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Pete Brenner - Pain Hustlers, 2023

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[evansbby]

What would Ari wear at Met

Ari would be there as my accessory. He would wear a black suit. Blue or white if he wants to push the envelope. Hair slicked back and curling at the base of his neck. His hand on my lower back as he takes the back seat and lets me have my moment bc fashion is for the girlies💅🏼 and not him.

[still-scribblin]

Please, Please, Please

i just followed where the story took me, it was a few hundred words when i realized there was no smut in the books for this one????? none for now anyway and!! this doesn't seem directly derived from the song the longer i wrote but duhfaiuhdfjnldjfb whatever - also just posting this as soon as i finish so i don't have time to second guess or be shy so there are probably mistakes somewhere here isdbfhs

tags: inspired by a song, rlly mild angst at first but it's all good, reader-centric, 'Reese' is a nickname, if you read the whole thing here you'll get where it came from lmao

written for @stargazingfangirl18 's birthday! 🥳

hey siri! happy birthday! i'm one of your readers and i think it’s so cool that you hosted an event for writing for your birthday. it’s always a treat reading the stories you’ve written (and even the ones you’ve reblogged) when they come up on my dash and you’re one of the first cevans writers i’ve come across that just got me hooked on him and made me appreciate the different characters he’s played in his career! also one of the writers that probably influenced me to try writing for cevans characters too hihi. anyway i hope you have a great birthday here on tumblr and irl with your loved ones and closest friends, and i hope writing keeps you happy and that you share more of those happiness with the community here on tumblr. happy birthday!!! 🎈🎁🎊

i’ve been meaning to write for ransom using this song so i’m glad i got to use this event as a motivator for that. i chose to write for ransom first because he’s usually who i’m reminded of when i look at your blog (probably bc of the icon?) anywayyy yea :)))

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“Are you ashamed of me?” 

“Wha- no! Never! You know I’m so proud of you, right?” 

“I mean I understand you know,” he said bitterly, ripping your heart to shreds. “I wouldn’t want to be seen with me either.” It took a long time for him to be alright after realizing what he’d done, it took even longer for him to regain his confidence and show his true, lovely, colors after all that. Now it seems like all of that progress will be set back all because you’d lost the ability to speak.

“It’s not that at all Ran, I promise.” 

“Really? Because I heard you threatening to pull your sister’s hair until she went bald when we ran into her at the supermarket if she said anything about us.” you couldn’t breathe. he heard that? “I didn’t even know you were capable of saying violent things. It was a nice change, definitely made you hotter.” somehow you knew he meant it even if he was avoiding your eyes this time around, trying to keep the hurt off of his face. 

“Please believe me when I say I’m not ashamed. Of you, or us, or anything you’ve done and been through. It’s a problem with me, I swear.” your heart hurt at the disbelieving look he gave you. 

“You’re a saint, why would it be a problem with you? Just be honest with me, Reese. I’m a grown man, I can take it.” You hugged his head to your chest, combed his hair with your fingers, and choked on your tears. Words that you couldn’t say tripping over each other, suddenly in a rush to be spoken when they’d been stuck in your throat for days. It wasn’t his fault that this meeting would be doomed to fail, and something inside you would die if you let him go back to the driver’s seat believing that you saw him as anything less than the man he was, the most loving partner you’d ever had. 

You didn’t even realize your position had changed until you inhaled a mouthful of the fibers of his sweater. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you shrugged. The sigh he’d let out at least let you know he’s okay and out of the self-deprecating hole he’d dug himself into while he waited for you to speak. 

“It’s going to be okay.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Maybe, but I have high hopes. You’ve always spoken so highly of your family, and if you’re right about them then maybe they’d give me a chance, just like you did.” the way he looked straight into your eyes with unshakeable faith stole the breath from your lungs, and that was that. you didn’t know what you did to deserve him. 

Whatever happens, you were content knowing that Ransom knew where you were coming from, and that whatever anyone would say, you didn’t think of him any less. You steeled yourself as you both got back out front, the ride still quiet but definitely more comfortable as you felt the weight of your intertwined hands on your lap. 

“Well that wasn’t so bad. What were you so nervous for?” staring at the ceiling of your childhood bedroom, squeezed against Ransom’s body and the wall beside your twin-sized bed, you’d barely heard what he said, feeling so snug and comfortable at finally being able to relax now that all’s said and done. You didn’t even know you lost sleep over it. 

“Hey.” Ransom poked your cheek. He laughed as you groaned and buried your face in his chest. 

“I don’t even know.” you exhaled, watching his chest rise and fall calmly. 

For once in your life you were happy to be proven wrong. You’d thought that it would be a disaster of an afternoon, but your sister – godbless her blabbering mouth – had already told the whole family about Ransom, and about how she saw you two goofing off in the supermarket that day before approaching you two. The family had already known apparently, and were just happy that you found someone who wouldn’t take you for granted, regardless of their past. 

Tears stung at your eyes at the idea of Ransom staying, not because he needed anything from you, but just because he wanted to. 

“Come on,” you felt him grumble. “get out of that pretty head and come into bed with me. you already left me to fend for myself the whole afternoon.” he complained. 

“Do I have to fuck your soul back into your body?” that got your attention. 

“What?”

“What?” you could only watch, incredulous, as Ransom palmed his growing hard-on and proceeded to position himself between your legs with a mischievous grin. “I’ve been thinking of this since you told me we were visiting.” at your blank look, he sighed.

“Fucking you in your childhood bedroom, of course.” he snorted as you suddenly sat up and began hitting his arm out of embarrasment. seriously, where was the filter on this man’s mouth? 

Apparently having had enough of games, you soon found yourself unable to move, hands pinned by one of his own above your head, your view taken up by Ransom furrowing his brows as he took his pants off with only one hand. 

“Are you serious?” 

“Yep.” he said, insufferable. You could only watch as he made a show of sucking on his particularly placed middle finger — the eyeroll you gave him only widened his stupid grin — and pressed said finger in the middle of your panties, tracing your slit over the cloth and breaking your unimpressed stare that he wasn’t buying. 

“You’re such a worrywart,” Ransom said as he slid a thick finger into you, the gusset of your underwear pushed to the side, his eyes never leaving yours. “but I shouldn’t complain, that is how we finally got to talking, after all.”

The hand holding yours slid down to push your thighs further apart. The mental image of what you must look like, inside your family home, with only the four thin walls of your bedroom to keep your dignity intact sparked a fresh wave of arousal over you. Ransom, who had always been attentive, raised a curious eyebrow at the subtle twitch of your body. “you like this, don’t you?” 

you refused to answer the accusation, refused to watch his infuriating smirk grow, but you should have known that would never fly with him. you squeaked as you felt a firm slap on your clit. 

“answer me.” 

“...yes” you whispered. you closed your eyes as he began chuckling, muttering to himself about how ‘he knew it’. One thing you’d learned about Ransom was that the guy loved to talk. The only time he ever shut up was when you sat on his face, because even asleep he liked to mutter random things, like book quotes or threats to family members that were nowhere near him, thankfully. 

the sound of footsteps nearing your bedroom had you looking back at him, panicked. Ransom on the other hand, seemed excited, going by the way his eyes lit up. 

“hey!” your sister knocked. “movie starts in 10 minutes so if you two aren’t down by that time I’m busting this door open even if I have to do it blindfolded!” 

“kinky!” Ransom replied. The loud thump of your fist against his shoulder was drowned out by your sister’s laughter. 

“fuck you!” you whispered, unbelievably embarrased. 

“that’s exactly what I’m trying to do.” Ransom says matter-of-factly, his face speaking of the herculean challenges you’re no doubt going to have to endure for the next 9 and a half minutes.

[manganiello]

should I change my icon to cevans flexing???

[achubbydumpling]

Seeing your acc pop up again and then looking at Chris has made my brain fiend on thoughts of chubby C. Evans kssbskdndkdkld sorry just thought you should know how iconic ur impact is

haha I'm always happy to inspire chubby cevans thoughts :D

I have said this many times but I can just imagine him so perfectly getting chubby, like all those pictures we have of him drinking beer 😩😩 and the calories in alcohol can so easily add up (mild intox warning for under the cut)

Does it, Chris? 😏

maybe he takes a break from acting, maybe to direct some of his own stuff, whatever the reason, he suddenly has more free time where he doesn't have to worry about his diet for his upcoming role

I think his natural body type is a bit leaner than what he trains for, so imagine in his mind he's like "it takes a lot of work to gain muscle, that means I have a fast metabolism, so I won't gain fat very quickly either" an easy justification for droping pretty much his entire diet and training regime

maybe he still enjoys lifting, but some extra calories might even help with that, so what if he doesn't even really notice the gain at first

he's taking a break, so he's wearing mostly loose comfortable clothes, his days are spent catching up on movies and shows he hasn't had the time to watch, slow walks with Dodger and the evenings are spent in various bars hanging out with friends he's spent way too little time with while he was working

so yeah he's getting comfortable, settling into a slower life and hey he's in his fourties, it'd be totally normal for the middle-aged spread to set in, nothing to worry about

ok his jeans pinch a bit when he puts them on, his belt buckle digs into his stomach when he's sitting down, it's not like he has a real belly, it's just a bit more of a curve instead of the toned abs he maintained for most of his roles

and it's not all bad, he's gotten compliments on how he's bulking up, his arms get thicker, his chest looks bigger (his waist does too but that pretty much evens out, right? :D)

appearance is like 80% of an actor's job, since Chris is anxiety-prone anyway maybe he worries about it, putting together diet plans when he wakes up after another evening spent in some bar(s), but this is also nice, a vacation, so he waits with bated breath for the other shoe to drop

it never does

5lbs, turn into 10, maybe 15lbs, his shirts start clinging to the growing curve in his middle, he can still suck it in and flex and he looks like he used to, it's not that much weight, but Chris finds his hands drifting there nonetheless

there's something about it.. especially when he comes home late at night with his belly full of beer and bar food, when he's tipsy and relaxed, his posture is loose, maybe there's even still a smile playing around his lips as he undresses to fall into bed

his knuckles brush his bloated belly as he tries to undo the button on his jeans, that's been getting harder lately, but when he finally manages it the zipper slides down on its own when the beer bloat settles lower on his middle, instinctively he cups the swell of his lower belly

it perfectly fills his palm, warm excitement bubbles up in his chest, like he suddenly has too much energy where he just wanted to crawl into bed a minute ago, he scratches over the sensitive skin to alleviate the excited buzzing, it does nothing except make him want to touch more, explore, really push his limits

there's a certain spirit for competition needed to make it in his profession, a drive that takes Chris over now and stirs him into the kitchen, not the bedroom

just a snack, nothing crazy, maybe another beer, it's barely past 1 am

he grabs a pack of peanuts and a beer, some water too, as fun as this is hangovers are a bitch

just in socks, underwear and a shirt Chris flops down on the bed, he takes a pull from the bottle before he rips open the peanuts, the salt is exactly the thing he needed after a few hours of drinking, he didn't go overboard, just maintained a constant buzz that had him feeling happy, floaty and in exactly the right mood to down an entire package of salted peanuts

it's the perfect feedback loop, salt, beer, salt, beer, the package is empty in no time at all and Chris can almost see his belly bloat from how quickly he finishes the beer, it feels like an achievement when the empty bottle hits his nightstand

with no one around Chris doesn't even try to stifle his burps, sprawled out on the bed, he almost feels like some roman ruler, pure decadence

there's nothing better than running his hands over his belly, it's so round, his sides too, he can't quite grab any fat yet but just being able to pinch a little roll makes him want more, more food and long evenings spent in some dimly lit bar surrounded by the people he loves most, more lazy days and days capped off with a cold beer

his hands travel lower and it's like a switch is flipped, his mind scatters, flooding with images of his bloated belly getting bigger, softer, his entire body, now that he's looking have his thighs gotten thicker? didn't they used to have proper muscle definition?

when he relaxes completely there's a slight jiggle to them, god he can't wait for that to develop properly, action hero figure be damned he needs to know what another 20lbs will look like

(sorry for the late response I hope there's still something in here for you, anon, in my wild ramblings haha and if you want to share those thoughts of chubby C. Evans 👀 my inbox is always open (I promise I'll try to respond quicker 🙈))

[themarysuep]

i know RDJ auditioned for dr doom back in the past for the first f4 movie in the 2000s.... but like, w h y. i think an evil iron man of another earth, who is set on destorying earths in contrast to our earth's iron man sacrificing himself would be quite compelling? gosh, if they wont give up on a white man, they shd have just dropped a load of money for Cillian Murphy or something.

Yeah it seems he wanted to play Doom and mcu desperately need some hype so they brought him back. The anti mcu folks were so convinced RDJ, Cevans and Scajo hate the mcu or something. And here RDJ is back and its not even for his iconic role. And the other 2 are partly back according to rumors.

I actually kinda love Doom and Iron Man is just ok to me so I'm a little intrigued tbh. But the alt Iron Man would have brought the hype with the Peter and Tony stans so that might have been smarter.

[comiiical]

Awake, and on PC.

Lee

Keegan

Bradley

Peter (MEB)

Stephen (Rudy, Robbie, Cevans)

Phoenix (Matt)

Jasper

Maximo

I have raid tonight later than usual but still raid and over the course of the day I will be playing games with a friend so speed is going to be slow af. Discord better than tumblr but eitherway will be on both if anyone wants to do something. I will use gif icons forl esser impact on my pc. Have a good day.

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i can’t believe ofmd fans will never know the power behind the picture of sebastian stan and cevans with stevebucky cosplayers kissing, it’s literally seared in my brain like. true icon status

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