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tell-me-when-ur-ready · 3 years ago

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Bridesmaid Dress (”Let Me Ravish You”)

Summary: She’d dragged him along to the wedding that weekend as her plus one. He didn’t know a single person there. All he could think about was getting her out of that bridesmaid’s dress and into bed.

Warnings: Smut, one curse word lol

Word count: 1,600

Author’s note: Why does nobody write fanfiction for Evan Roderick? Evan Roderick is hot. I loved him in Spinning Out and if he doesn’t play Nikolai Lantsov in Shadow and Bone I will sue. Anyway, come enjoy this self-indulgence and someone else please join me with writing Evan Roderick fanfic.

She’d dragged him along to the wedding that weekend as her plus one. She was a bridesmaid, standing by an old high school friend. He didn’t know a single person there. His eyes were on her the whole time, as she walked down the aisle and stood at the front of the church and swished her way back down.

After the ceremony, he cornered her in front of the church with a kiss on her forehead. “You look amazing,” he said, taking in the deep red floor-length dress. The straps were slipping off her shoulders. She looked flushed and happy, her bouquet dangling carelessly from her hand.

“Thanks. Wasn’t it gorgeous?”

“Mmhm.” Honestly, he’d barely seen the ceremony or the bride and groom. He’d been too focused on her. She was already dancing away, calling something to another guest; he caught her hand and pulled her back to him, going for her lips.

“Ah, ah, ah.” She shook a finger in front of his face before he could make contact. “Can’t mess up the lipstick.”

He pouted. “I haven’t been able to kiss you all day. Do you even know how hard that’s been?”

“My lips aren’t the only place you could kiss me.”

His eyes bugged out. She swayed past him with a self-satisfied grin. “Come on, babe. We have to get over to the reception.”

They drank, but didn’t get drunk. He felt drunk just at the sight of her. He hung back while she jumped around the dance floor with her friends, scream-shouting 2010s hits so enthusiastically that her carefully-wrought updo came loose and tumbled down around her face. He wanted more than anything to drag her into a dark corner somewhere, twirl those curls around his fingers, run his hands up and down the tight bodice of her dress.

He thought he’d combust before the bride and groom finally left in a cloud of bubbles. He waited impatiently while she said goodbye to everyone and gathered up all of her things.

“What time is it?” she groaned as they walked to the car.

“Um. 11:30.”

“I can’t wait to get out of this dress.”

“And I can’t wait to get you out of that dress.”

“Evan!” Her gaze snapped to his. They had reached the car and he pressed her against the door, his arms bracketing her body. When he spoke, his voice came out low.

“What? It’s not like it’s a secret. You can’t expect to walk around looking like that all day long and then get upset when the only thing I can think about is getting you in bed.”

She fisted the collar of his suit and pulled him toward her. “Lipstick’s gone, babe.” They kissed long and desperate, his tongue exploring her mouth, his hand first on her cheek and then in her hair and then moving downward.

“Get a room!” yelled another bridesmaid from across the parking lot.

Evan straightened up and dug for his keys. “Working on it.”

He drove to their hotel probably a little faster than was safe. He kept glancing over at her in the dark car. The streetlights caught her earrings, held them in a sparkle. He kissed her in the hotel elevator and was on her mouth again as soon as the door to their room swung shut behind them, barely giving her time to drop her purse and bag on the floor.

“I’ve been waiting all day to rip you out of that dress.”

“No!” She wiggled out of his grip. “There will be no ripping! I spent way too much money on this dress for you to rip it. I’m going to sell it. I have to keep it nice.”

“Okay, fine. How about this?” He gave her body a quick up-and-down; God, she was beautiful. “I’ll take it off delicately, step by step, and ravish you like the princess you are.”

Her eyes sparked, intrigued. “Go on.”

“Shoes first.” He gestured for her to sit down on the bed so he could kneel in front of her, removing one high heel and then the other. She groaned in pleasure when he rubbed the ball of her foot.

“These were not the best choice for dancing shoes,” she admitted ruefully.

His hand moved higher, tracing over the contours of her calf, letting his fingers trail up under her skirt to almost the back of her knee. When he glanced up, her gaze was heavy lidded.

“C’mere,” he said, voice rough. He pulled her to her feet again and gently turned her around so he could work the few hairclips that had survived the dance floor out of her hair. Her dress was practically backless, with two skinny straps running down her back in a V to converge at the skirt that began just above her waist. He slid his finger under one of the straps and slowly ran it down her back. He didn’t miss her sharp intake of breath. Leaning forward, he explored the side of her neck with his lips, all soft kisses and warm breath. She tilted her head to give him better access, her own breath coming faster.

There were three impossibly tiny buttons on the back of the dress and a zipper running the rest of the way down. He fiddled with the buttons, trying his best to get them undone in the dim light of the hotel room. She giggled at him.

“Need some help?”

The buttons popped free and he undid the zipper, triumphant. Carefully, he slid the dress off of her shoulders and laid it across the back of the desk chair. When he turned back around, his breath caught all over again at how beautiful she was.

“Good job.” Her mouth twisted in a little smile. She held out her arms to him. “Now comes the ravishing part.”

She came apart on his fingers and his tongue before he finally slipped inside her, shuddering at the feeling. He moved slow at first, but he was too far gone for that; he’d been waiting for this for hours. All day. He buried his face in her neck and sped up his pace, grunting softly with each swing. She clutched at his back and practically sobbed his name as she fell apart again. He was close behind.

“I love you. I love you. Fuck, I love you,” he panted out desperately, shaking. He collapsed into her and she moaned softly “Evan” and then was still. He couldn’t move, couldn’t sit up, but he kissed her neck anywhere he could reach and tried to calm his shaky breathing.

After, they laid next to each other on the pillows. Finally she said, “I’m going to shower and get ready for bed.”

“Seriously? Babe, it’s late. Don’t take a shower.”

“I have to take off this makeup and fix my hair. I can’t sleep with it like this. Are you crazy? Girls can’t just fall into bed and go right to sleep. You could use a shower too. It was hot and sweaty at the reception and honestly, you don’t smell great.”

“Okay, rude.”

She tapped his nose and got out of bed, walking over naked to rummage through her overnight bag.

“Nice butt.”

“Shut up.”

He dozed off while she was in the shower. The bed creaked when she returned and brought him back. Silently, she snuggled up close to his chest, no longer protesting about his need for a shower. He stroked a gentle thumb over her face.

“Think that’ll be us one day?” She glanced up at him.

“Us, what?”

“Us getting married.”

“Oh.” Just the thought made him smile. If she’d looked that gorgeous in just a bridesmaid dress, how would she look in a wedding gown? “Yeah. Of course, babe.”

“You have to ask me first,” she pointed out. He felt his smile grow bigger, lips curling upward as thoughts of rings and locations and surprises flashed through his head.

“Uh huh. Don’t worry.”

She kissed him gently, running a warm hand up his bare back. He pulled her closer to him.

“Hey,” he said into her mouth. “I don’t think you should sell your bridesmaid dress. I think you should keep it. Let me ravish you again.”

She pulled back, pouting. “Do you know how much I paid for that dress? Can’t you just ravish me without it?”

He glanced down at her mouth, back up at her eyes. He could feel his gaze becoming calculating. He licked his lips. “I’ll pay you whatever you paid for the dress if you let me rip it off of you next time.”

Her eyes widened. “Um. Again I say, do you know how much I paid for that dress?”

“I don’t care.”

One eyebrow went up, but he could tell she was intrigued by the idea. “You’re full of ideas tonight,” she muttered.

“Is that a yes?”

“It’s not a no”—coyly.

“Okay. Good enough for now.” He fit his mouth over hers again.

#fanfiction #smut #fanfiction smut #evan roderick #evan roderick fanfiction #evan roderick fanfic #spinning out fanfiction

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bitchfitch · 2 years ago

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Idk, that dream world project has been bugging me recently. Mostly bc i just, don't know what the story with it Is.

Like, Our two main monsters are an usurper queen of dream world and her predecessor who's back to reclaim his throne. But, they're also just two horrifically egotistical idiots who have gotten so wrapped up in this story their telling each other that they've warped themselves to the point of being unrecognizable and tore open a whole new dimension of which they have become the gods of.

They're the overly enthusiastic children on the playground who's roleplay has started drawing blood.

When they reach a stalemate they both select a human knight to fight for and with them. Evla chooses Evelyn because she is Full of belief that could be used to fuel this world, and Evi picks Evan because he has no belief, and so is a perfectly blank canvas to build upon.

And that's where my idea for the story fizzles out. I can tell you anything you could ever want to know about these four idiots but i don't know what the middle or end of their story looks like.

Do Evan and Evelyn get lost in this play too? Do they become gods and join the fantasy until they too are so warped that they don't even know their own names anymore?

Do the dreamers get bored of their human knights and kill them to make their play interesting again? Are those knights who love their gods so so much just toys to them?

Do the knights see the paths laid before them and decide to work together to pull their lovers back to reality before they can destroy each other and themselves completely?

#that dream world thing #evi #Evelyn #evla #evan #rambles

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pagingevilspawn · 4 years ago

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Would you please write a fic about alex and jo help their daughter with her homework, they would be kinds cute help them study

cross my heart, hope to die, please stick this pencil in my eye

there’s a reason this took me forever. reason number one, two, and three; proofs. i was unable to write this because of proofs. i got this ask and LIKE A CHILD decided that i wanted to make my fictional characters suffer as much as i did. so once i was done with proofs, i had to write something about proofs, which made me exhausted because i hate even talking about proofs

that made no sense, but here’s this thing that i made. lots of it was my real life monologue, screaming at my computer bc of fucking proofs. enjoy. (also, let’s appreciate the fact that i updated three whole days in a row)

(also, another installment of the “payton loves evan peters too much” series, where i name jolex babies after his AHS characters)

Alex Karev sat in the drivers side of his SUV, making a right onto the upcoming street as he listened to the song playing on the radio. He drummed his fingers along the steering wheel absentmindedly, pulling up to the curbside of James Madison Middle School, waiting patiently in his seat until he heard the five minute warning bell ring.

When the loud bell goes off, he exits the car and makes his way to the other side, learning against the door so his kids would know it was him. Too many parent’s owned black range rovers, and the last thing Alex needed was for either one of his kids to climb into the back seat of some stranger's car.

He didn’t need to wait long for children to start piling out of the school in large crowds. Middle school was so different from elementary, for his kids at least. He remembers when they would come sprinting out of the building as if their lives depended on it, but now they just casually strolled, no matter how much they liked or disliked school.

A few minutes later he catches sight of his daughter, who’s eyes light up when she sees him. He wasn’t supposed to pick them up today, the nanny was. But he had gotten off of work early and had insisted with Jo that he be the one to pick up the kids. It was a task he wished he got to do more often.

“Hey.” his daughter greets him with a smile on her face. He steps aside and lets her enter the side door, where she flops her black backpack on the floor and settles into the seat, pulling out her phone and begins to start scrolling through it.

“Dad!” he hears another voice exclaim, quickly tracing it to his son, who was currently running to the car, backpack bouncing up and down behind him. The sixth grader moved across the property quickly, greeting his dad with a fist bump before sliding into the back seat.

He closes both of his kids doors before making his way into the driver's side, revving up the car’s engine before he drives down the long block, whatever music his daughter decided on playing through the radio.

Alex winces when the music begins to blare through the car, “Brynn, turn that crap down would you?”

Brynn’s face looks scandalized. “It’s not crap. It’s art.” she emphasizes, turning it up even louder and screaming the words. (Poor Brynn couldn’t sing, and she knew it)

“I came in like a wreeckingggg ballll I never hit so harddd in loveeee all i wanted was to break your walls all you ever did wre-e-e-ck meee.” she yells, using her phone as a microphone, hair flying around wildly as she moved up and down, side to side in her seat.

Alex rolls his eyes, unable to hide the smile on his lips. His wife and daughter were too much alike sometimes. He turns the knob himself, sending his daughter a look, silently telling her not to do it again.

“I think it’s crap. Just like how I think you sound like a dying cat whenever you sing.” his son pipes in from the back, a signature Karev smirk plastered on his lips as he keeps his gaze locked on his phone.

“Shut up Rory,” she sneers, “Nobody likes you.”

Rory fakes a laugh, looking back to his phone, and then to the scenery outside his window. They passed house after house until they finally reached their destination, John Quincy Adams Elementary School.

“Wait here,” Alex instructs the two kids, who murmurs their we know’s, more focused on the devices in their hand to the words coming out of his mouth.

He makes his way to the ‘log cabin’ that sat at the front of the school, giving a friendly smile to the woman sitting at the sign out table, a crappy fold out plastic table that had definitely seen better days. “Faye and Bridgette Karev.”

The woman slides the forms across the table, handing him a pen. “Sign here and here. I’ll go get them right now.” She stands up from her seat and heads inside to tell the two girls that their father had arrived.

Alex sprawls his messy signature onto the page, huffing before leaning up against the gate. His girls could take anywhere from thirty seconds to five minutes to pack up their things. Luckily today didn’t seem to be the latter, because before he knew it, the two youngest Karev’s came bouncing towards him.

“Daddy!” “Daddy!”

The seven year olds gave him a large hug, showing him matching toothless smiles. When Jo and him found out that she was pregnant for a third time, they were overjoyed. They had always wanted more than two kids, but hadn’t really been actively trying. They were excited to expand their family of four into a family of five. When they discovered that she was not carrying not one, but two babies, they were shocked. Jo wasn’t expecting to get pregnant at thirty-nine, much less with twins. Brynn was seven at the time, and Rory was five, so they were worried about how their kids would react when they found out two new babies would be joining the Karev household.

Rory --surprisingly-- took the news really well. He was excited with the fact that he could have baby brothers. (Oh well. Alex Karev only seemed to make girls, Rory being the one exception.)

Brynn was a bit more reluctant. She had heard from her friends at school how much babies cried and stole all the attention. She loved both her parent’s equally, but she was a Daddy’s girl through and through. The thought of losing both of her parent’s focus was terrifying. What if her Daddy called her new siblings names like Bug or Princess? Those were her names, and her names only. She couldn’t let the new babies steal her names.

It took a while, but after multiple long talks and countless acts of reassurance, but Brynn eventually came around to the idea. Before they knew it, Brynn was just as excited for the upcoming babies as they were. Jo was worried throughout her whole pregnancy. Since she was almost forty, she was now considered to have a geriatric pregnancy. Just the word ‘geriatric’ did nothing to soothe any woman’s nerves, but add that to the fact that Jo was a surgeon and knew all the risks of pregnancy, and she was practically a mess the first few months. As it turned out, the twins ended up being her easiest pregnancy, since Brynn decided to make her entrance into the world four weeks early and while she was carrying Rory she had the occasional spotting that terrified her to her core every time, worried that she was miscarrying.

The twins ended up being born at thirty-five weeks, perfectly healthy. The only thing that gave Jo any trouble at all was the severe morning sickness, which turned out to be all day sickness.

But in the end it was way more than worth it. Faye was pretty much Jo reincarnated, just like Brynn. Every aspect about her was exactly like her mom. Her hair, her eyes, her face shape, chin. The only thing that she inherited was the Karev crooked grin, which all of their children had. (She didn’t even have a big Karev head when she was born!)

Bridgette on the other hand, was all Alex, except for the eye color. Between her potty mouth, sassy attitude, and overall appearance, she was the female mini evil-spawn.

The Evil Spawn Jr, title belonged to Rory, who was basically the male version of Bridgette. Same spunk, same mischievous smirk. Jo was always telling him that she didn’t know what she did to deserve three devil’s in her house. Alex always found that one really funny.

“You guys got everything?” he questions the two, who nod their heads up and down enthusiastically, skipping to the car and greeting their siblings.

He drives the twenty-five minutes back to his house, the twins chattering about in the back seat.

“And then Julie showed her her math problems, and I tried to tell her they were wrong, but she just wouldn’t listen!”

“Tommy was sooo annoying. I kept telling him to stop making noises with his pencil, but he just rolled it back and forth so many times!”

Alex laughs under his breath, listening partially to the twins’s conversation. They sounded exactly like how Cristina and Mer used to rant about completely different things to each other, so it never failed to make him think back to the ‘olden days’ as he and Meredith liked to call them.

If someone were to tell cocky, intern Alex that he would be happily married to the love of his life for (legally) fifteen years, father of four kids, and lived in a house that literally had a white picket fence on the outside of it, he would’ve sent them to a long term psychiatric care facility, because there was no way he would ever have that life. (A life he always secretly wanted, tucked into the very tiniest corner of his brain so it could never venture farther than a fleeting thought here or there).

“--We’re here,” he calls out, shutting off the engine as he parks in the driveway, the kids unbuckling their seatbelts and scrambling out of the car, eager to escape the confines of the vehicle and enjoy the peace of their rooms.

Once all five were inside, he watched as the four children parted ways. “Faye, Bridge, you have thirty minutes of reading down here. Ror, you have that history test you need to study for, and Brynn, you know what you need to do.” he says, his two oldest tromping up the stairs as the twins take their place in the living room on separate seats, already engrossed in the books they needed to read as part of their daily homework assignments.

Alex lets out a tired sigh as he flops onto the couch, more than tempted to grab the remote from the side table and flick on ESPN, but knew that he couldn’t. As much as the girls loved reading, they got distracted from books really easily. Loud horns, cheers, and buzzers wouldn’t be the way to go if he wanted any work to get done. Instead, he plucks the iPad from the coffee table, picking up where he left off that morning with an online medical article.

Before he knew it, Faye and Bridgette’s timer had rung out and they started on their math homework on the kitchen island, something that they finished with ease. Another trait Alex was grateful the children inherited from Jo, her smarts. (Specifically in math)

“Ugh!” he hears a loud exclaim from upstairs, causing him to look up from the device in his hands and glance towards the steps, half expecting an angry looking Brynn to come storming out at any moment. He huffs, focusing his attention back to the iPad in hand when no mini Jo comes down.

“No! There are no other ways!”

Another loud groan of frustration.

“Son of a butthead! There are NO more ways! None! I don't know how the frick to prove that the freakin angle is congruent!”

Alex debates ignoring it and letting his daughter figure it out on his own, that is until he hears something hit a wall. He quickly makes his way up the stairs and to Brynn’s bedroom, standing in the doorway for a few seconds, trying to observe the scene.

Brynn’s normally pristine room had books scattered on the ground, blankets thrown to the side, and an open notebooks posed at an awkward angle on the floor.

Well, at least he knew what hit the wall.

Brynn sat on her bed, literally glaring at her computer screen, partially debating whether or not to throw the expensive device across the room. She didn’t break eye contact, as if she was in a staring contest. Alex wanted to laugh, but he knew a deathly glare would be sent his way if he did.

He knocks on the wood door, sending a questioning glance Brynn’s way as she finally breaks her stare with the inanimate object. “Everything okay?”

The brunette huffs loudly, bouncing back onto the bed as she lets out a groan.

“I hate proofs.” she turns her head to look at her dad, Jo’s signature puppy dog face plastered on her features. He couldn’t help but chuckle. It was crazy how much Brynn looked like Jo. Add that onto the fact that she too shared a love for flannels and jeans, she was pretty much what he imagined a fourteen year old Jo to look like. When he first found out that Brynn was going to be a girl, he said to Jo, ‘I’m gonna need a gun.’

Luckily, that never happened, partially because of the fact that Alex hated guns and Brynn had yet to have a boyfriend. He was more than thankful for that. Especially since he’d seen couples at Brynn’s school canoodling in what they thought was private, even though they were in full view of everyone. He’d be fine with his not-so-little little girl dating when she was twenty-five, no earlier. Any man before that would not be very fortunate.

“I’ll help,” Alex says, taking a spot next to her and Brynn begins to show he dad the problems on her screen, going on about how she was struggling to figure it out.

Shouldn’t be too hard, right?

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Jo Karev was thrilled when Bailey offered to take over her service for the rest of the day. Her husband had gotten off early, and Bailey knew how much of a struggle it was to spend quality time with family as a surgeon.

She thanked Bailey so many times she lost count, all while boasting a large smile. She couldn’t remember the last time both she and Alex had been home before five o’clock. All she wanted was to go home, snuggle with her babies, and spend time with her husband. Well, her babies weren’t technically babies anymore, Brynn was fourteen, Rory was nearly twelve, and the twins were seven, but nevertheless, they would always be her babies. (Who cared if Rory was five foot three and already almost as tall as her? He was still such a mommy’s boy.)

She drove home with a smile on her face, humming along to the songs on the radio. She was so happy. She wanted to take her kids in her arms, and watch action movies on the couch while they pigged out on pizza together.

When she pulls up in the drive she practically bounces up the steps to the house, swinging open the door and dropping her coat carelessly onto the rack. She hadn’t texted Alex to let him know she was coming home early, in hopes to make it a joyful surprise.

Her heart stopped momentarily at the sound of yelling coming from upstairs. Arguments between Brynn and Alex were few and far between, but when they did happen, they were nasty. Alex always felt like crap for days afterward and Brynn stayed quiet, both at home and at school.

“Do the reflexive property again!”

“Dad we already did that!”

“Well do it again!”

“Why?!”

“Do you see any other way to do it?”

“How is that going to help!”

“It just is!”

“Dad, we've done the reflexive property five times now!”

“You think I don’t know that!”

“Say that segment DA is congruent to AD.”

“But-”

“There are literally no other fucking ways to do it! It’s fucking shit! Thats what it is!”

“You act as if I didn’t already freakin know that!”

A loud groan.

“What the fuck even is this one! We’ve managed to do three of them already. Try proving the triangles congruent now. Push random ones, like Side-Angle-Side.”

“This is crap! ‘You don’t have enough proof to show that the blah blah blah.’ Stupid freaking thing! Freaking worthless!”

Jo is unable to suppress her giggle, clasping a hand over her mouth, trying not to make too much noise. It was a relief to know that the current screaming match going on wasn’t an argument.

“They’ve been at that for an hour and a half now.” she hears her son pipe in, drawing her attention to where he sat on the couch.

Jo sets her bag down on the table, greeting her son with a large hug, “Hi bubs.” she mumbles into his hair, feeling his arms wrap back around her. In private, Rory was the biggest cuddler, touchy-feely person you’d ever met, but in front of his friends he tried way too hard to show he was ‘too cool’ for hugging his mom, so Jo took in these moments and held them close to her heart.

“An hour and a half huh?” she chuckles, running a hand through her son’s gelled hair.

Rory snickers, hazel eyes shining with mischief, “Yeah, dad won’t stop cursing and Tissy just keeps screaming alongside him,” he sits back onto the couch. “I’m surprised neither one of them had lost their voice yet.” he smirks his crooked Karev smirk, focusing his attention on the TV where he had opened up netflix, where he was currently binging Bates Motel. The name ‘Tissy’ came from when he was younger and couldn’t for the life of him say either Brynn nor Sissy. It seemed to have stuck all these years, and he was the only one who ever called his older sister that, even ten years later.

She sees him cringe, “I never called you mother right?” he asks, eyes not leaving the screen, where a certain Norman Bates is practically spooning his own mother in the bed, claiming that he couldn’t sleep.

Jo snorts, ruffling his hair fondly, “Definitely not. And if you ever do, you’re dead Ror, hear me?”

Rory rolls his eyes playfully, giving his mom a grin. “I won’t. Promise.”

Jo heads up the stairs, the loud yells continuing to echo through the halls, which she chooses to ignore.

“Dad for the fiftieth freaking time-”

“--What’s going on here?” Jo questions, causing both her husband and daughter to break away their concentration from the computer screen.

Brynn’s face lights up at the sight of her mom standing in the doorway, more than thankful to have someone who actually knew stuff help her with her math. “Mom!” she exclaims, getting up from her place on the bed to give her mother a hug.

“Hey baby. Care to explain to me why the second I walk through the door I'm greeted with screaming?” She questions, eyebrows raised as she sees Alex sheepishly avoid eye contact, suddenly finding the pictures that hung on the wall very interesting.

Brynn smirks, “Well, Dad sucks at math so-”

“--Hey!” Alex interrupts, crossing his arms over his chest. “I haven’t done this crap in like thirty years!” He defends himself.

Jo rolls her eyes and smiles of her own gracing her lips as she reaches the bed and takes a look at the problems on the computer. “Proofs?” she asks from confirmation, earning a nod from her husband and daughter.

She hums, “Given: segment CA bisects angle BAD and segment CA bisects BCD. Prove: triangle ABC is congruent to triangle ADC.” she murmurs to herself.

The brunette laughs when she sees the fact that the pair had put down some form of the ‘reflexive property’ not one, not two, but seven times.

She grins triumphantly as she remembers how to do the problem, the skills seemingly coming back to her after years of them being dormant. “Next statement is angle BCA is congruent to DCA because…” she scrolls through the possible options the box provided, smirking when she found the right one. “An angle bisector divides an angle into two congruent angles.”

She watches as an angle pops up on the screen, only encouraging her to continue, “Then… angle DAC is congruent to angle BAC because an angle bisector divides an angle into two congruent angles.”

Another angle comes up.

“Finally,” she smirks, glancing to the side of for a brief second to take in the draw dropped stares of the two behind her. Brynn was a whiz at math like her mom, but proofs was something she’d been struggling with since they’d started learning them yesterday. Geometry was no joke. Her and her dad had already gotten almost all of the problems done, but it had taken so long to do a few measly problems that they’d lost track of just how long they'd been sitting in the room, arguing back and forth over different possibilities to try.

“Triangle ABC is congruent to triangle ADC, reason being Angle-Side-Angle.”

She grins, wiping her hands together as she hits the submit button, a large green check with a correct! floating on the screen, going over the ways to solve the problem.

Alex glares at her. He’d been working on these fucking proofs for so long now, and Jo just comes in and completes it in less than a minute?

“I hate you.” he gruffs, still glaring at both his wife and the computer.

Jo giggles, leaning over and pecking her husband’s lips. “Love you too.”

She begins to walk out of the room, stopping and calling out over her shoulder as she reaches the doorway, “Now you just need to make sure the twins did their homework!”

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evanbuckley-heartofgold · 5 years ago

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A Blessing

“Maddie?” Bobby asks as he sits down at the table across from her. He had received a text from Eddie about an hour ago asking to meet with him for lunch here. Bobby of course agreed. “What are you doing here?”

“Eddie called me,” Maddie says, equally confused. “You too?” Bobby nods.

“Any idea what this is about?” Bobby asks. Maddie shakes her head. “Me neither.”

The pair converse for a few minutes, catching each other up with their lives. It’s rare that Bobby gets to talk to Maddie without either Chim or Buck and he finds her company very pleasant.

Eddie walks briskly to the table and sits down in a rush, “Sorry, traffic was terrible. Thank you both for coming.” Eddie sits down, his leg bouncing slightly.

“What’s going on?” Maddie asks. “Not that I don’t want to have lunch with you, this is just a little out of the blue.” Bobby agrees.

“I have something I want to ask you both,” Eddie begins, nervously drying his palms on his pants. Bobby and Maddie wait patiently for Eddie to continue. Bobby folds his hands and gives Eddie his full attention. “Since Buck’s dad isn’t really...in the picture and I know that he thinks of you like a dad I guess and Maddie, you’re his sister, I figured that I would ask you guys- And I know it’s old fashioned but it matters a lot to me-”

“Eddie,” Bobby quiets Eddie’s nervous ramble, laying his hand on the table between them. “Just ask.”

“Whatever it is, it’s gonna be fine,” Maddie assure him.

Eddie takes a deep breath and nods, “Can I have your blessing to ask Buck to marry me?” Eddie looks nervously between the two.

And if that doesn’t get Bobby choked up he doesn’t know what will. He never in a million years expected for someone to ask him that, maybe May’s future partner, but that wouldn’t be fro sometime yet. He can’t find any words for a moment before saying, “Of course, Eddie. You have my blessing. I can’t think of anyone better for Buck than you.”

Maddie gives Eddie a soft smile and squeezes his hand, “You have mine too, Eddie. You’ve given so much to my family, I’m glad your officially joining the Buckleys.”

Eddie’s face splits into a wide grin, “Thank you guys so much.”

“Course, son,” Bobby smiles at his future son in law. Maddie shares the sentiment.

What Maddie, Eddie, and Bobby don’t know is that while they are talking over lunch, Buck is having a similar conversation of his own, a few miles away at Eddie’s house. Buck and Christopher had both been unlucky enough to catch the flu bug so Eddie had ordered both of them to have a day of rest at home. Unknowingly providing Buck with the perfect moment to ask Chris a very important question.

Buck and Christopher are piled on the couch, two boxes of tissues in front of them and a Disney movie playing on the screen. The coffee table is a mess of tissues, water bottles, medicine, and all sick day essentials. Chris is half laying on top of Buck with Buck running his fingers through Chris’s curls.

“You feeling any better, buddy?” Buck asks, his voice nasally.

Chris nods a little bit, “I can kind of breathe out of my right nostril now.”

Buck chuckles, “That’s good.” They fall back into silence, eyes trained on the screen. “Chris, can I ask you something?” He nods. “What would you think if I asked you dad to marry me?”

Christopher sits upright, looking down at Buck, “Really?”

“Yeah, bud.” Buck reaches up and glides his thumb over Chris’s cheek, his skin a little warm from the sickness. Chris flings his arms around Buck’s neck and holds him tight. Buck laughs, “Is that a yes?” Chris nods enthusiastically into his shoulder. “I’m glad to hear that. Do you think you can keep this secret between us for a while?”

“I can try,” Chris says, his voice muffled in Buck’s shirt.

“That’s all I ask,” Buck kisses the top of the boy’s head.

A few days later, when both Buck and Chris have passed the worst of the illness, Buck and Eddie are quietly getting ready for bed. Eddie is sitting on the bed, waiting for Buck to finish brushing his teeth, fiddling with the ring box in his hand. He had plans for a grander proposal, but the more he thinks about it, the more he wants their engagement to be more intimate. Their relationship has never been flashy or grand so he doesn’t know why this should be any different.

“Is-is that what I think it is?” Buck asks, coming to a halt just inside of their bedroom door.

Eddie smiles, walks over, and kneels in front of Buck, “Yeah, it is.” He opens the ring box, watching Buck’s face cloud with emotion. Eddie finds himself choked up and struggles to ask, “Evan Buckley, will you marry me?”

Buck is frozen, his eyes brimming with tears. Before he responds, Buck rushes to his bedside table and yanks the drawer open, pulling his own ring box out. He hurries back to where Eddie is still kneeling, a look of confusion adorning his face.

Buck kneels down in front of Eddie, mirroring his position, and opens his ring box, “Only if you’ll marry me.”

Now it’s Eddie’s turn to fight off tears. He laughs wetly and says, “Of course I’ll marry you, you idiot.” Eddie and Buck practically collapse into each other’s arms, hugging one another tightly.

“I can’t believe you beat me to it, you asshole,” Buck laughs into Eddie’s shoulder. “I was going to ask in the morning.”

Eddie laughs again and holds Buck just a little tighter, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” Buck puts his hand on Eddie’s cheek and kisses him softly.

In the morning they’ll tell Chris and Maddie and Bobby and all of their friends, but for now the two lovers are content to sleep in each other's arms.

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Title: Love, Maybe? {31}

Chris Evans X Reader OFC Vixen Giovanni

Warning: Cursing, Plot, Slow, Smoldering, Torturous Burn 😊, Slight angst

Word Count: 4K

Summary: After a night of drunkenness you wake up next to warm, hot as hell body, a migraine and no memory of the night before. When you come to realize that the hot body belongs to none other than Hollywood’s golden boy Chris Evans you freak out. As events unfold you become even more panicked to find out you got married in your drunken haze. What else is there to do but get it annulled, right? Before walking away, you share one more night of molten kisses and passion. Three years later you are still living with the repercussions of your brash decisions, but the surprises don’t stop there. The past has a way of coming back and have you questioning is this fate that you’ve been running from, hell could it have been love, maybe?

Note: Italic texts is an inner Vixen thought. Bold Italic texts is an inner Chris thought.

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Chapter 31: Amends

-Chris-

“Then you drizzle some of the chocolate sauce over the top, like this.” He raised the bottle into the air and squeezed some of the sauce out in an elaborate way. Ella giggled as he did it.

“Chawket, yayy.”

“Oh you like chocolate, so let’s add just a little more.” He squeezed a little more before putting the bottle down. “Then, we put some of our melted marshmallows right on top like so.” An extra dollop of the marshmallow plopped on top, and as it did he gave it a sound effect. “Pwak.” Ella laughed again and leaned closer to the plate and stared at his creation with wide eyes.

“Now we add the candy. What candy do you want? We have recess, M&Ms with peanuts because without is just plain chocolate; we also have some coconut shavings and jelly beans. You choose.”

Ella pointed to the recess and the M&Ms without peanuts. “I no wike eanut.”

“No?” She shook her head enthusiastically to showcase her absolute disdain for the nut. He smiled. “Got it.” he took up the bowl of peanut M&Ms and tossed it into the garbage, bowl, and all. “Who needs em’.” She smiled again, and he sprinkled a few plain M&Ms and diced up recess on top.

Once he was finished, he slid the plate in front of her and watched her. “Ta-da and just like that we have breakfast!”

Ella squealed and excitedly clapped her hands. “Weckfast, weckfast!”

“Try it. This is my first time making one of these for someone.” He handed held out her toddler knife and fork, but she bypassed it using her hands to grab a piece of the first half of the treat. Without missing a beat, she buried her face into the mountain of sugary delights and instantly moaned while her eyeballs crossed. He couldn’t help it and let out a hearty laugh; his hand latched across his chest as he heaved trying to catch his breath. When Ella pulled back everything below her nose was smeared with chocolate, marshmallow, and pieces of candy.

“I wike it!” Her shout was loud enough to wake the entire house, and that’s what made it even funnier.

“Oo twy da-da.”

He took a piece off the plate and followed her lead by biting into it. He moaned and nodded his head in agreement. “It’s still as good as I remember.” Ella nodded as she continued eating.

As he ate, he just watched her. He was still in the marvel stage. Everything she did he sat in awe at. Every word out her mouth he smiled at, every look she gave him just put him further and further under her control. He was entirely in love with this little girl, and it happened as quickly as it did with her mother. At the thought of you the memory of last night came flooding back to him along with every ounce of desire he felt for you.

He listened to her chatter and answered as much as he could. She jumped from topic to topic; first it was a bird she saw in the yard, then the tv show she’d just watched, then her excitement about her birthday, then parties, princesses, unicorns, and mermaids. It was incredible how intelligent she was. After thirty minutes she was on a clear sugar high as she danced around on the top of the island still completely covered in chocolate and marshmallow.

“Oh my goodness, what in the world is going on here?” You walked into the kitchen, still dressed in your pajamas. Just like that, his mind flew back to the night before. Your eyes were wide as you took in the state of the kitchen. His eyes were concealed as he took in the state of you. You were beautiful then, but now you had more dangerous curves and an even more sinfully seductive presence. He didn’t know if it was intentional or if it was just you.

“Mama! Mama! Wook, weckfast!” Your smile was so bright then you looked to the plate still on the island, and your eyes bugged out.

“Oh I see, chocolate for breakfast.” Your eyes landed on him and looked away from you and down to the plate.

“Twy it, twy it!”

You approached the island, and Ella sunk down to you. She grasped your cheeks and planted a kiss on your lips. “Mmm, yummy thank you.” Ella nodded and used your chest as a bracing point to stand leaving her tiny chocolate handprints on your shirt. You looked down and nodded. “Ah, double thank you Kristella.”

“Wecome!” You scoffed and looked at the plate.

“What is this?”

“Da-Da do it.”

“Oh, did he? What exactly did da-da do, or think he did?”

He opened his mouth at the subtle jab. “Oh, you have sugar-coated insults, huh?

You smiled and nodded then pointed to the handprints on your shirt. “Yeah, I have a lot of sugar.”

“You sure do.”

“I will have you know that I don’t think I did something. I actually did. This is what my mother made for me every year the day before my birthday for breakfast.” You nodded and examined his handiwork.

“Twy it mama. I wike it,” Ella said with a giggle. You took up a piece off the plate and examined it further.

“What is it exactly?”

“Marshmallow French Toast, with warm spiced chocolate sauce and, roughly diced gourmet peanut butter cups and multicolored Mars & Maurri confection cacao treats,” he responded in his best pretentious voice. Ella laughed loudly at him, and you couldn’t not smile though you tried.

“Cute Evans, very cute.”

“I try.” You smiled and took a bite of the French toast. He was interested in what you thought as the professional. Slowly you chewed as he and Ella sat on the edge of suspense, watching you for any indication to your thoughts about it.

“Well?”

Again, you smiled, then nodded. “I wike it.” He threw his hands in the air and shouted, Ella joined in as well. He stood and started doing the single ladies dance around you and the kitchen. You laughed, and it became louder as Ella did her best to imitate it as well. Ella was pretty good at it though.

“Dace mama, dace.”

“Yes, dance mama, dance.” From all the peer pressure, you began doing the same dance showing him how it’s done.

Soon the three of you were just dancing around the kitchen to no music whatsoever like complete idiots. Nothing felt awkward or forced. It was as if what happened last night didn’t change the context of your relationship. Whatever the hell that context was.

“Wife, you idiot! Wife is the context of your relationship.”

He looked between you and Ella, and he didn’t care one bit how he looked. This was what life was about. This is what his life was about—what it should have been about all along — you and Ella. You looked at him and smiled widely, it was the best smile he’d seen, and it made his stomach flutter.

“That’s new.”

Your mother walked into the kitchen and took one look around and laughed as well. “Maw-Maw, look, dace pawty.” She smiled and nodded.

“I can see that. you’re showing mama and da-da your dance moves?” She nodded.

“Paw-Paw and I were going to take a walk. Wanna come sugar?” Ella nodded again and held her arms out to her grandmother, who looked at her hands and scowled. “Oh, not today child, not today. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You lifted Ella off the island and put her onto the floor. As soon as you did, she bolted from the room. Your mother looked at the two of you and smiled then walked out the kitchen humming. He didn’t know why but he felt as if there was some sort of hint in the way she looked at him just before she disappeared. You hopped onto the island and finished the French toast.

“Seriously, it’s not bad. It will definitely give you diabetes if you eat this for breakfast every day, but tasty.”

“It was only a once a year thing. I thought why not make it a tradition with her—if that’s cool with--.”

“Definitely. She seemed to love it. She loves chocolate, and marshmallows, you hit it out of the park.” He smiled and took the last piece of French toast, leaned against the island beside you and ate. Still the silence didn’t become weird.

“Did you get good sleep?” You took a deep breath and sighed out, then nodded with a small smile on your lips--lips he’d had dreams about all night, those dreams were anything but innocent.

“Yeah. I don’t know when the last time was I slept past ten. Ella usually wakes me up with the sun.”

“Yeah, I saw her when I was on my way to my room. It must have been seven.” You nodded and licked your fingers of the chocolate and marshmallow. He saw a bit of it at the corner of your mouth, and without thinking, he brought his thumb out to swipe it away. Your eyes fell to his hand as he did it and then slowly rose up to his face. His eyes were focused on your lips and then moved up to your hypnotizing brown eyes.

“I’m—sorry you had a—a little—something.” It was as if the words couldn’t form, and all he could think about was your lips. He’d tasted them on three occasions now. He hadn’t had his fill. He wanted to taste more.

“I shouldn’t have—it was--.”

“Fine,” you whispered. He was a little surprised.

For a brief second, he recognized something in your eyes. It was something that spoke to him, something that reached out to him taunting him to come a little closer, go a little further. He trailed his thumb across your bottom lip, and the look returned, only this time it lasted for longer than a second. You didn’t move, or say “no,” you allowed it. His fingers were on fire, and that fire was quickly racing through his body. He could feel just where that heat was settling. He stood straighter, and his body moved on its own toward your lips. He needed to kiss you.

When your lips were mere centimeters apart, he felt your hands at his waist. The heat from them made him want so much more. He inched forward, and the first touch of your lips made him pause, but just for a moment before he pressed his to yours and took control. He nearly lost his shit right then; it had been so long. He’d dreamt of you for years, been haunted by your memories, then last night he’d come so close but still so far. As if it was as natural as breathing, his lips knew what to do. They knew how to claim yours, knew just the right amount of pressure to apply. He knew how you needed to be kissed.

In a matter of seconds, the kiss changed from slow and exploratory to intense and passion filled. His body came to life, and it wasn't the only thing to come alive. Your lips danced together as if they’d been doing it every day for the last three years. He recognized the breathlessness, recognized the tingle on his lips, the chill that resided at his spine, and the blazing heat that filled his gut. It had never been like this with anyone else—just you.

His tongue gently teased yours before it curled around his fighting him for control. A soft whimper escaped you. He stepped around coming between your thighs and cupped your jaws all to kiss you better. Your hand was now resting on his abdomen just at his belly button, you balled the fabric of his ribbed tank and groaned. Then he felt your fingertips press into him before you pulled back from his mouth. You rested your forehead against his and panted heavily.

“Oh my--,” you began.

“God,” he finished.” He was just as breathless as you. He brought his lips back to yours and pecked them once, then twice, and as he was leaning in for a third, your fingers served as a wall to separate yours form his. He looked at you, but your eyes were still closed.

“We—we—have to—shouldn’t.” Your words were staggered, whispered, then you shook your head slightly as you opened your eyes. They were glazed over and looked almost cloudy. “We can’t,” you continued.

Your lips were saying no, but everything else was saying yes. Your other hand still on his abs, your heaving chest, your hazed eyes. “Right?” You were asking him.

“In what world do I have the strength?”

He kissed you again, you didn’t move, or pull away, your legs hooked around him and pulled him closer. He delved his tongue into your mouth again and moaned onto you. His moan triggered your moan and a sea of emotions and need in him. He gripped the flesh of your thighs and pulled you to him. Your moan turned into a groan and he wondered if you’d felt his need for you, felt his hardness. You tore your lips from his and threw your head back.

“Shit!”

“Vixen--.”

“We—we should—stop,” you whispered on a panted breath. He almost missed it.

“Yeah. We should,” he added. You nodded but your legs remained hooked around him keeping him right where he was. When your lips pressed back to his you took control of the kiss. You grabbed his face and nibbled his bottom lip. He groaned and the feel of you sucking and teasing his bottom lip fed that fire in him so much that his hand latched onto your breast and palmed it. You began rolling your hips on him in a frenzy. He could feel the heat from your core and it drove him crazy. He pinched your nipple and you gasped loudly pulling your lips from his.

“Fuck—Chris we--,”

“Absolutely can’t. We should stop,” he finished while his lips kissed and sucked your neck. He latched his mouth onto the part of your neck he remembered drove you wild. As he did you bucked your hips against him.

“Vixen!” The shout of your name had you both pulling apart so fast, you’d think you were kids instead of grown adults. He turned his back and walked to the stove just as your father walked in.

“Hey uh—ehm. Hey dad.” He looked between you and Chris’s back once then shook his head.

“Your mother is asking about Ella’s bath mermaid?”

“Yeah, I’ll go help her with that. Thanks dad.” He could hear your feet as you walked out of the kitchen.

When he turned your father was still standing there. “Good morning, sir.”

“Good morning. I hear your breakfast was a big hit with the little boss.” He smiled and nodded.

“You’re doing a fine job son, an outstanding job stepping up. Keep it up.” He began walking out of the kitchen then he turned back. “Oh, about the other boss, remember Rome wasn’t built in a day. It was a long strenuous, complex, infuriating task. It wasn’t for the faint of heart, or the weak.” He gave him a small salute then walked off leaving him standing there to contemplate his words and to rehash everything that just happened.

One thing was for certain, he was now filled with even more desire than ever and just as many rising fears, and insecurities.

-Vixen-

“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! You just had to kiss him huh. You just had to! Your colossal fuck up last night wasn’t enough, you just had to do it again. Not only did you do it again, but if your dad hadn’t walked in you would have fucked him, right there on the kitchen counter. What is wrong with you?”

You’d chastised yourself throughout your shower, and then as you dressed and now sitting in front of your mirror doing your hair, you chastised yourself again. You could still feel his lips and taste him. The chocolate and other sweets were a good mask, but you could still taste him. Your mouth recognized him; it was a taste that you’d missed. You didn’t even know you missed it until you got a taste of it again. God he tasted good. You wanted him as badly as you’d ever wanted him—maybe more. Last night’s accidental kiss nearly turned into sex against the wall of your daughter’s bedroom. Today’s on top of the kitchen counter with your family walking around the house. You couldn’t believe how close you’d come.

You took a deep breath and slowly let it out. You didn’t know if now that you’d had a taste if you’d be able to keep away.

“Why do I have to keep away? Why don’t I just give in?”

Groaning, you took a few breaths.

“Because if I give in even once, I may not ever be able to pull myself out again.”

Staring at your reflection in the mirror, you did your best to keep the tears in. You barely pulled yourself together three years ago. It was the hardest thing to forget him and everything you’d felt especially with his child growing inside of you. Every day you prayed his face would fade; every day you prayed that Ella didn’t look a thing like him when she was born. Every day you wanted him there, then Ella was born with his eyes and those eyes didn’t change, didn’t turn a different color, they remained his. Then one day, you were able to flip a switch, one day, you turned into this woman.

“I’m still in love with him.” You said it as a whisper, afraid the walls had ears and would repeat it. You could no longer deny it, no longer pretend with yourself. Everything you felt in those kisses was the evidence. You closed your eyes and took some time to pull yourself together.

When you walked back downstairs, you heard voices as you turned the corner to the family room. Sitting on the couches were all of the older Evans siblings. You stopped in your tracks as all eyes fell to you. “Sorry, I didn’t know—I’ll go.” You quickly turned to walk out.

“We came to see you, Vixen,” Shanna informed. You stopped and clenched your jaw. You weren’t sure you wanted to stay or listen to anything they had to say so you kept your back to them.

“I know we’re probably the last people you want to see or talk to, mainly Carly,” Scott added.

“Nice touch Scott, what a way to have each other’s back, remember that oath?” Scott scoffed at Carly’s comment.

“Please, just five minutes,” Shanna finished. You sighed. You could see Ella outside in the front, dancing around and playing with Nexus and Dodger.

“Whatever you want, Vixen, if you’re not down for it; I’ll kick them out,” Chris began. You smiled because you could imagine it for some reason. Turning around you made sure to wipe the smile off your face.

“Okay.” You walked into the room.

“I’ll wait outside,” Chris began.

“No, you can stay.” He nodded and walked away to one of the windows creating distance between him and his siblings.

“Okay, I’ll go first because I was the one who was the most despicable,” Carly stated. She stepped forward with a remorseful look on her face. “I’m deeply sorry for my behavior and actions toward you yesterday. Not only were they uncalled for but they were unfair and downright rude. I was rude.”

You studied her and examined her body language as well as facial expressions. She looked as if she were being truthful, even sounded as if she regretted it. You wondered if she truly meant it or if she were trying to smooth things over to remain in her brother’s good grace.

You looked to Chris whose eyes were just on you. You picked up a slight eyebrow raise and the tightness of his lips; then, he gave a soft grin. He believed her; you could tell.

“I’m sorry. I got so gung-ho on the fact that you lied to Chris and hid his child that I didn’t see anything else. I didn’t take into consideration to look elsewhere like your words or actions since.

“We’re sorry also. We could have handled yesterday a lot better than we did. We’re all equally ashamed that we hurt you. We didn’t mean to,” Shanna finished.

You looked down and sighed again. You didn’t want to make this bigger. It wasn’t worth it. Everyone in this room had a part to play, but you wanted to move forward. This entire thing felt like a toxic cloud hanging over you, and you hated it.

“Look, I know how tempers can flare in a situation like this. I know how each of you are feeling or felt. I can empathize with each of you. Honestly, I’m sorry. I’m sorry about my actions and the situation I don’t want to keep duking this out with any of you. I want to move on. I want to move forward, and it would be great if you all could move forward with me.”

“And me. I’ve moved forward from anything in the past. I told you all that. I meant it,” Chris furthered

“Yes, we want to move forward,” Carly spoke up. You looked at all of them. They were nodding in unison.

“Good, I’m sure Ella would love to know her aunts and uncle.” All three of them smiled, but it was Shanna and Scott who came forward to hug you. You were so shocked you remained there.

“Wow. Okay.”

“Thank you,” Carly finished. You nodded.

“She’s outside if you want to see her. I have a party to finish planning.” They nodded and walked to the door, leaving you and Chris alone yet again.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“You didn’t have to do that, hell you probably shouldn’t have. You had every right to--.”

“What hold a grudge? No, I’m tired of doing that. I am so tired.” You sat in one of the chairs and rubbed your forehead. “I held a grudge against you for twelve months. Twelve long months, until one day, three months after Ella was born, she was crying her head off because of an ear infection, and I snapped out of it. I don’t know how or why, but I did. Grudges don’t do anything for me.”

“Why did you hold a grudge against me?” You took a deep breath and slowly let it out.

“It’s not important. It’s in the past, and we’re moving forward. Remember?”

Chris stared at you as if he were trying to decipher what you weren’t saying.

“Vixen--,” Chris began before he was cut off by the sound of his cell phone ringing. He groaned, excused himself, and took the call leaving you sitting there.

“Got a call from the venue just now, they said everything is shaping up good and suggested a walkthrough for tomorrow morning,” Nexus informed. You nodded.

“Got it, thanks, Nex.” She nodded and sat on the arm of the chair you sat in.

“Wanna talk about it?” You looked out the window to see Ella standing in the middle of a sea of Evans, and she was showing off one of the toys Chris gave her. They all looked so happy being around her. It was heartwarming.

“I’m good. Everything is falling into place.” Nexus nodded.

“It is. Funny, you should sound happy about that, sound less stressed, more relaxed.” You nodded in agreement.

“The thing is, you don’t. You sound the opposite of happy, the opposite of relaxed, you sound and even look more stressed and unhappier than ever. Now I wonder what else still has yet to fall into place.” You looked at Nexus, but her face betrayed nothing.

“Fortune favors the bold, my beautiful, talented and sexy sister. The bold. It laughs at the meek.” With that she stood and walked out the room, leaving you to sit there, alone.

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turtle-steverogers · 6 years ago

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Snow Day

skeet skeet on the yeet Emelia and Andrew are back i love these kids

warnings: none

ship: ralbert

editing: no its kinda eh

Race and Albert laid tangled together under their warm blankets, watching quietly as snow fell in sheets outside the window. It was 9 am on a Tuesday, really they should be up by now, doing something productive. But Andrew and Emelia had the day off of school and Race wasn’t needed for work due to the weather, so they couldn’t seem to find the motivation to get up.

Albert tucked his chin further into Race’s neck, humming softly, “It’s really coming down out there,” He mumbled.

Race shifted so that Albert was laying across his chest instead and sighed, “Yeah, s’gonna be fun to shovel up.”

“Aye, we’ll make a game of it,” Albert said, lightly, “Have the kids help us. They’re six, that’s old enough to impart child labor onto, right?”

Race laughed, “Oh, for sure,” he paused when the sound of footsteps rumbled outside their door, “Speak of the devils.”

Their bedroom door burst open and Andrew and Emelia ran in, bounding onto the bed, “It’s snoooowing!” Both children shouted, jumping up and down and effectively breaking Albert and Race apart.

“It sure is, kiddos,” Race said, sitting up and reaching out to pull Emelia onto the bed in between him and Albert.

Albert snatched Andrew out of the air, mid-jump, and placed him on his lap, “You excited to have the day off?”

Andrew and Emelia nodded vigorously, grinning widely, revealing matching missing teeth.

“Can we build snowmen and drink hot cocoa and oh! Ride our sleds?” Emelia asked, enthusiastically.

“Absolutely, bug,” Race said, brushing some of her tangled hair out of her eyes, “But first, you two have to help Daddy and I shovel.”

Emelia and Andrew pouted, but surprisingly didn’t argue, “Okay, Papa,” Andrew said, crawling off of Albert’s lap and sitting cross legged next to Emelia, “But can you make pancakes for breakfast?”

Race and Albert exchanged glances, making a silent agreement. Albert smiled, already swinging his legs out of bed, “I think that can be arranged. Go with Daddy to get into your snow clothes first, though.”

Thirty minutes later, all four of them were fed and geared up, trudging out of the garage with shovels in hand. Emelia and Andrew were each holding colorful sand shovels they had bought the Summer previous when they went to the beach, and although they weren’t the most sufficient for shoveling snow, they worked. Albert and Race were planning on doing the brunt of the work, anyway.

“Andrew, you go start helping Papa at the end of the driveway, me and Em will work up here,” Albert said, already beginning to shovel snow off the pavement. Andrew nodded, hoisting his shovel over his shoulder to mirror Race. Race smirked at his son and the two of them trotted to the end of the driveway and began shoveling.

Twenty minutes passed with no noise other than the sound of shovels scraping ice. Race reached up to wipe some cold sweat off his forehead, feeling slightly spent. He always forgot how much work shoveling snow was. He stood up straighter, feeling his back crack from being slouched over so long, and watched as Andrew diligently shoveled small amounts of snow onto the grass.

“You’re being a trouper, bud,” He praised, earning a smile from Andrew.

“I know! I’m doing good, just like you,” Andrew piped back and Race grinned fondly at him.

“You sure are, dude, almost earned your hot-” He was cut off by snow hitting him in the back of the neck. He resisted the urge to curse as he stumbled forward from the impact and whipped around to see Albert, holding another snowball. He looked entirely too proud of himself and Emelia was doubled over giggling next to him.

“Oh, you are in for it,” Race warned him, reached down to pick up a handful of snow. He balled it up haphazardly and chucked it, hard, at Albert, who dodged it easily.

“That the best you got?” He challenged.

Race glared at him, “Andrew,” he said, not breaking eye contact with his husband, who was resisting the urge to laugh.

“What?” Andrew asked, looking between him and Albert innocently.

“Give me your shovel,” Andrew held the bright orange shovel out for him, which Race took wordlessly. He bent down, making a show of picking up a large amount of snow.

Albert furrowed his eyebrows, watching in confusion as Race strolled closer to him. His eyes widened as Race lifted the shovel behind him and he only had a moment to shield his head as Race launched the snow at him.

Albert staggered backwards, shaking snow furiously out of his hair. He lost balance, falling unceremoniously into the snow and Race laughed, Emelia and Andrew joining in.

“Daddy,” Emelia shrieked, “Papa got you good!”

“Mhmm, but now Papa’s in trouble,” Albert said, pushing himself onto his knees and lunging forward at Race, tackling him down into the snow. Race let out a shout of surprise and he reached out blindly to grab a small handful of snow, shoving it into Albert’s eyes.

Albert wiped the snow away hastily and scrambled off of Race, picking up Emelia and running behind one of the snow mounds they had made, yelling, “Snowball fight!”

Race grabbed Andrew, pulling him behind one of their mounds. They quickly produced a small pile of snowballs and ran out, making a beeline toward where Albert and Emelia were sheltered.

The four of them launched snowballs at the other team, until Andrew shouted, “Every man for himself!”

Snow was flying everywhere, dissolving into powder and seeping through jackets. They all fought until they were panting and laughing on the ground.

“Snow angels!” Emelia exclaimed, waving her arms and legs to create a lopsided angel. She stood to look at her work, “Look Daddy, Papa, look!”

Race and Albert lifted their heads from their places in the snow, “Looks awesome, darling.” Albert complimented.

“Papa,” Andrew whined, laying himself dramatically across Race’s stomach, “I’m cold!”

“Alright, man, let’s get you in,” Race said, wrapping his arms around his son and standing up, tossing Andrew over his shoulder.

Andrew laughed flailing his arms about wildly, “Daddy,” he yelped, reaching out for Albert, “Save me!”

“I gotcha, slugger,” Albert said, plucking him off of Race’s shoulder and propping him on his hip.

Emelia ran over to Race, raising her arms in question. Race picked her up, “Ready for hot cocoa, love?”

“Yeah!” She twisted around to look at her twin, “Andrew it’s hot cocoa time!”

Andrew cheered, as Albert put him down on the welcome mat inside the house.

“Papa’s gonna help you guys outta your wet clothes and into some cozy ones, while I make the hot cocoa, okay?”

“Okay!”

Race assisted the two of them in changing back into their pajamas, then sent them up to Albert while he threw their snow clothes into the dryer so that they could be used again later. When he got to the living room, he discovered Albert, Andrew, and Emelia already cuddled on the couch, sipping from mugs while they watched the beginning of The Polar Express. There was a mug waiting for him on the coffee table and he picked it up, settling next to Albert on the cushions.

He tucked his legs under him, sipping his hot cocoa as he nestled into Albert’s side, “Thanks for the cocoa, babe.”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Oh, and by the way,” Race whispered so Andrew and Emelia couldn’t hear, “I totally won that snowball fight.”

Albert let out an offended squawk, “You did not!”

“I did, too.”

they’re still literal children i stg

thanks for reading, chiefs

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avaalons · 7 years ago

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Chris Evans Fic: Is His Six Year Old Planning His Demise?

A bit of dad!Chris to brighten up your Sunday. RDJ makes a cameo appearance in this too.

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‘Hey daddy?’ Chris heard the sweet, musical voice of his six year old baby girl from the doorway.

He glanced up from his book to see Cassie already making her way across the room, followed by a loyal and dutiful Dodger, to climb on to the sofa next to him, hauling his arm up, bidding him hold it in mid air while she settled against him, tucking herself into his side. When he was certain she was done getting comfortable, he dropped his arm around her, Dodger curling up at her side and resting his head on her feet.

There were very occasional days now when she thought she was getting too old for cuddles and each time, few though they were, was like a stab to his heart. He’d thought he’d be okay, watching her grow up, because he’d seen it all with his niece and nephews. With them, he thought it was really cool, watching them morph into real human beings. But Carly had been right, it was totally different when it was your own, and he just wanted her to stay small and needing him forever.

So he’d stopped making a big deal of cuddles, afraid to draw her attention to it and remind her of this crazy idea that she was too grown up to spend an afternoon wrapped in her dad’s arm. He’d taken to almost ignoring it completely and that’s what he was doing now: going about reading his book as if nothing had happened. That was, until she asked the most out-of-the-blue question possible.

‘Daddy, if something happened to you and mom, where do I go?’

Chris paused his reading instantly and looked down at her. She had her head tilted up from under his arm, her huge blue eyes imploring him from their thick eyelash frames.

'Sweetheart, where has that come from?! Nothing’s going to happen to me or your mom, we’ll be right here with you,’ he was slightly surprised but also kind of used to Cassie’s bizarre trains of thought.

'Yeah, but Mikey at school, he lives with his aunt because he doesn’t know his dad and his mom died when he was just a baby. So I was just wonderin’.’

Jesus. So this is what six year olds talk about at recess?

'Wondering has a 'g’ at the end of it, baby.’

'WonderinG.’

'Better. Now in the very unlikely event that anything happened to me and your mom, we’ve got a huge family so there’s tons of people who would be fighting over looking after you. Grandma and Nana first of all. And then Aunt Carly, Aunt Shanna and Uncle Scott… Grandpa Bob and Nana Jean… Uncle David and Aunt Harriet-’

'What?! I’d have to move to England to live with them!’ Cassie cut Chris off in outrage at thought of having to go and live with his brother and sister-in-law and he chuckled lowly, trying to avoid Cassie thinking he was laughing at her.

'The point is, pumpkin, that you would never ever be left on your own.’

'Would Dodger be able to come and live with me?’ She asked, running her fingers along the short fur on his head.

Chris rolled his eyes in amusement. Of course she’d be more bothered about getting to keep Dodger around than the fact that both her parents were dead.

'I’m sure that Dodger would want to be wherever you are, and your grandparents and aunts and uncles would understand that,’ Chris planted a kiss against the top of her head, 'Do you feel better now?’

'Yeah…’ she replied in that tell-tale voice that indicated there was still more she wanted to know. Chris waited.

'So, how do Godparents work then?’

Where was she even getting these questions from?

'Well, in the old days, Godparents were people who were religious and close to the parents of a baby who would help to raise the baby with the teachings of the church, so help them to follow God and they would be able to do this if the parents passed away,’ Chris explained patiently, his book well and truly forgotten now. 'Now, though, it doesn’t have to be so much about religion. It can be friends or family of the parents who will just be close to the baby and be able to help them grow up but they might also look after the baby if anything happened to the mom and dad.’

She took this information in and Chris could see her processing the new learning she had done.

'So, when would I get to go and live with Robert and Susan?’ She finally asked, referring to her own godparents, absentmindedly wrapping her little hands around his wrist that dangled at her shoulder.

Chris stilled for a moment, trying to work out where all this was coming from. Chris remembered when he’d suggested Downey as a godfather for Cassie to you when you’d been planning the baptism and, honestly, at first you’d wondered what could possibly make Robert Downey Jr decent godfather material given his history. But Chris had argued that his ability to turn his life around after fighting so many demons made him perfect, and eventually you were won over. He’d been something of a mentor to Chris over the last fifteen years or so and he had also been an enthusiastic champion of your relationship since the beginning. When you’d announced your pregnancy, he’d taken a real, excited interest, and in Cassie’s birth, so really, you had to give him that.

Chris was happy to have been proved right when, five years after they were officially named godparents, Robert and Susan were still very much active in their role and clearly loved Cassie dearly.

Chris chose his next words carefully, barely able to believe he was planning arrangements for his own death (and yours) so nonchalantly.

'Well, I think the family and friends that are close by, in Boston, would be first in line, so you could still go to your school and see your friends.’

'But it would be Robert and Susan before Uncle David and Aunt Harriet, right?’

Chris raised an eyebrow at her, 'You really don’t want to go to England, do you?’

'It rains all the time,’ she stated by way of explanation and Chris laughed.

'Okay, okay! Fine. Robert and Susan, then Uncle David and Aunt Harriet. But I can’t imagine what either of them would want with a little question bug like you,’ he joked with a mischievous grin and launched at her suddenly, gently digging his fingers in her ribs to tickle her.

She instantly turned to jelly, squealing and laughing and Dodger jumped down to get out of the way of her kicking legs and flailing arms.

'Daddy! Dad! Stop! I. Can’t. Breathe!’

She inherited Chris’ sense of drama, that was for certain.

Chris stopped and hauled her upright on to his lap while she slumped against him and caught her breath.

'Is that everything you need to know this afternoon, pumpkin?’

'Yeah, thanks dad! Can I go and play with Dodger in the garden?’

In true six year old style, the subject was forgotten as quickly as it had been brought up.

'Course. Go and find his frisbee and I’ll be out with you in a minute. I just have to make a phone call.’

She hopped down off his lap and ran out towards the garden, bidding Dodger to follow, which he did as obediently as ever.

Chris pulled his phone from his back pocket and quickly located the contact he wanted, holding the handset to his ear.

'Evans! To what do I owe the pleasure? How’s our little baby girl?’

'Downey, would you like to explain to me what exactly you said when you convinced my six year old to find out how many people need to die before she gets to come and live with you?!’

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uglymanchronicles · 7 years ago

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UMC:R Chapter 2: Defragmenting

(Chapter 2 is starting to run long, but it contained a good dramatic stopping point, so now it’s two chapters)

Evan was awakened by a rapping on the door and muffled but obviously irritated questions. He must’ve looked a truly sorry sight, as the flushed-faced security guard lost some of his bluster when Evan opened the door and hesitantly told Evan that he couldn’t stay parked in the lot all night and that could he please move on down to the campground a few miles up the road, if y’d be so kind.

Evan stared at the heavyset man for a long moment, then shook himself. “Oh, crap, yeah. Sorry, man. Lost track of the time. Give me just a couple minutes and I’ll be out of your hair.” Shit. It wasn’t that he hadn’t noticed the man was bald, but the words had started to leave his mouth before the ramifications the idiom hit him. To his relief, the guard didn’t seem to make the connection and bid Evan a good night.

Once the guard had puttered off back to the golf cart that served as his ‘patrol car’, Evan stepped outside and re-examined his own vehicle. Due to the lack of lighting, he couldn’t make out anything particularly expensive-looking on the RV, though he did notice that there were several large objects strapped to the roof. That didn’t worry him much; at worst, he’d probably gone to a garage sale or something while drunk and had bought something embarrassingly bulky and expensive that he couldn’t bring himself to throw away.

At the back of the RV was another piece of comforting familiarity: his car. Evan hardly ever drove it, but the powder-blue ’97 Beetle came in handy every now and then when he wanted to go somewhere without taking his entire house with him. It appeared to be in good shape, though its interior was partially full of something covered by a sheet. Evan took a few minutes to poke around in the back seat and found that the car was mostly full of books. Encyclopedias, cookbooks, do-it-yourself books on nearly every topic he could imagine… he had a small library in there. A well-used one, too, from the look of it: hardly a book wasn’t sprouting with bookmarks and tiny sticky notes bearing near-microscopic writing.

Fighting against his own curiosity, Evan closed the door and moved back to the trunk. He expected—perhaps even hoped for—more of the same, but when he unlocked the trunk and went to open it, he felt slight resistance. He hesitated, then tugged again. The door wasn’t stuck; instead, it felt like it was weighed down. Slowly, and with the possibility of car bombs suddenly a very big concern in his mind, Evan carefully lifted the trunk open.

As he did so, something unfolded from the bottom of the lid. Evan flung himself to the side in anticipation of some kind of swinging blade or spring-loaded arrow, then immediately became very grateful for the parking lot’s poor lighting. Hopefully that would keep people from noticing him lurching around like a shitfaced ninja.

What swung out of the trunk was a series of shelves, attached to trunk lid. More confused than anything at this point, Evan began to fiddle with the new addition until he unfolded it completely and discovered that someone, presumably him, had built a small but surprisingly high-utility workbench out of the trunk of his friggin’ Volkswagen. The absurdity of it all momentarily stunned him. The biggest surface was made out of smooth, dense metal that seemed slightly scorched, and he realized that there was a small portable welder tucked into the side of the trunk alongside numerous other tools.

“Nope. I will deal with this later.”

After a few false starts, he managed to fold the table back into the trunk. He found himself hoping that he had built the setup himself, because it was damn impressive and he would be very proud of that. Hopefully he’d kept plans; he was already brainstorming improvements as he locked up the Bug and went back inside.

God, it was after ten! It’d been somewhere in the early afternoon when he’d “woke up”, and he’d only been up for about an hour before he’d passed out on the couch. Sometime during that period he’d shrugged out of the frankenhoodie and unstrapped the gun, which meant he’d been walking around outside in a very obviously used Kevlar vest like some kind of lunatic. Again, thank God it was dark out.

Evan shrugged his way out of the vest and dropped it on the couch. He’d been wearing a cheap plain t-shirt—again, gray—underneath, but under that was something strange. Reaching under his shirt, his hand met what felt like scales. He was wearing a second piece of armor underneath everything.

Jesus Christ. What did he need so much protection from? Where’d he get this?

More questions that would have to wait. He had it on for a reason, so until he had answers, it would stay on. Anyway, the armor was actually pretty comfortable; snug but smooth and cool to the touch. He wondered if it could be homemade, and if so, had he made it? It was nice that he was encountering some interesting and harmless mysteries to go along with the all the horrifying and confusing ones.

Time to shelve the mysteries, time to move. Settling into the driver’s seat was like sliding on an old shoe. The slight resistance of the cushions as his weight compressed them, the contours worn into them by countless consecutive hours of trying, and even the faint smell of himself infused into the seat made Evan feel at home. The strong, sharp click of the seatbelt and the low grumble of the slightly-moody engine were like music to his ears, and when he pulled out of the parking lot, it felt like he was sinking into a warm bath.

Evan had come to love driving. It was almost meditative. When he was behind the wheel, all his responsibilities were temporarily shelved. All that mattered, all that anyone could expect of him, was to get to his destination in a timely manner. It meant that he had time to think about whatever he wanted to, but the great thing was that he didn’t have to, which was what he was looking forward to now. After all, if he’d forgotten nearly three months’ worth of time, any music that would have come out during that time would be completely new to him! “Satellite radio, do your stuff.”

His phone was broken, but Evan could have fished out his spare GPS unit or looked up directions on one of the many computers he knew were around the vehicle. He didn’t. Part of him was afraid of what he’d find if he started digging around, and another part just wanted an excuse to drive aimlessly in peace. He’d been driving for about an hour and a half before he decided it was time to come back to reality.

Another cookie-cutter campground, another temporary spot of stability. There had been dozens like it beforehand, and probably more in the missing months. The details of it were basically inconsequential. He paid and hooked up the RV, used the bathroom, and checked the fridge. At least with whatever he’d been doing in the past three months he’d found time to make sure he had plenty of beer.

The password is the date. Evan rolled his eyes at his own attempt at being cryptic. Sure, he knew what he—previous him—meant, but it was somehow weirdly embarrassing. He got the message, though. When a blank-faced profile appeared on the login screen, he typed in a few combinations before he found the one that worked: 081808. That date had a special significance to him, but very few people would attribute the same significance to it. Not a fun date, but one he wouldn’t forget.

Don’t dwell on it. Go forward.

The laptop seemed to be the computer equivalent of a burner phone. It didn’t even have a wireless card. Once the OS booted up, Evan found the backgroundless desktop was stuffed with icons. Nearly all of them were basic text files with names like “DON’T CLICK ON ANYTHING UNTIL YOU WATCH THE VIDEO” and “EVAN—WATCH THE VIDEO” and “WATCH IT WATCH IT WATCH IT”. It was like a visual representation of the thought process of a very enthusiastic golden retriever. In the middle of the screen was a video file simply labeled “An Explanation”. It was so subdued compared to the massive clutter of hysterical type-screaming text files that he glanced over it at first. The mouse cursor hovered over the video for a second, but then, unable to resist being a smartass, even to himself, Evan clicked on the “DON’T CLICK ON ANYTHING” text file. Seconds later he burst out laughing after reading the contents: “WHAT DID I FUCKING SAY, SHITHEAD? STOP BEING A DICK.”

“Okay, okay, don’t have a stroke,” Evan chuckled to himself, clicking the video. He checked the volume as the video player loaded, then sat back and watched.

The video started with a few second of blackness, then there was a clicking and shifting sound as the lens cap was removed. Evan found himself staring at his own torso as the recorded version of himself adjusted the camera. As he stepped back, more of the scene became visible. It was a barn or shed of some kind; the walls were wooden and had some obvious age to them, but that might have been the light. The scene was lit from behind the camera and either the doors were all closed or it was night, because outside of the light the surroundings were draped in shadow. The only significant feature of the room seemed to be a large chair covered in a sheet. Evan watched himself sit down in the chair and marveled at his own appearance. He was dressed much the same way as he’d been when he’d ‘reset’ earlier in the day, including the bandaged face and patchwork hoodie, but he seemed so much bigger than his preconceived notion of himself. He started to feel a bit self-conscious when his earlier self raised his head to face the camera and began to speak.

“My name is Evander Gregory Abrams, and if you’re watching this, you should know that, because you’re me.” His own voice sounded somehow tinny and crisp at the same time. It was his normal voice, too; Evan was unusual in that he liked his own voice. Slightly higher pitched than average and quite melodic, it didn’t quite fit his body, but it gave him one hell of a vocal range. He rubbed at his neck, his throat still sore, and hoped that whatever had happened to make him sound like a lo-fi Tom Waits wasn’t permanent. The video continued.

“You’re probably pretty confused and maybe a bit scared right now, so let me explain what happened to you and what’s about to happen to me.” Evan felt a slight chill run through his body at those words. What was he about to see?

“For the past few months, I’ve learned so much about so many things I didn’t even know there were to know about. It’s amazing. Life is fascinating. There’s so much more I want to learn, but… okay, I’m getting ahead of myself. Look, here’s the bottom line.” His image took a deep breath, then stared directly into the camera.

“Monsters exist.”

#Ugly Man Chronicles #Ugly Man Chronicles: Reignition #my writing #chapter

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retroreaderr · 7 years ago

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Go Steady With Me? (Remus x Reader)

some fluff for my husband, Widow because he can always do with a little more Remus fluff in his life. (Lowkey don’t have any clue how to write Remus so this is almost 5K words of t r a s h)

Words: 4838

Tagged: well guess what no one has asked to be tagged in Remus fics whOOPS

Thursday 25 May 1978, just a few more weeks of school until sweet, sweet freedom. The marauders could practically taste that decadent, untouchable fruit that is Adulthood, where they’d go out into the world and make something of themselves. Though, to be quite frank, deep down all of them were scared out of their wits to be thrown into the real world and have to make their own doctors appointments and shit so they’d been deliberating a way to take the edge off, just for a little while.

Sirius burped under his breath, ruffling his own hair before reaching over to his bedside table and flipping the record. He smiled, closing his eyes as the familiar sound of a slow bass riff came from the record player, Pink Floyd’s legendary album “Dark Side of the Moon” blessing his ears with “Money”. The teen relaxed back on his bed, arms behind his head as he tapped his toe to the music.

“Does that actually help you think?” Remus sighed, casting a glance over to his friend.

The marauders sat pondering existence in their dorm room, James sitting on the floor polishing his broom, Sirius atop his mate’s bed, his feet pressed against the headboard and his head at the foot of the bed. Remus lay on his own bed, half finished homework on his lap, Peter was lazily going through the newest edition of “Wizard Weekly” on the floor by the heater.

“Of course it does, Moony,” Sirius quipped with a smirk, rolling over onto his stomach. “It gets my brain waves flowing, ya know?”

Remus merely chuckled in response.

“Well if it get’s them flowin’, oh wise paddy-kins,” James teased, looking up to his mate. “Then what should we do this weekend?”

“Let me think, sometimes it takes a minute for the waves to reach maximum capacity.” Sirius closed his eyes and put a finger to his temple, concentrating really hard.

“We could go camping,” Peter suggested, not bothering to look up from the magazine.

“Exactly, Wormtail!” Sirius shouted, starting James a bit. “That’s exactly what I was going to say! We should totally go camping!” Peter chuckled, shaking his head and going back to figuring out who he should date based on his wand core.

James nodded along, looking to his werewolf buddy with a shrug. “Sounds cool with me. Moons ya think you could get the Lovely Minnie Magoo to let us out?”

“Ah, well, I don’t know Prongs,” Remus winced, not really wanting to go outside and making up an excuse to not go as fast as he could. “I mean, best mates or not, four lads hanging out alone in the woods sounds a bit...”

His voice trailed off and they caught on. “Yeah, it does sound a bit fruity, doesn’t it?” Sirius sighed.

“Why not bring some girls along then?” James suggested, the answer seeming pretty obvious. “I mean, I’ve got Lily, and uh.. well I’ve got Lily.”

A lull once again took over the room when Peter spoke up once more. “I hear (Name) fancies Moony,” the rat turned the page. “And for you, Sirius, well you can go Stag- no pun intended, Prongs.”

“Wha-” Sirius gasped, looking offended. “Why do I have to go stag?”

“Because you’re scared of commitment?” Remus chuckled, reaching over into his nightstand and pulling out a bar of chocolate.

“Because you can’t hold down a serious relationship due to the aforementioned fear?” James added on, holding out his hands for Remus to toss him a piece.

“Because-”

“Alright, alright,” Sirius groaned, catching a piece of chocolate that Remus had tossed to him out of habit. Peter got a chunk too. “I’ll go stag but I’m not sharing a tent with Peter, sorry mate but you have the night sweats.”

“It’s fine, I’ve actually got plans anywho,” Peter sighed, stretching his arms out. “I, your beloved Wormtail, have a date.This weekend. With Marlene McKinnon.”

“Good for you, Wormtail!” Sirius congratulated, giving a few claps in appreciation. “So where are you taking her?”

And on the night went, the four lads chatting and having some bants.

“So, is Madam Lovely on board?” James asked as Remus exited McGonagall’s office.

“So long as a prefect-” he pointed to himself with pride. “Is there, she feels there is nothing to fear.”

“Then let’s get our ladies and get scootin’!”

“Never say that again, mate.”

“So, do you think you’re up for it?” Sirius asked, crossing his arms and leaning against a post in the Gryffindor common room. Lily stood in a similar pose before the trio of troublesome twirps, her potions partner (Name) beside her.

“Out, in the woods, with you three, and bugs, for two days?” Lily raised a brow, pausing every few words to emphasize how stupid this sounded. “Why don’t we just so swim with the giant squid and hope we get poison ivy while we’re at it?”

“Actually- Lily- you.. You can’t really.. Get poison ivy while swimming,” You piped up from beside your friend, almost instantly regretting it because now you’re that person. Lily was looking all cool in front of her boyfriend and his friends and now she looks foolish. Great job, (Name), A+ for you. “Sorry, I just-” Taking a deep breath you look to the redhead. “I’ll go if you do?”

Lily shrugged, “Sounds cool to me,” looking to the marauders, she smirked. ‘But we’re going this my way- the muggle way.”

Cue a symphony of groans from the boys.

“How- Sirius move your hand over- No not there- Remus!” James huffed angrily and threw his hands up in the air, looking sharply over to his girlfriend.The group of teens had hiked into the woods near a muggle village, nowhere close to the Forbidden Forest. It was just a normal forest, with normal creatures and lots of bugs. They’d found a clearing big enough for that they needed, and started setting up camp.

“Lily!”

“Yes, dear?” Said redhead reclined with her gal pal by the campfire, their tent already pitched and ready to go. “Are you boys having a bit of trouble?”

James merely whined in response, slumping his shoulders. “Why did you make my leave my wand again?”

“Because this is a muggle experience, James,” Lily chuckled, looking very smug herself. “Look, Remus has the hang of it,” she gestured to said werewolf who, now that his friend’s had given up on “helping” was doing pretty well fixing up the tent. “He really knows how to pitch a tent, eh (Name)?”

You looked away from the fire towards the object of your affections who was very focused on his work. “Yeah, he is pretty-” your words cut short when you realized the innuendo. “Lily Evans!” You shouted, grabbing a hot dog from the bag at your feet and throwing it at her.

“Hey guys!” Sirius shouted, laughing at the scene. “Evans just took a weiner to the face!” The punkass lil hoe howled with laughter before pointing to his friend with a quizzical look.” Hey James, isn’t that your job?”

“Okay, you know what-” James tackled his friends, the boys playfully wrestling on the floor.

Remus merely sighed and pulled the almost erected tent away from their brawl.

Within an hour or so, three tents stood erect in the clearing, all surrounding a beautifully roaring campfire. A few logs the boys had found sat around the fire as seats, Sirius claimed one for himself, James and Lily sat on another totally canoodling, so that left Remus and you on your own little log. The sun was nearing the horizon, and the Scottish woods didn’t provide much warmth.

“Geez,” you muttered, leaning closer to the fire and rubbing your arms. “It’s getting pretty chilly.”

Sirius cast a quick, reassuring glance towards Remus who hastily used the encouragement to remove his jacket and place it on your shoulders. “Here, take my jacket.”

Chuckling a bit shyly, you smiled at him with a thanks that he awkwardly nodded to.

“Yeah, James, it is getting a bit cold.”

“Well damn, Lily! I can’t control the weather!”

Cue a prompt punch to James’ shoulder. “Geez, I was only kidding!” James laughed, rubbing where she punched before removing his jacket and wrapping his beloved in it.

Sirius stretched with a groan. “Well, I don’t know about you guys but I’m getting hungry,” he reached over to Lily’s bag and pulled out the bag of hot dogs. “Now would be a good time to have our wands, ya know.”

“Go find a stick,” Lily teased, scrunching her nose. “Fetch, doggy.”

Sirius looked open mouthed at her, looking genuinely hurt. “James-”

“BURN!” James shouted, holding one hand up to his mouth and giving Lily a high five with the other. When Sirius looked at him with a “dude really?” look of defeat, James merely shrugged. “What man, I can’t deny a good burn!”

“I’ll go look for some sticks, but you-” he pointed to Lily, “Don’t get one.”

Lily shrugged, snuggling up to James.

Sirius came back with enough sticks for everyone- but Lily of course. James however was being all gooey and in love and let her use hs and said he could wait for her to get her fill, going so far as to pull out a blanket for the two of them to cuddle up under. #goals

“Are you enjoying yourself, (Name)?” Remus asked timidly as he handed you a bun for your hotdog.

“Yeah, actually,” you smile at him, scooting a bit closer to him- for warmth of course. “It’s.. nice here.” You closed your eyes and rested your head on his shoulder, not noticing the way he stiffened up at the touch.

With eyes wide, he looked to Sirius across the fire who gave him an enthusiastic thumbs up. Grinning broadly, the Gryffindor got up and hurried over to his other half, whispering in his ear excitedly. James nodded smugly, whispering to Lily as Sirius went back to back to his log.

James stretched, yawning dramatically. “Well, I think it’s time we all go to bed, don’t you think, darling?”

“Yes, dear, I do think so,” Lily chorused, standing up and wrapping an arm around her hubby’s torso. “(Name), would you mind too terribly if I slept in James’ tent tonight instead of yours? I almost forgot, tonight is our three month anniversary and um.. he.. ya know.” She winked with a smirk.

Retracting yourself from Remus’ side sheepishly, as though you’d been caught doing something naughty even though it was completely innocent- adorable even. “Oh well, sure, that’s fine Lils, I’ll just sleep in the singular-”

“Actually!” Sirius interrupted, jumping over the shrinking fire and running to it. “This is mine, sorry (Name), I kinda peed on the back earlier thinking it was a tree. Don’t think you’ll wanna be sleepin in there, eh?”

“Ew,” you muttered, sighing and looking to the only other tent with realization, turning to the werewolf at your side with a mildly apologetic look. “Then, I guess..”

“We can share a tent,” Remus offered fidgeting a bit with awkwardness, gesticulating more than he should have. “That’s... uh, that’s fine with me, as long as... em, as long as you’re- you’re okay with it?”

“Oh, well, yeah, it’s fine with me, I mean...” You scratch the back of your neck and look towards your friends shaking your head and shrugging too dramatically than necessary. “Why, uh, why wouldn’t it be?” You clapped once, just to keep your hands from moving more than they already were. “Yeah.”

“Yeah,” Remus echoed, nodding along, his lips pressed into a line.

James and Lily had retreated to their tent, it appears Lily was a hypocrite because she brought her wand along and used a silencing charm on the tent. (They legit were just cuddling and being cute and domestic but they had to play it up ya know, for effect.) Sirius was taking a leak in the woods, so you thought it best to go ahead and get ready for bed.

Remus was finishing off a hotdog when you excused yourself, heading into the tent to change into your pajamas. The tent was small, even for muggle tents, the opening small enough for you to have to crawl into it and hardly tall enough for you to sit up comfortably, unless you were in the dead centre.

You discarded Remus’ jacket and put it on his side of the tent and had just started to unbutton your flannel when the tent flaps opened and a fluffy head of mousy brown hair emerged.

“Hey, (Name), where’s your sleeping-” His eyes met about 8 inches below your eyes where your flannel was open and then shot up to your eyes, his mouth dropping open. Your hands flew to pull your shirt closed as you bit your lip and looked away from him.

“Um, I uh-”

“Oh wow, I uh, I mean, not wow, I mean not that it- you, aren’t- I mean-” Remus tensed up, his face going red as he stumbled back over his hands. “Bye.”

One hand kept your shirt clasped together as the other went to your mouth, your teeth anxious nibbling on your thumb nail. He totally saw my boobs, Merlin's beard! You thought as you rushed to change into your pajamas.

Oh Merlin, I totally saw her... oh Merlin, Remus thought as he sat outside of the tent, his knees in the dirt.

“You okay, Moons?” Sirius questioned as he reentered the camp sight, wiping his hands on a leaf before dropping it to the ground.

Remus stood and rushed over to his friend, fidgeting and anxious. “She was changing and I sorta...”

“Oh dude nice!” Sirius exclaimed, prompting Remus to clout him about the head. “Well, did you see anything?” He inquired in a more hushed tone.

Mouth open and eyes wide, Remus shook his head sternly. “No! Of course- Okay maybe.. Merlin.. just like, like a little but not-”

“You totally saw her rack, didn’t ya mate?” Sirius chuckled lowly, biting his lip and nodding appreciatively. “Up top,” he raised his hand for a high five.

“No!” Remus pawed down his friend’s hand- no pun intended. “I didn’t mean to! I didn’t know- no lingering, there, there was no lingering, mhmm, none.”

“Aw, come on man!” Sirius groaned, bending his knees and gesturing with his entire body to the campsite. “You’re gonna be with her for the entire weekend! You know she has the hots for you, and you totally think she’s beyond rad-”

“Sirius, please stop talking like a muggle.”

“”And besides!” Padfoot went on, ignoring his friend’s complaints. “That’s the whole reason we brought her here! For you two to finally shack up and stop pining after each other!”

“Just… be cool ok,” Remus pleaded, still red in the face and a bit breathless. “I’m just going to head to bed, okay. You get some sleep too.”

“As long as you two lovebirds don’t keep me up all night,” Sirius winked and headed towards his tent with a spring in his step.

Remus had taken a breath or two to settle his nerves before finally turning towards the tent. After giving a side-glance to the embers of what used to be the fire, Remus swallowed the lump in his throat, forcing his jitters down with it. He strode towards the tent and kneeled down, whispering “(Name)?”

“Yes?” Came a sleepy voice.

“Are you decent?”

“Mhmm.”

Remus hesitantly opened the tent flap and peeked in, seeing your sleeping form cuddled up in your sleeping bag, your back facing the middle. Guess I’ll sleep in my clothes then, he thought with an internal sigh.

Feeling inept, the werewolf crawled into the cramped tent attempting to find his preplaced sleeping bag in the faint light. He stumbled, feeling with his hands as best he can, though that wasn’t the best idea.

Suddenly, your head shifted towards your tent mate. “Um… Remus?” Your voice was squeaky and faint.

“Yeah?” He responded, his voice just as high, if not more.

“You’re hand is… it’s kinda grabbin’ my boob…”

“Merlin’s beard, oh!” Remus exclaimed, jumping backwards and hitting the top of the tent with his head causing the middle rod collapse in the middle. “Oh Merlin,” he sighed, the tent falling atop his head.

Struggling to get your arms out of the sleeping bag, you found yourself laughing louder than you should be. “How did you-?” Your laughter mixed with Remus’ as he realized how ridiculous that must’ve looked.

“I don’t even know!” Remus managed between cackles as he held the tent up so he could see you too busy laughing to pull the tent up yourself. “Merlin, (Name),” Remus chuckled, reaching over and tugging down the zipper of your sleeping bag so you could get out easier.

“Thanks,” you chuckle breathlessly, pulling the tent up over your head. As soon as you and Remus locked eyes, your hands over your head attempting to hold the tent up, you both broke into another fit of giggles. “You lift this, I’ll crawl out and try to put the rod back in place.”

You attempted to move forward, but soon realized that having him be the one to get out- being closer to the entrance and all- seemed like a better idea.

Within ten giggle filled minutes, the tent was back up and you were once again settling in for sleep. “G’night, Remus,” you muttered, your back facing the werewolf.

“Good night, (Name), sleep well,” Remus responded, curling up in his sleeping bag and settling in for sleep.

Morning rose and brought with it a layer of dew on any and everything at the camp site. Remus was the first to wake, the early morning sun beaming through the thin layer of polyester of their tent and waking him. He knew it would be difficult to weasel out of the tent without waking you, but as he looked over to your sleeping face, he wouldn’t dream of disturbing such serenity.

Gentle as he could, he shifted out of his sleeping bag, noticing how you shivered slightly with the gentle breeze that wafted in through the opening in the tent. Letting out a small chuckle, he unzipped his sleeping bag all the way and laid it over top of yours, gently tucking it around you. The added warmth was almost immediate, causing a content expression to cross over your sleeping face.

Smiling at your adorableness, Remus realized how awkward it’d be if you woke up to having him staring at you while you sleep. So, taking up his jacket from the night before, Remus squirmed out of the tent and went over to the smouldering remains of last nights fire.

One by one, everyone joined Remus by the campfire, indulging in a mediocre breakfast of lukewarm hot dogs and weak coffee. The day was spent doing boring camping stuff; hiking, splashing about in a river, looking (in vain- unless you count James in animagi form) for wildlife and playing hide and seek in the trees.

Sirius seemed a little too excited when nightfall came. He had good reason, an ace up his sleeve would prove interesting very soon. “Alright everyone, pack in!” The sly dog announced after cooking up some hamburgers over the fire. “I have a surprise waiting for everybody down at the lake!”

Lily gave her beau a suspicious glance to which the goofy stag merely shrugged in pure confusion, grease from his burger dripping down his chin.

Half an hour later, you and Remus were the last following the pack through the woods towards the lake. “Any idea what’s in store?”

Remus sighed, shaking his head. “Knowing Sirius, probably something involving nudity and/or minor law breaking.”

And our beloved anxious boy was right, boy was he right.

“Take off your clothes,” Sirius instructed simply once everyone had caught up to him. Unfortunately for everyone else he had already followed his instructions (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it- no innuendo intended.)

“What the bloody hell are you goin’ on about, Pads?” James screeched, covering his girlfriend’s eyes. You simply chose to enjoy the half-moonlight instead, Remus was a bit flustered about the whole ordeal to say the least.

“Skinny dipping, obviously,” Sirius gave an overdramatic shrug, “Why else would we go camping?”

“Um, to hike and get out of the castle?” Lily responded, moving James’ hand off her eyes. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Childhood trauma. Now get naked.” Without further word, Sirius turned on his heel and ran towards the lake with abandon. It was truly a sight.

Meanwhile, on land, James was stripping down as fast as possible and urging Lily to do the same.

You turned to Remus with a panicked expression, biting your lip. “Eh, Moony, wanna head back to camp and not get hypothermia and possibly a lake-dwelling parasite?”

“I would love to,” he said a bit too hastily, shaking his head at his friend’s antics. “I wonder if they realize we didn’t bring any towels?”

“Prolly not,” you chuckled, shrugging. “Have fun guys! Remus and I are going to save our recklessness for another time, see ya back at camp!”

They waved as the two of you walked off, the obligatory sex joke from Sirius’ part being a fond farewell. Halfway back to camp, you bumped Remus’ shoulder. “Thanks, by the way.”

“For?”

“This morning, your sleeping bag,” you glanced up at him, a small smile dancing on your lips. “Thanks.”

“Oh, oh, you’re welcome,” Remus stuttered a bit, your smile proving contagious. “Actually… since you brought them back up, I think I have an idea.”

“Could you just grab that end real quick?” Remus instructed, holding up yours and his sleeping bag at one end. You did as asked and he smiled at the product. “Perfect.”

He’d managed to zip one end of your sleeping bag to his to make a jumbo sleeping bag; with it splayed out open, it made a comfortably large blanket to sit on. “I saw this place not far away, do you trust me?”

“Enough,” you teased, taking up your end of the sleeping bag and following Remus past a few trees and down a hill. He led you to a beautiful valley with tall swaying grasses and the occasional shy bud of a flower. “Woah.”

“I thought so too,” Remus beamed, gesturing for you to help set out the blanket.

“Why didn’t you mention this place when we were scouting campsites?” You asked, splaying out the sleeping bags.

“And let James and Sirius destroy it?” Remus chuckled, fixing the corner before letting you get comfortable on it first. “I know they’re my best mates and all, but they can both be a down right git sometimes. They have habits of making messes, you know.”

“Yeah, I suppose,” you sighed, relaxing back on the makeshift blanket, your hands behind your head. “Remus, look! The stars are coming out!”

Remus lay beside you, his hands clasped on his stomach. You were right, the stars were shimmering high in the sky, the bright hustle and bustle of Hogwarts and the cities far from here, allowing the stars to bless the ground below with their unpolluted brilliance. The moon sat hardly a half crescent, yet still outshining even the most glimmering star.

You and he sat in awe, enjoying the stars in silent admiration. Faint in the distance, Padfoot howled, antagonizing the local wolves into their own howling fit, causing a chuckle to rumble through you. Remus was less amused by the persistent howling of wolves. A cricket chirped nearby, his sound constant and oddly comforting; not far away an owl hooted calmly, the rustle of leaves insinuating he’d caught his dinner.

“Do you know any constellations?” He mused, not looking away from the sky but still leaning his head towards you to show his attention.

You thought a moment, looking at the sky in attempt to find any. “Well, you see those three?” You pointed up vaguely, gesturing to the heavens. “That’s Orion’s Belt; and that star right there, that’s Sirius, and if you join it with those over there, you get Canis Major.”

“You’re making all these up aren’t you?” Remus chuckled, looking to you with an amused smile.

Lowering you arm, defeated, you groaned. “I had hoped you wouldn’t notice.” You turned to him, rolling onto your side with your bicep under your head as a pillow. “What gave me away?”

“For starters, Sirius is on the opposite side of the sky,” Remus chuckled, pointing to said star. “Having known the man for seven years, he made sure I could find him in the sky.”

You and he shared a laugh, going back to looking at the sky.

You had closed your eyes to enjoy the gentle breeze of the early night when Remus spoke up. “(Name)?”

“Yes?”

“I was…” He paused, obviously choosing his word choice. “Actually nevermind, it’s ridiculous.”

Sitting up, you huffed in an amused manner. “You can’t just leave it off there, Moony, now I’m curious!”

Remus sighed, his eyes tracking a silhouette across the sky as he sat up. “I just heard something earlier… about you, and I was going to ask about it but it’s-”

“What did Sirius say?” You groaned, knowing that playboy gossip always had something juicy on the end of that silver tongue of his.

“He possibly insinuated that you might… fancy me?” Remus seemed as though the words were uncomfortable in his mouth. “I almost told him to sod off, you know. Such nonsense, you liking me? Honestly, it’s pretty preposterous don’t you think?” He gave a chuckle, lowering his head and scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “Poor sod probably just had too much firewhiskey that night, was dreaming things.”

“I don’t think so, Moons,” you muttered, nibbling your bottom lip with worry. “It’s not totally ludicrous.”

“Of course it is!” Remus exclaimed, tossing his hand up in the air. “I mean, look at you!” His eyes glanced over you, a bewildered smile on his face. “You’re absolutely stunning, with more brains than you know what to do with, and… you’re an absolute delight to be around, you’re breathtakingly witty and clever as the devil.”

Your lips fumbled to create words, your eyes wide as dinner plates as they searched the blanket for a response. Remus meanwhile, had continued to go on.

“And look at me, a mess beyond correction.” He slumped his shoulders as he continued. “I hardly sleep, eating is the last thing on my mind half the time. I’m not sure how I made it to Prefect, I never study and I always feel like I’m behind in class because… well, because I am! And for you, to possibly like that, is indeed ludicrous.”

“I have a different opinion,” you shrugged, looking up through the bit of hair the wind had pushed to your face. “I do like you, believe it or not.” You hesitantly reached your hand over to his, he flinched at the contact. “I don’t mind all those things, Remus, because… well, because they’re wrong.”

“They-”

“Wrong, Remus,” you insisted gently, finally looking him in the eye. “You’re the smartest person I know, James and Sirius would’ve been expelled by now had it not been for you. You keep them together, you keep them from killing themselves, or others. You’re responsible for your entire house, you’ve been given that title because you earned it, Remus.”

His lips were parted, words forming at the tip of his tongue yet swallowed down by his nerves.

“You’re clever, cleverer than I am, cleverer than anyone in Hogwarts,” you took his hand in yours, lifting it up. “And you’re the strongest person I know. All of this,” you gently ran your thumb over a scar on his hand. “I… It’s admirable, I am in constant awe of how strong you are.”

“Look at me, (Name),” Remus whispered, shaking his head. “Look at me, scars and scrapes and cuts and bruises and-”

“And the brightest eyes, and the softest hair and the sweetest voice,” you continued on, placing a hand on his cheek. “Remus, you’re really, really awesome, you know that?”

“You’re one to talk,” Remus chuckled, leaning into your hand. “You’re insane for thinking all of this, you know?”

You sighed, tracing your thumb over a scar on his cheek. “Oh well, but it’s not going to go away.”

“How can I make it go away?” Remus murmured, his breath hitching at the feeling of your thumb on his skin.

“You can try kissing me.”

Remus’ breath hitched, his mouth falling open and his eyes widening. “I… uh, I don’t… not that that I mean I-”

“Remus,” you interrupted, smiling at the flustered boy. “Here.” You slowly leaned in, kissing his cheek, right on his newest scar. “Go steady with me?”

#remus x reader #remus fluff #remus lupin #remus imagine #remus #marauders era remus #mod emerald #mod emerald writes #mod emerald rants

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thejustinmarshall · 6 years ago

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Rocktopia Comes to Bergen PAC featuring Dee Snider

Interview by Danny Coleman

“It’s pretty exciting to be asked to be part of this thing. I did the week on Broadway as did a few other of my peers and I’ve been asked to return and do more shows with them and that is really flattering,” stated Dee Snider as he once again readies to take the stage as part of, “Rocktopia” at The Bergen PAC in Englewood, NJ Thursday October 18.

Making its debut in 2016 when, “Rocktopia: Live From Budapest” was recorded in front of an enthusiastic audience; this brain child of Rob Evans (“Les Miserables,” “Jekyll & Hyde,” Trans-Siberian Orchestra) and Maestro Randall Craig Fleischer has been called, “Electrifying” and “Spine-tingling” by critics worldwide.

A 2016 twenty city U.S. tour was followed by a limited Broadway engagement this past spring which is where Twisted Sister front man Dee Snider first brought his, “Unknown” talents to the forefront.

“It’s weird, when I walk out on stage, the first song I sing is, “Stairway To Heaven” and there’s an audible gasp from the audience when I open my mouth and I’m not screaming,” he said with a laugh. “I just start singing in a very Robert Plant voice, “There’s a lady who’s sure….”and people go ah he can sing! That was one of the things when after every show you go outside and sign autographs and one of the biggest comments is, I didn’t know that you could sing; what do you think I’ve been doing with Twisted Sister? I mean, those in the know, know that I’m capable of doing more.”

Those in the know knew enough to approach him once again; something which Dee found mildly baffling when approached prior to the Broadway performances. “I’m not sure,” he stated hesitantly. “I know that they reached out because they were looking for recognizable rock stars that could handle the situation. I don’t know why they thought of me, I don’t think anything that I’ve done actually reflected that; although those in the know are well aware that I’m capable of much more than I’m known for.”

Although those initial Broadway appearances were his first with this production; Snider is not a stranger to the bright lights. “I was in “Rock Of Ages” which was an actual Broadway musical, this is a Broadway concert experience; so for me this was a bit of a return. I got bitten by that bug and fortunately the community was very welcoming to me.”

However this show is definitely a different approach; especially now that he has a solo record which has ascended up the metal charts along with a tour of his own in progress.

“I’ve got a new solo record that entered the “Billboard Charts” at number 20 and now it’s the number one metal album in the world, oddly. I’m doing shows with that in between but this is a whole different gear, a whole different mindset to go out and do “Rocktopia” and it’s a challenge. When they called me and offered me the gig in the first place, I was like, I’ve never sang a ballad on stage, ever. A ballad means standing still and I don’t stand still, so for me to just go out and stand there and have to just sing and be judged on the voice alone was really challenging. That to me, challenges are what life is all about, to feel like; can I do this? I mean, I knew that I could but knowing and executing are two different things.”

Snider being Snider is what audiences look for and in a production which has a five piece rock band, a 30 member choir, a 20 piece orchestra, along with opera and Broadway vocalists; is that possible? Well not only is it possible but it is now expected as he does his best to bring an edge to every performance and his fellow performers.

“It’s not an acting thing; of course there’s rehearsals with a full choir and orchestra, the stage is very crowded and it’s a big stage and still very crowded. There’s a lot of preparation to get all of those ducks in a row and have everything coming out right but it’s an experience that I am so excited to get a chance to be a part of. They had Pat Monahan from Train do a couple of weeks and Robin Zander did a week and they brought me in for a week and while I wanted to go in there and do the best job that I could, I also wanted to add something and an audience member after the show said to me, “I saw the show with Pat Monahan and he was great but you brought the dirty” and I said; excuse me (laughs)? She went on to say that rock ‘n’ roll has got some attitude, rock ‘n’ roll is the bad boy in the room and Pat is a great singer but he’s very legit and you brought some swagger and I was glad to bring that swagger. As a matter of fact, I brought that swagger backstage in a big way. After my first night I go on after a singer named Chloe Lowery and she crushes it, what a fucking voice! She sings, “Alone” by Heart; she out sings Ann Wilson and Ann Wilson created it,” he explained with a hearty laugh. “So I have to go on after her and sing, “Stairway,” so I’m waiting to go on and she’s just blowing the place up. So as they start playing my intro I walk over to the side stage and she’s coming off and I say; Chloe? Fuck you! Chloe’s face dropped and I go off and sing my song and later she comes over to me and says; “Dee what did I do wrong?” I said no, no, no that was my highest compliment. That meant that you put me in a position where I had to go on after that and to me that’s what it’s about. Everybody going out there and going for blood and that pushes me to be better so I meant that as a compliment. So by the end of the week everybody in the cast and crew were screaming, “Fuck you” at everybody; the opera singer, “Dee, fuck you (laughs),” so like I said, I brought the dirty but everybody is amazing at what they do, they’re all the best at what they do. Look at Rob’s credentials, Alyson Cambridge (Madame Butterfly, La Boheme)the opera singer’s credentials; these people are in the biggest shows in New York. Everybody earned their place there and every night they’re giving it their all, it’s amazing.”

A concert meets the symphony which meets the opera and pays tribute to, “Musical innovators across the centuries,” “Rocktopia” features the music of Journey, Mozart, Queen, Beethoven, Aerosmith, Handel, Led Zeppelin, Tchaikovsky, U2, Heart, Puccini and more but Snider wants all to know that this show bucks the trends of today.

“The thing that people should know about this show is that the orchestra with rock ‘n’ roll has now been officially done to death. This is very different, it mixes classical with classic rock. You’ve seen Metallica with a symphony orchestra and it’s not that, you’ve got great opera singers, great Broadway singers and me a rock singer with a choir and an orchestra and 50 pieces up there and a rock band and we’re doing both and there’s a lot of mash ups which is really interesting. So it is different than what has been done before and it’s very compelling actually; as Rob Evans the co-creator says, “Imagine a party where you walk in and at that same party are Bach and Beethoven and Freddie Mercury and Robert Plant and they all deserve to be in that same room because they all have their place in the hierarchy of music. Rock ‘N’ Roll has earned its place at that table and this show speaks loudly to that. I want to stress to people that it’s not rock music with an orchestra. This is different and its an education for those who lean towards the classical and those who lean towards the rock stuff. This shows that both of these need to be respected, they are both worth your time.”

The 7:30 p.m. Bergen PAC show is the only one in the New Jersey area with an October 20 performance in Brookville, NY to follow. Although Snider moved to the west coast a while back, he still considers the Metro New York vicinity home; does this alter his approach? “It’s always great to be home and when you’re from the Tri-state area there’s a certain attitude and that doesn’t go away because I may be in a more gentle environment. I’m going from screaming my lungs out on my new record, “For The Love of Metal” which is mind-numbingly aggressive and heavy to singing sweet as a bird on, “Kashmir” and “Stairway To Heaven” and hopefully I do them all equally as well.”

To discover more about Rocktopia or purchase tickets, please visit www.rocktopia.com.

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The Manga Revue, 8/13/18

There are two kinds of people: those who like to camp, and those who don’t. I fall squarely in the second category — not because I hate the great outdoors, but because I’m fond of hot showers and comfy beds. Still, the prospect of reading a manga about a group of camping enthusiasts intrigued me: is camping popular in Japan? Would its characters hike in the deep wilderness or pitch their tents at KOA? Are bears as much a problem for Japanese backpackers as they are for Americans hikers? Laid-Back Camp didn’t answer all of my questions, but it definitely earned a spot on my pull list. Read on for details.

Laid-Back Camp, Vol. 1 Story and Art by Afro Translation by Amber Tamosaitis Yen Press, 178 pp. Rated T, for Teen

Laid-Back Camp may be the most quintessentially Japanese thing I’ve read this year: it features cute girls doing cute things, all while imparting information about camping gear. There’s no real plot to speak of, just a meet-cute in the first chapter that introduces seasoned camper Rin to enthusiastic newbie Nadeshiko. Through one of those only-in-manga coincidences, Rin and Nadeshiko attend the same school, where two other girls — Aoi and Chiaki — are struggling to recruit members for their Outdoor Exploration Club. You can guess what happens next: Nadeshiko joins the club and, by dint of her Golden Retriever personality, brings the skeptical Rin into the fold.

Each chapter is built around a skill or a piece of equipment. In “Mount Fuji and Cup Ramen,” for example, Rin explains how to build the perfect campfire, calling dried pine cones “nature’s premier fire starter,” while in “You Can Only Go Camping If You Have the Gear,” the Outdoor Exploration Club pores over catalogs, debating the merits of down and synthetic sleeping bags. (They even try their hand at making one out of cardboard, bubble wrap, and mylar.) These passages are deftly woven into the fabric of each story, playing a natural part of the girls’ conversations as they plan camping trips. Dashes of humor and breath-taking scenery add welcome nuance to the storytelling, preventing it from tipping into 4-koma wackiness or edu-manga dullness. Best of all, Rin is a genuinely interesting character, a small, self-sufficient kid who prefers camping by herself in the winter. Though volume one doesn’t explain how she caught the camping bug, author Afro has done such a good job of fleshing out Rin that it doesn’t matter; we can see how someone as introspective and tenacious as she is would exhibit such a delightfully independent streak. Recommended, even for those who prefer the Great Indoors.

Must-Read Reviews

NerdSpan’s Keith Hendricks has quickly become one of my favorite manga critics, bringing the same enthusiasm and insight to comics as different as Master Keaton and Kakagurui: Compulsive Gambler. His recent review of Astra Lost in Space, for example, offers this thoughtful assessment of Kenta Shinohara’s draftsmanship:

Shinohara’s planets are such magnificent fictive ecospheres, and his examples of imaginary science so instantly credible, that one takes him not only for a mangaka, but an authority on exobiology and exogeology. Shinohara builds these planets from the ground up, so that one has an idea of not only their climate, and the evolution of their biosphere, but the physical and astronomical data of the planet; and even when these aren’t directly stated, one gets the idea that they’re under the surface somewhere. Moreover, these planets would only be slightly more believable if he had photographs, for he is an excellent line artist not only of teenagers and sci-fi hardware–common skills in comic book creators–but of alien lifeforms and alien worlds.

Also worth reading is Martin de la Iglesia‘s essay “Has AKIRA Always Been a Cyberpunk Comic?”, an in-depth look at the manga’s reception in the US and Germany.

New and Noteworthy

Attack on Titan Character Encyclopedia (Dennis Amith, J-Ent! Online)

Black Torch, Vol. 1 (Eric Cline, AiPT!)

Black Torch, Vol. 1 (Rebecca Silverman, Anime News Network)

Black Torch, Vol. 1 (Leroy Douresseaux, Comic Book Bin)

Elegant Yokai Apartment Life, Vols. 1-3 (Adele, Yatta-Tachi)*

Fruits Basket another, Vol. 1 (Helen and Krystallina, The OASG)

Go for It, Nakamura! (LG, A Library Girl’s Familiar Diversions)

Hakumei & Michoki, Vol. 1 (J. Caleb Mozzocco, Good Comics for Kids)

Harakuna Receive, Vol. 1 (Evan Bourgault, Boston Bastard Brigade)

Magical Girl Raising Project, Vol. 1 (Brittney Vincent, Otaku USA)

Pokémon Adventures, Vol. 1 (Julie, Manga Maniac Cafe)

School of Horns, Vol. 1 (Alisha Taran, Reality’s a Bore)

Seven Shakespeares, Vol. 1 (Krystallina, Daiyamanga)

Sleepy Princess in the Demon Castle, Vol. 1 (Katherine Dacey, The Manga Critic)

That Wolf Boy is Mine!, Vol. 1 (Allison, Bloom Reviews)

Val x Love, Vol. 1 (Brittney Vincent, Otaku USA)

Ongoing Series

Aoharu x Machinegun, Vol. 11 (Alisha Taran, Reality’s a Bore)

Attack on Titan: Junior High, Vol. 5 (Sean Gaffney, A Case Suitable for Treatment)

Bleach, Vol. 73 (Cold Cobra, Anime UK News)

A Bride’s Story, Vol. 2 (Julie, Manga Maniac Cafe)

Dead Dead Demon’s Dededede Destruction, Vol. 1 (Nick Creamer, Anime News Network)

Gabriel Dropout, Vol. 4 (Krystallina, The OASG)

Hayate the Combat Butler, Vol. 2 (SKJAM, SKJAM! Reviews)

My Hero Academia, Vol. 14 (Eric Cline, AiPT!)

My Hero Academia, Vol. 14 (Kathleen Townsend, Looking Glass Reads)

One Piece, Vol. 8 (Julie, Manga Maniac Cafe)

The Promised Neverland, Vol. 5 (Sean Gaffney, A Case Suitable for Treatment)

Sacrificial Princess and the King of Beasts, Vol. 2 (Krystallina, The OASG)

Sleepy Princess in the Demon Castle, Vol. 2 (Leroy Douresseaux, Comic Book Bin)

A Terrified Teacher at Ghoul School, Vol. 3 (Alisha Taran, Reality’s a Bore)

Tokyo Tarareba Girls, Vol. 1 (Mim, Yatta-Tachi)

Wake Up, Sleeping Beauty, Vol. 5 (Alisha Taran, Reality’s a Bore)

What Did You Eat Yesterday?, Vol. 13 (Eric Cline, AiPT!)

Yuuna and the Haunted Hot Springs, Vol. 3 (Aaron, Manga Energy)

From the Vault

Dance in the Vampire Bund, Vol. 9 (Julie, Manga Maniac Cafe)

Komomo Confiserie, Vols. 1-5 (Krystallina, Daiyamanga)

The One I Love (Krystallina, Daiyamanga)

Ranma 1/2 (Megan R., The Manga Test Drive)

Slam Dunk, Vol. 13 (Julie, Manga Maniac Cafe)

YuYu Hakusho, Vols. 8-10 (Aaron, Manga Energy)

YuYu Hakusho, Vol. 11 (Aaron, Manga Energy)

YuYu Hakusho, Vol. 12 (Aaron, Manga Energy)

* Denotes a digital-first or digital-only release.

By: Katherine Dacey

#Anime #News #Manga Bookshelf

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Title: Love, Maybe? {6}

Chris Evans X Reader Vixen Giovanni

Series Warning: Plot, Cursing,Slow Burn, Angst (Tiny Bit)

Word Count: 2.8K

Summary: After a night of drunkenness you wake up next to warm, hot as hell body, a migraine and no memory of the night before. When you come to realize that the hot body belongs to none other than Hollywood’s golden boy Chris Evans you freak out. As events unfold you become even more panicked to find out you got married in your drunken haze. What else is there to do but get it annulled, right? Before walking away, you share one more night of molten kisses and passion. 3 years later you are still living with the repercussions of your brash decisions, but the surprised don’t stop there the past has a way of coming back and have you questioning is this fate that you’ve been running from, hell could it have been love, maybe?

Note: Italic texts is an inner Vixen thought

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Chapter 6: Opportunity Comes Knocking

-Vixen-

“This could be such an amazing opportunity Vix,” Nexus said.

You sat in your living room in a pair of comfy shorts, a tank, and a mega cup of filled with your Caramel Latte. Nexus was sitting beside you enthusiastically showing you the folder filled with the information on what she deemed as “the next step.” You looked to your left at Ella babbling on her playmat playing with various toys strewn across the mat. You smiled to yourself. It had been a brutal learning curve, but you were finally in a place where you were comfortable and happy with your life. You’d finally gotten to a place where you didn’t feel guilty or lonely—most nights.

“Hello, earth to Vixen.”

“Eh-woah, er’ ta ‘ixen,” Ella echoed. You smiled widely. Nexus put the folder down and scurried to Ella and threw herself in front of her and began playing with her.

“Who’s auntie’s favorite? Is it you? Is it Ella?”

Ella nodded enthusiastically and clapped her hands together. She truly did brighten every day. You sighed and took up the folder and perused it slowly. One of the many brochures said “it was an opportunity of a lifetime, sit on a panel of other chefs talk about cooking and everything related, plug your restaurant and rub elbows with the who’s who in the culinary world.” That did sound tempting. You knew it would be an incredible opportunity. Who knew who you’d meet and the connections they had that could be beneficial to you, and that was just the beginning. You chewed your bottom lip as you continued to read through the content.

When your eyes finally got to the location of this opportunity, your eyes bugged. Los Angeles, California. You groaned, closed your eyes, and pinched the bridge of your nose. Of course, it was LA. Why would it be anywhere else? The universe would never allow it to be anywhere like New York, or Miami or even Vegas. At the thought of Vegas, your mind flashed through all the memories of your drunken night.

After a few weeks when you returned home, your memory came back, and boy was it crippling. You remembered meeting him, remembered drinking together, laughing, talking, and playing poker with him. He was good, and that is how the two of you began giving each other wagers. First, it started small; whoever lost the hand the loser had to buy the next two rounds. Then they increased, whoever lost the next hand had to tell a secret. Then whoever lost the next hand had to divulge a fear, then a desire and before you knew it, the wager was huge. Someone from the crowd blurted out, “marry her.” You lost that hand but not without putting up a good fight.

That was only the beginning, from poker you went to the slot machines then more drinking and then you went to a strip club where you gave him a private lapdance that ended in the hottest kiss you’d ever had and him on one knee asking you to marry him. You didn’t think he was serious, but that didn’t stop you from saying yes. Next thing you knew you’d both gone to a jewelry store and picked out each other’s rings and within the hour you were Mr. and Mrs. and off to the hottest, most intense, passion-filled night of sex you’d ever had. Chris Evans was a freak with a capital F.

Your memory came back with a vengeance, and while you were confused you also understood, he was charismatic, funny, mysterious and yes hot but you sensed something else underneath the whole Hollywood thing, you’d sensed a person. When he talked about his family, friends, his fears and dreams, you saw the real person. He even told you that having a family that would never leave and he could build with and grow with and give a good life to would be his ultimate life’s purpose, but he had too much to accomplish first. You and he were the same, just different bodies and different genders.

Your eyes landed on Ella still playing with Nexus. Your scanned over her tiny features and bright eyes. She was now your life’s purpose. She was the most important thing to you, and you’d do anything to make her happy and protect her. You sighed again and looked back to the folder. If this opportunity was anywhere but LA you’d be jumping all over it, but the fact that it was in LA made you apprehensive. He lived in LA. You knew exactly where he lived. You’d tried hard to forget but never did. You never forgot anything after you finally remembered. It was all a movie on loop every night before you drifted off to sleep. Some nights it was a romantic comedy, but most nights it was a nightmare.

“What’s got you so zoned out?”

You looked up to Nexus and shook your head.

“Nothing. You’re right; this is an amazing opportunity.”

“So you’ll do it? I already filled out the paperwork just waiting to send it off,” Nexus informed.

You shook your head.

“I don’t know Nex; it’s LA. I can’t just up and go. What about the restaurant?”

“Uh, hello, you have me. I can more than handle it while you’re gone.”

“And what about Ella? I can’t just leave her.”

“You’ve never been anywhere without her except work, or school and back for three years Vix. You can go for a few days. Mom, dad, and I can take care of her. Plus, this is ultimately for her. Imagine if you go out there and rub elbows and get some sort of connect in the industry. That would be amazing.”

She was right. She knew all the buttons to push. It wasn’t fair. You looked at Ella again. It had been you and her against the world since you found out you were pregnant. You’d never thought to end the pregnancy, never thought to put her up for adoption even though you were eyeballs deep in debt, working all the time and using whatever else energy you found to stay at the top of your culinary program. You refused to quit. You couldn’t imagine life without her at this point. You rubbed your forehead and groaned.

“I’ll think about it.”

“Vix, the paperwork needs to be in tomorrow. There is no telling if this will come back around ever.”

You dropped your head back and stared at the ceiling. Fear was a powerful opportunity blocker.

“Is there another reason besides Ella you’re struggling with this?”

“Of course, there is, if I go to LA I could see him and then it would only be a matter of time before my life unravels.”

You took a deep breath and shook your head. You’d lied a lot in the last three years. You lied about what happened in Vegas; you lied about what happened when you disappeared from your friends for that night and the next day. You lied about your impromptu stop in LA; you lied about why you didn’t want to date. Lied about who Ella’s father was. Lied about why he wasn’t involved. Till this day your family knew nothing. You were tired of lying, but the alternative was more stressful. Plus the NDA was put in place for this reason, right?

“No, there’s nothing else.”

Nexus studied you with her hawk eyes. That girl could sift through a lie quicker and better than any detective. She didn’t look like she believed you, matter of fact from day one she looked as if she didn’t believe any of your bullshit. Now she looked like she was getting sick and tired of it. You got up and took Ella with you to the kitchen and began preparing her snack. Not too long after you felt Nexus’ hot glare on your back, you avoided her eyes. As Ella got older and older, the lies became harder and harder. She was beginning to look more and more like him, and you knew it was only a matter of time before the lies would have to stop.

“Vixen Star Giovanni.”

You groaned. The mention of your full name brought you back to childhood when your parents used it to signify you were in deep shit.

“Yes, Nexus Sun Giovanni?”

Both of you stared each other down, but after a few seconds, both of you laughed out loud. Soon Ella joined in. It always worked; the sound of both of your names out loud was just too much. You and Nexus joked all through your childhood that either your parents were high as hell when they came up with the names or they were some deep-rooted hippies. You handed Ella her cut up banana and graham crackers.

“’Ah koo.”

You kissed the top of her sandy blondish hair and placed her in her highchair beside the kitchen island.

“There is no hidden reason Nex, I just don’t want to leave my daughter.”

“You act like we’re strangers.”

“I know you’re not. Don’t take it that way.”

Nexus sighed and shook her head.

“I get it, but I think you should jump at this,” she finished.

You nodded.

“Got it.”

The three of you enjoyed the rest of the afternoon together watching cartoons, snacking, and playing with toys. It was your preferred way to spend a day. You didn’t remember the last time you stepped foot in a club or had a date. Adult life was overrated now; if it wasn’t work, then you took no parts in it; Ella was your favorite person, and you didn’t have the energy to pretend otherwise.

Nexus left a little after four when you put Ella down for her nap. You took the opportunity to clean up and get started on dinner. You knew Ella would be up in about two hours, and then it would be dinner, a little play, bath, and bed. While you cooked, you played your music on low and got lost in the joy you felt every time you cooked. You loved putting ingredients together to create something delicious or complex with contrasting flavors and aromas. It was your passion, and you were lucky to have been able to make a career out of it; not everyone was so fortunate.

After you’d finished making dinner, you sat down on the veranda with a glass of wine and your thoughts. As you sipped the wine, you looked to the box sitting on the small glass table and contemplated opening it. You knew what was inside. After several more sips and even deeper thought you did the inevitable and opened the box to reveal your diamond encrusted ring. You took it out and stared at it and allowed yourself to drift off. You knew it was pathetic to keep revisiting something that held no significance, but you couldn’t help it.

Since you realized you were pregnant, the first thing that came to mind was your mother’s stupid notion of fate. It was a concept you’d run from your entire life. You hated the idea of fate. The idea that you held no control of your own life, that some unseen force pulled the strings and you unavoidably followed the path set out for you. You believed in freedom of choice and good and bad decision-making being the culprit behind your life’s outcomes. Your pregnancy was like a slap in the face from fate, and it came with a painful sting.

Interestingly enough the day after you’d found out you were pregnant was the day you got the final paperwork for the divorce. Three and a half months from the day. You had a great big laugh at fate and chucked your middle fingers to it.

You sighed out; it was still a beautiful ring. He had good taste, even drunk. You groaned and finished the glass.

“God Vix, the man didn’t want you. How in the hell are you still hung up on this?”

You refilled your glass and drank some more. You hadn’t dared put it back on since LA. You took out your phone and went into your “Keepsafe” app and found the video. Your finger hovered over the play button, you chewed your bottom lip and thought if this was the smartest decision. Again, you sighed and pressed play. The video came to life, and instantly, you saw Chris at the alter waiting with the minister. He stood there with a grin from ear to ear in his cheesy costumed outfit. You pinched your lips together and held in the laugh. “Kiss the Girl” came on and you snorted. It was one of his favorite songs; he loved Disney songs.

Then you came into view in your equally cheesy costume and a grin to match his. If strangers watched this, they’d think you two were head over heels instead of shit-faced drunk. You slowly walked down the aisle to him as he swayed to the music. Then you heard him loudly imitate one of the animals in the background from the soundtrack. You busted out laughing and quickly covered your mouth in an effort to stop yourself. He smiled again more widely. Once you reached him, he leaned in to kiss you, but the minister placed the bible between your lips so they didn’t touch and shook his finger at you.

The ceremony began you held hands with your fingers interwoven like waffles. It was the way you preferred to hold hands, seemingly it was also his. The two of you never stopped smiling and staring at each other like teenagers. The introduction was quick and just a verse from Corinthians about love. You doubt any of it registered then; it did now though. Once the introduction was over, the vows were the generic plain ones. Chris went first and repeated after the minister delivering the lines with expertise.

Watching again, you were amazed he looked like he meant them. You scoffed and shook your head, dismissing the idea. Of course, he didn’t mean it; the ink was barely dry before a divorce was in the works. After he said his vows, he leaned in, trying to kiss you but was blocked again by the bible placed between you. You repeated the same vows and attempted to kiss him, but still, you were blocked. The minister finished his sermon and pronounced you husband and wife. Before he could get the words out, your lips crashed together. The kiss wasn’t a quick one, it lasted quite a while and wasn’t a demure kiss either.

Chris held your thigh up to his waist and pressed his body into yours. Your moans could be heard clearly as the two witnesses watched on awkwardly. Chris’ hands snaked around to your backside and squeezed. The two of you looked intimately comfortable with one another. When your lips separated the heat between the two of you could be felt even now. You cleared your throat, feeling yourself getting drawn into the past. The two of you walked back down the aisle with hands joined to the sounds of “Let’s Get it On” and laughing up a storm. Once the two of you got to the camera you kissed again and showed off your rings with broad smiles then the video stopped. You sighed, leaned back and finished the glass of wine with one gulp.

“That was a mistake, Vix.”

The rest of the night went by as routinely as always. Ella made a complete mess of herself and the floor, and you happily laughed and babbles with her. After dinner, you sat on the floor and played together with her dolls and watched her favorite movie. Once it finished, she scurried to the bathroom with you hot on her heels. You decided to join her in the bath and sang songs and played with the bubbles. Before the water chilled, you carried her out and prepped her for bed, read her two stories, and sang one song. By the time the song finished, she was fast asleep. You sat there and just watched her. As she slept, you heard soft snores that ended with innocent moans, and you couldn’t imagine a better way to end your day. After nearly an hour of watching her, you kissed her cheek and walked to your bedroom. You dropped the robe and lied in your soft sheets where you proceeded to think some more about the decision you were faced with. You bit your bottom lip and reached over for your phone. Nex was right, it was an amazing opportunity, and you couldn’t pass it up. You shot her a text knowing she was awake.

MSG: Send in the paperwork Nex. You’re right.

After a minute, your phone vibrated with a response.

MSG Nexus: I know I’m right. I’m glad you decided to listen to me for once.

You rolled your eyes, tossed your phone to the side, and drifted off to sleep.

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Bars, Bikes, and Technology: Open Sprints in SLC

This article was first published in the July 2010 issue of Cycling Utah.

Heart pounding, you take a deep breath and bow your head as the crowd screams: three … two … one! Cranks slicing through the air with ease, your legs become a blur as they pick up speed and the excitement of the audience grows more audible. Only ten seconds into your stationary sprint and your lungs begin to burn. Your legs have turned against you and each crank rotation now takes every ounce of physical and mental willpower you can muster. “Fuck, why did I take that tequila shot before this?”

Someone leans into you and says you’re halfway, “Keep going, you’ve got her beat, come on now.” With renewed conviction, you ignore your aching body and let out a primal scream, unheard through the cheering spectators. Just as you think you’re going to explode off the rollers, the cheering spikes and you’re told to stop. What seemed like a lifetime was a brutal 1000 meters in 46.15 seconds, only .12 seconds ahead of your opponent, but a clearcut win.

Stepping off the rollers, you take another victory shot before asking for the puke bucket. If you aren’t familiar with this kind of bar experience, it’s called Goldsprints, or roller racing, and, in this form, has been around since the nineties all over the world.

The term was coined as a result of a roller racing event in Zurich, Switzerland, sponsored by a beer brand of the same name. It’s only fitting that this event has become popular bar entertainment. That’s right, though you may see a bunch of v-neck clad hipsters outside in matching “colorways,” this isn’t just a consequence of the fixed gear craze, and it just so happens that Salt Lake City is at the epicenter of its rising popularity.

Jonathan Morrison, perhaps better known for his work as one of the founders of the Salt Lake Bicycle Collective, is also a really big geek. Graduating with a Bachelor’s degree in Software Engineering, Morrison moved to Salt Lake from New York in 2000 to work for a local software company before meeting some fellow bicycle enthusiasts, eventually joining forces and making the Bicycle Collective his full-time job. About three years ago, Morrison found himself in Las Vegas, representing the Collective at Interbike, where New York City Goldsprints put on a roller racing event. Intrigued, he researched the source of the sprints software and followed it to Canada, where he found Navid Taslimi and offered to update the system.

Taslimi, however, wasn’t interested, so Morrison kept searching, eventually coming upon Opensprints.org, a website with a single link that allowed anyone to download the source code and design of their sprints software. Connecting with the people behind the site, Evan Farrar and Luke Orland, based in Chicago, Morrison started modifying the software. Truly a dream come true, as Morrison was able to combine both of his passions, cycling and software, and two seemingly opposite ones at that,

“I’ve always loved technology and bikes, ever since I was little it was bikes and things that blinked, and my mom would let me take stuff apart and put it together again … sometimes I even got them back together,” he says.

Thus, with the help of Todd Erickson and Cal Cruz, the first Salt City Sprints was held at Urban Lounge in 2008, resulting in a “technological flop” according to Morrison. About six months later, after some much needed fine-tuning, he was approached by the Bicycle Film Festival Director, Brendt Barbur. One of the festival sponsors, 42 Below Vodka, owned by Bacardi U.S.A. Inc., was looking for something fun and bike-related to do in bars. Morrison knew that Goldsprints were definitely it, so after putting in a proposal, and with the help of Erickson, Cruz, Farrar and Orland, they were given a contract by Bacardi to set up 20 kits to send to 20 cities. “We set out to design something that was bullet proof, that looked good and was up to their brand, that didn’t have any bugs and anyone could set it up,” says Morrison.

Once the software was up to par, the equipment became a problem. Rollers were needed that would be able to withstand the amount of beating they’d receive. So giving Kreitler Rollers the specs for what they were looking for, they came up with a unique design just for roller racing, the Kreitler OpenSprints Edition Goldsprints Rollers. Thanks to the advocacy work Morrison had done, he was able to find 20 people involved in their bicycle communities in 20 different cities willing to put on events in exchange for keeping the equipment sent to them.

These cities range across the country, from Los Angeles and San Francisco, to Miami and Atlanta, to Boston and New York City, all given identical equipment and software. OpenSprints has since become a legal entity with Morrison, Farrar and Orland as the co-owners, as has Salt City Sprints, the company founded by Erickson and Cruz that puts on events in Salt Lake and surrounding areas. Visiting Opensprints. org now will take you to a website where you can buy all the equipment needed for Goldsprints and download the open source software for free.

The equipment comes in parts at a low price, or preassembled and tested at a higher price. “One of the things with open source is being transparent: here’s a list of all our parts that you need to make our product, here’s the instructions on how to make it, and here’s where you can buy those parts. There’s absolutely no reason why people need to go through us except for the fact that you can buy them in bulk and we offer them combined at a lower rate,” says Morrison, “Because it’s open source, we have a do-it-yourself kind of nature. Soldering’s kind of fun … it’s kind of fun to bring it back … you turn it where people can put in their sweat equity and it doesn’t cost people as much. They can buy it from us assembled and tested, but we encourage people to give it a shot and it’s really easy.”

The equipment also uses standard printer and network cables that anybody with a computer has lying around, and YouTube videos are available for those up for the challenge. “It’s an education process, we want to show people how easy it is, anyone can build it,” says Morrison.

OpenSprints kits have been shipped to every continent except Antarctica and Morrison hopes that it will become a sanctioned event by USA Cycling, the national governing body for bicycle racing. Goldsprints have also become a savior for bicycle shops in the winter.

“These are great for not only bars, but keeping a shop alive during wintertime. A lot of bike shops are buying these up like crazy, setting them up and having a good time and keeping customers during that time period,” says Morrison.

Those cities that have had them for a while will be competing in the World Championship at Interbike in Las Vegas on Thursday, Sept. 23. Sponsored by OpenSprints and organized by West Coast Goldsprints, people will be able to qualify on a regional level beforehand and compete for some major prizes and cash at the championship.

Utah may be known for its epic mountain biking and skiing, but watching some of those kids take on the rollers at Salt City Sprints, it looks like we may become famous for our roller racing, too. “Stuck up on the stage, everyone can see every moment and every grueling face,” says Morrison.

Keep an eye out for the World Championship qualifying race in Salt Lake City by checking out Saltcitysprints.com.

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