#i made these a long time ago just needed to share bcuz i love them

[kendyroy]

Ryan singing and Hugh Hugh-ing

(x)

[thechaosmuses]

SPOTIFY WRAPPED ( 21, Aleksandr + Belladonna bcuz ship idea )

In honor of SPOTIFY WRAPPED, send me a number 1-100 and I’ll write you a starter based on the song. // Song #21: Love You More - Ashley Kutcher // I love this song, and this got away from me to say the least- I hope it's okay!

A few years ago, Belladonna had come to Mystic Falls to stay with her cousin for a little while, it was mutually beneficial; Bella needed time away from Salem, especially after accidentally using her powers in school and Bonnie needed time with family other than her father. It was during this time that she crossed paths with a charming and handsome man named Aleksandr. She knew about vampires and all the other creatures that roamed the night; she’d even befriended some of the Salvatores. And being a Bennet witch, she should’ve known better than to develop feelings for a vampire, especially a Petrova vampire. However, despite everything inside her and everyone around her telling her no, she had fallen for Aleksandr anyway.

They kept their relationship a secret from their family and friends, worried how all of them would react if they found out they were sleeping with the enemy. Their relationship consisted of a lot of lying to the ones they cared about, sneaking out and long drives down back roads to a cabin that Bella’s grandmother owned just outside of Mystic Falls where they could actually be alone. Unfortunately, their relationship was short lived as tensions quickly rose between the opposing sides of their friends and family which only got worse after Kamen had grown suspicious of where his brother was going and followed him to find out.

The doppelganger vampire was nothing if not a troublemaker, so he had told everyone before Bella and Alek even knew that he’d known. The couple had already been fighting all the time as people had been getting hurt, something the young witch wasn’t at all okay with. Their friends and family finding out had just been the final nail in the coffin that made them realize they should go their separate ways. The Bennett witch packed her bags and went back to Salem as everything in Mystic Falls only served as a reminder of the man she’d loved. She tried to move on and get by, trying to forget all about the brown-eyed vampire she still loved.

The brunette knew things were better this way, in a perfect world or in another life maybe they would’ve worked out, but this wasn’t a perfect world. She graduated a few months after moving back to Salem and not long after she’d moved to New Orleans to go to college. It was at a cafe while studying for finals that she met a sweet, charming man, and he was everything she could’ve ever wanted and more which should’ve been enough. She slowly but surely fell for him though if she was being honest, she wasn’t sure she’d ever feel love the way she had when she was with Alek.

There were times when he would grab her hand or wrap his arms around her, and it was as if she could still feel Aleksandr’s touch. It was at that point that she realized she would never be able to give him all of her as a piece of her heart still belonged to the Petrova vampire. She also realized she needed some kind of closure and decided to write a letter to the man she couldn’t seem to forget. She wrote out everything she felt, the anger, the sadness, the acceptance that she knew the two of them would never work out and how despite everything she only wished the best for him. She finished the letter with a simple sentence that read, “There’s two things I know for sure, I love him, but I’ll always love you more.”

Though she’d never really intended to send the letter, even though she had addressed it and put a stamp on it, simply placing it in the back of her journal for safe keeping. However, one day it’d fallen out onto the dining table of the apartment she shared with a close friend of hers and being the good friend they were they decided to send the letter out. When they told Bella later that day she’d completely freaked out though there was nothing she could do now. She wasn’t even sure if the letter would make it to Alek, and a part of her hoped it never would but a small part of her wanted it to. Months passed and all was quiet, so she figured he never got it and went on trying to move on with her life. More time passed and she’d honestly forgotten all about the letter.

At least until tonight, she was home alone when there was a knock on her door and knowing her boyfriend and roommate were out of town and both had keys she was quite confused as to who it was. The brunette made her way to the door and opened it without undoing the top lock as a precaution, looking out of the opening to see who was knocking. As soon as the Bennett witch locked eyes with the Petrova vampire standing on the other side she immediately shut the door in his face. She took a minute to compose herself before she undid the lock and opened the door, knowing he couldn’t come in unless she invited him. “What are you doing here, Alek?”

[eddiemunson-thehero]

hey there I've an idea for a bucky request, just an idea though if you don't wanna write it that's completely fine! : ) so im thinking super angst with a sprinkle of fluff maybe? bucky either has a nightmare or some type of episode as the winter solider and attacks reader but doesn't remember doing it, then when he sees reader again he keeps pestering her asking what happened to her bcuz he can see that she's injured. she doesn't want him to feel bad so she tries her best not to tell him but he keeps asking and wanting to talk to her to see if she's okay and she eventually tells him that he did it

Why of course! I hope this is something along the lines of what you requested. I ended up getting a bit carried away hahaha.

Here is Line Without A Hook

You, Bucky, and the rest of the team had just returned from a grueling mission infiltrating a Hydra base in Russia. To be expected Bucky was a bit shaken by being back there, he was quiet most of the ride back in the Quinjet. Deciding that a nice scalding long shower would not only ease your tension but also Bucky’s, you began to light sweet smelling candles along the sink and warm two towels in the dryer.

“Bucky come here my love,” you called out as you were discarding your tactical gear and stepping into the shower. After a few minutes of no response from your blue-eyed lover, you peek your head around the shower curtain, glancing around the room in search of Bucky. Not being able to find him made your heart drop to the depths of your body, slipping out of the shower, wrapping your body in a towel, setting off to find him.

When you enter your shared bedroom that is attached to the bathroom your nerves settle, finding your lover stationed stagnant on the bed as if he had fallen asleep sitting up. You walk over and place your hand on his shoulder, only to be met with his metal hand gripping your wrist, twisting your arm behind your back and up against his chest. 

“Bucky what’s going on?” you question, confused by the sudden force of violence he has used upon you. Apparently talking to him wasn’t the right move, seeing as you were now being shoved face-first against your bedroom wall, picture frames falling down from the force, glass shattering around the two of you. Gashes and cuts litter your face as blood begins to trickle down, seeping its way onto the white towel.

Your blood begins to run cold, soon realizing what exactly was going on, the mission had affected Bucky more than he had let on, more than you had realized. Being back in the cold of Russia, in the Hydra base had weakened Bucky, letting The Winter Soldier take main control of his mind and body. Struggling against the grasp that he had on you was no use, as the Soldat roughly turns you around shoving your back against the wall, bringing his metal appendage to wrap around your throat. Before his grasp became too tight you let out a blood-curdling scream, hoping someone would hear and come to your rescue. Black spots begin to speckle across your vision, breathing becoming more ragged as your limp body falls from the grasp of your lover.

________________________

Bright shining lights, hushed conversations, and the scent of sterilized tools are what you awoke to. Blinking slowly, allowing your eyes to adjust to the light you saw that you were in the infirmary located in the compound. Steve and Nat were at the door, indulging in a hushed conversation that you weren’t able to make out. Gently raising your body to sit up caused alarms to sound on the countless monitors that you were hooked up to, which made Steve and Nat’s heads whip around to see your terrified eyes.

Steve rushed to your side, “Y/N, are you okay? How are you feeling?”

You opened your mouth to speak, only to realize the tightness and dryness in your throat. Slowly you reached over to grasp the cup of water next to your bed, bringing it to your lips carefully, gulping down its contents quickly. “I’m okay, what happened” you rasped.

“You don’t remember?” Nat questioned, leading you to shake your head no. “Bucky attacked you, something from the mission…” she hesitated, “caused him to lose control on his mind and body, allowing for the Winter Soldier to resurface.” 

“Where is he?” you didn’t care what had happened to you, bruises and cuts would heal with time, the emotional turmoil this would cause Bucky would simply break him. You needed to get to him before he realized what the Winter Soldier had done to you, ripping out your IV and removing your nose cannula, you swung your legs over the edge of the bed ready to find him.

Steve grasped your arm, pulling you back into bed, “He’s in bed, he hasn’t woken up yet, he doesn’t know…” 

“Don’t tell him,” you begged, “Please don’t tell him, he will never forgive himself, let me handle it.” Steve and Nat shared a concerning glance between each other before slowly nodding, knowing that if and when Bucky finds out what happened, he would never forgive himself and would surely disappear. 

After a few hours of tests, you were discharged and were able to go back to your room. Walking down the hallway your breath hitched as you hesitated opening up the door to your shared bedroom with your lover. Hearing his soft snores is what pulled you from the trance, twisting the knob and slipping in quietly. Discarding your clothing in the laundry basket, you crawled your way into bed, next to the man you recognized, smiling peacefully to yourself, you know in your heart that you two will be able to overcome this, as long as he never finds out he was the one to inflict so much harm upon you.

____________________________

The next morning you awoke to soft feather-light kisses being pressed along your spine. Contently you rolled over to snuggle closer to the warmth that radiated off of Bucky, welcoming arms encased you bringing you closer to his chest. Opening your eyes and slowly looking up at Bucky, you heard him inhale harshly, eyes filled with terror and worry. “What the hell happened to you doll?” he stuttered.

“Oh you don’t remember?” you questioned hesitantly, “I got caught up during the mission, some Hydra agents got to me but, you rescued me, my knight in shining armor you.” Letting out a breath you did not know you were holding, you stared at Bucky, praying to God that he believed you.

“No, I don’t remember that, I don’t remember much of the mission…” he trailed off, looking at you questionably. Slowly removing yourself from his grasp, you left the warmth of your bed, extending a hand out to him. “Come on, let's go eat,” you whispered, hoping he would drop the subject. Bucky intertwined his hand with yours, pulling himself out of bed, trekking down the hall to the kitchen where Steve, Nat, and Tony were chatting over breakfast.

“Good morning everyone,” cheerfully you skipped over to the fridge to get out the jam while Bucky grabbed the bread and peanut butter for your breakfast meal.

“Y/N what the hell happened to you?” Tony gasped when your mangled neck and face came into view.

“Oh nothing, just a few scratches from the mission, don’t worry I’m okay,” you replied, hoping everyone would just drop the subject.

“It wasn’t on the debrief, I read it just a few moments ago, care to explain this?” you felt four sets of eyes on you as you slowly turned around, hesitating on your next sentence you locked eyes with Nat and Steve wordlessly begging them for their help.

“Doll…” Bucky moved slowly near you, grabbing both of your hands, pulling you to look at him but, you couldn’t bear to look him in the eyes. Steve and Nat ushered Tony out of the kitchen with hushed whispers. A metal hand reached under your chin, lifting it and making you hold eye contact with Bucky. You open your mouth to start to try and explain but nothing comes out as tears slip down your cheeks. That was an answer enough for Bucky, to realize that the gashes and cuts on your face, the bruise that cascaded down your neck was him. “Did I…” Bucky’s eyes shifted to the floors, dropping your hands from his as he began to step back from you.

“Buck, honey it’s okay I’m okay,” you rushed out moving towards him, which only caused him to back himself up against the wall away from you. “It wasn’t you, this wasn’t your fault. You didn’t know how going there would affect you, no one could have predicted this.” As soon as those words slipped from your lips he was gone, rushing away from you. 

_________________________

You didn’t see Bucky for the rest of the day, you decided to give him the space he needed, hoping that by the end of the night he would come back to you. Wait, that was all you were able to do. When dusk fell your day spent walled up in your room became unbearable, you slipped out of bed, letting your legs carry you to the living room of the compound where you found Steve. Sitting next to him startled him, causing him to look up at you with glossy bloodshot eyes.

“Steve, where’s Bucky?” you question, unsure why the soldier broke down in front of you. Mindlessly you wrapped your arms around him, cooing gently to him.

“He’s gone…” he muttered, “Bucky left this afternoon, to Wakanda.” Steve glanced up at you to see a play-by-play of your heart-shattering. “Shuri said she could get the Winter Soldier program out of him within some time, so he left.”

Wordlessly you curled into Steve’s arms, slowly realizing that the love of your life left you, without even saying goodbye or a promise of returning.

[nolanhollogay]

[chanting] antreggie antreggie antreggie

i have brain rot so here is a oneshot Mwah tagging @juliesdahlias and @richitozier bcuz i know there was interest hehe

oh also rated like t i guess for making out and vaguely implied nsfw situations (it’s just in a single line but wanted to warn anyway just in case)

Ant tried his best not to look too affected as he watched Alex and Luke. They were standing on the other side of the room, wearing matching smiles and holding hands. They were discussing some date they were going to go on. Ant wrinkled his nose as Alex laughed at something Luke said.

Ant hated being jealous. It made him feel gross inside, like his guts were made of nothing but rage and insecurity. But he couldn’t help it. Not when they were being so coupley in his face literally every day. Ever since they got together it felt like they were suffocating him with their love.

He looked back down at the book in his hands as Luke pulled Alex down for a kiss. He just needed to distract himself.

All of a sudden, Reggie’s head was in his lap. He moved his book to see his smiling face and raised an eyebrow.

“Uh, hi?” he said, staring down at him in confusion.

“What ya reading?” Reggie asked. Ant blinked at him. The cover was literally directly in front of him.

He decided to humor him anyway. “Adrenaline by James Robert Baker. It’s about this gay couple who kidnap a cop after-”

Reggie cut him off. “Sounds cool. We should make out." 

Ant froze, making a face at being interrupted before he actually processed what Reggie had said. "What?”

“We should make out,” he repeated. He was still smiling, but he didn’t seem to be joking.

“Why?” Ant folded down the corner of the page he was on in his book before he closed it. Better give Reggie his full attention unless he wanted to agree to something stupid. He’d made that mistake too many times before.

Reggie sucked in a breath. “I’m hot, you’re hot, I wanna know if I like guys like I think I do, it’ll make you stop moping over Alex and Luke,” he listed, holding up four fingers as he spoke.

“I’m not moping,” Ant said with a scoff. He was brooding at best.

“You’re definitely moping. But it’s okay because you’re cute when you pout.”

“I don’t pout. Shut up,” he said. Reggie cooed, sitting up to cup his face and squish his cheeks. Ant looked over his shoulder to see Luke and Alex still in their own world.

He sighed, knowing he might as well give in. He had nothing to lose. “You better take me on a date first, Reginald,” he grumbled, and Reggie cheered, pulling him into a hug.

Ant realized he’d never really thought of Reggie romantically before. Yeah, he’d thought he was cute, he wasn’t blind. But he’d never seen him in the way he’d seen Alex or any other guy he’d been attracted to. Reggie was just his straight friend who happened to be cute. Who was apparently not as straight as he thought and thought he was hot.

Watching Reggie grin at him, he acknowledged that maybe that could change. He wondered how this development would change everything else. 

“What are you guys doing?” Luke asked with a laugh. Alex sent Ant a curious look, eyebrow raised in question. Ant shrugged.

Reggie cleared his throat, climbing out of Ant’s lap. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it." 

-

Their date consisted of them watching Casper on VHS on Reggie’s couch and sharing a pepperoni pizza. 

It wasn’t exactly some mind blowing romantic experience but Ant hadn’t expected much. Reggie did wear his fancy flannel and he held Ant’s hand the entire night though, so maybe he was taking it semi-serious.

And he had kept watching Ant as the movie played, like he couldn’t help himself, which made butterflies flutter behind Ant’s ribcage.

"Do you want to go upstairs?” Reggie asked, turning to him as the credits started.

Ant scoffed, even though a smile was tugging at his lips. Reggie was always so overzealous. “What kind of boy do you take me for?”

“I didn’t mean it like that!” Reggie cried, holding his hands up in protest. “I just meant that we could hang out in my room!”

Ant laughed, the sound bubbling out of him, making Reggie frown in confusion. “I know. I was just teasing you, Reg." 

Reggie punched him on the shoulder. "Asshole.”

-

Ant sat on Reggie’s bed, waiting as he closed the door behind them. His parents had just gotten home and were already arguing so they had escaped as quickly as they could. Ant hated when they got caught in the crossfire.

He sighed, leaning back against Reggie’s pillows. 

Reggie’s room was always messy, even when he put in the effort to clean it. He had obviously straightened up because he knew Ant was coming over, but there were still little things out of place here and there. His guitar resting against his wall while it’s case stuck out from under the bed. A t-shirt crumpled up on the floor that he must’ve forgotten to pick up. An open text book on his desk. It was kind of endearing.

Reggie cleared his throat as he sat next to Ant. They sat in silence for a minute, the only sound his mom yelling at his dad for something Ant couldn’t make out. Whatever. It wasn’t his business.

He turned to face Reggie, who looked nauseous. “Do you want to-" 

Reggie was the one to initiate the kiss, cutting off his question. He pressed his lips to Ant’s and the second Ant kissed back he was trying to shove his tongue into his mouth. His mouth was hot, he was breathing hard against Ant’s lips and Ant wrinkled his nose.

"So, that’s why girls never call you back,” he said, moving away with a groan. Whatever fond feelings he had been having very quickly disappeared. Reggie may have been cute but he was still Reggie.

He gasped. “Hey!”

Ant huffed out a laugh. “Calm down. You kiss like you’re trying to eat my face. Ease into it.”

He leaned in again, pressing their lips back together. He gently grabbed Reggie’s chin to adjust his position and laughed when Reggie pinched him on the side.

“Don’t manhandle me, Tony.”

He was the only one who called Ant “Tony”. It used to annoy him to no end. Tony was a name for a weird uncle, or a mobster or something. But it had grown on him over the years.

Ant flicked him on the forehead and he whined. “I’m trying to help. You’re thinking too hard and trying too hard. I’m supposed to be the nervous wreck, not you.”

“I don’t want to scare you off. And I don’t want to mess up,” Reggie admitted.

“Reg, I’m already in your bed. If I didn’t want to be here, I wouldn’t,” Ant said, voice soft. Reggie nodded, worry beginning to slip off his face. “C'mon, we’ll try again. It doesn’t have to be perfect. Just be gentle.”

Reggie nodded again and they kissed for the third time. It went much smoother than the first two. Reggie let him set the pace, their lips moving together slowly. The fighting downstairs melted away as they found their groove.

It was like trying to learn a song on the guitar for the first time. You kept trying til you found the right note.

Ant sighed as Reggie cupped his face. His hands were holding him like he was something he was scared to drop. Something delicate. It made his chest ache. Something it had definitely never done in Reggie’s presence before. But it wasn’t unwelcome.

He sucked in a breath as Reggie slid a hand into his hair, pulling him closer. His tongue slipped between Ant’s teeth, making him shiver.

Ant looped his arms around his back, trying to get even closer and suddenly he was in Reggie’s lap.

Reggie pulled away from the kiss, smiling sheepishly. His cheeks were pink and his eyes were shining. Ant didn’t understand how he looked so pretty or why they weren’t still kissing.

“Sorry, I just got excited. Is that okay? I know you don’t really like to be touched sometimes. Even though we’re, like, kissing, it’s not the same as me yanking you around,” he said. He was embarrassed and surprisingly considerate for a guy who had tried to eat Ant’s face not too long ago. It was unbelievably cute.

Ant nodded as something warm bloomed in his chest. “Yeah, it’s okay. Kiss me again.”

Reggie nodded. But before he did anything, he very loosely grabbed Ant’s forearms and wrapped them around his neck. Being touched so sweetly kind of made Ant want to swoon, or cry. He was suddenly overcome with affection.

“So you’re more comfortable,” Reggie explained and Ant couldn’t do anything in response except kiss the sweet little smile off of his face.

They kissed for hours after that. All the way up until Ant had to go back home. Even though they had spent the entire afternoon with each other’s tongues in their mouths, it wasn’t awkward when they said their goodbyes, like Ant expected. He assumed it would be a one off thing, something they’d forget about and never bring up again. He was apparently mistaken when Reggie managed to make him blush by giving him a “kiss to keep him safe”.

Ant felt like he was glowing from the inside out for the entire walk home.

-

Making out with Reggie very quickly became a learning experience.

Reggie learned that sometimes Ant didn’t want to be touched but other times he needed nothing more then the two of them to be pressed together, fingers intertwined and legs tangled up. He didn’t like rough kisses and he loved being kissed on the forehead. (Though he’d never admit that outloud.)

Ant learned that Reggie liked it when he scratched his nails down his back and whispered snarky comments into the space between their lips. He didn’t like Ant talking about having a crush on Kurt Cobain in the middle of kissing. (But really, it was his fault for putting All Apologies on the making out mixtape.)

Ant was also learning that their friends were incredibly oblivious. A part of him already knew that, for a multitude of reasons. But he and Reggie were apparently very bad at sneaking around and they still hadn’t caught on.

A week ago, Bobby had walked in on Ant sitting in Reggie’s lap and didn’t even blink. He just said, “Hey guys,” as Reggie pushed Ant onto the floor. Then without comment, he pulled out his guitar and paid them no mind, like they weren’t bickering and blushing.

A few days before that Luke walked in on them holding hands and wanted to know if they were “band bonding” without everyone else. So they ended up holding his hands as well, standing like a bunch of kids playing Ring Around The Rosie. It would’ve been sweet if Alex didn’t come in immediately after and say that they looked stupid.

Alex was probably the only one even close to figuring out what was going on, but he didn’t even seem to care. Ant wasn’t trying to make him jealous or anything because he wasn’t terrible and Alex was literally taken, but it kind of bothered him that his best friend was so flippant about his secret relationship.

They’d been hanging out, just the two of them, for the first time in a while. They were in his room, playing a very unsuccessful game of Pictionary when Alex squinted at him.

“What?” he asked, squinting back.

“You’re wearing Reggie’s shirt,” Alex replied, sounding suspicious. Ant looked down at the shirt he was wearing, and sure enough, he was wearing Reggie’s Iron Maiden shirt. “That’s his lucky shirt. How’d you get it?”

“He gave it to me because he ruined one of mine,” Ant explained. It technically wasn’t a lie. The week before Reggie had destroyed his shirt in a rather indecent way and had given him a shirt to wear. 

Ant hadn’t known it was his lucky shirt until that moment. There was something sweet about Reggie giving him something that apparently meant a lot to him. He bit his lip to hide a smile as Alex nodded, looking uninterested, before he started a new round of the game.

A part of Ant wanted him to care more, to press him for information. But a bigger part of him liked having Reggie all to himself.

It was then, trying to draw a tiger, that he realized he was screwed. Apparently he’d caught actual feelings for Reggie and had somehow missed it as it was happening. That was just his luck. 

-

Ant was half asleep, trying to read Shakespeare for class when his bedroom door burst open. He flinched at the sound, looking over to the doorway.

Reggie was standing there, sweaty and out of breath. “Ant, we have a problem,” he announced, loudly.

“Shhh, stop being so loud. And how’d you get into my house? Did my Dad let you in? You know you’re supposed to call before you come over,” he rambled. His brain heard the word problem and shot into overdrive.

Reggie closed the door behind him before walking the short distance to his bed. He threw himself into it and leaned against the wall.

“Yes, your dad let me in. Sorry I didn’t call, but this is important,” he said.

Ant’s stomach dropped, his mind running through all the worst case scenarios. Someone died. The guys found out about them going behind their backs and hated them. Reggie was going to tell him they needed to stop because he didn’t actually like him.

Trying to hold back the urge to vomit, he cleared his throat. Forcing himself to meet Reggie’s eyes, he asked, “What’s wrong?”

“I was in bed and I was thinking about you. Not in a dirty way,” he paused, “Okay, maybe a little bit of a dirty way. But it was tasteful! There were like candles and stuff and-”

“Please get to the point, Reg.” Ant curled his hands into fists at his sides, trying to calm himself down. He was so nervous he was shaking.

Reggie nodded. “Right. Sorry. So, I was thinking about you and I realized that I like you. Like, I really like you. Like, I wanna date you. And I know we’ve been kind of dating already, but I want the real deal. So, I ran all the way here because I had to tell you and see if you felt the same.”

Rage and embarrassment and fondness swirled in Ant’s chest. God, Reggie was so stupid. He liked him so much.

He picked up his copy of King Lear and smacked him on the shoulder with it. “I hate you. You just freaked me out so bad because you’re dramatic. You could’ve just called me.”

Reggie whined, rubbing his arm. “But that wouldn’t have been as romantic!”

Ant rolled his eyes but his annoyance didn’t last long because he replayed Reggie’s confession in his head.

“I really like you too. Even if you are stupid and almost gave me a heart attack,” he said, making Reggie grin.

“So, we’re boyfriends now?” he asked. Ant nodded, smiling back at him.

Reggie cheered and threw himself at him with a kiss. Ant laughed into his mouth.

“Oh, I must’ve really scared you. You’re shaking,” he said, voice full of concern as he pulled away.

Ant groaned, flushing with embarrassment. He couldn’t believe he’d gotten so worked up that fast. “I thought someone died or something. Leave me alone.”

“No, it’s okay. I’m sorry. I know you worry, I should’ve taken that into consideration when I was doing my script in my head,” Reggie said. He brushed Ant’s hair off of his forehead and pressed a kiss there.

Ant blushed again. He couldn’t handle being taken care of. It made him feel feverish, like affection was burning his body up from the inside.

“Leave me alone. I have homework to do,” he said, gently pushing him away.

Reggie nodded, even as he straddled him and threw his book to the floor. “You know what’s cooler than homework? Kissing me.”

Ant really couldn’t argue with that logic.

[thorne93]

Whirlwind Romance (Part 26)

Prompt: You’re getting married to Chris Evans… Everything in your life is perfect… Except when you break the news to your two best friends: Tom Hiddleston and Sebastian Stan

Word Count: 1717

Warnings: language, anger, angst, adult themes,

Notes: This is for @carryonmyswansong-archive challenge (Double Season, Multifaceted, 500 Follower Celebration, Writing Challenge!): Prompt – You’re marrying the wrong person! Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes@like-a-bag-of-potatoes bcuz shes amazing and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo@carryonmyswansong-archive for letting me brainstorm with them. Got this idea from @formyfandoms… Fic image made by the super bomb @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo…. @carryonmyswansong

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next day you went in for an appointment with your OBGYN, ready to confirm your results and start working on how to make this baby as healthy and happy as it could be. The doctor listened to your concerns, told her about your late period, and that was it. Right now she didn’t need to know Tom wasn’t the father.

You sat in the doctor’s examination room, Tom holding your hand tightly as they ran the results of your urine sample.

“Thank you, for standing by me. I know most men would probably bolt,” you said with shame.

“Darling, you didn’t cheat on me. You were with a man who you loved. You had relations with. And things like this can happen. The best thing to do is just deal with this, make a good life for this child, and ensure the father is included. That’s all we can do.”

“You are seriously from another planet, Tom Hiddleston. I swear,” you said, looking up into that beautiful angel face of his. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

“You recite Shakespeare pretty well,” he said with a light in his eyes and a laugh behind his words as he nudged you with his shoulder. He was trying to lighten the mood. Sure, he had to stick around and help raise a child that wasn’t his, but you were the one going through the emotional turmoil, along with the physical. His stake in this was nowhere near yours.

The door opened, breaking the slight spell over you two when your doctor popped in.

“Well, you aren’t pregnant,” she announced and you felt Tom physically relax beside you but you were still rigid.

“I’m not? Are you sure?” you asked.

She looked down at the papers in her hand. “I’m positive. Your urine came back normal. Now, we can run a blood test if you’d like but I’m sure you aren’t.”

“But… but I took an in home test and my period is over a week late,” you remarked, confused.

“The in home test could’ve been expired, or it might not have been in the urine long enough,” she informed. “There are a few of reasons to get false positives. As far as the period, have you been stressed lately?”

“Well… I… Yes. I was stabbed in the stomach three weeks ago in an attack, and I had some personal life changes recently,” you stated. Tom squeezed your hand lightly at your words. “I’ve been working a lot lately… but could that really do that? I mean, could be over a week late?”

“A stabbing you say? Yeah, your body could definitely respond to that. Between that and everything else you’ve told me about, I’m not surprised your exhibiting symptoms. But no, according to this, Ms. Y/L/N, you are not pregnant. Now, if you’re wanting to try I can talk to you and your partner here about getting on some fertility--”

“No! No, no. We’re good. I just… wanted to be sure I didn’t have to prepare for anything.”

Your doctor nodded and smiled as she leaned against the table. “Right. No, you are all good to go. Give your menstrual cycle three more days to begin. If you’re still having trouble, we may want to ensure the stabbing didn’t cause damage to your reproductive organs. Other than that, I think you’re all good.” She flashed you a sincere smile.

You and Tom stood, thanking her before walking out of the office. Neither of you said a word until you got to your car. You got in, closed the door, and breathed a huge sigh of relief. You and Tom looked at each other and smiled widely.

“Forgive me for saying so, but I’m extremely relieved,” he said.

You shook your head. “No, yeah. I am too. I want my first child to be with you, my future husband. Having one with Chris would’ve been… too much.”

“This way we can focus on us and everything else can be in the past.” He reached over and threaded his fingers in your hair, making you tingle all over before his mouth found yours. In an instant, the world slipped away and you were blissfully happy once again.

Now all you needed to do was tell Chris…

---------------------

That night, Tom went out to run errands, giving you a couple of hours to talk to Chris alone on the phone.

Taking a deep breath, you dialed him, wanting this to be over with once and for all. After the third ring, he picked up.

“Hey, Y/N,” he greeted, his voice holding some delight to it.

“Hey, Chris. I--”

“So I’ve been thinking. I really think shared custody would be best. I want this child to know both of its parents and--”

“Wait, Chris, I’m not pregnant,” you interrupted before he got through this whole ordeal he probably had planned in his mind.

“You--You’re not?” he asked, his voice deflated.

“No. I went to the doctor and they confirmed it.”

“So then… What was--”

“False positive pregnancy test and a late period, I just thought….” You trailed off, shaking your head as you gripped the phone harder. “I was wrong though. Doctor verified it.”

“Wow… I know I should probably feel relieved but… I don’t know. I feel like it might’ve been a nice chance for a family…”

“Yeah, but what kind of family?” you murmured.

“Does it matter what kind?” he countered.

You laughed without humor. “Yeah I’d think so. A child born into this situation would have a tough time. We barely made it work for us, let alone trying to figure out how to get a child to see you on a regular basis…”

“Still… could’ve been nice.”

You had no idea how to respond. You didn’t want to be heartless and tell Chris that you were utterly ecstatic not to be pregnant. You also didn’t want to give him any sort of false hope. You wanted to wash your hands of it and move on.

“Yeah… well, I just thought you should know,” you finally said, shrugging.

“Yeah… No, thanks for telling me. I was sort of losing my mind thinking over here and stuff,” he said with a laugh.

“Sorry to hear that,” you offered.

“Y/N… I want to ask you something,” Chris said, his voice full of serious emotion.

“Sure, Chris, go ahead.”

“Do you really love Tom?”

Just as you were about to answer, your mouth already open, Chris continued.

“I know you love him. That’s not the question. Are you sure it’s over between us? I mean, really and truly over? There’s no future for us? You’re sure you want Tom as your future husband?”

You nodded. You could tell Chris wasn’t trying to start a fight, or beg for you back. He seemed to be looking for closure. And that, you could give him.

“Well, it’s only been a few weeks… But I really and truly love him.” After a moment, you decided to add, “Chris, I’m sorry for what I said the last time we were together. About loving him for thirteen years. I don’t want it to seem like I was in love with someone and chose you as a consolation prize. That wasn’t it at all.”

“Oh?”

“I won’t lie. I had a crush on Tom right before you asked me out. That was why I didn’t exactly jump at the chance to date you. I was sort of hoping something would happen between Tom and I. But then I said yes to you, and you made me so happy. You were this amazing guy that treated me well, you were sweet to me, you actually rivaled me in loving Disney…”

At this, he laughed.

“You made me incredibly happy, and I eventually thought that my feelings for Tom just faded away. I mistook it for loneliness or misreading how close we were…. But… when he told me he loved me, I knew that the last thirteen years and how I’ve felt towards him wasn’t just infatuation. It was real. What we had was real too. I did love you.”

“Just not enough, huh?” he asked in a solemn voice. But behind it, there was this layer of understanding. He finally seemed to be getting it.

“I think… we loved each other in different ways, is all. Maybe I’m your true love. Maybe I’m not. You’re a great love of mine… but Tom is…”

“The love of your life,” he finished.

After a second, you finally said, “Yeah. Chris I don’t want you to ever think I didn’t love you…”

“I don’t Y/N. I know you did.”

“Good.”

“I just want to make sure you’re really happy and making the right choice, that’s all. I won’t stand in your way or bother you.”

“I am happy. I swear...”

He let out a breath of air. “Well I don’t like it… in fact, I hate it. But I respect your feelings and your life, so I wish you nothing but the best.”

“Thank you, Chris. You too. I’m sorry things ended up this way. If I could wave a magic wand and give you your happiness, I would.”

“I know, sweetheart. That’s why I love ya.” You could hear the smile in his voice as he talked. “Well… I guess I’ll let you go then. Let you start your life with him. I’ll get out of your hair.”

“If you ever need anything, I’m still here for you,” you promised, feeling a lump form in your throat.

“You too. Goodbye, Y/N.”

“Bye, Chris.”

And just like that, the call ended. You felt slightly better, giving Chris and yourself some piece of mind. He had closure, hopefully. Or at least a way to start healing. Now, it was time for you to move on as well.

Before long, Tom was home. When he saw your face, he could tell you weren’t doing so well, so he wrapped you in a loving embrace, kissing your head.

“Are you alright, darling?”

“I will be. We’re together, and that’s what’s important. No baby, no Chris. Just you, and me, for the rest of the week.”

“I like the sound of that. Sounds like just what we need.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Forever Tags:

@essie1876​

@magpiegirl80​

@letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked​

@iamwarrenspeace

@marvel-imagines-yes-please​

@superwholocked527

@missinstantgratification​

@thejemersoninferno

@rda1989​

@munlis​

@thefridgeismybestie​

@bubblyanarocks3​

@igiveupicantthinkofausername​

@kaliforniacoastalteens​

@feelmyroarrrr​

@kaeling​

@friendlyneighbourhoodweirdo​

@damalseer​

@heyitscam99​

@yknott81​

@sorryimacrapwriter​

@glitterquadricorn​

@xxqueenofisolationxx​

@little-dis-kaalista-pythonissama

@bittersweetunicorm​

@alyssaj23​

@sea040561​

@princess76179​

@thisismysecrethappyplace​

@sarahp879​

@malfoysqueen14

Tom Hiddleston:

@camigt1999​

@lenawiinchester​

@esoltis280

Sebastian Stan:

@nedthegay​

@lostinspace33​

@alwayshave-faith​

@elleatrixlestrange​

@buenostardissherlock​

@lenawiinchester​

@the-red-world-of-jess-chibi​

@memory-of-a-goldfish​

@shamptain-shmerica

@crazybutconfidentaf​

@esoltis280​

@alwayshave-faith​

Chris Evans:

@nedthegay​

@camigt1999​

@lostinspace33​

@alwayshave-faith​

@elleatrixlestrange​

@lenawiinchester​

@mellsstark​

@esoltis280​

@patzammit​

WR Tag:

@gaylemonshark​ @tacohead13​

@seabasstiantrash​

@nerdy-bookworm-1998​

@berruneko09​

[seigaku9th-blog]

my computer broke months ago, hence the lack of updates. apologies for that! i tried writing up a quick summary of my latest trip to japan on my phone despite that, since i really wanted to share some details with everyone.

i was in japan from february 1st to 21st! during that time, i saw tenimyu’s VS higa six times, which i will talk about in a separate entry. so for now, let’s talk about bungou stray dogs on stage, stage oofuri, mononofu & nostalgic wonderland, as well as spi’s valentine fanmeeting!

02.03 BUNGOU STRAY DOGS what better way to start one of my japanese theater pilgrimages than by going to see my #1 boy, hideya (7th tezuka), less than 24 hours after landing in japan? i also had the chance to see teruma (6th inui) & kuwano (2nd shishido).

what most impressed me about this production was the choice casting. people i usually am iffy on were given very fitting roles that they rocked in, and of course, hideya was able to shine as the very popular & multidimensional character that is dazai. i was really happy to hear so many audience members gush about how good he was during the intermission! i think it’s one of the greatest compliments for an actor when fans of the original work & characters enjoy their portrayal.

i also enjoyed all the effort & wit put into the staging, the supernatural aspect of the franchise put into motion in such smart & artistic ways. also hideya is fantastic, gorgeous, versatile, charismatic, perfect.

when i got home, i found out that ryosei (8th inui) had went to see the show at the same time as i did...

02.11 OOFURI ️ oofuri was such a lighthearted & fun stage play, which really carried the energy of the source material. fantastic casting decisions were made here, i had a lot of fun both discovering actors i knew less and also seeing actors i’ve known for a while in person for the first time!!

i was mostly inclined to see the show because mashu (7th momo) & junpei (2nd marui) were in it!!!! i love them so much and was really happy to see them perform. they have very sparkly eyes and mashu is just such a delight to watch.

ps. ino hiroki is ridiculously handsome

02.12 SPI’S FANMEETING this was my first time going to an event without any tennis motivations, but spi is just such an amazing guy who’s always been very welcoming and inclusive towards his foreign fans, so i thought i’d honor that by attending his fanmeeting. well, of course, i also think of him as an amazingly interesting person and a fantastic performer!!

he had an entire talk section dedicated to sharing toumyu gossip, which i loved. he notably mentionned how arayan (2nd inui) is The Greatest Senpai Ever, that mario (7th eiji) has hilarious over-dramatic reactions of relief and keeps complaining about how tired he is when they’re finally done training, and that imari yu has this tendency to wrap his arm around whoever is sitting next to him...

otherwise, it was mostly spi showing off his wonderful voice with a variety of english songs. including a one direction song. help. he made a few jokes about english stuff, like how funny he thought the lyrics in real love story (tonbokiri’s solo) were, and each time he would look into my direction in a moment of north american bonding... i felt like i couldn’t unleash my full fanboy self bcuz we had an unexplainable bro bond now

after the event itself, much like for tenimyu, we had to wait our block’s turn to get out of our seats for miokuri. while waiting for my turn, an older lady came up to me and started talking to me in english, asking me where i was from, if i liked tourabu, if i’d go see take me out, saying her friend & her saw me earlier and thought i was cute, thanking me for coming, etc. now, i’m not going to assume anything, but spi did make a joke at the start of the event asking if there were mothers in the room (said lady cheered), and i also know for a fact that spi’s mother is an english teacher... hmmm...

afterwards, i got to meet spi! he handed each of us a rose since it was valentine’s day, which i thought was absolutely adorable  i was getting ready to ask 英語でいいですか？ before saying anything in english, just in case, but he was the one who super excitedly started talking to me in english, asking me where i was from & all!! we talked for a surprisingly long while considering it was just a miokuri! i was really happy... i also went WOW YOU’RE SO TALL I’M SURPRISED bcuz i’m never prepared for anyone that isn’t an inui to tower over me

02.16 MONONOFU  i went into this show excited to see so many of my favorites gorgeous boys, notably tsune (2nd atobe), kubohide (2nd niou), arayan (2nd inui), kent (3rd shinji) & sugie (2nd yuuji). since i didn’t particularly enjoy or understand the previous titles of this franchise which i had seen on DVD, my expectations for anything other than eye candy were fairly low. i ended up pleasantly surprised, as a fan of japanese history & the bakumatsu era in particular! this segment of the story covered the shinsengumi’s fall, with kondo isami’s execution & okita soji’s death at the hands of illness. i actually ended up crying along with everyone else in the theater, the actors’ performance & dramatic staging allowing a really emotional, honest & down-to-earth portrayal of a story we all love so much.

and of course, tsune was incredibly hot and kubohide really does look like that and arayan is so cool and kent is ridiculously handsome and sugie is a charismatic angel. but everyone was really fantastic! i knew ryosuke from kamen rider ghost, but his portrayal of okita really touched me. i also thought it was super cool how katsura’s actor was a legit kabuki actor! so impressive to watch!

02.17 NOSTALGIC WONDERLAND oh this show. THIS!! SHOW!! you guys!! this was undoubtedly one of my favorite things i’ve ever seen on a japanese stage!! okay, i might be a little biased because i’m a really big fan & collector of all things 60s~90s, but really!! this was just a bundle of joy, nothing but singing & dancing & casual talk segments between the actors.

the story here is actually pretty funny. i initially didn’t get a ticket for this, thinking “okay this would be fun but i already saw miura (3rd atobe), ikumin (3rd oshitari) & masa (1st niou) in person and i’m not supposed to spend money on anyone other than seigaku anyways”. then my love for miura amplified tenfolds. then my friend was like hey i have an extra ticket. then i was like i shouldn’t. then i watched shinken ranbu sai. then my love for miura amplified even further. then i was like okay please. i need that ticket. then my friend is like okay sure here is a pic of your ticket btw! and i see. the words. “Guest: Yata Yusuke”. written on the ticket. i have never been so happy to have ever decided to go see a show.

so, yes. i had the chance to watch yata (7th fuji) perform in person. he sang Open Arms by Journey, which was an absolute delight. a song i love and a voice i adore. i actually found myself crying while listening to his singing. listen... y’all know how much i love 7th cast. this meant a lot.

during the talk segment, miura was extremely excited to introduce yata, and is so jumpy, happy & clingy near him! it’s adorable! these two have been senpai & kouhai before miura’s days in tenimyu and continue to work together to this day. yata, in classic 7th fashion, was incredibly entertaining & hilarious in all of his crude honesty and lack of fucks. notably just saying “i don’t know these guys” about everyone who wasn’t miura, ikumin, masa & utsumi (2nd saeki), being absolutely exasperated and lacking in any efforts when asked to do cute fanservice, and also getting upset at masa for talking so much instead of letting him sing his solo. beautiful.

but my favorite moment was when miura exposed ikumin as a being a huge fan of yata! saying he always sings yata’s tenimyu songs when they karaoke! ikumin was incredibly flustered, but he confirmed this and straight up said “yata’s fuji is the best”. he then proceeded to kneel on the floor and reinterpret yata’s boku wa kawaru from VS shitenhoji for at least half a minute. i was howling with laughter, i can’t believe this was even allowed to happen?? where is the tennis police?? (too scared of miura and a 7th, probably.)

back to the actual show! they performed a wonderful variety of our songs, from The Karpenters to Blondie to Elvis and the Backstreet Boys as the great finale. absolutely incredible content. we all know the range of singing and/or dancing talent from our tenimyu boys, but the other actors were also really incredible singers, one is a trained ballet dancer as well, and another could play a wind instrument! sheer talent all around. miura & the other dancer, rui, had a contemporary dance number together, a very sensual one at that!!

there was also a lot of fanservice & audience interaction! and of course, i wound up with an alley seat. let’s start smoothly. i got a wink from masa when he stopped at our row during the final number!! and a big smile from ikumin during his solo!!

but what still has me *ahem* Shook to this day... is miura. yeah. during his solo — a cover of Venus by Frankie Avalon — he walked thru the alleys, doing cute fanservice with a few audience members, up until he stopped right in front of our row. i was smiling so widely from 50% happiness & 50% nervosity, and then he ended up looking right at me. held out his hand towards me. and smiled so beautifully as he continued singing. i think my heart actually stopped beating in that moment. and my hands were still shaking by the end of the show. i’m fine. yeah. uh huh