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phanfictioncatalogue · 4 days ago

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Phan Around the World (3) Masterlist

part one, part two

2 minutes (ao3) - easybubbyy

Summary: On the long flight to Australia, Dan gets a tad bit handsy. They sort it out in the bathroom.

Ain't as far as it used to be (ao3) - jestbee

Summary: Paris is different than he expected, and Dan can't lose the thing chasing him.

around the world and back again (ao3) - kay_okay

Summary: Phil looks down into brown eyes, sparkling and giant and ones he’s memorised the shape of.

anniversary (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: Dan and Phil go to Vegas to celebrate the end of the US leg of the tour – and their fifteenth anniversary.

Bernie and Phyl (ao3) - skygremlin

Summary: Phil might have accidentally booked them an extra night at their Boston hotel. He also might have slept through his alarm the next morning. And he also might have sat in some chocolate and managed to ruin his pillow, requiring their already-late departure pause for a quick trip to a certain aptly named furniture store.

Birthdays In Poland (ao3) - developerdaniel

Summary: The fic where it's dan's 27th birthday while they're on tour and phil makes sure to still go above and beyond for the love of his life.

change (ao3) - manchesterau

Summary: Everything is carefully controlled and he wonders why it seems that coming to Australia loosens his self-restraint.

Colour Me Free (ao3) - realeyesrealize

Summary: Over the next few days Dan draws and redraws a tiny triangle on his bicep every morning with a sharpie, because he’s never been one to take decisions lightly, because he’s still afraid of commitment but the need to have those three lines on his skin is stronger.

Or: queer signaling, a triangle, an earring and Russia.

fallen green leaves (ao3) - hoodiestrings (orphan_account)

Summary: He moves to hug Dan from behind, rests his chin on his shoulder and his palms against the gentle slope of his stomach.

“You are warm,” Phil says. I love you, he means.

( or the one where Dan is in Phil's arms and everything is fine )

french toast, again (ao3) - buskingalbatross

Summary: Dan's ice cream shop dream, sort of. Not really.

Gästvänlighet / Hospitality (ao3) - Tarredion

Summary: Sweden gives Phil and his soulmate a warm welcome

golden kiwi (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: "Phil turns the corner and spots it on display in a corner of the shop: a large golden kiwi statue. It’s quite possibly the most majestic object he’s ever seen."

(A fic set during Dan and Phil's day off in Auckland during the Terrible Influence Tour.)

Holidays and Other Seismic Activities (ao3) - PyroStormIsBae

Summary: Daniel Howell never really learned how to relax. (Set during their vacation to Turkey)

Knulla, gifta sig, döda (The one where they fuck in IKEA) (ao3) - Merrydith

Summary: The American leg of the Terrible Influence Tour was just beginning and what better time to let the builders put the finishing touches on the phouse while they’re away.

For Dan, everything is perfect. Phil is perfect, their life is perfect and it feels like nothing could possibly go wrong.

That is, until they decide to go get dinner at a local IKEA. Dan finds out something that threatens to break his heart and things start to go wrong. Then they go very very right…

Let your balalaika sing (ao3) - chiridotalaevis

Summary: Dan and Phil go to Russia during the Interactive Introverts tour

liquorice ice cream (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: Dan and Phil go on a date to the zoo.

(Snapshots of their Swedish zoo date, September 2024. This fic is free from TIT show spoilers!)

Luxury (ao3) - JudeAraya

Summary: It was early, the dark edging on predawn translucent. The birds were only beginning to chirp. Here, nestled so deep in nature, the Costa Rican jungle all around their treehouse hotel, Dan could feel the hush of morning rising all around him. Phil was still asleep, breaths deep and even. Phil was exhausted--they both were really--but this was something Dan wanted to share with him.

natural. (ao3) - razussy

Summary: tampa, florida. known for plenty of things ranging from busch gardens to outback steakhouse. unlike the amusement park, however, there’s a certain drink phil’s been eyeing since he’s seen promotional advertisements on his nightly youtube sessions.

new zealand during six am (ao3) - watergator (orphan_account)

Summary: dan and phil wake up early during their first day in new zealand to get some laundry done

Origins of the Phass Inflation Post (Dan and Phil in Greece) (ao3) - EverythingIsAsItWas

Summary: Dan and Phil rarely take vacations just for themselves, vacations in which they make no content, do not work, and simply enjoy each other's company. Going to Greece feels like the perfect opportunity for this, but Phil also thinks it's the perfect opportunity for a video... and Dan likes being a little shit.

Phome is where the heart is (ao3) - blossomsphan

Summary: dan and phil go shopping at target while in Seattle for tit. they’re feeling festive for the season and a little sappy bc, well, duh 🧡

photos in portugal (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: Mostly, Dan just looks silly and gangly-limbed, his curls dripping with pool water, his foot sticking out, and Phil can’t help but pull his phone out to take a picture.

A fic about their November 2023 Portugal trip.

Piggy Back Rides (ao3) - yikesola

Summary: “You know the last time I did this, I ended up in a cast, right?” Phil laughs.

A ficlet about playing and winning.

Stand clear of the closing doors (The next stop is: 28th Street) (ao3) - skygremlin

Summary: Dan and Phil are in New York on tour and agreed to meet a friend across the city, so having taken lots of trains around the world like the grown adults they are, they get on the subway. Except when the conductor calls out the next stop at 28th Street, they realize they've made a big mistake.

The Hockey Game (ao3) - Jinny12912

Summary: Dan and Phil go see a hockey game while touring through Canada. Dan has too much to drink during the game and needs some help from Phil to make it back home before wetting himself.

the pool noodle fight (ao3) - jonsaremembers

Summary: Navigating the emotional aftermath of Phil's near-death experience with the help of, uh, some foam pool toys.

third times the charm (ao3) - jestbee

Summary: Phil doesn't get sick in Japan, Dan worries anyway.

To Love (ao3) - thewakeless

Summary: dan, phil, moscow, and the overbearing emotional toll of being in the closet.

Today Is For Us (ao3) - CaibrynM

Summary: Dan and Phil take a day for themselves in between the tour ending, planning for their premiere in Brazil and the upcoming Christmas Holidays. Lots of Fluff and a little smut.

two chai teas (ao3) - twoheadlights (fizzfic)

Summary: Dan and Phil go to Chennai, India.

When in Washington (ao3) - dnpangels

Summary: An outsider POV fic about a guy sitting behind Dan and Phil at the University of Washington football game.

you can see it with the lights out (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: Somehow it’s taken Dan until he got to Japan, but here it’s caught up with him, hit him like a freight train. Phil keeps laughing at him, showing him pictures on his phone of Dan’s face softened by it, posture loosened by it.

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfic #phan #phanfiction #dan and phil #masterlists #travel #travel Masterlist

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gojossotoru · 6 days ago

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Introducing the not-so-bad prep

Full name: Barbara Jane Prescott

Nicknames: Barb (general, her friends and family call her this), Barbie (called by Jimmy Hopkins as a joke sometimes), BJ (sometimes called by Bif Taylor)

Preferred name: Barbara or Barb, she doesn't mind (but she likes to be called Barbara more)

Age: 15

Birthdate: February 15th

Sexuality: straight

Height: 5'4"

Race: white

Ethnicity: English, Scottish

Appearance: pale skin with light freckles all over (including her face), blue eyes, long red hair (always tied in a ponytail)

Clique: Preps

Likes: light pink, strawberry ice cream, her friends, milkshakes, sleeping, cats, reading romance novels, music, her family, good scented perfumes, skincare, movies, sunsets, family bonding, food, salmon sushi, learning about new things, rumors/gossips

Dislikes: discrimination, incest, the "marry your cousin is legal" thingy, her fellow preps's classist attitude, bad humor, formal parties, backstabbers, rumors/gossips that are unbelievable to believe (like it doesn't make any sense at all), being alone forever, failing, hot teas, coffee, bad written movies, the prefects, Mr. Burton, bullying, insects

Hobbies: reading, listening to music, swimming

Nerds reputation + status: 68%

Preps reputation + status: 70%

Greasers reputation + status: 29%

Jocks reputation + status: 27%

Bullies reputation + status: 10%

Non-cliques reputation + status: 49%

Townies reputation + status: 5%

Best friends: Pinky Gauthier, Bryce Montrose

Friends/Acquaintances: the whole prep (except for Bryce and Pinky because they're her besties <3), Beatrice Trudeau, Christy Martin

Enemies: the greasers, Gary Smith

Love interest: Thad Carlson

Tropes: tutor (Thad) x the one who's getting tutored (Barbara), slow burn, different cliques, nerd x prep, opposites attract

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Background:

She was born in Boston, Massachusetts to Edmund Prescott and Paisley Prescott (neé Barclay). Her father, Edmund is an heir to a famous hotel called 'The Hera Hotel' in Boston while her mother, Paisley is the daughter of a socialite. Both of them come from old money families and met through the connections of their own families, the two were and still are happy with each other. After Paisley gave birth to Barbara's older sister, Marsha at the age of 23, they were happier than ever because they wanted to start a family of their own and... they did. Although they spoiled Marsha so much like other rich families, they don't teach her to be rude to people who are not rich like them, who don't have the luxury as them and they did the same teaching to Barbara. 4 years later, Paisley gave birth to Barbara and they treat her the same way as they treat Marsha. Growing up, Barbara was like a normal child as if she's not from a rich family. She's not snobbish but instead treats people who're not rich with equality and ignore the fact that they're not from rich families like her, because why would she care? It's not her business to care about it and to her, it's very rude to judge what they're from and their fortunes. Other than that, Her parents sent Barbara to Bullworth Academy when she was 11 so that she could have her education there. It was her father's decision because he used to attend there and wanted her to go to a school that isn't as luxurious nor filled with rich kids (except for the preps). Barbara didn't mind it because her sister Marsha is also a student at the academy, so she's not alone. At the academy, Barbara joined the preps and the rest as people say, is history

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Personality:

She doesn't care about how people who aren't rich are different from rich people, she thinks it's ridiculous. She wants her fellow preps to treat others the same way as they treat each other but that seems to backfire because she would get scoffs and even insults from them, she would just roll her eyes and say "you all are so ridiculous". A lot of people say that she's nice for a prep, which Barbara understands why they say "for a prep", because other preps aren't so... Nice and she wishes that they (the preps) would change their attitude but she doesn't think that they would in the future, but she feels there's hope for them to change. She helps others and sometimes stands up to a person who's getting bullied, she just hates seeing people getting bullied, it makes her uncomfortable. Barbara is a fashion girlie, she LOVES it and lives for it. She doesn't over-dress too much but she doesn't dress like a person who dressed themselves in the dark, she really likes to give fashion advice to someone and talk about fashion with Gord Vendome. She's confident about the way she is and everything that is going on, she doesn't shy away from anyone and she would be honest about them in front. She's a curious girl who wants to know more about someone who she thinks are kinda interesting, she would ask questions but if it makes them uncomfortable then she would stop and let them live their wonderful (or not-so-wonderful) day. She's also impatient but not as impatient as Pinky Gauthier, Barbara doesn't like waiting for 20-30 minutes and she would call them on her phone, telling them to hurry. But if she has a date and her boyfriend was late for, like, 15-20 minutes then she would tell him on her phone that she wants to cancel it because he's late, the reason for it is because she doesn't want to waste her time and doesn't want to wait for them for an HOUR. She can be very annoyed if someone cat-calls her or insults her for no reason or even tells her what to do if she's in a bad mood, she would answer them with insults while glaring at them. She judges people very easily based on their attitude or gossips about them, she can easily believe about the gossips if it sounds legit (she gets gossips from Christy)

Overall, she's a wonderful prep and not like her fellow preps who are all classist and snobbish towards non-rich folks. But she can be a bitch sometimes

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Infos about Barbara:

--- her interest in fashion is a little inspired by Cher Horowitz from Clueless

--- her older sister Marsha is the next heiress of The Hera Hotel since Marsha was born first before Barbara, which she's actually grateful for because she doesn't know how to handle a freaking hotel

--- Marsha is three years older than Barbara

--- Marsha used to be a prep after transferring to Bullworth Academy at the age of 11 but she left the clique 2 weeks later because she can't stand their attitude

--- (not Barbara related) The Hera Hotel is inspired by Hera Palace from The Penthouse: War in Life, a K-drama

--- she doesn't like Barbie dolls :/

--- she LOVEEES light pink. If light pink was a human being, it would be her. Almost all of her clothes are light pink, seriously

--- Christy is Barbara's main source when it comes to rumors and gossip. She literally believes all of them because it sounds 'legit' and 'believable' to her ears

--- her father is of English descent while her mother is of Scottish descent

--- her role model is Audrey Hepburn

--- her favorite shoes are platform Mary Janes (the only shoes she wears other than converse)

--- her favorite type of cake is strawberry cheesecake

--- probably the only prep that has a family that is against incest

--- Barbara and Bryce are childhood friends. Their fathers have known each other since Bullworth Academy. Edmund helps Bryce and his family with their financial problems

--- she's kind of over-protective of Bryce and she's afraid that the preps would make fun of Bryce if they found out about his and his family's problems. If they actually did find out somehow then Barbara would be on full defending mode immediately

--- she's like a sister to Bryce

--- her parents visit her at the academy during the holidays

--- Barbara is a picky eater. If she sees a dish that looks 'unappetizing' to her eyes, she would not eat it but if she sees a dish that looks appetizing to her eyes, she would eat it

--- Barbara hates Lola more than the greasers. Not because she's a slut, it's because she plays with all the boys' feelings and also a cheater

--- Thad is Barbara's tutor. She failed math for the 3rd time (it's a hard subject, so it's understandable), so the teacher told Barbara that she's going to need a tutor, which she's fine with because she doesn't want to fail while Thad being surprised and a little frightened that he's going to be tutor to a prep. Thad begins to tutor her about math and keeps on going everyday and then the two slowly develop feelings for each other. Three weeks later later, they started to date

--- she's LOUD and PROUD of her dating Thad, she doesn't care about him being a nerd and him being not rich. She doesn't care and she loves his personality, and she thinks his lisps are cute. While her fellow preps are judging her for this (Bryce doesn't judge her that much because she's his childhood bestie), she would ignore them and change the subject every time but if it doesn't work then she would say "Why do you care so much?"

--- her family, especially her parents don't mind her dating the boy as long as he treated her well and good

--- Barbara and the rest of the preps (except for Bryce and Pinky) are not close due to their different views on non-rich people but they still talk to each other, hang out, and allow her to be in the clique

--- she really loves when Thad talks to her non-stop (like he's yapping at her about mostly nerdy things), it's because she loves his voice. She would be smiling at him and sometimes putting her chin on top of her hand while may or may not be listening to him (she doesn't focus on what he says sometimes but rather listens to his voice... if that makes sense 😭)

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(notes from the maker of the oc)

HAIII!!! >.<

I actually didn't plan to make a third oc but since ideas was flooding my mind, I decided to make it. I wasn't proud of her personality and background but I'm not good at it (the personality) so... :/

Anyways, I hope you like her and the faceclaim is Sophia Lillis as Beverly Marsh. Credits to polarrfilters_q on Polarr <333

#bully #bully game #bully canis canem edit #bully scholarship edition #bully cce #bully se #bully rockstar #bully oc #bully ocs #video games #oc #my oc character #original character introduction #original character info #my original oc #original character #barbara prescott

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thatrickmcginnis · 4 months ago

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SAM RIVERS, Toronto 1989

That Sam Rivers was born just over a hundred years ago is a reminder that the avant-garde tradition in jazz is an old one. The son of a gospel singer, the Oklahoma-born Rivers moved to Boston where he studied at the Conservatory, which helped build his command of music theory and composition that would make him stand out in his career. Briefly a member of Miles' Davis legendary quintet, he recorded his first album for Blue Note Records in 1964, working as a sideman on albums by Blue Note artists such as Tony Williams, Andrew Hill and Larry Young. His work would often straddle bebop and free jazz, and he would perform and record with influential artists such as Anthony Braxton, Dave Holland and Cecil Taylor. In the '70s he and his wife Beatrice opened their NYC loft to performances, and Studio Rivbea became the most famous of the venues in the city's "loft scene".

I met and photographed saxophonist and flautist Sam Rivers when he came through town with Dizzy Gillespie's Big Band - the trumpeter hadn't been part of the jazz avant-garde for many years, but he frequently hired musicians like Rivers for his band. (Latin jazz trumpet star Arturo Sandoval was also in Gillespie's band when I saw them at Berlin, a club in midtown Toronto.) The perk with playing with Gillespie is that touring conditions were more than decent, and after I talked Rivers into doing a shoot with me, he told me to meet him at the old Sutton Place, a luxury hotel downtown where I did a lot of shooting, as it was the home of the film festival and frequently used to put up big stars by the movie and record companies.

I found a decent spot for my shoot with Sam Rivers in the mezzanine lobby of the Sutton Place, where an antique couch had been placed in front of a big tapestry. (The spot would become a favorite one for shoots.) The light wasn't brilliant but I put high speed Kodak film in my camera and managed to elicit a good range of expressions from Rivers as I coaxed him through our brief but - in hindsight - very productive portrait session. My live photos of Rivers playing in Dizzy Gillespie's band weren't as successful, as the spotlights were mostly on Dizzy and Rivers stuck to his spot downstage from the bebop star. Rivers and his wife moved their Studio Rivbea performing space to Florida in the '90s, where he was able to put together a larger band, and his private recordings have been mined to produce a series of records documenting his work at Studio Rivbea. Sam Rivers died of pneumonia in Florida in December of 2011.

#portrait #portrait photography #photography #black and white #film photography #some old pictures i took #early work #musician #sam rivers #jazz #jazz musician #avant garde #pentax spotmatic

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thebesthealthcareprovider · 3 months ago

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Smile Bright in Dubai: Your Guide to the City's Best Dentists 🦷✨

Hey Tumblr fam! 👋 Are you in Dubai and on the hunt for a top-notch dentist? Or maybe you're planning a trip and want to combine it with some dental work? (Hello, dental tourism!) 🏙️🦷 Well, you're in luck because we're about to dive into the world of the best dentists in Dubai!

Why Dubai for Your Dental Needs? 🌟

Dubai isn't just about sky-high buildings and luxury shopping. It's also becoming a hotspot for world-class medical care, including dentistry! Here's why:

- 🏆 Top-tier facilities with cutting-edge tech

- 🌍 Internationally trained dental pros

- 💼 A perfect blend of tourism and treatment

What Makes a Dentist the Best? 🏅

Before we spill the tea on Dubai's dental scene, let's break down what makes a dentist truly shine:

1. 📚 Qualifications and experience (because you want someone who knows their stuff!)

2. 🦷 Range of services (one-stop-shop, anyone?)

3. 🖥️ High-tech equipment (because old-school isn't always cool)

4. 👍 Glowing patient reviews (real talk from real people)

5. 📍 Convenient location (because Dubai traffic, am I right?)

6. 💰 Fair pricing and insurance options (your wallet will thank you)

Dubai's Dental A-List: The Cream of the Crop 🎖️

Here are some of the most highly regarded dental clinics in Dubai:

1. Dubai Smile Dental Clinic

Specialties: General dentistry, cosmetic dentistry, orthodontics

Location: Jumeirah Beach Road

Why they stand out: Experienced international team, cutting-edge technology

2. American Medical Clinic

Specialties: Implantology, periodontics, endodontics

Location: Sheikh Zayed Road

Why they stand out: American-trained dentists, comprehensive dental care

3. Prime Health Clinic

Specialties

Routine Dental Treatment: Both adult and child dentistry

Dental Extractions: both simple and complex, including Wisdom Teeth Extractions

Dental treatment under Sedation / General

Location: Airport Rd - next to Le Meridian Hotel - Al Garhoud - Dubai - United Arab Emirates

Why they stand out: Family-friendly environment, multilingual staff

4. Dr. Joy Dental Clinic

Vibe: Family-friendly and warm

Specialty: Invisalign for that stealth teeth-straightening

Cool factor: Multiple locations, so there's always one near you!

5. Boston Dental Center

- Vibe: Holistic care with a side of expertise

-Specialty: From simple cleanings to complex oral surgeries

- Cool factor: Marina views while you get your teeth cleaned? Yes, please!

Keep That Smile Shining! ✨

Now that you're in the know about the **best dentists in Dubai**, here are some quick tips to keep your pearly whites, well, pearly and white:

- 🪥 Brush twice a day (you know the drill!)

- 🦷 Floss like a boss

- 🍬 Say "no" to too many sweets (your dentist will be so proud)

- 👩‍⚕️👨‍⚕️ Regular check-ups are your BFF

Wrap It Up With a Smile 😁

There you have it, folks! Whether you're a Dubai resident or just passing through, you now know where to find the **best dentists in Dubai**. Your smile deserves the best, so why settle for less?

Remember, a great smile is always in style, especially in a city as glamorous as Dubai. So book that appointment, snap that post-dentist selfie, and let your smile shine as bright as the Dubai skyline! ✨🏙️

#BestDentistsInDubai #DubaiDentalCare #SmileBright #DentalTourism #DubaiHealthcare

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darksigns-exe · 1 year ago

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Sweet Like Honey - Caught In The Rain

Warnings: None Word Count: 715 Note: I wrote this at the beginning of the month with the intention of of churning out little fics all month. Evidently that didn’t happen. But here’s a little Sweet Like Honey bonus content for your entertainment. It’s basically unedited so don’t come for me and my bad punctuation. Regular chapters continue this week she’s been a bit busy <3

Under normal circumstances, PDA isn’t his style but he also knows that Bee loves a good romcom and if he can give her that cheesy, cliche kiss in the rain moment, he’ll do his damndest to make her knees buckle.

Noah has a whole day for them planned. It’s their one day off for the week and Bee’s time off is nearing its end, meaning that they’ll be separated again way too soon. The first half of the day goes as planned, they look at sights, have a nice little lunch, do some more sightseeing. It’s surprisingly normal, if someone spots them they don’t make contact for which Noah is more than grateful. He luxuriates in her presences, allows himself to just be Noah the boyfriend who gets dragged around Boston so that his lady can look at all the pretty things. It’s nice enough. He takes her picture whenever she asks and even when she doesn’t. He keeps the candids to himself for the most part, pretty little reminders of his girl when she goes back home.

She’s dragged him into some little shop with little handmade trinkets. He doesn’t know how many of these shops they’ve already been to, but it makes her happy so he trudges along no matter how much he’d rather slip beneath the sheets of their bed right now. The twinkling in her eyes when she holds one of the little things she’s found up to him makes it worth it.

By the time they leave the story he’s a good fifty bucks lighter, but Bee has that little spring in her step and so he forgets about it. Fifty dollars doesn’t hurt his wallet anymore. He barely notices that the air has a significant chill now and if Bee notices it, it doesn’t seem to bother her.

When the first drop of rain hits his forehead they’re still a solid thirty minutes away from their hotel. Within no time one drop turns into a full on downpour that soaks them down to the bone in mere moments. He tries to shield her from the rain as best as he can while they maneouver the packed streets.

Noah pulls them under an awning, hoping that they’ll be able to wait out the worst of it. They’re soaked anyway so it doesn’t matter too much, but he doesn’t need either of them getting sick right now.

Bee’s hand is still wrapped firmly around his when they find a free spot between the other soaked bodies trying to escape the rain. Her fringe sticks to her forehead, droplets of rain trailing along the strands of hair and down her face. She looks gorgeous, even wet as a dog.

He brushes some of the wetness away from her cheek. Sometimes he still can’t quite believe it. Their start had been rough, but now that they’re through what he hopes to be the worst it’s absolute bliss. His fingers linger against her skin. It’s awfully cold.

“Whatcha thinking about, pretty boy?”

The nickname forces the blood to rush up into his cheeks, it always does.

“What I’m gonna do to you once we’re out of the rain and these clothes.” His reply comes low, whispered against her ear.

He bites back the rest of what he wants to say.

Bee squeezes his hand “Filthy.”

“Gotta use what time we have, don’t we?” He presses a kiss below her ear “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I sent you home without a souvenir of my own.”

He doesn’t know if the shiver that runs through her comes from the cold or his words. He likes to imagine that it’s the latter.

He shifts his hand behind her neck and pulls her in for a kiss. Under normal circumstances, PDA isn’t his style but he also knows that Bee loves a good romcom and if he can give her that cheesy, cliche kiss in the rain moment, he’ll do his damndest to make her knees buckle. He brings a hand behind her back so that he can lean into her a little more. She lets out a little gasp when he draws his tongue against her lip. The hand that still holds his squeezes tighter still.

She’s breathless and flushed bright pink when he pulls away from her. If she wants romcom, she’ll get romcom.

He leans back in, once more whispering against her ear so that only she can hear him “Soaked as you are, we might as well brave the rain.”

#fic: sweet like honey #bad omens rpf #bad omens fic #bad omens #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian x ofc #noah sebastian fanfiction #Noah Sebastian #BONUS CONTENT HOURS BOYS

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jerzwriter · 1 year ago

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All in the Past 2/3

This started as a request from @angelasscribbles for ONE scene. Three parts later... I decided to make this a follow-up and alternate ending to one of my favorite short, angsty AUs, Unblemished, because we needed more angst. All three parts will be posted today.

Series Summary: Tobias & Casey were friends turned lovers whose different dreams led them to become friends once again. Two years after their painful breakup, Casey has moved on. Tobias is in town to attend his friend and one-time love's wedding, with his new girlfriend on his arm. It's just the wedding of an old friend, or, is it?

Part 2 Summary: Tobias's girlfriend, Meghan, has some questions for him, and he answers honestly - or so he thinks. Sienna attempts to get displeased Casey to see the truth. Tobias finally runs into Craig, the groom-to-be, and then it all falls apart.

Book: Open Heart (Post Series)

Characters/Pairings: Casey MacTavish (F!MC) x M!OC, Tobias Carrick x F!OC, Sienna Trinh

Rating: Teen

Words: 3,100

Series Masterlist

Tobias x Casey Masterlist | OH Masterlist | Full Masterlist

His eyes were wide open. Every microscopic crack and spec of dust on the ceiling above had been committed to memory. Tobias accepted that sleep wasn't going to happen about an hour ago. No, tonight, it was him, the humming sound of the air conditioner and his latest girlfriend blissfully sleeping at his side. Without waking, she snuggled closer to him, and he ran his fingers through her long, auburn hair as guilt consumed him. He genuinely liked Meghan; he cared for her. She was witty and kind. So beautiful that every head turned her way when she entered a room. He enjoyed her company, and she was good to him. Perhaps too good. He knew she deserved better than the half-truths he fed her early tonight. But were they lies if he was struggling to understand the truth himself? Any other fool would recognize what they had in Meghan. Then again, any other fool would never have let Casey go.

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(Earlier that day)

Returning to his hotel room usually meant only one thing for him, but that's not where this was headed. Meghan, bless her, didn't seem upset. Still, Tobias couldn't shake the uneasiness that began creeping up on him during yesterday's flight and hadn't seemed to let down since. This wasn't the weekend he planned. A quick getaway to a luxury resort, a little pampering for him and his girl, some laughs with old friends, then wishing them well as they embarked on their new life together. It was supposed to be easy. Simple. But the human heart and mind can act in peculiar ways. Denial isn't always intentional, nor is it meant to be cruel. Sometimes, it's a mechanism designed to protect the individual at all costs. But there is a downside. We never know when the façade will begin to crumble, and even then, the truth isn't easy to accept. Tobias was about to learn a harsh lesson. We lie loudest when we lie to ourselves.

Meghan sat on the edge of the bed with a gentle smile. Removing her new sandals and gently rubbing her sore feet, breaking in new shoes hadn't been on her agenda. Tobias dutifully sat at her side, taking over the task so she could rest. Her head tilted back as her eyes closed, and a soothing sigh escaped her. This was nice. So nice that Meghan considered putting the rest aside. But she wasn't about to let a little comfort win over her practical mind.

"Tobias..." she began, gently touching his cheek. "I'm not mad, but I do want some answers."

"Sure. Ask away..."

"Why haven't you been upfront with me about you and Casey?"

"What do you mean? You know she's my ex, and we were friends before that. We decided being friends worked better for us, and that's what we've been for years. Where haven't I been upfront?"

"Maybe it wasn't your intention, and maybe I read it wrong, but I was under the impression she was a friend that became a brief romance until you both realized you should have never taken that step. But since we left Boston yesterday, I feel like there's more."

"Meg, Casey wasn't a fling, if that's what you're asking. We cared for each other greatly but wanted different things and decided we'd be better apart. And she's getting married tomorrow... so it's worked out well for her."

"Perhaps. But how it worked out for Casey isn’t my concern... but you... I know we're relatively new... so this isn't a life or death issue... but I don't want to invest my heart anymore if you're still in love with someone else."

"In love with!" He blurted. "Meghan, we've been over for two years. Do I love her as a friend? Yeah... but I'm not in love with her anymore."

"But you were..."

"Yes, was... past tense. Are you telling me you don't have anyone you've loved in your past?"

"Of course I do. At our age, most do. But... I feel like she's the one who got away, which is fine. Many of us have that person in our past, but most don't attend their weddings."

"You’re right. And I wouldn’t attend her wedding if that’s who she was.”

“Tell me why you broke up, the real reason.”

Tobias stood and paced the floor. “Her residency ended, and she was deciding what offer to accept. Duke was a great fit, but... that led to the where are we headed discussion. She wanted to get married, have kids, a dog, and a backyard... I wanted Boston or at least another city. I don’t like grass. I wasn’t too sure about a pet. I didn’t mind a partner, for life even... but marriage, kids... that always sounded like a trap to me, one I didn’t want to fall into. We talked, and when we couldn’t find a compromise, we decided to go our separate ways.”

“Was it hard?”

“The hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.”

“Then you see my point... it wasn’t easy, and she’s still one of your best friends.”

He returned to Meghan’s side, gently touching her knee. “I’m sorry if I wasn’t clear about the extent of our relationship. But it’s irrelevant... because we’re in the present. Casey and Craig are my friends... I haven’t been sitting around pining for her.”

“What if she wasn’t with Craig?”

“Meg, that’s unfair. We can’t sit in a pile of what ifs; we can only go with what is.”

“You’re right,” she sighed. “I just don’t want my heart trampled on. I care about you, Tobias, and I think we’re building something good... I just want to make sure you’re all in, too. Are you?”

“I am,” he swallowed. “I wouldn’t have brought you here if I didn’t believe that.”

“OK,” she smiled. “Then there’s nothing more to discuss.”

“Look, I’ve had enough wedding events to last me a lifetime. Why don’t we go do some sightseeing, just the two of us? We can go wherever you want. No one will miss us until the ceremony tomorrow.”

“I’d love that,” she smiled. “But let me change into something that matches the shoes I had on during the flight. I don’t want to break anything else in until the wedding.”

“You do that,” he smiled.

He grabbed a beer from the mini-fridge, waiting for the sense of relief that washes over you after a discussion like the one they just had, but it never arrived. He mindlessly pulled the curtains aside to take in the view. The upgraded room was worth every cent; the view was magnificent. Then he shook his head. Of all the things his eyes could have landed on... it had to be her. She sat poolside, eyes glued on the book in her hands, and he chuckled. He never could get her out of a bookstore. He closed his eyes and exhaled deeply. I’m not in love with Casey anymore. He insisted. I’m absolutely not. So why did his heart ache as much as it had on that Boston night? After all this time, why did he feel like it had never healed at all?

~~~~~

Sienna was the vision of a Northern tourist, happy to be enjoying a balmier climate as she walked alongside the pool in a bright floral swimsuit with a matching sarong, Jackie O! sunglasses, and a floppy straw hat. The look was completed with the two frosty tropical drinks in her hands. Her smile was as bright as the afternoon sun as she approached Casey.

“I know you’re supposed to be relaxing for the big day,” she grinned. “But I would be remiss in my maid-of-honor duties if I wasn’t checking to ensure you’re not getting sunburned.”

“That’s what this lovely umbrella is for,” Casey smiled.

“Yeah, but it helps if it’s opened,” Sienna chuckled as she twisted the lever.

Casey accepted the strawberry daiquiri, humming with delight as the sweet sensation enveloped her. “This is so good. You’re a lifesaver.”

“That’s what best friends are for! Now, relaxation is nice, but is there anything I can do for tomorrow?”

“Nope,” Casey replied confidently. “All under control.”

“OK, what about for the rehearsal tonight?”

“Under control, too.”

“Casey, I’ll admit, I don’t have much experience with weddings, but I’ve never seen a bride this relaxed the day before her wedding!”

“It’s just a wedding,” Casey shrugged. “Our mothers are happy driving themselves crazy over the details. I just have to show up for hair and makeup, put on my white dress, and smile. It’ll work out.”

She turned back to her book, unaware of the concerned look her friend had fixed on her. Finally, Sienna had to speak.

“Casey, can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Are you... happy?”

“Happy? Yeah... I’m happy.”

“Forgive me if I say that response isn’t terribly convincing.”

“Well, one doesn’t have to be gushing and oozing with delight to be happy, Si.”

“No, but it’s the day before your wedding, and maybe everyone isn’t a gushing, oozy kind of happy person, but... you always were.”

Casey closed her book and leaned back in the lounge chair. “If you have something to say, say it.”

“You’re right. I wouldn’t be your best friend if I didn’t. Do you want to get married?”

“Of course I do. Craig is a wonderful man, and he’s so good to me. We’re happy!”

“Happy... but not gushy and oozy happy.”

Casey removed her sunglasses and sat up to face her friend. “Who’s to say that’s for the best? I had gushing and over-the-top happiness. I know what it’s like. But what did it get me? It got me a broken heart. That amazing high dropped me into the lowest lows of my life. Days, months when I didn’t want to get out of bed...When I didn’t leave my house if not for work. And who got me out of that? Craig. He helped put me back together. And we are happy. No, it’s not all fireworks and rainbows, but those things aren’t real life. I’d rather live with reality.”

“Forgive me for saying this, Casey. But... I hope you’re not selling yourself short. I like Craig, I like him a lot, and I know he’s good to you, but you deserve the fireworks kind of love. And so does he. Settling isn’t going to do anyone....”

“I’m not settling! I love Craig; he loves me, and I’m not settling!”

“But are you in love with him?”

Casey looked directly at the pool without saying a word. She knew Sienna could see right through her when she lied, so she felt it wiser to say nothing. But Sienna wasn’t letting her off the hook.

“More importantly... are you in love with someone else?”

Casey’s neck flipped in Sienna’s direction with fire in her eyes.

“What are you insinuating?”

“I’m not insinuating. I’m asking. I’m not letting you say I do if your real answer is I’m not sure!”

“But I am sure!” Casey looked around to ensure no one could hear, then leaned closer to Sienna. “Fine! I’ll address the 800-pound gorilla in the room! Is my relationship the stuff of fairytales? Do I have moments when my heart practically stops beating because I love him so much? No. But real life isn’t a fairy tale. I had that kind of love, and I know how it feels. I was naïve enough to believe that if you find that, you would both do everything you can to never let it go. But you know what? I was wrong. Because I had it in my power to save it, and Tobias had it in his power, too. And guess what? Neither of us did. So what does that tell you?”

“It tells me you admitted you still love Tobias... but you’re not marrying him tomorrow.”

“You’re right. I’m not marrying him tomorrow, and I never would be.”

“So you’re settling.”

“NO! I’m not settling; I’m marrying someone I love and who loves me in return. Someone who wants the same things in life. Someone that I can build with and grow with, and that’s not a bad thing!”

“It’s not, but I feel like you’re selling me an insurance policy, not a reason to get married.”

Casey began to gather her belongings with a huff.

“You know what, if you disapprove of me marrying Craig and don’t want to stand up for me tomorrow, then don’t. But I’m marrying Craig tomorrow, and I wish it would be with my best friend by my side.”

“Hey, hey, hey...” Sienna grabbed Casey by the shoulders. “I’m not backing out. I’ll always stand beside you, no matter what. I just... I want to make sure you’re following your heart.”

“I’m following my head, Si. It’s always served me much better. I’m following my head, and my heart will follow. Now, please, can you try to be happy for me.”

“Sure,” Sienna said, pulling her into a hug. “I’ll try.”

~~~~~

Sightseeing on a scorching hot day was slightly more strenuous than Tobias & Meghan bargained for, and she had the splitting headache to prove it. As she lay in the room with a cool facecloth on her forehead, Tobias headed to the hotel’s gift shop to pick up some more ibuprofen. He had just taken his wallet out to pay when he felt a clap on his back.

“I was wondering when I’d finally run into you.”

“Craig,” Tobias blurted as he greeted the groom-to-be. “I was wondering where you’ve been. Is the hospital going to let you attend your own wedding?”

“They are now,” the handsome, dirty blonde man smiled. “As of this afternoon, I told them to pretend I was already on my honeymoon in Bali because I’m not answering my phone.”

“Yeah, I know that feeling.”

Tobias liked Craig. At least he liked him as much as he could like the next man in Casey’s life. He didn’t want to. In fact, at first, he decided he wouldn’t. The first time he met him, he spent his entire drive to Raleigh listing all the reasons he wouldn’t like him. But Craig was so polite, friendly, welcoming... and he was good to Casey. What choice did he have?

He’d never forget the day he learned of existence. Casey called with the words he wasn’t prepared to hear. “...I didn’t want you to find out from someone else.” Tobias was sure his heart had stopped. He knew the day would come... someone like Casey wouldn’t remain single forever, but... this soon? Barely six months had passed... and he wasn’t prepared for how profound the pain would be. He tried convincing himself it was for the best, even when his visceral reaction was to book a flight to North Carolina and beg her for a second chance, to tell her he had made a horrible mistake.

He made a horrible mistake.

For the first time since they broke up, Tobias had been honest with himself. Now, he had to let her know. As Casey kept talking, he was thinking of the best way to tell her, but then, he heard the smile in her voice. It had been gone for so long. The end of their relationship had been punctuated with painful, tear-filled conversations; then abject heartbreak followed their choice. He almost forgot what it was like to hear her... happy. It killed him that another man was the cause, but who was he to take that from her? He hurt her enough already.

He tried to console himself. It’s just a boyfriend, a transitional one, at that. When they inevitably break up, I’ll be on the first flight to Raleigh to set this right. But a year later, Craig was on one knee, Casey was saying yes, and Tobias decided he’d have to learn to live with his heart cracked in two. He knew it would never heal, but he had to find a way to let go.

“Casey mentioned you wanted to shoot some hoops,” Craig's voice pulled Tobias from his thoughts. “The only time I’d have is tomorrow after breakfast...and it would be cutting it close.”

“You know what. Let’s do it next time we get together. My luck, you’d end up breaking something, and Casey would never forgive me.”

“What a notion!” Craig laughed.

“What?” Tobias laughed with a raised brow. “You breaking something?”

“No. Casey not forgiving you. In what world? You have to know my fiance would forgive you anything. But, I appreciate sparing me the broken bones.”

“Yeah, uh..” Tobias sputtered. “It’s your wedding day... hoops with me shouldn’t be on the schedule.”

“Nope, far more important things to tend.”

“You’re so right,” Tobias smiled wistfully. “I’m happy for you guys.”

“Thank you,” Craig said, extending his hand. “That means a lot.”

“Casey is a wonderful woman. Be good to her.”

“You can count on it,” Craig smiled.

To Tobias’s relief, a gaggle of groomsmen appeared out of nowhere and pulled Craig away. Tobias slipped into a waiting elevator, never so grateful to be alone, because one by one, the boulders in his wall of self-denial began to fall. He loved her, he loved her with all his heart... and he lost her... at this time tomorrow... she’d be another man’s wife. Life is full of mistakes; everyone makes them, but the most painful mistakes of all require us to live with a lifetime of regret. He felt the elevator walls closing in on him as his life sentence became clear; panic filled his chest, and he couldn’t breathe. His legs unable to sustain him, he fell to his knees, and for the first time in a long while, he couldn’t stop the tears from flowing.

And that’s how he ended up here. Lying in bed with the ceiling, his only friend. He couldn’t take anymore. He had to get out of the room, or he was sure he’d lose his mind. So he slipped out of bed and left a note for Meghan so she wouldn’t worry if she woke. The hotel’s bar closed hours ago, but the 24-hour liquor store was delivering a bottle of Johnny Walker Blue. That and a lounge chair in the gardens would need to get him through the night.

He was a quarter bottle in with no idea how much time had passed. He had already bargained with God three times. Couldn’t He just turn time back a couple years? Was that asking too much? Apparently, it was, and he was still sober enough to know asking a fourth time wouldn’t change the outcome. Downing the rest of the bottle and sleeping for a week sounded ideal. Still, sanity won, reminding him alcohol poisoning wouldn’t help. His best bet was to return to his hotel room and try to get some sleep. He stood up with a curse on his lips; he turned around and gasped when he found her standing there. He rubbed his eyes to make sure this wasn’t a dream.

“Hello, Tobias...” Casey whispered. “I’m glad I found you here.”

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Moments: Eight

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Word Count: ~ 6.4k

Author's Note: the final full-length part 🥹 I have some drabbles to keep these babes going a little longer, so they'll be back! Thanks for the support on this story! I can't wait to share my next one! ❤️

Moments Masterlist

2014: Sudbury

1 day after Minka-gate broke, Y/N and Chris flew home from their vacation early, feeling very tense and exhausted. They’d returned to the hotel immediately and Y/N was back in sweatpants within 5 minutes of crossing the threshold. Chris sat on the edge of the bed in his suit, his tie undone and his top button loosened, holding Y/N on his lap while she cried; his tears leaked into her hair. This was not how tonight should’ve been. She’d stayed tucked on his lap and they’d fallen into an uncomfortable sleep for several hours before Chris gently moved her to change for bed and returned to bed to find her awake and ready to crawl back into his arms.

3 days after Minka-gate broke, Chris begrudgingly went back to Atlanta to finish his last 5 weeks of filming. Y/N had driven him to the airport and they’d kissed goodbye in the drop-off lane, but with nowhere near the passion they normally parted. The three days between the phone call on the rooftop and this moment were filled with tears and stressed phone calls to all the members of Chris’s team. They all assured him with full certainty that this would not be interesting for long, to lay low, and not engage.

8 days after Minka-gate broke, Chris and Y/N got into a huge fight during one of their nightly phone calls. All their calls had been tense of late but they’d both continued to try. The anxiety and frustration hung in the background of all their interactions came to a head after Chris continued to repeat, “I never meant for this to happen,” to which Y/N snapped and said, “I know you didn’t, but what are you going to fucking do about it!” before Chris returned with his own ire.

10 days after Minka-gate broke, Y/N took a day off of work to lean into her feelings, stay home and sob watching Titanic and take a long, luxurious, wine-soaked bath in the middle of the day on a Tuesday. Now it wasn’t just the tabloids but all the online gossip blogs and even a few credible media outlets had picked up the story, claiming to talk to “sources close to the couple” who knew that Minka and Chris had rekindled their romance months ago and were finally ready to settle down. Instead of passing, it was picking up intensity.

14 days after Minka-gate broke, Chris’s team was still advising him that the best course of action was to ignore the press until it goes away. Minka’s team was, according to Chris’s team, not responding. She’d even been seen leaving a grocery store with a ring on her finger. Chris had thrown and shattered his coffee mug when his assistant had to tell him and then immediately called Y/N to be sure he heard it from her. Around the same time, the media outlets had started to drag out old pictures of Y/N and Chris: grocery stores, sporting events, the dog park, fan sightings… anything for another chance to manipulate the story with new headlines: What about Chris Evans’s mystery Boston girlfriend? Does she know about his engagement to Minka? Is he planning to keep his side piece? Will he have an LA wife and a Boston piece of ass?

17 days after Minka-gate broke, Chris called his mother, who told him she didn’t understand the Hollywood ways, but she thought this was taking an awfully long time to die down. She gently, quietly wondered– in a way only a mother could– why he didn’t just make a statement to protect his real relationship. In another fit of frustration, Chris snipped at his mother, “I pay these people to take care of it, so they’re taking care of it.” Lisa sighed and responded, “but are they?”

19 days after Minka-gate broke, Y/N was sitting in her office, updating client charts, when her office phone rang.

“Hello, this is Y/N.”

“Hi, Y/N, we’ve never spoken, but I’m calling about your situation with Chris.” The voice on the other end was a clipped female and there was a long pause during which Y/N expected her to continue and perhaps introduce herself. When she didn’t, Y/N rolled her already tense shoulders and sighed.

“Who’s calling?”

“Oh right, this is Megan.” Y/N obviously knew who she was but as she was mostly connected to Chris via phone, email, or when he was in LA life; they’d never met or truly spoken other than a quick wave on a FaceTime call. Obviously in the last weeks since the photo dropped, Y/N had been in the background of calls or seen emails that Chris forwarded her about the latest updates and plans, but they’d never had a one-on-one conversation.

Her phone buzzed on her desk with Chris’s caller ID, which was odd as he was supposed to be on a super secret closed set all day- no phones allowed. She ignored the call.

“Hi Megan,” she said tentatively, “you said you were calling about our… situation?”

“Correct. I’m reaching out on Chris’s behalf to move forward on our next phase of sidestepping this issue.”

Y/N’s whole body stilled at these words and her phone started to ring again. She ignored it again and a text immediately came through.

Chris: Do not answer a call from Megan. Call me, please.

Megan continued, “I know I called your work phone so I won’t keep you long, I’ll get right to it. I’ve been talking with Chris and the next best course of action is to announce your engagement. I think an exclusive with People with a shot of the ring and perhaps a few candids of you should do it. So we’d like to do that within the next week; can you get down to Atlanta by Thursday?”

Her phone was ringing again. She hit ignore again. And yet, she didn’t know why she stayed on with Megan; she had a sick feeling in her stomach from the second Megan had announced herself, but she couldn’t get herself to hang up.

She finally spoke to stall for time to process, “help me understand, why is this the best plan?”

“If we can put your real engagement out there with a wedding date attached, we can pull focus and put this mess to bed. I already have Chris booked for several appearances and interviews after where he’ll be asked…” Y/N stopped listening and switched the call to speakerphone. She set the headset back in the cradle and put her head down on her desk, her mind immediately wandering to that snowy rooftop…

Y/N’s whole body was shaking with rage when she handed the phone to Chris. She couldn’t believe this was happening. She didn’t know what, exactly, was happening, but how she’d ended up here on this rooftop while a picture of her boyfriend on one knee in front of another woman was circling the internet. How had she gone from an independent, strong, capable woman living on her own in DC to being entangled in a relationship with one of Hollywood’s up-and-coming heartthrobs who everyone wanted a piece of? She knew this wasn’t real but she just couldn’t understand how the stars had possibly aligned to set up such a suspicious picture.

She looked up to watch him look at the picture and, in slow motion, she watched his face drained of color entirely, his head dropped into his hands and she saw his shoulders immediately start to shake.

He was crying. He was squeezing her phone in his hand so hard that his knuckles were white and his body was trembling with sobs.

After watching him for a moment, unsure what to do, she reached out tentatively and took the phone from him, setting the table in front of her, and then moved closer to him. She put her hand on his leg and used her index finger and thumb to tip his chin up to look at him.

All of the initial anger she’d felt when seeing the photo melted away immediately. Y/N had seen Chris’s actor cry– this wasn’t it. This was pure devastation. He was already snotty and his eyes were swollen. His lip trembled as he looked at her, trying to keep it together. He fought against the hand that held his chin, trying to dip back down to avoid her eyes.

Without a shadow of a doubt, Y/N knew that she’d jumped to conclusions. He’d been as blindsided as she was. She knew nothing was going on with Minka; she knew what they had and he’d been upfront from the second he knew Minka was in Atlanta. This was the press going rogue and trying to get some money however they could. She’d process her emotions later– she had a lot to think about– but right now, she could see in his face how terrified he was that Y/N might be doubting him… them.

“I love you,” she told him quietly, still holding his chin. “I love you, and I know this wasn’t your fault.”

He lunged at her, wrapping her in his arms and pulling her tightly against him. She felt his tears on her cheek as they were pressed so tightly together. “I’m so sorry, baby, I’m so sorry. I’ll make this go away, you don’t deserve this. I love you so much.”

They stayed tangled up on the patio for another 15 minutes before they both calmed down enough and realized they’d lost their appetites. Back at the lodge, Y/N tried to keep herself together. She knew from the few whispered words between tears that Chris was distraught. Their relationship had already had so many bumps, he was so worried that they couldn’t survive another one… that she’d go for good.

And he hadn’t acknowledged it, but he’d been planning to propose tonight. She saw the hints now that she looked back- the surprise trip, his jumpy nature, his extra focus on using the word ‘forever’ in all of their conversations, the beautiful restaurant, the sexy suit, and the insistence she be equally done up.

Instead, this night had been ruined by a misunderstanding with a bunch of money-hungry strangers looking to stir the pot. They didn’t care about the real people involved or what hurt they inflicted.

So, once she’d donned sweats and washed her face, she took a deep, shaky breath to calm her nerves and walked back out towards the bed.

He sat on the edge, staring at his hands. No, not his hands, but something in his hands…

She unwillingly gasped when she realized he held the open ring box with tears running down his face. Her gasp alerted him to her presence and he snapped it shut, swiping at his eyes and spinning to look at her.

Y/N’s resolve crumbled and she let out the sob she’d been holding. He held his arms out and she crawled across the bed and into his waiting embrace.

Quietly he asked, “did you know?”

She shook her head and leaned back in his grasp to look at him, “I had no idea.”

He laughed bitterly, “another part of this ruined: the element of surprise.”

“It’ll be a surprise whenever you do it,” Y/N smiled softly and Chris’s lips crashed into her, swallowing her startled noise.

When he pulled back, he said, “you still want to marry me?”

Y/N nodded, “I won’t accept a proposal until this whole mess is settled, but of course I do. I love you.” He kissed her fiercely with both of their tears mixing, muttering ‘I love yous’ against her lips every time they came up for air.

A soft knock on the door and then Stacey stuck her head in. Before she could speak she saw Y/N slumped on her desk and caught Megan saying “… and I’m also hoping you and I might be able to talk Chris into giving wedding photo rights to People Magazine…”

Stacey physically pulled Y/N to stand, caught a glimpse of her tear-stained face, and whispered, “Chris is on the phone in my office. Go. I’ll get rid of this,” she gestured to the phone where Megan was still rattling off her long-winded 18-month plan. Y/N nodded and accepted Stacey’s quick but tight hug before leaving the room.

She kept her head down as she moved through the hall and past the open lounge and slipped into Stacey’s office. Y/N saw the hold light flashing on the desk phone and took a steadying breath before rounding the desk and taking the call.

“Chris?”

“Oh Bunny, thank god,” she could hear his relief.

“What is happening Chris, why does Megan have the rest of our lives planned out?”

“It’s her job to manage my image,” she heard his sarcasm on the word image, “but this is not how I wanted any of this to go down. We need to be on the same page first. I tried to stop it but it’s just been–” he cut himself off and she knew that he was running his fingers through his hair. “She has been relentless. She pitched this plan to me yesterday, and I told her it was awful and that she needed a new one. She’s been pushing this idea for almost 24 hours and I didn’t realize she’d called you until I got a break. I came back to my phone and she’d blown it up telling me she was calling you to tell you ‘our plan’. It’s not my plan, Y/N, I didn’t back this idea.” Y/N could hear his frustration, his disappointment, and his confusion, but was feeling all of her own emotions.

“She wants to announce our engagement and then give our wedding photos to People,” anger was boiling in Y/N’s stomach even as her tears kept falling. “We aren’t even engaged, Chris! I don’t want People magazine at our wedding! What’s next? Let People Magazine have the first photos of our baby? Do they get the exclusive rights to be in the delivery room with me? What the fuck, Chris, you said you’d make this go away. And I’m all alone in our stupid house trying to wait this out by myself. All my close friends are in DC, and I have no one to talk to here, every day it seems to get worse and I wake up with more texts with screenshots from people… and I hate every second of this. I can’t do this anymore, Chris.” Y/N’s voice continued to rise with every sentence.

Chris was silent and then she heard movement- the rustle of fabric, a door opening, and closing, a zipper being pulled, “I’m coming home.”

“No, don’t do that. You can’t just come home from this project, you remind me of that frequently.”

“I’m coming home,” he repeated more sternly.

“Don’t bother, Chris. I’ll be fine. I don’t want you to come home just so we can discuss our 5-year plan with your team,” she spat the last word.

“I’m not coming home to discuss our plans or anything else with my team. I’m coming home to be with you.” She heard him pull the phone away to speak with someone. There was a back and forth and she couldn't hear all the words, but she heard Chris’s forceful tone to whomever he was speaking to. Then after a few more minutes of rustling, there was a car door shut and the dinging of a seatbelt reminder. “I’m headed to the airfield; should I schedule a car or can you pick me up around 6?”

Before Y/N could answer, there was more muffled conversation and then she heard Chris mutter, “fuck,” before coming back on the line, “can you pick me up?”

“What’s wrong now?”

“I’m still in costume. I have to change and then I’m going to the airfield… as much as I know you like me as Cap.”

Y/N couldn’t help herself when she snorted a quick laugh; that was her Chris, dropping a suggestive line amid a heated conversation. He’d be smirking if she could see him, trying to gauge if it broke some of the tension. “Are you sure you can come home?”

“There is nothing more important than getting this figured out. They’ll manage without me.”

“Chris,” guilt started to course through Y/N’s body as her frustration level lowered, knowing that once he’d decided to come home, he would be back with her soon, “this doesn't seem like a good idea.”

“I’ve been thinking about it for a few days anyway, and have an email already drafted to suggest how we can adjust my filming to not mess everyone else up. I won’t be able to stay longer, but I’m not coming back until this is behind us. But stop worrying about this, Y/N. You’re right, you’ve been dealing with this alone and that isn’t fair to you. I’m coming home and we’ll manage it together.”

“Don’t you dare propose to me. Don’t use this opportunity to try to re-do, it is not the right moment.”

He laughed lightly, “wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Six?”

“Six.”

“Dodge and I will be there.”

“I love you, we’ll get through this.”

“Hey Chris,” Y/N’s lower lip was wobbling; relief was already flooding her body knowing that Chris would be here soon to weather this storm with her.

“Yes, Bunny?”

“Thank you,” she twisted a piece of hair around her finger and bit her lip, waiting for him to respond.

He heaved a heavy sigh, “always, sweeth’art,” he croaked before a quick goodbye.

Stacey was waiting in Y/N’s office when she returned and looked up, “that woman has a lot of nerve.”

“Tell me about it,” Y/N started to gather her belongings, ready to leave for the day with no more patients and too many emotions.

“She would not shut up. She just kept running her mouth like I was your publicist or something, all the ways I could try to convince you that her idiotic plan was in Chris’s best interest and therefore in your best interest. When you two do get married, do not invite her. I will punch her in the face for all of this.”

Y/N laughed for the first time in what felt like ages, “you’ll have to get in line, Stac. Thanks for getting rid of her; I’ve never had to deal with her and this has all just been…” she trailed off while she reached for her phone and smiled to see a picture Chris had sent in costume with a message:

Chris:

Chris: Had to leave the Farmer Cap costume, but see you soon, beautiful

Her bag packed and jacket on, she realized Stacey was still watching her and then tentatively began to speak, “I’ve been afraid to pry, but are you– how are you doing?”

Y/N shrugged while she pulled on her jacket, “I’ve been better.”

“Did he really…” Stacey trailed off, biting her lip and staring at Y/N.

“God, no. I mean, he dated Minka years ago, but no. He’s not cheating, he’s not living a double life. The photographers will go to major lengths to get some clicks on an article.”

Stacey nodded but continued, “and you’re positive? No doubt he’s just acting?” Y/N stilled in her preparations to leave and turned to look at her colleague… her friend… more carefully. Stacey continued, “I’m just saying, it’s his profession to fake things, would you even know?”

“I don’t want to have this conversation again, Stace, and I love you, so I’m trying to avoid snapping at you,” she sighed and slung her bag over her shoulder, “but I know Chris, I trust Chris, and I love Chris. He isn’t acting.”

Stacey threw her hands up in front of her, “I’m sorry, I just felt like I had to ask.”

“And you did, but please don’t ever question him again. We’ve been through so much already, I need my friends to have my back.”

“Won’t happen again,” she stepped towards Y/N offering a tentative hug that Y/N quickly accepted.

Y/N sat in her warm car on the tarmac waiting for Chris’s plane to land. Music played quietly but she wasn’t listening. She’d left her phone in the back seat so she wouldn’t be tempted to scroll while she waited; instead, she was aimlessly petting Dodger with one hand and playing with the edge of her scarf with the other.

She saw the lights of the plane and watched it take its time landing and taxiing towards the hangers on either side of her waiting SUV. Her car was the only one on the tarmac, although there were a few parked in the lot at the entrance, which made sense: Chris was likely the only passenger. For once, she’d been quite grateful for his privilege and situation to be able to get on a flight and come straight to her.

The door to the plane popped open with the stairs dropping down and displaying Chris’s silhouette as he reached the top of the stairs. He had a duffle bag in his hand and his backpack slung on one shoulder while he descended; Y/N felt her anxiety melt away seeing him. As he got closer, she pushed the door open and started towards him over the snowy pavement. Chris dropped his bags when they met and lifted her into his arms, his face tucked into the crook of her neck and burrowing through the fluffy scarf to kiss her neck, her jaw, her cheek, and her lips while pulling her legs around his waist. He took three huge strides and she felt her ass meet the hood of her car.

Chris set her on it carefully and continued to kiss her, to rub his hands on her, while she clung to him– it was freezing in the March air but she didn’t care, all she wanted was to be close to him. She didn’t realize she was crying until he swiped at her tears. A loud bark forced them apart when they noticed Dodge jumping around beside them and then untangled long enough for him to lean down and properly greet Dodger, then retrieve his bags. The drive home was quick and quiet while they listened to music and held hands on the center console. They ate dinner on the living room sofa with Y/N’s legs draped over Chris’s lap and Chris indulging in pizza, mozzarella sticks, and beer– definitely not part of his Cap diet– and didn’t bother to turn on the tv. Being back in each other’s company, Chris telling set stories, Y/N telling stories about her adventures with Dodger.

The doorbell rang and surprised both of them while Chris untangled himself and pulled the door open with a surprised, “Ma!”

“Chris?” Lisa sounded equally surprised as she crossed the threshold. “I thought you couldn’t leave set in this super secret last stretch of filming? What are you doing here? Where is Y/N?”

Y/N round the corner and greeted Lisa with a warm hug, accepting the tote bag she offered (full of homemade cookies) before gesturing Lisa into the house and pouring her a glass of wine. “I came home to be with Y/N. She’s been here all alone.”

“I’m well aware, Christopher, I’m glad you came to your senses too.”

Y/N shoved a whole cookie in her mouth instead of laughing loudly at Lisa’s directness with her oldest son. Chris shot Y/N a look and rubbed his hand on the back of his neck, “I know, I know, it took me long enough.” Taking pity on him, Y/N rounded the kitchen island and put an arm around his waist, accepting the kiss he planted in her hair.

“I heard about Megan’s plan,” Lisa took a sip of wine and her eyes bounced between the two of them.

“It’s idiotic, I know, we’re not doing it,” Chris answered immediately, his grip on Y/N’s waist tightening when she leaned into him.

“Thank God. Are you firing her too?”

Chris glanced at Y/N and then shrugged, “We have to manage this first, then we’ll talk,” he looked back at Y/N.

“We?”

“You’re my team. Everyone else is just people who work for me.” If she wasn’t already in love with him, that line would’ve brought her to her knees. Y/N was immediately overwhelmed by emotions (again) and tried not to cry. She tucked her head into Chris’s shoulder and wrapped her other arm around him, “I’m sorry I didn’t acknowledge that sooner.”

She nodded against him, not taking a chance to pull away and look at him, and Lisa broke the silence that followed, “so what are you going to do?”

“I have no idea. If I post something on Twitter, especially at this point, it’ll seem fake. If we coordinate with a press outlet, it’ll be forced and that puts Y/N too far in the spotlight.”

Lisa was quiet for a few minutes and then she looked between the two of them, “I might have an idea. How long are you home?”

—

Two nights later, Chris’s hand fell to the small of Y/N’s back as he guided her through the door of the Concord Youth Theater. The House was open and it was mere minutes before curtain: all exactly as planned. They stepped through the nearly empty lobby and were greeted by ushers who started to ask about their seat numbers but quickly panicked when they processed Chris’s presence.

After a quick autograph on a spare Playbill, Chris and Y/N continued down the aisle towards the front where Lisa was, as planned, craning her neck to spot them. She stood up when she spotted them coming towards her and waved them into her row, offering huge (genuine) hugs as they took their seats. The production– Once Upon a Mattress, performed by the Young Adult Company– was heartwarming and well done, and when it was over, Chris was swarmed by all the teenage fans and siblings who had come to see people they knew in the show. Chris’s photo was taken, he signed autographs, and he talked to fans, all while he kept some kind of physical contact with Y/N, introducing her whenever it felt natural. Y/N, with her natural ability to connect with teenagers thanks to years of counseling them, jumped into conversations easily.

They even went backstage with Lisa to greet the cast and take more photos– many of that were quickly uploaded to various social media accounts. Afterward, Lisa took them to dinner at a local restaurant, which was packed on a Thursday evening, where Chris greeted more people and made sure to have Y/N beside him at all times.

By the time they were back at home, Chris was scrolling Twitter in the backyard while Dodger romped around and a slow smile broke on his face. He’d done something he didn’t normally do: he’d typed his name into the search bar. And there he was tonight: candid with fans in the theater holding Y/N’s hand, posed with a whole group, including Y/N, at the restaurant, blurry and distorted but definitely identifiable from someone’s creepy picture across the street as they left the restaurant.

When he came back in with Dodger, Y/N held out her phone for Chris to see a screenshot Lisa had sent: her Facebook page with a photo of them from tonight where Lisa had been tagged that included Lisa, Y/N, and Chris talking candidly behind the scenes. It had been posted by a parent of one of the performers, extolling the surprise visit from the sweet and engaging Chris Evans and his girlfriend, Y/N. Lisa had sent a picture of the comments; six different people– both performers and family members they’d talked with tonight– commenting on the couple and how exciting it was to meet them.

He leaned in to kiss her, and when he pulled back he asked, “are you up for a few more outings before I fly back?”

In the final 48 hours of Chris’s stay– one that he’d extended from two days to four after talking with the directors– they made sure to be seen around town as much as possible. They went to his niece’s basketball game, they stopped for Dunkin’ and groceries and ice cream, they went to the dog park with Dodger and Y/N went along with Lisa for her afternoon constitutional around her neighborhood. They’d been caught and posted– truly candidly, although by their design and not Megan’s– at least ten different times before it was time for Chris to head back to Atlanta.

With each post, comments continued to flow in from neighbors, from fans, on their interactions with Chris. And the more things were reposted and dragged into the fan accounts and boards, the more comments shifted to commentary on their relationship. Not all of it was positive and supportive, but much of it was and before his return flight had landed, Chris noted that the buzz about Minka was all but disappeared. The gossip blogs weren’t getting much traction on it at this point, but the next thing they’d expected happened: the media started to reach out to Chris and his people looking for Y/N’s name and comments from her or Chris.

Megan. Was. Furious.

To her credit, her plan had been one that she would mostly be able to control and Chris and Y/N’s rogue version was anything but controllable. But Chris didn’t care. He’d found a way to make Y/N more comfortable, to make it clear how he felt (he’d always been comfortable with PDA, and he made sure to lay it on even thicker), and to get traction moving forward from this awful misunderstanding.

In addition to his nightly call with Y/N, he now had a nightly call with someone trying to stay one step ahead. If it was Megan, it usually started with him being scolded for not listening to her… often a variation of ‘this is why you pay me, Chris’ and then she’d try to push a new narrative. Then he’d hang up with her and call Y/N to pass along any valuable information and hear her daily updates. They spent the final few weeks of his Avengers filming this way until it was finally time for him to pack up from Atlanta and return home.

April 1st arrived and with it, Y/N’s excitement: Chris would be back home tomorrow and it was her birthday. His plane got in around dinner time, so she would pick him up and go to Lisa’s, who had volunteered to host a joint birthday/welcome home dinner before they finally had some time alone. She tucked into bed with Dodger curled next to her and fell asleep quickly, only to be jolted awake hours later by Dodger pawing at the bedroom door.

“Dodge,” Y/N whispered in the dark, patting the edge of the bed, “c’mon, bud.”

Instead of a whine, as he’d normally do if he needed to go out, a low growl emitted from the normally friendly dog. It made Y/N’s hair stand on end. She groped for her phone, realizing she’d left it charging on the kitchen counter instead of on her bedside like normal. She’d left it there while she cleaned up from cooking dinner and chatted with Chris on FaceTime, and by the time she’d taken Dodger out, locked up, gotten ready for bed, and snuggled down in the covers, she realized where it was and decided she was too tired to go get it.

Dodger growled again and pawed frantically at the door. “What is it, dude?”

In response, he barked loudly and increased his scratching. She groped her way in the darkness to the small desk in the corner of the room, stopping to pull a sweatshirt on, and found the cordless phone that she was now so grateful Chris had insisted on keeping– “you should always have a landline!” he’d told her a million times when she moved in and laughed at it. Her fingers fumbled on the buttons while she tried to remember Chris’s cell phone number as Dodger barked again.

She finally dialed– hopefully correctly– and moved across the room to lock the door. “Hello? Y/N?” Chris’s croak came through the line and she looked at the clock on the bedside table: 2:37 am.

“Baby, Dodger is freaking out,” as if on cue, Dodger barked again and continued to scratch the door. She knew that there would be gouges in the wood tomorrow morning. “What do I do?”

“Is the security system on?” His voice was more alert and she heard him shuffling on the other end.

“Yeah, of course.”

“Can you hear anything? Does it sound like someone got inside?”

Y/N’s heart was thundering in her chest and Dodger was getting more and more frantic, “I don’t think so. Chris, what do I do?”

“I’m going to call the security company and see if the alarm was triggered, I’ll call you back.”

“NO! No, don’t hang up!” She yelped, sinking to the floor in the dark corner, trying to urge Dodger to come to her. “My phone is in the kitchen, and I’m scared.”

Chris sighed, “I don’t have another way to call and check, Bunny. I promise I’ll call you right back.”

“What if someone did get inside, Chris? If you call the house phone it’ll ring and they’ll know!”

“Y/N, I promise you are safe in our house. Let me just call the security company to be sure. Just stay where you are. If you don’t want me to call back, give me 5 minutes and then call me.”

“Okay,” she whispered; her whole body was shaking.

“I love you, babe, it’s going to be fine.”

“I love you too,” she muttered as she hung up and held the phone to her chest. “Dodger,” she moved towards the dog and grabbed his collar gently, deciding to take him into the bathroom with her while she waited to call Chris back. He threw his head away from her, jerking wildly and barking. Y/N started to cry while she tried to pull Dodger away from the door, begging him to come with her.

The phone in her hand rang loudly, startling her, and she yelped despite herself before scurrying across the room to answer in a whisper, “Chris?”

“The call is coming from inside the house,” came his reply in his creepiest voice.

Y/N froze.

Banging came from the other side of their bedroom door before he yelled his best “hereeeeee’s Johnny!” impression.

“FUCK. CHRISTOPHER!” She swiped at the tears on her face and moved to unlock the door, letting Dodger tumble out and greet Chris.

Chris collapsed to the ground while Dodger greeted him; he was laughing his boisterous, contagious laugh and Y/N wanted to be mad at him. The adrenaline coursing through him was going to take forever to settle down, “you’re an asshole.”

Between laughs and kisses from Dodger, he said, “I thought I could get in without you guys noticing. This guy isn’t typically so protective.”

“Yeah, well, he likes me better than you so he wants to keep me safe.”

“Seems that’s correct,” Chris gave Dodger one last rub before getting to his feet and reaching for Y/N, “I’m sorry I scared you.”

“Why didn’t you tell me it was you when I called?”

He shrugged, “sometimes I can’t resist the urge to be a 12-year-old. But I’m happy to see you.”

She sighed and uncrossed her arms, deciding not to be mad at him and accepting the hug he wrapped her in. “I’m happy you’re home, you absolute jackass.”

“Take me to your bed, gorgeous girl,” he pressed kisses to her cheeks and neck while he walked her back towards the bed.

“If you think I’m even spooning with you after that mean trick, you’ve got another thing coming, sir.” Y/N laughed up at him, kissing him once solidly before crawling back into the bed and watching him strip off his clothes. Once he’d dumped his clothes in the hamper and brushed his teeth, he stumbled into the bed beside her and pulled her to his chest.

“Please spoon me, I missed you too much not to have you touching me tonight.” She started to wiggle away but stilled when his bulging biceps were caging her in and his hard pecs were pressed against the thin fabric of her shirt. She sighed into his grasp, enjoying the smell of him wrapping around her.

“Only because your Cap muscles are so good I can’t resist them,” Y/N turned in his arms and snaked an arm around his waist while she looked up to kiss him.

“Happy birthday, Bun,” he whispered against her lips before he pressed another long kiss onto her lips and pulled his arm away from her, reaching her hand and interlacing their fingers. She leaned into his kiss, luxuriating in each feeling– each comfort of having him home– when she felt him press his palm into hers, and something cut into the palm of her hand.

Y/N pulled back and started to pull her hand away from his, only to have him wrap his huge palm around the item and pull away from the kiss. He pushed himself up onto his elbow and looked down at her carefully, not breaking eye contact.

“I love you, Y/N, and I want to spend my whole life with you. I never want another minute where the world doesn’t know we’re together.” He kissed her tenderly, his fingers once again playing with her hand, but this time, rather than their fingers intertwining, he held just her left ring finger and slid a cool metal circle down it until he reached the base. The movement was loving and sensual as he traced his fingers back up her hand, then her forearm, then the back of her arms, and around to cup her neck, deepening the kiss, pushing his tongue into her mouth and swallowing both of their moans. He finally pulled back and looked at Y/N again, “marry me?” he whispered against her lips, his eyes dancing between hers while he waited for a response.

She nodded frantically, pulling him to her for another long, deep kiss, when they finally pulled apart, her eyes were glazed with tears but she was grinning, “yes.”

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iammistressofmyfate · 7 months ago

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Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov

Tags: life transitions, Hook-Up, Boston, russian cuisine, Grief/Mourning, Homesickness, Difficult Family Dynamics, Social drinking, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Face-Fucking, Face-Sitting, Threesome - F/F/M, Blow Jobs, 69 (Sex Position), Car Sex, Pining, Minor Character Death, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Falling In Love, Rivals With Benefits, New Relationship, Meeting the Parents, Hockey Injuries, Dumb Hockey Boys, Smoking, Masturbation, Cunnilingus, Clubbing, Alzheimer's Disease, Concussions, Angst

Summary: Ilya Rozanov isn't complicated. He likes hockey, nice clothes, fast cars, and women (and the occasional man). He's intent on enjoying his new life in North America as a high profile hockey star, but his family and a certain dark haired, freckled rival player, seem to have other plans...

Excerpt:

October 2011 - Boston

Ilya: 2089

Ilya: XV Beacon

Ilya had sent that text to Hollander almost twenty minutes ago. Montreal was in town for the first game against Boston in the new season and he had impulsively booked a room in a swanky hotel only about a seven minute cab drive from where Montreal was staying.

It was a nice room. Luxurious. Even if Hollander didn’t show up, he wouldn’t mind spending the night here… even if it was alone.

[Chapter 5]

[Chapter 6]

[Chapter 1]

#ilya rozanov #shane hollander #game changers #game changers series #heated rivalry #the long game #rachel reid #shane x ilya #hollanov

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cellythefloshie · 2 years ago

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ＩＭＡＧＩＮＥ: Breaking the Rules for Tyler Seguin *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ road wife edition ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Celly’s 300 Follower Appreciation Requested by @starshine-hockey-girl

This blurb features an Original Character, Ella, who was the first Road Wife in the Road Wife Series. If I were to ever write a Road Wife Prequel series, these would be the major events. TW//Mentions of the pandemic as this would have taken place in the bubble.

-Ella had been fortunate to be allowed to travel with the team to Toronto, and later Edmonton for the bubble

-it was the only way for the teams to chase the Stanley Cup

-and Ella was one of the few media personnel to be allowed to come

-but it wasn’t without some extra push from the Lightning

-Ella was essential to their regular season success before the pandemic consumed the world

-so they weren’t going to leave Tampa without her

-Toronto had been lovely

-spending each night with a different Bolts players as they took on the east for the eastern conference championship title

-first, they tackled Columbus

-where they were forced to remember the sweep that had taken them out of the playoffs the year before

-they had won the series 4-1

-then they played the Boston Bruins

-making quick work of them as well in a 4-1 series

-it was the Islanders that gave them the most trouble as they forced a game 6

-where the bolts would win the eastern conference title before travelling to Edmonton for the Stanley Cup final

-their competition: the Dallas Stars

-they had been an unexpected competitor as they had to play Colorado and Vegas who were favourites to win the cup

-but there was no ignoring the star power of the team

-especially when Tyler Seguin was so easy on the eyes

-he had caught her attention the moment she arrived at the hotel

-the Stars had the luxury of being in the same hotel for weeks already while the Bolts would settle in

-but he had very much made himself at home

-Ella would catch sight of him when the teams were ushered into their respective halls for their meals

-or on her way to the pool or weight rooms - areas reserved for the teams and their staff during their stay

-and he very much had eyes for her too

-each time he’d see her it left him smiling

-and leaning over to say something to his teammate that she could not see as his lips were concealed by his mask

-he didn’t approach her until after game 3 of the series when the bolts were up 2-1

-he had noticed something in her

-it attracted him

-but he also noticed that it attracted the bolts team

-she had a unique dynamic with all of them and it left him curiously

-Ella had been in the gym alone when he had come in shamelessly shirtless to

-and she did her best to ignore him

-but her eyes were drawn to how the sweat travelled down his body

-and she found herself changing her routine just enough to draw his attention to her body

-a seductress, she had a refined talent

-one that she had been working on for months as the road wife for the bolts

-but it always helped when she had already sparked someone’s attention

-Ella had only meant to tease him

-a subtle and cruel punishment for catching his stare

-but it was difficult for her to ignore him

-he was easily the most attractive man on the Stars, and maybe even the league

-she knew it

-he knew it

-and he flaunted it

-she quickly became the one that was staring

-it was only then she noticed just how relaxed he was in the gym

-and that his choice of exercise was focused mainly on his upper body

-“holy shit, you’re injured” she blurted out before she could stop herself

-“nice to meet you too,” he scoffed and she couldn’t tell if he was amused or annoyed

-“I’m sorry I-”

-he brushed it off

-and the two of them made the proper introductions

-“you must be pretty important if they let you travel with the team-”

-“the most important only after the goaltender”

-“oh, you’re a cocky one, I like it. What do you do?”

-“that’s classified”

-and he’s laughing and that’s when she realized just how close they had become throughout their conversation

-he had abandoned his equipment and seated himself on the bench across from her

-she could practically feel his knee against her own as he sat leaned in close

-and she could feel her self-control begin to dwindle

-Ella could feel his warmth

-and the scent of him was intoxicating to her senses

-worst of all any fraternization with another team’s player was forbidden and it made him all the more tempting to her

-“i really should go”

-Ella quickly excused herself and did her best to push all thoughts of him to the back of her mind

-which was easier said than done when she was restricted to the bubble

-where ever she went he seemed to be there

-and then came game 4

-there was no ignoring him there

-every time he was on the ice her eyes were on him

-and when the Stars scored, and he had a hand in it, he was looking to her

-not even Ella’s camera could hide her from him as she looked through the lens

-he knew exactly where she was

-and when the bolts had one 5-4 in OT, he was quick to find her in the hotel lobby

-“we almost had your boys there-”

-she met his flirtation with a smile but was quick to wave him off

-“I’m sorry, I’ve got some work to do-”

-he followed her to the elevator, his hand reaching for hers to stop her from taking it up all the while slipping a copy of his room key into her hand

-“come and find me once all your work is done”

-her stomach was up in her throat as she slipped the card away and went off to her appointment with Brayden Point

-Ella’s mind was lost on Seguin the entire time

-thinking of the key card that was hidden in the pocket of her pants

-and it wouldn’t escape her

-not until she was done with her appointment and had ended up at his door

-when he answered he was wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants low on his hips

-and she was quick to draw back the mask she wore and close the space between them

-initiating a kiss

-his hands were quick to find her body, guiding her back into his room and only lingered away to push the door closed

-Ella stumbled back with him

-her hands stripping off her own clothes

-and she felt the rushed air of his swearing against her lips as he left the lingerie she still had on from the appointment with Point

-and she smiled because she know he’d think he put it just for him

-but it left her wishing she had

-Ella had been the road wife since the games in Sweden

-and she had lost a lot of herself since then

-she didn’t get to indulge herself in many things, having to abide by so many rules

-aside from the ones she selectively broke

-she served the men who played for the team

-but in the moment with Tyler’s hands on her body

-and his mouth on hers

-Ella felt like she had control of something for the first time in a long time

-and she wasn’t going to let that moment pass without taking full advantage of it

-she let him guide her back toward the bed

-falling back on it and looking up at him breathlessly

-he was hard for her

-desperate to be fucked after spending weeks abstaining from anything but the occasional handjob

-and yet he hesitated

-his injury

-“how bad is it?” she asked him slowly

-“this could be my last shot at the cup”

-his voice was broken as he spoke

-the injury could be career-ending

-and yet he fought through every game

-because that’s what you did for the stanley cup

-“where?”

-“my hip”

-she crawled up the length of the bed and took the waist of his pants in her hands carefully

-Ella guided them down so that they pooled around his ankles

-and it didn’t surprise her when she found that he was not wearing underwear beneath

-he stepped out of them carefully as her hands took hold of his hips

-she kissed along his hipbone slowly, dragging her lips along the angles before moving over to the other

-then she guided him back down onto the bed so that he was comfortable among the pillows

-silently she over to straddle him

-she was going to be as quiet as possible to assure they weren’t caught

-Ella began to roll her hips slowly, careful as not to hurt him and coaxing Tyler into a further state of arousal

-arching forward she whispered in his ear, “just relax, let me-“

-the friction was enough to soak her panties with her own arousal-

-the wetness seeping down over his stiff cock

-Tyler grit his teeth as he lay back on the mattress,

-his hands coming up to grip the swells of her hips

-she pressed up onto her knees just long enough to push her panties to the side

-then Ella teased him with her wet entrance

-gliding it from balls to tip and leaving him glimmering with her arousal

-his fingers gripped her hips tighter, trying to guide her down into his cock

-but Ella made him wait

-she kissed his neck and chest slowly

-her hand reaching down between the both of them to grasp at his cock

-she stroked it slowly, her wetness the perfect lubricant for each stroke

-Tyler cussed out under his breath as she pressed the tip of his cock to her entrance

-his hips jutted up, silently begging her to take him into her core

-smirking, she obliged oh so slowly

-with her hands braced against his chest she rode him

-and kept him pinned to prevent him from exerting himself

-the last thing she needed was for him to injure himself further

-one of her hands left his shoulder to rub at her clit as she took him in as deep as she could muster

-but that wasn’t enough for Tyler

-while he was getting closer with each rise and fall of her core around his cock he wanted her to writhe in pleasure

-strong hands lifted Ella from him before guiding her over into her hands and knees

-she opened her mouth to protest but he hushed her quickly

-then as she were on all fours in front of him he slipped his cock deep inside her

-he fucked Ella hard, his hands gripping her hips and ass tight

-the side of her face was pressed firmly into the bed and she bit her lip to fight back moans

-Tyler was hitting even deeper now, reaching her body’s limit as the tip of his cock kissed her limits with each thrust

-Ella wanted to cry out in pleasure but she was forced to draw in a pillow and bite down on it hard

-only did he seize his movements when he felt her walls flex around him and he came deep inside her

-Ella and Tyler were both left panting

-and as he pulled out of her, he cussed at the sight of his seed

-she had broken so many rules by going to his room

-but she didn’t stop there as he lay out beside her

-and sleep took them both

-come morning Tyler awoke to the sound of her phone vibrating

-instead of waking Ella up he reached out to silence what he thought was an alarm

-only to find a series of reminders of our pregame appointments with

-and he’s curious

-Ella must be the team's physiotherapist or masseuse

-which meant she would have a record of their injuries

-and she knew about his so it was only fair

-so he clicked the topmost appointment

-and was shocked to find the terms and conditions of sleeping with one of the players

-“Tyler?”

-her voice was dreamy as she sat up

-but it only took seconds to wake up fully when she found him looking through her phone

-“so this, this is what you do?

-Ella found herself stuttering unsure of what to say in fear of his judgment but he was quick to put her at ease

-“this is fucking brilliant-”

-and then she pleaded with him

-“you can’t tell anyone”

-and he didn’t

-until game 6 when McDonagh interfered with Seguin on the play

-and his emotions high, came the trash talk

-he looked straight had Ryan and told him “I fucked your wife”

-it left Ryan stoic

-he wanted to react

-but he knew he couldn’t

-not when there was already so much on the line

-this was the game they could win it all

-and they were not going to let the series become 4-3

-while he told the players on the bench when Tyler had said to him the Bolts locked it down and went on to win the game 2-0

-they would end up winning the series 4-2

-and because of her indiscretions

-Ella didn’t get to enjoy a single moment of the Tampa Bay Lightning becoming Stanley Cup Champions

-upon landing in Tampa, Ella was relieved of her wifely duties

-and after the acquisition of Carter Verhague by the Florida Panthers Ella became the inaugural road wife for the team in south Florida

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