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buckysbitch107 · 4 years ago

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Chris Evans with a girlfriend that has a really bad stutter like me. Like it may take about 5 mins for me to get a full sentence out. Thank you!

Sentences | Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: Yes, you have a stutter. So what? Just because it takes a little longer for you to say a full sentence, doesn’t mean people need to be rude. Chris has always been the person you go to when you feel down or insecure, even before the two of you started dating. So when an interviewer asks a question that hits a little too close to home, Chris is right there to defend you.

Warnings: SWEARING, Angry Chris, A Small Bit of Fighting, Little bit of fluff at the end

Word Count: 1.5K

A/N: This is my first time writing a stutter, so I hope I got at least some of it right! The person I used as a reference was Drew Lynch (One of my favorite comedians). I know there are different types of stutters, but his is the one I was most confident writing. I’m aware there are a lot of dashes in the dialogue. That’s the way I write stutters. I really hope you enjoy this one! Sorry if it’s bad or inaccurate!

“Thank-thank you M-Mr. Evans. I’ll see you tom-tom-tom-tomorrow.” You speak, pacing back and forth in your hotel room as your best friend sits on the bed. Her eyes widen as you end the phone call, dropping your phone on the bed before moving your head to look at her.

“And?”

“I go-go-got the-the pa-part.” You whisper, looking up at her with a surprised look on your face.

~~~

“Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh my god.” You mumble to yourself, pacing back and forth in the dressing room. You just finished up the last scene of the day, a very important scene. The kiss scene. It was going great, and then the next part of the script came up. The part that had Chris’s character, Nick, step closer to yours and take your face in his hands before leaning in and kissing you. The part that the two of you did perfectly. It felt so real… almost too real, and Chris hasn’t talked to you since that scene unless it was for acting purposes. You continue to ramble random points to yourself until a knock sounds at the door, distracting you for a bit. “Come in!”

“Hey, I heard you- oh my god what happened?” Scott asks, closing the door behind him as he steps inside. You turn towards him and sigh, your hands still doing the weird flappy thing they did whenever you got anxious.

“We-We did the-the-the, the scene.”

“What? What sce- oh. OH. OH MY GOD! THAT SCENE?!”

“Yes, that sce-scene!” You exclaim, continuing to pace back and forth.

“I know this is gonna sound weird. But thoughts?” You turn to look at him, the look on your face making him unconsciously take a step back. Your face remains in a state of rage until you actually begin to survey your own thoughts, and your face drops.

“It-It was-s great. Dammit, Sco-ott! It fe-fe-felt so-so real!” Your hands migrate to your forehead, pushing your hair back before running to sit on the back of your neck.

“Well, why don’t you ask him?”

“He’s-he’s been av-avo-avoiding me all d-ay.” More tears stream down your face as you continue to hyperventilate. You wouldn’t usually react like this, but the biggest crush you’d ever had in your entire life was possibly rejecting you, and you couldn’t even talk to him about it.

“I’ll go talk to him. Why don’t you grab a bottle of water while I go find him, okay?” You nod as Scott gestures to the minifridge in your dressing room. He walks out and you sigh, grabbing the water and chugging most of it. Meanwhile, Scott wanders around the set, looking for his younger brother. He finds him soon enough, talking with a coworker about something to do with directing. Scott motions to his brother and Chris nods, finishing up his conversation before walking over to his sibling.

“Yeah?" Chris asks, putting his hands in his pockets.

“You need to talk to Y/N.”

“Why? Is something wrong?”

“She thinks you don't like her.”

“What? What do you mean? Of course I like- oh. OH!”

“Yeah. Now please go fix it before she digs a hole in the ground by pacing that much.” Chris’s eyes widen a little more before he nods, running off in the direction of your dressing room.

~~~

“Oh go-go-god, you were ho-ho-hori-horrible at playing that-that trumpet.” You giggle, trying not to pee yourself in the passenger seat of Chris’s car. The man next to you scoffs, rolling his eyes as he turns the steering wheel.

“I wasn’t that bad, was I?”

“You-you-you-you sounded like a, like a, like a dying pi-pi-pig.” You continue to laugh in your seat as he pulls the car into an empty parking spot.

“That’s a little harsh.” He responds, turning his head to glare at you playfully, resting his hand on your thigh.

“I had-had to p-p-p-play it for-for-for you.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Chris turns off the car and leans over, pressing a kiss to your cheek before opening his door and stepping out. You open your door and step out as well, Chris walking around the car to grab your hand. He links your hand with his and slowly pulls you along, walking to two of you into the shooting studio. As the two of you enter, the studio’s cat steps into your line of vision. You gasp quietly, picking up the tabby before sitting in a chair behind the camera, set up on the small couch with some snacks and the cat. You barely pay attention as Chris sits down in the interview chair and the cameras start rolling, too distracted by the cat sitting in your lap. Zoning out, you don’t pay attention to any of the questions until you hear your name come into the mix.

“Now you met your wife on the set of Before We Go. Was it hard to make her stutter a part of the character?” Jason Nichols questions.

“Most people assume that it would be hard to incorporate a stutter into a character, but Y/N was actually super flexible and would sometimes even ask if we could do some more takes because she didn’t like the one we had. It was amazing what she did to make the movie an even bigger success.” Chris answers, causing a small smile to rest on your face.

“Now there are many eligible women in Hollywood, so why Y/N?”

“Excuse me?”

“I mean, she’s already paid less than you, and I don’t imagine that stutter of hers makes it any easier to land roles. I would have imagined you would go for someone in your pay grade.” Ouch.

“Alright, we’re done here.” Chris says, cutting the interview short by standing up from his chair. They quickly cut the cameras as your husband nods to you, telling you to pack up.

“I’m just saying-”

“You aren’t saying anything.” You can visibly see Chris getting more pissed off by the second. You try to pull him away from the scene, but the interviewer keeps trying to insult you. It’s all a blur before Chris finally snaps, punching the interviewer and knocking him to the floor before storming out of the studio.

“I-I am so-so-so sorry.” You whisper to one of the producers. She brushes it off with a quick “he deserved that.” before walking over to the interviewer and talking his ear off as she hands him a couple of tissues. You stand there silently, wondering what you should do when one of the producer’s assistants ushers you out.

“It’ll be fine! We’ll call back to see if Chris wants to reschedule, with a different interviewer of course.”

“T-Thank yo-u.” You whisper, offering him a small smile before walking over to your car, your fuming husband sitting in the driver’s seat.

~~~

“Darling? What’s wrong?” Chris asks, standing in the doorway of your bedroom, his bandaged hand brushing up against the door frame. You look up from your spot on the bed, giving him a small “mm” before looking back at your latest read. “Okay, what is up with you?”

“No-othing.” You mumble.

“Well it’s obviously something. You’ve barely said a word since the interview and you didn't even finish your dinner! Did, did I go too far at the interview?”

“W-What?! No-o! Not at-at all! It’s ju-ust-”

“Just what?”

“Do you-you think Nich-ichols was-was righ-t?” You question, finally deciding to look up at your husband. The look of confusion on his face would have made you laugh if your heart wasn’t silently ripping apart in your chest.

“What?! Of course not Y/N!” He exclaims, taking a mere four steps across the room to sit in front of you, Chris quickly taking your hands into his. “Why would you ever think that?”

“I-I don’t kn-kn-know…” You’re about to continue speaking when Chris starts moving, and it’s only a quick second before your husband has you sitting in his lap with his arms wrapped around you.

“Everything that man said today was bullshit Y/N. I chose you for so many reasons, and I don’t regret a thing, you understand?” You nod, slowly tucking your face into the crook of his neck. “I love you. So damn much baby.”

“I lo-ove you t-too.” Chris smiles at you once again before softly kissing you, pulling back just slightly to look at you.

“Why don’t we head to bed? It’s been a long day.” You nod and Chris stands up, walking out to call Dodger into bed and returning quickly with the dog and his lion. The two of you were already in your pajamas, having decided to change when you got home. Chris turns off the lights and slips into bed next to you, his arm immediately taking its designated place on your side. You cuddle into him and sigh, feeling comforted by your husband. Dodger sits on the edge of the bed, laying almost all the way over Chris’ feet. The three of you fall asleep like that, the hours before having worn you out, finally feeling at peace.

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oskea93 · 6 years ago

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Think of You: Part Four

-A/N: Hey guys! So sorry it took so long to get this to you all. It’s been a bit rough since I got back from vacation. I broke a bone and I got sick. And, my internet kept messing up. I’m back now and hopefully there won’t be any long gaps in the updates. I also want to apologize for any grammar mistakes that are in this update. I’ll try to go back later on and fix those. Secondly, this update may seem a little boring but the story is gonna pick up in pace and start moving forward in time. All of that will happen in the 5th update and beyond. I just want to thank all of those that have read my story and are enjoying it! It really means a lot to me :) PS: If you want to be added to the tagged list, let me know!

“What do you mean you turned him down?”

I removed the phone away from my ear as Mac yelled into the receiver. “He fucking wants you, Caroline! He’s actually interested and you’re turning him down?” She questioned. “Don’t get mad or anything, but are you fucking stupid?” I let out a sigh. I was growing very tired of being yelled at for my dating choices. I’m sorry that I wasn’t like her and jumped into bed with every guy that looked my way. I was not raised to be some floosy on the Sunset Strip, pining for the attention of some wannabe rock star. “You have to give him a chance, Caroline. You need to see where it goes and break out of this funk you’re in.”

“I’m not in a funk.” I whispered. “I just don’t feel like being in a relationship right now.” I could hear Mac mutter a string of curse words on the other line. “I’m not like you, Mac. I can’t just go out there and expose myself for the world to see. I don’t have that type of attitude and I never will.” I sounded pathetic.

“First of all-”Mac started, clearing her throat. “I don’t expose myself to the world. You’re making me sound like some kind of whore on the Strip.” She expressed. “Secondly, you do have that type of attitude. Every girl has it in them somewhere, it’s just up to you to find it and set it free.” Her voice was now soft. “You know I would never push you into something if I didn’t think it would be worthwhile. Yeah, Nikki may be rough around the edges but he’s really into you. Tommy even told me that Nikki’s crazy for you, and he doesn’t even know you!”

My heart was telling me to trust her but my brain was on guard duty. Nikki Sixx was very handsome in his own way but he was too dangerous. He reeked of sex, drugs, and rock n roll. He was everything that my parents warned me about. They would have a heart attack if I were to bring him home for Easter Dinner or any occasion for that matter. I would no doubt be booted from the family, and I’m an only child! “Caroline!”

I snapped out of my thoughts, “I can’t.” I quickly stated. “ I can’t be with someone like him. I don’t care how good of a guy you think he is or if he’s the leader in the church choir, he’s just not for me.” I rambled. My brain was back in charge, pushing my poor heart into the shredder.

“Dammit, Caroline!” Mac seethed through the phone. I knew she was going to be mad but it was my life, not hers. I have to think about what’s best for me and me only. “I hate to say this but you need to grow the fuck up, Caroline.” I was a little taken back by her statement. I was the most mature out of the two of us. “You need to get your head out of your ass and actually live your fucking life. You’re twenty-fucking-one years old but you’re acting as if your five and still afraid of catching cooties on the playground. Grow the fuck up, suck some dick, and live a little!”

I stayed silent, not sure if she was done yelling at me or not. “This isn’t fucking Georgia. Your mom and dad aren’t here to reprimand your every move anymore. You’re a grown ass woman who has the world at her feet. You’re a grown ass woman who not only has brains but the looks of a fucking Hollywood starlet. You’re fucking beautiful, Caroline and a very sexy rock star wants you for you. He wants you because you’re real and that’s hard to find in this town.” I picked at my nails as her words seemed into my head. “Yeah, he may not be the young, outstanding man your parents want you to be with but he may just be what you needed in your life to get you out of this slump.”

I tried my best to take Mac’s suggestions to heart but I was still holding back. My heart was pleading with my mind, trying to convince it that Mac was right on every level. Nikki probably was a nice guy but his whole world was everything I disagreed with. I guess you could blame my parents for my ways of thinking. From a young age, they drilled into my head that I needed to meet and marry a boy with good Christian values. He needed to be a hard-working guy with a good head on his shoulders. God needed to come first in his life and then of course me. Basically, he needed to be just like my father and nothing less. The only problem with that was I had met a guy like that in the past. My very first boyfriend was similar to my father. He was a church going guy and your typical country boy. He loved the Lord first and those he surrounded himself around second. The only thing was that it was all an act. He played a role on Sundays and Wednesdays. He would act one way in front of the congregation and then turn into a different person on the other five days. He was a real piece of work!

My parents wanted me to marry him but I decided to pursue my dreams instead. To say they were disappointed would be an understatement but I didn’t want to be tied down like my mother was. When I was little, I would ask my mom what her dreams were when she was my age. She would tell me how she wanted to be a librarian since she loved to read. She would tell me different stories that she had memorized, acting them out as if we were right in the pages. The way her imagination worked was incredible. The only thing was that her imagination only came out when it was just her and I. Her love if fiction and books in general never showed up when my father was involved. My mom was your typical housewife. She was my very own June Cleaver. She committed herself to her husband and child, never taking time for herself. Now that I’m an adult, it’s very sad to think of my mother in that way. She deserved so much more…

“Earth to Caroline!”

“What?” I blurted out.

Mac let out an annoyed sigh, “Just get your ass dressed and meet me at the Rainbow.” Before I could interject, Mac ended the phone call. “Fabulous.” I muttered as I hung up the phone. I looked over at the clock and saw that it was far too late to be going to the Rainbow. Not only would it take me an hour to get ready but then it would take even longer to get there. It was Saturday night and everybody in Los Angeles would be on the Strip. Mac didn’t even like the Rainbow, so didn’t understand why she wanted to go there.

I sat in the same spot for another 10 minutes before I dragged myself to the bathroom to get ready. It was hotter than blazes outside today and the heat was still there as nighttime was nearing. I decided on a simple skater dress with flowers and a pair of strappy sandals. I pulled my hair off my neck and into a high ponytail and kept my makeup light. The last thing I needed was my makeup running down my face due to the heat. I grabbed my keys and purse and made my way out the door.

“Why the fuck am I even friends with her!” I yelled out loud as I sat in LA traffic. The drive was going okay for the first 15 minutes but as I delved deeper into the city, the cars were bumper-to-bumper. People were walking in between the cars to get to the other side of the street and people were laying on their car horns as if they were playing musical horns. The heat was not helping the situation either. I looked down at my watch and saw that it was 20 till nine. I had left my apartment at 7:55! I had been in traffic for almost an hour and for what reason I have no idea. If Mac isn’t there when I arrive, I might just kill her…

She wasn’t here.

At first I thought that she could have been caught in the same traffic jam as I was but I soon realized that it was all a setup when I saw Nikki Sixx walk through the door. As soon as I saw him, I placed my menu in front of my face, trying my best to hide as I watched him try to find who he was looking for. Unfortunately for me, I was the person he was looking for. A giant smile appeared on his face when he spotted me. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes as I laid the menu back onto the table. “Well, well, well-“ He smiled. “I figured it would just be Mac, Tommy, and I but I’m so happy you showed up.” I looked up at him unamused.

He slowly removed his leather jacket and took the seat in front of me. “What are you doing here?” I asked. A smirk appeared across his lips as he leaned forward. “I was invited.” He whispered. I rolled my eyes again. “You keep doing that, your eyes are gonna get stuck in the back of your head.” I narrowed my eyes at him as the waitress made her way over. I watched as she spoke to Nikki first. It was clear that she was flirting with him but he wasn’t paying her any mind. “I’ll have a Jack and Coke.” He simply told her. I was a bit shocked to say the least. I think the girl was even shocked. She didn’t seem to take it too well, especially when it was my turn to tell her what I wanted. She basically rushed me throughout my order and I would be surprised if I receive what I wanted.

“She digs me.” Nikki smiled as soon as the girl walked away. “Too bad the feeling isn’t mutual.” I couldn’t help but smile slightly as I leaned back into the booth. The girl quickly made her way back and dropped off our drinks, making sure to give Nikki a look before walking away. “She’s not really my type anyway.” Nikki spoke as he mixed the liquids together.

“Why’s that?” I questioned. He smirked as he continued to stir his drink. I don’t even know why I asked, I’m sure it was something superficial.

“She’s not you.” I could have sworn my heart stopped for a second. I may have also gone deaf during those seconds. I just stared at him. Was he being serious? “What?” I chocked. My mouth was suddenly dry as well.

He looked up from his drink, his expression suddenly serious. “She’s not you.” He spoke again. “In case you haven’t noticed, I really like you. Hell, I’ve liked you the moment I saw you walk out of our show.” His voice was softer, more intimate. “You intrigue me, Caroline.

I looked down at the table, unsure of what to say or do. I never had someone tell me that I “intrigued them.” He could have any girl he wanted. I’m sure there were girls all over the Strip that would do anything to get his attention, even the waitress was trying. “Why me?” I blurted out. “Why pick me?” My brain was in overdrive. “You could be with any girl on the Sunset Strip but you’re picking me. Why? I’m a second-grade teacher who goes to bed at eight o’ clock at night and spends her weekend either doing laundry or watching The Facts of Life. I don’t listen to the music you play or like. The only time I go to parties is when Mac drags me there and I usually end up leaving five minutes after I arrive. I’m a very boring person!” I rambled. “I don’t enjoy parties or hanging out with people I don’t know. I enjoy going to the grocery store or even the library. I don’t dress sexy or even own anything considered sexy. According to Mac, I dress like I’m a 50-year-old widow. I’m not like the other girls on the Strip or California for that matter.” I was talking so fast that I was out of breath.

Nikki had a giant smile spread across his face. “Why are you smiling like that?” I asked. He leaned forward in his seat, “You’re right-“ He began. “I could have any girl on the Strip but every girl on the Strip is exactly the same. Teased out hair, tight clothes, too much makeup, and a career that involves taking their clothes off. You may think that’s what I want but I want normalcy. I want boring. I want grocery shopping, library card owning, Facts of Life watching normalcy.”

I didn’t know what to say. Was he being serious? He didn’t strike me as the type that would sit around on a Saturday night and watch sitcoms. “I’ve rendered you speechless.” He chuckled. “I don’t know whether that’s a good thing or not.” Before I could respond, the waitress came back with our food. Nikki thanked her with a smile, causing her ego to grow even more. I couldn’t help but just stare at my food. I was suddenly not hungry anymore This guy was into me, at least that’s what he was leading me to believe. “Why aren’t you eating?”

I looked up at Nikki, a piece of spaghetti hanging out of his mouth. I couldn’t help giggle at the sight. “It’s really good, you know.” He smiled. He truly was an idiot, but he was a pretty cute idiot….

“So- Does this mean you’ll go out with me again?”

I rolled my eyes, a smirk also making its way across my lips. We had just finished a nice dinner and here he was asking the “important” question as he liked to call it. “You gonna answer me?” He placed his arm beside my body, partially trapping me against the car. I looked at his arm and then to his face. “I don’t know.” I stated. “Why should I?” It looked as if his eyes were going to bulge out of his skull. I usually wasn’t the type of girl to lead a guy on. If I was into him and he was into me, then I would totally agree on a second date. There was something different when it came to Nikki. I found it funny to lead him on and keep him wondering. It was almost like a game for me and I wanted to see how long it would take to win or even lose. In all honesty, I enjoyed our dinner together. He was not only devilishly handsome but also witty and smart. He may have the rock star looks but there was so much more. I liked it and I liked him.

“Tell you what-”He began. “If you want to see me again, Motley is playing our first huge gig on Friday. It’s our first mega show as a band and I would love to see you front row.” He expressed. “Hopefully this time you stay the whole show and don’t walk out.” His signature smirk danced across his face as he stared down at me.

I gave him a small smile, “Have a good night, Nikki.”

I slowly turned toward my car door and stepped into the driver’s seat. I looked at him once more before starting the engine and making my way out of the parking lot. I couldn’t help but look back in the rear-view mirror. He was just standing there but that damn smirk was still plastered on his face.

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all-hail-the-witcher · 6 years ago

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ill always be there for you

ship: ralbert yeet genre: some angst, mostly fluff, lots of worrying warnings: mentions of someone getting beat up, potential hypothermia, minor mentions of blood, worrying, the works word count: 3565 oof editing: eh _______________________________ It was the night before thanksgiving and Albert had just curled up in his grandmas big comfy armchair with an oversized sweatshirt, a cup of hot chocolate and a brand new book when his phone rang. Albert smiled seeing his boyfriend Races picture pop up on his screen. He and Race had been dating for almost 9 months, but race had opted to stay at his apartment in Manhattan for thanksgiving instead of tagging along with Albert because he had rehearsal and because Albert wasn’t out to his family yet. “Hey Racer,” he answered, flipping his book closed as he watched his cousins and younger siblings play monopoly on the floor in front of him. “Albie?” Races voice was quiet on the other end of the phone. “Can you speak up, I can’t really hear you.” One of Alberts cousins let out a load groan after going bankrupt. “It’s kinda loud here.” “I know, sorry.” Race cleared his throat and Albert head several loud car honks in the background. Was Race outside? Albert checked the time: it was almost 9. Race should have been home from rehearsal by now. “And I’m sorry for interrupting, but I didn’t know who else to call.” A pit of worry began to form in Alberts stomach. Had something happened? Did Race get fired? Did something happen at rehearsal? Did something happen while he was walking home? Had he been hit by a car? Was he bleeding out in an alley somewhere? A million scenarios flooded Albert’s head and he squeezed the arm of the chair to ground himself. Race was okay, he had to be. “What happened, Race? Are you alright?” Alberts voice took on a worried tone as one of his cousins looked up at him, no doubt having heard his half of the conversation. Albert waved her off and she - thankfully - returned to monopoly. “Don’t freak out, alright? I’m fine, I promise.” Somehow Albert didn’t believe him. “Antonio.” This time it was Alberts aunt who looked over at him questioningly. Albert shook his head, letting her know that it was nothing and she turned back to the adult conversation. “Fine! Geez! I got jumped walking home from rehearsal!” Race groaned. “Happy now?” Albert’s stomach dropped to his feet. Someone had hurt his beautiful Race and he wasn’t there for him. “Fuck, Tony. Why didn’t you fucking say something? Are you alright?” “Albert Dasilva! Language!” His mom yelled at him, but he ignored her, jumping up and pacing in the joined dining room. “I told you not to freak out,” Race said forcefully before bursting into a fit of coughing. “I said I’m fine. They got spooked before they could finish, which is why I still have my phone. But while I was running away my foot got caught in a sewer grate and I think I twisted my ankle cause I can’t really walk and I think one of them knocked me in the head cause I’m feeling a little dizzy and disoriented.” Albert tried not to think about his poor boyfriend, alone, cold, and hurt somewhere in Manhattan. “Oh, Race…” He was acutely aware that most of his family was watching him. “So,” Race continued, “I was going to ask you to call one of our friends who are still in the city to come get me, cause I can’t quite remember who didn’t go home for the holiday.” “What are you crazy?” Albert walked over to the counter and picked up his car keys. Luckily for him, his grandmas house was just outside Jersey City, a mere 20 minutes away from Manhattan. “I’m coming to get you.” “No you’re not!” Race immediately protested. “I’m not going to let you leave your family on account of me. Call JoJo or Spot or Elmer or whoever’s still here to come get me.” “Absolutely not,” Albert refused as he laced up his sneakers. “Cause if one of them comes to get you I’ll just be distracted thinking about you the whole time and wondering if you’re okay and won’t be able to enjoy anything here.” “Aww you’re such a sap.” Race made kissy noises into the phone. Albert felt himself blush as he walked back into the living room, ignoring the various stares he got from his family, grabbing his phone charger. “Just tell me where you are so I can come get you.” Albert heard muffled hisses and groans of pain as Race shifted to look for a street sign and he could feel his heart clench with worry. “Uh, I think it says east 23rd street. I’m across from a deli of some sort.” “Alright.” Albert grabbed an extra sweatshirt of his from the pegs by the door, he knew Race would want it. “I’ll be there in 30 minutes tops. Stay put. I love you.” Shit. Albert sucked in a breath. That was the first time he’d ever said that to Race, and it wasn’t even in person. What if Race wasn’t ready for that? What if he yelled at him? The silence on the other end was concerning. Finally, he heard Races breathy laughter and allowed himself to exhale. “I love you too, you dork. And to think I thought I would be the first to say that.” Albert laughed along with him. “Oh shut up. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Then he disconnected the call. “Albert, honey,” his mom called out from the living room. “Who was that on the phone? And where are you going in such a hurry? You’re supposed to be with us tonight.” “It was just Race, ma,” Albert said from the kitchen as he grabbed his wallet. “Who’s Race?” His uncle asked. “My boyfriend,” Albert said, without thinking. Shit. Oh shit fuck crap goddamn shit shit shit. Albert banged his head on the wall in the kitchen. Why had he said that? “You have a boyfriend?” This time it was his grandma talking to him. Well. Now he was committed. “Yes,” he said, walking as confidently as he could into the living room where all of his family was sitting. At least he would only have to do this once since everyone was in one spot. “His name is Antonio Higgins, but we all call him Race. We’ve been dating for 9 months. He’s a dancer. We met at that coffee shop I used to work in cause he used to order these complicated drinks. He’s from Pennsylvania. We both go to NYU.” Alberts brain was swimming as he rambled and he could feel tears springing up behind his eyes. He was going to get kicked out, disowned, he might as well say it all. “And he just got jumped on the way back to his apartment and he’s cold and hurt and somewhere on the lower east side and I’m going to get him and bring him back to his place because I love him.” A tear dropped down his face as he stared at the mildly shocked expressions on his family’s faces. Albert’s grandmother was the first to speak up. “Why don’t you bring him back here?” Albert brushed away his tears with the sleeve of his hoodie, not quite believing what his grandma had just said. “What?” “Yeah,” his mom said. “Bring Race here, he’s more than welcome to stay with us.” “We have plenty of food and space.” His uncle added. “And no one should be alone on thanksgiving,” his aunt said. Albert was still in a state of shock. “Wait, you- you guys aren’t mad that I’m gay? You’re not- you’re not kicking me out?” Albert’s mom got up off the couch and engulfed him in a tight hug. “I would never kick you out for something like that. Now go get Race and bring him back before he freezes to death. I want to meet this boyfriend of yours.” Boyfriend. Race. Freeze to death. Shit. In the midst of his accidental coming out, Albert had managed to forget about his poor, immobile boyfriend. “Right. Race. I have to go get him.” He pulled away from his mom and bolted toward the door. “I’ll be back in a few hours, thanks for not kicking me out!” Albert flew out to door and flung open the door to his beat up Jeep Cherokee. Time to go get Race. ••• Nearly 40 minutes later, and after cursing up and down about the excess traffic - of course Race had to get jumped on the biggest traveling day of the year - Albert made it to lower Manhattan. Frantically, he drove up and down the streets, cursing every time he hit a red light. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Albert reached 23rd Street. He drove down it carefully, looking from side to side for a familiar head of blonde hair. Albert breathed a sigh of relief when he spotted his boyfriend sitting halfway down the block, leaned up against a building, curled in a little ball, his dance bags and various belongings strewn on the sidewalk. Haphazardly, he pulled his truck over to the curb, not caring that it wasn’t remotely straight or even in a spot, threw on his hazards and bounded out of the car. “Race!” He called, not bothering to shut his door. Races head lifted at the sound of his boyfriend’s voice and Albert ran over toward him. “Oh, Race, thank god, I was so worried about you.” Albert enveloped Race’s shivering body in a tight hug, kissing the top of his curls. “That- that was lo-longer than 30 min-minutes,” Races teeth chattered. “S-st-stop sq-squeezing so h-h-hard, it hur-hurts.” Albert immediately let go, pulling back to assess Race for injuries. In the light provided by his headlights he could see a nasty bruise forming on his left eye, and the right sleeve of his jacket was torn open, the blood tingeing the edges of the rip making Albert’s stomach flip. He would bet good money that Race’s ribs were bruised as well, based on the way he had complained about being embraced. “Why didn’t you at least go into one of the shops to wait for me, that way you wouldn’t be so cold right now?” Albert tried to keep his voice level as he began to rub feeling back into Races right hand, being extra careful not to disturb the flowering bruises and cuts on his knuckles. Race shook his head. “C-can’t move.” “Jeez, Race, you said you were fine.” Albert switched to Races left hand, pushing down the growing worry rising in his throat. “Well, I’m not g-going to d-d-die, th-therefore I’m f-fine.” Race rolled his eyes. “You’re such a w-w-worrier. You di-didn’t h-have to co-come all this way. H-h-help me to the c-car so I can g-go ho-home and t-take a nice b-bath.” “Yeah, about that,” Albert said, sitting back on his heels. “You’re coming with me to my grandmas house.” “W-why?” Race pulled his hands inside his jacket again. “Cause they heard me talking to you on the phone and asked who it was and I told them and long story short I accidentally came out to my entire family, thanks for that.” Albert snaked his arm around Races upper back, beginning to pull him up. “W-were th-they accept-t-ting?” Race asked worriedly, looking up at Alberts face in question. “Of course. Do you think we would be going back there if they weren’t?” Albert grinned at Races lopsided smile. “It was just very inconvenient.” “S-says the b-b-boy who s-s-said I l-love yo-you for the fir-first time o-over the ph-phone.” Race glared at him, leaning more on Albert’s shoulder. “C-couldnt y-you have w-w-waited un-until you s-s-saw me in p-per-person?” Albert leaned down to kiss Races ice cold cheek. “Sorry, I was caught up in making sure you were okay.” Race gave him another smile. “Let’s get you back to your place so we can clean you up, okay?” Race nodded. They took one step forward and Race nearly fell over. He looked up at Albert, tears threatening to spill over. “I-I’m s-s-sorry.” “Not your fault.” Albert pressed a kiss into Races hair before scooping him up in his arms and deposited him gently in the passenger seat before going back to gather his strewn belongings before hopping in the car and turning up the heat. “Take that jacket off, it looks damp,” Albert instructed. Race carefully peeled off his black jacket revealing the plain gray T-shirt he had worn to rehearsal. Albert’s eyes immediately went to the shallow gash in his forearm. “Don’t w-worry, it’s not as bad as it l-looks,” Race reassured him. “He b-barely g-got me.” Albert nodded, wordlessly handing Race the blanket he kept in the backseat. The two of them sat in the car in silence, Albert calmly and systematically rubbing Races arms and hands until his teeth stopped chattering. The ride to Races apartment was short and uneventful. The two talked quietly about Races dancing and what Albert’s extended family was like while they traveled the darkened streets of Manhattan. Albert parked his Jeep in the garage under Races apartment building and came around the car to collect his boyfriend. Once he was in his arms, Race nuzzled his face into Albert’s neck. Albert was quite relieved to discover that it was no longer ice cold, but his worry soon spiked again when he shifted a still blanket-clad Race in his arms and he squeaked in pain. “Sorry, sorry,” Albert apologized, adjusting his grip slightly. “It’s fine, it’s just a bruise,” Race reassured him. That didn’t stop Albert from worrying and he worried and worried and worried about the boy in his arms until they made it up to Races apartment and Race was seated on the bathroom counter, calmly taking off his shirt, revealing several flowering bruises in different stages of forming. “Oh, Race,” he sighed. “I’d give you ice for those but you already almost froze to death, so I’m not sure if that’s a good idea.” “Yeah, no, probably not,” Race frowned, taking a sip of the tea Albert had made him to warm him up. “How about we wait until I finish thawing and then if they still hurt I’ll ice them?” “Fine by me,” Albert shrugged, ignoring Races lackluster jokes and sarcastic attitude. “Let’s just make sure they’re not broken.” “Haven’t I been through enough already?” Race groaned as Albert placed his hands on his torso, mentally thanking Mush for the crash course he’d given him in first aid. “Must you put me through more pain? Oh fuck, that hurts, stop it!” Race threw his hands onto Albert’s shoulders, squeezing them until his knuckles were white to combat the pain. “It’s okay, it’s okay Tony,” Albert said, finishing checking Race for broken ribs. “You’re all good.” “I know, I could have told you that before you almost made me blackout!” Race glared at him. “Sometimes I don’t know why I put up with you.” “If you didn’t put up with me, you would still be suffering from hypothermia on the street.” Albert dampened some toilet paper with rubbing alcohol and began dabbing it on the cut on Races arm. The blood had clotted before Albert had gotten there - thank god - and it was shallow enough that it didn’t need stitches, just a nice tight bandage and some ointment. “Nah, someone would have taken pity on me and brought me in,” Race said, flinching as the alcohol touched his skin. “No they wouldn’t have,” Albert rummaged around in Races first aid kit, coming up with some gauze to wrap his forearm with. “You’re a pain in the ass.” “That may be so,” Race agreed. “But I’m your pain in the ass.” “Sadly.” Albert took a damp washcloth to Races face, wiping away the dirt and grime, being extra careful around his blackening eye. “What do you mean, ‘sadly’?” Race protested crossly. “I’m a delight.” “Whatever you say pretty boy,” Albert said dismissively. “Now which ankle is screwed up?” “This one.” Race stuck out his left leg. Albert carefully rolled up his pants and gingerly pulled off his sock, revealing a black and blue, swollen mess of an an ankle. “Damn, Race. Are you sure this isn’t broken?” “I know a broken ankle when I see one,” Race said. “And that’s is most likely a bad sprain.” “‘Most likely’?” Albert was already pulling out his phone to text Mush. It really was a good thing that someone in their friend group had decided to go into pre med. “What’s wrong with most likely?” “Most likely means it could be broken and I really don’t want to drive you to the hospital tonight.” Albert glanced down at his phone, seeing that Mush had responded. Race groaned. “Noooo, no hospitals, not tonight.” “Well, luckily for you Mush says that it looks like you’ll be fine and he’ll look at it when we get back from break Monday, alright? In the meantime he says ice it and don’t put weight on it” Albert began to loom under the sink where he knew Race kept various bandages, braces and tape that he used for dance. “So you trust Mush, but not me?” Race stuck out his lower lip and poured.” “Mush is training to be a doctor. You’re just a dancer.” Albert came up with an ankle brace and carefully placed it around Races swollen ankle. “Just a dancer?” Race protested. “Do you know how hard it is to dance?” “Yes, I’ve watched you do it countless times,” Albert rolled his eyes, noting that Race was beginning to shiver again. “Stay here I’m going to go grab you some clothes.” Albert returned a few minutes later with a pair of sweats, a long sleeve shirt, the sweatshirt of his he had grabbed from home and a pair of fuzzy socks. He helped Race don the clothes before carrying him to the couch and laying him on top of his chest, pulling a blanket over the two of them. “Don't we have to go back to your grandma's place?” Race mumbled, pulling the blanket up to his chin and relaxing into Albert’s chest. “Yes, but that can wait,” Albert combed his fingers through Races hair in a soothing pattern. “I’d rather not have you get hypothermia in the car.” “I’ll be fine,” Race mumbled into Albert’s chest. “Well I don’t see you getting up and going so we’re gonna cuddle for awhile, okay?” Albert laughed as Race stuck his cold hands underneath his sweatshirt in response, the gauze he had wrapped around his knuckles scratchy against his bare skin. ••• About an hour of cuddling later, Race was no longer shivering out of his skin and Albert was confident he could take him back to his grandmas house without him freezing to death. Albert packed Race a bag of some clothes for the weekend and carried him down to the car. “Why do we have to go, I was so comfortable on the couch,” Race mumbled, winding his arms around Albert’s neck. “We can cuddle more tonight, okay?” Albert promised him, shifting Race so that he could open the passenger door for him. Once they were both in the car, Race grabbed the aux cord, immediately plugging in his phone and playing some ancient Taylor Swift. Albert shot him a look. “Hey, I’m the one who almost died today, I get to pick the tunes.” He leaned back in his seat, looking very pleased with himself. “Fine,” Albert agreed. “But only cause you’re hurt. On any and all other occasions, Taylor Swift is banned in my car.” Race shot him a dazzling smile. “I love you, Albie.” “I know.” Race leaned over and slapped him. “Now is not the time for that ridiculous Han Solo shit! Just because you said I love you first does not permit you to be an asshole about it!” “Fine fine,” Albert laughed. “I love you too, Antonio Higgins. Are you satisfied now?” “...Yes.” Race pouted. Then the song changed and he perked up. “Albie! This is our song!” “We don’t have a song, Racer, and if we did, it sure as heck wouldn’t be a Taylor Swift song.” Albert put on his turn signal. “Oh shut up and sing with me.” Reluctantly, Albert sang along with Race to “I’m Only Me When I’m With You.” And of he sang along to the rest of the album, no one had to know. ••• Later that night when the two of them were curled up in Albert’s bed at his grandma’s house, Race spoke up. “Albie?” “Hm?” Albert ran his fingers through Races hair absently. “I like your family. They’re fun.” Albert smiled in the dark. He was glad Race liked his family. His mom and grandma especially had adored Race and fussed over him the entire night, making sure that he was comfortable and icing his ankle and warm after his incident. Race had mocked Albert, saying that now he knew where he got his worrying habit from. “I’m glad Race,” he yawned. “They really seemed to like you too.” It was quiet for a few moments. Albert thought Race had gone to sleep when he spoke up again. “Albie?” “What is it Race?” “Thanks for coming to get me.” Albert wrapped his arms tighter around his boyfriend. “Of course,” he said. “I’ll always be there for you.” _______________________________ the promised ralbert fic yeet well that turned out way longer than I thought it would be, but it’s not bad so ;) feedback is always appreciated and if you wanna be on the tag list ask/message me !! tag list

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any chance we could get a meta on dick/Kory in the newest teen titans movie? Pretty please

You know what nonny, why the heck not, I was filled with such utter delight at their interactions and scenes together that I got no trouble gushing about it for a few paragraphs.

Long-ass post and lotta screencaps, as per usual.

I was actually really trepidacious about Judas Contract when it was first announced. Like, I thought there was no way it was gonna work with their chosen line-up and they were obviously gonna bring Deathstroke back from the dead and it would be lame and they were gonna keep stringing us Dick/Kory shippers along with the barest minimum of quality ship tease they could get away with.

I still don’t think everything worked about the movie. (Raven was pretty much just as useless as she was in the comic version, Slade had none of the humanizing motivation behind his actions, and let’s not talk about their ass-backwards origin for Jericho.) But it was surprisingly both semi-accurate to the source material and Actually Decent and fixed a few things that bugged me about the story and HOLY CATS THE QUALITY ROBSTAR CONTENT.

LIKE, THEY WERE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL HAPPY SUPPORTIVE HEALTHY COUPLE AND I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF???

I will go into detail now. :)

So we open with the Titans puttering along and Dick is being Mr. Stick-Up-His-Butt and then the alien brawl draws their attention.

And we begin the beautiful Dick/Kory goodness with one of my favorite tropes ever, Love At First Sight!

Or more accurately, That Look Of Utter Awe And Adoration And “Wow Wow Who Is That I Feel Tingly All Of A Sudden She’s Shiny”.

We’re like, not even a minute in and the music goes all soft and romantic and there’s slow camera pans and the boy is already a goner just look at him.

And thus, the film establishes right away, “These two are a Thing. They are OTP. Enjoy! :D”

As with the 2003 animated cartoon, Robin is pretty much immediately on Starfire’s side and feels really protective over her right off the bat. (Pardon the pun.)

He orders the Titans into action. And Kid Flash lampshades the fact that Robin is clearly thinking with his… ahem… “little grayson”.

Robin fights the Gordanians holding onto her, freeing her. She shouts at him about the portal and he orders Speedy to blow it up.

As the wind pulls at them, sucking the Gordanians up, Robin grabs onto her wrist and oh my gosh it is just so cute and romantic and aaaaaaaaah!

A Gordanian grabs onto her ankle and pulls her away and Robin disconnects his grapple line to go save her.

AND THEN THEY CRADLE EACH OTHER AS THEY CRASH BACK TO THE GROUND AND KORY ANGLES HERSELF SO THAT SHE HITS FIRST.

BECAUSE, YOU KNOW, HER SMOL NEW FRIEND LOOKS TINY AND BREAKABLE.

She rolls right on top of him and plants the iconic language learning kiss on him.

AND THEN THIS NERD SMILES FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE THE FILM STARTED AND COMMENTS, “USEFUL.” WHEN KORY EXPLAINS HOW SHE CAN LEARN LANGUAGE VIA LIP CONTACT.

WE ARE THREE MINUTES IN AND THE LEVEL OF EPIC TRUE LOVE OTP IS KILLING ME.

His face omg he is so BESOTTED. He’s barely known her five minutes and she’s already getting started on relaxing his seriousness and helping him be more himself and less Gruff McAngsty Mini-Batman.

And since Kory still looks sad and uncertain, Dick is quick to reassure her that she’s welcome there on Earth, and welcomes her to to team. Quintessential RobStar right there.

Everything about this opening is just framed and shot so romantically. The camera angles and focus, the staging, their expressions. Every single animation choice is a deliberate HEY HELLO THESE TWO ARE IN LOVE YES?

And lo, I am slain. For this is ship tease of the highest caliber thank you more please.

To my everlasting delight, there was more. LOTS more.

Dick and Kory being a highly effective Battle Couple, watching each other’s backs and keeping each other safe.

Dick and Kory flirting under fire and playfully teasing each other. (Making it clear to all that they are disgustingly open about their relationship.)

Dick being respectful of Kory’s leadership and not wanting to upstage her, and reassuring her doubts when the team gravitates towards him.

Dick worrying about Kory specifically when Deathstroke attacks.

Kory being devastated when Deathstroke brags about having killed Dick, refusing to believe it’s true, and having faith in him to rescue them.

Dick asking Kory to move in with him, in front of their “kids”.

WHICH IS FRAMED RIDICULOUSLY LIKE A PROPOSAL FOR LITERALLY NO OTHER REASON THAN SHIPTEASE???

Dick and Kory hugging.

Dick and Kory training.

Dick and Kory dancing.

Dick and Kory canoodling on their couch.

BASICALLY DICK AND KORY BEING LOWKEY MARRIED THROUGHOUT THE WHOLE FILM.

There’s just SO much that’s just the essence of what I love about these two–the mutual care and concern, the bolstering each other up, the kickass tag-teaming in battle, her undying faith in him–and then it’s just added to by them being so healthily intimate and mature and adult when it comes to relating to each other. She feels free to express her doubts and insecurities to him. He compliments and encourages her. They tease each other. They talk through their issues. They snuggle and kiss and are gross in front of their “children”.

Their relationship is so open and natural and comfortable and THIS IS BASICALLY EVERYTHING I EVER WANTED???!?!

Hello yes, I was not expecting this level of OTP, but clearly someone on the writing team for this film KNOWS and GETS the heart of Dick/Kory and why people love their romance because it is aaaaaaaalllll over this film.

They don’t even have any stupid plot drama arguments it’s just aaaaaaaaah!

*heart eyes forever*

OH AND THE KIDS SHIP IT TOO??? LIKE, EVEN DAMIAN WHO DOESN’T LIKE ANYONE IS ALL, “I APPROVE GRAYSON.” WHAT THE ACTUAL HECK.

I’m kind of being incoherent and rambly and not very analytical right now but just… THESE TWO. THESE TWO and how they are written in THIS MOVIE is basically exactly perfect and exactly how you should write established couples and I would just like writers everywhere to TAKE NOTE THIS IS HOW YOU DO IT.

They aren’t forced into stereotypical roles, they aren’t squished into unnecessary UST or other tensions, they don’t butt heads, they’re just supportive and playful and adore each other and care about each other’s feelings and talk out their problems AND ARE SO RIDICULOUSLY HEALTHY TOGETHER AND MAKE EACH OTHER SO STUPIDLY HAPPY.

I just love them so much askfjhakjghjhg.

Excuse me I need to go cry and watch the movie again.

But seriously, there is literally nothing wrong with Dick and Kory in this movie, they are happy and adorable and perfect and are basically Mom and Dad to the Titans and it is WONDERFUL.

My babies.

#robstar #robin #starfire #dick grayson #koriand'r #dc animated films #meta #meta: ship appreciation #the TT universe ships robstar

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