but not much. No, no I'm serious- Imagine what would happen if you actually put yourself up for auction. A night with Sebastian Stan! No, even better, a night in Sebastian Stan's bed. Who wouldn't wanna put money on that?”

Everyone laughed “Sorry to disappoint. I hope they'll earn enough money from the rest. It goes without saying that I'm waiting for you guys to do the same too.” Sebastian gave his friends a look.

“See? Always using me! Whether it be for my money or my body, this man gives no care about what I feel.” Chris said almost a little too seriously, taking a big of his drink and easily making the rest of his friends burst into laughter.

“And that is the first easy smile we see tonight. See what we mean?” Scarlett said with a more soft and even sad smile that Sebastian couldn't help but nod his head at.

“I know an I really appreciate you guys being here for that. It's just until this get a bit more settled that I will be able to fully relax.” he sighed “Besides that, though, how are you guys enjoying the night?”

“I'm not one to easily admit this, but damn you Stan, you've done an incredible job! I'm definitely taking some of this later home, I'm warning you.” Anthony tapped his glass with his drink, making his friend chuckle and nod his head.

“Don't worry, I've got you. I've already made sure to keep a bottle or two for you.”

“No, really, everything's amazing. And we're barely halfway through. I mean-” the smile grew on Chris' lips in a way that Sebastian didn't want to know the meaning behind “Besides the drinks or the décor or everything else, the music is incredible too! You've got some big names singing tonight I see?”

“Yeah uh-” he cleared his throat, playing with his glass for a couple seconds too long “I had a hand in that. Though I mostly just contacted the first singers that came to my mind.”

“Really?” Chris raised an eyebrow, sharing a look with Anthony who was trying to hide his smile behind his drink “Because we haven't see (Y/n) tonight. I mean, I expected it would expect her to be singing the opening songs, and the ones in the middle and the ones in the end. And really this would most likely turn into a small concert.”

“Why would you say-” Sebastian started in a small, low voice, with a frown.

It make Chris scoff and smirk though “Why? Because your playlist consists of only her songs, that's why. I'm surprised you even remembered the names of the singers here tonight enough to call them. To you there is no greatest singer than her!”

“I swear, I came prepared for him to be a mess of nerves because of her but she's not even around!”

“Honestly it would only be hours upon hours upon hours of her on that stage and us listening to her because he'd be too carried away to remember to get her to stop or move on with the event.” Scarlett said with a smirk of her own.

“That is, you mean, if he ever remembered that there are guests in the room. I bet you, he'd just listen to her music and look at her like a lovesick puppy!” Anthony added, making everyone but Sebastian laugh.

“Oh please, he'd forget his own name! There is no way he'd remember why we're here, that's totally irrelevant. No surprise she's not here, would he even know how to speak if he had to ask her?” Elizabeth grinned and the rest laughed once more except Sebastian who pursed his lips.

He could utter a full sentence if he wanted to, thank you very much. After a lot of practice, sure, and he'd definitely need like an hour or so to prepare himself before he called you but he knew he'd be able to do it. Even if he had tried doing so and always backed from the phone every single time. It was better if they didn't know that.

“Forget his name? Maybe forget how to breathe better yet! We'd have to call a freaking ambulance here. He'd never have been this close to her, isn't it?”

“Oh but there was that red carpet, she was standing at the other end and I swear to you when they made eye-contact he almost faint-”

“Hey!” Sebastian exclaimed, maybe a little too loudly but the music was still pleasantly loud enough to cover up for him “Enough, alright? Enough. You've had your fun, even if I don't understand where all this is coming from. I- I don't- That is not how things happened. For one.” he cleared his throat even though a bit awkwardly “And for another, it just... didn't come up. There were other great artists who wanted to be part of this that I thought it would be good to give them a chance. Some of them are new in the business too, it would do good. And besides, you complain that I- I talk too much about her and listen only to her music, that I make you listen to it- Even though you have to admit you like it too. So I thought that maybe I'd do you guys a favor. That's all.” he shrugged and it was so believable that he'd easily say this was the best acting he'd done in his entire life. He looked so unbothered about it that he could definitely congratulate himself for it if it came to that. But his friends didn't have to know that.

Just like they didn't need to know that he'd been trying to gather up the courage to speak to you but he always got too nervous to go further with his plans. They knew very well about his crush on your, much as he denied it more often than he could count, there was no need to make things worse.

A moment of silence followed after his small rant and he didn't know if he was thankful or not, not when his friends kept sharing looks with one another until Anthony spoke up “I call b-fucking-s. Man, are you trying to convince yourself or what? Cause there is no changing our opinions, that's for sure.”

And yet, just as he was about to reply he didn't get the opportunity to, it seemed like the universe did not want him to win this argument. Probably never in his life.

“Sshh” Scarlett looked at something behind his back “I get the feeling he'll want to hear this next song out.”

Even the smallest “What?” he managed to mutter seemed to have been swallowed by the loud applauding and the fact that his entire world swirled when Scarlett made him turn before it all came to an absolute horrifying yet the most beautiful halt.

“This is a man's world.

This is a man's world.

But it would be nothing, nothing.

Without w woman or a girl.”

“Oh hey, look, it's not-the-love-of-your-life.” Anthony teased, chuckling. But it felt merely like an echo in his ears, very far away from him, as he felt more and more pulled into your mere presence. Your singing easily able to help create a world only for him at the moment.

“He's not replying, is he ok?” Chris asked after a good few second because they had indeed already passed and he had not even realized it.

You were there. You were trully there, looking like something straight out of his dreams. But he wasn't dreaming, it was all real. You were standing on the small stage and singing and goodness you looked stunning but it took his breath away even more when he realized you looked at him and your smile got even bigger. Was he smiling too? He didn't know, he couldn't think and he most certainly didn't care. You were there and while he was struggling to breathe, though that could be the bow-tie's fault too, it felt like the most beautiful feeling in the world to feel his heart beating in that way.

The rest of the world vanished and for all his nerves, for all his fears, it felt so much worth it. Even more than that. Holding your gaze, for real, for long enough, felt good and it felt right.

...

“Uh is he alright? Is he- Is he gonna pass out or something? Seems like his legs are not holding him well, I think.” Chris asked with a frown.

“Oh he better not. That suit is worth over a good thousand dollars, he is the host and he has things to see to.” Sebastian's manager said sternly “I invited her over because I was sick and tired of him staring at his phone with her number like a kicked puppy wanting its owner back. But that doesn't mean he's gonna mess things up now. Later, once it's all over, he can fanboy all he wants. Or ask her to marry him. Whichever.”

“Somehow-” Anthony snickered “I think we should all better start looking for wedding gifts people.”

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FACE family headcanons

This is older, and I didn’t know the characters as well as I do now when I wrote this, but I’m writing more headcanons so I thought I’d put this out there

When England gets really upset, he slips into old English, and no one has a clue what he's saying. He sounds like he's speaking German, bit it's not quite right, and he confuses everyone

Alternatively, he slips into a random language. Maybe French, maybe old English, maybe Norse, it's unpredictable

America makes really odd decisions when it comes to food. He'll mix two foods that seem like they would be disgusting together but they aren't. That isn't to say that they're particularly good either, but they aren't bad

Canada is a good cook. He gets it from France, who taught him a lot of stuff that he took to heart. Also a lot of stuff he completely ignored

Canada accidentally flirts a lot. He doesn't even realise he's doing it. He's just talking to someone, and they're swooning

He also doesn't realize when he's being flirted with. He registers it as flirting, he grew up with France, he isn't an idiot, but he thinks he's probably mistaken, because who would want to flirt with him?

France once tried to get Canada to call England really rude names, but it backfired, and he ended up complimenting him

America knows lots of phrases in other languages. He isn't fluent in any other than English, but he can make simple requests in plenty

He's also conversational in Spanish. It's a bit disjointed, and his grammar isn't great, but you can understand the point he's getting at

Canada knows a bit of Spanish too, though he isn't fluent either, and when he needs to speak Spanish he keeps a dictionary on him because he isn't quite conversational

Canada gets upset with America easily and often, and struggles to forgive him, but in the end, he has a soft spot for him and caves every time

Occasionally he'll get fed up with America and yell at him, and while he pretends to have not heard due to being distracted, he always does and it bothers him

America knows how rude he can be, and how overbearing he is, and wants to try to be better, but in the end he gets too caught up in having fun that he doesn't realize he's being an asshole. He still feels terrible about it afterward

England has freckles. They only show during the summer and are very faint, but they're there

The reason Canada has grown out his hair is so he won't get mistaken for America as much. It's barely helped, sadly. He also did it in an attempt to resemble France more because he looked up to him so much

When presented with just one of the brothers, England struggles to differentiate which one it is, but when seeing them side by side, he can always tell them apart

England and France both prefer their own little brother, and neither attempt to claim they don't have favorites. They constantly argue about who's better, America or Canada.

The boys think it's stupid, but secretly enjoy watching them argue. It's a confidence booster for Canada, having France point out everything good about him

Queen is both England and America's favorite band, though America listens to a lot of different bands and artists

France like more classical music, though he also likes love songs

Canada listens to just about anything and doesn't really have a preference or favorite

England listens to the Beatles and Queen and that's about it. Not saying they're bad, not at all, but he never listens to anything else. If someone is playing something else, he will just tune it out and mentally play some other song over it. Or actually play another song over it just to piss the other person off. He also listens to a lot of rock, though he'll never admit it

America loves meeting his celebrities. He has a book of autographs from throughout the years of his favorites. He plans to get Chris Evan's next

He also has signatures from all the characters at Disneyland. He got as many as he could as soon as he could, and gets in line as quickly as he can whenever a new character is added to the parks

France likes to stand dramatically on balconies overlooking his city. If you find France on your balcony holding a wine glass gazing out into the night, don't freak out and call the cops, he's just being France

France has revealed to random citizens that he's the actual embodiment of their country despite it being a national secret. They rarely believe him anyway

England calls the queen mom on a regular basis. She's used to it

America called George Washington dad on accident once, and Martha joked about adopting him, and George said they wouldn't be able to handle him with his superstrength and all. He's also accidentally called other presidents of his dad. None had quite a positive reaction

England used to jokingly call America Hercules, and they still joke about it to this day. Mostly America though

America loves poptarts. On busy days he'll eat them for breakfast. Just poptarts, nothing else. He also likes bagels with cream cheese

America eats a lot of breakfasts that shouldn't be considered breakfasts

-Poptarts

-Bagels

-Donuts

-Toast and jam

-PB&J

-Just the first thing he pulls from the fridge

-Ice cream

America eats a lot. It's why he's seen eating junk food so much. He can just stop by McDonald's on his way to a meeting and pick up a hundred hamburgers and give large sodas

He eats really unhealthily purely because that's what's easiest to get in bulk. He eats bbq a lot too. And steak. And chicken. And anything with meat, really

He eats so much because he needs to eat a lot to keep up his strength. Being a superpower doesn't come easy!

America picked his human name to be Alfred when he first became a nation. After Davie died he took his last name. After he became independent of England, he changed his last name to Freedom briefly. He felt bad after a while, and felt he wasn't properly honouring his fallen friend, so he changed his last name back to Jones, and now his middle name is Freedom, hence the F

Canada and America go on hunting trips together occasionally, and will hunt invasive species in an area. Sometimes they just relocate them instead of killing them

Sometimes Canada will forget a word in English, but remember it in French, so he'll just sit there mumbling to himself, trying to figure it out, listing synonyms, until either it clicks or France recalls it for him

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