#c'mon we know evan could pull it off

[no-mercy-bby]

Okay, I'll say it. I want a movie adaptation of the Phantom of the Opera book.

I want Evan Peters as the phantom of the opera/Erik, Grace Van Dien as Christine, and you know I want Joseph Quinn as Raoul.

[slasherx]

Can you write a thing where the reader is meeting Thomas Hewitt's family for the first time(can be like a victim he liked and decided not to kill or like the reader was met somewhere else), please?

Gender neutral reader, please!

This might be repetitive to other fanficitions, but okay!

Content: Thomas Hewitt x gn!Reader

Warnings: None

Notes: 98% intro, 2% Thomas LMAO also I wanted the reader to actually like her friends rather than just "I hate these people why did I come here ugh"

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Cramped in a van with four other people was not how you wanted to spend your summer. Your group had driven all the way from home and planned to go to Mexico for a vacation. As poor college students, none of you could really afford plane tickets, so this was the only other option. You just couldn't wait to get out of this van and start enjoying your summer break.

You were currently driving on a long stretch of road in bumfuck nowhere, Texas. The rest of your group was asleep behind you, draped over each other. Keeping an eye on the gas gauge, you realized you were low on gas. Internally panicking, you start searching for signs about gas stations, but you quickly realize that that probably wont happen.

But, as if something answered your prayers, an establishment began to make itself known in the distance. The closer you got the more you realized it was a gas station. A really old one, but a gas station nonetheless. Pulling into it and parking next to a pump, the sudden stop of the van made your friends wake up.

One of the girls, Laura, looked around and began to speak. "Where are we, (Y/n)?"

"Somewhere in Texas. I'm just going to get us some gas and then we'll be off." You answered, moving to get out of the car.

One of the guys, Todd, moved Laura's arm off of him. "I'll go with you, this seems like a shady place."

Appreciating your friends' precaution, you waited for him to get out first before heading inside the gas station with him. It was run down, and clearly had a lot of outdated knick knacks like newspapers. It smelled entirely of cigarette smoke and old wood.

"How many snacks are left in the bag?" Todd asked you quietly.

"Enough." You answered back, just as quiet.

"Go find some candy, I'll pay for the gas." Todd offered.

"You sure?"

"Positive. Let's just get out of here asap. I have a bad feeling." Todd moved towards the counter, where you noticed an old woman smoking a cigarette behind the register.

You moved through the different shelves, deciding what Laura, Todd, Evan and Terry would want. You weren't paying attention though and bumped into something massive. It felt like a brick wall and you moved back some before looking at what - or who - you bumped into.

It was a behemoth of a man, with dark wavy hair, dark eyes, and a dark mask over the lower half of his face. His shoulders broad - no, everything about him was broad. Everything sure was bigger in Texas.

"I'm so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going." You spoke to the man. "I won't bump into you again, my bad."

The man, Thomas, was not used to this behavior. If it were anyone else, they would have told him to watch where he was going. As he watched you survey the shelves past him, he decided to be nice back to you. He tapped your shoulder and expected you to slap him, but you just turned and looked at him.

Even your gaze was kind, albeit a bit wary. He held out his hand, in which was a couple candy bars. They were the last ones that hadn't gone bad, but you didn't need to know that.

"Oh! Thank you." You smiled and took them from his hand. "I don't think I caught your name, kind stranger."

Thomas tapped his throat and shook his head. You were confused for a second but got the hint. "Oh...you can't speak?"

Thomas nodded, but then remembered he had a notepad in his pocket. Pulling that out, he scribbled his name and shoved it in your face. You read it, and smiled. "My name is (Y/n)."

"(Y/n), c'mon, we're leaving." Todd yelled from the register, peeking around one of the shelves. "Who is that?"

"This is Thomas, I just met him." You smiled, walking over to Todd.

"Hi Thomas." Todd waved halfheartedly. "Well, c'mon, gas is paid for. We gotta go."

"Alright." You nodded, then turned to the behemoth of a man, knowing you'd likely never see him again. "It was nice meeting you, Thomas."

The old lady behind the register, Luda Mae, was going to be damned if you weren't part of Thomas' life. She would make sure you and Thomas meet again, even if by nefarious means.

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[mytheoristavenue]

Day 4 -

SE Soul 'Eater' Evans - Holiday Light Show

Summary: After losing a bet, Soul is 'forced' to take you on a date to a holiday light show.

Warnings: tsundere!soul, no pre-established relationship, angst, reader has a crush on soul, pity date, fluff

"Aren't you ready yet?" Soul scoffed, lounging on your couch.

"Almost!" you called from the bedroom, nervously grooming your hair and smoothing out your outfit. "Just one second!"

The albino rolled his eyes, groaning something about how all women take hours to get ready. "C'mon already! I wanna get this over with."

Not at all disheartened by his complaining, you stepped out into the hall, beaming, waiting for his response. "How do I look?"

Behind the scenes, Soul was taken back. He'd never seen you in much else apart from your daily uniform and athletic clothes. Though he could never admit it to you or anyone else, you cleaned up nicely. "Fine. Now can we please go? I'm hungry."

Of course we can!" you flashed him a sweet smile, grabbing your purse and stepping toward the door, opening it for him. "After you."

Soul ducked out of the doorframe, not bothering to wait for you to do the same before descending the stairs of your building. This would be a very long night.

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You could hardly contain your excitement as the two of you neared the Death City Square. Billions of neon lights polluted the evening fog, making the sight visible for miles. Suddenly, you spotted vendors lining the streets near the entrance of the square, prompting you to grab Soul's hand enthusiastically. "Hey, look! Food trucks, you said you were hungry right?"

"Yeah," he responded nonchalantly, silently rigid under your soft touch. "Practically starving."

"C'mon," you chirped pulling him along. "How about you pick!"

"Obviously," he scoffed, cradling his chin in his hand, weighing his options. "If I'm gonna pay, I should pick the place."

"You were gonna pay?" you glanced up at him in awe.

"Well, yeah?" he retorted, deciding on a humble burger stand. "It wouldn't be cool for me to pay for myself and not pay for you too."

"I guess so..." you mused, giggling.

Walking up to the stand, Soul approached the window, giving the attendant his order, prompting you to do the same. "$15.32, please." The attendant said, scribbling down the order before handing off the ticket. Your date fished out a $20 out of his wallet and turned to hand it over, only to find the woman dropping change into your hand.

"What the-?" he asked, confused. "Did you pay?" Grinning, you nodded and dropped the change loosely into your purse.

"It's the least I could do." you answered, reaching up to the window to grab your drinks, before handing him his and stepping out of line.

"But why? I said I'd do it." he protested, taking the bag of food and carrying it to find a place to sit. "You made me look so uncool."

"I'm sorry, Soul." you apologized genuinely. "I only meant to be nice. Like I said, it's the least I could do."

"What do you mean by that?" he asked, taking a bite of his burger, which in turn, caused it to leak mustard on his shirt. "Ah damn..."

You giggled, fishing a napkin out of the bag and leaning forward to wipe it away. "I know you don't want to be here, the least I can do is buy you dinner for your troubles."

His eyes widened as he paused and lowered his food. "You know about the bet?" You nodded, taking a fry into your mouth. "For how long?"

"Since the day after you asked me. Black Star told Kid, and Kid told Liz and she told Patti and Patti told me." You explained nonchalantly.

"Does...it bother you?" he asked, guilt filling his stomach fasted than any street food could.

"A little, but I promised myself I wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth." you confessed. "Just because it's not a real date, doesn't mean I can't enjoy it."

Your words had officially ruined Soul's appetite as he wrapped his burger back up and dropped it in the bag. "Sorry, guess I wasn't as hungry as I thought. I'll have it later." You nodded in acknowledgment. "You should hurry up and eat though, I wanna go see the lights." With that, you scarfed down your remaining food and disregarded of your trash before heading towards the entrance.

The entryway was a beautiful arch, decorated with twinkling lights that tangled every which way. Looking down into the exhibit, you were wonderstuck, until you suddenly felt a hand slip into yours. Glancing down, you found your bare hand enveloped in Soul's gloved one. Without meeting your gaze, he could feel your staring and responded. "Look's pretty big in there. I'm not gonna risk you wandering off and getting lost." Not wanting to ruin the moment, you simply nodded with a smile.

The light show itself was a maze of sorts, a twisting, winding tunnel of lights strung between trees and structures. Some lights blinked, and some softly faded into other colors. Others simply stayed the same. A few topiaries littered the path, each wrapped up with twinkling yellow stars. Needless to say, you were in awe of the sight, giggling and squealing with delight, dragging Soul to each new thing and forcing him to take photos of you.

Despite himself, the sythe was...actually having a nice time. The scenery was pretty, the weather was to his liking, and though he'd dreaded having to spend time with you all week, he found himself smiling, watching you dart around so excitedly. You were like a kid in a candy store. It was almost adorable.

As all good things do, the night eventually began to draw to a close, the chill beginning to bite and most visitors long gone. Soon the lights would be powered off for the night. It was time to go home. "C'mon," he said grumpily. "I'm about to freeze my ass off."

You turned back to him, slumping your shoulders. "Can't we stay a little longer?"

"No," he stayed firm, digging his hands into his pockets. "We got school tomorrow and it's already late. 'Sides, if I'm not home by midnight, Maka'll probably beat me to death." You caved, knowing he was right, and jogged up to his side.

"You're right." you sighed, bundling up into your coat. "Anyways, thanks for taking me out, Soul. Even if you didn't have much of a choice. I had a lot of fun."

The boy went rigid for a moment, before relaxing again with a faint smile.

"No problem. I guess it wasn't as painful as I thought it'd be." His taunts were finally beginning to wear down your chipper mood if only a bit.

"I'm sorry you didn't have much fun." you confessed, breath caught in your throat as the two of you walked. "I didn't think you would, but I was hoping I could find a way to get you to like spending time with me."

Soul paused for a moment, stuck in his tracks. "So, wait..." he began, swallowing a lump of feelings. "You've just been pretending to be all bubbly just to get me in a better mood this whole time?"

"Mostly," you answered bluntly. "I really did like going out with you, but it was kind of exhausting having fun for the both of us. I'm glad it's over." you laughed half heartedly.

Oh man, did he feel guilty. Taking someone who really likes you, only to be a jerk the whole night? So uncool. As you began to walk again, his hand snuck into yours and pulled you back. "Hey, wait," he protested, a slight blush dusting his cheeks. "I uh...I actually had a lot of fun with you, (Y/N)." Worldlessly, you tilted your head, prompting him to continue. "I guess...I just never really saw you that way and knowing you had this huge crush on me kinda put me off, ya know?"

You nodded in acknowledgment. You knew how you could be. "I know I tend to come on a little strong. It's just difficult for me to disguise my emotions. I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable."

"Well, listen," he started again, keeping your fingers in his grasp while itching the back of his neck with his free hand. "I haven't been very cool tonight..." he gulped, glancing away from you, clearly embarrassed. "How about we try again next week? I'll take you on a real date. Just so you know I'm a cool guy. Deal?"

Your eyes glossed over as you tried to hold in your tears. "I-I'd love that." you stammered, sniffling a bit. Swallowed by emotion, you stepped forward and hugged him, burring your face in his coat. To your delight, you could feel his arm wrap around you in return.

"And just for the record, you're little trick worked." he pulled back, flashing his signature sharky grin.

"What do you mean?" you tilted your head in confusion.

"Somehow you got me to like spending time with you."

[alwaysyouuuuuu]

Wolfstar Marvel AU

Folks.

Consider, consider, consider.

1940s.

Sirius as Steve Rogers and Remus as Bucky Barnes. And I mean it in a very, very vague sense.

So starting off like the comics-ish. So, Sirius is drafted a year before Remus is. (he wasn't allowed to, at first, because his family is practically HYDRA royalty, bffs with Voldemort (=Schmidt) and they kept tabs on him. But then Dumbledore (= scientist Erskine) lets him in after hearing his convictions etc.) And he is good at the stuff, a good soldier, good morals.

Remus joins up the next year, and he is in intel (like the Space AU haha) or in the Defense force. They barely get to see each other sometimes but they love each other and persevere (Wondering about period typical attitudes)

Situations get tougher and it is decided (by Erskine=Dumbledore?) that Sirius gets to take the Serum because it enhances the qualities of a person, right? So it has to be a person with strong ethics, i.e., Sirius.

There they meet James (=Howard Stark) and Agent Evans (Peggy Carter) and they get on like a house of fire.

(I am still figuring out where Peter fits in. It's been a while since I watched the movies.)

Sirius becomes the public face of the war, and now they are being sent on longer Missions. They need someone who knows every crook of the enemy bases, so Remus is there too (besides he is ruthless in a fight, did I mention that? when he does, he fights to kill.)

They are a formidable team when they work in together, and at a point HYDRA notices how protective they are of each other. Captain America is ruining a lot of their plans plus together they are a nightmare to HYDRA. Voldemort (= Schmidt = Red Skull) is not going to come out in the open for a common leech and they do not have another super soldier to subdue Sirius (can you imagine voldemort giving the horcrux idea to his death eaters?). But they can break him, right?

So they capture Remus (why is that a common theme in anything i think of) (We could have the whole him being kidnapped and rescued and then he falls off a train thing here. But I would be here typing the whole day, so.)

Anyways. After intense searches involving James (= howard stark) and Lily (= agent carter), Remus is assumed dead. Sirius is catatonic. He becomes single minded. He doesn't know what is to happen of the War, what he does know, is that Voldemort needs to lose the Tesseract. They confront each other, Voldemort manhandles the tesseract, gets pulled into space and the plane is damaged. The plane can't be saved, and Sirius wouldn't have even if he could.

*falls into the Arctic* and James finds his body and the tesseract in the permafrost.

And NOW we have the best part.

When he wakes up after 70 (?) years, Moody (=Fury) offers him the SHIELD initiative. And he accepts, of course, because what else does he have? He is dedicated, devotes himself to missions tirelessly, doesn't dwell on how the world has changed, doesn't dwell on the past if he can help it.

And then Loki brings trouble, and Moody gets him to the *Potter Industries*. The first time Sirius sees Harry, he almost has a heart attack (they might have a bit of an issue working together, because c'mon the past is hitting Sirius on the head.)

Another person he meets is a 20 something year old Agent Elena Chernova. Brown hair, grey eyes. Calls herself the Black Widow, fights every fight like it is her last, and is incredibly private. Well, Sirius can respect that. He doesn't give it much thought and they get on very well. And it turns out they fight well together, too. So well, that he gets whiplash sometimes from back the way he and Remus worked. Nope, he doesn't dwell on it.

Later, they hang out together. Sometimes, they play soccer. Sometimes, they rant about SHIELD policies to each other. Sirius joins *that* group therapy club and she does too. Fast friends, and they grow to rely on each other.

A few years later, Elena collects data from a ship's computer, Moody discovers SHIELD has been compromised, and is shot by

... the Winter Soldier.

and they discover SHIELD has been compromised. They start to gather data with help from Neville (=Sam?) and during a car chase, the Winter Soldier's mask slips.

And surprise, surprise. It's Remus.

Sirius' world is shook to the core and he probably would be rooted to the spot except. Elena sees him too. Now Sirius understands why he is standing there letting himself get beaten bloody by the love of his life who he himself saw fall to death and then mourned 70 years ago. He has seen a ghost.

What he doesn't understand is why Elena is standing there frozen and looking like she has seen a ghost.

[sommerregenjuniluft]

76. for bartylily/rosekillily pls<3

76. "i need you to pretend we're dating..." from this post

ahhhahaahaa heeeeeyy elio what a coincidence to see you here on this fine evening with this fine ask lets get into it ~Slug Club shenanigans

"Crouch! Crouch," comes in a hiss and Barty's lips already tug in a wide grin before there's a painful pinch on his arm and he turns to no other than Lily Evans, cheeks flushed a delightful pink, aubern hair glinting beautifully in the backdrop of the chandeliers of Slughorn's office and green eyes intense as ever.

"Well, hello my dear Lilyflower," he drawls, cocking his head and letting his posture slouch even more to get closer to her. "What can I do you f—"

Another pinch, harder this time, "Shut up." And Barty's cheeks strain. "I need you to pretend we're dating."

"Lily, love, if you'd wanted a snog you could have just asked. You know tha—"

"Never fucking mind."

"Nooo, waitwaitwait," Barty reels her back in by the crook of her elbow, then sets on his best pokerface, "Who are we scaring off?"

Lily rolls her eyes, lips falling into a pout as she warily scans the crowd, "You know who."

Barty grins, exposing sharp teeth, "Yeah but I wanna hear you say it."

"You-" Lily's nostrils flare, glaring up at Barty, then presses out a long breath that's persumably supposed to be grounding, "Well, Potter obviously."

Barty hums understandingly, "And of course you know I'm the only one in school that could meassure up to him despite being one year younger, huh? So smart and talented I could even beat an upperclassman in a fair fight."

Lily's mouth has parted halfway through Barty's monologue, the knit in her eyebrows remaining, though she doesn't say a word against the way Barty's palms are slowly settling over the width of her hips, the velvety dress indecently warm against his skin.

The ginger girl tuts, poking the tip of an index finger against the middle of Barty's chest accusingly, "First of all, I'll have you know that I could take both Potter and Black in a fight on my own if I had to, thank you very much and second," she narrows her eyes, tugging on Barty's tie, "Since when have ever had a fair duel, Mr. Fighting Dirty?"

The smirk on Barty's face turns preditory and his hands squeeze over Lily's soft waist, "Keeping tabs on me, Evans? I feel flattered. Though I suppose that's not uncommen to do with your crush—I'd be lying if I told you I was here for any other reason than you tonight."

"Hm," Lily makes skeptically, "Sweet talker."

Barty shrugs the insult away before zeroing back in on her, "So what are our parameters here?"

Lily simply raises a brow at him.

Barty rolls his eyes overly dramatic, "Merlin, Lils, do you want us to sell this or not? C'mon, sweets, work with me here. Want me to snog your face off in front of him so he'll leave you alone once and for all?"

"Wha— Barty," she exclaims, eyes blitzing and making an excited shiver roll down Barty's spine, "Are you mad?! Nobody is snogging anyone's face off here."

Barty pouts, "Worth a shot."

"Excuse m—"

"Holding hands then?" Barty intervenes, swiping his thumbs over the knobs of Lily's hipbones and watching in satisfaction as her eyelids flutter.

She licks her lips quickly, "Sure."

Barty lets his eyes sweep over the crowd as he gradually pulls Lily in. He stares at a portrait on the opposite wall when he announces, "There he is. A cheek kiss perhaps?"

"Don't test your fucking luck," Lily growls, tough she makes an effort to cross her wrists behind Barty's neck. She starts playing with the short strands at the nape of his neck, even though Potter wouldn't even be able to see that given that he's supposed to be at Lily's back.

"Or maybe a real one after all?" he muses, ducking lower.

Lily's next inhale stutters a little on the intake, her breath spilling warm and humid and smelling like grapes over Barty's mouth. "Thin fucking ice, Crouch."

Barty chuckles softly, "Good thing I'm an excellent swimmer then." And then he closes the distance.

[layce2015]

Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

The Benders

Masterlist

"I know you’re just doing your job, but the police have been here all week already. I don’t see why we have to go through this again. The more he tells the story, the more he believes it’s true." Mrs McKay said to us as Sam, Dean and I were now posing as state policemen. We came here cause a man had gone missing under suspicious circumstances and that Mrs McKay's son had seen what happened.

"Mrs. McKay, we know you spoke with the local authorities." I said as we take off of our hats. "But, uh, this seems like a matter for the state police, so…." Dean said, shrugging. "Don’t worry about how crazy it sounds, Evan. You just tell us what you saw." Sam said to the young boy.

"I was up late, watching TV. When I heard this weird noise." Evan explained. "What did it sound like?" I asked him. "It sounded like….a monster." He replied and the boys and I exchange a look. "Tell the officers what you were watching on TV." Mrs McKay said to him. "Um...Godzilla Vs. Mothra." Evan said and Dean smiles.

"That’s my favorite Godzilla movie. It’s so much better than the original, huh?" Dean said to Evan, excitedly. "Totally." Evan said, smiling. "Yeah." Dean said then he nods towards Sam. "He likes the remake." Dean said. "Yuck!" Evan said, disgusted, while I shake my head and Sam glares at Dean and clears his throat at him.

"Evan, did you see what this thing was?" I asked him. "No. But I saw it grab Mr. Jenkins. It pulled him underneath the car." Evan said. "Then what?" Sam asked him. "It took him away. I heard the monster leaving. It made this really scary sound." Evan said.

"What did it sound like, Evan?" I asked him. "Like this…whining growl." He replied and Sam, Dean and I exchange another look. "Thanks for your time." Sam said to them and we walk out.

That night at Kugel’s Keg, Sam and I were having a beer at a table, doing  some research while Dean was throwing darts. "So, local police have now ruled out foul play. Apparently, there were signs of a struggle." Sam said. "Well, they could be right, it could just be a kidnapping. Maybe this isn’t our kind of gig." Dean said, shrugging. "Yeah, maybe not. Except for this—Dad marked the area, Dean." Sam said and Dean comes to the table and looks at their father’s journal. 

"Possible hunting grounds of a phantom attacker." Sam said. "Why would he even do that?" Dean asked. "Well, he found a lot of local folklore about a dark figure that comes out at night. Grabs people, then vanishes. He found this too—this county has more missing persons per capita than anywhere else in the state." I said. "That is weird." Dean mutters. "Yeah." Sam and I said.

"Don’t phantom attackers usually snatch people from their beds? Jenkins was taken from a parking lot." Dean said. "Well, there are all kinds. You know, Spring Heeled Jacks, phantom gassers. They take people anywhere, anytime. Look, guys, I don’t know if this is our kind of gig either." Sam said. "Yeah, you’re right, we should ask around more tomorrow." I said and Sam nods. "Right." He said as he takes out his wallet.

"I saw a motel about five miles back." He said and Dean holds a hand out. "Whoa, whoa, easy. Let’s have another round." He said to Sam. "We should get an early start." Sam said. "Ah, c'mon, Sammy." I pleaded. "Yeah, you really know how to have fun, don’t you, Grandma?" Dean asked and Sam smiles. 

"Alright, I’ll meet you guys outside, I gotta take a leak." Dean said and he grabs his coat and heads to the bathroom. Sam and I gather up his research then I turn to Sam. "I'm gonna use the bathroom too. Meet you outside." I said and Sam nods as I hand him his stuff and I head to the bathroom.

Minutes later, I walk out of the bar and see Dean by the car looking around, confused. "Dean?" I said as I walk up to him. "What's wrong?" I asked him. "Sam's not here. He left his stuff on the hood." Dean said. "He's not in the car?" I asked him and he shakes his head and begins to walk around the parking lot and I join him.

Then a group of people, who seem really drunk, come out of the bar and we walk up to them. "Hey, you guys been outside, around here in the last hour or so?" Dean asked them and they shake their heads and walk away.

"Sam!" I shout as we look around frantically. "Sammy!" Dean shouts as I turn around and notice a surveillance camera on top of a streetlight. Then Dean and I walk into the middle of the deserted road and look around as we said, with fear. "Sam." 

"So, what can we do for you and your partner, Officer Washington?" Deputy Kathleen asked us after she looked at our fake IDs. We thought maybe the local police could help us with Sam as we couldn't find him at all last night. We introduced ourselves as Officer Greg Washington and Officer Joan Miller.

"We're working a missing persons." Dean replied. "I didn’t know the Jenkins case was being covered by the state police." Kathleen said to us. "Oh, no. No, there’s someone else." I said.

"Actually, it’s my cousin. We were havin’ a few last night at this bar down by the highway. And we haven’t seen him since." Dean said. "Does your cousin have a drinking problem?" She asked us. "Sam? Two beers and he’s doin’ karaoke." I said, jokingly, and she smiles. "No, he wasn’t drunk. He was taken." I said. Kathleen nods and sits down at her computer. Dean and I follow her and sit across from her.

"Alright. What’s his name?" She asked. "Winchester. Sam Winchester." Dean replied and she looks up at us. "Like the rifle?" She asked. "Like the rifle." We said in unison. She types Sam’s name in the computer and brings up his police record.

She observes the page, then clicks on something and reads whatever popped on her computer. "Samuel Winchester. So, you two know that his brother, Dean Winchester, died in St. Louis. And, uh, was suspected of murder." She said as she looks up at us. I glance over at Dean as he tries to look nonchalant.

"Yeah, Dean. Kind of the black sheep of the family. Handsome, though." Dean said and I rolled my eyes. "Debatable." I said and Dean narrows his eyes at me and I give a smirk then stuck my tongue out at him as Kathleen types something else on the computer. "Well, he’s not showing up in any current field reports." She said. "Oh, we already have a lead. Joan, here, saw a surveillance camera by the highway." Dean said as he gestures to me.

"Uh-huh. The county traffic cam?" She asked. "Right. Yeah. We were thinking the camera picked up whatever took him. Or, whoever." I said. "Well, I have access to the traffic cam footage down at the county works department, but—well, anyhow, let’s do this the right way." Kathleen said and she stands up and gets some paperwork from a filing cabinet.

 "Why don’t you fill out a missing persons report and sit tight over here?" She said as she hands Dean a clipboard.

"Officer, look, uh, he’s family. I kind of—I kind of look out for the kid. You gotta let us go with you." Dean pleads. "I’m sorry, I can’t do that." She said and she starts to turn away. "Well, tell me something." I said and she turns to me. "Your county has its fair share of missing persons. Any of ‘em come back?" I asked her and she gives me a sad look.

"Sam’s our responsibility. And he’s comin’ back. We're bringin’ him back." Dean said and she stares at us.

Later, we were sitting on a bench outside as Dean's leg bounced a bit. "Hey..." I said to him as I placed a hand on his shoulder. He looks over at me and I could tell he had a worried look on his face. "We'll find him." I assured him and he nods just as Kathleen comes up, holding some printouts.

"Greg. Joan." She calls out and we stands up. "I think we’ve got something." She said and she hands us the printouts and we look through them. "These traffic cams take an image every three seconds, as part of the Amber Alert program. These images were all taken around the time that your cousin, Sam, disappeared." She said as we see just a bunch of pictures of either empty roads or some passing cars

"This really isn’t what we're looking for." Dean said as he flips through the pictures and I look over at the. "Just wait, wait—next one." Kathleen said and Dean turns the page and we see an image of a rusty truck driving. "This one was taken right after Sam left the bar. Look at the back end of that thing." She said and we do and see the license plates. 

"Now, look at the plates." She said and he turns another page and we see a close-up image of the truck’s license plates. "Oh, the plates look new. It’s probably stolen." I said and Kathleen nods. "So, whoever’s driving that rust bucket must be involved." She said just as we hear a whining noise.

Dean and I turned around and see a beat-up van driving by. "Hear that engine?" Dean asked. "Yeah." Kathleen said as I nod and watch the old van. "Kind of a whining growl, isn’t it?" I asked. "Sure." She said as Dean and I stare at the van as it drives away. "I’ll be damned." I hear Dean mutter then he and I exchange a look.

"Okay, the next traffic cam is fifty miles from here, and the pickup didn’t pass that one, so…." Kathleen said as she drives her cop car and Dean sits in the front seat and I sit in the back. "So, it must’ve pulled off somewhere. I didn’t see any other roads here." I said and Dean nods. "Yeah, neither did I." He said. "Well, a lot of these backwoods properties have their own private roads." She said and Dean sighs at this. "Great." I said, annoyed, as I stare out the window. 

We sat there in silence for a few moments until Kathleen speaks up. "So, guys." She said and Dean and I turn to look at her. "Yeah?" We said. "I ran both of your badge numbers. It’s routine when we’re working a case with state police. For accounting purposes and what have you." She said and I started to bite my lips.

"Mmhmm." Dean hums. "And, uh, they just got back to me." She said and she pulls the car over to the side of the road. "It says here both of your badges were stolen." She said and we look at her surprised.

"And there’s a picture of you." She said as she turns the computer to Dean, where we see a picture of a heavy African-American man.

"And there's a picture of you too." She said and she shows me a picture of an old woman with grey hair. "I lost some weight. And I got that Michael Jackson skin disease." Dean chuckles. "And I dyed my hair and use lots of make-up." I explain as she takes off her seatbelt.

"Okay, would you two step out of the car, please?" She asked us. "Look, look, look." Dean and I said and she stops. "If you wanna arrest us, that’s fine. We’ll cooperate, I swear. But, first, please—let us find Sam." Dean pleads to her. "I don’t even know who you two are. Or if this Sam person is missing." She said. "Look into our eyes and tell us if we're lying about this." I said and she scoffs as she looks between us 

"Identity theft? Both of you are impersonating a couple of officers." She exclaims. "Look, here’s the thing. When we were young, I pretty much pulled him from a fire. And ever since then, I’ve felt responsible for him. Like it’s my job to keep him safe. And she's been helping me in anyway she can. I’m just afraid if we don’t find him fast—" Dean said as his voice breaks. "Please....He’s our family." I plead to her.

"I’m sorry. You two have given me no choice. I have to take both of you in." She said then she glances at her visor. I look at it and see a photo of her and another man, smiling. She looks at it then sighs.

"After we find Sam Winchester." She said as she fastens her seatbelt. Dean looks at her, confused, then to me and I shrug at him as we begin to drive off.

[118buck]

Sibling Chats || Buck and Maddie

Buck leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, as he watched Maddie put the sleeping Jee-Yun carefully into her bed. They had been sitting on the couch watching Finding Nemo and she had drifted off which was perfect, as it had been coming up to her nap time anywhere. Maddie pressed her finger to her lip, miming the 'shh' motion, as she all but tip-toed out of the room, pulling the door shut (but not quite closed) behind them. "C'mon," she said quietly, "I'll make us a coffee. You said you had something you wanted to chat about?"

Buck's phone buzzed in his pocket and he pulled it out, smiling as he read the words. Eddie was leaving Pepa's now, which meant it wouldn't be too long until he arrived at Maddie's. Buck had wanted to come out to her, and then be able to tell her that he had also found somebody. But he wanted Eddie to be with him when it came to the second part. So now he knew he needed to tell her, with Eddie on the way already. He followed Maddie into the kitchen. She had already put a pot of coffee on earlier, so poured out two cups before going to the fridge to get the milk.

"So," he said a few minutes later as they were sitting down on the couch. Maddie set the coffees on the table in front of them, pulling her legs up onto the couch, looking at Buck, waiting for him to continue. "I... ha. The thing is. I've been sort of... figuring some stuff out lately?" He paused. Coming out to Maddie was like coming out to a parent and a sibling at once, because that was essentially what she had been for him. "Do you remember Connor?"

"Connor..." Maddie said, thinking, "you mean your friend from when you were a kid?" "Yeah. So. He and I kind of used to... make out. A bit." He paused, "a lot, I guess. Practice, for when we got girlfriends. Except when he went and got himself a girlfriend I was really hurt and jealous... and I thought I was jealous of him getting the girl, like I must have liked her or something. But it wasn't that at all, and I just didn't realise. And I kind of didn't realise until recently that straight guys don't want to make out with other guys. As teenagers... or as young adults 'just having fun'." He put air quotations around the words, thinking back to his time in South America. Really, knowing what he did now, he really didn't understand how utterly clueless he could have been.

"And I guess what that. Um. Means. Is that I'm not straight. At all. I'm kind of... bisexual?" He said it almost as a question, like he was asking for her approval. Not that he thought, for one second, that Maddie would be anything less than supportive, but there was always that fear that somebody would see him differently. "Oh, Evan - come here." She pulled him in for a tight hug, the kind that a parent should give their child. The kind that his big sister always reserved for him. They stayed like that for longer than Buck probably realised, until she let go and leaned back, smiling at him. "Thank you for telling me."

Buck leaned back into the couch, picking at the lint on his pants, Maddie giving him a soft look which he could see out of the corner of his eye. "What made you tell me now?" She asked, "there seems like something you're not telling me. Have you met somebody?" "Uhh," Buck bit his lip as he tried not to smile, "yes? He's actually on his way here. I wanted to introduce you," if Buck didn't know any better, he would almost say Maddie's face flickered with disappointment for a moment, before she smiled again. He shrugged it off. "Oh," his phone buzzed and he pulled it out, seeing a message from Eddie to say he was here. "He's here. I'll be right back."

Continued here.

[venusstorm]

a request where chris evans fucks his girlfriend ,reader inside his trailer

Imagine you’re his makeup artist too. Just picture the amount of sneaky bullshit the two of you would get up to inside of his trailer. 

Shake the Trailer

Pairing: Chris Evans x makeup artist!Reader

Warnings: 18+, sex, grinding, humping, praise-kink, light degradation, creampie, spit kink

w/c: 963

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"Stop staring at me like that," you mumble, eyes locked on painting Chris' black ink tattoos with creamy foundation. 

"Like what?" He pouts. You don't even have to look up to know he's poking out his lip, that infamous puppy dog face of his fighting to reel you in. 

You're on your tippy toes, stretching to reach the top of his tall stature and Chris was loving every second of it. You looked so adorable with your furrowed eyebrows, tongue peeking from between your lips as you blended the beige foundation into his skin perfectly. 

"Let's take a break," he murmurs, eyes trailing down your figure. 

"Tapes start rolling in forty, Chris. We don't have time for breaks." 

"But, angel..." He grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. 

"But, nothing. And can you stop moving? It's already hard enough to reach you as is."

He releases a heavy sigh of defeat, his hand retreating to his side reluctantly. "I can sit if you'd like."

You smile, "thank you." 

You follow Chris to the loveseat in the back of his trailer, gathering your supplies and dropping them back onto the floor. He plops down on the couch, watching eagerly as you tower over him, oblivious to the way he was soaking up your presence. 

Fuck. You were just so perfect. His sweet little makeup artist and girlfriend bundled into one. Could you blame him for being insatiable? The moment your hands grazed his skin he could feel his cock stir, fighting the urge to shove you against the wall and make the entire trailer shake. 

Without warning, he pulls you into his lap, his hands gripping your waist as your legs fall to his sides. "Better?" He asks, his voice deep with yearning. 

You shake your head in disbelief, fighting off the wide smile blooming on your face. "Just keep your hands to yourself, Evans."

Chris nods, the smirk on his face replaced by an expression of seriousness. "Of course. Wouldn't want my pretty baby to lose focus."

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"Angel, please," Chris grunts. His head is thrown back, lips parted as you grind into his lap. 

"No touching, remember?" You tease mockingly. 

His hands clenched into fists, your soft moans taunting him devilishly. "C'mon, sweet girl. Let me feel you, please, baby." 

You whine as his hips thrust into you vigorously, his clothed length poking underneath your skirt.

"I can't ruin the makeup, sweetheart," you counter, running your hands through his locks and pulling him towards your lips playfully.

"Screw the fucking makeup. You can redo it, C'mon, baby. Wanna feel your pretty walls, fuck. Makin' me so hard. Gonna fuck you so deep."

His cock is leaking beneath you, his spend sticking to his boxers. Chris ruts into you harder, his blue eyes glaring at you with need.

"Let me fill you up, angel. Dump all my cum into that tight cunt. I know you love being all messy, sweetheart. Cum dripping down your legs while I fuck my seed right back into you.”

You hold onto the sides of the couch for balance, the cushions hardly supporting you. You began to envision his burly arms wrapping around you, his arms trapping you against his warm skin. He always liked how small you were against him, your body in his full control. 

"We shouldn't even be doing this, we're working," you mumble, voice hazy as you felt his cock hit your folds. 

"Stop acting as if you care," he murmurs. "Just let me have you, angel. Cum all over my cock until you're fucking shattered."

You watch his eyes roll backward, his hands slipping underneath his boxers to jerk off. He strokes his cock quickly, his eyes struggling to stay focused on your movements.

More spend drips down his shaft, the wet spot growing larger until you can feel it against your thighs. "Oh, sweet girl, M'gonna cum, fuck M'gonna cum."

You elevate yourself, giving him room to slip his boxers off completely. His cock pops free, his tip glaring red and dripping. Quickly you push your panties to the side, guiding his member into your entrance and sinking onto his cock with ease.

Chris helplessly thrusts into you, moaning loudly as you grab his hands and place them around your waist. You muffle his noises with a kiss, saliva dripping down your chin as he cries out your name. 

Ropes of cum shoot inside of you, his movements never faltering. He fucks you through his orgasm, eyes rolled back and arms hugging you against him. He fucks you like a doll, using your cunt as his own personal fuckhole.

He always liked to hold you close, possessively gripping your waist, shoving your face into his chest.

"All. Fucking. Mine." He bounces you on his cock frantically, his seed seeping from your hole and messily covering his lap. Fuck, he was so thick, breaching your hole and stretching it wide without care. 

With one hand he holds you tightly, the other he cups your face, fingers slipping between your lips for you to suck on as he fucks his seed back into your tight channel.

You groan as he spreads your mouth open wider, a string of saliva dangling from his tongue and landing on yours before he embraces you in another kiss. 

Your body begins to convulse from the action, your moans growing louder as you grip onto his shoulders for leverage. 

"I've got you, sweet girl," Chris murmurs, his hands caressing your head into his neck. "I've always got you."

Your legs twitch as you squirt against him, liquid coating his groin and seeping downwards. Chris basks in your breathy moans, staring in awe as your lips part.

“Feel so good, angel,” Chris moans weakly. And before he realizes, he’s breaking down with you. His second orgasm meshes with your own until you're left clawing at his back. He shouts from the pain, his grip on you tightening as he empties his balls into you. 

He doesn't bother pulling out, instead, he thrusts himself deeper, resting you on his cock so he could kiss your sweet lips.

“Look.” His eyes trail down to his chest, amusement glimmering in his eyes. “Perfectly intact.”

[i-have-a-wonky-eye-too]

hii!! this is my first time requesting anything ! i was wondering if you could do a chris smut maybe friends to lovers?

Better late than never...

Warnings: 18+ readers only, GIF not mine (credit to owner), swearing, oral (f-receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it), anal play?, ⚠️past abuse in a relationship for reader⚠️, Chris Evans playing the piano 😍, friends to lovers!!

You sat on Chris' sofa grinning to yourself as you listened to him playing the piano. You loved listening to him. "That a new song?" You asked looking over your shoulder at him.

Chris hummed, smiling. "Like it?"

You nodded. "I always like it." You smiled at him.

Chris smiled back as he paused. "Want to learn?"

You scoffed and shook your head. "I'm good."

"C'mon, loser, it's easy." Chris continued playing.

You huffed and got up, "For you, Mr Can-do-anything, yeah." You walked up to him.

Chris rolled his eyes as he reached out and grabbed a hold of your waist, pulling you down beside him making you squeal. "I'll help." Chris smirked and placed his arm around you and positioned your fingers in the right place. "That's it." Chris softly encouraged you as he pressed his fingers over the top of yours. "See, it's not so hard."

You hummed, not daring to speak. Chris' scent was intoxicating and he was so warm and his arms were so strong, he drove you insane. Just friends, just friends, just friends.

Chris watched you as you concentrated, your brow furrowed in the cutest way. It didn't matter what kind of face you pulled, whether it was your concentrating one or the one you pull when your snoring on his sofa after a movie night.

"Why'd you stop?" Chris asked when you looked up at him.

"Cause you stopped." You answered. "I told you I was rubbish."

"You're not," He smiled and raised his hand to turn your face towards him, "I was just..." His eyes moved to your lips. "Lost in thought."

"Oh..." You gulped, lowering your eyes to look at his plump pink lips briefly. "... Stop it."

"Stop, what?" Chris asked as he slowly began to lean in.

"You know what, Chris. We can't." Your eyes fell to his lips as you felt yourself lean in.

"You stop." The corner of his lips curved up when you didn't, and the pair of you leaned in even more until Dodger jumped up barking and licking Chris' face.

You pulled back laughing as Chris screwed his face up. "I think Dodger wants his walk before it rains."

Chris pushed Dodger down, "Okay, bub, I know, I know." Chris rolled his eyes and stood up. "We're coming." Chris huffed as he followed behind Dodger.

You were glad to get out of Chris' house, especially after what almost happened (again). Would you ever learn? Things between you and Chris can never happen, it would ruin everything. You'd known Chris for so long now, his family almost felt like your own, that if something did happen and it were to end badly, you'd lose not only one of your oldest friends but half of your family.

"Shit! Dodger, let's go!" Chris called out as the pair of you began to hastily make your way back towards the house as the rain began to heavily come down.

You laughed as Dodger flew past you, not even bothering to wait for you or Chris. Dodger wasn't one for the rain and was happy to leave anyone behind if it meant he'd be dry.

"Careful, Y/N, it gets muddy here." Chris turned to face you, holding his hand out.

"Thanks," You smiled up at him as you took his hand, your (his) hood falling down over your eyes making Chris laugh.

His brow fell slightly as he watched you, "Why can't we?" Chris asked.

"What?" You frowned, confused by his question.

"Why can't we do this?" He pointed between the pair of you. "I know you feel it, because I feel it."

You let out a heavy sigh, letting go of his hand and walking further in front of him. "This isn't the time, Chris. C'mon."

"No." Chris shook his head, grabbing your wrist. "We're doing this now. Tell me. Why can't we?" He stared down at you, his own hood now falling back off his head.

You shook your head as you tried to think of the words. "I... Don't, want to lose you, Chris."

"You won't." He smiled softly at you.

"How do you know? What if we do try this, and then things end badly? I lose everything I love in my life." You closed your eyes and lowered your head. "It kills me, to see you with other woman... But, it has to be that way because I don't want there to be a point in my life that I never have you in it." You sniffled quickly wiping your tears away.

Chris sighed, grinding his teeth as he thought about something, "I wanted to kill him... When Scott told me, what Zach had done to you... I was ready to go to jail for you. The thought of him, beating you the way he did... When I knew, none of that would have happened if we-"

"Stop!" You reached up and took a hold of his face in your hands, your hood falling off completely. "What happened with Zach, wasn't your fault, Chris." You offered him a small smile.

Chris closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against yours, his hands resting on your sides. "I know you're worried about what might happen if things don't work out, but I'm not. I know us," He pulled back with a smile. "I know you... We'll be okay. But I know, Y/N, that I can't go any longer pretending I don't love you. I can't keep pretending that I'm happy you've met someone, because I want to be that someone. I am, that someone." He reached up and wiped the rain and tears from your cheeks. He leaned down and pressed his forehead against yours letting out a soft exhale, "I love you."

Your eyes fell shut as Chris pressed his lips against yours. You moaned against his mouth and wound your arms around his waist. Neither of you cared that you were soaked to the bone, all that mattered was you'd finally given in.

You pulled back from him with a soft exhale, lowering your gaze as you began to feel your face redden.

"C'mon, let's get back before we catch a cold." Chris smiled, lifting your hood up once again before taking your hand and began to head towards the house again.

In minutes the two of you were back at the house, laughing as Dodger glared up at you, unimpressed by the rain. You watched Chris with a grin as he unlocked the door and apologized to Dodger as he began to move through the house, taking his shoes and coat off, leaving a wet trail behind him. You took your own coat and shoes off before cleaning up the mess the two of them had made, eventually catching them up and finding Chris sat on the bathroom floor with Dodger drying him with a towel.

"I love you, too."

Chris looked up at you in doorway and grinned. He gave Dodger a pat on the butt and told him to go find his lion before he was getting up off the floor and throwing the towel into the laundry hamper. "So you want to give us a go?" He asked standing in front of you, his hands resting on your hips.

You nodded, "I do." You smiled up at him. "I'm done pretending that were just friends."

"Me too," Chris pressed a kiss to lips before kissing your cheek.

You closed your eyes as Chris began to kiss along your jaw. "Do you think, Dodger, will be okay if we disappeared to your room, for a while?" You bit back your moan as Chris kissed your neck.

Chris nodded. "He's got his lion."

You let out a surprised laugh as Chris bent down and picked you up by the backs of your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist. Your fingers locked behind his head and crashed your lips against his as Chris walked into his bedroom.

With partners in the past, you've always felt nervous when it came to undressing for the first time in front of them, but the way Chris kissed you made you forget those little self-doubting moments and made you feel like the sexiest woman alive. If that's how felt from a kiss, how would you feel once you get down to it.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as Chris teased your nipple through your bra. "Fuck, baby, I've dreamt 'bout this for years." Chris kissed your bare shoulder as he lightly pinched your nipple pulling a deep moan from you. "You're so fucking beautiful..." Chris lowered his face as he pulled down the cup of your bra and latched his lips onto your nipple.

"Oh, Chris..."

He reached behind you and expertly unhooked your bra as he flicked his tongue over your sensitive bud before pulling back. "Get in the bed, sweetheart."

You nodded, quickly following his order and laying on your back. Chris pulled your panties off, throwing them over his shoulder as he knelt on the floor and pulled you to the end of the bed, spreading your legs wide with his large hands.

"Fuck," He moaned.

He pressed a soft kiss to your thigh, slowly trailing closer to your pussy his warm tongue flicking out and running over your skin. You shook with excitement as he worked his way closer, lightly nipping and kneading your thighs until he bypassed where you wanted him most and began the same assault on your other thigh.

You let out a soft whine making Chris smirk against your leg, he was teasing you. You'd waited long enough. You moved your hand down to between your legs and began to lightly play with your clit, moaning softly as the feeling mixed with Chris' mouth on your body was something you'd never experienced before.

"Look at you, needy little thing," Chris let out a soft chuckle.

You let out a startled gasp as you u felt his tongue lick up your slit and touch the tip of your finger. You pulled your hand back as he began to play with your lips, licking and sucking, dipping his tongue inside your dripping hole.

"Fuuuuck, Chris," You whined, rolling your hips against his face. "More, please." You begged.

Chris moved one if his hands down to the tent in his boxers and began to palm himself as you moaned, using his other hand to push two of his thick fingers inside of your soaking cunt. "Fuck, baby, you feel so fucking good." He groaned, still his fingers once they were all the way in, loving the way you squeezed around them. "Can't wait until your squeezing my cock." Chris' thumb pressed against your slit as he began to move his hand, his fingers slipping in and out of you, curling in the right way to brush against your walls. "Never gonna be out of here," Chris lightly bit your thigh.

You cried out at the pain, but it was one filled with pleasure. Chris curled his fingers once again and brushed them against that spot deep inside that had your toes curling and as he wrapped his lips around your clit once again, repeating the motion with his hand, you cried out, cuming around his fingers.

Chris drank everything you gave him until you were pushing his head away with a giggle. "My new favorite meal." He stood up and began to push down his boxers, revealing his hard cock.

You didn't mean to stare but you couldn't take your eyes off him. Chris was big. A shiver ran up your spine as excitement swirled in your belly as you felt yourself clench around nothing.

"Ya' cold?" Chris asked as he knelt on the bed, worry lacing his voice.

You shook your head, "Just... Excited." You blushed. "Hmm, how... Do you want, to do this?"

Chris smiled as he leant over cupping the side of your face and pressing a kiss to your lips softly. "You decide. I've got too many ways swimming around in my head right now." He joked, trying to help you both relax.

You bit back your giggle. "Can, I ride you? Please?" You looked up at him innocently, although you didn't realise that how you looked.

The look you gave Chris and the way you asked made his cock twitch. Oh, you were gonna be his good girl. Chris nodded, "Of course, baby," Chris laid down beside you with his head on the pillows. "I've got condoms in-"

"I'm on the pill... So," You shrugged, hiding your face, "We, don't have-I mean, if you want, we can, I just... I've never with, anyone else and-"

Chris sat up and held the back of your head as he turned your face, crashing his lips against yours in a passionate kiss. "Me neither." He smiled, "If you're sure, then I am."

You nodded smiling up at him. Chris pressed a kiss to your lips before laying back down. You slowly pushed yourself up and threw a leg over Chris  hips, breathing sharply as his hard cock brushed between your legs. You leaned forwards and rested your hands on Chris' chest as he placed one hand on your waist and used the other to position his cock at dripping hole.

Your eyes fell shut and bit into your bottom lip as the head of his cock slipped inside of you.

"Slowly, baby... No need to rush." Chris whispered as he gently kneaded the curve of your butt cheek.

You nodded and slowly let yourself take Chris in, your breathy moans leaving your throat as he split you open wider. Chris slid both his hands up to your waist and gently began to help guide you, letting you take him a little at a time.

You mewled, leaning forwards a little more as your fingers dug into his chest. "Oh... Shit," You gasped as you fully engulfed Chris' cock. "Chris..." You leaned down and pressed your lips to his. "Fuck..."

"Fuck, baby," Chris' hands slipped up your back and pulled you closer. His kissed you hard before trailing his lips down the side of your neck and across your shoulder.

You began to move your hips slowly, up and down. You could feel every inch of him, dragging against your walls.

"Fuck, baby... Feel s'good." Chris  kissed your neck.

"Please," You moaned, "More." You turned your head and captured Chris' lips.

Chris wrapped his arms around your waist and planted his feet on the bed, slowly raising his hips to meet yours. "Fuck!" Chris moaned, feeling you squeeze his cock.

He moved one of his hands down your back and over the curve of your backside, kneading it as he continued to fuck up into you. You moaned against Chris' neck, squeezing around him. Chris growled and lightly slapped your backside, his fingers grazing puckered hole and making you moan even louder.

"Knew it," Chris panted, slapping your backside again.

Chris effortlessly flipped the two of you over, his cock staying inside of, making you squeak as you landed on your back. He reached down and hooked your leg over his elbow before he began to hammering into you, harder and fast. The room filled with moans and groan from the pair of you, the bed's head board hitting against the wall as Chris fucked you into the mattress.

"You're close... Can feel you strangling my cock, sweetheart." Chris panted against your throat. He ran his tongue up the length of your throat before sucking light, unable to get enough of your taste.

The feeling of his mouth sucking and marking you had your eyes rolling to the back of your head, tipping you over the edge.

Chris growled, hammering his cock into you harder before he stilled, your pussy clamping around his cock, making it almost impossible for him to pull back as he came.

The only sounds that echoed through the room was that from the rain pelting against the windows and your heavy breathing as the pair of you came down from your high.

"We should have done this sooner." You giggled as Chris laid beside you.

His smiled stretched across his face as his eyes laid shut. "Better later than never."

[poisonmaximoff]

BELATED FATE (Elizabeth Olsen x FemReader).

The whole story: here.

Chapter 1. Something new

Y/n's POV:

I can't believe I'm actually here. Surrounded by such incredibly talented people who inspire me and many others. Angelina Jolie, Orlando Bloom, Jessica Alba, Chris Evans, Sarah Paulson...they are all here, sitting at their tables and enjoying the ceremony. I already made a small talk with some of them, and now I'm patiently waiting for the announcement of the "Actress of the Year".

«And the Oscar goes to...»

Everyone held their breath in the exciting expectation of the cherished name.

«...Y/n Y/ln!»

The audience burst into applause, I get up to give my thank-you speech and...

«Y/N! How much longer will it take me to finally wake you up?» My mom said entering my room without knocking. Here we go again. Welcome to the real world where I'm not even an actress and the closest I've come to being one was pretending to be sick so I could skip the school. And I still do that to skip work, because it's an incredibly boring pastime.

My parents are a rare example of people who manage to combine family life with a career and achieve success in both areas. Although they couldn't spend a lot of time with me and my little brother every day, they still constantly tried to give us everything we needed. Therefore, in my position it's a sin to complain about something.

They gave me this job so that I could develop and build a career in business and investment. They didn't care at all that I always had problems with all this numbers and communicating with people, but I wanted an independent life, so I agreed to work in their company. All I have to do is sort through papers and fill out different tables, sometimes go to business meetings with my parents and Mr. & Mrs. Olsen. They founded LinCorp along with my parents, so our families are closely connected.

Everyone thinks that my life is perfect, not even suspecting that I have no idea what I'm doing with it and what I plan to do in the future. I mean, doing almost nothing and getting paid for it surely sounds amazing, but my days merge into one long groundhog day and time flies so imperceptibly that I'm afraid to wake up one day being old and realize that I don't remember anything significant from my life. I just feel like an inferior person who can't find their place in this life and it scares me.

"You've got to be kidding me, Y/n. Get up right now, otherwise we'll be late for the meeting, you know how important this is." My mother said as she walked over to my bed and pulled off my blanket.

"Mom! You didn't even give me five minutes to fully wake up!" I grunted and slowly got out of bed pulling my bathrobe over my pajamas.

"You've been sleeping for ten hours, honey. And wipe the pout off your face, you're not a kid anymore. C'mon, get changed into proper clothes and come downstairs, breakfast is already on the table."

My stomach rumbled at the thought of my favorite pancakes with strawberry jam and freshly squeezed peach juice. Mom's food is one of the few things I've really missed since I started living apart from my parents at the age of 20. I remember how happy I was with my newfound independence that in the first week I decided to eat exclusively takeaway food, washing it down with cola or beer. No wonder that soon I ended up in the hospital with gastritis and my mother lecturing me. That's why she didn't want me to live separately and since that day constantly checked up on me, not allowing me to be more substantive.

My parents rarely left me and my younger brother unsupervised at all, and even when I turned 21, they didn't stop seeing me as a helpless child. But as soon as it comes to work, they immediately consider me a responsible serious adult. I have no idea how they don't notice my laziness at work. Maybe they're just pretending not to see it though.

I came to visit them for a few days, so now every damn morning I have to deal with getting up at eight o'clock. Disgusting. Eventually I finished my morning routine and picked up my new dress, which I bought especially for today. Although I'm not a fan of this kind of dresses, because they are too formal for me, but this one outlined my figure very well, so I was satisfied with my current look. I put on some makeup, put my hair in a neat bun and joined my parents who were already waiting for me in the car.

"Can you please remind me what's the topic of the meeting and who will be there?" I ask, meeting my father's slightly disappointed gaze. "I'm sorry, it's just that my head is full of a lot of things right now" I add.

"It's an unscheduled board of directors. There are some difficulties in the company, so it was decided to gather all the shareholders and discuss our further plans. In addition to Mr. and Mrs. Olsen, their eldest daughter Elizabeth and her brother Trent will be there. The Holbrook family will also be present." My dad explains to me in calm tone.

I remember the first time I saw all of them. It was almost two and a half years ago at some charity event. I was about to join LinCorp, so visiting it was an essential condition. My parents had to introduce me to all the partners and their families.

I had never been to this kind of events before, so I didn't know what to expect from it. Therefore, I prepared very carefully for this day, because I didn't want to embarrass my parents and myself. I had to learn all the rules of etiquette and run around the shops for two days in search of a suitable dress. To be honest, it exhausted me more than the evening itself.

Entering the huge bright hall, where most of the guests had already gathered, I felt the smell of delicious food and drinks mixed with expensive perfumes. I tried to put my slight anxiety aside, and headed with my parents to a small group of people. The first thing I noticed were three girls, whose faces were almost identical. One of them was taller than the other two, who I assumed were twins, and was talking to some blond guy. To be honest, her beauty and the way she held herself with people definitely instantly impressed me.

Probably sensing my gaze on her, she looked at me curiously with her emerald eyes and smirked lightly. My heart skipped a couple of beats, but I still decided to go up to them and introduce myself.

During our conversation, I learned that this woman's name is Elizabeth and she is in charge of public relations in our company. She generously agreed to introduce me to the rest of the guests, as she knew absolutely everyone here.

I noticed that when I was talking to someone, she often cast curious glances towards me, which couldn't leave me indifferent. I wanted to get to know her better. Just as we were left alone and I was about to start a casual conversation with her, someone's hand fell on my waist.

"You must be Y/n, right?" Tall blonde girl with not very long hair and bright blue eyes asked me. "Yes, nice to meet you..." I left the end of the sentence hanging in the air for her to tell me her name. "Taylor. Nice to meet you too, shall we dance? It's my favorite song!" I noticed that she was a bit tipsy, but couldn't say no, since I'm just not used to turn people down. As I turn my head towards Elizabeth to apologize, I notice that she shifts awkwardly from one foot to the other and then says: "Okay, have fun girls. I'll be with my family, if you need me", then cracks a small smile and walks away.

From that day on, I no longer had the opportunity to start any small conversation with her. Usually, every time we met, we just greeted each other and exchanged couple of neutral or business related phrases. I already was in relationship with Taylor (yes, that girl from the charity event) and was more than happy to have her in my life, so my fleeting interest in Elizabeth has long been forgotten. The only people I met at that day, who I kept in touch with, were Mary-Kate and Ashley.

"What about the twins? I actually like them more than the others" I ask, remembering all our little adventures together, which our parents don't even know about, and hopefully never will.

"They decided to take their share from the company and start designing clothes, so they will no longer be at meetings." Hearing that gave me mixed emotions, because it meant that now I'd see them less often, but I was glad that they had found their vocation in this life. I nodded and we spent the rest of the way in silence.

I have this overwhelming need to dive into my thoughts and analyze my past every time I experience even the slightest discomfort. And now it's exactly what's going to happen, because I get a bit nervous before such kind of meetings.

Every time I start to think about mistakes I made my mind drifts to one specific person that used to be an important part of my life. My ex who I broke up with three months ago. Not that she did something terrible, I just couldn't stay in secret relationship with her anymore and keep pretending that it doesn't hurt me. I knew that she truly loved me and she was my first love as well. These two years I spent with her were both the best and worst time of my life, constant emotional rollercoasters exhausted me, but I couldn't let her go, because sincerely believed that she's my fate. Maybe I'm just not mature enough for any kind of relationship and it had nothing to do with my partner's behavior. I was too selfish, clingy, hungry for attention and...

"Earth to Y/n, we're here already, come on." Dad's voice interrupted my guilt trip and I couldn't be more thankful.

Ten minutes later we were already ascending in a large glass elevator to the 30th floor. My parents are talking about boring business related stuff , and I'm trying to figure out what I'm going to do after that meeting. The elevator stopped at the 12th floor and I saw a blonde woman wearing an expensive black suit and Jimmy Choo heels approaching the door. As soon as it opened, the woman smiled broadly at my parents and entered the elevator.

"Hi, Mr. Y/ln and Mrs. Y/ln, I'm so glad to see you again, it's been a while. You both look gorgeous." She said in a slightly raspy voice. Of course, I immediately recognized Elizabeth, even though she did bangs and changed her style of clothing a bit since the last time I saw her. The new image actually suits her very well, now she looks even more powerful.

"Good morning, Elizabeth. Darling, you look absolutely amazing! Your mother told me you visited France recently, did you like it there? And what is that gorgeous ring on your finger, did Boyd finally decide to propose?" my mom asked with a genuine curiosity. Oh. I didn't even notice that ring. Well, no wonder the woman like her isn't single.

"France is incredibly beautiful and charming, I definitely want to return there one day. I think I fell in love with their desserts. And yeah, we decided to get married." She says the last part quickly and a bit dryly that doesn't go unnoticed by me and turns her head in my direction, staring at me with her big green eyes. "Hi, Y/n." Elizabeth smiles at me and I greet her back a little shyly, surprised at my sudden modesty.

When we arrived at our floor, my father's assistant met us and took us to the conference room, where everyone had already gathered. I took a seat to the left of my mom and next to Elizabeth, out of the corner of my eye seeing a tall blonde man greet her and kiss her on the cheek. Yes, it's Boyd. "Such a weird name, but whatever" I thought to myself, and then I heard my father's voice announcing the beginning of the meeting.

It's been almost an hour. I got lost in my thoughts five minutes after the start, occasionally glancing at the people in the room and fixing my gaze on the woman to my right as she talked about possible solutions to problems. When she stopped talking, I went back to whatever was going on inside my head, but soon my attention was drawn to the raised voices of my parents.

"We can't cut or withhold workers wages because we screwed up on the last project! People have always been more important to Lincorp than money and we cannot let down our loyal employees. It's not even up for discussion." My father said, gradually losing his temper. I don't understand much about business, but I know that now he's right and I'm always ready to support him.

"It's our only option, Derek. If we don't cut our costs, it could lead the company to collapse." Said tall, dark-haired man of strong build, who I assume is Mr. Holdbrook, Boyd's father. His family also supported his position, leaving the final decision for Olsens to make.

I took a quick glance at Elizabeth and noticed her strange expression. Obviously she was a little upset and taken aback by her fiance's position, so I could only hope that her family would support ours. Suddenly her eyes meet mine and I see a mixture of doubt and confusion in them. She gives me a small nervous smile and returns her attention to the discussion.

I didn't expect that all of this would actually make me worry, but here's how it turned out. Suddenly I start to feel overwhelmed, my breathing starts to hitch, and my hands shake a little because of surging emotions and a strong sense of responsibility.

I quickly excuse myself and go to the hallway to calm down a little. Thoughts that I'm doing something I barely understand just to avoid disappointing my parents quickly fill my head. It only makes me more nervous and I mindlessly start walking along the corridor, barely paying attention to everything around me, thinking about a difficult decision that our company will have to make, until someone's hand touches my shoulder. I immediately stop moving and turn around to see whoever was following me.

"Harsh realities of the business world, huh?" Elizabeth's voice fills my ears. I look up at her and she gives me a little sympathetic smile.

"I just feel out of place almost every time I come here. Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful to this company and our parents for a good job and great career opportunities, but I just...sometimes I feel useless for Lincorp." I mutter under my breath, not fully realizing that I'm pouring my soul out to an almost unknown person, whom I've seen several times in my life.

"Hey, hey, Y/n, look at me please. I totally understand how you feel, sometimes I have a similar feeling that I'm not doing enough for the company, you know. And it's not actually my thing at all." She says sincerely trying to calm me down.

To be honest, I didn't expect to have that kind of conversation with her because, you know...she is kind of perfect daughter and an employee. She always seems to know what exactly she's doing. Confident posture and speech, the ability to find a common language with people, excellent ideas...all of this creates the image of a born business lady for her.

But seeing her today's look during the meeting makes me realize that she is probably not at all what she seems. And I definitely have to get to know her better.

[babyjakes]

no itching. [blurb.]

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summary | chris helps you keep your mind off a nagging rash.

pairing | daddy!chris evans x little!reader

warnings | sfw regression (daddy!chris little!reader), so fluffy so cute :’-), mentions of rashes from eczema and dermatitis (but could be from anything tbh), dodger being babie as always, chris helping with rash? idk about these warnings what am i doing lol

word count | 449

requested by @fangirlofallthings | Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, it’s blurb night, happy happy, excited for you! May I please have a request with Chris Evans? I have eczema and dermatitis and sometimes I will have rashes that get itchy and I need to put cream and try not to scratch but when I am more little, it’s really, really hard 🥺 So can I have some kind of comfort where Chris distracts me with fun things like cuddling or playing with dodger, etc. Thank you friend, take care of yourself while you’re writing these blurbs 💙💙💙💙 사랑해

an | hi sweet friend thanks so so so so so much for this request! i actually get stress rashes (wild i know lol) and they’re super yucky!! so the thought of daddy!chris like helping with cream/lotion and then distracting you is just :’-) so cute wow i love it i hope you like this!!

“C'mon baby, you’re okay,” Chris coos gently as you swing your legs back and forth anxiously, sitting obediently up on the countertop in the bathroom, right where your daddy has placed you. “Hey,” he warns lightly. “No itching.”

“B-but… so itchy,” you mumble pleadingly, your eyes watering a bit at the sight of the man grabbing the tube of the dreaded cream, popping the cap open before letting out a generous amount of the pasty white stuff onto one of his large hands.

“I know, bubba, I know. It’s okay,” Chris soothes, planting a quick kiss on your forehead as he rubs his hands together, frowning as he watches you eye him with tears already building up. “Hey, you’re okay,” he reminds you, his soft gaze catching your own, “I know it stings at first, sweetheart, but remember how well it takes care of the itch after a while?”

Reluctantly, you nod, bracing yourself as Chris motions for you to turn to allow him access to your blistering back. “Oh honey,” he sighs, the sight of the angry rash fleshing out across your skin filling the man with pity. “It’s okay, darlin’. Gonna get you all lotioned up, and then we can go play with Dodge; how’s that sound, pretty girl?”

“Yes please,” you agree, lowering your head as you prepare yourself for the unpleasant first few moments of the topical treatment.

“Alright, bub. Here we go, big breath in,” Chris coaches before gently beginning to run his hands over your back to spread the cream, his heart breaking at the sight of you cowering away from the terrible sensation. “I know, baby- shhh,” he hums, doing his best to work the stuff in as quickly and thoroughly as possible before pulling away. “There you go, sweet girl. All done. Did so good for me,” he murmurs, leaning in to sneak a gentle kiss on your nose before turning to the sink to rinse his hands off.

Doing your best to take big breaths, it only takes a few moments for the stinging to subside, a warm, soothing after-effect soon taking over as you finally let your muscles loosen. Just as you’re opening your mouth to thank your daddy for helping you, the sound of excited paws hitting the hardwood floor sounds from just outside the door, causing a grin to appear on your face.

“There he is, already knows what time it is,” Chris chuckles as he dries off his hands, reaching for the door and kicking it fully open to allow the lively pup in. “Hey there, bud. You ready for treats? I know the prettiest baby who’s just been dyin’ to give you way too many.”

[rowyn-writes]

Mending A Broken Heart (Part Two)

Warnings: Smut, breeding kink, praise kink, unprotected sex, oral sex, (f/m receiving) fluff, angst, self loathing, reader has PCOS

Pairings: Jared x Reader

Word count: 3.3k

THREE YEARS LATER

There was a loud sound that woke you from a dead sleep. You groaned as you looked over at your fiancé, Jared.

"It's your turn." He mumbled.

"It's always my turn." Your growled as you threw the blankets off you. You sleepily traveled through the house to where the source of the noise was coming from.

Your threw open the door to see your older sister, Danneel, her husband Jensen, and their three year old daughter, Justice. "What?"

"Don't 'what' me Y/N, it's Friday." Danneel sassed.

"And?"

"And, you know Friday's are wedding planning days!"

"Yeah, my Friday's used to be fun."

"They're still fun, Y/N. C'mon, live a little." Jensen said mischievously. "Humor her." He mumbled under his breath. "Danneel looks forward to seeing you all week. When Jared told us he was going to propose, she was so excited to plan your wedding. She started a scrapbook. A scrapbook, Y/N. Just let her talk overlays and flowers and food with you. Let her pamper you."

You let out a sigh as you watched Danneel set up the kitchen table with magazines and venue pictures. "She does look happy."

"She is happy. Just let her do this for you." Jensen smiled as Danneel excitedly flipped through the scrapbook.

"She better be glad I love her." You grumbled.

Jensen cracked a smile. "Don't worry. If you have to deal with this, so does Jared. He's the one who proposed, so I'm going to drag his ass down here."

"You're a saint." You whispered. "This is why you're my favorite brother in law."

"I'm your only brother in law." Jensen called as he walked up the stairs to the bedroom you shared with Jared.

You slid next to your sister, whose eyes swam with excitement. "Okay, so, I was thinking, for food we could do vegetarian options as well as meat. That way, there's something for everyone."

"Sounds good to me." You nod.

A sleepy Jared turned the corner, rubbing his eyes tiredly. It had been a long week of constantly filming and both of the men needed to rest up. "Morning darlin'." He mumbled as he kissed your cheek.

For the next three hours, you, Jared and Danneel talked about the wedding. You were excited, of course, but this was getting to be a lot of stress. At this point, you just wanted to elope and be done with it. But you knew that would break Danneel's heart, especially since she spent so much time on the wedding.

"Okay," Danneel said, closing the book. "I have the pastor booked, as well as the venue. I'm going to call around and find some good places that can cater to us. And I have an appointment for you and Jared to go cake tasting at Austin Kind Cakes tomorrow at 9. Don't be late. We've also got to go dress shopping on Monday. So, round up your bridesmaids and tell them. I would stay longer but I have a doctors appointment at two. I'll see you Monday." Your sister hugged you and Jared goodbye before leaving with Jensen and Justice.

You sighed as you fell back on the couch, Jared not far behind. He spread himself across the couch, his head in your lap. You smiled softly as you ran your fingers through his long hair.

"Are you tired, baby?" You asked.

"Very."

"You wanna put on a MCU movie and cuddle?" You suggested.

"Please." Jared smiled.

"Okay, get up so I can put the DVD in." You pushed a reluctant Jared off your lap, which resulted in him landing on the floor. "I told you to get up!"

Jared grumbled as he pulled himself off the floor. "Oh, you're fine you big baby." You roll your eyes. You skimmed your finger across the DVD's until it landed on Captain America; The First Avenger. It was your favorite movie because. . . Well, Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans. Duh. You popped the disk in, and while it was showing the ads before the movie, you went to start some popcorn.

You began to grab things down from the cupboards, stealing candy from Jared's secret stash. Despite his well built physique, he had a huge sweet tooth. You came back into the living room with beer, popcorn, and all the movie essentials.

"How did you find my candy?" Jared frowned.

"You're not that great at hiding things, babe."

"Not true. I hid my feelings for you for two years." He pointed out.

"Okay, you got me." You rolled your eyes, sitting down beside him. Jared stretched his arm out, wrapping it around you, pulling you closer. You rested your head on his chest, smiling contently. Things had been tense as of late. And most of that was to be blamed on filming.

You knew that Jared had been struggling with his metal health for a while, and you made a point to let him know how much he meant to you. In all honesty, things hadn't been all that easy for you either. Danneel had just announced that she was pregnant again. It was very early on in the pregnancy, but it was still hard on you. You had told your family about your condition, and they were all very supportive. You were happy for Danneel and Jensen, but you were still upset about not being able to start a family of your own.

"I love you." You whispered to Jared.

"I love you too, darlin'. What's wrong?" He questioned, averting his eyes from the T.V screen.

"Nothing. I just love you." Jared grinned as he kissed your lips

"Well, I love you more."

"Not possible." You shook your head. "No one can love anyone as much as I love you."

"Hmm, I can think of one exception." He argued, trailing kisses down your neck. You closed your eyes, your breath quickening as his lips traveled to your collarbone. "Because I love you more than you could ever imagine."

"Then show me." You challenged.

"Haven't I already? I mean, I did propose to you."

"You know what I mean, tease." You grumbled. Jared chuckled, his brown hair falling into his eyes. He pulled your hoodie over your head, tossing it aside. He gave you a devilish look when he realized you we're wearing a bra.

Jared took your boob in his mouth while massaging the other with his hand. You sucked in a sharp breath when he gently twisted your nipple in between his thumb and forefinger. You could feel your heart beating out of your chest and slick pooling in your panties. No matter how many times you had sex with Jared, it always gave you butterflies.

He moved his mouth down your body, leaving love bites along your stomach. Jared smirked as his fingers dug into your sides, causing you to shriek.

"Jared!" You chastised. "I swear if you tickle me again I'm pushing you off me and I'll use my vibrator."

"Okay, I'm sorry darlin'." He chuckled as he kissed your lips. Pleasant shivers went down your spine when Jared trailed his fingers down your body. He then tugged your joggers and panties down your legs and threw them aside, just like he did with your hoodie. He kissed the insides of your thighs, so, so close to where you wanted him to be but not close enough.

"Jare. . ." You mumbled, fingers digging into the pillow beside you.

"What's that, baby girl?" He grinned. "Use your words. What do you want?"

"I want you to eat me out!" You said, exasperated. Jared said nothing as he pulled you forward, closer to his face. He attached his lips to your little bundle of nerves, causing you to moan. He began to kitten lick your clit, making you grasp onto his hair. It reminded you of the first time you slept with him.

Jared slowly slipped a digit into your warmth, pumping it in and out of you. It definitely didn't satisfy you the way you knew his cock would, but it brought you pleasure nonetheless.  "Mmm, Jared. . . F-fuck!" He reached up with his other hand and began playing with your nipples, making you contract around his finger.

"Eager, are we?"

"I hate you." You groaned.

"No you don't. But if you do, I can go ahead and stop now?"

"Jared, I swear to god!" You growled. The man between your legs said nothing as he added another digit, making you whimper in anticipation.

"It's okay, darlin', you'll have me soon enough." Jared assured you. You nodded, your breathing becoming erratic.

"Oh, god, I'm so close!" You whined.  You regretted the words as soon as they left your mouth, as Jared pulled his fingers out, leaving you feeling empty. "You're the worst tease ever."

"I know," He cooed as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. You climbed off the couch and sat on your knees in front of Jared, pulling down his jeans. "Now, babygirl, what do you think you're doing?" He questioned.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" You replied, looking up at Jared with a cheeky grin. You took his cock in your hands, giving it a few gentle strokes, running your finger across the tip. You ran you tongue along the underside of his dick, just how you knew Jared liked it.

"Oh, fuck, sweetheart." He murmured. "Just like that."

With that encouragement, you took him in your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks so he could fit. You lazily sucked his length, effectively making Jared moan. It was like music to your ears whenever he moaned like that. You felt Jared's hand on the back of your head pushing you closer to him, making you gag around his cock.

He held your head with both of his hands as he rocked his hips back and forth, each time he hit the back of your throat. You felt drool drip down your chin and onto your breasts. You could taste the precum on Jared's cock. You knew he was close. His thrusts into your mouth became more erratic and messier as he released his load into your mouth. "Take it all. Do not spit it out. Be a good girl for me and swallow." He demanded as he pulled his dick out. You nodded, letting the warm substance slide down your throat with difficulty. "You're such a good girl for me. Swallowing all my cum. Do you know what that does to me?"

You didn't need an answer, as you could clearly see what it does to Jared, since he was already becoming hard again. "This load is going in that tight little pussy of yours." He picked you up by the arm with a firm yet gentle hand and bent you over the arm of the couch. "Are you ready?" He asked, still making sure you were comfortable. No matter how many times you two had sex, he always wanted to make sure you still wanted to go through with it.

You had discussed the relationship you had before Jared, and about all the things your ex put you through. One of the worst things Will did to you was use you for sex. He rarely asked for consent, which gave you more trust issues than you could handle. You had spoke to Jared about that when you first got together, and he promised that he would always, always, ask if you were okay before doing anything. That just made you fall in love with him more.

"Please, Jare. . ." You whined. "Fuck me."

"You don't have to tell me twice, sweetheart." He slowly bottomed out, letting out a moan. He began to fuck you, slow at first, but it soon transitioned into rough thrusts. Your gripped onto the pillow tightly, using it to muffle your moans. Jared grabbed you by the hair, pulling your head up. "Don't muffle it babygirl, I wanna hear you scream."

"Oh God, Jared!" You whined as his hips slammed into yours.

"Fuck baby, ugh, you're so fucking tight. I'm gonna cum." He moaned. "I'm gonna cum in that sweet pussy, fill you up to the brim. God, I can't wait to see your stomach swell as you carry our child. You'll look so fucking good."

You felt a familiar knot tighten in your belly, your walls clenching around Jared's cock. "Fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck." You screamed as you came, Jared following shortly behind you. He stayed buried in you for a few more moments before pulling out.

Jared disappeared for a few seconds before coming back with a warm washcloth so he could clean you up. He gently wiped down your body before picking you up bridal style and carrying you into the bedroom. He climbed in bed beside you and gathered you in his arms, kissing your temple.

"Are you okay, darlin'?" He asked, brushing hair out of your face. You smiled as you nodded. "You did so good for me. I love you so much."

You nuzzled your face into his chest, enjoying the warmth from his body. "I love you more."

"Oh no," He chuckled. "We are not starting this again. Because I'll win."

"Whatever you say, Jare." You rolled your eyes. He grinned at you, his brown hair falling into his eyes.

"Okay, well, I'm going to make us some lunch. I'll be right back." He gave you a quick peck on the lips before pulling on a pair of sweatpants and making his way to the kitchen. You grabbed one of Jared's flannel, wrapping it around you and breathing in the scent.

Your phone started buzzing on the end table beside the bed. In the middle of the commotion this morning, you never took your phone off the charger. A picture of you and your sister popped up on the screen, the name "Danni," with a little heart beside it flashed across the photo. "Hello?"

"Y/N!" Danneel squealed happily from the other side of the phone. "Okay, so, Jensen and I just got back from my OB appointment and you'll never guess what!"

"What? Did you find out the sex?"

"Well, yes, but there's something else too! I'm having twins!" You felt your heart sink to your stomach.

"Oh, Danni, that's amazing! I'm so happy for you!"

"Thank you, Y/N/N! Oh, I'm so excited! We're having a boy and a girl. I'm going shopping later to pick out stuff for the nursey, do you want to come with me?" Danneel asked, happiness seeping from her voice.

You took a steady breath, blinking back tears. "Ya know, I would love to, Danni, but I'm not feeling too good today. Maybe some other time?"

"Yeah, of course." Danneel sounded disappointed, but tried to hide it. "I hope you feel better. I'll let you go then. Bye, I love you."

"Love you too."

As soon as the call ended, you covered you mouth to suppress a sob. You were happy that your sister was happy. She was finally getting the family she always wanted, she's in a great marriage with a sweet man that treats her right, and she is having twins. It's everything that you've wanted. You were trying so hard to get pregnant, but time after time, nothing. You were taking fertility treatments left and right and trying IVF. But anything you tried failed. You hated how jealous you were of your older sister.

Jared came back up twenty minutes later with two plates of food to find you curled up on the bed crying into your pillow. He hastily set the food down on the dresser and made his way over to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling your back into his chest. "Shh, shh," He cooed, tucking your hair behind your ear. "It's okay, baby. Do you want to tell me what's wrong? Hm?"

"D-Danneel is p-pregnant." You sniffed, tears streaming down you face. "And she's having t-twins." Jared let out a sigh as he listened to you cry. "What am I doing wrong, Jare? W-we've tried everything and I still can't have a baby!"

"We're not doing anything wrong, darlin'. These things just happen and it's nobody's fault. There are still other options, honey. We could hire a surrogate or we could adopt?"

"It's not the same. I want to feel my baby kick inside of me, I wanna feel the morning sickness and the back pain and every damn thing that comes with being pregnant."

"I know, sweetie." He mumbled.

"Jare. . ."

"Yeah?"

"I think. . . Before we start thinking about surrogacy or adoption that I need to go to therapy. I haven't been in a long time and I just need to talk to someone and I need them to tell me I'm not crazy. I just need someone to talk to that doesn't know me and that's not biased."

"Okay, of course." Jared nodded. "I'm proud of you, baby. It took me a really long time that I admitted that I needed help. It takes a strong person to say when they need help."

---

FIVE WEEKS LATER

"Everyone at the office back home is catching this stupid bug." You growled, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Danneel, who had been with you when you fell ill, took a cold washcloth and dabbed it across your forehead. You two were currently in Canada visiting Jared and Jensen while they were working on set.

"What have you ate today?" She asked. "I don't need you becoming dehydrated."

"A bagel with cream cheese and Doritos."

"Cream cheese and Doritos?" Danneel said, scrunching her face up at the combination.

"Hey, don't knock it till you try it."

"I'm not knocking it, Y/N." Danneel dismissed. "It's what I've been craving for months. I was craving all sorts of weird stuff before I found out I was pregnant."

"Yeah, well, there's no way I'm pregnant." You said glumly.

"Pickles and mustard. Is that something else you've eaten?"

"Yes. . . Why?" You questioned.

"Another one of my pregnancy cravings. Are you late?" She asked.

"I'm always late, Danni. I have PCOS, dummy." You scoffed.

"I think you should take a test, just to be sure." You decided to humor Danneel and went to the drug store and bought three different pregnancy tests.

Positive. Positive. Positive.

You stared wide-eyed at the tests, not believing what you were seeing. "Oh. My. God." Danneel squealed as she crushed you in a hug. "You're pregnant! Oh, Jared's going to be so happy! You have to go tell him! Like, right now!"

"But they're filming." You protested.

"They're taking a break right now. Jensen just texted me. Go! Now!" Danneel pushed. You took a quick picture of the pregnancy tests before you, Danneel, and J.J went to visit the boys while they were on set.

You couldn't hold your excitement, as your knee was bouncing up and down. The three of you showed your badges at the front gate before making it onto set.

"Y/N." Jared smiled, looking up from his script. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to wait until later to tell you this but it just couldn't wait."

"What is it?" He questioned, his eyebrows furrowing.

"I haven't been feeling well lately and I've been craving these really weird foods and I'm more tired than usual and-" You rambled until Jared held up his hand.

"Wait, Y/N, are you saying. . .?"

"I'm pregnant." You whispered. "I took three different tests today and they were all positive. I wanted to tell you when you got home, but I didn't know what-"

"You're pregnant!" Jared shouted, catching the attention of the crew and cast members. You flushed red as Jared picked you up and spun you around. "I'm so excited." He smiled, cupping your face in his hands and giving you a gentle kiss.

You could hear Jensen laughing with happiness, and some of the crew clapping. "I'm getting a niece or nephew." He said excitedly. "I can't wait to corrupt them."

"Jensen!"

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delicate - chris evans x plussize!reader

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You and Chris had known each other for most of your lives. You had met Scott in elementary school and quickly became a part of the Evans gang. Chris certainly traveled the most for his work, but it was nice to have him filming in Massachusetts. With him being so close for so many upcoming projects, he could hang out with the group again. He was always your favorite to hang out with as you liked the same movies, music, and games. He picked you up a little after five-thirty wanting to be the safe designated driver for you.

Arriving at the Color-Me-Mine you were surprised to see Scott amongst your group of friends already there picking out things to paint.

You quickly ran up and hugged Scott, “Ugh! I’ve missed you so much!”

“I’ve missed you too! You should really come out to LA.” He insisted as he pulled away and shook your shoulders.

“I would but I don’t have enough salary to do all that.”

“I would foot the bill if it meant I had the smallest bit of your sunshine in California…But I’m back for two weeks so we’ll have to get together for a Mario Kart tournament.”

“Oh we definitely need to! Are you staying at Chris’ house?”

“Probably for the last week yeah, this week I’m staying with Vanessa to spend time with Micah.” You looked over at Vanessa. She was picking out paints and chatting with Kelsey. She had just had a baby boy a few months ago and he truly was the cutest little guy. You had always wanted to settle down and have a family, it just never seemed to be in the cards for you. So, with no close friends and no significant other, you threw yourself into your work. Which worked out for the best in the end, you were practically running the library at this point but when you were finally out of your bubble you realized how detached you really were from it all.

You had picked out a basic mug while Chris picked out this big jar claiming that Dodger very much wanted a big treat jar with flames on the side. The night at the studio was full of loud laughter and some generic pop music. You had spent three hours painting, chatting, and drinking until it was finally time for the shop to close. You and Chris had gotten back into his car and he had started to drive before you turned to him. “I’m glad we were able to get Vanessa out of the house, but I fucking hate this mug.” You said with a slight chuckle before continuing, “I can’t wait to toss it.”

“You can’t just toss it! C'mon, Y/N! It’s beautiful.”

You let out a louder laugh before looking down at the blue and green mug in your lap, “Chris it’s a silly monster. It looks like a six year old made it.”

“Well a six year old didn’t make it. My thirty-seven year old best friend made it. You know what, maybe I will keep it in my cupboard and you can drink out of it every time you come over.”

“Is that my punishment for making such a bad mug?”

He reached over and squeezed your thigh gently, “Maybe. C'mon, come back to my place, Dodger would love to see you.”

You let out a dramatic sigh, “I guess, we can go see the amazing fluffy boy.”

The rest of the drive went by quickly, due to Chris and his love for pushing how far over the speed limit he could go before getting pulled over.

When you finally arrived at his house, you both went through the front door and Dodger came running. You handed your mug over to Chris so you could kneel down and pet the excited dog. He looked down at you two with a laugh, “He hasn’t had company besides my family in a while, he’s missed you.”

“I’ve missed him too. Yes, I did! I missed you so much bubba!” You told the dog as he happily licked your face, “Blegh, yuck, Dodge. Let’s go on the couch so I can give you belly rubs!” At the sound of belly rubs Dodger took off in a sprint towards the couch. You stood up with a small laugh before kicking off your shoes and making your way over to the couch.

“Can I make you a drink?” Chris asked from the kitchen.

“To put in my mug?”

He laughed at this before going over to his bar cart, “No, like a genuine cocktail in a glass.”

“Oh, the big shot actor makes drinks now? Playing a bartender soon?”

“Please, I’ve been making drinks forever! Who says I can’t make drinks?”

You stopped rubbing Dodger’s belly to shrug, “Just the way you always drink beer it’s just shocking it would even be in your list of things you can do.”

“I going to make you the fanciest fucking most wicked cocktail you’ve ever had in your life.”

“Yeah sure!” You said with fake reassurance in your voice before turning your attention back to Dodger.

A few minutes later Chris called out for you to join him in the kitchen. With a sigh, you scratched behind Dodger’s ears one last time, “Sorry buddy, your dad has to be a show off.” Walking into the kitchen with your hands on your hips you stood on the other side of the kitchen island, “And this is?” You said looking down at the cup before grabbing it and sliding it over to you.

“A tequila sunrise. Isn’t it obvious?”

“Just an interesting choice for nine at night but yes it’s very pretty.” You raise to his with a clink before you both take a drink.

He slowly lowered the glass from his lips with a smile, “Good right?”

“Not bad, not bad. Orange juice is a little off though.”

He groaned with an eye roll, “I forget that you’re picky about pulp.”

“It’s fine, you’ll have another chance to wow me. I imagine we’re doing the mario kart tournament here.”

“Oh, we can! Dodger would love that, he loves all the attention you girls give him.”

“Just like his daddy.” You said with a smirk before taking a small sip.

Chris placed his glass down on the counter and leaned on it looking you over, “Why have we never…”

You laughed slightly, “I don’t know if I should be offended or not. You have my virginity, Evans.”

He rolled his eyes with a chuckle, “I know I do. I’m trying to ask why we haven't dated.”

“Chris, you’re a world renowned actor and I’m a plus-sized librarian that never made it out of this small town. You know why.”

“Enlighten me.”

You took a big drink from your glass before gently resting it down with a sigh, “You could have anyone you wanted. Why would you settle for a childhood friend from your hometown?”

“Because I love her.”

You were happy you had swallowed because that had you laughing loudly.

His jaw fell into a fake act of being offended before yelling out, “I’m serious! You were my first crush.”

You took a few moments to compose yourself before finishing off your drink and resting it on the counter with a smile, “That’s because I hung out at your house like every day.”

“It’s not just that…Childhood crushes go away, but with you…” He let out an embarrassed huff before continuing, “I sometimes wonder what my life would’ve been like if I just asked you out in high school. If we would be married and have kids by now.”

You studied his face, trying to find a slip up or a smirk, letting you know this was all a joke. “Chris.”

“Y/N.”

As he closed the space between you, you felt your breath hitch in your chest. A small gasp escaped you as you were surprised how effortlessly he lifted you up onto the island counter. He gently pushed your legs open making room for himself as he spoke, “Do you remember Halloween night junior year?”

You swallowed hard, “When we lost our virginities to each other.”

“And I was so nervous I came before I was even anywhere close to where I needed to be. But you sat there with me until I calmed down enough to try again.” He was now a few inches from your face, his eyes dark and smirk spreading across his face, “And the fourth of July, the year after…”

“When we snuck into the basement of my house because everyone else was busy and we knew the sound from the fireworks would drown us out.

“You were the first one to ever moan my name…I think about it all the time.”

“You-you do?”

He nodded before resting his forehead against yours, “I was so stupid. I should’ve asked you out then…I was so worried that I would mess it up and lose you.”

“You were stupid.” You said quietly with a small smile.

He pulled away, giving you space as he laughed. His hands wandered up your thighs to your back to scoot you closer to the edge of the counter, “I know…And we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

Your legs wrapped around him with a small smirk of your own. His eyes shifted down to look before looking up at you, “Don’t tease me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Evans.”

You both stared each other down until you eventually lost and had to blink causing him to laugh softly, “I’m going to carry you into my room and I’m going to make love to you the way I’ve always meant to. Tomorrow morning, I’m going to make you breakfast in bed and then tomorrow night we will go on a date. How does that sound?”

You rolled your eyes affectionately in response. He always talked too much. Reaching up, you cupped his face in your hands before pulling him in to kiss him.

[kthynes]

baby me

pairing: chris evans x female reader

request: Can you pls write something about Chris sick with some kind of stomach bug and fever and doesn’t want the reader to help him because he’s embarrassed but then he throw up and almost faint so the reader comes to the rescue and help him, and then cuddles? Thank you!!❤️ - anon

warnings: none, this is pretty pg

a/n: I wrote this one shot a little differently, it’s way less wordy and descriptive (imo). I’m trying to be more ‘to the point’ with my writing ahh we shall see how it goes. Otherwise please enjoy this little gem, thanks for the request, anon!

“What do you mean you can’t have it done? Oh, c’mon Tony that’s not what I— Alright okay, you know what, sure, whatever, do that then.”

You’re annoyed. You’re frustrated. You rummage through your oversized purse for the house keys that Chris has graciously lent you yet you somehow manage to misplace in the silk sheath of lining, receipts and a whole slew of miscellany.

Your one track life becomes an undisputed conundrum of work which never fails to follow you home even on a somewhat good day. Tony, the wrought-up site manager, says something the minute you tune out which allows to spiral right back in. Sometimes you bark. And sometimes you bite.

“Right but the unit division budget doesn’t have anything going forward in respect to that notion! You know this!” You boisterously tell your colleague after jiggling the door open and tossing the keys on top of the nearby console. The house is quiet, and your voice is the loudest carrying tremor that pulls Chris out of his lulling state. “No, no you are not fucking negotiating with Kingsley alright. That isn’t apart of the deal, Tone! Jesus.”

Your call consumes you just until you see your deadbeat partner sprawled up on the couch, sallow and sick. His dry lips are agape, breathing is staggered, little to no life is present in his form. His beautiful mutt looks to you from his side, tail slightly wagging and that is enough to have your heart torn out.

“Hey, hey Tony, can I call you back later? O-Oh sure, okay yeah that’s fine. Okay, alright buh-bye.” You frantically end the call, furrowing your brows as you take long, leaping strides towards Chris who is finally relieved to see you in all of your concerned beauty.

“Everything okay baby?” He croaks like a dying horse, eyes closing as his stomach lurches some more.

“You’re asking me? Goodness Chris, you look terrible.” You cradle the side of his balmy face while crouched in front of him. You are frightened with worry as he kisses the inside of your palm in return. The sweet action itself makes you wince as you scan his sunken and unpropitious features.

Chris is at his worst. You knew he was feeling a bit under the weather but didn't think once that it'd be this bad. He's severely impaled, sweating up a storm yet swathed in his favorite velour duvet. The TV is fuzzily broadcasting C-Span while Chris’s laptop is flipped open with a flood of emails that he wasn’t able to get around to. There’s a half eaten loaf bread and an open sleeve of crackers that doesn’t pass his appetite. While looking around, you casually pet Dodger with one free hand who also seems to be happy to see his momma around and readily waiting for you to do something.

“I don’t know what it is that I had last night at the launch party but it’s rocking my insides honey.��� Chris groans after feeling another ripple go through his abdominal cavity.

“Aw baby you should’ve called me. I would’ve picked up some Pedialyte and left work early.” You reach over to turn off the TV and close the laptop.

“I didn’t want you to worry.”

"Too late for that, hon." You fearfully laugh while getting back to him and running a hand through the top of his head down to the nape of his neck. "Now c'mon lets get you in bed first and then I can make you some light dinner."

"I'm fine." Chris hums, loving the way your hands felt against the shaft of his scalp. "You just came home from work, you're probably really tired — go shower and get changed. I'm good right here."

"Don't be stupid, Evans. I can do all that later, now up." After some reluctant attempts you manage to get Chris up who for the most part can stand on his own two feet. Dodger barks his cautionary welcome as you and Chris trudge across the threshold of the single storey home together. You both enter his unmade room and that’s when Chris freezes in mid-stride. He has an uneasy feeling wash over him and everything becomes a jolting sprint of madness.

"Oh no babe I think I might—“ Upchuck. Chunks of indistinguishable remnants of undigested food and bile all came down on your frame as you stood in the line of fire. It’s fleeting and there wasn’t much you could do as you wore his vomit, letting it weigh down the front of your seersucker blouse and skirt.

"Fuuuuck." He panics and you exhale shakily with your arms spread apart, studying the wet projectile painting that amasses your body.

"It's fine. It’s okay." You say while trying to remain sympathetic and undeterred by throwing up yourself because the smell was impalpable. You imprudently gag while guiding Chris back to the bed. "How about you lie down and I’ll just —Chris? Chris!"

Chris's eyes gradually roll back, his body swings forward the minute he sits on the edge of the mattress and with your fast reflexes you manage to catch him against you. He's practically deadweight, passed out and that scares you.

"Oh god Chris babe? Baby, hey, hey..." You shake him a little as his face is caught in the crook of your neck, body rigidly leaned up against yours. He moans a little, regaining consciousness in a matter of seconds and calming your increased heart-rate that still continues to thunder. He was truly going through the motions.

"You alright?" You breathe, placing a hand on his cheek and forcing him to look at you.

"Yeah, yeah I'm okay. I'm so sorry, baby I...I..." He's a bit frazzled as you hush, pacify and hold him close to your form. He breathes you in as you strip off your soiled blouse and skirt. He’s hunched over when you start to peel off the black tee he has on that is smeared with vomit as well, leaving him bare chested in your embrace. You are crouching in front of him, his forehead against you shoulder while your hands were rubbing his back and soothing him. You could hear the low indigestible rumbles coming from his belly knowing how bad he’s been having it on both ends. “Oh I feel terrible Y/N.”

“I know. How about you get in the shower with me." You whisper in a non-sexual way as his body is burning up and the sour smell of regurgitation still lingered around your bodies. He softly nods and with some consuming seconds later, you walk him into the ensuite.

After you both wash up in the shower, you pass Chris some fresh clothes to change into while you travelled across the room in nothing but a towel for the past 10 minutes or so, making sure Chris was able to get himself sorted out first before you stepped away to get changed.

With dinner on your mind, you start thinking to yourself how you can't leave Chris alone in this state. You have an idea and that’s when you text Scott to bring up some dinner so that way you could spend some time holding Chris and making sure that he was okay.

Scott at 7:45 pm:

'On it baby cakes. Ma knows, she's making his favorite chicken noodle with lots of cayenne, ginger and all the good stuff. So you just stay put alright?’

You smile after reading the immediate response from Chris’s sweet brother. While you continue lathering yourself up in lotion you could hear Chris dozing off on the bed. You turn off the bathroom lights and leave to start up a load of laundry before sneaking back into bed with him. Chris stirs a bit before he wraps his arms around you, pulling you in closer.

“I promise I won’t throw up on you again.”

“Only if you don’t have to.” You whisper jokingly while pressing your lips against the underside of his chin. He hums at this with his eyes closed, his hands graze your exposed skin as he’s trying to hold you as inhumanely close to him as possible. “How are you feeling?”

“Better.”

“Scott’s going to be dropping off food so don’t go to sleep yet.” You state, drifting in apprehensive thought. Soon Dodger whimpers into the room and you pat the spot next to you for him to jump on. Chris has always been weary of having Dodger on the bed but because of extenuating circumstances you felt like his presence was also needed as well.

“That’s fine. Thanks again for everything.” He shuffles over after he sees Dodger crawling up and wedging himself in between the both of you. “Mmm hi bubba.”

“Anything for you mio amore.” You say, rubbing his soft belly and soothing the ache to the best of your ability.

“You know, you’re going to be an amazing mother some day Y/N.” Chris muses.

“I hope so.”

“I know so.” Chris rebuts, drawing in a deep breath with his eyes closed. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” You say in return, spending the rest of the evening in his wake before the entire Evans clan shows up at the front door, each worried silly about their pride and joy, leaving Chris to be theirs and having you watch from afar while they enforced their own tender love and care.

[germvity]

RISES THE MOON

leon kennedy x reader // 1 // a new ending

being a survivor that's outcasted and ignored by others hurts more than anything. when a cop gets close, you have to distance yourself. to hurt, and to not get hurt.

genre: angst with (attempted) fluff

tags: dbd universe, being left behind and leon trying not to leave you behind, leon literally being the only one who cares for you, maybe a new series??

warnings: bullying, death and violence, angst, swearing.

the generator slowly stirred to life, you heard rumors that a new killer and two new survivors had arrived. adjusting your hair carefully, you continue working as the oily machinery slowly pumped with newfound energy. "hello?" a soft voice called to you. a new voice. turning quickly, you see a blonde man in a police uniform approaching you carefully. "i didn't mean to scare you, i'm leon." the man smiles, a comforting sight that didn't last long. "you can't be near me." you whisper and the police officer furrows his brows. "why not? what's wrong?" leon asks, and you sigh. "the others will give you shit if they see you with me. just go, i'll finish this." you explain, keeping your voice hushed. "why would the others-" "just go, leon. please." you plead, and the blonde shakes his head. a stubborn one. "let me help you." he crouches next to you. "it's almost done there's really no need to." you huff, glancing around for anyone who could be spying on you.

"no it's not. i may be new but i'm not dumb. let me help." leon laughs softly, flipping up the side panel before connecting a few wires deep in the belly of the generator. "i've never seen you at the campfire before, y/n." leon points out, and you only nod in answer. with a silent minute between the two of you, the generator finally gets finished and you get up to walk away from the officer. "wait!" he jerks forward, going after you and catching your arm. you gasp, bracing for hurt but nothing comes. "what's wrong?" leon whispers, stepping in front of you to see if he could see make eye contact with you but you turn your head away. "nothing. just go away before the others see us." you sigh, turning away fully before being spun back around. "we'll be safer together." god why was he so stubborn? you think as you dip your head down. "just leave me alone, i don't want the others to-"

"well, well. look who it is. nice find, rookie." david's voice chimes in, and you cringe. "david, we were just going to find another gen to do." leon speaks, still not letting go of you. "yea not interested. more interested in what you're holding." david eyes you with malice and you sigh. "just leave me alone." you croak softly, barely having enough confidence to run in the moment you have. "oh! how funny, the slut's getting confident because the rookie's here. is he your prince charming now?" david spits, words burning your heart. "david, shut up." leon sighs, just believing the fighter was in a bad mood. king snorted, "nah. move it rookie, let's show you some tradition." striding towards you, david reaches for you but leon steps in front almost instinctively. "david. go find the killer or something." the blonde deadpans, and your eyes widen. "move, rookie." david snarls, trying to go around the cop to get to you but leon doesn't let him. "last chance, king."

david huffs. "i'll get you later, whore." the british man glares at you, turns on his heel and storms off. leon deflates slightly and turns to you. "are you okay?" the blonde asks. "you shouldn't have done that." you whimper, pulling your arm from leon's grasp and running away from him. despite chasing after you, you had more of an adeptness of your surroundings and lost him quickly. "what the hell is going on here..?" the cop whispers to himself as he trudges off to find another task.

another generator popped thanks to jake, who was walking over to where leon and david were starting on another. with the trapper patrolling the area nearby the cop was getting worried as he hadn't seen you since the beginning of the trial. "do you guys think y/n's okay?" he asks, glancing at jake first. the woodsman tenses, and looks at david over the generator. "don't really care, mate." david shrugs. "they could die for all i care. right jake?" the fighter looks at the other man, and so does leon. jake sighs, but doesn't give another response. "what have you got against y/n?" leon looks back at david, "they're a cheap whore that doesn't care about anyone but their self." david snaps, angrily pulling at some wires. jake doesn't seem to agree but doesn't openly object, just silently works. but leon isn't like that. "seems a little biased to me. they helped me finish the first gen and were concerned about my well-being." leon shoots back, and jake tenses, glancing between the two men.

david suddenly sits up a bit more. "oi, y/n!" he calls over the generator, and the others turn to see you freeze and turn to look at them. "come help us with this yeah?" the fighter demands, and the woodsman gives you a small wave. "watch this." david mumbles to the other two men as you head in their direction. leon's confused, watching you carefully vault the window but then sees it. "watch out!" he calls, moving from the generator to try and help you, but he's too late.

you squeal with pain as the bear trap springs up, biting your ankle and not letting go. tears are quick to drip down your face as the blonde slumps to his knees beside you and works on setting your leg free. your heart pounds in your ears as the trapper grows nearer, drowning out david's laughter and leon's concerned questions if you're alright. eventually, your leg comes undone, blood dripping down your deep wound. "hey." leon's soft hand grabs your face, and you jolt back to reality. "c'mon, we gotta move and get you healed up." the officer says, and you try to stand using the window. "c'mon rookie!" david calls over the roaring of the gen and the sound of the horn from the exit gates powering up. jake's already hauling ass towards one so he could get out already. "but y/n's hurt we can't just leave them here!" leon argues, grabbing some spare bandages he was planning to use on himself if the time came. "just leave the bitch, i don't care. c'mon!" the fighter snatches leon's wrist and pulls him away.

"y/n!" leon calls out, still trying to help you, and you just watch as the cop is lead away against his will. "y/n." a gravelly, calmer voice speaks up, and you sigh. "evan." you respond, staring after the blonde who was glancing over his shoulder at you. "sorry, doll. just business." evan says, his machete coming down hard on your shoulder. grunting with pain, you screw your eyes shut. "stay here. knowing david i'll at least get 2 easy kills out of this." the trapper says, storming after the scratch marks. yet, what you didn't see, was evan turn the opposite way to observe you instead. he wanted to see you stand up for yourself, wanted to see you get out. he craved the answer to his question. did you still care about yourself? about anything? did you value yourself?

leon stayed in the gate, pacing anxiously and watching david vault the pallet to no avail. the trapper wasn't coming and the trial ticked down. "fuck it. i'm going out there." leon snapped, going to march past the fighter who snatched his arm. "stay there. he'll come." david rolls his eyes. "it's not the killer i'm talking about." the cop sighs, pulling his arm from david's grip. "leon. you'll learn how things go soon enough. y/n dies every trial. they're more of an asset on the ground than on their feet." the brit crosses his arms. "maybe if you gave them a chance, they would perform better." the blonde snaps angrily. "move." a new voice cuts in and you limp towards the two of them. "oi!" david yells, "you're supposed t'be dead already!" the man growls, going to lunge for you. before leon reacts, you punch david harshly. the blonde blinks and smiles at you as david crumples. "oh fuck.." you gasp, and leon takes your hand. "c'mon, let's get out of here." the blonde leads you through the gate and in the distance, evan smiles, lurching in for his kill. 

leon regenerated before you, and he started looking for you in the tree line. eventually catching sight of you, the two of you made eye contact, but you didn't come to the campsite. instead, you ran off in another direction, and leon had to follow you into the fog.

[fangirlovestuff]

‘stache Stories - Chris Evans x reader

a/n - hey lovely people!! at last, a fic! behold this astounding feat of- well, i don’t really know, but i’m happy i finally wrote at least one of the requests i had😂 i promise i’m trying to write more but for a few different reasons i’m veryyyy late on stories and i hope the anon is still around to see this! also, i personally have a hate hate relationship with the mustache, so it’s kinda in there too hehe, but we all always love chris. enjoy!<3

for the first time in months, you were finally going to see your boyfriend

not only were you going to finally see him in person after a month of both of your jobs keeping you apart, but you were going to watch him perform on broadway! 

you were so excited to watch him act on stage, you loved all of his movies and you were sure you were going to love the play just the same, if not even more

you texted chris you were there before locating the back door, telling your name to the security guard at the entrance

you asked him where you could find chris and he just pointed in a certain direction vaguely, so you looked around as you went in the direction he pointed in

you were trying to keep an eye out for chris, but you've never really been backstage in broadway before, so you couldn't help marveling at the hustle and bustle of people, and it was still nearly two hours until the show

you saw someone standing on their phone, and you assumed they'd be available enough to help you, since unlike all the other people who were walking around fervently, the man seemed pretty relaxed

"excuse me, do you know where i can f-"

he turned his face in your direction, and it took you a second before a gasp fell from your lips, and then you started giggling like a lunatic

"you made it!" chris grinned, enveloping you in a tight hug

you sighed contently in his arms, holding him back just as tightly, but when you broke away, you struggled to contain your laughter

"babe... you can't just-" you started laughing again, the mustache just as funny as it was shocking, "you can't just ignore That," you gestured at his face

"you don't like it?" he asked, but the shy smile on his face indicated he was aware of the... less than great mustache on his face

"i don't wike it," you confirmed teasingly and shook your head before pressing a kiss to his cheek

"well, the sacrifices we have to make for the craft," he said dramatically

"ah yes," you said, just as dramatic, "the craft. but, i gotta ask, how necessary was it? like is it super necessary or can you like... i don't know, shave it off tonight before we go out?"

"i didn't know it was that bad," he chuckled

"okay, okay, it's not that bad," you shrugged, "but, y'know, i feel like it kinda obscures the view," you pouted

"the view? what view?" he asks, a smug smile stretching across his face

"my very handsome boyfriend who has been tragically kidnapped by a wierdo," you said, your pout now entirely exaggerated

"i don't know is that was a compliment or an insult," he admitted with a chuckle

"best of both worlds," you smirked, prompting him to laugh

"so we're still on for tonight after the show, right?" he asked once his laughter died down

"obviously yes," you said, sincerity showing on your face, "i missed you," you kissed him softly, knowing you still had a ton of other people around, even if they were polite enough to pretend you two weren't there, it was probably a matter of time until someone came by looking for him

"great," he smiled softly at you once you parted

"see ya later luigi!" you winked at him 

"that's... fair," he laughed, shaking his head

you went by to look around the area before you'd come back to see the show itself

after the show, you found chris backstage once more, after he already changed back into his normal clothes, and took his hand, ready to head out

you two were quick, slipping out before there were that many people by the door, and you made your way past whatever crowd was starting to form before you could start walking a little less briskly

"you were wonderful," you bumped his shoulder with yours, smiling

"yeah? you liked it?"

"i mean, i kinda hated you, but that's in the job description, i think," you giggled

"yes!" he pumped his fist in celebration

"wow, if i would've known that's how you'd react to me hating you maybe i'd do it more often," you teased

"i'd rather not," he laughed, before pulling you into a street corner, where you were barely seen from the traffic, and wrapped his arms around your waist

"i missed you," he whispered

your lips finally met properly, tongues exploring, eager to get reacquainted with a beloved landscape

"missed you too," you answered, your voice a bit breathy

you swallowed and then took his hand in yours, "c'mon, let's go to dinner," you smiled, dragging him back into the street

you loved the man, really didn't like the mustache, but it made him a little less recognizable, which you were both thankful for

sometime later, scott grew a similar mustache 

when you first saw him as he opened the door for you and chris when you visited him, all he got was an "oh. so what's up?"

chris looked at you incredulously

"seriously? when i grow a mustache you call me a weirdo and when he does all he gets is an 'oh'?" 

"oh my god, i almost forgot about your mustache," you said, bursting into laughter, "god, that was terrible, wasn't it scott?"

scott laughed and agreed with you, ushering you and a grumbling chris inside

"honestly scott, if i wasn't his girlfriend back then and i saw him on the street, i would run," you said, "and i hate that i need to clarify this, but not into his arms - i would run away," you teased, watching a red tint spread on chris' cheeks from the corner of your eye

"you got a point there," the two of you laughed

"but he has a mustache as well! right now!" chris half-whined the words

"yeah, you do," you snickered at the man in question. "well, you could probably do that crime movie you've always wanted, cop or criminal," you laughed

"where was this energy when i had a mustache?" chris chimed in again

"well, maybe it's because i don't have to date scott," you retaliated

"you never had to date me too," he pointed out

"no, i really think i did. see, charming, wonderful, smart guys aren't that easy to come by, so really i had no other choice," you shrugged

"at this point you'd think i'd be able to understand if you're insulting me or complimenting me," chris huffed out a laugh

"does it matter?"

"nope, i love you anyway," he wrapped his arm around you

"awww. love you too," you leaned into his side, "but please don't grow a mustache ever again. i'll do whatever you want"

"ooo, whatever i w-"

"may i remind you there are children in the room!" you cut him off, gesturing at scott, and the three of you laughed together, "so whatever you were gonna say, spare us"

"fine," he rolled his eyes, "but i still think i looked better than him with a mustache"

"mmmm, debatable."

i couldn’t help referencing the mustache scott has now at the end, especially after the intereview with both of them yesterday (i love them so much omg), and as always i love hearing your thoughts!!<3

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