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f10werfae · 2 years ago

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Pretty boy n' his Pretty Peach

pairing: Frat!Chris Evans x Girlfriend!Reader

summary: A valentines celebration turns into a lovemaking fuck fest, with a lot of love, emotions and promises (Soft!Chris)(Fluffy aftercare)

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“Look at you pretty boy, eating m’pussy so fuckin’ well” Y/n whined looking down to see her frat boyfriend making out with her pussy, his nose nudging against her clit as he winked up at her. Chris’ backwards Cap was still on, along with his St.Christopher chain, and that was it. His hands clamped around her thighs to make sure she wasn’t able to move, his hips grinding his cock down onto her mattress for stimulation.

“Taste so good mama, could eat ya all day if ya’d let me” He groaned against her lower set of lips, kissing them, before pulling them with his lips and releasing them with a pop; Y/n’s head being thrown back from the feeling of his stubble also rubbing against her. She was sure there’d be beard burn later, and God she couldn’t wait to be marked up by him in another way.

“Yeah? Keep you between my legs all day, fuck your tongue is so warm on my pussy” She whined clamping her thighs around his head, feeling his tongue flick up and down her clit; her eyes widening and rolling to the back of her head. This all started when Chris came over to her dorm room after a long day of classes, the both of them planning to order in some takeout for a small Valentines day celebration. However once her door opened, he was greeted to the sight of his gorgeous girlfriend sitting propped up waiting for him, a new baby blue lingerie set on her body.

“Can feel you clenchin’ around my tongue baby, cum all over my tongue” Chris growled thrusting his tongue in and out of her hole, his hair being grabbed by her hand as she thrusted his head back and forth, her hips grinding against his face as she came right on his tongue; his lips humming against her swollen lips as he kissed them one last time before sitting up and facing his woman.

“Awk baby look at your cock, been humpin the mattress haven’t you? You’re so cute” Y/n giggled kissing her boyfriend’s lips softly, his hands reaching and groping her tits; her nipples hard against his palms. “Please ma, fuck my cock, n-need you so bad” Chris growled jerking his hips while Y/n rubbed his length slowly, his face desperate and furrowed. Y/n smiled kissing his lips gently, his voice whimpering as she pulled away before his tongue could even attempt to touch her lips.

“Want a kiss pretty boy? Gonna have to work for it” She smirked jerking his cock off, her thumb running over the slit on the head of his shaft, his head nodding rapidly as it rested on her chest; his tongue instead probing and sucking on her globes. “Such pretty tits, soft n’ smooth jus’ like my girl” Smirking he let his teeth graze over her nipple, her hand coming up to take off his baseball cap and throwing it somewhere across her room.

“Chrissy need you to cum right in my hand, wan’ it so bad” She breathed into his ear, her hand holding and gently scratching the nape of his neck, her other hand fisting his cock; her mouth spitting onto it to lube it up lewdly. “G-gonna cum baby, I-i Promise” He shuddered feeling his balls twitch as she cupped them, massaging them gently,

“Good job baby, so proud of you” She cooed lifting up to show her cum covered hand, maintaining eye contact with her man as she licked it clean, Chris not even caring as she used the same hand to cup his face and bring him in for a kiss. Both their juices mixing in a hot wet tongue kiss, his cock growing hard against her thigh. “Need my pussy now baby, m’gonna bust over here” He whimpered against her lips, both of theirs covered in cum and spit, filthy as fuck.

“She needs you too pretty boy, missin’ your thick tongue already” She whined licking a stripe up his cheek, both of them chuckling as she peppered kisses all over his face and neck, allowing him to rub his shaft up through her slick wet centre, coating in all her juicy goodness. His tip nudging her clit playfully as he watched her swollen lips hug over his cock, giving it a nice wet warm hug.

“Jesus baby this all for me yeah? God if we were married i’d knock ya up right here right now, a pussy like this deserves it” He chuckled tauntingly as his thumb ran up and down her slit, her body shivering with each run over, awaiting for him to finally impale her on his shaft. “All for you baby boy, fuck me like a wife that deserves to be fucked” She growled wiggling her hips, trying to catch his dick inside her hole, squealing as Chris slapped his cock on her clit.

Chris would be lying if he didn’t say hearing her call herself his wife got him horny, the thought of them finally committing to each other eternally got him emotional and rowdy at the same time. Even though they both knew they were in it for life, the thought of everyone knowing she was his for the long run made it even better; he couldn’t wait to graduate, marry her and start their own dream family.

“Happy Valentines day baby, my gorgeous gorgeous woman, take all you need” Breathing out he slowly filled her up inch by inch, her mouth agape as he stared up at him, clearly deeply in love; her lips forming a smile once she wrapped her arms around his neck. Despite their love making session starting off as a filthy wet mess, this was their time to emotionally connect and show just how much they missed and loved each other, even though he literally stayed over the night before.

“You feel so good Chrissy, my own pretty boy fuckin’ me so good” She whispered kissing just below his ear, sucking onto it softly enough just to leave a tiny hickey, just for her to see and know about. “This isn’t fucking honey, we’re making some sweet love tonight, gonna show you n’ your sweet pussy jus’ how serious I am about ya. Gonna take ya home with me in summer, play house with ya n’ cook for you; gonna introduce you to everyone as my fiancé” He whispered slowly thrusting in and out of her sopping wet cunt, the wet sounds combined with their soft gasps filling the room.

“M’gonna be your wife” She giggled thinking about the idea of getting married to her frat boyfriend, one who used to be known for being one of the biggest playboys alive. Her tits bouncing against his tattooed built chest, his thrusts regular and deep, allowing them to take their time to fully feel each other. His lips kissing her cheek lovingly, before reaching the corner of her mouth; his blue eyes trained on her glossy ones. “Y-you’re so deep Chrissy, can see you b-bulgin’ in me” She gasped looking down to see the slightest imprint of his huge cock coming through her body, his moans only getting louder as he nuzzled his head into her neck.

“Y-you’re takin’ me so well baby, gah, m’gonna cum honey, can I cum in you pretty?” He whimpered kissing her lips in tiny pecks, his forehead leaning against hers as she cupped his face tightly. “Cum inside me pretty boy, wan’ feel you flood me with your cum, n’watch it leak out” She whined biting his lip feeling her own orgasm catching up, her toes curling as she fell over the edge, her voice breaking and growling as her hips gyrated against his. His legs shaking and stuttering as he dumped his cum inside her velvety walls, both of them whispering quiet “I love yous” as they rode out their highs, Y/n’s legs staying wrapped around Chris’

Chris slowly pulled out gently, shimmying down her body as he left a trail of kisses, finally stopping at her stomach which was slightly bulged just from the mass amount of cum. “Honey what on Earth are ya doin?” She giggled propping herself up on her elbows to look down at her boyfriend, who was no longer her frat boy, he was her pretty boy.

“M’jus kissin ma baby” He joked smiling up at her giddily, moving back up her body to nuzzle in between her breasts; it was normal for him to do this, instead of using pillows. “The only baby we’re havin’ anytime soon is the chinese takeout still sittin’ on the counter” She scoffed raking her nails through his brunette hair, kissing his head every so often, small moans leaving her as he tugged on her nipples playfully. Their sensual moment being interrupted by a certain rumbling noise.

“Come on wifey, let’s get somethin’ in that tummy of yours, other than my cum” He winked hooking his arm under her back and under her legs, carrying her in the direction of her kitchen, leaving their wet mess in the bed to be cleaned up later. “Can I have the caramel chicken-“

Y/n couldn’t even finish her sentence before Chris had stuffed his portion of the caramel chicken into her mouth, his eyes smiling as he watched her do her happy food wiggle beside him, her nude body tucked into his side affectionately. “Oh wait shit my present” Chris rushed out, mouth full of egg fried rice as he ran towards his book bag on the floor, pulling out a neatly wrapped purple box.

“I thought your cock was present enough baby” Y/n laughed taking the box as she climbed to straddle his lap, still nude, both of them ignoring the fact that he had indeed grown hard once again. “I swear if you bought me something expensive again i’m gonna be so mad, I told you I don’t like you wastin’ your money on me” Y/n scolded carefully pulling apart the bow, Chris’ hands massaging her hips, his eyes watching her with so much love.

“Uh first off, I’ll have you know it’s not ‘wasting my money’ and no I did not buy you something expensive” He argued back playfully, his Boston accent coming out more thickly, his eyes like a child’s as he watched her look at the wooden statue in her hands.

The dark wood was shaped like a carousel and had tiny horses on it, her name carved into the side of it delicately, two tiny wooden people seen to be riding a horse together, the guy kissing the girl. “Hold on, is this us riding a carousel baby” Y/n asked seeing the guy wearing a backwards cap,

“Hell yeah baby, ya know that woodwork class I was takin? I asked for a few extra classes n’ boom I made ya a music box, see that necklace in the box? It winds it up so only you can hear it” He rambled taking the music box into his hands, excitedly showing her his handy-work, taking the key shaped necklace and winding it back for her; handing it back when the recording started to place

Was that Chris’ voice singing a thousand years by Christina Perri? Yes, yes it was

“Oh my god baby, You’re so freakin’ adorable! You’re singing our song! On a fuckin’ music box! That you Made! For Me!” She shouted gleefully, holding up the music box proudly, watching excited as the carousel went around and around, Chris felt his heart hammer with pride, he spent months on this project.

They’d only been dating less than a year.

“Wait honey why are you cryin? Is my voice that bad?” He joked bringing a thumb up to wipe a stray tear from his girlfriend’s face, her lips pursed as she set the music box onto the kitchen table, wrapping her arms around his torso. “N-no one’s ever given me something so- so nice before, i’m so in love with you it’s scary Evans. You better not leave me” She rambled kissing his lips again softly, her wet eyes as wide as saucers while looking up at him.

“We’re in this for life baby, me n’ you together forever, if you’ll have me. Josh told me this theory where Humans were originally created with four arms, four legs. And a head with two faces; fearing their power. Zeus split them into two separate parts condemning them to spend their lives In search of their other halves. Their soulmate. Y/n L/n I don’t think I need to look any further, because you are my soulmate, you’re right here. I found you”

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bluemoon-fever · 2 years ago

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i just wanna see you shine | chris evans fic

pairing: choreographer!chris evans x black!ballerina!reader (all can read)

summary: your company's new choreographer puts you through extra lessons.

word count: 1.7k

warnings: MINORS DNI, sexual tension, light angst, workplace relations, smut, slight D/s dynamics, semi-public sex, bratty behavior, brat-taming, dirty talk, degradation kink, unprotected semi-rough p-in-v sex (wrap it before you tap it!), nipple play, spitting, pleasurable pain, edge play, after-care, pet name (dove), not beta'd (all mistakes are mine!)

notes: hello! this is my first writing in almost a year! i actually have a full fic series planned out with choreographer!chris. (this scene wouldn't happen exactly the way it does in that fic) let me know if you'd like to see this AU!

Extra lessons. That’s what you’ll need.

That’s what he had announced to the entire company, embarrassing-scratch that-humiliating you after another strenuous rehearsal. He thought it would do you good to do private one-on-one lessons with him. Despite the anger flaring up inside of you, you kept your composure, gave him a painted smile and agreed to it before he continued to subject you to another excruciating run of a complicated combination he came up with.

A month prior, your company announced they were putting on a product of Giselle. You were excited, eager to prove to the directors that you were Giselle. You had been a soloist for years, and you were anxious to rise to principal ballerina. You worked your hardest, stayed late practicing your technique and coming in early. Your dedication did not go unnoticed, and when you auditioned, you were chosen. It was the best news of your life. Performing as Giselle was your dream, and it would finally come through.

And then came Chris Evans. He was hired as your company’s new choreographer, a good friend of the director. He was attractive and everyone was swooning over him, yourself included. But you kept things professional… well at least you tried to.

The tension between you and him was undeniable. Every time he touched your body, a jolt of electricity went through your body and into his. When your partner wasn’t performing to his expectations, he performed the romantic pas de deux with you. He touched you like you were the most delicate flower. You craved to feel him close to you, even something as minor as lifting your chin up after you finished a routine.

But aside from the physical tension you felt with him, you also butted heads. You had exchanged a few sassy, passive-aggressive quips to one another. It was enough to make the room go silent. As much as he made you swoon, he could drive you absolutely crazy. As demanding as he was, you were just as stubborn.

You were sure you had pissed him off a couple of times. If he changed a minor step that you felt shouldn’t have been, you insisted on performing it. You had done it so many times you were surprised he didn’t explode on you. But after the last time of defying his wishes, he recommended extra lessons.

And that threw you over the edge.

You were surprised you kept your composure that well. You needed to let out your anger and frustration. You needed a physical release, and you needed that fast. Eventually, you did when you found yourself being split open by his cock in the studio later that night.

“You can be such a fucking brat,” he said as he seared into you. Your bodies were pushed up against the mirror, indenting the combined form of you into the mirror. Both of your clothes strewn across the studio floor seemed frenetic as if you were racing to see who could get the other naked quicker.

“But you love it. I can see it. You love being a brat, huh?” He gripped your chin as he pounded into you. Your eyes were rolling to the back of your head at the sensations you felt. His electric touch radiated through your body from the strong grip he had on your hips and chin and the feeling of fullness from him inside you. It was so good, so overwhelming, so, so…

“Look at you. Falling apart on my cock,” he growled into your ear. A small smile crept into your face as you saw your form. You were so fucked out. This man drove you absolutely wild, and you absolutely loved it, every single second of it.

His hands slowly and softly slipped down to caress your breasts. He ran his fingers over your nipples softly before pinching them. You moaned softly, leaning your head back against him as he continued to show attention to your breasts.

“Does that feel good, baby?” he said, switching his voice to a sweetness that made your knees weak.

“Uh huh,” you managed to squeak out, enjoying the pleasurable pain he was causing you at that moment. “Don’t stop, please.”

As you locked eyes with him, you saw a devious smile grow on his face. If he had the means, he would take you apart whenever he saw fit. As he had you, he felt like he found the piece of the puzzle that finally fit him. He believed it when he saw you, but this right now confirmed it.

He moved his hands down, slipping into your wet folds. Your moans grew louder as he found your clit and began giving it extra attention. Your legs began to shake, and your breaths grew more rugged. He was bringing you to the edge, and you were ready to dive over.

“Chris, please,” you moaned. “I’m so-so c-close.”

“You cum when I tell you to, brat,” he said, switching back to the stern persona he was moments prior. That same stern voice that led you into an argument over his treatment of you. The stern voice that called you out on your willful defiance. The same stern voice that said you were driving him crazy.

“You can be so fucking difficult!” he shouted. Your back was turned to him as you took a sip of your water. Going over this combination had made you sweat, but he was making you heated.

“And you can be so unreasonable!” you retorted, turning back to him. “You humiliated me in front of the entire company! Telling me in front of everyone that I need extra lessons. Do you know how that made me look? How that made me feel?”

“What is the big deal? You needed this lesson. Do you not want to look perfect?” he countered.

“You just don’t fucking get it,” you said as you began to grab your belongings. “I’ve worked my ass off to get here. You don’t know what they say about me, what they think of me.”

“Who cares what they think!” he shouted.

“I do! I fucking do! Because this has been my dream since I could remember and despite being so close to achieving it, I still don’t feel good enough because of them and now you. You don’t have to tell me, but I can feel it. I can feel what you think of me. You don’t think I’m good enough.”

“You don’t know what I think,” he said as he inched closer to you.

“Oh really? So what do you think of me? Enlighten me.”

“I think of you all the time. You drive me absolutely insane. I think of you when I wake up, when I go to bed, at all hours of the day.” Your breath hitched. “I think you are one of the most beautiful dancers I have ever seen and no one else in this building can hold a candle to you. I think you have so much potential, but you don’t see it in yourself.”

“Chris-”

“Be quiet and listen to me, for once. When I recommended these lessons, I did it because I wanted to perfect this piece with you. Or at least that is what I convinced myself. But really, I wanted to spend time with you. I wanted to be able to see you, without bounds, in your true form without judgment.”

You stood still, struggling to process what he was telling you.

“But you wanted to be a brat. And you know what I think? I think you love being a brat. I think you need it tamed out of you. And I think you piss me off to tempt me into fucking it out of you.”

Hearing him be so brash with you snapped you out of your daze. You knew his words were true, and your pussy was growing wet as he eyed you like a predator finally cornering his prey.

“Am I right?” he asked. You gave me a coy smile. In seconds, he was on you.

“Please, please let me cum,” you whined. Chris’ assault on your pussy and clit had sent you over the edge, but every time you got close, he pulled back.

“Not yet,” he said. Chris enjoyed seeing you so fucked out. Seeing you in your full naked form was his kryptonite. As much as you thought he had you under his spell, you held him under yours.

“Open your mouth.” You complied, leaning your head back and angling your open mouth for him. He spit down your throat before capturing your lips into his. Their softness was a drug to him.

The dam within you was beginning to break, and Chris could feel it. Your pussy was squeezing the life out of him, and tears were beginning to spill down your eyes. “You can come, dove. Come for me,” he commanded.

Your body felt like it was reborn over and over again. Your orgasm overwhelmed you. Chris held your body tightly as you shook and creamed over his length. After a few more pumps, he shot his load into you, jumping over the edge like you. Both of your orgasms felt like they lasted hours and when you both came down, he softly lifted you off the mirror and laid you on the cool floor. You whined at the contact, and the loss of his warmth.

Chris returned with a wet towel, cleaning you up, before handing you a water bottle. When you looked up, he was half-dressed. You stared at your reflection, your curls wildly springing out for the sleek bun you wore everyday. You thought you looked like a wild woman.

“You’re beautiful, dove. I hope you can see that,” he told you as he softly kissed your lips, the tip of your nose, and forehead. “I just wanna see you shine like the star you are on that stage. Because you are one. You are my star.”

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fatecantstopme · 2 years ago

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Fake It Til You Make It

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Summary: You’d just broken up with your boyfriend of 2 years after he cheated on you. Chris Evans, your best friend since childhood, suggests pretending to be your boyfriend to get back at your ex. You execute the plan flawlessly, but it has unintended consequences that threaten to change everything.

Warnings: RPF. Cursing. Fluff, angst, SMUT! Oral (F receiving), unprotected sex (P in V), dirty talk, over-stimulation.

"There is absolutely no way I'm going to this damn party."

"Aw, come on, (Y/N/N)," Chris chided. "It's Saturday night. What else are you gonna do?"

You sighed. "Sit in my pjs on the couch, watching a serial killer documentary, obviously."

Chris laughed and threw a dish towel at you. "As fantastic as that sounds, you're single now! You have to actually go outside and meet people."

You tossed the towel into the washer and grumbled, "What if I don't want to meet people?"

He rolled his eyes. "If you don't come, then I'll have no one to gossip with."

"As if I'm your only friend."

"You're my best friend, and as such, you have a very special role to fill. It's required."

You groaned, back leaning against the front of the washer. "Chris, I have nothing to wear." He was about to respond, but you continued. "Besides, he'll be there."

Chris's expression changed, anger darkening his features. "Who cares about him? He was never good enough for you anyway."

You crossed your arms over your chest. "You literally introduced us."

He threw up his hands. "Mistakes were made."

"I know it's been a couple months, but it's just...I don't know. I don't wanna see him. Especially if he's with one of the girls he cheated on me with."

"Even if he's there with an entire brothel, you can't let it bother you. You deserve so much more than that."

You sighed. "I know, I know. I just don't wanna go alone."

"You'll be with me!" he insisted.

You laughed. "Not exactly what I meant, Chris."

"Oh. So you'd rather go with some lesser man?" he teased.

"Oh stop," you said with a chuckle. "But seriously, he's gonna be there with a girl and I just don't wanna be the loser ex who shows up without a man on her arm."

"Since when do you care what other people think?"

"I don't...I just--" you sigh. "I wanna make him jealous."

Chris raised his eyebrows. "Well then...I have the perfect plan."

"Oh?"

"We go together."

"Yes, you already said that."

"No, you misunderstand," he said with a quick shake of his head. "You and I go together...make everyone believe we're dating. He'll be out of his mind with jealousy."

Normally you wouldn't have considered his suggestion...the deception just wasn't your style. But your ex had really fucked you over and you couldn't deny that getting back at him was very appealing. Especially using Chris...your ex always thought you and Chris were too close, that something was actually going on between the two of you.

"So we just pretend to be dating to piss him off?" you asked.

Chris nodded.

"Okay," you say. "Against my better judgment, I'm in."

He grinned ear to ear. "I'm brilliant, aren't I?"

You rolled your eyes. "Shut up and help me find something to wear."

He laughed and followed you to your bedroom closet. "There's gotta be something in here you can wear."

Your closet was packed with clothing, but you didn't really see anything that appealed to you. "Nothing looks good."

He rolled his eyes and grabbed a dress off the rack. "How 'bout this one?"

"Too trampy."

"This one?" he asked, pulling out a different dress.

"Too formal."

"Maybe this?"

"Doesn't fit right."

He groaned. "Then why do you have it?"

"Because it's cute and I'll get it altered at some point."

"Women are so weird," he grumbled as he dug through several more dresses before pulling out what he deemed to be the perfect one. "This has to be it."

You cocked your head to the side as you looked at the dress. It was cut just above the knee, jet black, form-fitting, and all around beautiful. Plus it did accentuate all of your assets. "Hmm. That might actually work," you said thoughtfully. "I'll throw it on, you go find shoes that'll go with it."

You walked back into your bedroom to change as Chris dug through your massive shoe collection in an attempt to find the perfect pair.

"Heels, right?" he called.

"Obviously," you yelled back.

"Black?"

"Just pick something sexy, Christopher! We're trying to make someone jealous here."

You heard him laugh and mumble something you couldn't quite make out. You shook your head as you started changing. Chris had been your best friend since you were little kids...you'd known each other so long neither of you actually remembered meeting. Even after he became a famous actor, who he was never changed. He never pulled away from you or made you feel inferior. He never stopped being the person you loved, your best friend in the world, your solid rock. You were more thankful for him than you would ever admit to his face...mostly because he would tease you relentlessly for it for the rest of your lives.

You'd managed to get the dress on, but you needed help with the zipper, so you called for Chris to come help you.

"Whatcha need?"

"Zip this for me?" you asked, turning your back to him.

He froze for a moment, but recovered quickly, thankful you hadn't seen his reaction. He quickly crossed the room and slowly zipped your dress up, trying very hard to not linger against your skin.

"Thanks," you said warmly, completely oblivious to the change in his demeanor. "Did you find a pair of shoes?"

The question brought him back to the present, eyes shifting back towards the closet. "I found two that could work."

You picked one of the pairs of shoes and finished getting ready. Chris needed to change his clothes before heading to the party, so he drove both of you back to his place so you could arrive together. He was quick to change into a laidback black suit with a white button up, top buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up. Even you had to admit he looked damn good.

"Ready, buttercup?" he asked teasingly.

"Oh god, please come up with a different pet name."

He slipped his arm through yours and dragged you towards the door. "How 'bout 'snookums'?"

The look on your face told him exactly what you thought about that particular name.

"Okay, okay. Maybe 'peach'?"

"I'm not a fruit, Christopher."

"Oh come on, that one's sweet!"

"Was that a pun?" you teased.

"Wait, I've got it. Sweets?"

You paused for a moment, mulling it over. "That one can stay."

"Brilliant. But fair warning, I'm totally gonna squeeze a "googely bear" in there at least once."

"Isn't that from Monster's Inc.?"

He grinned. "Yup and I have no shame, smoochie poo."

You groaned. "God, you're the worst."

He gave you the biggest shit-eating-grin you'd ever seen. "You love me and you know it."

You laughed. "Yeah, yeah."

Chris opened the car door for you and helped you into the vehicle. As he was walking around to the other side, you thought about what you were about to do. You knew this could end very badly in more ways than one, but for some reason, you were positive it was worth it.

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When you arrived at the party, people immediately took notice that the two of you arrived together. Most people made the obvious assumption: you were best friends and both single...so why not just go together?

But some people's gazes lingered longer, whispers passed amongst each other, the gossip mill already flowing.

"Damn they move quickly," you mumbled.

Chris chuckled. "Welcome to Hollywood."

You knew he wasn't wrong. While you weren't famous, you'd been dating a celebrity for the past two years. Plus, Chris was always dragging you to movie premieres and red carpet events, so people knew who you were by association. As such, you were no stranger to the rumors and the gossipmongers.

Chris spoke softly, leaning into you so only you could hear. "How far do you wanna take this?"

"What do you mean?" you whispered back.

"Do I make out with you in a corner or just hold your hand like high schoolers?"

You laughed lightly. "Let's just play it by ear, you weirdo."

He grinned. "So that's a yes to the make out?"

You smacked his arm affectionately.

"I think that's considered domestic abuse."

You were about to respond to his joke, but a deep voice from behind you sent a chill down your spine, silencing you instantly.

"(Y/N), Evans. Surprised to see you here."

You turned around slowly, Chris directly beside you. "Andrew," you said, trying desperately to sound normal.

"Why so surprised?" Chris asked in his best 'fuck off' voice.

"Well, (Y/N) hasn't exactly been a socialite in the last few months. I assumed she wouldn't want to show up to a party like this."

"I'm literally right here, Andrew," you said, annoyed.

"Yes, I see you, (Y/N)," he replied, turning his attention back to Chris. "How'd she coerce you into bringing her?"

Chris looked surprised, but his expression quickly changed to anger. "She's my best friend. She'd never have to coerce me." He turned to you with a smile. "Besides, we're together now, so you'll see us out together a lot more often."

You returned his smile and stood on your tip toes to place a soft kiss to his lips, which he returned in kind.

You could feel the annoyance and anger rolling off your ex in thick waves. "You were fucking him behind my back weren't you? I fucking knew it, you slut," he hissed.

You felt Chris's body tense and knew he was about to take a swing, so you grabbed his arm and did your best to cut the fight off before it started. "No, Andrew. Unlike you, I know how to keep it in my pants."

A couple people had gathered close to the three of you to eavesdrop on your conversation. Several "Ooo"s and an "oh damn" came from the group.

Andrew's jaw tightened and he clearly wanted to say more, but thought better of it when he noticed the group of onlookers quickly enlarging.

Chris, however, wasn't quite finished with the conversation. He leaned forward, face a mask of unreadable emotion, and said firmly, "If you ever call my girl a slut again, I promise you'll regret it."

Even if you hadn't known the man your entire life, you would have known he was deadly serious. Every single one of his words dripped with animosity and his eyes burned with an intensity you had rarely seen. To your surprise, the way he called you his girl had your body reacting in a way you didn't expect.

You gently pulled on Chris's arm, dragging him with you and away from the conversation, no longer wanting to talk to the man you used to love. "Let it go, Chris," you said softly. "He's not worth it."

"You're right," he murmured, eyes still burning like the sun.

You managed to get him to follow you into another room before turning to him to inspect his expression. He was fiercely protective by nature, but you didn't want him to feel like he needed to protect you. You could still feel the remnants of his temper festering beneath his skin, so you gently pressed your hand to his chest, bringing his attention back to you.

"As much as I appreciate you defending my honor, you don't have to," you said gently.

"Of course I do."

You smiled softly. "You and I both know that's not true, but I appreciate it nonetheless. There's no need to hold onto your anger, though."

He realized you were right, your hand pressed firmly against his chest somehow grounding him. He took a deep breath and placed his hand on top of yours, giving it a little squeeze. "You're right," he admitted. "Thanks for keeping me from punching him right in his smug face."

You chuckled. "As much as I would have loved to see that, I figured it wouldn't be good with so many witnesses."

"Smart," he said with a wink. "Now that we've made it clear we're together, I think we'll need to up our acting a bit...ensure he knows how badly he fucked up by losing you."

"And how exactly do you propose we do that?"

He grinned. "I've got some ideas." He grabbed your hand and started to pull you towards the main room of the party. "Step one, we dance."

You groaned as he dragged you onto the dance floor. "You know I can't dance."

"That's not true. You have excellent rhythm. You just need to get out of your head for a second and let the music guide you."

You stared at him in silence, but finally succumbed to his silent pleas. "Fine. You can put the puppy dog eyes away now," you teased.

He shot you another wink. "Works every time."

"I hate you," you grumbled as you allowed him to pull you closer.

"No you don't." He started to move to the music, hands traveling down to sit on your hips.

Your cheeks burned and your body reacted to his touch in a way it hadn't in a long time. You'd thought those feelings were long-since buried, but the way he was looking at you brought everything you'd ever felt for him back with a vengeance.

"You're right, I don't," you whispered.

"I know, baby girl," he said softly. "Now, dance with me."

You tried to ignore the feeling in your stomach when he called you 'baby girl', choosing instead to focus on the beat of the music. Your hips started to move, his hands helping to guide you in time with his own movements.

"See? I told you you could dance."

The song ended and switched to something a lot more sensual and your body immediately froze. "Not to this I can't," you insisted.

Chris laughed and quickly spun you around before pulling you against his chest. "I'll teach you," he murmured against the skin of your shoulder.

You didn't know if it was the song, his voice, or the way his arms wrapped around you, but your body responded to him instantly. Your breath caught in your chest and wetness pooled between your thighs as Chris moved behind you in a shockingly sexual manner. Your normally stiff body loosened up in his grasp, moving to the rhythm he set.

"Perfect," he whispered breathily.

You moved with him, body acting of its own accord. You looked up, gaze landing on Andrew, who stood fuming on the other side of the room.

Chris seemed to notice him at the same time. "You see how angry he is, sweets?" he said softly.

"Mhmm," you hummed.

"Keep staring directly at him, okay? Keep your eyes on him as you move."

You did as he said, eyes never leaving your ex's, even as Chris's hands began to wander, moving around your body in the way only a lover's would. His lips placed soft kisses to your shoulder, neck, and ear, hot breath leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake.

You couldn't help the reaction you had to his touch, it was as if your body was no longer your own. It was obvious to anyone who bothered to pay attention that you were aroused, and Andrew was definitely paying attention. You could see his anger from across the room, but more importantly, you could see jealousy in his eyes.

You'd gotten what you wanted. You'd made him jealous. For some reason, however, you couldn't find it in yourself to care. The plan had succeeded, but it had also had unintended consequences. You didn't give a shit about Andrew...all you wanted was Chris.

The only problem was, Chris was an actor. Every single tiny thing he was doing was an act designed specifically to elicit a reaction from Andrew. He didn't want you, he never had. You'd always known that, so you had always been careful to hide your feelings from him, pushing them down so deep inside of you that you'd almost forgotten they'd existed...almost.

With that painful realization, your brain overpowered your body, allowing you to pull away from Chris. You turned to him without making eye contact and mumbled a quick excuse about having to use the restroom before bolting from the dance floor.

Chris was very surprised by your sudden escape and he quickly chased after you, calling your name.

You found the nearest bathroom and rushed into it, slamming the door behind you with force. Your preoccupied mind neglected to remind you to lock the damn door, so Chris came barging through moments later. His brain, on the other hand, appeared to be functioning just fine as he locked the door behind him.

"Why'd you run off?" he asked gently.

You shook your head, eyes looking anywhere but at him. The bathroom was small...there was nowhere to go, no escape. You were trapped in this tiny room with the man you'd loved your entire life and you suddenly felt like you couldn't breathe. The walls began to move in, within moments they would crush you to death and this pain would be over.

In the same way you knew Chris like the back of your hand, he knew you, so he could see the distress you were in. He grabbed your hand and squeezed it tightly, a reminder that he was there. "(Y/N), you need to breathe."

This wasn't the first panic attack he'd witnessed you have, but it had been several years since you'd had one this bad. "(Y/N/N), breathe for me. Come on," he said again, voice gentle but firm. "In, 2, 3, 4. Out, 2, 3, 4."

He continued breathing and counting as you began to breathe with him, heart rate slowly coming back down, body relaxing, his warm hands grounding you to him.

"That's it. Good." He took another deep breath. "I've got you, (Y/N/N). You're okay."

You took a shaky breath and closed your eyes, the panic subsiding. "I'm sorry," you whispered.

"Hey," he said softly, reaching up to tuck a hair behind your ear. "You don't have to apologize. I just wanna know what caused it."

You didn't want to tell him the truth, so you said the first lie you could think of, "Andrew."

He looked taken aback, almost hurt, by your statement. "Andrew?"

You realized that may have been a big mistake, but it was too late now. "Yeah, I just--it's hard to see him."

Chris looked crestfallen. "You still love him, don't you." It was a statement, not a question.

In truth, you didn't love him. Perhaps you never really had, but that didn't matter now. What mattered is whether or not you were going to choose to break your own heart. "Chris, I--"

"Never mind," he said, cutting you off. "I don't wanna know." He spun around and unlocked the door, storming out before you could say another word.

"Chris, wait," you called as you chased after him.

He moved through the crowd quickly, cutting through the throngs of people like he was parting the red sea. He moved so fast that you actually stopped and took off your heels so you could run to catch up with him.

He made it outside before you finally caught up. "Chris, wait! Please!"

He stopped and turned towards you. You caught a glimpse of a mixture of anger and pain etched onto his face for just a split second before an emotionless mask slid into place, his acting instincts taking over. "What, (Y/N)?"

The coldness in his voice stopped you in your tracks. It was almost enough to make you stay silent, maybe even walk away, but you'd made a decision in that bathroom and you'd be damned if you backed out now. "You didn't let me finish."

"Finish?"

"Answering your question."

He couldn't help the look of intrigue that crossed his face even if he'd wanted to. "Go on, then."

"When we were in high school, I--I made a decision--a choice--to protect myself."

"How is this an answer to my question?"

"Would you just shut up and listen to me?" you snapped.

Surprise lit up his handsome face, along with the ghost of a smirk. He always loved it when you stood up for yourself, even if it was against him. "Okay, I'll be quiet."

"Thank you," you exhaled slowly. "I wanted to protect myself from pain, or heartache, or whatever you wanna call it. I pushed every emotion, every feeling, so deep down inside of me that, for a time, I forgot they were there. It was safer that way. I could go on pretending, and we could go on being best friends. It was worth the pain."

You could see the confusion on his face, and realized you needed to be more straightforward. Before you could, he interjected again. "I don't understand. What were you pretending?"

You closed your eyes for a moment, picturing the girl you were at 16 when you realized you were in love with your best friend. You knew it had been the right choice for you at the time, but it hadn't been easy. You opened your eyes again, gaze falling on that same man, now all grown up. You couldn't help the tears that welled in your eyes nor the ache that blossomed in your chest, the years of bottling up your emotions finally taking its toll.

"I pretended I didn't love you, and I've been pretending ever since."

Whatever he thought you were going to say, it sure as hell wasn't that. His jaw went slack and his eyes widened, body completely frozen in place. He recovered quickly, but the shock of your words was still evident on his face. "You--you love me?"

You nodded. "Since I was old enough to understand the concept."

He ran his hand through his hair. "Why the hell didn't you tell me?"

You were surprised by the annoyance in his voice. "Well, I--I umm...I didn't want to lose you."

He looked exasperated. "(Y/N), you're telling me we could have been together for years, but you didn't want to tell me how you felt because you thought I would leave you?"

You were stunned silent, so he kept going.

"I've had to watch you date so many men that weren't good enough for you--for years--because I thought you didn't feel the way I do. You never once let on that you wanted more--not once."

"So..." you began, trying to find the right words. "Are you saying that you love me too?"

Chris seemed to realize what he'd essentially just admitted, and immediately calmed down, eyes softening significantly. "Yeah, sweets. I've loved you my entire life."

For a moment, the world stood still. The two of you stood there in silence, staring at each other, the shock of your admissions still sinking in.

Then, just as quickly, you both came alive, bodies coming together, lips colliding in a passionate, searing kiss that would live on in your memories forever.

When you separated, breathless, your brain finally caught up with what was happening. You held onto his neck, almost afraid to let go.

As if he sensed what you were thinking, he pulled you even closer. "I'm not going anywhere, baby."

You looked up at him, eyes swimming with emotion that matched his own. "Will you take me home?"

"That depends...whose home are we going to?"

"We?" you asked in a teasing tone. "Isn't that a little presumptuous of you?"

"We just admitted we've been in love with each other since we were kids. I'm pretty sure that means we have a solid 15 years of missed sex to make up for."

You laughed lightly. "As crass as that was, I actually agree with you." You pulled him down for another kiss. "Your place is nicer than mine."

He grinned. "You've got it sweets."

He practically dragged you back to his car, body in overdrive, the need for you so overwhelming he could barely think. Your own desire was so intense you were quite certain you were going to die if he didn't touch you immediately.

Your friendship had always been an open one...which meant both of you had shared your fantasies (most of them, anyway), as well as your sexual escapades. You both knew what the other person liked...so you were both confident the sex you were about to have was going to be mind-blowing...and boy, were you right.

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"Chris!" you gasped loudly.

The man in question simply moaned in response, not moving from his position between your thighs, tongue and fingers assaulting your pussy in the most pleasurable way possible.

Your fingers dug into his thick locks, tugging slightly as the pleasure continued to build within you. You weren't surprised by his skill, but you were surprised at how he played your body like an instrument he'd been playing all his life. Every touch, every movement, every sound, sent waves of passionate fire flying through your veins.

When you came for the second time, you tugged at his hair with more force, body squirming from sensitivity. "Too much," you whispered.

Chris finally relented, lifting his head up to look at you, grin etched on his handsome face. His beard was coated with your slick and he licked his lips with a moan. "Sorry, baby. You just taste so damn good."

You laughed lightly, breathing still heavy from the intensity of your orgasms. "If you're a good boy, I'll let you taste me again later," you teased.

Chris laughed and crawled up your body, pressing his lips to yours in an adoring kiss. Whether he intended to or not, as he leaned forward his cock pressed against the entrance to your core, eliciting a gasp from each of you.

"Fuck," Chris groaned. "Baby, I don't think I can wait much longer."

You reached up and pushed his hair back, the tousled locks having fallen onto his forehead. "Who said anything about waiting?"

His lips fell against your neck as he started to push into you. You gasped at the feeling, his large cock already stretching you more than you'd ever been stretched. Your nails dug into his shoulders and he groaned against your skin.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I know it hurts."

"It's fine," you murmured. "Please don't stop."

He raised his head to look into your eyes, worried that you didn't mean it. When he saw no reservations and nothing but lust, he continued to press into you, moving a little more quickly this time.

Once he was fully seated within you, he gave you a moment to acclimate to his size. You swore you could feel him everywhere, every part of your body was completely filled with him. The sensation quickly turned to a burning need and you begged him to fuck you.

"Anything for you, baby girl," he murmured as he began to move.

If his neighbors hadn't already been awoken by the sounds of your moans, they would be now. You'd never felt so good in your life, the way his body meshed with yours was as if they'd been created for this specific purpose.

"That's it, baby. Let me hear those pretty moans."

"Chris--it--it feels so good," you moaned loudly.

He moaned as your pussy clenched around him. "Fuck, sweets. This sweet little pussy was made for me. So tight and warm."

He leaned back, tilting your hips up to give himself a better angle. He began hitting your g-spot with each thrust, and you cried out in pleasure, fingers digging into his biceps. "Chris!"

He placed his hand on your lower belly and pressed gently. "You feel that baby? You feel how deep inside you I am?"

You whimpered in response, voice reduced to nothing but sounds.

"Aww, is my sweet girl too cock drunk to talk?" He began circling your clit with his thumb as he taunted you. "Pretty little thing turned dumb by a big cock."

"Please," you begged, not sure what you were begging for exactly.

Chris smiled, movements never faltering. "Yeah baby? What you begging for?"

You didn't respond--couldn't--whimpering moans and heavy pants all you could manage.

"I know what you need, sweets," he whispered, thumb speeding up against your clit, keeping time with the rhythm of his hips. "You need to come, don't you?"

You nodded vigorously and you dug your nails more deeply into his biceps.

He groaned at the sensation, his own orgasm mere moments away. "Then come for me, pretty girl. Soak my cock."

As if all your body was waiting for was his command, you came with a cry of his name. Your hips jerked up, body spasming beneath him as he helped you ride out your high.

Your pussy was pulsating, clenching and releasing his cock rapidly, quickly pulling him towards the edge. "Fuck, baby, I'm close," he gasped.

He was thrusting more quickly now, chasing his high. He wanted to fill you up, needed it more than he'd ever needed anything.

You knew him better than you knew yourself, so you knew exactly what he needed to get him over the edge. "Chris," you murmured. "I need you to fill me up." You clenched your pussy as tightly as you could to punctuate your words.

Chris came with a shout, hips jerking wildly as he spilled inside of you. "(Y/N)," he gasped, hips faltering, and slowly coming to a stop as he pulled out of you, collapsing beside you with a groan.

"Holy shit," he whispered.

You laughed loudly. "My thoughts exactly."

He grinned. "I always could read your mind."

You turned your head to look at him, taking in his love drunk appearance. Somehow, he was even sexier like this, completely fucked out and satiated. You could have stared at him for hours.

"You're staring. It's kinda creepy," he teased.

You laughed. "Oh shut up. It's not my fault you're so pretty."

He groaned. "Did you just call me pretty?"

"I did and I will not take it back."

He rolled on top of you, covering your body with his. "You better take it back," he warned.

"Or what?" you challenged.

He didn't say a word, choosing instead to kiss your neck, mouth sucking and biting at your most sensitive spot. He knew exactly what it would do to you and he wasn't disappointed.

"Chris," you whispered.

He grinned against your skin, ignoring your warning tone. "Are you gonna take it back?"

"Nope."

He moved with the speed and agility of a panther, settling between your legs before you could even register what was happening. His lips were mere inches from your core, his hot breath making your body shiver.

"What are you doing?"

"Giving you one last chance to take it back."

"And if I don't?"

He grinned like a Cheshire cat. "If you don't, then I'll make you come until you cry. The choice is yours."

Your eyes widened in surprise, and maybe a little bit of desire. You weighed your options, but you were too damn stubborn to take it back. "Try me," you challenged again.

"Oh, baby...you're gonna regret that."

He dove into your pussy with the hunger of a wild animal, completely unleashed, unable to stop himself from enjoying your delicious taste. He didn't stop until he saw tears sliding down your pretty face, and even then, he made you give him one more orgasm.

Once he was done with your 'punishment', he carried you to the shower where he gently washed you before taking you back to his bed and laying you down beneath the covers.

He crawled in beside you and pulled you close, lips pressing soft kisses to any skin he could see.

"Thanks for tonight," you said softly.

"For what?"

"Ya know...for everything."

He understood what you were trying to say, a small smile playing on his lips. "I love you, (Y/N)," he whispered.

Those four words said so much more than just 'I love you'. There were promises, hopes, and dreams all wrapped up in a beautiful bow. There were years of things left unsaid, feelings and emotions hidden beneath the surface. And of course, there was the true meaning of the word 'love', a word neither of you had really understood before this moment.

"I love you too, Chris," you whispered back, your own words laced with the promise of tomorrow and forever.

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World's Greatest Dad

PAIRING | Husband!Dad!Chris Evans x Wife!Mom!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.1K

SUMMARY | With Chris being away for filming during long periods, parenting can be complicated by yourself. Luckily, your daily FaceTime calls help you through it all, though it is always most exciting when he finally comes home. This time, you and your twins have prepared a little package to welcome him home after another three months of being away from home, and Chris couldn't have wished for a better welcome home.

RATING | General (G)

WARNINGS/TAGS | RPF, established relationship

A/N | I want to thank @cevansbaby-dove for inspiring this absolute fluff bomb of a fic, as it was a very cute one to write! 🥰 It's been a while since I have written anything for this adorable goofball, and I can't wait to get back into the groove of writing more for him again! This is proofread by @ccbsrmsf1, for which I'm very grateful 💜

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''We miss you, Daddy!" your twins River and Sage say in unison to your laptop screen while talking to Chris as you do the dishes after dinner. He's away to film Avengers: Endgame, and you can't help but outright stare at your husband occasionally. His longer, blonde hair and thick beard suit him, and you can't wait to run your fingers through them.

"I miss you too, Bubba's, but Daddy will be home tomorrow," he tells your daughters, and they let out an excited shriek, not wanting to wait any longer to see him again. And you wouldn't mind being able to cuddle up with your husband, either. After a few more minutes of the three of them catching up, you hear Chris asking for you, and the girls are on their way to their room to play.

"How's my favorite girl doing?" his head leaning on his hand as he looks at you with pure love and adoration, a small smile tugging on the corners of his lips as he listens to what you say. You're lucky to have Chris as your husband and will thank your lucky stars daily.

"I'm doing good; the girls behave like little angels now that you're away. They're very responsible, and they help well around the house," you tell him as you listen to them playing their game in their room. They're now ten years old and growing up way too fast for your liking, but you also wouldn't miss it for the world.

"How excited are they that I'm coming home tomorrow?" Chris asks, and you tell him all about most of the plans you have made with them. The two of them can sleep in your bed tonight, and tomorrow, they'll help prepare dinner as a welcome home gesture. However, you did not tell him you've been busy building a care package for him.

"I miss you, but I'm happy to have my Hubby home again tomorrow; it's getting lonely without you at night. And there's only so much cuddles I can have with Dodger before I miss his Daddy." He lifts his head at the mention of his name, making you giggle.

"I miss you too, Babygirl, but it'll be worth it. After this, I'll be home for a few months," he tells you, and you're already looking forward to it. After another 15 minutes of calling, it's time to go and finish your little care package before taking your daughters and Dodger for a walk and winding down for the night.

You're up bright and early the following day, preparing breakfast for your girls, yourself, and Dodger. This afternoon is when Chris will finally return home after three long months, and you have rarely been this excited to welcome him home.

Seeing that it's a beautiful day outside, you decided to wear a bright pink sundress after laying out matching ones for your daughters. Chris has told you countless times how much he adores it when all his beautiful girls match, and you're looking forward to his reaction. Soon, the girls will be dressed and ready for breakfast, too, and now, all you three can do is wait.

When Chris is only five minutes away, he texts you so that you can expect him at any moment now. Over the years, you have made the tradition with your twins and Dodger to wait on the porch swing to welcome him home, and that's precisely what you do. River is on your left, Sage is on your right, and Dodger is lying patiently by your feet.

Luckily for you, there's no need to wait long because the car that drove Chris home turns the corner in less than a few minutes, and your twins jump from the porch swing while waving and jumping up and down.

"Daddy's home, Mommy! Daddy's home!" they say in unison, and as soon as Chris gets out of the car, he runs towards all of you while kneeling to capture his little girls in the biggest hug they have ever had.

"I'm so happy to be home again with my favorite girls! I missed you so much," he tells them as he gives both of them a big kiss before giving some love to Dodger, all while the driver patiently takes Chris' luggage out of the car's trunk. Dodger wags his tail happily as he accepts all the love from Chris, and then it's finally your turn.

"C'mere Gorgeous," your husband tells you as you wrap your arms around one another, pulling the other person as close as possible. You take your time inhaling his signature scent and let the happiness take over, peppering his face in kisses and saying countless 'I love you's.

After one last big kiss on his lips, it's time to go inside, and that's when Chris notices all three of you are matching today. You have gone all out for him, from the dress and shoes to the hair, and he can't get enough of it. He doesn't get too much time to think about that, though, because as soon as he's inside, he's greeted by the large care package you have made with the twins.

"Welcome home!" River and Sage say in unison as Chris walks into your house, the sunlight brightening the room beautifully.

"Thank you so much, my little monkeys; I'm so happy to be home for the next few months," he tells them as he walks over to what's on the kitchen table.

On the table is a large basket with some of his favorite as well as new books, some items to use in the bathroom like bath bombs and scented shower gels, some items for you and Chris to use in the bedroom such as a new massage oil, and something hidden in a sleek black box, and lastly, a big mug with the text ''World's Greatest Dad" made and decorated by both girls and it's filled with some of his favorite snacks too.

Before he thanks you, he first turns his attention to the girls.

"I may be the world's greatest dad, but I want you two to know you are the world's greatest princesses. Daddy's very lucky to have you two as his beautiful daughters," he says before hugging and kissing them again and sending them off to their room to play.

"Now, I believe it's time to say thank you to my beautiful wife," he says in a deep voice, and you can already feel the goosebumps forming on your neck. You pull him in for a kiss, which he happily reciprocates, pouring into it all the love that you two had to miss out on in the last few months.

"I love you, Babygirl, and thank you for being the best woman and most amazing wife I could ever wish for." With those words, it's time to officially unwrap his care package and settle for the next few months.

Surely, it may suck when he's gone, but the reunion when he's back is always more than worth it. Every. Single. Time.

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ramp-it-up · 2 years ago

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I Still Have You

Paring: Chris Evans x Reader

Word count: 1.5 K

Summary: It’s a very pregnant Christmas for the Evanses.

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI. RPF, SMUT. Not Beta’d. Flashbacks, discussion of miscarriages, grief, angst, beach vacay, piggy back ride, Kit cooking, family dynamics. Graphic depiction of pregnancy sex. Dunkin’. But mostly fluffy fluff.

A/N: This is for #DJ’sAllIWant4KChristmas and based on this ask. Also listen. Look me in my eyes. This was not easy for me to write and I don’t want to see any dumb comments about miscarriages. Heed the warnings. This is a part of the How I Met Your Father AU.

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Chris’s hand snaked around your baby bump and pulled you flush against his chest. You snuggled back against him and his hard body.

“Hmmmmm…G’morning.”

Chris buried his nose in your fragrant curls, your bonnet having come off in your sleep. You were less able to be comfortable as your pregnancy progressed, but luckily this pregnancy was healthy, despite the worry of the first few weeks.

You’d lost two pregnancies since you had the twins 12 years ago. You and Chris had been heartbroken, but decided not to try again and that your family was complete. You loved and lived life to the fullest.

However, when the twins were 12 years old, you discovered through a home pregnancy test that you were expecting again. It was right before your family trip last summer, and you were on edge for the first few days of the vacation.

You decided to tell Chris as you walked on the beach on the second evening.

“I have a secret to tell you, Chris.”

“What is it, Angel?”

Chris was a little concerned, you’d been jittery and moody. He stopped and looked at you in the light of the golden hour. You were so beautiful.

“Is everything okay?”

He reached for you and pulled you into his embrace. You relaxed into his strength, his warmth, and his smell. And you started crying.

“Chris. I…I’m… I’m”

“Shhhh. It’s okay. I know you’ve been stressed. What with the new position, the twins going to junior high and your cousin’s graduation and this trip.”

He kissed the top of your head.

“I see how exhausted you’ve been, falling asleep on the couch every night. That’s why I had hoped that you would take this opportunity to relax…”

“Chris. I’m pregnant.”

Chris didn’t believe he’d heard you. Your last pregnancy was over five years ago. He’d gone ten toes down for his perfect little family. And he didn’t know if he could go through that loss again. He knew you couldn’t.

Chris drew back to look you in the eye.

“What did you say?”

You looked into the deep blue pools of his eyes and took a deep breath.

“I’m pregnant.”

“But… how?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at him. He joined you.

“I mean…”

He grinned at you, your laughter making him stronger.

“Well, you’ve always had that super soldier sperm. And it’s rare, but vasectomies can fail…”

Chris just blinked at you.

“Oh my god. We’re gonna have another baby. When?”

Chris was absolutely giddy.

“I haven’t been to the doctor, but maybe in about eight months? January?”

Chris was still in shock.

“Boy or girl? Twins or just one?”

“Yep!”

You both broke down in laughter. You were beginning to think you could do this.

A jolt of joy suddenly struck Chris. He couldn’t wallow in grief; this was another chance.

He picked you up and twirled you around.

“CHRIS! CHRIS! I’m gonna throw up!”

You were laughing, but also about to hurl.

“Oh shit. I’m sorry. I just. I love you so much. And I love us. And the twins. And this bundle of joy in here.”

Chris’s warm palm covered your belly, and you reached up to kiss him, for a moment, all fear of loss gone.

He beamed down at you and you up at him.

“I love you too, Chris.”

You smiled at him again, and then hugged him.

“How are you? Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine!”

Chris looked back down the beach.

“It’s too far for you to walk back.”

“No, I’m…”

He turned around and bent down. He looked back at you over his shoulder.

“Get on.”

“Chris, you’re being…”

“Get on, Y/N.”

You sighed and climbed on his back. Chris easily stood up and set off toward the beach house. You put your chin in his shoulder and started to think as he effortlessly carried you back.

“Chris…”

“I know. We’ll wait until we go to the doctor to tell anyone.”

You nodded, grateful for the connection between you and your husband. After you told Chris, you were able to relax and enjoy the rest of the trip.

Telling the twins after you were past the 12 week mark was an experience.

“You two are disgusting.”

“Wynn Angel Evans! You need to watch your tone.”

“I’m sorry. But aren’t you both a little old for this?

Chris wasn’t having it.

“Do you want to go to your room until you’re as old as we are?”

Wynn got quiet, not used to harsh words from her dad. CJ was just silent. You sensed some warring emotions in him. You two had always been close. He looked at you with those eyes just like his dad’s and you knew. You cocked your head and CJ came to give you a hug. You held your arm out for Wynn, who sat on the other side of you, between you and Chris.

“Listen. I know this is a lot. And you’re right, I am older, but I’m not that old. But dad is.”

You nudged Wynn and laughed as Chris protested.

“Hey!”

Now there was laughter in the room.

“And neither of you have to worry that you will be replaced. We will love you forever. Our hearts will just get bigger.”

You looked from twin to twin.

“Yours will, too.”

Everyone calmed down a bit after that, catching the joy of a new life in the house. You took a sabbatical from work in order to take care of yourself.

That was over six months ago. You’d had a healthy pregnancy and were excited to meet the new member of the Evans family. At Christmas you were 37 weeks. So close.

You snuggled back onto Chris’s erection as he gently felt up your sensitive breasts. Your nipples pebbled as he pressed his lips to the side of your neck.

“What are you up to, Daddy?”

You felt Chris’s dick jump against your backside.

“I’m trying to make you feel good. Give you an extra present after yesterday’s festivities.”

Chris’s hand moved down your side and slid under your belly to slip his thick fingers into your panties.

You moaned as he found you wet and wanton, moving against his hand for more friction.

Chris gently but down on your pulse point, causing you to keen.

“Chris…”

“What do you want, Angel? What do you need?”

Chris was grinding against your panties, the wet tip of his cock promising something that he had yet to give you.

“You, Chris, Please…”

“Oh My beautiful girl, you don’t need to beg. This is always for you.”

As he whispered praises in your ear, Chris was lifting your thigh, pulling your panties to the side, and slowly entering you while laying down

“Oooohhhh….”

You arched and threw your head back onto Chris’s chest. The shudder as he entered you was inescapable.

“Dammmmmnnnnn, Angel. So so tight.”

Chris was fully seated inside of you and gripping your hip to keep control.

Lovemaking wasn’t vigorous anymore, but it was needed. And you knew that It would be a while after the baby came. You wanted to savor this connection.

“Ohhhh. Chrissy. Please. Give it to me…”

“Nnnnnnnghhhh!”

Chris moaned.

“You always have me wanting to lose control. Lose myself in you… My favorite thing.”

“Hmmmmm.”

You licked your lips as Chris started moving, him looking down over your shoulder as he watched you cream on his dick in the early morning light.

“Even after all these years?”

The kiss he gave you on your cheek would have been chaste, except that his huge cock was invading your fat, swollen, sensitive cunt.

“For many more to come, god willing.”

Chris started pumping a little harder now.

“Please, I want to die like this..”

Chris kissed the side of your neck as he rocked his cock deep inside you and his words made your heart swell and beat in time with his, and you started to climax.

“Ohhhh…ohhhhhhh, ohhhhh! Chris!”

“God you’re squeezing me… I can’t. I can’t hold it damn you make me…”

Chris thrusted for dear life as he emptied his seed into you. He lazily thrummed your clit, causing you to shudder as you came down.

A few minutes later, Chris carefully slipped out of you and led you to the shower, where he lovingly washed you both up. Your eyelids were drooping.

“Get some rest, mama. I’ll get you some food.”

One hour later, your growling stomach and kicking kid propelled you out of bed to the kitchen, where you caught the tail end of an argument between Chris and Kit who had come to Massachusetts with your family for Christmas. Wynn and CJ were watching, enthralled.

Someone (you guessed Kit) had tried to make pancakes in the microwave. What resulted was a rubbery mess.

“You really can’t cook, can you?”

Chris was grumbling as he cleaned up the mess.

“No shit, Sherlock. When in the 13 years that you’ve known me, have you known me to cook?”

Chris scowled.

“Then why did you say yes when I asked you to make breakfast for your best friend?”

“Because I will do anything for her. And don’t you forget it, Dude Bro.”

Kit was threatening Chris with a rubber pancake.

“How ‘bout we go to Dunkin’?”

You chuckled as you rescued your husband from certain doom.

Less than 24 hours later, Jack Arthur Evans was born, healthy at 7 lbs 8 oz two days after Christmas.

The moment everyone met him, no one could imagine the world without him.

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goldensunflowe-r · 2 years ago

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Chris Evans Age Gap

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lokiandbuckysdoll · 2 years ago

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The Dress

Requested By @sarahrogersevans “ I had a smut request with the reader being with both Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan and also fluffing too afterwards with after care 😊xx if that’s an ok one???”

Paring: Stucky x Reader

Word Count: 1K+

Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Warings: SMUT!, Safe Word used!, Aftercare, Fluff! ( i think that's all but let me know if i missed something)

A/n: I do not write RPF! So I made it stucky. i hope you like it.

The moment you had left the tower for a girls night out with Nat and Wanda, you knew when you got back you'd be in trouble by your two men. When you were trying to figure out what to wear for the night, a certain dress in your wardrobe caught your eye.

You’d only ever worn this dress for special occasions, it was one of your favorites that Bucky and Steve had gifted you. You loved the silk satin material and the way it fit your figure perfectly while giving a small highlight to your chest area.

It also highlighted another asset to your body that Steve and Bucky loved, that's why they bought it for you in the first place.

Whenever you did get to wear this dress it riled them up, you knew that the second you decided to wear it out tonight. You liked to tease them and get them worked up knowing the consequences that would follow.

So girls night came and went on, you laughed, had a few drinks and danced. Nat even flirted a little with the bartender to get some free drinks. Overall it was a good girls night out just having fun and catching up with Nat and Wanda.

As soon as your fun night ended with the girls and you were back at the tower, that was when the real fun could begin. The elevator in the tower took you directly to your shared apartment floor.

Right as the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened, Bukcy was quick to pull you out and corner you in the hallway that led to the bedroom.

“ You're in trouble bunny” Bucky's voice whispers into your ear sending a chill down your spine, he pressed himself up against your backside making your front collide with Steve's broad chest.

“Wearing this dress knowing what it does to us” his voice had a tone of authority as he lifted one of the dress straps to snap it against your skin. The action immediately making you wet.

“ Aww stevie look, she's already getting wet and the fun hasn’t even begun” Bucky then began to kiss down your neck, his hands slowly moving to untie the back part of the dress.

The action alone pulled a small moan from between your slightly parted lips, causing Steve to simply smile. His right hand moved to tilt your chin upward “ You are in for a long night” he whispered as he inched closer to your face, admiring the look on it before placing a kiss to your lips.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, one moment you were caught up in a heated kiss with Steve. That you didn't even register that Bucky had successfully removed your dress. It wasn't until Steve pulled away from the kiss and asked if you were cold he could see your nipples hardened through your bra.

Next thing you knew you were being carried away to the bedroom. Steve laid you down on the bed and Bucky was all to be quick to help you remove your bra and panites. Just like that the fun began.

Steve and Bucky were both giving you punishment and pleasure at the same time. Together they over drove your body into a blissful haze. Pulling you closer and closer to your climax, then quickly stopping their actions on you and leaving you there as they pleasure each other.

They were very attentive and soon gave you the release you needed and wanted after having you beg for it of course. They didn’t stop there though you were about to have your Third climax of the night when the pleasure became all too much for you.

You were currently on top of Bucky as he was thrusting in and out of you at a steady yet fast pace, Steve was behind you doing the same. One pulled out as the other thrusted in creating a rhyme. You were close but you couldn’t take it anymore because your body was getting tired.

“ I- Stevie, jamie i- I can’t” you moaned breathlessly. Bucky unhooked his hand that was holding yours to examine your face. You locked eyes with him and said the word you thought you never would say. You said your safe word. Steve and Bucky stop their actions immediately.

After saying it your orgasm hit you and shocked your whole body. You fell forward shaking in Bucky's arms, not noticing how Steve had already slowly pulled out of you to lay next to you and Bucky.

“It’s okay, shh we got you doll” bucky carefully rubbed your back trying to gently calm you down. Steve pushed the hair that stuck your sweaty face back. “ You did so good for us” he cooed, kissing your forehead. You gave him a faint smile trying to fully understand and comprehend what's happening while in your orgasmic bliss.

Once you were fully calmed down, bucky told you he was going to pull out, you whined at the feeling. “I know, I’m sorry” he kissed your forehead. You three laid there for a few minutes before Steve asked if you wanted to rest a little more or have a bath.

You opted for the bath, they carefully helped you into the water once it was ready. The warmness of the water immediately helps your sore and aching muscles. Steve sat behind you as Bucky sat in front of you.

Silence filled the bathroom as all three of you just sat there relaxing. It wasn't until you whispered an “I'm sorry” that was barely audible if it weren't for their super soldier hearing. Steve and Bucky both shared a look with each other, wondering why you would be sorry.

“ What are you sorry for?” Steve questioned as he wrapped his arms around your middle and placed his chin on your exposed shoulder. You looked up into Bucky’s eyes and grabbed his Vibranium hand as you spoke.

“ I don’t know, I just feel like I disappointed you two because I said the safe word” You quickly looked down in shame, but Bucky was quicker and stopped your movement to lift your chin so you could look at him.

“ Never feel ashamed or disappointed that you had to use a safe word during sex. Okay? Do you understand?” His eyes held a serious stare as well as his words, yet his voice came out soft spoken.

“ Do you want to talk about what made you say it?” he asked, holding your hand slightly tighter in his grip. You are hesitant to speak but Steve gives your shoulder a kiss as encouragement.

“ My body was just getting tired, and I honestly didn’t want to say it in case you’d get mad” you don't know why but you felt the need to cry. This time Steve kissed your cheek before he spoke. “ We made a safe word in order for all of us to feel safe with one another. Including you, it's completely okay that you said it. ” He kissed your cheek again.

“ We would never get mad at you, your safety is our priority” Bucky gave your hand a gentle kiss. You just hummed in response as you leaned back in Steve's embrace just enjoying the moment. They soon help you clean off and get changed into your sleepwear.

Once all three of you are cleaned and are relaxing in bed, you take their hands and kiss them. “ I love you both so much” you smile. They both wrap their arms around you, Steve moves your head towards him to place a delicate kiss to your lips. Bucky does the same after him. “ we love you too, more than anything” this time you kiss them both.

You adjust your body to snuggle up with the two loves of your life. Just as you're about to drift off into sleep Bucky speaks. “ Stevie she’s never wearing that dress out again” he smirks knowing you could still hear them.

“Oh most definitely she's never wearing it again” You playfully elbow Bucky in his stomach and then go to hit Steve in his chest. Both of them fake as if they really got hurt “ouch!” they say in sync.

“ Keep talking and you won't see the lingerie set Nat helped me pick out” you mumble already string to doze off. They both smirk.

“Will see about that,” Steve whispered as Him and Bucky both gave you one last kiss to your head before pulling the covers over all three of you to sleep for the night.

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buckybarnesandmarvel · 2 years ago

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𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞

pairings: chris evans x reader

warnings: fluff!!! making out but that’s about it :)

summary: you tease congratulate chris

a/n: i love love love this! please do like or reblog. there’s not been much interaction lately. i would love to know what you’re all thinking <3

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Chris walked in and plopped down on the couch. Dodger came running and placed himself on Chris’ chest, the man in question sighing contently as his hand went to Dodger’s fur for comfort. The whole day was entertaining and fun, but tiring. All he wanted to do now was cuddle with his girlfriend, and maybe sleep.

At that moment, you came through the door, a bag full of snacks in you hand. Dodger came running to greet you and you pet him with one hand as you placed your keys and groceries on the counter, before making your way towards the sofa where Chris was lying.

Dodger settled himself in his dog bed, his toy in his paws as you settled yourself on Chris. You lay down on top of him, your cheek pressed against his chest, your right hand fell to the side, intertwining fingers with Chris as the other went up to his his hair. You loved it like this, fluffy, with the little long bit at the back. You liked saying it was his baby mullet.

"Hey, baby..."

Chris hummed in acknowledgement, his chest calming you with its vibrations while he was absentmindedly rubbing circles on your hand.

"... Or should I say sexiest man alive?" You smiled, teasingly.

"Really, honey?" Chris gave you an amused yet exasperated look.

"Oh, c'mon, even you've got to admit, it's a bit funny."

You got up and rearranged yourself so you were straddling Chris' waist, your hands on his chest.

"How?"

You shrugged and leaned to kiss him, a smile evident on your lips.

The kiss turned passionate and Chris weaved his fingers through your hair, bringing you impossibly closer to him. You parted slightly, coming up for air, though you were close enough to brush his lips when you spoke.

"Okay, but, one thing I don't get is, how is that new information? I mean, anyone would be blind if they couldn't see that you are clearly the sexiest man alive!"

You straightened up, though still on top of Chris as he laughed, bringing his hand to his chest.

"Really, Y/N?!"

"What?! Oh, come on! I'm just telling it how it is!" you spluttered.

"God, I love you." He laughed.

You simply replied, " I know." before leaning down and capturing his lips with your once again.

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f10werfae · 2 years ago

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Baby Name List

pairing: Cowboy!Chris x Girlfriend!Reader

summary: Chris finds out about Y/n’s baby name list, and wants to put some of them to good use ASAP (girlboss!reader) (emotional Chris)

Chris Masterlist, Full Masterlist, Library blog: @f10werfaes-cosy-collection

likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated♥️

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“Don’t you jus’ look fuckin’ adorable pumpkin” Chris swooned bringing his two hands to his mouth and letting out a loud whistle, tossing his hard hat, with it skilfully landing on its holder. His hands came to settle on his belt buckle, his boots clanking against the wooden floor as he approached his girlfriend, who was in nothing but one of his red plaid shirts. “Well aren’t you home early honey” She smirked, her lips red with her usual lipstick.

“Cant stay away from my sweet pie from too long, ya know me” He chuckled settling onto the leather couch beside her, his arm settling around her shoulder and landing right atop her breast, with it barely covered by the clean fabric. “How was the ranch today bubby, wasn’t too hard on ya was it?” She giggled looking up at him, kissing up his neck as she felt his hand bounce her tit in his hand and squeezing it lightly.

Chris just shook his head, nuzzling his nose against her cheek, his overgrown beard just rubbing against her skin roughly just how she liked it. “Jus got a new shipment in from North Dakota-“

“DAKOTA- right hold on big man, gotta put that name on the list” She squealed wiggling in her seat, tucking herself closer into her man’s chest, “What list baby? a vacation list? Cause let me tell you what’s in North Dakota-“

“Not a vacation list bubby, look, it’s a baby name list” She smiled clearly proud of herself, tilting the screen to show him the array of names listed on her phone, each section divided into each gender and what ones were her top 10. To her this was normal behaviour, she always wanted to be a mother and she knew damn well that her own Cowboy Chris would be the one to fulfil that.

“A-a baby name list sugar?” He asked shocked, his breath catching in his throat as his arms tugged themselves tighter around the woman in his arms, a sense of warmth and relief erupting in his heart. “Mhm, and nope it’s not up for debate cowboy, cause I know damn well you’d name her daisy or something- Wait Daisy isn’t a bad name actually” She rambled vigorously typing on her phone once again,

“You’re doin this, for our babies? Like together?” He said softly stopping her hands, causing her eyes to furrow and look up at him, “Well course, i’m hardly planning to get impregnated by another man, don’t ya want kids with me?” She snarked turning to look at him, only to laugh when she found him dazed and dreamily looking at her.

Chris’ body shuddered and grew angry at the thought of some other bastard claiming his woman, but that feeling quickly faded away by his new revelation. She wanted babies with him. “Careful honey ya might start droolin” She smacked his face lightly, before leaning in and pressing her red lips against his pink ones, pulling away to see his cheeks flushed and his hands bringing her in for another hot smooch.

“Fuck yeah I want kids with you angel, want kids with you so bad, want the white house and the picket fence n’ all that horseshit. Jus’ didn’t realise ya wanted it with me too” He breathed out, his hand mindlessly still rubbing all over her naked torso, finding itself rubbing over her stomach which he now realised would house their future. “You can be so stupid some times” Y/n laughed kissing up his neck, her hands directing his back to her breast; she always loved him just touching her body at any point, it didn’t matter what he was doing.

In fact it was quite normal to see the usual stoic Cowboy giving his long-term girlfriend foot-rubs, kisses everywhere and hugs every single second, not exaggerating. “But we can’t name her Daisy, we named the new calf that a few days ago, can’t have my babygirl twinnin with a calf” Chris grinned picking up her phone, looking at the names himself, laughing to himself every time he’d see a Disney reference.

“Well if ya would hurry up we’d have probably used about 20 of the names already bub” She pouted snatching her phone back, “That a promise?” He raised his brow looking at her, a smirk on his face as he looked down to see her exposed pussy starting to glisten with her wetness; “I say we start with the names, Myla and Mason” He whispered looking at her eyes which we now wide accompanied by a giddy smile on her smudged red lips. “Give me twins then, cowboy” She taunted tugging on his chin to bring his lips to hers, her hand guiding his to her clenching hole, starting their own rodeo of madness.

“Pumpkin ya really want this with me don’t ya? Already dreamin of bringin the tiny things to the ranch n’ teachin’ them howta ride a horse” He chuckled into her neck, his fingers continuing their assault on her bud as she uncontrollably bucked her hips up to meet his fingers. “W-want it so bad Bub, need it” She sighed out feeling his fingers enter her snug hole, the zipper on his washed out jeans being pulled down as she noticed how much they had strained against the bulge of his shaft.

“Do- Do you want this with me Chris? Tell me now, before we bring a life into this” She said meeting his eyes, her lip between her teeth trying to hold back a moan; as much as she wanted a baby so desperately, she needed to know her baby would receive love from both its momma and daddy.

“I don’t know what else I could want more pumpkin” He smiled kissing the corner of her lips, his body stiffening once she released his cock from his underwear, its red bulb shining against the light. Her thumb ran over his slit before her hands wrapped themselves around his cock, fisting it slowly and passionately; their lips still locked lovingly. “I’m not knockin’ you up on the couch baby, no way in hell, we doin’ this the proper way” Hesitatingly he pulled his lips away from hers, his lips tingling and already aching to be back on hers; in seconds he had picked her up by her thighs, giggles leaving her as she held on by his biceps.

He held her close on the bed, letting her straddle his lap whilst she cuddled into him, their bodies connected as one; his lips attached to her neck leaving behind bites of passion and ecstasy. “G’damn I love you so much baby, I-i’m not gonna last much longer honey” He breathed out against her neck, his hands splayed on her back to keep her against him at all times, their bodies providing each other heat.

“M-me too bubby, m’so close, can feel it right here to here” She whimpered pointing from her heart right to her wet centre, her lips crashing onto his swollen ones, their tongues meeting causing both their chins to become wet with each other’s saliva; a usual occurrence in this household. “I-I’m close, cum with me bubby , please” She gasped out holding onto his shoulders as she bounced faster on his cock, his hips thrusting up to meet hers.

“Don’t worry pumpkin, m’right here, on three alright? 1, 2 ,3-“

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“If you’re not pregnant by now, then that is a miracle in itself” Chris sighed moving some of her hair to behind her shoulder, her smile sweet and lazy as she just looked up at him as if he was some sort of treat. “I love you bubba, too much even” She whispered tracing a finger down his nose before booping the tip of it, giggling when he bit onto it playfully and wouldn’t let it go.

“You have my whole heart, but I still don’t think it’s enough” He whispered back nuzzling their noses together, his arms still enclosing their bodies together, her pussy clenching around his softened shaft every so often.

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straighttohellbuddy · 2 years ago

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die mad about it {Dream/Reader/Sapnap} // Part 2

2. 2021

Summary: A retrospective on the interconnected timeline of Dream, Sapnap, and TV and film star Y/N, via social media.

2021. The year starts with Y/N's recent film racking up nominations during awards season, while Y/N themselves tries to work their way into getting into the DreamSMP. Dream isn't exactly thrilled with this, and he and Y/N appear to start beefing on Twitter. Sapnap moves in with Dream and his still-unknown housemate, but appears to be having a great time there, and Dream, in an interview, reveals that he's not technically single. Ft. mentions of the PSMP

Need to Know: Explicitly Non-Binary!Reader, early-20s!reader, reader is an incredibly well known film & tv star and has been living with Dream for several months/just over a year. Polyamory.

{ masterpost : 2 / 3 }

A/N: 6997 words. OH MY GOD ITS LITERALLY DOUBLE THE LAST ONE WHAT. also pretend its several months ago and i had this done on time please and thank you xx PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK I LVOE THIS FIC AND THIS STYLE OF WRITING EVEN IF IT TAKES ME AGES!!

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· JANUARY ·

At the beginning of January 2021, Y/N's tweet 'so glad they pushed back the SAG awards to march this year at my request, my boyfriend just moved in so im unavailable for the rest of the month' quickly followed by 'dont worry its not because i carried furniture and hurt my back or anything, my boyfriend helped him with all the heavy lifting, i just want to know i have several weeks to be domestic without being interrupted' caused chaos and confusion on Twitter, and they trended for the following 8 hours. After relative radio silence for twelve hours, the only tweet you chose to interact with was one that asked 'which is the side piece tho', to which you responded 'both i sleep in the middle 💙❤️🖤'.

Y/N also retweets a video originally posted on TikTok by user @.woolfenhawke; the woman in the video has dark skin and is wearing pale yellow pyjamas. The label at the top of the video reads 'millennial celebrity Y/N every single time they open Twitter Dot Com'. She starts facing away from the camera, and turns around suddenly, and the camera zooms in very quickly on her face as she lip-syncs to the audio of Tyler Oakley saying 'Hello LGBT community'.

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The most popular fandoms in the character tag of Y/N Y/L/N are Actor RPF, HELIX (2020) RPF, Star Wars RPF, X-Men RPF, and American Horror Story (TV) RPF. The most common pairing is tied between Y/N Y/L/N/Amandla Stenberg and Y/N Y/LN/Evan Peters, followed closely by Y/N/Reader. However, since the beginning of January, there has been a steady increase in fan works rated Mature or Explicit featuring polyamorous pairings.

Reposted from Tumblr and quickly growing in popularity is the fanfiction '(in the absence of everything) i promise to keep you warm'. The first chapter was posted on November 24, 2020, one week after HELIX's public premiere, and has updated consistently in the following months. It is ongoing, at 13 chapters and approximately 45,000 words. It has the following tags; Explicit, Actor RPF, Y/N Y/L/N/Chris Evans/Pedro Pascal, Y/N Y/L/N & Amandla Stenberg, Y/N Y/L/N & Oscar Isaac, AU, Assistant!Y/N, Polyamory, Polyamory Negotiations, Movie Sets, Secret Relationships, Power Dynamics, Protective Chris Evans, Protective Pedro Pascal, Daddy Kink, Fluff and Smut, D/S Undertones, Service Top, Domestic Fluff, Social Anxiety, press publicity and paparazzi, Red Carpets.

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Sapnap posts a photo of himself and Patches in order to announce that he's moved in with Dream and Dream's housemate. Not long after the official post goes up, two posts are added to his Instagram story.

The first is an piece of fanart of Y/N's character Woolfe standing back to back with who appears to be Technoblade from the DreamSMP as he's often depicted in fanart. Technoblade is wearing what appears to be the top half of a boar's skull as a mask covering his eyes, while Woolfe is wearing the angular, aesthetically cyberpunk mask that covers their mouth and looks like a wolf's nose and snarling mouth. The background is black while both characters are lit in sharp relief from either side, with Woolfe being lit in neon green, and Technoblade being lit in neon pink. Stretching across the whole middle of the piece in bold, white lettering is the quote 'If you want to be a hero then die like one.' The art piece is in landscape, A3, and framed and hung against a dark wall. The artist of the piece has been tagged, and across the top Sapnap has added 'proof of housemate's 'not a shrine' to technoblade' in pink letters.

The second is of a polaroid stuck to a dark wall, and an unlit but partially used candle at the very bottom of the image. The polaroid is partially obscured as Sapnap appears to have purposefully edited the photo to scribble in black over one of the figures in the photo to hide their identity. What can be seen in the photo is Sapnap, a little blurry, clearly laughing, half turned from the camera and positioned like he's leaning into someone with his arm around them. There is am arm around his shoulder that is unobscured, but their hand is cut out of the image and they are wearing long sleeves, so there is no identifiable features visible. Over the black scribble, in white text; 'a little bit of a shrine ❤️'.

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"They travel a lot, the housemate travels a lot for work usually," one of the earliest streams Sapnap does after he moves is a somewhat indulgent Q&A while playing Valorant, "in like, chunks of time, a few weeks I guess? But when they're home they're still working, but usually in a way that's, I guess more similar to me and Dream? Like it'd feel weird and, I don't know, like arrogant, I guess? To compare our work? Usually at least. But because of how everything is, you know, a lot of their work is online, and like we have a schedule for who needs the house quiet at what times. That's- that's all I can really say. I know it's vague," he laughs apologetically, "but it has to be." Then, after a few moments of reading through chat he frowns, "can you tell us where housemate is now? I don't know if I'm allowed, hang on," he pulls out his phone and types away, "I'll ask." It doesn't take more than a minute for him to receive a response; "they're on the West Coast, that's all I'm allowed to tell you."

He does not address any of the numerous questions asking him to clarify the Housemate's relationship with Dream or himself.

· FEBRUARY ·

@.dreams-housemate-updates changes their twitter handle to @.dreamnaps-housemate-updates. Their header also changes to the meme image of Bugs Bunny, pointing with both hands to the right, overlaid with the communist flag, with the words "Our Housemate" in the centre.

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@.YourTwitter: me and the boys at 2am looking for BEANS [Image ID: Y/N, Amandla, and the director of HELIX all posing on the red carpet for the Golden Globes.] | @.YourTwitter: BEANS acquired [Image ID: Two stills from the live broadcast of the Golden Globes, the first one being of Y/N and Amandla in the audience, leaning against one another and clutching each other, beaming and on the verge of tears as they are looking up, presumably at the stage. Y/N has their free hand up and partially covering their mouth. The second is of HELIX's director Robert Eggers on stage having just received the Golden Globe for Best Director of a Motion Picture. He has a hand to his heart and is using the Golden Globe itself in his other hand to point out into the crowd, presumably to Y/N and Amandla.]

HELIX was nominated for 5 Golden Globes in total, and won two; Best Director - Motion Picture, and Best Original Score - Motion Picture.

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On Valentine's Day, you post one picture to your Instagram story. It's of a nondescript hotel bed covered in red rose petals. The duvet is black and neat, and the only caption you've added is white text highlighted with red in the top right corner; no shitposts today im actually in love.

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It had been somewhat disheartening to be on set on Valentine's Day knowing you were so far from the two people you loved the most. It's been weeks since you were home, which only made it all the harder. The shoot went well, and you were glad to be messaging Dream and Sapnap through the day, even if you couldn't be near them.

Around lunch they tell you that they're sending flowers to your hotel, that it was meant to be a surprise but they'll need your room number, and that the hotel might call to confirm with you. As much as you love the gesture, it makes you miss them both even more, and you start browsing flights back to Florida on your phone in between takes, fantasizing about having the time to take off and see them.

The hotel calls in the afternoon, and you confirm that anything from your boyfriends has full permission to be placed in your room while you were gone. Sun will be setting in a few hours, there's no time left for your fantasy to come true, not if you wanted to remain professional.

There'd always be next year, you tell yourself.

You message to say that you miss them, and they respond in kind, both quick to assure you that there's always going to be more time, that one day wouldn't matter. Perhaps not in the long run, but today it felt like it did.

So when you get back to your hotel and see the rose petals on your bed, it feels too good to be true.

And when you catch sight of both Dream and Sapnap waiting patiently in the larger living space of the room, you feel yourself begin to tear up. They're both with you immediately, wrapping you up in their arms, endeared as they try and soothe you, murmur for you not to cry.

It's been a long day of heartache, thinking that you'd be without them, so it's all you can do to hold them tightly, a mess of laughter and cathartic tears as you tell them how much you love them both. You hadn't realised just how much you'd missed them until this moment, until you're peppering them with kisses and babbling about how this has gone from the worst day to maybe one of the best of your life.

"So far," Sapnap grins teasingly, kissing your temple. Dream echoes his words, echoes his tone, and you feel yourself growing flustered as your initial wave of shock and awe had died down.

Best day of your life, so far.

· MARCH ·

In early March 2021, the nominations for the 93rd Academy Awards are announced, and HELIX receives 6 nominations; Best Picture, Best Director, Best Original Score, Best Visual Effects, and Chris Evans is nominated for Best Supporting Actor. Controversy arises, however, as Y/N is also announced as a nominee for Best Actor.

A statement is released by the Academy the day after the nominees were announced, stating the decision as to which category they were nominated in was due to the technical broadness of the category, and that Y/N's team had been contacted prior to the nomination being confirmed.

A day after The Academy releases their statement, Y/N posts two updates to their Instagram story;

1. A blurry selfie taken in bed, sheet pulled up to their neck, giving the camera peace sign. Across their forehead reads 'its an honour to be nominated, im looking forward to the day that there's a category specifically for nonbinary actors and actresses so people like me don't have to be torn to shreds online when people try to acknowledge and appreciate us'.

2. A photo of a mostly empty plate sitting on their bedside table, covered in crumbs, with a knife and fork sitting in the middle. Their hand can be seen giving a thumbs up closer to the camera, and is captioned '"why didn't you respond before now its been two days????" sorry buddy i was getting my shit rocked and eating pancakes in bed. i knew it'd be a hot button issue online so i decided to celebrate the nom first. im allowed to celebrate my achievements ✌️'.

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@gnflmnop: you remember that one time @.YourTwitter tweeted about the dsmp right before their movie premiered and then Never Again? Did I hallucinate that? | @YourTwitter: my boyfriends bully me whenever I go to tweet about it :( | @YourTwitter: they're mad about who my favourite is (it goes back and forth but they're never happy with who I say 😔) | @.YourTwitter: if y'all knew my boys this would be so much funnier, I promise this is all v lighthearted. | @.gnflmnop: Who's your current fav?? | @.YourTwitter: @.Quackity 🥰 | @.Quackity: HOLY SHIT

· APRIL ·

HELIX ends up winning four of the six Oscars it's nominated for; Best Director, Best Visual Effects, Best Original Score, and Y/N wins Best Actor.

Transcript of Y/N's winning speech from the 93rd Academy Awards for their performance in HELIX:

Before I start, I need to say something to the people like me - non-binary and trans people like me - beyond this room, watching this live or in the future; hi! Look! We can see it now, you can see me; the world is changing and our future is bright! [Brief pause.] Now, on January 4th this year, my ex-manager told me I was an unhireable PR nightmare, and tonight he decides to text me; congrats on the nom, for your own sake don't start a twitter tirade when you lose, Anthony Hopkins is eighty seven, he can't fight back. [They are becoming audibly choked up.] To that I say; don't you wish you put your energy into something useful? [Pause as they compose themselves.] Which is why I'm up here, thanking my amazing manager who actually believes in me, our whole incredible team behind HELIX, especially Rob and Amandla - you should both be up here with me, because I wouldn't be here without either of you. [They take a moment to clutch the Oscar to their chest, looking overwhelmingly grateful.] And the only thing better than this is knowing I get to see my wonderful, supportive, damn amazing partners after. My favourite place in the world is at home with you both, I love you. [Sniffling, they give a watery laugh.] This is a moment, isn't it? This is our moment. Thank you.

Given the immense exposure of The Oscars, Y/N's speech quickly goes viral. The backlash from the conservative side of the internet is immense, however the outpouring of support still manages to dwarf it. It's seen as a cultural reset, with 'the world is changing and our future is bright' being painted across every LGBT+ corner of the internet. Also, both the polyamorous and nonbinary communities specifically appear to adopt the phrase 'this is our moment'.

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The following interaction occurred during a Just Chatting stream on Wilbur Soot's Twitch channel on the 30th of April, and can be found in the stream's VOD beginning at 53:46.

"Can I share something surreal with you all?" Wilbur asks, tone vaguely bemused as he was streaming with Tommy, Ranboo, and Philza, "lads, chat, can I share the most, I think unexpected reaction I've received after yesterday?"

"Unexpected how?" Ranboo snorts a laugh.

"Like, I think it was the emotion I was going for, but I never expected this person to contact me?"

"Oh interesting, who was it?" Tommy asked excitedly.

"Well, I mean, there's weird ways the SMP kind of breaches containment that makes me think 'ah, people lying for attention on the internet again'," Wilbur begins, and is met with stifled giggles from the others, who seem to know exactly what he means by that sentiment, "which I don't necessarily know why I think that, since most times it's kind of innocuous or makes a roundabout kind of sense, like a politicians kid getting them to tweet at us, but there was something a few months back that I heard about and I was like 'that's absolute bullshit'."

"You do especially seem to get a few weird ones," Phil agrees.

"And I don't usually get star struck; I'm not trying to brag here, but I've had - well, we've all had - some pretty high profile encounters here and there," Wilbur's voice was rising in intensity, as the others voiced their agreement, "but there was an interaction a few months ago, and I kind of shot my shot since I don't use Twitter and had my Discord passed on to this person, and nothing really came of it."

"Who was it, man?!" Tommy groaned, frustrated by Wilbur building up the encounter, much to everyone else's amusement. Wilbur pauses for a moment.

"Yesterday I received my first message from Y/N since we'd connected on Discord, after months mind you, and it's a selfie of them giving me the thumbs up, whilst clearly crying -"

"What?!" Several of the others in the chat exclaimed, Wilbur clearly matching their confused, startled energy.

"Right?! And you wanna know what the caption was? Here, I'll read it to you guys, it says; Wilbur, why am I crying about minecraft ghost."

Silence.

Then;

"Three days ago they won an actual fucking Oscar; what reality am I in right now?" He crows, still clearly baffled.

"That can't be real," Ranboo announced, sounding a little dazed.

"Why is Y/N Y/L/N crying about minecraft ghost, Wilbur?" Tommy practically yelled, "we saw HELIX together with Tubbo the last time I was in Brighton, I refuse to believe fucking Woolfe shed real tears over Ghostbur!" Then, after a beat, "oh God, and it was my fault too! I need to start writing an apology," he's clearly half joking, and the others play along.

"The character Woolfe?"

"No, to Y/N themselves," Tommy says, adding, "maybe if I ask Dream nice enough he'll take it back."

Not long after this conversation occurred live, the following was posted to Twitter;

@.YourTwitter: ooh lads, me and my parasocial relationship might not survive this one omg @.WilburSoot @.philza @.tommyinnit @.ranboo | @.ranboo: [GIF from Y/N's award speech at The Oscars; Y/N is holding their award to their chest, standing behind a podium. The caption at the bottom reads 'This is a moment, isn't it?'.]

And;

@.Dream: despite wishful thinking, no celebrity tears based twitter campaign will make me take back certain SMP based events. in fact if you tried i think id just double down and say certain minecraft ghosts got what was coming to them | @.YourTwitter: @.YourTwitter | @.YourTwitter: see its that easy to @ me. <3 | @.Dream: didn't you win an oscar? please get a hobby | @.YourTwitter: dont vague me just because ur mad ur not my favourite | @.Dream: @.YourTwitter You make me want to smack you sometimes. | @.YourTwitter: hot. dm me. | @.Dream: Why are you like this? | @.YourTwitter: for the bit. <3

· MAY ·

@.enbyhawke: @.DreamWasTaken @.YourTwitter the people have spoken. Link to the Change.org petition 'Let Y/N Join The DreamSMP'] | @.YourTwitter: @.Dream the people have spoken 😌 | @.Dream: @.YourTwitter the people need to be quiet, I already told you no in our DMs. | @.YourTwitter: [GIF from Mean Girls of Regina George, phone to her ear, caption at the bottom reading 'Boo, you whore.']

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Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: Other Fandom: HELX (2020), Dream SMP Relationships: Woolfe (HELIX)/Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF) Characters: Woolfe (HELIX), Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF) Additional Tags: PWP, what is this lol, crack, based on a twitter post, Eric Andre Voice LET ME IN but its woolfe and the dsmp, Power Imbalance, hate fucking, choking, spit, reluctant bottoming, degradation, so close to just writing RPF but im pretending to have dignity, ch 1 is afab!Y/N, ch 2 is amab!Y/N, otherwise the chapters are identical, just like every other smut oneshot with Y/N or their nb characters lol, the Y/N fandom etiquette is beautiful tbh we all know what we're doing here, WAIT c!Dream IS LITERALLY JUST A YOUNG VERSION OF CHRIS EVAN'S CHARACTER OH MY GOD, DOWN TO THE EXPERIMENTING ON PEOPLE AND KILLING THEM AND BRINGING THEM BACK Language: English Series: Part 1 of isn't bite also touch (HELIXsmp) · Next Work -> Stats: Published: 05-15-2021 Words: 4863 Chapters: 2/2

i'll tell you my sins (and you can sharpen your knife) FullContakt

Summary: There's a price to pay for clear intentions. Woolfe understands the roles and rules of this place and is happy to call themselves a villain, however the one who originally chose that title isn't exactly willing to give it up, so Dream decides to find out exactly how far Woolfe is willing to go for it.

Notes: Y/N and Dream's one online interaction makes me laugh so fucking hard, they're both so chaotic, I don't know who is the one with the audacity here. I think they both have far too much. But anyways, since im lowkey obsessed with the few HELIX/DSMP crossovers we already have here (literally never cried as hard as i did finishing starslikerhinestones's Woolfe/Wilbur MASTERPIECE 'a hero's job is to die'. seriously if nothing else please read it for Hawke being THE BEST OLDER SIBLING to tommy, as long as you don't mind tragedy and heartbreak) ANYWAYS seeing that interaction between Y/N and dream just made me think that Woolfe and c!Dream would HATE each other so here, they beat the shit out of each other... and yeh fuck a bit. Enemies-to-enemies-who-hatefuck.

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Sapnap makes an offhand comment during a stream about how he's missing their housemate since they went to the UK. Dream seems to share this sentiment, joking 'and we didn't even get to swap them for George while they're gone, it's so unfair'. Both seem genuinely disheartened by the housemate's absence, but make a note of how proud they both are of everything the housemate has been doing.

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From May 20th to May 23rd, the 'PenisSMP' or 'PSMP' trends on Tumblr as a shitpost directed at the Minecraft YouTube community, that flourished on the oft overlooked blogging platform, was quickly co-opted and expounded upon by said community.

In amongst its colourful cast and rapidly developing lore, several real figures were included and adopted into the kayfabe, including current members of the DreamSMP such as Tommyinnit (given the alias 'Wife_Haver' in the PSMP), and ConnorEatsPants, with no significant alterations to his already established character whatsoever, just that he existed in this SMP too. Alongside them, Y/N was quickly adopted into the lore and cast of characters with the in-game alias of '4rs0n_R1sk', as first mentioned in user @.localtubboenthusiast's post;

localtubboenthusiast literally why is anyone surprised that fvckass blew up half the server?? why is ANYONE surprised they keep setting fires??? they were literally hand raised by 4rs0n_R1sk!!! #who is literally being played by one of the most chaotic actors of our generation #this is why dream didn't let Y/N join the dream SMP #hes a coward #psmp #penissmp #penismp #y/n y/l/n #4rs0n_r1sk #fvckass the sheep #fuckass the sheep

And the follow-up question they received;

Anonymous asked: WAIT HOLD UP THATS WHERE I KNOW 4RS0N'S VOICE??? ITS Y/N????

localtubboenthusiast answered: yeah apparently they're friends with penis irl and asked if they could join out of spite after the whole dream refusing to let them into the dsmp thing 😂 can't believe they literally don't even stream they're just there lol

#also in case it wasn't clear i AM a PenisUnavailable And ShittyFartBaby69 Are Actually Y/N's Boyfriends truther #4rs0n_R1sk #Y/N Y/L/N #PSMP #penismp #penissmp

Fanart of '4rs0n_R1sk' usually depicts Y/N as either their character Woolfe from HELIX, or Contakt from The New Mutants with a warm colour pallet and fire powers. They are usually drawn with 'Fvckass the Sheep', 'PenisUnavailable', or 'TurboThruster'.

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@.YourTwitter: went to dublin and all I got was spit on. they give you exactly what you ask for here, amazing customer service 🥰 | @.Ic3_Squared: Hey bestie some thoughts should stay in your head ❤️

· JUNE ·

I Spent A Day With DREAM was posted to YouTube by Anthony Padilla on the 9th of June, and the following exchange begins around minute 5;

Dream: God it's so weird, actually, because there's been these huge changes in my personal life that have happened, like, parallel to the whole YouTube thing, but are still significantly effected by it, if that makes sense? Anthony: What kind of changes to do you mean? Dream: Like, uh, I'm not fully sure if I'm able to talk about this, though I guess if this bit makes it into the video I've confirmed that I am allowed to actually talk about it, [Dream laughs] but I feel very lucky to currently be in the best relationship of my life, but like, I feel like that would have happened, like me- me and my- you know, [Dream stumbles over his words a little, as if to purposefully dance around the precise wording of the relationship] that would still be happened even if I never blew up.

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📌 Pinned Tweet @.dreamnaps-housemate-updates: If Dream is dating his housemate that would be news to us too. We don't have any more information than anyone else on this matter. Please stop asking us, thank you.

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On June 26th Twitter user @.goldenghostgirl asks you if you'd be watching Minecraft Championship (Pride), and who you'd be watching. You respond less than half an hour later with three consecutive tweets; 'me and my parasocial relationship will be watching pink parrots 😌🦜💓', then 'only because @.smajor didnt invite me to play which isn't his fault since he doesn't know I'm secretly very good at minecraft.... but just so you know... for next pride... 👀 👉👈' and finally 'im actually being legit here, minecraft as a game is far bigger in our house than I really let on, I'd love to prove my boyfriends' mentoring has paid off 💖'.

For MCC Pride, the team Pink Parrots is made up of SolidarityGaming, Grian, Wilbur Soot, and Technoblade. Highlights from their team during the event include;

Wilbur makes a point to say hello to Y/N at the beginning of the event as he figures they're probably watching. When providing clarification for the situation to the rest of his team in the VC he refers to it as 'mutually parasocial'. Wilbur also jokes about becoming an honourary member of Y/N's polycule. Y/N does not publically comment on any of this; it is not made clear if they saw it.

Technoblade mentions that Dream has been DMing him during the event, and that both he, and his housemate who isn't Sapnap, but is just happy to be here, are cheering them on.

Wilbur's fire alarm chirping aggressively, much to his growing frustration, until he has to disconnect as there is apparently an actual fire emergency in his building. He had to talk to the firefighters who arrived on scene in order to confirm that he was safe to re-enter the building. He is able to rejoin MCC.

In Wilbur's absence, there are several suggestions for a temporary replacement; Technoblade suggests Dream, Grian mentions that Y/N has put their hand up on Twitter, while Wilbur himself suggests Philza Minecraft. Philza ultimately becomes Wilbur's temporary replacement.

Philza breaking down with laughter when he reads your follow up tweet; "Don't look at me, I retract my statement. Coach, I was wrong I'm not ready for the big leagues, you shouldn't put me on. If you have the choice of Philza Minecraft of course you choose Philza Minecraft." He then adds, as his laughter dies down, that he understands now why Wilbur had called his interactions with you 'surreal'.

After the event concluded, you post one final tweet; "if any interviewer ever brings up today I WILL lie."

· JULY ·

On July 14, the final episode of Loki is released on Disney+. During one of the final scenes, after the timelines have all split and Loki is making his way to try and warn Mobius about what had happened, we see Y/N being dragged through the facility, clearly reprising their role as the mutant Contakt (Itta Marie) from 2020's New Mutants.

An hour after the premiere of the episode, Y/N tweeted twice;

1. 'oh yeah lol should update my IMDB about that'.

2. 'nd yeah dad acquired, for those keeping score at home' [Image ID: Y/N and Tom Hiddleston in costume as their respective characters Contakt and Loki on the set of the Loki series. They appear to be in an animated discussion between takes.

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@.YourTwitter: there's no irl sdcc so no-one can stop me from cosplaying and doing some sort of Q&a.. need suggestions. And questions.

@.YourTwitter: imagine if I became a twitch streamer lol. anyways q&a here [Link to user PR Nightmare on Twitch.]

"Tommyinnit in my chat? Is this real?" You found yourself beaming with delight, "do you wanna join? DM me your Discord on Twitter, you're awesome, dude!"

"Are you cosplaying Ghostbur?" Is the first thing Tommy asks the minute you voice call him.

"I am!" You tell him with delight.

"Why?"

"I miss him," you admit freely. Tommy snorts a laugh, but the conversation trails off until, "it's so cool to talk to you finally, both my boyfriends speak so very highly of you."

"You're... a fan of mine?"

"I like your videos, yeah," you agree without hesitation, "and your arc is super compelling to watch on the SMP."

Tommy goes very quiet for several long moments before you hear faintly 'ow... ow... ow...'.

"Are you okay?" You ask, concerned, and Tommy hums for a moment.

"Sorry, just had to pinch myself a few times," then even as your laughing fondly, he continues, "still not convinced this is a real conversation I'm having."

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@.dreamnaps-housemate-updates posted a clip from Sapnap's then-latest Minecraft stream on July 28th with the caption 'i love the way they love';

"What's been your favourite part of living with me so far?" Dream's voice is saccharine and teasing as he asks Sapnap live on stream.

"God, you're so needy," Sapnap laughs, though his tone is fond. While his focus remains primarily on his screen where he's playing Minecraft, occasionally his gaze will flick to something to his left, off camera.

"Thank you," Dream sounds quite smug, "but is that really your favourite?" In the silence that follows, Dream's tone takes on that saccharine tone as he prompts again.

"I mean if you twist it the right way, like with the right words," Sapnap sounds uncharacteristically soft, almost embarrassed, and seems to be intently focusing on his game with a faint flush to his cheeks.

"Twist what? Me being needy?" Dream half laughs, but Sapnap continues, sincere.

"I mean, I obviously wouldn't actually word it like that, but you're obviously the best part of living with you," he admits, a warm silence follows, and finally Sapnap looks directly at whatever is to his left, though he still appears to be addressing Dream when he speaks; "I'm not mentioning our housemate because they already look like they're a half second away from saying something emotional despite the fact that I'm live," he warns pointedly with a grin, as if to stave off the housemate in question. Then, after a moment, he softens his tone and expression considerably, practically radiating affection, "but you're the other best part about living here."

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@.StardewwSoot: how long have @.YouTwitter and @.Callahan been mutuals? 👀👀

· AUGUST ·

@.YourTwitter: in Switzerland, finally able to add another Hot Hollywood Dad to my collection of father figures @.VancityReynolds

@.YourTwitter: ALSO PREMIERE OF FREE GUY AT THE LOCARNO FILM FESTIVAL!! DEFINITELY SHOULD HAVE LEAD WITH THAT!!

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During an interview as part of Free Guy's press junket, an interviewer asks Joe Keery and Ryan Reynolds if either of them had met Y/N's partners.

"No, but I'm sure they're having a great time in Canada with my high school girlfriend," Ryan says without missing a beat as his younger costars break out in laughter. All three of them are grinning, a clearly easy comradery between them all, even as Y/N gives him a shove and insists their boyfriends are real. "Oh yeah, then what are their names?"

"I wish I could tell you, but I literally can't," you admit, a little sheepish, even as Ryan loudly proclaims that you're not making a strong case for yourself, "I wish- dude, I promise I wish I could tell you, but you wouldn't even begin to believe why I can't!" You insist once more.

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@.yourtwitter: my toxic trait is every time I miss my boyfriends I read fanfiction about them and send them links to my favourites | @.yourtwitter: the reviews are in folks

[screenshot of a group chat titled '🎉 No Noise Complaints Since 8/23 🎉'. cat daddy: [screenshot of above tweet] cat daddy: your toxic trait is being funny when we're not able to publicly respond H0TB0I: your toxic trait is never specifying when you're missing us or being a menace Ryan Reynolds Lover: ????? cat daddy: @H0TB0I cranky because you skipped the tags and read mpreg aren't you Ryan Reynolds Lover: oh lol yeah no I was just being a menace when I sent that sorry 😅❤]

| @.asheeberree: WAIT PEOPLE WRITE FANFICTION ABOUT YOUR BOYFRIENDS??? WHO ARE YOU DATING??

Less than an hour later, Sapnap tweets out "our housemate just said 'pass me your phone I want to cause problems on purpose' so that's the only context I can give for whatever the next tweet is ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯" less than three minutes later, the following tweet is posted to Sapnap's alt account:

@.sapnapalt: dreamnap housemate here hello sap's twitter, I have a question. why are y'all sleeping on omega!dream and alpha!sap as concepts? I'm absconding with his phone so you have time to answer and I can see your responses before he deletes this 😘

· SEPTEMBER ·

A selection of articles and quizzes from Buzzfeed.com tagged Y/N Y/L/N in the month of September, 2021;

If Ever We Have To Elect A Representative For All Millennials, Here's My Pitch For It To Be Y/N

(Quiz) Plan Your Mission And I'll Tell You Who In The Mandolorian's Crew Would Be Your Bestie

10 Most Plausible Potential Secret Beaus For Y/N (And The Hottest Fanfiction For Each To Prove It)

(Quiz) Plan Your Ideal Date To Find Out Which Of Y/N's Hot Hollywood Father Figures Is Your Daddy

This Talented Artist Does Everything Right In Their Artwork Showcasing Their Fancast for The Breakfast Club In 2021

· OCTOBER ·

On October 3rd, you tweeted in rapid succession 'Callahan's my best friend now', 'hacker voice: im in', '@.Quackity heyyyy what are u doing rn? u free buddy?' and then a link to your Twitch account, where you were live on the Dream SMP.

The following is one of many short clips that you liked on Twitter after your Stream ended;

"Hey look at you go," Quackity laughs "you know your way around here better than I do; you weren't lying about watching us it seems."

"Yeah, well I play quite a bit with my boyfriends, since it's something they're really into, and they really got me into the SMP in the first place; they've been invested in this since day one," you said, smiling warmly before you leaned close to your camera and mic, "and now chat, you're gonna go ahead and clip that for me, and post it to twitter, so they can see it."

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Dream and Sapnap both post photos to Instagram of several Halloween costumes they wear together. Most of the photos are just of the two of them, always with Dream entirely covered to continue obscuring his identity, but the final photo of both photosets is one of the housemate, for the first time in record.

They appear to be wearing a black hoodie, black gloves, black jeans, and appear to have borrowed the mask Dream has worn previously.

In Dream's Instagram post, the housemate is looking directly down into the digital camera they have around their neck, clearly having been taking the photos for Dream and Sapnap. The mask is lifted off of their face and sits on top of their head, however with the angle they are looking, the mask completely obscures their face and smiles directly at the camera.

In Sapnap's post, the setting is different to any of the other photos, as it appears to have been taken in a living room. Dream is still wearing the black hoodie and Squid Game mask, while the housemate appears to have fallen asleep with their head in his lap. Dream's mask is on the arm of the sofa, as is what appears to be a bright green hoodie. The housemate's hood is up while they're laying with their back to the camera so their face isn't visible. Dream is resting a hand on their hip and has his phone in the other, seemingly still using it despite his mask.

On Halloween itself, Y/N posts an image of themselves against a black wall dressed the same way as Dream appears in a few of the earlier photos he'd posted of himself, with a green hoodie, completed with a large, white, smiling mask. Both on Instagram and Twitter the photos is captioned 'this is my official apology to @.DreamWasTaken for breaking into his server'. Dream responds on Twitter telling you 'you're on thin ice....... lucky you're almost as cute as i am in that fit'.

· NOVEMBER ·

On November 11th, the trailer for the 15th season of sitcom 'It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia' is uploaded across the series' various social media platforms. The clip, that lasts just over one minute, appears to take place in Dublin, and includes indications that Y/N will play a reoccurring character throughout the season.

The two most notable clips are;

'Sweet Dee' seems gleeful as she informs Y/N that they are a great assistant, before immediately spitting upon them.

And;

"So we need you to clarify which of us is gay -" Dennis posed the question to Y/N standing close beside his sister.

"Mac, right? He's the gay, isn't he?"

"Yes," Dennis frowns, "but he likes men, and you are -" he gestures to their body, "not. However, if we," he gestures between himself and Dee, "both are trying to sleep with you, then one of us is gay," he paused, visibly deliberating, "or, well, not gay, but also not straight, since that would make this much easier for me, but for me to be straight you'd have to be a woman and you are -" again, he gestures to their body, "not..." Dennis clasped his hands together, tone growing almost furiously frustrated, as if at Y/N themselves, "so now, you beguiling little minx, have made us both potentially neither gay nor straight, you have turned us into Schrodinger's Fruits!" Waiting, breathing hard at the end of his outburst, it cuts to Y/N, visibly confused by the situation, brow furrowed.

Not long after the clips are posted, you retweet it with the caption 'show with the most BDE (big dad energy)' and a photo of yourself on set in Dublin in the middle of a cheesy group hug between the five lead actors of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia. Not long after, the show's official twitter responds with;

@.AlwaysSunny: Welcome to the family! [ID: Four stills from the upcoming season of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia; 1. Dennis clearly having taken Y/N by surprise, grabbing them by the shoulders and kissing them. Neither appears to be enjoying themselves; Dennis's entire expression is scrunched up like he's smelled something awful, while Y/N is so tense their arms are throw out to the side. 2. Dee and Y/N nose to nose, both staring intensely into each others eyes, the tips of their tongues awkwardly touching where they're poking out of their otherwise closed mouthes. 3. Charlie and Y/N both covered in mud, fully clothes in a bog up to their waists, passionately making out. 4. Mac leaning against a bar counter from behind it, beaming brightly at Y/N who is slouched at the back. Mac is gesturing proudly to four different coloured liquor bottles lined up in the order yellow, white, purple, black, thus making a side-on nonbinary flag. Y/N is giving the display a tired smile.]

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@.YourTwitter: I honestly can't believe that on Halloween I celebrated a year with my dream boi, and like a week later I got to celebrate again with hot boi, just before the anniversary of HELIX. | @.YourTwitter: everything has happened so much this year, Im so proud of all the wonderful people in my life and all the projects we've worked so hard on!! | @.YourTwitter: omg this might have been the best year of my life..... | @.Dream: so far. | @.Sapnap: So far. | @.YourTwitter: @.Sapnap @.Dream ur both so right,, best year of my life So Far 😌

· DECEMBER ·

December 2021 is surprisingly quiet.

At the beginning of the month you announce that since you've actually got some time off, you're going to be stepping back from social media to focus on spending time on your partners and yourself. Many voice their support for you, including both Dream and Sapnap.

Sapnap streams far more frequently than Dream, and it's notable that he seems incredibly bright in all December streams, even moreso than usual.

Dream does two Twitter Spaces during the month, and in both he sounds practically giddy, explaining that both he and Sapnap are glad to have their housemate home for the holidays.

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The Archive Of Our Own tag 'Clay | Dream/Sapnap/HousemateWasTaken' has 98 works by the end of 2021. The fanfiction with the highest kudos in this tag is 'Tommy's Guide to Imports and Exports', which is part 3 of user alliumc4t's series 'The Kids Aren't Alright'. This series revolves around the romantic relationship between Dream, Sapnap, and their housemate, whilst also becoming legal guardians of Tommyinnit, Tubbo_, and Ranboo. The series is still labelled as ongoing, and contains the following fics;

'Ohana' Isn't A Real Word

Blessed Be The Boys Time Can't Capture

Tommy's Guide to Import and Exports

Time's Arrow (The Achilles Heel)

The Only Normal Person In This Whole Damn Building

Flags and Other Decorations

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And finally, to book end the year, Y/N posted the following Tweet just after midnight on New Year's Eve:

For all you asking, the boys were each other's New Year's kiss, I gave our cat a smooch on her little fuzzy noggin. Good start to the year all around. 💖

#dream x reader #sapnap x reader #dream imagine #sapnap imagine #dream x reader x sapnap #dreamwastaken imagine #dreamwastaken x reader #mcyt imagine #mcyt x reader #dsmp imagine #dsmp x reader #cc!dream x reader #cc!dream imagine #cc!sapnap x reader #cc!sapnap imagine #cyltlanp #Spotify

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barnesafterglow · 2 years ago

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hello friends! i recently hit 2k and wanted to do something to celebrate! i've done a lot of sleepovers and such but only one writing challenge, and i wanted to try it out again.

being on here, despite any ups and downs i've, has been a loving and safe space for me. being able to make new friends and have a creative outlet has been amazing. i want to thank every single one of you that follows me, i never thought i would have one hundred followers, let alone two thousand of you. you all are the reason i'm still here, and the reason i decide to stay

thank you so much to @demxters for helping me out with this! i'm so grateful for you

you can find the masterlist for this challenge here!

rules:

- this challenge, as always, is 18+ only. minors please dni.

- please no dark fics or anything including waterspouts, scat, non/dubcon, incest/stepcest, underage relationships between characters, suicide or self harm, eating disorders, or anything involving sexual assault

- please tag me in your work as well as tagging the post #sweet as sugar challenge. if you have tagged me and i haven't reader within two days, please send me a message or link because i may have missed it!

- message me or send me any ask if you have any other questions!

- this challenge will last from friday november 4th to saturday december 31st. i understand some people write slower so if you need more time please don't hesitate to reach out! whenever you can! i don’t want to rush anyone and there’s plenty of time for everyone to write :)

- i will be posting a masterlist and updating it as i read finished fics

2 large eggs

choose 1-2 characters to write your fic about. this can be any combination of a poly/hinged relationship or character x character. however, i do not read for sambucky (as a couple) or buckynat (in any capacity). any other combination of characters should be fine, but if you have any questions feel free to message me

characters can include:

- any mcu characters

- any sebastian stan characters besides tommy lee, jeff gillooly, or steve kemp

- any chris evans characters besides curtis everett (i will also accept rpf for chris evans only)

- misc characters: steve harrington and matt murdock

3 cups of flour

choose one au to set your fic in or you can write in the mcu universe

aus to choose from:

- modern au

- college au

- decade specific au (70s, 80s, etc)

- coffee shop au

- abo au

- band/singer/celebrity au

- soulmate au

- athlete au

- royal au

- detective/fbi au

- summer camp au

- teacher/professor au

- bookstore au

1 cup of sugar

choose 1-2 tropes to include within your fic. at least one must be included.

tropes to choose from:

- the classic "only one bed"

- friends to lovers

- friends with benefits to lovers

- enemies to lovers

- exes (back) to lovers

- roommates

- grumpy x sunshine

- fake dating

- tutor x jock

- hero x villain

- neighbors

- sibling's best friend/best friend's sibling

- established relationship

- strangers to lovers

1 tablespoon vanilla extract

your fic can be any combination of smut, fluff, or angst, or only one if you prefer. once again, please no dark fics

toppings (optional)

this can be anything extra you want to your fic, such as moodboards, playlists, etc

tagging some mutuals but no pressure!!

@pellucid-constellations @itistimeforusalltodecidewhoweare @treatbuckywkisses @sweetascanbee @sweetdreamsbuck @bucky-barmes @thornsnvultures @inklore @irisofeden @smokeinherperfume @abovethesmokestacks @imaginearyparties @lilacletter @fandoms-writings @writing-for-marvel @foreverindreamlandd @jadedvibes @atlaese @nacho-bucky @sidepartskinnyjeans @navybrat817 @lavendercitizen @scrumptious-delusion @emerald-chaos @bubblebuckys

#sweet as sugar challenge #tiff's 2k writing challenge

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theycallmebecca · 1 year ago

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Requests Are Open & Masterlist

I’m trying to get back into the swing with writing, so I thought I’d officially open my requests and do an unofficial Memorial Day Weekend event.

So if you’d like to request a drabble/ficlet, send a prompt, character from the list below and a rating. If you need help coming up with a prompt I have a bunch of lists reblogged on @justwritinginspo with the tag of writing prompts.

Request a story via ask!

Edit: Rather than make a separate masterlist for this, I'm adding the links to the bottom of this post under the keep reading.

My favorite things to write are domestic bliss, romantic comedies, sexual tension, plot what plots, and fluff that makes your teeth hurt.

Please do not submit any prompts with dark, minor/adult romance, significant age gap, etc. themes.

Characters

Andy Barber (AU only)

Ari Levinson (AU only)

Frank Adler

Colin Shea

Steve Rogers

Jake Jensen

Nick Vaughn

Ransom Drysdale (AU only)

I do still write Chris Evans RPF as well if that’s what you’d like to request.

Ratings

G/PG - typically my fluffy family stories

PG-13 - most of my rom coms

R - suggestive sexy times that don’t get too graphic, depending on how suggestive, these will get the mature content flag

NC-17 - graphic sexy times, will get the mature content flag

So if you’d like to request a story… please do!

Finished story links below.

Whole Heart - Steve Rogers x reader, PG

After Hours - Andy Barber x female reader, R - warnings: semi graphic sex

Secrets of the Heart - Ari Levinson x female reader, PG-13 - warnings: language

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nicoline1998enilocin · 7 months ago

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Every step of the way

PAIRING || Husband!Chris Evans x Wife!Fem!Reader

WORDCOUNT || 2.6K

SUMMARY || Ever since you were small, you have had a substantial fear of the dentist, and now that you have to have your wisdom teeth removed, your anxiety is growing every day. It's a good thing you have Chris by your side, as he will be there alongside you every step of the way, making the load to bear a little less difficult.

RATING || Mature (M)

TAGS || RPF. Established relationship. Use of nicknames (Princess). Slight hurt/comfort. Wedding anniversary celebration. Cuddling. Kissing and making out. An almost criminal amount of fluff.

WARNINGS || Angst. Dentophobia/fear of the dentist. Anxiety. References to anesthesia. Referenced wisdom teeth removal. Lots of praise and reassurance.

A/N || This one-shot is requested by a very sweet Anon! I wish you the best of luck during the procedure of having your wisdom teeth removed tomorrow, and I hope this fic brought you all the comfort you could possibly need! This story is proofread by the amazing @ccbsrmsf1. Thank you so much! 💙

A/N 2.0 || As of 14 April 2024, my requests are closed. I will work through the backlog of requests for the foreseeable future - once they are opened again, I will make an official announcement on my blog! 💙

EVENTS Masterlist || @anyfandomfluffbingo || Toothache Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Book Night || Covered with [kisses] Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Book Night || Cold hands + 'I'll do anything to keep you right here with me.' + 'Here's the day you hoped would never come.' Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Wild || ''Trust me." Masterlist || @multifandom-flash Compliments || It has been an honor Masterlist || @ultimatechrisbingo || Walk on the beach

GIF: Source || All graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

Main Masterlist || Chris Evans Masterlist

It's a beautiful Sunday afternoon as you walk on the beach with your husband, Chris, and your dog, Dodger. The sun is shining bright on you both, and he's wearing shorts and a shirt while you're dressed in a stunning sundress that flows around you beautifully with the wind coming from the ocean.

Dodger constantly runs back and forth with his tennis ball as you and Chris alternate between throwing. Your hands are interlaced, and now and again, he squeezes softly while looking over at you fondly. It's the weekend of your tenth wedding anniversary, and he surprised you with a trip to the beach with all three of you.

"What's on your mind, Princess?" Chris says after you've been awfully quiet for a while. He stops you in the middle of your tracks as he turns your bodies towards each other, and you're practically standing chest to chest.

"Nothing," you sigh as you cast your eyes down, pulling Chris into a much-needed hug. He nuzzles his face into your neck while his arms wrap tightly around you, his hands rubbing your back soothingly. You have to have your wisdom teeth removed in a few days, and he knows how afraid you are, but he will be there every step of the way.

"You're going to be okay, Princess. Trust me," Chris whispers, and you nod before letting a couple of tears glide down your cheeks, absorbed by the fabric of his T-shirt. The two of you stay there for a few minutes until Dodger interrupts the moment by jumping against you both, and you can't help but laugh through the tears.

"Okay, okay! I'll throw your ball, Buddy. No worries," you say between a few sniffles, wiping your tears away. Before you can bend down, Chris cups your cheeks to wipe the last tears away, and he captures your lips with a featherlight kiss that immediately leaves you wanting more. You bite your lip as he pulls away with a smile.

"I love you, and I promise you'll do amazing. I will be there every step of the way," he tells you, and you nod.

"Thank you, Chris," you whisper with a smile, and you finally bend down to throw the ball for Dodger, who runs after it like a dog with the energy of about five puppies combined. Chris pulls you into his side as you continue your walk, and after about an hour, you finally arrive back at the apartment you two have rented for the weekend.

Dodger is completely tuckered out as he's lying in the last bit of sun for the day, and you're in the kitchen cutting up some fruit while Chris is running both of you a relaxing bath. Seeing how it's the last evening of your anniversary vacation, he's planning on going all out to make it truly unforgettable.

"Are you ready for a relaxing bath, Mrs. Evans?" Chris asks as he stands behind you, his hands on your hips, lightly swaying you both from left to right to the soft music he turned on.

"I am, and how about you, Mr. Evans?" you ask as you turn in his hold, your arms wrapping around his neck to pull him close. When your chests touch, you feel your heart beating faster, and he bends down to put his forehead against yours.

"More than you know," he whispers against your lips as he leans in to kiss them softly, and you both slowly deepen the kiss. Your hands glide through his hair as soft moans escape from your lips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your sides. He pulls away all too soon for your liking, but he looks at you with a love-filled look that has your insides on fire at the sight.

"Come on, let's enjoy that bath together," he says before stealing one last kiss and grabbing your hand to lead you to the large bathroom. There, he put a few candles to add to the atmosphere, two glasses and a bottle of wine, lots of rose petals, and a rose-scented bath bomb in the bath. The music in the background finishes it off, and he closes the door behind you both to give you all the privacy you two could need.

Chris slips the straps of your dress down your shoulders, leaving you in nothing but a pair of panties in front of him, and his mouth curls into an appreciative smile.

"So beautiful," he says while his hands glide over your body, and your neck and shoulders are covered with kisses. Once you're completely bare for him, he turns you around so you have the opportunity to undress him, too - which you gladly do. From revealing his broad shoulders and small, muscular waist to revealing his bare, strong thighs, you take your time to unwrap him like a present on Christmas morning.

Chris first steps into the bath when he's completely bare, guiding you into the warm water to ensure you won't slip and fall. As soon as you're seated on his lap, Chris pours you a glass of your favorite wine before handing it to you. During your entire time in the tub, you two share many loving moments, funny jokes, and sweet touches and feed each other pieces of the fruit you've cut.

The entire time, the butterflies in your stomach go wild, and this is one of the best surprises Chris has ever prepared. He's never shy about wanting to surprise you, and something he goes all out, but moments like these will forever be your favorite.

"Thank you for everything this weekend. I will never forget it," you tell your husband as his hands softly massage your stomach underwater.

"You don't need to thank me, Princess; I'd happily give you the moon if I could, so this is the least I could do for my girl during our special weekend," he tells you, and you smile at his words. A warm feeling spreads through your body as he calls you his girl - even after being married for a decade.

"I love you, Chris," you tell him before cupping his cheeks and kissing his soft, pink lips softly, his facial hair tickling your hands a little bit.

"I love you too, Princess," he whispers against your lips, gradually deepening the kiss again, which you can never get enough of. Your husband's hands roaming over your body while you two get lost in a kiss is one of the best feelings in the world, and it's one you will look forward to every single day.

The day you have been dreading has finally arrived, as your alarm goes off too early for your liking. With a groan, you turn around and into Chris' waiting arms as he pulls you close against his hairy, bare chest.

"Mornin', Princess," he grumbles in his deep morning voice. If it were every other morning, you would have been more than happy to say good morning to him, but today's not an ordinary day because here's the day you hoped would never come.

"Do we really have to get up? I'll do anything to keep you right here with me," you try to convince your husband after your cuddle session is over, and much to your surprise, he gives in to your pleadings.

"Well, I suppose we do have about an hour before we have to be ready, so maybe I can calm your nerves a bit," Chris offers as he positions you on your back before caging you in by draping his body over you.

"Hmm, what did you have in mind?" you ask playfully, and the nerves are already calming slightly.

"I think you know exactly what I have in mind,” he says with a roll of his hips against yours, his erection teasing you between your spread legs. You bite your bottom lip to stop a moan from escaping at the friction, and Chris is nothing if not a man of his word as he spends the next 30 minutes pulling you apart until all you can think about is him.

"How're you feeling now, Princess? Are you still nervous?" Chris asks, and you giggle in response, unable to form a coherent sentence. He peppers your face with kisses before cleaning you both up and getting ready to head to the hospital.

Chris will be there every step of the way during your stay at the hospital, but despite that, the anxiety has definitely found its home in your body. You constantly bounce with your leg, you're having difficulty focusing on anything, and you're genuinely getting scared as soon as he pulls into the large parking structure that's attached to the hospital.

"Can you look at me for a moment, Princess?" Chris asks as he grabs hold of your hand. Your brows are furrowed as you look at him, and you're squeezing his hand as you do, but he doesn't mind.

"I know you're scared and anxious right now, but I promise to be there for you every step of the way, okay? From the moment you go into the treatment room, and they administer the anesthesia until you wake up after, I will be there, okay? I promise you that I am not going anywhere," he says, his large hands enveloping the hand closest to him.

"Do you trust me?" he asks, and you nod.

"Y-yeah, I trust you, Chris," you say with a small smile, though it doesn't reach your eyes.

"Okay, let's go inside then because they cannot come out here to do it," he jokes, and you smile at it despite not being in the mood for his silliness.

Not even 15 minutes later, you're being called in for your procedure, and Chris has called ahead of time to explain the entire situation. He's allowed to stay until you're completely under anesthesia, but after that, he has to leave the room until you're in the recovery room.

Your heart is beating out of your chest, and you're on the verge of tears as you squeeze Chris' hand tightly. He feels a bit of a knot in his stomach as he sees you like this. Despite that, he has to be strong for you. He can worry about himself later. Right now, you need him most.

"How are you feeling today, Mrs. Evans?" the dentist asks, but you don't answer. Instead, you look at your shoes while you fight against the tears threatening to spill over.

"It's okay, Princess. I'm here, okay? I promise you I won't go anywhere. I know you're scared and anxious, but he will make your toothache disappear, just like we talked about," Chris says, and you look over at him.

A certain warmth in his voice brings you a bit of calm, and you nod.

"Okay," you whisper, and even though your heart still feels like it's going to beat out of your chest, you eventually lie down so everyone can start prepping you for the removal of your wisdom teeth. During all this, Chris is standing in your line of sight while he holds your hand, so you know he's not going anywhere.

"Alright, you can say your goodbyes now; once the anesthesia starts, it will only be a matter of second before you're in a deep sleep," the anesthesiologist tells both you and Chris.

"I love you so much, Princess, and I am so incredibly proud of you for doing this. You're such a brave girl for me right now," Chris whispers between soft kisses on your forehead.

"I'll be right here with you when you wake up, okay? It will be over before you know it, and then we can go home to see Dodger again," he says, and you smile at the mention of your dog.

"I love you, Chris," you say before a few last pecks on your lips, and then it's officially time for you to go to sleep. As promised, Chris is petting your cheek softly while you go to sleep, and shortly after, he's ushered out of the room so they can get started.

The procedure goes smoothly, and less than an hour later, you're sleeping off your anesthesia in the recovery room. Chris is seated in a chair on the side of your bed, his hand holding yours as he rubs soothing circles with his thumb. When a soft groan leaves your mouth, he's up and standing next to your bed.

"Welcome back, Princess," he says as he smiles at you. Your eyes slowly open as you're greeted by the sound of your husband's voice.

"Thank you," you groan, seeing you're still groggy from the anesthesia. Your cheeks are definitely swollen, but you have gotten some medication for the pain, and Chris has also gotten a prescription for more that you two can pick up as you head out of the hospital later.

"You have cold hands," you suddenly say, and Chris can't help but laugh at your comment, combined with the way you're clinging onto his hand for dear life, trying to warm it back up.

"I'm sorry. I've been sitting by your side for so long that my hands must've gotten cold," Chris explains, but all you can see is his face.

"Beautiful," you whisper to your husband, who smiles at you.

"You're also beautiful, Princess," he says with a reassuring smile, making your heartbeat skip.

"I like it when you call me that; do it again!" you tell him.

"Yeah? Do you like it when I call you Princess? That's good because I can assure you that you're by far the most beautiful Princess in the entire world. You even looked like one during our wedding day," Chris tells you.

"We're married? Ooooh, I'm a lucky lady," you sigh as you look at him with fond eyes. Chris knows it's a side effect of all the medication you have gotten combined with the anesthesia, but that doesn't make it any less funny when you act like this.

"We are. You have been the beautiful Mrs. Evans for the past ten years already," he tells you, and your eyes twinkle at the thought of being married to the handsome man beside your bed.

Shortly after, the nurse comes to check on you, and not long after, you're allowed to go home, where you can fully recover from your procedure.

"I'm going to cuddle with Dodger when we're home," you tell Chris as he carefully wheels you to the car in one of the hospital-issued wheelchairs.

"I think he would love that, Princess. He always loves you a lot," Chris says, and you nod. Once you're seated in the car and strapped in, your husband returns the wheelchair before joining you in the car.

"Thank you for being my chaperone today," you say as you look at Chris, and a warm smile lights up his face.

"It has been an honor to be there for you today. I know you needed me, and just like I vowed to you a decade ago, I will be there for you through sickness and health. I will always be here for you, Princess, every step of the way," he says before lifting your hand and bringing it to his lips.

He kisses it softly before driving home, and when you're there, Chris prepares the couch for you to lie on. It doesn't take long before Dodger joins you, and you're getting the cuddles from him you've been craving so much. Today has been stressful, but with Chris by your side, nothing bad could ever happen to you.

After all, he's right there with you every step of the way.

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 2 years ago

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I posted 409 times in 2022

That's 309 more posts than 2021!

138 posts created (34%)

271 posts reblogged (66%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@missmaywemeetagain

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#my writing - 108 posts

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#elvis - 60 posts

#elvis presley x reader - 56 posts

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#the other evans girl - 38 posts

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My Top Posts in 2022:

Why You Gotta Be Like That?

Fandom: RPF, American Actor,

Pairing: Chris Evans x Female Reader

Characters: Chris Evans, Female Reader, Dodger Evans

Word Count: 999 // Rating: Teen & Up

Summary: When we walk in and it's past ten, I'ma tell 'em it's your fault

Tags/ Warnings: My Writing, Halloween Challenge, Writing Challenge, Songfics, Kissing, Flirting, Established Relationship, Anxiety, Love, Fluff, Parties, Mild Arguing, Dodger is V Upset About Being Left Alone, Songfic, Lyric Insert Chronically Late, if youre someone whos always late just know me and u arent friends, Why You Gotta Be Like That? // Scotty McCreery

Notes: This is part of my writing Challenge for Halloween 2022. All fics are based off of songs I love. The aim is to write one fic a day for 15 days straight. I’m doing a similar thing for Christmas but they will all be headcanons [requests welcome for that] Enjoy x

15 DAYS OF SONGFICS FOR HALLOWEEN (OCT 15TH - OCT 31ST)

7:53.

Chris sighed as he looked at his watch. They were supposed to be at this party at eight and he was currently sitting on his couch drink in hand waiting for Y/N to waltz down the stairs. Chris hated being late. His anxiety never let him be late for anything. He always knew the best route to get to where he was going. He even scoped out parking beforehand most of the time. He’d give himself ample time to get ready and would be waiting to leave at the time he’d planned.

Then he met Y/N. It wasn’t that she was out to annoy him. She wasn’t even planning to be late. It was just that she seemed to misjudge. If they had an appointment she’d ‘just need a shower’ before they left. If they were going on vacation they’d ‘just have to swing by her mom’s for her passport’. Every table reservation he made he always told her it was a half hour before to get a shot at being on time. He loved her to death but she didn’t half stress him out whenever they needed to be somewhere.

He took a sip of his whiskey and checked his watch again. It hadn’t moved. But Chris couldn’t sit there any longer. He got up and grabbed his keys off the sideboard and started pacing at the bottom of the stairs. Dodger looked up from his bed as he moved but seeing Chris holding the car keys he put his head back down moping at being left out from wherever they were going. Then she appeared at the top of the stairs.

She walked down them at an agonisingly casual pace as Chris watched her. As she hit the bottom step he looked at her, his eyebrows raised expectantly. ‘What?’ she said with a wry smile. ‘You realise we’ve gotta be across town in 6 minutes,’ he said checking his watch again. She looked at him with a smile and placed a hand on his chest before saying, ‘Christopher, Christopher, Christopher, it’s called being fashionably late.’

As she walked away from him towards the sideboard so she could look in the mirror Chris took her in. If he wanted to argue with her or complain he couldn’t. The wind was knocked out of him. Her outfit wasn’t outlandish, after all, they were only going to a friend's house for drinks. It was a simple pair of jeans and a white tank top but it was enough to get Chris’ motor running. She wasn’t paying attention to him. She was putting her lipstick on in the mirror as Chris watched her. Her hair fell down her back as she angled her ass towards him which was clad in tight jeans that hugged her frame. And up top, she had a simple tank top which as she bent over Chris could see her cleavage heaving in the mirror’s reflection.

She caught him watching her and smiled.

‘What?’ she giggled turning around as he came behind her, his hands caressing her waist as he spun her around. Chris sighed with a smile as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

‘You’re so predictable you know that?’ he giggled. ‘I’m the predictable one huh?’ she said as she traced her finger down his jaw and to his chest where her hand stopped and rested against him. She could feel his heart thumping away underneath it. ‘Definitely,’ he said leaning down to kiss her but she pulled away smirking. ‘And how am I so predictable Mr Evans?’ ‘Dressing like that because you know-’ ‘I know that you’re gonna be down here pacing like a tiger,’ she smirked. ‘Because I hate being late,’ he said. ‘I know, I know,’ she said, ‘but you know I’m never on time I don’t know why it surprises you.’ ‘Oh it doesn’t,’ he said, ‘like you wearing that little number doesn’t surprise me. Trying to get on my good side. See, predictable.’ ‘If I’m predictable,’ she whispered leaning in close, ‘then how come I knew that this would get you all hot and bothered huh?’

Chris went to say something but he stopped at a loss for words. She was right. His heart was racing and his trousers felt incredibly tight and all she had to do was flaunt in front of him for a couple of minutes.

‘See…predictable,’ she said sultrily, leaning in dangerously close to him that he could smell her perfume. Chris ran his tongue along his teeth and nodded and then in a flash, he bent down, grabbed her by the legs and threw her over his shoulder. She giggled as he did it beating weakly on his back.

‘Chris!’ she giggled, ‘what are you doing.’ ‘I’m showing you how predictable I am,’ he said heading for the stairs she had come down not five minutes ago. ‘And the party?’ she asked giving up fighting and resting against him instead. ‘Oh by the time I'm done with you it’ll be 10 o'clock,’ he said smugly. They were in the bedroom now and he had thrown her down on her bed, coming to hover over her. Her hair was splayed around her and she was resting on her elbows, her chest heaving from laughing at him.

‘And what do you suppose we tell them?’ she giggled as he leant down and kissed her neck. ‘We could tell them the truth,’ he said, each word punctuated by a kiss. ‘Or?’ ‘Or something more believable,’ he said simply, ‘you made us late.’ ‘Oh really?’ she giggled though it was finished by a moan as he sucked gently on a delicate spot by her collarbone. ‘Like they wouldn’t believe that,’ he chuckled. ‘Guess it’s a good job we’re both so predictable then,’ she giggled.

I set down my whiskey and you kiss me, You lean your back against the wall, When we walk in and it's past ten, I'ma tell 'em it's your fault.

143 notes - Posted October 23, 2022

Anything Like Me

Fandom: American Actor, RPF

Pairing: Austin Butler x Pregnant Female Reader

Characters: Austin Butler, Female Reader, Original Female Character, Lori Butler, David Butler

Word Count: 1750 // Rating: Teen & Up

Summary: It's safe to say that I'm gonna get my pay back if he's anything like me

Tags/ Warnings: My Writing, Halloween Challenge, Writing Challenge, Songfics, Pregnant Reader, Dad Austin, Idk Austins Dad Please dont come for me, Parental Loss, Grief, Death of a Parent, Pregnancy, Love, Angst, Fluff, Established Relationship, Childhood, Worry, Divorce, Self Doubt, Insecurities, Child of Divorce, Anything Like Me // Brad Paisley

15 DAYS OF SONGFICS FOR HALLOWEEN (OCT 15TH - OCT 31ST)

‘So,’ the doctor said as she placed cold gel on my stomach, ‘halfway there now. Are you excited?’ ‘Definitely,’ Austin answered from beside me. He was sitting on a stool, his hand interlaced with mine as I lay on the examination table ready for my twenty-week ultrasound. I looked at him, watching as his eyes lit up as he looked at the doctor, already a proud father. ‘And what about mom?’ she said as she started fiddling around with the ultrasound machine. ‘Yeah,’ I said, ‘though my backs already hurting so I’m not looking forward to being any bigger.’ ‘I’ve told her she needs to take it easy,’ Austin said, rolling his eyes. ‘I am!’ I protested. ‘Yeah, which is why I found you painting the baby’s room at 3 am,’ he chuckled. ‘I couldn’t sleep,’ I defended, looking at the doctor as I explained, ‘heartburn.’ ‘A mother’s curse,’ the doctor chuckled, ‘I can prescribe you some antacids that should help. But he’s right, you should be taking it easy.’ ‘Okay, okay,’ I said, ‘I didn’t know it was gang up on the pregnant lady day.’ ‘Well how about we stop all that and have a look at the baby,’ the doctor said. She swivelled the screen around so we could see.

The sonograph came on the screen and I took in every inch of it. The baby looked different from our last scan. Our last one had been very early in my pregnancy and due to Austin’s work schedule, we hadn’t managed to get back here. The baby had been a tiny thing with a big head, little arms and a hint of a tail. Now it looked like a baby, albeit tiny. A lump formed in my throat as I watched it moving on the screen and when I looked at Austin there were tears in his eyes.

‘And here's the baby's heartbeat,’ she said, clicking a button so a fluttering thump echoed around the room. ‘Woah,’ Austin said softly as he held my hand underneath his chin. ‘So,’ the doctors said, knocking the sound off. Austin pulled back but kept hold of my hand, ‘baby seems happy and healthy. Mom's blood work and measurements seem on target. Would you like to know the sex?’ ‘Yes,’ I said. ‘No,’ Austin said simultaneously. We looked at each other in shock. ‘You don’t want to find out?’ I said quietly, we hadn’t spoken about it beforehand. We’d shared our ideas on names but hadn’t landed on anything. I just figured that we’d find out at this scan and then decide from there. ‘No,’ he said, ‘I wanted it to be a surprise.’ ‘Babe this whole pregnancy was a surprise,’ I giggled. ‘I know, I guess I just like the wonder of not knowing,’ he said. My eyes searched his pensive face. There was something more to it I could tell but I didn’t exactly want to get into whatever it was in front of my OBGYN. ‘If you want I can write it down and you can take it away. That way you can look at it anytime you want,’ she said. ‘No,’ Austin replied quietly, ‘it’s okay. Hit us with it.’

The doctor turned back to the screen and hit a few buttons so the image remained still. Then with a dainty finger, she pointed at a little bump. I squinted trying to determine what it was but she said, ‘you see that thing right there?’ ‘Yeah,’ we nodded. ‘That means you’re having a boy,’ she said. The lump in my throat returned. A boy. A little Austin. I could picture him now in my mind. A cheeky little thing with blonde hair and crystal blue eyes.

I was already in love but as I looked at Austin he didn’t seem to be in the same headspace. He caught my gaze and smiled weakly. I squoze his hand and he kissed my fingers but said nothing. My mind whirred at whatever was the matter with him but I decided it would have to wait.

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Austin was quiet on the way home from the hospital. I had decided to let him have some space. To let him think. That was hours ago. Since then I had done two loads of laundry, ordered a ton of baby stuff and just finished putting dinner in the oven. As I placed the oven mitts on the side I wandered around downstairs and discovered Austin was nowhere to be found.

I trudged upstairs and found him sitting on our bed with a box of keepsakes in front of him, the contents of which were spread out around him. I lingered by the door frame watching him for a moment before he noticed me. He looked up at me with a small smile.

‘Hey,’ I said as I padded into the room. I put my hand on his cheek and he kissed it scooching over so I could sit next to him on the bed. ‘Hi,’ he mumbled. ‘You okay?’ I asked. ‘Fine,’ he said. I looked at him and quirked an eyebrow. ‘Are you sure?’ I said, ‘cos you’ve been awfully quiet.’ Austin sighed and leaned back against the headboard pulling me with him. I fell against him and tucked myself into his grasp as he moved my hair off my face. ‘I guess I’ve just been a little bothered,’ he said quietly. ‘About the baby?’ I asked, feeling him nod against me, ‘what is it?’ ‘I don’t know,’ he murmured, ‘I guess I never really thought about having a boy.’ I pulled back from him, my eyes searching his face as my brows knitted together, ‘what?‘ ‘I know, I know,’ he said, ‘it’s stupid.’ ‘No, it’s just you gotta have realised it was fifty/fifty shot,’ I giggled leaning back into him. He smirked and nodded as I traced my fingers over the back of his hand which was gripping my waist. ‘I did,’ he said quietly, ‘I guess it just worries me.’ ‘What does?’ ‘Having a boy.’ ‘A baby’s a baby,’ I said. ‘I know I know,’ he sighed, moving so he could look at me, ‘I guess I just thought that with a girl at least you’d know what to do. I guess with a boy I feel like I should know what to do. How to lead, you know.’ ‘That’s silly,’ I said, ‘boy or girl we’re not going to be prepared.’ ‘I guess,’ he said, ‘it’s just…’ ‘Just?’ ‘I guess I’m worried he’s gonna be exactly like me,’ he said.

I pulled up a little and peered up at his face, my mouth agape. The idea of him being a mini Austin had been a wonderful one to me.

‘Aus, you’re the best man I know,’ I baulked. He rolled his eyes, ‘yeah but I was a handful.’ ‘I’m sure you were,’ I giggled. ‘I don’t think there was a summer where I didn't have something in a cast,’ he said. He fumbled around on the bed, producing a photo of him proudly showing off his casted arm. ‘Kids break their arms Aus,’ I said. ‘It’s not just that. When my parents split up I was a nightmare. I got into fights, I pretended to be ill to get out of school,’ he said. ‘That’s all normal kid stuff,’ I said but he shook his head. ‘I guess. It just worries me…because I was so close to my mom but not my dad. I guess I don’t know what to do with it because I’ve never had that sort of relationship you know?’ he said. I nodded as he continued, ‘when they split up I was so angry. I refused to play football like my dad wanted me to. I knew it wasn’t his fault but I was so mad at him. And I put on my mom a lot but she seemed to know what to do. My dad had no idea where to start. And that made me angrier. I was his son and he just ignored me hoping the problem would sort itself out. Then I just acted out more. Staying out too late, dropping out of school against his wishes for acting. I put my mom through the wringer because he didn’t get me.’ ‘Just because your dad was like that doesn’t mean you will be. It doesn’t mean that you won’t know what to do. What you didn’t have you can give our baby. And you’re not expected to do it on your own. I’m here. We’re doing this together,’ I said, placing his hand on my belly as I looked at him. His face fell and he dropped his gaze from mine causing a pit to form in my stomach.

‘What if it’s not?’ he whispered, ‘what if we split up? What if I lose you?’ ‘Aus-‘ ‘Don’t say it won’t happen. I never thought I’d lose my mom but I did,’ he whispered. I sighed as I felt tears in my eyes. I tucked myself into him so I could hide my face from his gaze, allowing him to cuddle me tightly, his lips on my head. He kissed it gently. ‘I can’t promise that. No one can,’ I said quietly after a moment, ‘but your mom didn’t want to leave you. They didn’t want to get divorced. No one does. But we don’t have control over everything. But we can choose to react differently. Better. We can support our kid just like your mom supported you. Be the parents we needed when we were younger. Okay?’ ‘Okay,’ he mumbled, kissing me again. ‘Even if he puts us through hell. If we have countless sleepless nights. We’re going to keep going. Because one day he’ll be grown up, sitting on his bed looking through memories and pictures worrying about if he’s gonna be a good dad,’ I said. ‘I bet you’re right,’ he said. ‘I always am,’ I chuckled. ‘I’ll remember that,’ he smirked into my hair. ‘You should. And I for one am ecstatic to have another little you running about,’ I chuckled. ‘Yeah?’ he said. ‘Oh definitely,’ I said, ‘blonde hair, blue-eyed and a cheeky smile.’ ‘That's what you think about me as a kid?’ he chuckled. ‘Am I wrong?’ ‘No,’ he said, ‘but I’m sure you were just as cheeky.’ ‘Oh honey,’ I whispered, ‘if you were worried about having a boy let me tell you. A girl like me is no walk in the park.’ ‘Don't I know it,’ he chuckled.

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191 notes - Posted October 31, 2022

Dating Elvis Would Include (Headcanon)

He was the smoothest guy you’d ever met

Those cheeky lil smiles and his pickup lines would have you hot under the collar but you’d refuse to let him know it

Playing hard to get would drive him crazy

‘You think that’d impress me?’ ‘It impressed the other 500 women there so yeah’ ‘well I ain’t any woman’ ‘noted’

But after teasing him you’d finally let him take you on a date

And boy was it something

He’d be super chivalrous

He’d 100% buy flowers on the first date

Opening doors & pulling your chair out

Always having his hand on the small of your back

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My #1 post of 2022

Liability

Fandom: Bullet Train

Pairing: Tangerine x Female Reader

Characters: Tangerine, Female Reader, Lemon

Tags: Bullet Train, Arguing, Friendship, Insecurity, Fucking, Fingering, Smut, Mild Angst, Kissing, Interupted Sex, Aftercare’s a bit shit, Moustaches, Tangerine & Lemon, Lemon & Reader are tight, established friendship, Female Reader, Penis in Vagina Sex, Fucking against a wall, quickies, if one of y’all speaks Japanese I am very sorry, Readers Codename is Peach

Summary: Reader and Tangerine fight and make up

Notes: that bit where tangerine 🍊 gets interrupted yeah it’s a bit different

‘Whoever killed him has that suitcase,’ Tangerine said.

‘A diesel,’ Lemon said, clicking his finger and pointing at me. I smirked as Tangerine’s jaw tightened.

‘A Diesel definitely has that briefcase,’ I said looking at Lemon who sat across from me.

‘Will you stop comparing everything to Thomas the fucking tank engine?!’ Tangerine snapped as his fingers pinched the bridge of his nose. Lemon and I fell quiet for a moment as we watched him heave a heavy sigh. Silence fell between the three of us, well four if you counted the contractors dead son who was sitting beside us blood staining his cheeks. Finally, Lemon piped up, ‘Well it’s not an Edward who’s got it is it?’

‘For fuck-‘ Tangerine started but I cut him off.

‘Oh don’t be so narky,’ I snapped back, ‘besides the blokes dead now nothing we can do about it. I say we find the briefcase-‘

‘Oh so the white death can chop off just one limb each instead of both-‘

‘Well what do you suppose we do? We can’t magic him back to life but we can find the briefcase it’s on this train somewhere for fuck sake,’ I said, irritation riling inside of me.

I loved Tangerine. Adored him but sometimes he was really fucking irritating. Always looking on the black side of things. Always worrying. We’d always got out of things before. Why would it be any different this time?

‘Yeah well maybe if you had kept track of it like you were supposed to we wouldn’t be in this fucking mess,’ he spat.

‘Oh is that right? All three of us were responsible for it not just me. Because this job was for the three of us if I remember rightly.’

‘Well maybe I liked it better when it was just the two of us,’ he grumbled.

‘Tangerine-‘ Lemon interjected but I was hot on his tail that rage bubbling up.

‘Oh is that right?’ I said, ‘you’d rather it was just you? Just the guys?’

‘You know what…yeah,’ Tangerine said. His jaw was set and his eyes stony.

‘I’m just a liability huh?’ I said. My arms were folded now trying to hold myself together. I could feel the ache around my chest as I looked at him, almost egging him on to say all the things I’d worried about since I’d first joined the boys.

‘You’re not a liability-‘ Lemon said, looking between me and his brother as if we were two tennis players slinging the ball across the court to one another.

‘Well she’s not a fucking help,’ Tangerine said in a low voice that almost sounded like a growl. If I wasn’t so angry I’d be turned on with how he looked right now. His jaw was clenched, his eyes dark and flaming. His arms were pulsing against his shirt, tight and taught against his muscles.

We locked eyes for a moment, neither of us wavering until finally I broke contact. I turned in my seat grappling with the coat I had thrown across the head rest.

‘Peach,’ Lemon said as I stood up next to Tangerine who rolled his eyes. I was trapped in my seat and he didn’t seem to want to move, no doubt seeing that as giving in somehow.

‘Move,’ I said, looking down at him with a look of disgust.

‘Look Peach,’ he said, holding a large hand clad in thick rings in front of me.

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870 notes - Posted September 5, 2022

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