#evan crying; please shut the fuck up

[until-the-house-shakes]

If Barty Crouch Jr lived today, he would 100% be fluent in gen alpha brainrot terms, he would annoy the shit out of his friends, and nobody would know if he's using it ironically or unironically

The Slytherin Skittles def make him pay a ‘troubling our mental health’ fee whenever he says something a little too gen alpha

[starboye]

pairing: chris hemsworth x male reader

request: Chris Hemsworth x twink!reader in a full nelson position? Size difference, degradation, rough sex and daddy kink please. Could it be that Chris discovered that reader was sleeping with other men like Chris Evans, Tom Holland, Will Poulter, etc? Chris is reader's sugar daddy and Chris is married, so technically they weren't dating. But Chris got so jealous (and very horny) when he found out reader was a whore that after the intense sex he promises to leave his wife for him and make it official. Even letting other men continue sleeping with reader, only Chris is now part of it now.

warnings: smut, rough sex, breeding kink, daddy kink, sugar baby reader, slight degradation, cheating!sugar daddy!chris, mentions of reader having sex with other actors, size difference

"you think its cute to be whoring yourself out to them huh" chris bellows while plowing into at a relentless pace, your back firmly placed against hid big chest while his hand wrapped around you neck drawing a gasp out of you "no" you yelp trying to slow chris' thrusts by pushing him back but he just grabs you hands and pin them to your back and pushes your face into the bed with your ass up in the air.

"then who does this sweet pussy belong to" he questions as his hands pushes your face further into the bed "yours daddy only yours" you breathlessly say as tears drip down your cheeks from the hours over over stimulation chris has put you through "and who's dick is the only dick for this hole" chris asks slapping your ass a couple times "yours sir" you say trying your hardest not to faint "yeah thats right no man is ever gonna pleasure your slutty ass the way i do" chris spits slamming into you with big thrust, a loud clap coming after each one.

"please chris i cant take it anymore" you beg "shut up, you weren't saying that when you were going around and letting those other men use your body like a prostitute" he says huskily, pounding you deeper into the matress "if you dont stop im gonna fucking break" you try and convince him "good then those others bitches wont get to use you anymore" chris snarls "please i need a break" you plea "shut up whores like you dont get breaks, whores that let other men use their hole raw" he roughly says.

you felt like your whole core was on fire for the countless hours of chris fucking you but it was your fault for letting chris, tom, and will fuck you, but how could you deny them with their hunk bodies and huge dicks, it was impossible but this is the consequences of your actions.

"i should fill you up so much it'll look like you're pregnant so they know not to fuck you" chris grunts grazing the good spot in your hole for the hundredth time, and you moan to chris' words "you like that, the idea of me getting you pregnant you walking around with a belly full of my cum" chris laughs at your reaction making you moan more and more to the idea "yes" you lightly say.

"speak up, y know i cant hear you when you're getting ruined like this" he says pulling your head up by your hair to face him "please ruin my hole, fill me up with you cum, i wanna be pregnant by you" you beg thrusting your ass back on his dick, "im gonna ruin your tiny body so much" chris growls through shut teeth "please do daddy" you plea "yeah now who do you belong to baby" chris asks as he slams into again "yours daddy" you answer sloppily "thats right and im gonna make sure you remember that" chris smirks pinning your arms behind you.

"my wife's pussy could never compare to you" chris says trowing his head back in ecstasy "thank you" you cry out as chris fills you up for the fifth or sixth time, he groans loudly as you milk the cum out of his dick, still so tight after so long of fucking session.

chris plops next to you with a light grunt "you okay" he asks sweetly, moving the hairs that are stuck to your forehead by sweat "yeah... just a little tired" you huff "dont worry ill buy you whatever you want after this" he coos "thank you chris" you say "and i promise ill leave my wife so we can be together for the rest of our lives" chris says rubbing your back"

"yeah okay" you say turning away, chris had said that same thing every time you guys fucked but never went through with it "hey look at me" he demands turning your face towards him by your chin "i promise this time" he says kissing your forehead "and you know what i guess you can continue fucking the other guys but-" he says but before he can finish you hug him "thank you chris" you excitedly say.

"hey now let me finish, you can continue fucking them but only if im their" chris emphasizes the but "fine i can deal with that" you huff playfully before kissing chris deeply "i love you" chris says pulling you into a cuddle "i love you too" you reply laying your head onto chris' chest and falling asleep.

[theemporium]

Fluff you say? What about sirius in an established relationship still pining hopelessly after reader, like she’s across from him in the library or they meet up after class and sirius is all heart eyes and trying to touch her and kiss her as if they’ve been separated for years???

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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One hour.

You had been apart from your boyfriend for one hour and he was acting as though you had been shipped off to war or something equally as dramatic.

He had a double free period in the afternoon, one hour of which he shared with you before you disappeared off to your herbology class. And unfortunately for his friends, it meant they were left dealing with an undeniably whiny Sirius until you returned.

“Pads, I swear to fuck—”

“This is not the support I need, Moony,” Sirius sighed heavily. “Where’s the emotional support in this friendship? Where is the concern for my happiness?”

Remus closed his eyes, his fingers pressed against his temples. “She’s coming back, I don’t know why you’re acting like she won’t.”

“Sorry for missing my girlfriend,” Sirius scoffed.

“You should be,” James piped up, lifting his head from the textbook he had been lying face first on. “You’re being dramatic. And that’s coming from me.”

Sirius glared between his two best friends. “Evans would never treat me like this.”

“Lily would hex your mouth shut before you could even start crying,” James snorted.

“I just want to be with—”

“Your girlfriend, yes! We get it!” Remus interrupted, opening his eyes just to find a pout on his friend’s lips. “Oh for fuck’s sake.”

Sirius lifted his chin. “All I’m saying is—”

“Oh no, what’s he on about now?”

All three boys’ heads whirled around as they watched you approach their table they had snagged in the courtyard. You had your book bag over your shoulder, a few books in your hands and a tired smile on your face as you walked towards them after your last class of the day.

It was a sight to behold as Sirius scrambled up from his seat, meeting you halfway as he grabbed your face and placed a smacking kiss against your lips.

“My love,” he grinned down at you as he quickly took your books and bag from you, placing them on the table before wrapping his arms around you.

“Hi baby,” you laughed, your arms wounding around his waist as you swayed back and forth.

“Missed you,” he murmured against your neck, letting out a wistful sigh as he felt your fingers run through his hair.

“You saw me earlier, Sirius,” you snorted, catching the eyes of both Remus and James over your boyfriend’s shoulders. “Can’t have missed me that much.”

James snorted. “Wanna bet?”

Sirius pulled back, ignoring both his friends as he simply smiled down at you. “C’mon, let’s go.”

Your brows furrowed together. “Where are we going?”

“To nap in my dorm,” he said with a cheeky grin. “And get away from these pricks.”

“Please keep your hands to yourself!” James groaned. “I don’t need to walk in on anything again.”

Sirius grabbed your belongings, not letting you hold a single item before he flashed his friends a smile, already dragging you away from the table.

“Keep your eyes closed then, Prongs!”

.

[siriussslut]

ok so i was looking through the links 🫣 and was wondering if you'd write something for "taking them both" that you put for rosekiller SKJDJDHDJD

glad you’re enjoying the links🤭🤭 and yes of course! (based off of this link) i hope u like this🫶🏻

warnings: threesome, throatfucking, degrading, rough sex, slapping use of “slut”, “whore”, “cumslut”, and “fuck-toy”

masterlist

barty thrusts into you from behind, running a hand over the bare swell of your ass. he kneads the soft flesh with his hand, so hard you’re sure it’ll leave a mark. you moan around evan’s cock, shoved so far down your throat you can barely think, let alone breathe.

you slide your mouth upwards to give yourself some air, leaving one hand to play with his balls to keep him occupied. the other is resting on his pubic bone, lazily playing with his curly hairs. evan taps your cheek. “take it again, slut.”

you obey, though you hardly have a choice as he roughly shoves your head back down. the two boys are on opposite ends of your body, but they’re both so deep you bet they can probably feel each other inside.

barty sticks a finger up your asshole, spreading a third hole of yours open. you whimper on evan’s cock, drool dripping down his shaft. barty hears you and laughs, slapping your ass cheek before adding another finger.

you feel like you’re being split open from three separate areas all at once.

evan grunts. “such a fucking whore, taking us both at once.”

his words cause your pussy to throb, and you can feel yourself leaking against barty’s dick. he twitches inside of you at the feeling.

“she’s just a little cumslut, a fuck-toy for us to use as we please,” barty chimes in, thrusting into you again, and again, and again.

“you should see her face,” evan says, nodding over at him while you softly squeeze his balls. “fucking crying, the little slut.”

barty laughs cruelly, forcing another finger into your tight little asshole.

tears drip down your face as you gag around evan’s huge cock, mixing with your saliva, his pre-cum, and both of your’s sweat. you slow your pace on his dick for a moment, trying to blink the mascara-filled tears away, and he slaps you sharply across the face. you feel the sting, knowing your cheek is bright red, and resume a quickened pace.

evan throws back his head, eyes fluttering shut. he reaches down with one hand and traces his finger around your swollen nipple. “oh, that’s good. just like that,” he pinches your nipple now, his free hand grabbing your exposed breast. “you little whore. such a dirty fucking slut, sucking me off while barty fucks you,” he continues muttering profanities as his cock jerks around inside your throat, pulling out to release thick ropes of cum across your face. you close your eyes as he paints you with his babies, licking your lips to get a taste.

evan continues playing with your tits as barty finishes inside of you, painting your insides white to match your fucked-out face.

[itsallyscorner]

The Sour Tour | Marvel Cast

pairing: marvel cast x teen!reader

warnings: none

summary: the youngest marvel cast member goes on tour💜

a/n: this fic does not correlate with any other fics I’ve made that include the Sour album

face claim: Olivia Rodrigo

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(y/n)(l/n) The Sour Tour has finally begun! Thank you (home state) for kicking it off to an incredible start! Can’t wait to see you all so soon🥹💜

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brielarson my sweet angel baby

brielarson love you so much can’t wait to see you!!!!!!!!💖💖

(y/n)fan1 HERE WE GOOOOOOOOOO

(y/n)fan2 THE SET LIST??? CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE SET LIST

(y/n)fan3 HAPPIER THEN TRAITOR BACK TO BACK???

(y/n)fan4 ITS LIKE SHE WANTS TO SEE US CRYYY

(y/n)(l/n) bc I do🧍‍♀️

(y/n)fan5 WHAT THE FUCK

tomholland2013 FINNA BE IN PIT

(y/n)fan6 HE FINNA BE IN PITTTTT🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

zendaya @/tomholland2013 bro shut up

robertdowneyjr Wishing you the best of luck, see you soon bee🐝❤️

paulbettany You’re going to do great!!😃

lifeisaloha Love you fam🫶🏼

(y/n)(l/n) All the love Jacobbbb🫶

(y/n)updates I’m ready.

(y/n)fan7 you’re the harryflorals of (y/n) stans

(y/n)fan8 where’s (y/n)scloset????

(y/n)scloset I’m hereeeee🙋‍♀️

markruffalo Wishing you a FANTASTIC and safe tour❤️

(y/n)(l/n) thank you Mark!!❤️

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(y/n)(l/n) North America tour dump✨🦋💜🎸🔮💿🎀

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chrisevans can you just pls sign my poster?

chrisevans please (y/n) I’ve been waiting outside for 30 minutes and teenagers scare the shit out of me

anthonymackie get in line

imsebastianstan I was here first

mcufan1 ya’ll are actual children

evansfan1 @/chrisevans don’t act like we didn’t just see you and Scott going off during Good 4 u👀

elizabetholsen So so so proud!!🤩❤️

mcufan2 Lizzie these are very millennial emojis

(y/n)fan9 MOTHER

(y/n)fan10 MOTHER IS MOTHERING

scarlettjohansson You are the most incredible person I know, what an honor it was to see you live❤️

mcufan3 I SAW YOU AT THE NEW YORK SHOW!!!!!

letitiawright TO EUROPE SHE GOES!!! Can’t wait to see you💜

chrishemsworth can you please do a shoey when you come to Australia?

(y/n)(l/n) no❤️

(y/n)fan11 outta them Doc Martins?💀

(y/n)(l/n) @(y/n)fan11 I swear my feet don’t smell bad

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imsebastianstan ALL THE FLOWERS FOR YOU💐

tagged (y/n)(l/n)

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elizabetholsen MY BABY❤️

(y/n)fan12 mother sighting

(y/n)fan13 the marvel cast is so cute

mcufan4 They really are her second family🥹

anthonymackie Wtf you went without me?

paulrudd I had a great time Sebastian🫶

paulrudd @(y/n)(l/n) you were phenomenal

anthonymackie YOU WENT WITH PAUL???

mcufan5 LMAOOOOO

mcufan6 NOT SEBASTIAN BEING UNRESPONSIVE

(y/n)(l/n) love you Paul <3

(y/n)(l/n) THANK YOU FOR COMING💜💜💜

vancityreynolds YOU BETRAYED ME.

(y/n)fan14 is his singing a lyric or is he also yelling at Seb?

mcufan7 Ryan what—

mcufan8 Seb what’s your favorite song off the sour album??

imsebastianstan Traitor and Favorite Crime

(y/n)fan15 Bucky coded.

mcufan9 i bet these are on his Bucky playlist

Chris Evans via Instagram Story:

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robertdowneyjr You little legend you💜 What an incredible show @(y/n)(l/n) put on tonight at LA! Your talent, charisma, and presence made this such a memorable experience. This show was anything but Sour, the room was full of love and it’s all what (Y/n) deserves. Proud of you always, your Pops❤️

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mcufan10 “Proud of you always, your pops”🥹

(y/n)(l/n) It meant so much for you and your family to come out tonight, thank you so much I love you all❤️

(y/n)fan16 I’m crying this is so sweet😭

therussobrothers Can’t wait to document such a legend

mcufan11 excUSE ME?

mcufan12 WHAT—

(y/n)fan17 A TOUR DOCUMENTARY???

(y/n)(l/n) coming soon on Disney+😉

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(y/n)(l/n) Quick pit stop⛽️

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zendaya face card never declines

(y/n)scloset bestie where is the sweater in the fourth slide from?

(y/n)scloset unfortunately could not find it :(

(y/n)(l/n) my nana made it <3

(y/n)fan18 we love nana😌

tomholland2013 2 MORE WEEKS TILL IM IN PIT😎😎😎🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

anthonymackie shut up

zendaya you’re embarrassing me🫣

(y/n)fan19 TOM FINNA BE IN PIT YALL🔥🔥🔥

florencepugh you look better in my sunglasses than I do

(y/n)fan20 besties

(y/n)(l/n) I’ll give them back to you when I’m in London😌

haileesteinfeld my baby girlll😍

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(y/n)(l/n) UK BABY OI OI🇬🇧👑☕️

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(y/n)fan21 OI OIIIIII

(y/n)fan22 she’s such a One Direction fan I love it

florencepugh you mystical, voice of an angel, fairy baby I love youuuu🧚‍♀️❤️

(y/n)fan23 FLO WAS AT NIGHT 1

(y/n)fan24 I CANT BELIEVE I WAS IN THE SAME ROOM AS FLORENCE AND (Y/N)

flofan1 The fact that Flo was backstage and not at the guest section🥹😭

mcufan11 WHERE IS TOM????

brielarson my cutie pie🥰

mcufan12 (Y/N) (L/N) WORLD DOMINATION

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tomholland2013 told you guys I was finna be in pit😎🔥

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imsebastianstan unbelievable

mcufan13 how was Tom even allowed in pit with all the fans???😭😭

chrisevans wtf bro

paulrudd OH so this is pit

mcufan14 not paul not knowing what pit is😭😭

anthonymackie she only let you into pit to make you shut up😒

mcufan15 Tom riling everyone up is hilarious😭😭

(y/n)fan25 I’m just as salty ac Mackie tbh..

tomholland2013 don’t be so jealous, there’s always next tour🤪

(y/n)fan26 was right next to Tom the entire concert and I swear I love the man, but he kept screaming in my ear💀

zendaya @/tomholland2013 can never take you anywhere man

(y/n)fan27 Tom’s just a fellow girly pop✨

[regregregulusblack]

My official intro post . ⋆✮ ˚ . ✩°｡⋆｡

𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘. My name is Regulus Black, and no, you are NOT allowed to call me Reg or Reggie.

A photo my friend Evan took of me without my permission. I will never forgive you, @barbie-wants-to-be-me-fr !!!

I am intersex and I go by he/they pronouns. I don’t like to label myself, but at least I am not straight. I am single and not looking for anyone at all at the moment. I am also autistic and have ADHD. NOT the wild sort. The fucking-tired-bitch-stfu-sort.

My interests:

• Art

• Quidditch (I’m a seeker)

• Poetry (both reading and writing)

• Reading books

• Defence of the Dark Arts

• Analysing every single lyric in every single Taylor Swift song and crying about it

• Makeup

On this blog I will be posting quotes, poetry, art, photographs and selfies and just silly little things that I feel like sharing. If I see any posts about me, I will read them and BEWARE, I will be critical. So you might see me around :) You have been warned.

You will also probably see me having chats with my friends, @remus-lupin-offical is one of them but I’m still waiting for my other idiot friends to finish making their bloody accounts. I will add them here as soon as I can! Update: Took as them long enough, but now they’re also on Tumblr! People you will see me interacting with:

• @sirius-thesstar (Ew)

• @remus-lupin-offical (Why’d you choose my idiot brother as your boyfriend? You’re better than this.)

• @the-real-marls-mckinnon

• @xxcassiexx Dorcas Meadows, a Slytherin I have deep respect for. Say hi to Dorcas!

• @barty-not-barry (My batshit crazy friend)

• @pandora-notyetalovegood (Fellow Slytherin, say hi!)

• @lily-evans-for-ya (In a world of annoying people you are a nice person. Take it as a compliment or don’t. It’s up to you.)

• @captainjamespotter (Annoying Gryffindor)

• @stolemyheelsfromlegolas (DO NOT CALL ME REGIANO FFS) (MARY YOU HEAR ME?!)

• @barbie-wants-to-be-me-fr (Another lovely Slytherin asshole, he and Barty should just shut up and kiss by the way)

• @ur-local-peter-pettigrew (Gryffindor)

• @itty-bitty-bella (Cousin)

• @therealcissyblack (Cousin who loves me :))

• @andro-black (Cousin AS WELL)

• @the-best-slytherin (Luna, a fellow Slytherin)

• @yourfavouritehufflepuffgirl (Ew Hufflepuffs) (Ooc: I love Hufflepuffs)

You will see me arguing with my brother, @sirius-thesstar. Like, a lot. Don’t mind Sirius, he’s an idiot. If we’re arguing in French, do NOT translate if you’re a scaredy cat…

Do not interact if:

• You’re Sirius and you’re mad at me

• You’re a Gryffindor (yeah that goes for you too Sirius) (Slytherin is the best Hogwarts house)

• You’re transphobic

• You’re homophobic

• You don’t like me for some other reason

• You’re a Taylor Swift hater

I love Taylor. Don’t you ever disrespect her. Her new album only further proves that she’s a true poet. Even @sirius-thesstar agrees with me on that.

Other things I love are:

• Cats (I dream of having two black cats and naming them Phoebe and Ruby)

• The sea (It’s so calming to watch, but I HATE swimming. It’s too cold. And wet. Yuck.)

• The rain

• Conan Gray (No one can take his album “Superache” from me. Don’t ever try or I’ll bite you.)

Hope I’ll see you around! (Or not. Depending on my mood)

My tags: #regregregulusreg, #thetorturedpoetofthecave, #regussy, #regulussy

Random edit: Ooc: Eh so I’m a minor and I’m a victim of actual physical and mental abuse and I’m still going through stuff, so eh, “Reggie” might be talking jokingly about abusive parents and a tough upbringing on here and stuff like that… just know that that is my fucked up coping mechanism okay, and I don’t mean any harm, and please if you’re joking around with me about abuse don’t take it too far since it might be triggering for me. Thank you.

[gigglesandfreckles-hp]

I AM HERE FOR THE TEENAGE JILY ANGST

So just to be a little more evil to them can you please do "Can we talk?" and "I think we've all said what we wanted to say." 😈😈😈

lily got her drama moment, so it's james's turn because i am nothing if not fair and magnanimous.

from this prompt list

Lily liked it better when she didn’t know all his secrets, didn’t know there was nowhere in this bloody castle she could hide because he has a map. It’s why she’s only startled, not surprised when she turns the corner headed down toward Potions and runs into him on the fifth floor.

“No,” she says, immediately picking up her pace to walk past him.

His long legs meet her stride easily. “Stop running away from me, Lil. Just—”

“I’m late for Potions.”

“Fuck Potions, Evans. I need to talk to you.”

“It can wait.”

“It can’t,” he insists.

“I don’t want—” But her defence is intercepted by a tight grip on her forearm as he grabs her and tugs her straight out of the main traffic of the corridor, ignoring her protests as he pushes past a tapestry and stops them in the secluded alcove just on the other side.

The jerky movement loosens several strands from her plait, which simply won’t do for Potions. As soon as he releases her arm, she reaches up to pull the elastic from her hair, intending to redo it quickly.

Before she can grab a section of hair, James’s hand darts out, snatching the elastic from her fingers and stuffing it into the front pocket of his trousers.

“What are you—”

“Can we talk?” he asks earnestly, leaning toward her.

He smells good. That annoying boy smell that isn’t something Lily would ever want in a bottle of fragrance for herself, but somehow she knows she wouldn’t mind bathing in it, sleeping next to it, living in a house full of it forever.

She chooses her words carefully. “I think we’ve both said what we wanted to say.”

“When exactly did that happen? Because I seem to remember you disappearing as soon as we stopped—”

“Okay,” she says, putting up a hand between them, because she can’t hear him say it. She can’t handle hearing evidence that what they did last night actually happened, outside of her dreams.

They kissed, actually kissed, and Lily thinks she’s going to black out if she doesn’t put some distance between the two of them right now.

“Okay what?” he presses, stepping closer. “This isn't fair. Don’t shut me out just because—”

“I’m not trying to shut you out,” she promises, feeling overwhelmed by his closeness, his intensity. “I just…I don’t know what happened, okay? It—we were caught up in the moment. And—”

“Are you being serious right now?”

She flushes under the harshness of his tone. “Wh-what?”

“Is that the position you want to take? Because that’s fine, Evans. I’m not going to force you to admit that what happened between us was good and a long bloody time coming at that. Whatever. Be delusional. But don’t—don’t act like we were caught up in the moment. What the fuck is that? I care about you. You know that, Lily, and—”

She shakes her head and steps away from them, her back hitting the wall. “I can’t handle this right now. I just…I can’t, James.”

He watches her silently, his expression a mixture of pain and resignation. Then, with a heavy sigh, he speaks again. “So that’s it?”

“What do you mean?” she asks, quietly.

“Maybe you can act like it didn’t happen…but I can’t. I don’t want to. So if you really…if this is how you feel,” a crease appears across his forehead and Lily wants to reach across and smooth it out more than anything, “then we’re done.”

Lily’s heart lurches in her chest. “What do you—”

“I can’t be your friend anymore, Evans,” he says, sounding so wretched Lily wants to cry. “So I’m going to ask you again. But when we walk out from behind that tapestry, no matter what your answer is—there’s no going backward. I can’t…I can’t do that. It’s killing me.”

Lily's heart feels like it's being squeezed in a vice. She swallows hard, trying to compose herself. "James," she murmurs.

He shuts his eyes tight and pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, then opens them and looks down at her. “Can we talk?” he asks again, his voice strained with emotion. “And that means we don’t leave here until we’ve both been honest. I want to be with you, Evans. You know that. Just…" Something a little desperate seeps into his tone. "Don’t you want to be happy together?”

Her lip quivers, and she feels tears threatening to spill over. "I…" she begins, but the words catch in her throat.

“Answer me, Lily."

“James, I can’t,” she whispers, her voice breaking off. “But it’s only—”

James's shoulders slump, and he takes a step back, his gaze dropping from her to the floor for a moment. Without another word, he turns away from her, his footsteps echoing softly on the stone floor as he pushes through the tapestry and moves back into the corridor, leaving Lily alone.

[frankenkyle19]

When Snow Doesn’t Land On Top

Sub!Coriolanus snow x fem!reader

kinda scared to post this because I’ve been a strictly Evan character writer this whole time, at least with what I’ve shared, but taking a swing at this! Let me know if you like it, it’s short because I didn’t want to write a whole long thing if no one reads it 🙈

word count: 891

Coriolanus snow was a pain in your ass. A royally annoying person to be around. So full of himself out around other people, but an absolute whore for you in private. Why he did that, you didn’t know. He loved control so much, but for you and only you he let his guard down. Only you could treat him in such a way. If anyone else did, he’d add another kill to his roster of three.

Don’t get it wrong, he could fuck you in to the floor if he was in the mood, it just so happened that most of the time he preferred when you were on top, doing all the work and pleasuring him while he didn’t have to lift a finger.

Another thing about him was he cried. Coriolanus was the biggest cry baby in bed that you’d ever been with. It was honestly surprising the first time that he started sobbing as you touched him, fat salty tears rolling down his pale cheeks. His pathetic whines and begging music to your ears.

Today was no different. He was positioned under you, hips grinding up against your dripping cunt as he cried, holding on to your hips and begging for you to let him slip inside. 

“Please!” He gasped, breathing hard as he clawed at your skin, leaving red marks in the wake of his nails.

“What? What is it, Corio?” You asked, letting your hands trail across his broad chest, pinching his nipples between your thumb and first finger, watching as he arched his chest up into the touch, letting out another needy whine.

“Fuck! My god please! You’re killing me-“ he choked out, writhing under you in an attempt to just get his cock to slip inside of you.. if only he could move a little bit more…

“Coriolanus-“ you snapped, holding his chin tightly between your fingers so he was forced to look at you, your other hand going downwards and wrapping around his neglected cock.

“You’re going to cum like this and you’re going to be grateful. You embarrassed me. In front of your friends and classmates, and you think I was just going to let that slide? No, no, no baby.” You clicked your tongue, shaking your head. 

“Bad boys don’t get to feel this-“ you whispered as you let just the tip of his cock slip into your sweet, wet cunt.

Coriolanus cried in relief but soon his cries of pleasure turned into cries of desperation as you pulled him away from your core as fast as you had let him feel you.

Punishing him was one of your favorite things to do. It was always enjoyable for you and by the way he reacted, Coriolanus loved it too. Perhaps a bit too much. 

“Fuck! Please! It’s torture!” He gasped out as your hand wrapped around his cock once more, squeezing gently.

“You know nothing of torture, Corio. Hush.” You brought your free hand down to your cunt and swiped it through your slick, coating your fingers before bringing them up to his mouth, shoving them inside to shut him up. 

He suckled on your digits, moaning weakly as his cock twitched pathetically in your hand.

You continued to stroke him, watching him get progressively more worked up as he got closer to his release.

You let your thumb rub across the tip, collecting the pre-cum there and he yelped, muffled from the way your fingers stuffed his mouth.

“G-gentle! I-o-oh god please baby I’m so sensitive!” He begged, body shaking as he tried his best to keep whatever composure he had left.

You ignored his requests, doing as you pleased as your hand stroked him, movements fast and calculated. Your thumb pressed into the squishy tip, pulling the loudest moan from him yet. He almost sounded pained as he swallowed hard, gripping the bedsheets, tears pooling in his pretty blue eye.

“I’m close- please I’m so close I’ve been a good boy! I’m sorry! I won’t be bad again!” You knew that was a lie, but the way he was begging did something to you, and you complied.

“Cum, cum for me Corio, I’ve got you,” you cooed, stroking him faster before he let out a cry of relief, body tensing, thick white cum shooting from his tip, coating your hand and his lower stomach.

He shuddered one, two more times before going limp, eyes closed and hair a mess, chest rising and falling heavily as he tried to catch his breath. You thought he looked his most beautiful like this.

You tapped his cheek to get his attention and he opened his eyes, looking up at you, exhaustion filling his pretty blue eyes.

“Open your mouth-“ you said sternly and he replied. You scooped the cooling cum off of his stomach and placed your fingers in his mouth, watching him clean them off, blinking slowly.

He was so fucked out and once you removed your fingers from his mouth he let out a shuddering sigh, letting his eyes fall shut as he pulled you in to him, wrapping his strong arms around you.

“Thank you.” He whispered against your ear, falling silent after as his breathing evened. He’d fallen asleep.

You laid on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, forever grateful that he was yours, and you were his. 

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Bad News

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"You're not gonna believe this."

Tommy is still distracted with taking off his shoes, so he doesn't see Evan's expression when he replies, "What, you're pregnant?"

The pause that follows is very pregnant. Tommy glances up from his laces which have tangled together, his eyebrows shooting up.

Evan is frowning at him. "I'm being serious."

Whoops. Tommy pulls off his shoes and goes to kiss his boyfriend on the cheek in apology. "Sorry," he says. "I shouldn't have been facetious."

"No, you shouldn't have," says Evan, hugging Tommy briefly. "Because it's bad news."

Tommy's heart sinks. Evan is moving away because of an emergency. Evan has discovered that he really is just an ally. Evan is going to apply to NASA and go to the international space station and never returning.

Evan is talking. "...he looked so smug in the station, like he has any right to be there after all the shit he put Hen and Chimney through, and I swear if I'm left alone with him I might just punch him in the nose, insubordination be damned."

"What?"

"I know, right? Fucking Gerrard is captain of the 118 again. Hell, if Bobby doesn't get to come back I'll transfer out or, or I'll quit. Be a personal trainer."

Tommy's mind is in a whirl. Gerrard is back in the 118? Tommy was one of those who sent in the complaints - he'd finally grown the balls to want to defend Hen and Howie from that asshole, but he had not dared to speak up openly. He's now at Harbor so he's safe from retaliation, but Gerrard saw him and Evan at the medal ceremony and he made that gross "fairy" insinuation...

"...Tommy? Babe, you've gone white as a sheet. You okay?"

Tommy exhales. "Yeah. I, uh. That's really lousy news. But you don't have to quit, no matter what, okay? And don't assault him. He's not worth it."

Evan smiles but the light isn't in his eyes like usual. "Yeah I know. But I can fantasize about it, can't I?"

If Tommy hasn't been thrown off kilter about Gerrard's return, he would be joking about how the only man allowed in Evan's fantasies is himself (and Keanu Reeves), but he just smiles and pats his boyfriend's arm. "I'm gonna go take a shower. If you're hungry, start dinner without me."

The water is hot enough to scald. Tommy shuts his eyes and lets his head fall forward. How much does Gerrard know about Tommy? Is he looking for petty revenge? Will Evan be targeted?

He wants to scream. It's like having to deal with his dad's bullshit again, except this time, it's not Tommy who is going to get to deal with it, it's someone he loves, and there will be very little he can do. He punches the wall, just hard enough to feel the impact on his knuckles but not to crack the tile.

You're not worth the time or money I spent on you. You're a shame and a failure. I shoulda seen that you're useless from the time you were born. You're supposed to be better than this. You're supposed to be like me, like the men in our family. All you do is cry. It's all your mom's fault. Don't come running to me when you don't even know how to punch back. Don't you dare take that tone with me. Don't you dare call that boy. Don't you dare walk out of here. If you do, don't ever come back.

He turns off the shower, his father's words still stinging in his ears. Gerrard is going to hurt Evan somehow, Tommy knows it, because Gerrard will want to hurt Tommy. Because that old man thought Tommy was just like him, that Tommy would turn out just like him, the way Tommy's asshole of a father used to think.

It's sickening. He could have turned out like them, if he hadn't had Hen and Howie to show him better, if Bobby hadn't shown up to teach him better.

God, please protect him, Tommy thinks. He begs. I'll even go to church. Just keep him safe.

After another deep sigh, he towels off and gets dressed. The less Evan knows how much he's freaking out over this, the better.

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Eternal Charm

A Short Story

~Waking up next to your lover has never looked so hot.~

Chris Evans x f!Reader

872 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Hot stuff. That damned necklace.

A/N: For my lovely woman @because-imma-lady-assface <3 | Originally published to Patreon October 2023

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Soft bed; hard body.

Silken kisses; rough cheeks.

He held himself up, strong arms caging you in like a prisoner beneath him. Every thrust between your legs made your eyes roll; every grunt against your flesh sent a fresh wave of arousal through your system. He was lost in a haze of lust; blue eyes glazed and bright in the daylight peeking through the hotel room curtains. He was glistening with sweat, nearly panting as he worked your body.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum…” You held your breath as the words flowed free; all shyness gone, every thought leaking out of your mouth filter free. “God, you fuck me so good, Chris. Fuck!”

He grinned, drew his tongue across his bottom lip, leaving it wet and begging for your teeth.

Reaching up to grab the back of his neck, you answered the call with a kiss, a bite, a suckle on his plump lips. His eyes fluttered shut, a growl shook his chest. You could feel his pulse racing, drumming hard inside. The heat pushing off of him was a fever you never wanted to cure, a fire you never wanted to quell.

“Damn it.” He cursed under his breath and then pulled away, sitting up on his knees, towering shadow falling over your nakedness.

“Don’t leave me,” you pouted, cunt clamping down on him so hard you were amazed he could stand it.

He smirked. Shot a sly look as he reached back to grab your feet. “Never.”

One big hand held both your ankles tight, resting them on his left shoulder. The new angle stopped your breath and he watched with hungry awe as your jaw dropped and your muscles tensed.

Slowly, he moved again, teasing your swollen pussy with maddening circles.

“Jesus, fuck!” Your cry echoed, bouncing off the white walls, threatening to bust through and alert the other guests.

You could not care any less.

“Fuck, there you go,” he urged, finally sinking back in. His cock was thick and throbbing, stretching you out even more. Deeper than before, it felt as if he was working to split you open and the pressure was incredible. “Gonna cum all over me? Soak these sheets?”

A nod was all you could manage. A tip of your chin and a wordless whimper.

“That’s my girl.” A hard thrust. A drop of sweat settling into the dip of his throat. “The maid’s gotta earn her tip.”

He winked and your heart stopped.

There was no earthly reason for him to flirt while his cock was buried so deep in you, but he couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop the eternal charm, now or ever.

His back arched as he rolled into you, setting a new rhythm that wouldn’t let you catch your breath.

The pressure broke around him and you bit your lip hard, holding in a scream as your orgasm struck. Frozen in place, you gripped his trim hips, digging your nails deep into the bone.

“So good-”

His voice trickled down like honey coating the back of a spoon and you lapped it up, savoring the sweet, dark taste.

The pleasure peaked and your thighs shook in his grasp.

“Please…” You shoved at his hips, desperate for him to back away and let you breathe just for a second.

He would have none of that.

“Not done yet, babygirl.”

A hint of relief as he dropped your legs, allowing you to resettle on the crisp sheets.

A rush of air as he fell down over you.

The pull of his kiss; the sharp sting of his teeth on your throat.

Chris closed the space between your bodies, sinking down as if he meant to smother you.

The sunlight was kind, giving you the best view in the world. Bright blue eyes covered by thick, fanning lashes. The creamy vanilla of his skin, the warm pink of his lips; the dark ink on his chest, the gold necklace glinting in the light.

The precious medallion dangled down from his neck, rocking harshly into your face with each thrust. Slinking down closer, Chris lay the saint down lovingly on your chest and then licked it up into his mouth. He bit down on the chain and held it there as his eyes locked on yours.

The focus was intense, the building pleasure even more so.

Jaw clamped shut, he groaned heavily and you scratched your nails down his back, turning up the volume on his moan.

A jerk of his hips sent you reeling, and your head slammed back into the mattress. Your body arched up into him and Chris buried his face in the crook of your neck. His breath was hot; the chain cool.

Another quick jab and his body stiffened. You turned your head and licked at his ear, making his bones shudder.

He rolled away with a kiss, out of breath and spent.

The sheet below was wet and you covered him instead with your warm arms, nuzzling into him and sighing happily.

“That was nice,” you said, basking in the glow.

He dropped his hand to the soft space between your shoulders and hummed. “Sure fucking was…”

Hard chest; soft touch.

Gentle whispers; sleepy eyes.

“Best morning ever.”

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My Barty Crouch Jr headcannons:

He’s a kleptomaniac - at least to some degree. I think he can’t help but steal things from the people he loves, like he’s just always taking their shit and he has little collections of his favorite people’s things hidden away in his room

He actually has a massive fucking heart and feels so deeply but he doesn’t let anyone know that because his father kept telling him it wasn’t manly to have emotions so he shuts them all up

Death eater or not - wizards or not - stuck in a war or not - no matter fucking what circumstance Barty would actually kill for those he loves. If someone he cares about comes crying about being hurt he would lash out and hurt them back and he would not hesitate to kill them if granted permission

He’s not the healthiest. He smokes compulsively, if he was alive now he’d also vape like it was his last resort.

His diet is basically energy drinks, chips, and plain pieces of bread. He really doesn’t eat much at all so he’s really skinny to the point where it’s concerning and borderline an eating disorder.

He’s never or will never love anyone to the extent that he loves Pandora. He looked at her one day and just decided she was his entire fucking world. She’s the only one he really opens up too, the only one who sees him cry (before his lover), the first person besides his mum who’s ever hugged him and held him and told him he’s worthy of being loved. He would go to the ends of the earth for her, and he really wishes he could just put her in his pocket and protect her from everything. They are the ultimate besties.

Barty falls for every single one of his friends. Some deeper than others. But he gets crushes on anyone that makes the time for him, listens to what he has to say, and genuinely enjoys his presence. There aren’t many that do, so he genuinely fucking clings.

That man would have the most random fucking tattoos ever. They’re mostly cool as shit. Like he’ll have big scary boy tattoos but then smushed in between scorpions and snakes and like demons with blood he’d just have a little ghost with love heart eyes or something. Most of the random ones are because they’re funny or because Pandora said she liked something so he just got a tattoo of it. He also has her name tattood on his chest.

He has had them most retched mullets in his days. He only gets rid of them when Pandora finally breaks and asks him to grow it out. He somehow still gets bitches with those atrocities though.

If he was alive now, he would definitely own a maid costume and would pull it out at the most random times. Regulus / Evan would fucking thirst over it so much.

Acts like a dom outside the bedroom, the most bottom man ever in the bedroom - but he’s cheeky about it

He just wants to be loved at the end of the day

Would 1000% have a dick piercing. Probably even more than one. He would also have a dick tattoo because he’s stupid

His favorite colours are pale forest greens and sky blues

Socks on at all times when he’s around other people or in active mode. The only time they come off is in the shower or bed, and only if he’s in bed alone. Man’s will be butt ass naked without a care but he will still be wearing his socks. He also only owns dumb socks

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i feel like everyone's gonna be asking for this but i'm gonna need a nightmare academia part 912828277 if that's how long it'll take for those two to finally kiss

♥ Summary: will you settle for them very briefly holding hands? in this chapter of nightmare academia, reid and the reader shut down a party and lie to the police. [Prof!Spencer Reid x GN-Prof!Reader]

♥ Warnings: the reader cries over the two-headed calf poem, spencer wants to throw himself out a window, the cops show up and. are cops. discussions of sex, drug use and alcohol consumption in passing, and i think that's it?

♥ A/N: ough, this is gonna be the last happy chapter for a while- but it isn't gonna be sad in the way you're expecting :/

♥ Word Count: 3341

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♥♥♥

So.  You were right.  Reid’s friends wanted you to fuck- and they weren’t the only ones.  They weren’t the only ones by a long shot.

Since the first bet had been placed, the betting pool on whether or not you and Reid were doing it had only grown.  There were more things to bet on now, too- who topped, who bottomed, whether the two of you used handcuffs from Reid’s FBI days, etc.  Your students were degenerates.

Your co-workers were running their own bets.  Professors Evans and Peters had a running bet on whether or not the whole affair was a friends with benefits thing.  Other professors made a game of seeing how many times a day you and Reid would visit each other’s offices.  

The head of the criminology department, Professor Belker, assumed the two of you had some sort of secret relationship- and she was generally fine with that.  She just wished you and Reid wouldn’t cause so many disturbances about it.

About a week after the George Michael incident (which only ended after you and Reid got someone to smash the musical mechanism) you and Reid were called into Professor Belker’s office for a meeting about your behaviour.  

The meeting took place later in the evening.  Reid arrived fifteen minutes early.  You arrived five minutes late.  You were also crying.

Upon seeing you, your co-workers stood.  Concern rose in Belker’s chest, but panic rose in Reid’s.  You were crying.  You shouldn’t be crying.  Reid decided there and then that he didn’t like seeing you cry.  

“Professor (L/N)?  Is everything okay?” Belker asked as you took a seat next to Reid.

“Yeah, I’m fine, Professor Reid just put that one poem about the two-headed calf in my office.”

It had been a prank- just a prank to lower your mood.  He knew that the poem would upset you, but it wasn’t supposed to do this.  You weren’t supposed to cry-

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll be fine in like-” you checked your wrist.  When you noticed your lack of watch, you grabbed Reid’s wrist instead, “Five minutes.”

“Reid.”

Spencer had heard that tone before- it was the one Hotch used when he got a little too invested in cases, or when he acted out of line and spit hard facts at local cops.

“I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to make you-”

“Reid, it’s fine, I swear, I just-” you sniffed, “The cow is just a baby, you guys.  As he stares into the sky, there are twice as many stars as usual.  No matter how many times I read that damn thing, I always end up crying.  I don’t know why.”

You were trying to be professional, but it was really hard.  That poem is so fucking sad.

“Did- did you know that crying has a self-soothing effect?  It activates your parasympathetic nervous system which helps you to relax-”

“Reid, please-” Belker held up a hand, to stop him, but you held up a hand to stop her.

“No,” you took a deep breath, “Let him talk, I brought this on myself.  Besides, it’s helping.”

Spencer perked up at the instruction.  He quickly looked to his superior for permission, but before could even begin to nod her consent, he was spouting off facts about tears in a way that only Spencer Reid could.  He didn’t stop until there was a smile on your face.

He smiled back.

“Well, now that you’ve calmed down, can we move on to the true purpose of this meeting?”  Belker raised her eyebrow.  She had posed her words as a question, but you both knew that she was making a statement.

“Yes, we can, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, just- maybe don’t read that poem during any classes.”

You tapped at your chair sheepishly, “Absolutely.”

Belker nodded at you and drew in a long, slow breath, “Now, I understand that the two of you have a… unique working relationship.”

She paused.  In the space she left behind, you and Reid nodded.

“Now, this is fine.  Whatever is going on between you is none of my business.  As long as everything is reported to HR in an appropriate and timely manner, it doesn’t matter to me.  With that said,” the woman leaned forward, eyebrows rising again, “I need to be sure that the two of you can work together- without disturbing the student body at large.”

“Of course we can, I apologize for previous inconveniences,” Reid kept his voice calm, though internally, he kinda wanted to fling himself out the window- it would spare him of any and all future embarrassment.  It might also spare him from making you cry again.

“I apologize also- and I would like to make it known that I didn’t know the George Michael music wouldn’t stop.  The mechanism was supposed to shut off once the cabinet closed, I don’t know what-”

Belker gave you a look that stopped you in your tracks.

“Again, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.  Just as long as the two of you can-”

Then, from the distance- a funky pop beat cut off the distinguished professor halfway through her sentence.  The song was loud enough to make you jump, but quiet enough that you couldn't quite make out what it was.

Belker rose from her desk and turned her gaze to the window, glaring off into the night.  You followed her gaze.  There, standing out in the middle of the darkened campus, was a rainbow glow of light.  It radiated out from one of the frat buildings.  If you focused, you could hear the cheers of drunk students echoing off the various buildings and into the dark.

You expected Belker to give an exhausted sigh, or to roll her eyes at the nature of college kids, but when she turned, a smile lit up her face.

“This is the perfect opportunity.  (L/N), Reid, I want you to take care of this.”

“Excuse me?” you asked, tilting your head.  Belker ignored your question.

“Professor Reid, you have a history with law enforcement, yes?”

Spencer nodded, not saying a word.  Belker’s smile grew, reaching her eyes and setting tiny fires inside them- or maybe that was just the reflection of the lights outside.

“Perfect.  If the two of you can take care of this without incident, then I’ll know for sure that the two of you can work together, and no one will have to be moved to a different department.”

“Was that on the table?”

“Don’t mind that now.  Just go deal with this before someone in the neighbourhood calls the police.”

It was a valid concern.  You stood quickly, giving your superior a two-fingered salute.  Reid followed behind you with less enthusiasm.  Once the two of you were out of her office, Belker grinned to herself.  Was this whole thing an effort to make you and Reid go out to a place that was not college?  Perhaps.  Whether or not it was, that was something she would keep to herself.

-

You and Reid wandered through the darkened campus side by side, heading to the rainbow-coloured lights of the frat house.  Honestly, they were pretty hard to miss- and even if you had, you could always follow the sound.  Music blared, echoing in the air with the excited shouts of students.  You still couldn’t make out the song’s lyrics.  At that point, you were pretty sure they were Swedish.  

In opposition to the noise of the party, you, Spencer, and the rest of the campus were mostly silent.  Your footsteps echoed off the various buildings.  The pavement before you was illuminated by shitty outdoor lights, the rainbow light from the frat house, and the few classroom windows that remained lit at this hour.

Your tears had long since dried, but your skin still felt a little tacky in the light evening breeze.  Beside you, Reid’s gaze was glued to the ground.  He had been silent since he made his apology, and you were mostly fine with that.  In your opinion, there wasn’t much to talk about.

“I’m sorry I made you cry.”

Apparently, you were wrong. “Hey, don’t mention it.  You fixed me, remember?” you gently rammed your shoulder against his, “All your crying facts made things better.  Besides, I’m gonna get you back for it.  That’s a promise.”

“Good.”

When you turned to face him, he had a small smile on his face.  You counted that as a success.  You shifted your gaze back to the pavement in front of you, walking with an extra spring in your step.

“Do you think Belker was serious about making one of us change departments?” he asked.  

“Probably not.  But if she was, you don’t have to worry.  I’m the one that would have to move.”

“Oh?” Spencer raised an eyebrow.  He knew about your degrees.  He knew you were a good professor.  He just didn’t know why you were so confident that you would be the one to switch departments.

“Mhmm.  You have how many years of experience in law enforcement?  A million?  Two million?”

“Hey, I’m not that old-”

“You dress like you’re that old.  Seriously.  I can imagine you teaching dinosaurs about the concept of psychopathy.  I’m sure they’d all come away much smarter.”

Reid paused before letting out a very confused, “Thank you?”

“Don’t mention it.”

The two of you walked in silence for a few moments before Reid turned to face you again, “For what it’s worth, you could teach anything.  You could teach the phone book and your students would learn something.”

“So could you.  Quick, give me a fact about the phone book.”

He didn’t even hesitate, “The first phone book was published in 1878- hey, wait-”

“See?  Honestly, if they let you, you could probably do both our jobs and teach a course about the phone book.”

“I doubt that.  Besides, if anyone were to teach a course about a book, wouldn’t it be the person with a doctorate in English?”

“Don’t accuse me of being literate.  Besides, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m kind of dumb.  I got into teaching by mistake.  Honestly, I kind of got my doctorates by mistake.  So if one of us is going to teach a course about a phone book-”

“Wait, what do you mean you got them by mistake?”

“I don’t know.  I didn’t really- it didn’t feel like I put in the same amount of effort as everyone else.  It just kind of happened to me,” you stopped walking, “Anyway.  Here’s the source of the noise.”

On your left, the frat house stood in all its rainbow glory.  Spencer was so invested in your conversation that he had almost missed it.

“So,” you leaned towards him slightly, just to make sure he could hear you, “How do you want to do this?”

“Should we find someone and ask them to turn the music down?”

You looked at him with a raised eyebrow, “You can try that.  I’m just gonna turn the music down myself.”

Before he could stop you, you had already disappeared, vanishing behind the massive doors of the house and leaving Spencer alone and out of his element.  He wasn’t alone for long.  About two minutes after you left, a chant rose from inside the house.  At first, he couldn’t quite make it out, but then he heard it clearly-

-

The second you got inside, you felt the overstimulation starting to creep in.  There were bodies everywhere.  The stench of alcohol and weed hung in the air like a cloud of smog.  It was bright- far too bright, and the strobe effect that the lights took on was almost enough to trigger an epilepsy attack.  The music was deafening, but you could somehow hear snippets of conversation over it as you wandered through the house.

“Oh, they’re totally fucking.”

“Hey man, pass the chips!”

“WHERE IS MY BOOOONG?”

“Don’t speculate on them, they’re your professors!” that was Opal’s voice.  

“Let’s stay in the building.  It’s too fuckin cold outside.”

“It’s fall.  What did you expect?”

“I don’t know, man.  The elf subplot in those books is so fucking weird.”

“Dude, you wouldn’t even have to pay me to fuck him.  Professor Sexy is just that- Professor Sexy.”

“He looks like a long Victorian child, dying from the plague.”

(Technically, if he were Victorian, it would be tuberculosis.  You kept the thought internal and continued to search for the speakers.)

“Dude, I got pulled over the other day and I hadn’t done a damn thing wrong.  Why?  Oh, you already know why.”

“Fuck the police!”

The sound was small- and it was so loud in the room that you assumed if you repeated it, no one would hear you.  Your opinion would be lost among a thousand screaming voices. 

So, you said it.

“Fuck the police.”

Within seconds, the house devolved into chaos.  Kids were standing on tables and couches, doing the worm and grinding on each other, all while yelling, “Fuck the police.”

By the time you found the speakers, you were laughing too hard to properly turn the music down.  

So at first, you turned it up.

-

Outside, Spencer pinched the bridge of his nose.  This had to be your payback- your revenge for him making you cry.  Honestly, he wasn’t even upset.  Just impressed.  Then he heard the sirens.  Blue and red lights flashed against the house, against the other buildings on and around the campus.  Someone had called the police.  

Students swarmed out of the building, running across the campus and back to their dorms with bongs, beers, and snacks in hand, all while chanting, “Fuck the police.”

Spencer didn’t see your face among the crowd.  As the officers stepped out of their cruiser, their faces red with emotion at the chant, Spencer darted into the house.  He slipped between students, searching the faces that passed him for you.  

He used his height to his advantage.  It helped.

When he found you, you were slumped over a speaker, cackling so hard that you couldn’t stand straight.  Your face lit up when you saw him.  Spencer could feel something warm fill his chest, and he tried very hard to kill it, just as you tried very hard to school your expression back to something less luminous.

You both failed.

“Are you hearing this Reid?  I didn’t even plan it, they just started saying, ‘Fuck the police.’”

“That’s great, that’s so cool, the cops are here.”

In less than a second, the smile dropped from your face.  When you spoke again, the joy had been stripped from your voice.  You sounded terrified.

“What?”Without another word, Reid grabbed your wrist and pulled you outside.  There, you watched as the police tried their very best to stop any students they could.  They didn’t manage to catch many- they did, however, manage to grab Opal.  

You watched as one of the cops grabbed her arm, her face screwing up in a wince at his grip.  Her braids flew out behind her as the officer pulled her closer.  You jumped down the stairs, practically running towards your student.  Without a word, Spencer followed you.

The cop saw you coming.  Opal saw you, too.  He let her go, and she ran towards you, stopping a few feet ahead.

“Are you okay?” you asked, just brushing the top of her shoulder with your fingertips in an effort to keep her steady, “Is everything okay?  Can you get back to your dorm safely?”

She nodded at you, quickly reaching up to pat your hand.

“Okay, go.  Don’t be afraid to call campus security.”

Like a flash, the girl was off, racing towards her dorm.  When you turned back, Reid was staring at you.

“What?” you asked, pulling your arms across your chest protectively.

“It’s nothing.”

The cop- the one who had grabbed Opal so harshly- did not agree with that statement.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?  I could bring you in on obstruction of justice!”

“Shutting down this party,” you answered, “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Responding to a noise complaint,” the officer spoke to you like you were stupid, “I was going to apprehend that subject for questioning.  Can you not smell the illicit substances?”

“Okay, well, she’s gone now.  And the source of the noise has clearly gone silent.  The party has dispersed, so it looks like you won’t have to apprehend anyone.”

You were right.  The campus had gone dead silent.  Someone had shut off the lights, too, leaving you, Reid, and the cops with only the shitty campus lights and the blue and red glow from the police cruiser.

Still, the cop glared at you, “And what do you know about police work?”

“Well, y’know.  I just have doctorates in criminology and law.  No big deal.”

The man looked you up and down, clearly judging you, “I have a hard time believing that.”

“Why is that?” Reid stepped forward, putting himself between you and the officer, “Dr. (L/N) is well respected in their field.  They’ve written numerous in-depth papers on the benefits and downsides of various policing policies and criminal justice strategies.  Their conclusions are always brilliant, and your field would improve if officers like you would bother to examine their research.”

A blush crept onto your face as you listened to Reid.  Did he really think so highly of you?  Of your work?

“If you ask me,” the cop spoke again, “All you academics are a bunch of useless degenerates.  I have half a mind to-!”

“OH MY GOD, YOU’RE THAT FBI GUY!!” the cop’s partner cut him off, “You were on the team that took down The Silencer!!  And the Seattle Strangler!!  Oh, I have so many questions.”

Beside you, Reid noticeably tensed up in discomfort.  Without thinking about it too much, you grabbed his hand.

“Unfortunately, Dr. FBI guy is currently suffering from a bout of retrograde amnesia- sadly, he remembers nothing from his FBI days.  If you want your questions answered, I recommend contacting Derek Morgan, he’s lovely to criminal justice students!”

You pulled Reid away before either cop could respond to your final cry of, “Have a nice night!”

Neither you nor Spencer realized you were still holding hands until you reached the main building.  Until then, his long fingers sat intertwined with yours like they belonged there.  

Your face burned as you pulled away from him.  In the quiet of the atrium, you both fell silent.  The only sound was the buzzing of the fluorescent lights above.

“I fucking hate fluorescent lights,” you weren’t sure why you said it.  It really came out of nowhere, and you were just starting to regret it when-

“Really?  So do I.  That's why I can’t stand hospitals.”

“Oh, I get that.”

The two of you smiled.  You had probably agreed on things before, but for some reason, this felt like the first time.

“Hey, thanks for having my back earlier,” you crossed your arms and swayed back and forward slightly.

“Ah, it’s no problem.  I meant it.”

Heat rose to your face again, but before you could ask him if he really did mean it, he was speaking again.

“Thanks for getting us out of there when you did.  I’m not in the mood to answer questions about grisly murders right now.”

“Damn it,” you grinned, “I was just going to ask about the worst cases you’ve seen.  Oh well, I’ll leave it for another night.”

“I appreciate your sacrifice.” “My sacrifice?  It’s basic decency, Spencer.”

The smile on his face matched yours.  

-

Meanwhile, back at Quantico, Penelope Garcia was not smiling.  In fact, she was grimacing.  She had accidentally gazed upon some gorey case details and it had kind of ruined her night- at least, it had until she saw just where the murders had taken place.

She dialled a number into her phone- Morgan picked up on the first ring.

“What’s up, baby girl?  Do we have a case?”

“We do!  And you’ll never guess where.”

♥ Tags: @icarusignite, @usuallyunlikelyfox, @maraudersforlife2005, @fictionalcomforts

[chrisevansonly]

Surprise!

Dad!Chris Evans x Wife!Reader (Little Duck AU🐥💛)

Summary: The story of finding out you were pregnant with Arlie Mae and the excitement Chris had knowing his biggest dream was coming true; he was going to be a father

Warnings: pregnancy and baby talks (if that’s a warning lol) very fluffy, Chris cries, cause let’s be honest he will cry, just overall sweet

A/N: I wanted to start from the beginning where Momma and Chris found out they were expecting, it’s just a very cute little pregnancy reveal, I get all sappy imagining what his reaction would be to finding out he was going to be a dad, so here it is, I’m sorry if it’s a little short, I’m still not feeling the best<3

Word Count: 656

Seeing the two bold lines staring back at you on the pregnancy test that sat on the counter stopped your heart for a few seconds before tears filled your eyes. This was something you and Chris had been dreaming for since you got married two years ago, and you couldn’t believe it was finally becoming a reality. 

When you pulled it together a few minutes later you started to think about how you were going to tell Chris. You didn’t want to be super sappy, but you ended up taking inspiration from something you’d seen on Instagram. Of course, you wanted to include dodger in the announcement, so you set off to gather everything you needed to make this announcement. You went to Target and then a local craft store to get the rest of your supplies before hiding in your shared bedroom to get to work. 

You picked up a few onesies that were newborn size, and got a chalkboard that you wrote on, the message saying “every dog, needs a baby…’ written across it, it was cute and straight to the point. You’d add the positive test to the rest of your supplies when Chris got home. 

-

It was around 3:30 in the afternoon when you heard Chris’s Audi lock outside, the door opening and closing as well as the happy barks coming from Dodger as his favourite person walked through the door. It was quiet for a few short minutes before you heard Chris call for you

“Honey?’

“Upstairs baby!”

You were sitting behind your little baby set up, nerves suddenly pulling at your chest as his footsteps got closer and closer. You knew he’d be excited but there was still the tiniest part of you that remained nervous.

“There you are, how was-”

He froze eyes looking down to read the sign and you watched his eyes fill with tears, yours following suit 

“Shut the fuck up…”

You let out a tearful laugh 

“Are you joking…? Please tell me you’re not joking baby please…” 

“I’m not joking honey…it’s very real”

You wiped your cheeks with the backs of your hands before Chris made it to you, pulling you into his chest, his head falling to the crook of your neck, your t-shirt dampening as he cried, happy tears of course. Your hands rubbing up and down his back soothingly, soon enough he pulled away to hold your face in his hands and press his lips to yours firmly. Pouring all of his love and excitement into the kiss, you couldn’t help the smile that broke out 

“We’re having a baby?”

“We’re having a baby my love...”

His hands moved to rest on your stomach as he shook his head in disbelief before laughing

“I can’t fucking believe it, oh my god…I’ve gotta tell my mom!” 

Your laughter filled the room before gently taking Chris’s face in your hands, smiling at him 

“I love you, and I love your excitement, but can we wait until after the first ultrasound? I want to make sure everything is healthy…”

Chris nodded quickly his brows furrowing in concentration

“You’re right, yeah no we can do that, I’m getting ahead of myself, I love you too baby”

“I don’t mind honey, you’re just excited! As soon as we know everything is healthy, you can go crazy and tell whoever you want, deal?”

“Deal.” 

The rest of the night was filled with lots of hugs, kisses, and excitement for the future of your family that was now growing to bring life to what you’d eventually find out would be your daughter Arlie. Chris was so excited he’d already started to look at nursery inspiration, the best midwifes in the Boston area, and of course ordering all the parenting books he could think of. He was more than ready to become a father, and there’s no one else in the world you’d want to be a parent with. 

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Leaving everything behind

PAIRING | Chris Evans x Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 2.4K

SUMMARY | Chris confesses his romantic feelings towards you, but you do not feel the same about him. It breaks your heart to see him like this, but in order to keep the peace between you two, you move away. How will the both of you work through this?

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Unrequited love, heartbreak, drunk texts, drunk phone calls, implied sex, this story doesn't have a happy ending.

A/N | I wrote this in celebration of reaching 100 followers even though I'm closer to 150 at this point, as a thank you to each and every single one of you, I'm eternally grateful for all your support on my fics! Keep spreading the love around and let's make everyone's days a little better! 🖤

Likes and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

Main Masterlist | Chris Evans Masterlist

You and Chris had been best friends for nearly a decade now, and you're not sure when his feelings for you changed. You love him with all of your heart, just not in the same way he feels about you. Just a few minutes ago, everything shifted when he told you that he has feelings for you, romantic feelings to be exact. It almost broke you to hear it, because you don't feel the same about him, and you're not sure when it changed. ''Chris...'' you started, but by the tone of your voice, he already knew everything he needed to know, he knew the feeling isn't mutual. ''It's okay, Y/N,'' he said, trying to hold his tears back but very much failing at it. ''I'm so sorry, Chris,'' and you reach out to him, wanting to take his hand. When he takes a step back, your own eyes start filling with tears. This was it. This was the end of your friendship with Chris.

''Chris, it's not that I don't care about you, because I do, but we don't feel the same way about one another. I love you, I fucking love you, but when I think of you, I think of you as my best friend. The one person I love more than anything in this world, and you're the most wonderful person I know-'' you said before he cut you off. ''Y/N, please stop. You don't need to make this any harder than it already is,'' he said with a sigh, his eyes staring a hole in the floor now. ''I think it's best if I just go, I'm sorry for mentioning it and I wish you the best,'' he said before grabbing his jacket and walking out the door. He didn't even say goodbye, he left you heartbroken. But in all fairness, you broke his heart first, so it isn't like you didn't deserve it.

As soon as Chris walked pulled your front door shut behind him, he leaned back against it, letting the tears fall he was so desperately trying to hold in. ''Why did I have to fuck everything up...?'' he whispers to himself, and he lets out a stifled sob, hoping you didn't hear him. When he picked himself back together a little bit, he walked to his car and quickly got in, driving away as soon as he could so he could go home and grab a drink, he could use a really strong one right about now. After a short drive, he pulled into his driveway, but he completely broke before he could get out of his car, the sobs he was letting out taking over, making him cry uncontrollably, he just lost the person he loved the most, all because he had to run his mouth and admit his feelings, if he had just kept them in this would have never happened. ''Why am I so fucking stupid sometimes?!'' he yelled at himself, hitting the top of his steering wheel multiple times with his fist to get some of the anger and sadness out.

It took him a good 30 minutes to calm down enough to get out of the car, and walk into his house, immediately greeted by Dodger who was always happy as a clam. ''Hi, Dodge...'' Chris said defeated, scratching him behind his ears as a welcome. He took his shoes off and hung up his jacket before stumbling into the kitchen. He grabbed some whiskey from his cabinet but didn't even bother pouring it into a glass, he drank it straight from the bottle to ease his feelings a bit, but to no avail. Even though the tears weren't streaming as much as they were, he was still fighting them back regardless, and all he can think was that he wishes he had just shut his mouth, and kept his feelings inside, so he wouldn't have thrown his entire friendship out the window.

The worst thing of all is that he knew damn well that you have a boyfriend now, but deep inside he thought that if he confessed his feelings for you. He sat down on the couch with the bottle still in his hand, turning on the tv without actually wanting to watch anything. He was just trying to find a distraction to keep his mind a bit at ease, which wasn't working. Instead, he decided to call Scott, which wasn't exactly the smartest thing he could do. ''Chris, what's up?'' Scott said when he answered the phone, and as soon as he did, Chris broke down again, filled with immense regret about his actions. ''Hold on, I'm coming over,'' Scott said and 15 minutes later he arrived, luckily he has a key to Chris's house because he hadn't moved from his spot on the couch.

''What happened?'' he said when he saw Chris on his couch, still taking sips from the bottle which was pretty much empty at this point. ''I fucked up, bad...'' he said, shaking his head in disbelief. ''I told Y/N how I felt- no how I feel about her even though she's in a relationship, and now I fucked everything up between us,'' Chris said while looking forward with a blank stare, not looking at anything. ''I wish I could say it isn't your fault, but this is one hundred percent your fault, Chris. You know she's happy with what's-his-face and yet you told her. In all honesty, I can't blame her for wanting a little space,'' Scott tells him, but it isn't what Chris wants to hear, although he also knows it's the truth.

Over the next few days, you received multiple drunk phone calls and drunk texts from Chris, but you didn't want to hear it. When he called you during your date night with your boyfriend, you couldn't take it anymore and decided to put an end to it. ''Chris, please stop calling and texting me, I need some time to think right now and I can't do that when you won't leave me alone,'' you say when you're outside, you told your boyfriend you were picking up a work call so you couldn't stay away too long either. ''Bubs, I miss you... Need you here with me, not with what's-his-face,'' he says and you sigh. ''Chris, please, don't make this harder than it has to be. I need my space right now so leave me alone,'' you say before hanging up, but your heart is shattered into a million pieces now, you've never talked to him this way, and it sucks that you have to now.

During your date night, your boyfriend talked about the fact that he got a job in Texas, but to work there, he would have to move out to Austin to be close to it. Without a second thought, you say you will move there with him, this is exactly what you need now that you need some space from Chris, to think over what happened. ''Really, you'd do that for me?'' he asks and you agree. ''For you, I'd move to the other side of the world if you'd ask,'' you say with a smile, but it doesn't quite reach your eyes. The conversation with Chris will forever be engraved in your memory. That night, you shoot Chris a text to let him know you're going to move to Texas.

Y/N: Hi Chris, just letting you know I'll be moving to Texas soon. Sorry, it has to be this way, but I think it's for the best.

Chris: When are you moving? Why? Is he forcing you to do this? Please Bubs, don't move there, I can't live without you here...

You decide not to reply to his text, and that night both you and your boyfriend are having a lovely night filled with sex, but the only person on your mind is Chris. Ever since he confessed his feelings for you, you haven't stopped to think about the things you're feeling, and this will soon catch up with you. Right now, however, is not the moment to worry about that, especially with your boyfriend's balls deep inside you right now. When you reach your third orgasm of the night, you accidentally let the wrong name spill from your lips, and in your pleasure, you moan Chris's name, not your boyfriend's. He stops immediately and pulls out without warning, looking at you like you've suddenly grown three heads. ''Did you just say Chris? Have you been thinking about him this whole time?!''

Just like that, your entire night took a completely different turn, and he went to sleep on the couch. At this moment, you felt lonelier than ever, because the person you wanted to talk to the most, is also the person you hurt the most, and you don't know if you can come back from that. Over the next few weeks, you start packing up your stuff because you're moving to Texas soon, and you're kind of glad Chris is off to film another movie because that means he won't be constantly calling and texting you and you can finally think more clearly.

~ The day you're moving to Texas ~

All of your stuff was packed, and you were getting ready to finally make the official move to Austin with your boyfriend. Ever since that night when you accidentally said Chris's name during sex, things between the two of you have been a little off, but you decided to move regardless, it would be good for you to move out of Boston, away from Chris for a little while so you could get your own life back together after everything that happened. Your boyfriend was already in Austin to get the house in order, and yesterday was the last day at your old job, so you would fly out today. You shut the door behind you before locking up, and putting the keys in the mailbox for the landlord to find later.

Your Uber for the airport was already waiting so you got in and the drive was silent, you weren't in the mood to talk at this moment, so you just looked out the window and watched everything rush by in a flash while your mind is all over the place. The person who's mostly on your mind is the person you're leaving behind, your best friend, Chris. Or ex-best friend at this point, since you haven't heard anything from him in almost a month now. You hate how you handled things and wished you did it a different way, but there's no turning back anymore. Not after everything that went down.

When you arrived at the airport you got your backpack and strapped it on your back, and with your passport in hand, you went to the check-in desk. On your way there, you heard someone call out. ''Y/N!'' they said, but you honestly didn't register it and went on with your walk to the check-in desk. There were plenty of people in this very same airport with the same name as you, so what are the odds that they meant you? It turns out that the odds are greater than you first thought, because they called your name again, getting closer this time. ''Y/N, please wait up!'' the voice said, and you finally turned around. Running towards you was a very out of breath Chris Evans.

He was honestly the last person you expected to see today, not only because he was busy with filming, but also because you pretty much fucked up your entire relationship with him. You also found it quite odd he was here now because you never let him know when you would exactly move to Texas, only that you were going to. ''What are you doing here, Chris? Aren't you shooting a movie right now?'' you ask, and you're getting worried about the fact that he just left the set to be here with you. ''Oh screw that, why would I be there, when my best friend is moving across the country without as much a fucking goodbye?!'' he said, raising his voice because he was getting upset.

''Why didn't you tell me you would be moving today, Bubs?'' he said, the sadness now taking over his voice. ''I told you I would be leaving, that should have been enough,'' you said, but you honestly weren't convinced, let alone that you expect him to be when you said that. He lets out a nervous chuckle, shaking his head. ''You're fucking unbelievable, you know that? You tell me you leaving, which I still don't agree with, but that's a story for another moment, and then you expect me to just be okay with you going without a goodbye? Did our friendship mean absolutely nothing to you?!'' he raised his voice again at the last question, and people were looking at the both of you now.

''Chris, you know that's not true. You know how much you mean to me, and I wish I didn't love you in the same way so this didn't hurt so fucking much!'' you said, and before your words fully registered with you, he grabbed your face and kissed you intensely, all the feelings of the last years being poured into it, and neither of you ever want the moment to end. When you finally pulled away, you rested your forehead against his whilst the tears flowed down your cheeks. ''I'm sorry Chris, but I really can't do this. I have too much to figure out right now,'' you say before letting him go. ''Bubs, promise me you'll come back as soon as you have,'' he asks and you don't answer him.

''I love you, Bubba,'' you tell him, the tears making a steady stream down your cheeks and neck, while you turn around. ''I love you more, Bubs,'' Chris says and with that you left him behind, not looking back. You knew that if you did it at that moment, your heart would shatter into a million pieces and not be able to be put together. This was it, this was the moment you would leave your old life behind, and start a new one on the other side of the country, with the man who was waiting for you, who wanted to start a new life with you there. The man you settled for despite knowing full well he's not the one you would rather be with.

[foreverrandomwritings]

Season 8 Episode 5: Masks.

I love a family costume🖤🖤

Oh Karen my sweet completely valid woman.

Athena what the hell are you doing? You’re scaring the shit out of me. Oh good you scared the whole class. This is so foreshadowing for something later.

SIGMA STOP SHUT UP!

That teacher was honestly extremely useless.

Oh Eddie still dealing with the consequences of his actions how upsetting.

I don’t like this showstopper guy…..

Cap Dracula is fucking fire. I love it. Absolutely hilarious. That kid doesn’t have any humor.

How are they all supposed to be ready for an emergency like this?

Oh my god…. Eddie😂😂

GO CHIM!

I KNEW THIS FUCKING GUY WAS GONNA BE REAL!!! I FUCKING KNEW IT.

Buck: Why would they let me rent a real body?🥹🥹

You poor little soul baby.

Head stuck in a pumpkin… just cut it off?

Gourd’s can be unpredictable😂😂

BUCK SLIPPED ON GUTS OMG THIS IS HILARIOUS😂😂

I love this Eddie/Buck/Tommy trio.

Buck: I don’t think it’s good news.

Tommy: What do you mean?

Eddie: oh my don’t ask.

Buck: It’s a curse.

Tommy: What the frick?

Eddie: Told you not to ask🤷🏽‍♂️

In this instance Eddie and Buck are married and Tommy is a an outsider. Oh wait….

Tommy: Lights out Evan.

Ew I have the ick. EVAN. No it’s Buck.

But Tommy is fine as fuck. He’s like pretty god awful terrible but still fine.

Honestly I do believe Buck is cursed🤷‍♀️

Oh Denny my sweet sweet boy.

EDDIE HE IS CURSED!

A bag of stuff😂

A clown car😂

A big baby punching a zombie😂

I knew these girls were gonna be bad news.

A TRICK OR TREATER PENNED BY THE CAR!

ITS DENNY! FUCKING BITCH ASS GIRLS.

If the teacher had been a better teacher earlier this maybe wouldn’t have happened.

Oh the vice principal is dead.

His legs hurting is a good sign.

Hen really shouldn’t be the one up there but okay then.

DENNY WHAT THE HELL.

A FIELD TRANSFUSION! I knew someone there had to have his blood type.

I didn’t expect to be crying at 7:17am on a Friday morning.

I bet you’ll reevaluate not showing up to anything now won’t you hen?

Brownies for breakfast sounds so good.

Nurse: have you been checked in yet?

Buck: This is just my face.

Eddie eating candy: Mehhhh👀👀

No honestly Hen should feel bad for never being there for her kids.

Buck you are so funny I love you.

Buck: You tried to take my arm and you made my face gross, my boyfriend won’t kiss me.

Tommy: that’s so untrue bro.

Athena using that millennial language.

SHUT UP CHRISTOPHERS PICTURE!

Buck: Can you lift this curse?

Tommy: Please lift it…

This was a pretty good episode!

[remushrts]

Bloodsport - rosekiller

— pairings: barty crouch jr x evan rosier

— a/n: angst angst angst, the most heartfelt gut wrenching angst i've wrote in a while, for a moot on twitter and i really hope she doesn't kill me for that :) ily bru

— summary: what if barty died first? and what if it was in front of evan?

Blood. There was so much blood, everywhere.

Evan was shaking. He was shaking, because it wasn't supposed to be like this. To end like this. No, because in between the two of them, Evan was supposed to go first.

Him. Not Barty. Anybody, but Barty. Not his Barty.

"Rosie...?" Barty was quiet as a whisper, quiet as he couldn't be all these years. Bad sign. Horrible sign, in fact, because he was never quiet. Raspy too, a tone that reminded Evan of all the lazy mornings they've spent together in bed. "Rose, look at me... Please, look at me."

Begging, how pathetic of him. How low, he thought, because he knew Evan wouldn't any other way. His eyes full of tears, his face a mix of emotions and still, Barty has never seen anyone more beautiful. He thought what a bliss from the gods that he could die looking at something so beautiful, something he adored so much. What a bitter and twisted death wish that was.

"I don't wanna die..." Barty coughed, his blood splaterring Evan's perfect shirt, his grip on it tight. He wouldn't let go, he swore, he wouldn't, until he had already passed. He was convinced he could fight death itself were it to try to take him from Evan. But Evan didn't respond, didn't waste another look at him.

"You won't die." Evan said, his hands pressing onto the wound. A knife wound, what a simpleton. What a ridiculous way to die. Maybe it was fitting to him, maybe it was fate.

But Evan said fuck fate.

"Rosie, it's bad." Evan wished he could shut Barty up. He wished he wasn't right like always, he wished he could fix it, but it was way beyond his abilities. And even if he knew how, his hands were shaking far too much to do something like stitch Barty back together, the tears clouding up his eyes far too much for him to see something beyond the blood.

Of course blood, because Barty was nothing but a fighter. To the very end.

"I'm so sorry, Ev..." He whispered, his tears falling to Barty's shirt. Evan shook his head.

"No, no, you're okay..." He sobbed, but just once. Just once, and still, enough to shatter Barty's heart in a million pieces. Barty lifted his hand, touching Evan's cheek and smiling.

That fucker was smiling. Evan was gonna kill him.

"Evan..."

"Shut up, Barty." He frowned, wiping the tears from his eyes away.

"Please, look at me... Wanna look into your face." And Evan did. He shouldn't have, he knows it, but he did anyway, his eyes watercoloured, grey mixed with the deepest shade of teal, the one Barty always adored. The one he always called his angel eyes. "Hey, Ev? I love you."

The smile. There. Evan wanted to knock it out of his face, whether with a kiss or a punch, he wanted Barty now more than ever to take it seriously. He wanted more than ever for Barty to act like the pretentious fucker he have known his entire life and fight. Because it couldn't end like that.

"Don't leave me like that, you asshole." Evan held back a strangled laugh, fearing what it would become of him if it left his lips.

"Say you love me, Ev. Say it now or you'll regret it." Barty's lips trembled in a way Evan has seen few times in his life. Usually, it meant anger. And usually, Evan could kiss, or cuss it better. But that was different. That was fear. With that, Evan had no idea of what to do.

"Don't you dare" He spat, trying to smile at him, but it was pointless. Evan was every meaning of the word mess. Shaking, crying, desperately tugging into Barty's shirt as the boy coughed again, his body propping up. Not a single one of the many horrors in the life of Evan Rosier had prepared him for the anguish of losing someone so dear to him. "Don't you dare to leave me, you hear me?" He pleaded.

Except he didn't. Except now, Barty smile was permanently froze on his face, his eyes permanently looking at Evan. Evan's grip finally loosened.

It was foggy the night Barty Crouch Jr died. And it would be foggy every day after that too. At least for Evan.