#you can hear almost hear the giggle coming from Evans

[jessieren]

On the Seventh Day of Christmas

My Evans gave to me....

Seven Evans a-giggling

Previous Six Days (warning: very NSFW if you make it to the end...) here: https://www.tumblr.com/jessieren/770221371065286656/the-twelve-days-of-evans?source=share

[ma1dita]

james potter x reader please!

so, in this one james and lily survive but they realize that they aren't for each other and decide to get a divorce or whatever it is in the wizarding world. so harry spends half of the week with james, and half with lily and her new partner, mary macdonald (yes, i am a marylily shipper)

so, reader is harry's new primary school teacher and baby boy loves her!

one day, james picks harry up from school and meets harry's favorite “miss pretty,”

turns out, she was in the same class as james (different house, ravenclaw preferably) but he never really noticed her bcs all he ever thought about before was quidditch, his friends, and lily evans

ooooh, harry setting his dad up with reader would be amazing!

james potter x ravenclaw!teacher!reader

wc: 1.8k

a/n: no warnings, unedited. only one ravenclaw mention; thank you for the req love! sorry for the wait

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Harry J. Potter is undoubtedly James’ son. From his unruly hair that can only be salvaged by a thick swipe of Sleakeazys, to the glasses that slide down the tiny bridge of his nose, and more evidently as of late—the mischief that runs through his veins, there’s really no doubt that this troublemaking 6-year-old is his.

No blood magic or Muggle fraternity… ehem, paternity test needed.

So there he sits in a too-small, sunshine yellow kiddie chair in the hallway of Harry’s classroom because he’s been called in for a parent-teacher meeting. The chair part wasn’t necessary, but Harry’s playing pretend to be a waiter at a 5-star restaurant that his mommy said Lily was taking her partner Mary to. And whatever Harry says, goes for the most part (which is exactly why he’s in this chair in the first place. He could paint a picture of how red Lily’s face got over the phone when she yelled at him over their baby getting called in for misconduct).

It all must’ve been a misunderstanding, or something he’s yet to find out the reason for, such as why little Harry’s pretend Michelin star establishment has the waiter flying food over in an airplane, complete with bumbling engine noises and his arms sticking out as he runs down the hallway. 

Classy.

“H, I ordered extra fries with this burger!” James says in a ridiculously indignant voice, pretending to huff and cross his arms and he almost cracks a smile when his little one comes giggling down the way back to him, “Coming right up, Daddy!” The other, much older parents that pass by the empty hallway are less enthused, but well, James Fleamont Potter and shame don’t belong in the same sentence, much less a lifetime. 

Tiny airplane arms graze the construction paper Hungry Caterpillar that lines the hallway, painted handprints waving back at little Harry as he runs full speed, until the door opens and BOOM!

James hears laughter instead of tears so when he abruptly stands up, knocking the small yellow chair over (and the purple side table he had all his imaginary food on), albeit trying to come off nonchalant, he’s relieved. What he’s more surprised about is the pretty lady that’s whirling his boy around in her arms.

“Harry the hurricane! Just in time to mix things up and sprinkle some energy back into my day huh?”

You’re dressed in a light pink vest and a long skirt that Harry’s hanging off of like the monkey bars at the playground and you seem to think nothing of it as you stick your hand out for him to shake, “Mr. Potter, thank you for coming in!”

“Oh love, James is fine I—” “DADDY! SAY HI TO MISS PRETTY!”

Quite right, he thinks. There’s something charming about you that he finds himself trying to figure out, hair tied messily on your head, different marker stains on your hands, and a stray holographic sticker that says “What a Star!” seems to have found its way to your abdomen. He thinks that if the professors at Hogwarts were this beautiful, he’d actually spend less time in detention.

The tot is grinning ear to ear and almost bouncing as you crouch down and gently take his hands off your skirt and into your own with a velveteen smile, “What did we say, hon? When we’re inside the classroom, we use our inside voices. Soft like a warm breeze, hmm?”

“But Miss Pretty, I’m not in the classroom yet!” Harry says cheekily as he points to his light-up sneakers standing toes away from the doorway. The boy goes running in towards the back of the room to go play with the building blocks and James has to bite his tongue when he watches you pinch your nose before taking your place at the desk in the front of the room.

“Well hello then, Miss Pretty,” he says with a smirk, throwing his blazer over the back of the thankfully adult chair and rolling his shirt sleeves up as he takes a seat. It’s quiet in the room besides the sound of Harry pretending to be Godzilla on a poor imaginary city in the background.

You stare at him a bit sideways, a beat of silence occupying the space between you, and then a snort escapes you—unladylike, but oh, what a woman. 

“You don’t remember me, do you?”

He blinks. Harry’s block towers crash to the ground and it sounds like James’ hopes of this going anywhere outside the classroom, a reverberating sound that drops with his heart falling to his ass, “Say what now?”

“Dear Godric, you’re still the same as back at school!” you scoff, leaning back in your chair and kicking your legs up on the desk (that he admittedly takes a peek at, but anyways); clearing his throat he’s so sure there must be some sort of misunderstanding—how could anyone overlook someone as stunning as you?

“I should’ve known, to be honest, when a mini-me of you walked in here on the first day, oh—the look on my face, I swear Lily’s gonna get a kick of this when she comes by next week, she was worried that you were coming in and not her anyways.”

The furrow in his brow is like a faultline right now, wondering how in the hell all of this has gone wrong in the last few minutes from the door, “Don’t bother with anything that woman says,” and then you’re laughing because, “Funny, from what I remember, you bothered her no matter what she said.”

And look how that turned out 7 years and a divorce later. 

Co-parenting with Lily Evans-McDonald is not for the weak, after all.

“Why am I even here?” James says exasperatedly, eyes flickering to the ceiling and then to his son who’s doing airplane arms as he kicks down his blocks. You cross your arms almost smugly, and he hopes you don’t take offense, which he clarifies by the frazzled look on his face and the hands he runs through his hair—”Your son called me stupid in class yesterday…”

Dear Merlin.

“And he said that his daddy was the one who told him to say it.”

A wheezing noise leaves his chest and he’s in disbelief, eyes whipping between you and his darling boy and the fact that he’s smack in the middle of looking an outright fool when it comes to this parenting all because of—

“You do know I didn’t mean it like that it’s just—”

You’re grinning as he loosens his tie in a panic, “We didn’t learn the alphabet like that back in our day?”

“I MEAN WHO CHANGES THE ALPHABET SONG? Truly!” James blubbers as he tries to cover his ass and somehow he’s the one who feels like he’s in trouble with the teacher. 

Perhaps he is, though this was not the original scene he had in mind walking in here. He takes a deep breath once you give him the same look you did Harry about his inside voice and—Godric you’re good at that—”And obviously…obviously I didn’t know you were his teacher.”

“Oh? Does that make a difference, Mr. Potter?”

You’re biting down on a perfectly plump bottom lip and his eyes are still wide and he can’t do anything but laugh.

“How asinine of me. You’re a Ravenclaw if I remember, right? Used to study with Moony all the time…” James mutters like he’s discovered something monumental and then he whispers your name, and it sounds as soft as you—something unearthed and new. He likes the way it sounds coming from his mouth and by the quirk of your lip, you do too. “How could I forget you?” 

The two of you chuckle like how children share a secret and it’s all too confusing for his bundle of joy that comes bounding past the seats and pushing off his father’s lap. 

“Oof—” James wheezes as he gets the wind knocked out of him, hunching over in pain, “Careful H, holy sh—” He swallows down the rest of his thought as you raise an eyebrow at his language, instead scooping Harry into your arms and sitting him on the edge of the desk.

“Anyways, I just wanted to let you know that at Harry’s age, his brain is like a sponge—there’s a lot for him to learn and he’s obviously a lot like his daddy, so Daddy’s going to have to be more conscious of what he has to say.” 

Oh the irony.

“Daddy will then, yeah?” he chokes out, restraining himself at the joyous look on his kid’s face when Harry says, “Miss Pretty, can you be Daddy’s teacher too?”

You pat the boy’s head and pinch a chubby cheek, “He’s got a lot to learn too, right Harry? Daddy was always in detention when we were little too.”

James is stirring in his seat and feeling hot under your gaze as he watches you interact with his son. He kind of regrets letting Lily take the reins with all of Harry’s parent-teacher meetings because clearly, he’s been missing out.

“Daddy was also Head Boy, but okay.” The two of you are giggling at the disgruntled look he gives your comment and James feels outnumbered, but not in a way that bothers him. If he’s being honest, he can understand why Harry was so intent on always getting his homework done right.

A while after, you all walk towards the door and Harry’s proudly walking out with a “Dinomite!” sticker on his forehead as James and you catch up on trivial things and then…

“DADDY! YOU RUINED THE DINNER!”

Harry’s pointing at the overturned table in the hall that he seems to have missed earlier and James cringes as he feels an imminent tantrum—if you call him a hurricane wait until he starts crying like a tornado siren. But you come to the rescue and bend over to shake his shoulders, “It’s okay Harry that just means you can make Daddy dinner again!” The little one is rubbing his eyes and whining a bit more softly and his father is looking at you like you’re an angel on Earth.

“That’s our cue to go,” he laughs, squeezing your arm and shaking his head, “Wish I could bring you hom—That’s not. That didn’t come out right,” he stutters, “I mean that you’re kind of a miracle worker and clearly doing better than how I fare sometimes with him. I think we’re too alike.”

“You’re doing great and he’s an amazing kid,” you reassure him, pulling out a sticker and pressing it onto his lapel. It’s of a triceratops and says “No one tops you!” He reads it and smirks, the famous James Potter smolder coming out to play and you roll your eyes. Harry is tugging at both your hands and when you look down at him, he’s hopeful and looking at you with determination he must’ve got from his mother.

“Since Daddy’s ruined dinner would you like to teach him now Miss Pretty? He’s got a lot to learn like you said.”

You’re at a loss for words, trying to stutter your way out of this one but James thinks it’s the best idea he’s ever heard.

After all, like father, like son.

“Think I could even go for extra credit if I’m allowed, Miss Pretty.”

[steddieas-shegoes]

won't know unless you try

for @steddie-week prompt 'mutual pining'

rated t | 1919 words | cw: referenced recreational drug use | tags: mutual pining, getting together, awkward flirting, fast burn

🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲

Eddie’s just the guy he gets drugs from. He has to remind himself of that a little too often.

It’s just that he’s been seeing him weekly for nearly a year now with the exception of his family holiday for two weeks over the summer. When you see someone that frequently, even if only for a couple of minutes, you tend to become friends.

Which is an exaggeration of what they actually are, and Steve can recognize that he is almost definitely the only one who feels anything more for Eddie than what a business transaction would call for. Eddie’s never even so much as hinted at wanting to hang out outside of the exchange of goods, but Steve thinks the small smile and nod he gives when Steve waves goodbye to him is flirting.

Or flirting adjacent.

Eddie may not even actually like guys. Steve’s not the best at reading people, and it’s gotten his heart in trouble plenty of times before.

Like when he was pretty sure he was in love with Robin and she awkwardly came out to him in a bar’s bathroom, leaving him feeling a bit dumb, a little heartbroken, and a lot disappointed. Luckily, she was able to give him space for a few days and he realized he just loved being her friend.

It didn’t go so well with Evan or Cooper or Connor. Or Amanda or Heather or Caitlin.

But with Eddie, it felt different.

You won’t know unless you try, ran through Steve’s head on loop as he walked up to the front door of Eddie’s apartment.

Only a few customers got the privilege of knowing where he lived, Steve being one of them.

Months of sad attempts at flirting and awkward giggling led up to this moment.

He knocked on Eddie’s door, smiling to himself when he heard music shut off and a curse as Eddie must’ve stumbled over something.

The door swung open and Eddie was standing there with his guitar slung over his back, hair pulled into a bun.

“Hey, Stevie.”

****

No other customers got to come to his apartment, that was his biggest rule.

A rule he broke the moment Steve had been in a rush and had only been a few blocks from where he lived.

He knew why, and he knew it was stupid, and that he was just hoping for something to happen. He needed Steve to make a move.

But Steve never did. He was kind of awkward, actually, not even close to as charming as his friend Jeff made him believe. Well, the awkwardness was actually a little charming. But Jeff had made it sound like he was some casanova who could get anyone he wanted with one line and a well-placed touch.

He never gave discounts, either, that was his other biggest rule.

But Steve never paid full price, not even the first time.

He’d looked exhausted and sad and, well, pathetic. Eddie felt bad for him and ended up giving him a bit of a buy one get one situation. And then he just…kept doing that.

Steve didn’t know. He didn’t think he knew. He never said anything about paying more elsewhere or anything, so maybe he just never shopped around.

Steve was one of his best customers, and at this point, Eddie needed to just make it clear that he wanted to be more.

That’s why the moment Steve texted him that he was on his way, Eddie had thrown his hair up and grabbed his guitar, trying to look effortless while putting as much effort as ever into how he looked. If this didn’t work, he wasn’t sure anything would.

The knock on the door sent him spiraling. Suddenly he hated every choice he made up until this point. Why had he put his hair up in a bun? It made him look like he just got out of bed. And this shirt had stains on it. Not obvious ones, but he could still see them.

He opened the door to see Steve standing there, smiling at him, fingers giving that silly little wiggle.

“Hey, Stevie,” he could hear how breathless he sounded, but he covered it with a slow inhale. “Come in. I was just practicing.”

“I’ll be quick then,” Steve said as he stepped in the doorway.

“No, it’s okay!” Jesus, Eddie, chill out.

Steve just smiled and settled his hands in his pockets. “You write your own stuff, right?”

While they may have only spoken for a few minutes at a time every week, they both gave plenty of little tidbits about themselves. Eddie had shared his love of music early on, talked about his band more than anything else.

“Yeah, when inspiration strikes.” Eddie shrugged.

“Have you been inspired lately?” Steve asked, still standing in front of Eddie with his hands in his pockets.

Eddie thought about the notebook open in his bedroom, line after line of lyrics about Steve.

“You could say that,” he answered.

“Could I hear one?” Steve asked.

Eddie never got nervous before playing in front of a crowd, or friends, or even his Uncle Wayne. He thrived on the adrenaline of an audience watching him, sometimes singing along, sometimes just nodding their head to the beat if they didn’t know the words.

But Steve hearing a song he wrote here? In his apartment? Alone?

His stomach was already turning and his chest constricted with anxiety.

“I mean, no pressure!” Steve quickly held his hands up. “You don’t have to.”

“No, it’s fine! I just usually play with my band, ya know? It won’t really sound the same without them, but if you really want…” Eddie looked towards his amp set up in the corner of his living room.

“I’d love to.”

Eddie was pretty sure this would scare Steve away, but maybe this was the move he had to make. At least he’d know one way or another if Steve was actually interested in him.

He knew exactly what song he wanted to play. He hadn’t even taken it to the guys yet, only played it acoustically so far because he knew it wouldn’t sound right with just his vocals and electric guitar.

It still needed some work lyrically, but he was pretty proud of it.

He gestured for Steve to sit on his couch, pushing thoughts about there being stains on his coffee table from not using coasters out of his mind so he could focus on his task at hand.

He rushed to the corner of the room to switch guitars, then rushed back and sat across from him on the couch.

“So this is one I haven’t even shown the band yet. I’m not sure if we’ll even play it. It’s…special to me,” Eddie rambled. “Sometimes I prefer to just have those for myself. Like sharing it with other people doesn’t feel right because it’s thoughts catered to me by me. That doesn’t even make sense-”

“Hey,” Steve placed his hand on Eddie’s arm. “It makes sense. I’m not really a musician or artist or anything, but one of the kids I used to babysit for was. He would get really nervous about stuff that was personal. I think it’s pretty normal.”

Eddie swallowed around the lump in his throat.

He was really doing this. Okay, then.

“Okay.” Eddie nodded. “Okay. Here we go.”

Eddie could feel Steve’s eyes on him as he sang a song about barely knowing someone but wanting them, about trusting that that person would be right for him, about getting a chance to love them. It was too much, but Steve didn’t run away, not even when Eddie finally looked up as he finished singing the last line.

“That was beautiful.” Steve had tears in his eyes. “I thought you guys were a metal band.”

Eddie laughed. “We are! This one will probably have some edits and I know Gareth will give it the double bass treatment. But for now, it’s more of a slow ballad.”

Steve had inched in closer to him while he played, his knee brushing against Eddie’s where it rested. He looked down at where they touched, then back up at Steve, who was biting his lip.

“This is gonna sound…so crazy. And you can totally kick me out and never let me come here ever again! But I just-”

“It’s about you.”

Steve’s breath caught as his eyes searched Eddie’s, probably looking for any sign that he was lying.

“You wrote a song about me?” Steve’s voice was barely more than a whisper. “Why?”

“Did you hear the part about knowing that something was right without knowing much at all?” Eddie leaned in, catching the scent of whatever cologne Steve had on.

“I just didn’t wanna assume you meant me.”

Eddie cupped Steve’s cheek in his palm. “You should always assume I mean you.”

*****

Steve leaned into Eddie’s hand, hoping the heat on his cheeks wasn’t too obvious.

“You barely know me, though.”

Eddie leaned in further, resting his forehead against Steve’s and breathing out.

“I know enough to know I wanna know more.”

“How long have you been feeling like this?”

“Before I gave you my address. No one else is allowed to pick up here.”

Steve’s eyes widened momentarily at his admission. He knew he had some special privilege with picking up at Eddie’s place, but didn’t realize he was the only one who did.

“But that was…months ago?” Steve had been sitting with his own feelings for so long, he was finding it hard to grasp that Eddie might have been feeling the same this whole time.

“Yeah. Seeing you for five to ten minutes every week has kind of been the highlight of my year,” Eddie admitted. “Is it okay if I kiss you?”

Steve answered him by leaning in the last few inches to kiss him.

He ended up staying for the rest of the night, and most of the next day, and nearly any moment he wasn’t working was spent with Eddie.

Five minutes a week turned into five days a week quickly, and nothing made Steve happier than driving straight to Eddie’s apartment after a long shift. He had a key now, so that if Eddie happened to be at band practice or his own job, Steve could let himself in and relax.

Sometimes, if he was feeling particularly stressed, he’d grab one of Eddie’s edibles and hop in a hot shower.

Eddie usually made it back in time to join him, and they’d get carried away for hours.

It took months for Steve to realize Eddie never seemed to sell to anyone.

“You know it doesn’t bother me if you do. I know you’re careful,” Steve said over dinner.

“Stevie, I really only kept selling to see you.”

“Oh.” Steve looked down at his lap to hide his blush. “So do you need me to pitch in for rent or anything since I practically live here?”

“Sweetheart, I really didn’t need the money,” Eddie laughed as he reached for Steve’s hand. “I’m good. But if you wanted to move in, I wouldn’t be opposed.”

“This is crazy, you know that, right?” Steve’s heart was racing in his chest at the suggestion.

“Not really. I love you, you love me, you do practically live here, and we spent over a year pining for each other. I think it’s time, don’t you?”

When he put it like that, Steve had no choice but to agree.

[precupid]

like a fool ─── (sixteen.)

HEESEUNG DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO FEEL.

He texted you and asked you to come to his room, but he hasn’t gotten a reply yet and SZA is still blasting from your room—

Until he hears the all-too-familiar scream, crash, and sigh. Two seconds later, there’s a knock at his door.

The first thing he notices when he opens the door is that you smell nice. Like jasmine scented body wash. He won’t ever admit to it, but yes, he did look at what body wash you used in the shower because you smell so nice. And right now, that really nice scent is wafting into his room, and you look so pretty with your freshly dried hair, and you’re so—

“Heeseung? Earth to Heeseung?” you giggle, waving a hand in his face.

Right. You were here because Heeseung needed to ask you something. He opens the door and lets you step inside, your fragrance casting a spell on him.

He watches as you take a seat on his gaming chair. There’s a pitter patter in his chest as you take his headset and put it over your ears. You look back at him with a big smile, fingers positioned over his keyboard as if you were playing a game. “I’m you!”

Heeseung bites back a smile and nods, still content watching you play with the things around his desk. He doesn’t notice your eyes going wide at the pair of glasses that sit on top of his math textbook. You carefully take off the headset and replace it with the pair of glasses you found, turning back to him.

At first, Heeseung doesn’t notice your change in appearance, instead is hyperaware of himself and the way his heart is drumming in the cavity of his chest. It’s only when you take a seat in front of him that his heart goes into overdrive, the tips of his ears crimson and hot.

“Holy shit,” he mumbles, unaware that the words actually left his mouth.

“Do I look bad?” you ask, with a tilt of your head. Your eyes are so big and with your pouted lips, Heeseung can’t concentrate on what you just asked him.

He stammers, “N-no! You look really cute, actually.”

Your smile replaces the pout, which causes Heeseung’s heart melting into a pile of goo. His eyes travel your face, the way his glasses sit perfectly on top of your cheekbones and rest perfectly above the tip of your nose.

“Thanks,” you say. Over time, you’ve grown to be more comfortable with Heeseung, so you’re not as flustered around him anymore. There’s a part of him that kind of misses it, and a part of him that’s grateful you’ve become more secure with him. His eyes travel down to where you’re absentmindedly playing with your fingers. You’re not that comfortable yet. “I didn’t know you wore glasses.”

“Um, yeah. I do. My eyesight is shit,” Heeseung replies. He doesn’t wanna take his eyes off you, as if you’d remove the glasses from your face and he’d miss the way you look.

“I can tell,” you laugh. Your hand covers your mouth and Heeseung has to resist the urge to move your hand so he can see you smile. At this point, he’s almost fully forgotten why you’re here. “So, what’s up?”

Heeseung blanks. Now, he’s totally fully forgotten why he called you into his room. He was too entranced by the way you look in his glasses. He’s almost wondering what you would look like in his shirt now.

“Ah. Um. Right, let me-let me check my phone,” he scrambles, reaching for the device off his side table. With a quick swipe through his messages, he nods and looks at you again. “I wanted to ask you if you wanted to hang out with me.”

“Me? Me? Hang out with you? Heeseung Evan Lee? Bo—uhh, yes! Of course!” you stammer. Heeseung almost wonders what you were going to say before you caught yourself, but you look so gleeful answering his question. “What are we gonna do?”

“We’re going to go to Costco!” Heeseung exclaims. His eyes never leave your face, so he watches as your smile falters a bit. There’s panic setting into his system, as he tries to regain momentum. “Um, I wanted to get samples with you and I thought it would be really cute and I wanted to get to know what your taste in food is and—“

There’s a loud smacking noise that echoes in his room as you slap your hand over your mouth in shock and gasp loudly. “Yes! Yesyesyesyesyes! When are we going?”

“We can go right now, if you want!” Heeseung exclaims. His smile mirrors yours as he watches you jump up from his bed, rushing towards your bedroom. “Take your time!”

All he can do is laugh when Britney Spears begins to play from your speaker. He doesn’t realize you’re still wearing his glasses.

(fifteen.) / masterlist / (seventeen.)

summary. who cares if you’re desperate? who cares if you’re pathetic? who cares if you’re a loser? pay them haters no mind, because your roommate, lee heeseung, is gonna fall for you one day! fortunately for you, that day may be sooner than later.

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[junipers-archive]

✧ Princess *ੈ✩

Word Count: 900

Includes: SMUT, sub!reader x kinda soft!dom!lily, reader is obsessed with Lily's boobs- kinda perv!reader, dirty talk, teasing, reader has praise!kink & mommy!kink, multiple orgasms

A/N: Enjoy! First Lily smut I've done but I'm obsessed with her so let me know if you like it :]

Younger you would be freaking out right now. Because Lily Evans is straddled on your lap, talking about her day and playing with your hair.

You've had a crush on Lils since the day you met her, but now, well now you have her, and you just can't get enough. You've fallen so deeply into infatuation with the girl that your cheeks heat even thinking about her.

Okay maybe you're freaking out right now too. But its different because you're older...and the sight of her bra-less tits directly level with your face evokes a very different heat to develop.

Everytime she shifts even a little, they move, and if you brush them ever so slightly on 'accident' her nipples harden. Soon all you can think about is kissing, sucking hickies and completely having your way with them. The pretty noises she'd make.

A slight tug on your hair brings you out of your sick and perverted daze, "Y/n, baby are you even listening to me?"

It takes everything in you to refrain from burying your head in her chest out of embarrassment. "M'sorry Lils, just distracted."

You see her irritation subside at your doe-eyed appearance, realizing the unintended torture she's been putting you through for the past ten minutes. "Aw princess, you feelin' subby for mommy?"

"Well - I want - cause- and you-" you cut yourself off by tugging harshly on the very thin, very see through white tank top she's unintentionally been teasing you with.

The movement provides enough stimulation to have Lily gasp, which leads to you hiding your heated face into her chest, mouthing sloppily at the top her pretty tits poking out of her tank now.

When she makes no further movements or demands you begin fall deeper into subspace. "M-Mommy please jus' wanna make you feel good!"

When you hear her moan quietly you take it as your sign to keep going, leaving hickies on her breasts and lower neck as you make your way to her lips. With the help of her guidance and tugs on your hair of course.

But before you can give her the kiss you've been waiting for she slips off her small and in your opinion, quite burdensome tank top, leaving you breathless and flustered as ever.

She has to bite her lip to stop herself from giggling at your zoned out expression. She's about to tease you about it when you attatch yourself to her left nipple, teasing the other with your fingers.

In the end all she can get out is a few praises. "Mmm-good girl, such a good girl, making mommy feel so good-"

You don't know how long you stay like that, only slightly registering the passing time as she begins to grind down on your thighs. Her mini skirt providing very little barrier between your jeans and her clothed cunt. You here her praises and demands that you help her go faster but, again you're so focused on her beautiful tits its not until she's come twice that you look up.

And even then when you do its cause she pulls back your head, causing you to whine, ordering you to pull off your shirt and pushing you so you lay flat on your back.

She makes quick work of stripping you of your jeans and panties, teasing your clit as soon as they're off, which makes all sort of profanities emit from your small mouth.

"You're so wet f'me princess, how long were you perving on mommy's tits? So dirty, my pretty girl."

Her words almost make you cum right there and then, barely touched and pathetic as ever. "I-I wasn't p-perving mommy, jus' needed you and mmph-"

Your pathetic excuse for in fact perving on your girlfriend is lost as she plunges two thick fingers into your pussy. "No? So if you weren't staring a mommy's tits, then you were listening right? What did mommy say?"

Your mind is so fuzzy you barley register she's asked you a question, until she pinches your clit to get your attention back. "I-I-you were talkin about mmmph-"

She's edging you with no mercy curling her fingers perfectly to hit your sweet spot and switching between playing with your clit with her other fan and sucking on it with her pretty lips. "What was that baby? About what?"

You throw your head back, arching your back as you get closer to your orgasm, moaning as she circles your little bud with her tongue. Your hands immediately grab on to her red locks, fighting between pushing her closer and pulling her away.

"About-ah-the t-test in Slughorns class- ah fuck! Needa cum, mommy,mommy-please let me cum! Please, please, please-"

Your begging is so cute, Lily is easily convinced to let you, bringing your to your end with her soft and dirty words. "Go ahead princess, cum on mommy's face, make a mess on my fingers, be a good girl, you can do it."

Your orgasm tumbles over you like a wave of pure pleasure, white and hot, with you screaming out her name and arching your back off the bed. You're still recovering as Lily sits you to straddle on her lap.

When you blearily open your eyes you're still facing her tits, due to your height difference. But this time you see a white iridescent and sticky substance smeared on them, and with a sudden realization you know exactly what she's done.

With a smirk on her face she orders you once again, not missing a beat:

"Go ahead baby, lick your cum off mommy's tits."

[emphasisonthehomo]

Can you do a Buck POV of Tommy telling him that Ryan thought he was straight please?

From this.

NSFW!

•

Buck loves Tommy like this. Post orgasm relaxed. Shirtless and flopped against the couch. Head tipped back and eyes closed. Almost his entire upper body is still flushed, a sheen of sweat clinging to his skin. His nipples are hard, his breathing not quite settled.

Buck’s breathing hasn’t settled either, and his legs feel almost jelly-like as he stands. If Buck had his way they’d sit and cuddle for a little longer before doing anything, but Buck isn’t having his way about that because-

Well.

Tommy’s face and throat are covered in come.

Some of it’s smeared, a mess across Tommy’s cheeks and chin, from where Buck couldn’t help it and licked the taste of himself out of Tommy’s mouth.

“Hurry up, baby,” Tommy says, quirking an eyebrow up but keeping his eyes closed.

Tommy’s voice is rough from how he’d taken Buck’s cock into his throat earlier. Buck shivers.

“Yes, Sir,” Buck says, just because he knows it’ll make Tommy laugh.

It does, and the sound follows Buck as he hurries to the bathroom to get a warm washcloth. When he makes it back to the living room, Tommy’s relaxed even further into the couch. He tips his face in Buck’s direction once he hears Buck get close.

“How was your day?” Tommy murmurs, reaching out blindly to grab Evan’s naked hip, “We got distracted before I could ask.”

Distracted is an understatement. There had been maybe 30 seconds between Tommy opening the front door, and the two of them fumbling at each other’s clothes and tumbling onto the couch to suck each other off.

“Good,” Buck says, gently wiping at the come on Tommy’s eyelids first, “Went for a run, did some vacuuming, all that boring stuff.”

Tommy hates vacuuming and Buck hates the dishes. It’s a fair trade. Buck carefully slides the washcloth lower to clean up the mess on Tommy’s jaw, and Tommy’s eyes blink open.

“Mmm, thanks,” Tommy says, groping along Buck’s skin before resting his hand on top of Buck’s ass.

“What about you?” Buck asks, remembering to be curious, “You ever figure out what was up with Ryan?”

Buck’s not expecting how hard Tommy starts laughing. His entire face crinkles up as he giggles helplessly.

“I did,” Tommy says after a huge inhale, shaking his head, “God babe, you’re not gonna believe it.”

“What happened?” Buck asks, bewildered before he grabs at Tommy’s chin, “Stop cackling, I’m trying to clean you off.”

“Sorry,” Tommy snickers, going still again, “Anyways uh. Ryan thought I was straight.”

Buck freezes.

“What?” Buck demands, washcloth still mashed wetly against Tommy’s face, “How?”

“I don’t know,” Tommy says, looking up at him, “I have no idea. I thought he knew, but apparently he didn’t.”

“I’m confused?” Buck says, wiping across Tommy’s mouth, “He was mad that you’re gay?”

“Not quite,” Tommy says, voice muffled until Evan pulls the washcloth away, “From what I’ve been able to figure out, he thought I was straight and then you decided to stick your tongue in my mouth. Then he thought it might be a weird prank or something.”

“Helluva prank,” Buck frowns, “Also I’m pretty sure I only stuck my tongue in your mouth for like. A second.”

“I’m instituting a ‘no tongue while on shift’ rule,” Tommy rolls his eyes and adjusts his hand on Buck’s ass to start tugging him down, “That’s good until we shower, I’m getting cold.”

Dropping the washcloth unceremoniously onto the floor, Evan goes where Tommy wants him. Namely pressed close, nude and a little sticky. Buck reaches out to grab one of the blankets and throws it over them, and settles in for the cuddles he didn’t get earlier.

“Anyway,” Tommy continues with a happy sigh, sliding his hand slowly up and down Buck’s spine, “Somehow he missed that you’re a guy, and then was upset I didn’t tell him.”

“Sounds like a him problem,” Buck says, because he can’t imagine being upset upon finding out a coworker isn’t straight, “I thought pilots were supposed to be observant.”

“He’s a smart kid,” Tommy says, voice a little defensive, “I just assumed he knew because everyone else knows. But I’m also. You know… I’m not exactly flagging at work.”

“You should,” Buck says, “That’d be a good prank. Show up with a grey hankie in your left back pocket, see who says something.”  

“Absolutely not,” Tommy says, affronted, “I don’t want to know who knows what that means.”

[firewasabeast]

I Like the Taste of Vanilla

Little warning (and spoiler): there's a lot of pee talk here, but pee only ever hits the toilet, so no kink actually occurs. read below or on ao3

Day 3: I'm Scared

As soon as his shift ended, Tommy checked his phone to see that he had one text from Evan.

Been missing you all day. Need you.

Tommy knew what that meant. He grinned, his pants already becoming a bit tighter.

Buck greeted him at the door. All smiles and dark, lust filled eyes.

As soon as Tommy shut the door, Buck was pressing him up against it. “Hi,” he whispered, leaning in and nibbling at Tommy's bottom lip.

“Mmm,” Tommy moaned. “Hi, Baby.”

Buck's hands slipped underneath the hem of Tommy's shirt, fingers scratching at his sides. “Missed you.”

Tommy smirked. “Really? Couldn't tell.” He pulled Buck in for another kiss, licking his way into Buck's mouth. Without letting go of one another, Tommy led Buck toward the bedroom. Buck, managing to nearly trip only once, only broke the kiss as they reached the bedroom door.

“Wait,” he said, hand to Tommy's chest. “Just... Just wait.”

He cracked the bedroom door open, enough to grab something off the dresser, and turned back to Tommy with a blindfold.

“Put this on.”

Tommy raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

Buck rolled his eyes playfully. “Here, I'll do it.”

As he put the blindfold on, Tommy could sense a slightly nervous energy from Buck. Breaths coming out a bit heavy, he let out a giggle as he finished tying it up.

He took Tommy's hands in his, shaky and sweaty. It was a little odd for Buck, who never seemed to be nervous when it came to sex, but Tommy figured he must've been having a little fun with himself before he got home.

Buck led Tommy into the bedroom, instructing him to sit once he reached the bed.

Which made an odd crinkling sound as he sat down.

“Uh, Evan-”

“Just... Just wait.” Buck let his hands go, placing them over his thighs. “Okay.” Tommy could hear Buck shuffling around, his head following the sounds. “Let me just-” he heard a zipper being undone, then the sound of pants falling to the floor. “Almost ready, I just need...” his voice trailed off and Tommy wondered what the hell was going on.

“If this is a strip tease I think I'm supposed to watch it,” he joked.

Buck just laughed nervously. “No. No, it's not. It's- hold on. Ugh!”

Tommy moved his hands from his thighs to rest on the bed, causing Buck to quickly yell, “No! Wait, don't!”

It was too late though. Tommy's felt the plastic beneath his fingers, his face scrunching in confusion. “Baby, what are you-”

“I told you to just hang on a second,” Buck huffed. “I'm trying, I just can't get it to work.” He groaned, and Tommy could safely say he was nowhere near being turned on anymore. “You know what, forget it!” Buck exclaimed. “Forget it!”

“Okay, I'm scared, Evan, and I'm taking this off.” Tommy pulled off the blindfold just in time to see Evan rushing into the bathroom and peeing. “What are you- Were you gonna pee on me?!” he exclaimed as the realization hit him.

“I can't do it!” Buck yelled back. “I just can't! I'm sorry.”

“Why would you be sorry for not peeing on me?!”

Buck sighed as he finished peeing. He flushed the toilet and washed his hands, then headed back into the bedroom. “Because you told me you wanted my pee on you,” he answered, grabbing his boxer briefs off the floor and slipping them back on.

Tommy stood, shaking his head. “I absolutely did not tell you that. Never, ever would I have told you that.”

“You absolutely did! The other morning you came into the bathroom while I was peeing and you started brushing your teeth and you looked over at me and wiggled your eyebrows and said you'd love to have that in your mouth.”

“I was talking about your dick! Why would I- Wait, you were gonna pee in my mouth?! Evan!”

“No kink shaming!” Buck scolded.

“I think in the privacy of our own home I can kink shame a little bit.” Tommy paused to take a deep breath, calming himself. “Babe, why wouldn't you come to me about this first and verify that's what I wanted before trying to piss in my mouth like I'm a urinal?”

“Because I was pretty sure the whole “I'd love to have that in my mouth” was verification.”

Remembering the odd sound from when he sat down, Tommy glanced back at the bed. “Did you put a plastic drop cloth over our bed so you could pee on me, Evan?”

“I wanted to be clean!”

“You didn't even have me take my clothes off.”

“I was nervous!” Buck whined. “I forgot.”

“I think... I think I'm gonna go make some dinner, and we're not going to discuss this until like five years from now, when it'll be funny.”

“Wait.” Buck reached out and grabbed onto Tommy's hand before he could get too far. “Are you mad at me?” he asked with a pout.

Tommy sighed, pulling Buck in for a chaste kiss. “Not mad,” he assured him, “because, thankfully, my mouth does not taste like the asparagus you ate last night.”

“Hey!” Buck yelled as Tommy made his way to the kitchen. “It hasn't been five years yet!”

“You almost pissed on me, Evan!” Tommy yelled back. “Five years starts at midnight.”

[ch0k3herwithaseaview]

@jegulus-microfic | april 16 embarrass | words: 1,3k

this one is a lighter version of what happened to me during easter lol enjoy;3

tw: blood, hospital, stitches, needles, accident

part two

Regulus went out with Barty and Evan—nothing new.

They drank—also nothing new.

The fact that Regulus had forgotten how to ride a bike, however, was new.

Everyone always says you can’t forget how to ride a bike, and maybe it’s true, but when you do it for the first time in almost two years while drunk, it turns out to be quite hard.

The first few minutes were okay; he was a bit wobbly, but he managed to ride on his own. The problem started as they passed the old shrine. It was placed on a sharp turn, and Regulus, instead of turning left as he should, started turning right. He could see the bike hitting the curb and the pavement getting closer and closer with every passing second. Alright, he thought, I’m going to hit it. He didn’t even try to pull out his hands to cushion the fall; he just flew like a log on his face.

Regulus lay there for a few seconds, hearing his friends laughing behind him, and then started laughing himself. He stood up, dusted off his trousers, and touched his chin. There was a hole in it; Regulus could feel it.

“Hey, does it look bad?” He turned to face his friends, and that’s when he felt a thick liquid rolling down his neck.

“Reg, that looks fucking awful; we’re going to the hospital,” Evan said firmly, taking Regulus’ hand and leading him to sit a bit further from the road.

“Show me,” he said, laughing lightly, because what else has he left?

Barty snorted, taking his phone out and, a second later, blinding Regulus with its flash. When he saw the photo, he just started laughing harder.

“Oh fuck, I look so bad; we should call Pandora,” he choked out, trying to keep the wound closed (he didn’t manage it).

A few minutes later, Panda’s old peugeot stopped next to them. The girl grabbed his face and started cleaning it with wet wipes, mumbling how irresponsible Regulus is.

“Hold it,” she commended sternly. “You had one job, one, and still failed at it,” Pandora turned to address all three giggling boys. “Take his bike; I’ll text when we’re at the hospital.”

***

“Regulus, I swear to god, if you don’t shut up, I will—oh, thank fuck, take him away from me, please,” Pandora said to someone behind him. As Regulus turned around, he felt cured right then and there, because in front of him stood the most beautiful man he’s ever seen, with his messy curls, golden skin, and that stunning smile.

The man chuckled, and that’s when Regulus realised his jaw had gone slack.

“Are you Regulus?” the man asked.

“Are you God?” Reg replied before he could stop himself. Mr. Beautiful started straight out laughing at that.

“Well, I’m your doctor, so kinda? I guess?” The doctor answered, inviting Regulus to the treatment room. “What happened?”

Regulus considered all of his options: tell the truth and sound like an alcoholic who gets himself into accidents, or come up with some lie.

Because he didn’t feel like he could come up with a good one, Regulus chose the first option.

“Oh, I’m going to embarrass myself as fuck,” he giggled, while the doctor, whose name he couldn’t quite read from the name tag on his scrubs, started cleaning the wound. “Wait, can you—can you stop moving for a second?” The doctor did what he was asked to do. Regulus reached for the little piece of plastic attached to the pocket on the doctor's chest and finally got what he wanted. Letting go of the man’s clothing, Regulus continued, “So, James, did your parents teach you how to ride a bike?”

The doctor, James, snorted, “Yes, Regulus, they taught me how to ride a bike; why?”

“Well, I thought mine did too, but today I realised they did a shitty job at it.” James erupted into laughter, taking a step back from Regulus. “What? I mean it! Look, if they taught me better, I probably wouldn’t be here!”

“That, or if you drank a little less,” the taller man huffed, coming back closer to Regulus. He knew the doctor was right, but he still felt the need to roll his eyes.

After a few minutes, James told him it looked really bad and they would need to stitch him up.

“If you're afraid I'll disfigure your face for the rest of your life, I can call someone else,” Regulus heard, and he responded with a dismissive hand gesture.

“Stitch away; I don’t mind. Besides, scares are kinda badass,” another round of chuckles.

“Alright, just don’t make me laugh while I do it, or you really will look bad when I’m done.”

Regulus could hear some metal things clicking against each other and could feel the fear creeping up his neck. He started scraping the nail polish off his nails, waiting for the worst. James must’ve noticed somehow, because he asked if Regulus felt alright.

One moment Regulus was staring at the overhead lamp, and the next there was a blue cloth covering his face.

“What the fuck?” he grumbled, grabbing at it. “Take it off; I can’t see shit.”

He could hear James sighing, and then his face came back into view. Regulus couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

“If you weren’t so funny, I would put them all on you,” the other man muttered, throwing away the blue thing. “Okay, since you’re under the influence, I can’t administer local anaesthesia, but you have enough piercings to know the feeling.”

“Yeah, and I certainly do not do them for the feeling,” he mumbled, putting his hands underneath his buttocks.

James grabbed a needle with medical thread already pulled through it. He lowered himself closer to Regulus’ face and looked up into his eyes.

“Ready?”

“I will never be, so just go. Please,” was all Regulus could choke out while looking into those deep hazel eyes that crinkled at the response, probably from the smile hidden under the mask.

James looked back down at Reg’s chin and placed the needle in the wound area. As it went in and out, creating the first stitch, Regulus could feel a tear rolling down his temple.

“You okay?” James asked, looking into his eyes again. This time, only a whimper came out of Regulus. “Don’t worry, just one more,” the doctor said in a soothing tone, his eyes softening.

The second time was the same yet worse—Regulus wanted to run as he felt the needle just near his face.

After that, James cleaned him up again and gave him instructions on how to treat the wound.

“See you in two weeks; I’ll take them off,” he said, handing the discharge from the hospital to Regulus.

I’m drunk, Reg thought to himself. If it goes south, I can blame it on the vodka.

“Why not in two days?” he said out loud.

James looked at him, puzzled. “Excuse me?”

Regulus cleared his throat. “Why wait two weeks when we can see each other sooner?”

“I can’t take the stitches sooner then—"

“Not to take off the stitches, doctor,” he said, smirking slightly.

James eyes went wide. For a moment that felt like hours, they sat in silence, just looking at each other, waiting.

When the silence stretched out a bit more, Regulus decided to abort the mission.

“You know what? I’m drunk; I should just—"

“Does Tuesday at 8:00 sound good?” James said at the same time. It took Regulus a few seconds to register what he just heard, but when it finally got to him, he positively beamed at James.

“Yeah,” he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Yes, that sounds lovely.”

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

It was ironic how Remus and Lily were talking about broken hearts in that precise moment. They were commenting about a book. God knows what book, Remus didn't remember. He just remembered he was at peace. It was nice to be with Lily.

Their afternoon had flew by with homework and chats. Just when Remus was going to say goodbye, he remembered he had some book to borrow Lily. It was their thing. Their dynamic.

So he made her come up.

"Are you sure I should be here?"

It was adorable even how pale Lily looked. She took it outrageous to be inside the boys dorms. It was probably the first time she was breaking that rule.

"Plenty of girls are around all the time"

Lily gasped "I am a prefect! I should control that kind of stuff"

Damn. Remus didn't want others to blame him for ending the fun because Lily Evans did something like tell the teachers.

"It's alright, Lily" Remus almost laughed "Are you here to do something indecent with me?"

Lily went scarlett red. Remus giggled. She hit his arm.

"Remus, how dare you!" she snapped "We are friends, aren't we?"

Remus smiled "Exactly" he pointed out "Boys and girls can be friends, therefore it is not bad to come up to your friend's room, right?"

That made Lily shut up.

"True" she sighed "Although not every girl is here with the same innocent intention" and she raised her nose up defiantly.

Remus let her be. It was Lily's nature to be fan of the rules.

They reached to the top floor where his dorm was, and the second they walked through the hall, Remus heard some music. Even if Lily tutted under her breath, it was normal to hear music around.

"Want to wait outside, Lils, or is it scandalous to hang out with me for a while?" Remus scoffed as they reached to their door.

Lily pursed her lips.

"Your dumb friends?"

Remus shrugged. He had no idea where they were.

"Probably doing something stupid elsewhere"

Lily gestured to the door "The music comes from inside"

Remus frowned. It was true.

The Marauders weren't particularly music fanatics. They listened to whatever was on the radio. Until Remus came to fix that and became the official dj of the group indulging them with sweet classics from other times.

The music Remus heard at the moment was the definition of bad taste. It was pop girly music that spoke about filthy stuff and made Remus want to rip his ears off.

What was odd was something Lily verbalized.

"Is that a girl's giggle?"

"Probably Peter's girlfriend" he convinced himself.

Susan hated their dorm, though. She had often told them how awful the smell was and how she couldn't bare it. Peter spent time at her room instead. Plus, that silly giggle wasn't Susan's.

"Maybe we should come back another time" Remus said, backing up.

If Lily found one of his mates wanking to some giggling porn girl, she was going to have a flip.

But the red-haired girl was stubborn.

"Oh I want to catch your stupid friends red-handed"

To be fair, Remus tried to stop her but she was too fast. And for a second, Remus begged that the door was locked. It wasn't.

Remus took a deep breath in a matter of seconds.

What they found inside wasn't one of them wanking (thank god) but something worse. So so much worse. What Remus saw first was James sitting on the desk chair by the window, a blond girl on his lap, attacking his face like a feral animal.

What hurt him most was the scene on the other side of the room. Sirius kissing a brunette passionately. They were on his bed. Remus's bed. Not lying just sitting and fully clothed but ON HIS BED.

Remus's chest physically ached and he stopped breathing for a second. It hurt. It hurt so much to watch Sirius snogging other girls. Even as many as he snogged, Remus pretended to be deaf to the rumors and blind to the girls waving at him or pinning for him.

Jesus Christ! It had happened the same with Alecto last month. Remus felt like he wanted to puke.

I cannot fancy him this much. My childhood crush must be over. he told himself.

Good luck tryin' teh convince yerself of that, sweetheat. Grant answered as his conscious. It had been that way since he came to this school. Don' yer heart wan's to jump out of yer chest everytime he is around? Doesn' his smile make you scream like a girl inside? You worship the floor he steps in.

He's kissing her not me.

This lasted in a matter of seconds. In the meantime, Lily screamed in surprise. Covered her face, then uncovered ashamed to have covered it in the first place.

James pushed the girl on his lap to the floor, making her yell like a pig. Sirius and the brunette stopped kissing to look at Remus.

Looking into those gray guilty eyes made Remus want to cry. He had a knot on his throat. God, he was so beautiful with his lips swollen.

"It's not what you think, Evans!" James jumped towards Lily, pushing his glasses up. He seemed so embarrassed "I can explain"

Sirius, on the other hand, looked as chill as a Sunday afternoon. He just looked at Remus without expression. Remus didn't know if he wished he could read Sirius's mind.

"Save your excuses, Potter!" Lily raised her hand "I just saw you snogging..." she had a glance to the girl on the floor "Rebecca Johnson inside your dorm in a very indecent way"

That girl Rebecca, Remus had seen at class. He didn't even know her and name until now. She and her friend used to be nothing and no one to Remus.

"What do you care, honey?" Rebecca snapped as she raised to her feet quite indignated "You're not Jamie's girlfriend, are you?"

James flinched. Remus knew he hated when people called him Jamie.

Lily scoffed angrily "As if I were something of this... beast"

"Wait a second, Evans"

"You don't have decency, eh Potter? I am a prefect and it is not allowed to bring... pets..." she added looking at Rebecca and she gasped "or girls into the dorms"

"If it is not allowed, Evans. Then what are you doing here with Moony?"

Remus had tried to focus on James and Lily's quarrel not to look into Sirius's penetrating eyes anymore. So he was surprised to hear him speak.

He was barking like am angry dog. James's lapdog.

Lily pursed her lips and crossed her arms.

"Like I said I am a prefect, Black" she said "And prefects can be where ever they want supervising. PLUS! I don't have to give you explanations"

"Prefects are included in the rules, Evans" James chanted. Lily rolled her eyes.

"You are not ratting us out, right Lily?"

It was Sirius's girl that spoke. Ouch, no. Bad mistake to call her that.

She was beautiful, Remus noticed. Chocolate skin like James's. Long dark hair, same dark eyes and shy freckles on her nose. She was naturally pretty not like Rebecca with all her makeup and pink clothes.

"Of course not, Valerie" James smirked nervously "Evans is cool, right?"

Valerie. Even her name was pretty.

Lily twisted her mouth. She seemed annoyed.

"Plus," Sirius added putting an arm around Valerie, which made Remus's knot stronger "Bet that Evans gets into Gardener's dorm just the same"

Sirius laughed but he didn't notice how Lily blushed and James looked hurt. Lily had gone to several dates with Luke Gardener. But everytime Remus asked, Lily didn't say much about him. "He's nice". That was all. Remus knew well Lily was forcing herself to like him. She wanted that epic romance from fairytales. A prince charming. Luke wasn't that.

James could be her prince. Although he acted like a beast sometimes with her. He needed to show his true colors.

"Shut up, Sirius!" Remus spoke for the first time. He sounded pissed. Everyone was surprised. "Not everyone is like you" Sirius was the most surprised. No, he was pissed "And get out of my bed!"

Valerie jumped out of bed in an instance, ashamed. Remus didn't want to feel sorry for her.

"Maybe we should go, Becky"

"What, just because Penny Prefect Evans arrived?" Rebecca whined, as she squeezed James's arm.

"Stupid wh..."

Lily would have said something awful if Remus didn't stop her.

"Yeah! Maybe Penny Prefect Evans will forgive you if you leave now" she added.

Nobody moved.

"NOW!"

Even Remus jumped in surprise. The two whores (girls, girls) grabbed each other's hands as they left. Valerie smiled at Sirius hopefully. The latter didn't respond. He was looking at Remus still. Rebecca was expecting for James to say something or begged her to stay. James was only looking at Lily with love.

The second the door was closed behind them, there was an unbearable silence between the four of them.

Sirius was still looking at Remus. Remus glared at him as well. They were having a mental fight or something. Remus didn't know.

Yeh luv him darlin'. yeh want to run into his arms and show'im you can kiss him better. Leave'im speechless and breathless.

Fuck Sirius for being so beautiful.

Of course, James broke the silence.

"How funny, isn't it?" James snorted "We invited the girls for homework and..."

"Homework, ha!" Lily snapped.

"It's true! And then something got stuck on my throat, and Rebecca..."

"Was trying to take it out with her tongue?" Lily spat "How generous of her!"

James grinned "What is it, Evans? Are you jealous or something?"

Lily scoffed. She laughed. She blushed. Then she scoffed a couple of times more.

"As if, Potter. As if! I couldn't care less" she said "Not that it is any of your business but things are going great with Luke. Amazing, I might say"

"Brilliant!" James clenched his teeth "Why don't you go snog your precious boyfriend, then?"

"Luke is not my boyfriend" Lily said under her breath.

"What?"

"I said maybe I will!" Lily snapped "Because if you go around snogging multiple girls like a freaking arsehole, then maybe I will do the same!"

"I don't snog multiple girls, just Becky"

"Becky!!" Lily mocked.

"You want to snog multiple boys?"

"What if I do?"

"Sounds great!" James smirked "Want to start with me? I'm glad to do the honors"

Lily scoffed "You are... God!"

"What, Evans?"

"I would tell you but I will have to wash my mouth after telling you what you are! So I won't tell you because I don't want to get my mouth dirty with what you are"

"Want to get your mouth dirty, eh?" James teased.

Lily gasped "YOU STUP..."

"SHUT UP!!" Remus yelled "FUCKING HELL SHUT UP!"

Remus's head started hurting at the middle of the quarrel. He was angry. He was irritated. At least James showed his feelings for Lily. It wasn't the best way, obviously. But at least it was a bit evident he was dying to get her attention.

Not Sirius.

Besides his intense and confused gaze on Remus, the rest was indifference. He was calmed because he didn't owe Remus anything. They were just friends.

Remus needed him like air. He loved him more than anyone in the world. But he was just a friend for him.

"No offense, Lils" Remus added "But can you leave? I have a terrible headache"

Lily seemed taken aback.

"Alright, Remus" she smiled sadly.

Remus felt guilty.

"I'm sorry. I will give you the book tomorrow" he smiled as well.

Lily smiled wider. Then when her eyes set on James it disappeared. She fumed him with her eyes for a second.

Then turned on her heels and flet as fast as she could.

James wanted to run after her.

"Prongs!" Sirius warned.

James hesitated.

"I..." he looked at the door "Just a second, Pads!"

James ran after her anyway, screaming "Evans, wait!". Sirius let out a groan. Remus hated him. Or at least wanted to hate him.

Remus walked towards him. He crossed his arms.

"Get out of my bed, please"

"Moony..."

"OUT!"

Sirius sighed and got up. Remus moved the pillows and fixed the cover and sheets. He wanted to burn everything. But it was school property.

"Don't be angry" Sirius said "Promise we didn't do anything more than snog"

"You could have done it on your own bed"

Remus sat down angrily and he hated that the bed felt warm under him. He picked the book on his night stand. He wanted to smoke, He picked the pack from his pocket.

"Prongs was using that side with Becca"

Remus didn't answer. He lit his cigarette.

"I was just helping him get over Evans" Sirius carried on, taking the seat next to Remus's bed "Val said Rebecca had fancied him for ages"

"Who were you trying to get over then?" Remus asked under his breath.

Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry.

Yeh want him to say you, innit?

"What?" Sirius asked instead. He swallowed.

"Prongs was trying to forget about Lily by kissing Rebecca" Remus explained "Then why were you snogging Valerie?"

Sirius was caught up by the question. He shurgged.

"Just happened" he said "She's Rebecca's best friend"

Remus nodded "Best friends with best friends"

Sirius looked at him unsure.

"I can sense that you're angry"

Remus was smelling Valerie's perfume and he wanted to really puke this time. He got out of bed as fast as he could.

"Next time you snog someone don't do it on my bed"

Sirius pouted "Sorry"

Remus walked to the loo. Cigarette still in hand.

James would probably kill him later because of the smell inside the loo. But Remus couldn't be there anymore.

"Hey, can I have one?" Sirius asked, gesturing at the fag on Remus's fingers.

"No" Remus answered before closing the door.

He leaned his forehead on the door and closed his eyes. He felt his eyes burning with tears. Knot on throat so strong it was painful to swallow. He was so pathetic.

Remus was bonkers to still believe something could happen between him and Sirius.

He was also bonkers to imagine Grant standing next to him.

"Please don't mock me"

"I'd never do that, luv"

"Help me forget about him"

He imagined Grant smiling next to him. If James was trying with Lily. Maybe Remus should try as well.

"You'll be alrigh, sweetheart" Grant said as he rubbed his back "You'll be alrigh"

[exhaustedpirate]

trouble magnet

day 3 of @bucktommyfluffebruary !! i do not know why tommy is there. physics? don't know her! this is silly, the shortest one-shot i wrote but i live for the vibes and cuteness, so enjoy!

rated T | 633 words also on AO3

Maybe it was karma. 

For what? Not sure, but it feels karmic.

Eddie and Chim are laughing and Buck’s gonna die of embarrassment. 

“What the hell’s going on?”

Oh, god. Just when it couldn’t get worse.

“N-Nothing, Tommy,” Buck quickly said, trying to cover up the fact that he almost bit his tongue. “Everything is fine.”

“Evan,” Oh, no, not that tone. “You are hanging upside down from the ladder, I think something is very much not fine.”

Thankfully, his blush is covered up by the fact that his blood is pooled on his head. He closes his eyes when Eddie stops laughing enough to actually speak.

“He-He tried to save that lady’s cat from that balcony ‘cause the stairs are blocked,” There’s a pause where his (no longer) best friend giggles and he’s sure Tommy is looking at the fire engine-level balcony missing a cat. “So he gets up there and starts calling the cat,” Chimney snorts and Buck groans. “The cat is not coming and Buck tries to reach him, oh god, tries to reach- I can’t.” Eddie puts his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath.

“The cat scratches him,” Chim blurts out with a giggle and Buck is considering convincing his sister to divorce him. “Buck still tried to get him but he lost balance, the cat jumped over him into his owner’s arms and this happened.” 

This being Buck tangled in the hose that he had used on the upper levels. He was thankful for his helmet or he would have hit the side of the truck hard. There were definitely already a few hundred pictures of him circulating around social media. 

Tommy sighs and even upside down, he can see the worried frown on his forehead. “Get him down, guys,” He commands the other two giggling traitors. “He could get hurt.”

“Fine, fine,” Chim surrenders as he tries to catch his breath. “Come on, Diaz.”

Buck puts on his most innocent smile as Tommy approaches. “Hi.” He says softly at his fiance’s raised eyebrow.

Tommy huffs exasperated but, even with blood rushing through his ears, he can hear and see and feel the fondness, the love. He looks around casually as Eddie and Chim organise themselves on top of the engine before he smirks.

“You have a knack for getting into trouble.” 

Buck frowns for a second, something in his tone telling him that it’s not just a commentary on his trouble magnet nature. Christopher’s constant singing of the Spider-Man theme song lights up a metaphorical light bulb in his head. Buck grins.

“You have a knack for saving my life.”

Tommy chuckles, holding the back of his head to support him, and Buck relishes that warm feeling that always fills him at the look in the other man’s eyes. Tommy approaches him and they kiss over their smiles, short and sweet, Buck licking his lips when it’s over which earns him another smacking kiss. 

He feels something pull at his legs and winks at Tommy. Eddie and Chim pull him up slowly until he’s looking up at the sky instead of upside down at the world, his back on the ladder. 

“All good, Buckaroo?” Chim asks him with a teasing smirk while Eddie taps his side.

With a completely unbidden giddy smile, Buck can’t help but burst out. “I can’t believe I actually just got a Spider-Man kiss.” 

Tommy laughs with the other two at his comment from where he still stands on the side of the engine. “This was not a reward, Evan.” The tone doesn’t quite work when Tommy is charmed by him.

“I still feel rewarded, Thomas.” 

What he doesn’t say, as his friends check him out for injuries, is that every one of his kisses is a reward in itself. 

[izels-writing]

r. lupin — flirting

Pairing: remus lupin x fem!reader

Summary: in which y/n flirts every chance she gets and remus can’t help but secretly love it

Warnings: suggestive language (it’s a fluff fic tho!), pregnancy (?, just toward the end)

was y/n good at flirting? yes and no. she was horrible at flirting with other people, absolutely horrible. but there was one person that she were somehow amazing at flirting with.

remus lupin.

she wasn't sure why. she figured it was the shyness or the fact that he only really spoke to lily evans or his best friends james potter, sirius black, and peter pettigrew. other people he tended to cut conversations short or he pretended to have to go. he never seemed to fancy being around other people.

that's what made her so interested in him. how couldn't she be?

"come on, y/n! we'll be late!" y/f/n called out, pulling y/n out of the common room and rushing down the corridor. y/n huffed and followed quickly behind her rushed friend.

finally arriving in potions, y/f/n took their seat next to their boyfriend/girlfriend/partner, leaving her to wander over to your usual seat. one she had next to a certain nerdy, quiet yet witty boy. most of the time in potions, she could hear him mutter some smart comment under his breath, making her giggle and earn herself a detention. though he usually muttered a quiet apology and focused on the potion instead of trying to get her out of the detention, she never took offense and shrugged it off. always.

the bell rang, and like clockwork, four boys burst inside. one had black, unruly hair and rectangular glasses. another was handsome with black, long hair and stormy grey eyes. the shortest one was giggling, fixing his uniform on his stubby body. the last, y/n's personal favorite, was a tall and lanky boy who had more scars than bare skin and slightly toned arms.

there were many things no one noticed about remus, things that y/n did. he always wore baggy clothes, but when he brought his sleeves up he had toned and slight muscle to his arms, or how when he stretch his shirt would ride up just enough for her to see the muscle that had likely built up over the years.

"take a seat boys, class is just about the begin..." slughorn sighed, like he did almost every day.

"no problem sluggy." james potter, the quidditch jock of the group, grinned, making his way to sit next to lily evans, his (to her misfortune as she proclaimed falsely) potions partner.

"say, did you do something to your hair today?" sirius asked in fake curiosity, earning a stern nod over to his seat from slughorn. both he and peter walked over to their seats, along with remus, who quickly sat next to y/n.

"hey handsome." y/n winked, smiling teasingly at him. remus gave a small smile back, used to this kind of behavior from her.

"hi y/n." he replied quietly, getting out some of the essentials for today's lesson, which had been written by slughorn on the blackboard.

"today, my bright students, we'll be brewing the draught of peace. a potion you should all be familiar with. it'll take up most of the class time, and afterward, i want you to test them on each other. but only a small dosage, as too much and brewed wrongly can result in a very long and irreversible sleep. the recipe for this commonly used potion is on page 342 of your textbooks. you may begin."

y/n took quick notice to how slughorn sat down at his desk and lied his head down. while she wasn't always observant, it was a little clear that their professor was recovering from a strong hangover.

"don't you just love it when our teacher tasks us with O.W.L potions because he can't handle his liquor." y/n mumbled, turning your page to the one slughorn had mentioned.

"oh definitely...it's right next to when james and sirius drink on a school night." remus replied sarcastically.

she chuckled, "sounds fun."

"very. especially when i wake up to one of them vomiting in the bathroom." remus grinned, walking off to retrieve some ingredients.

y/n watched him grab the things, fighting the urge to think of any flirtatious comments. instead, she placed her cauldron on the table and started reading the instructions.

when he finally returned, they both started on the potion.

"okay, now add the powdered unicorn horn. the right amount, y/n, i would rather not be put in a irreversible sleep because of your antics." remus remarked, watching y/n carefully as she measured out the ingredient.

"gee, you sure have a way with words for such a big..." she glanced down flirtatiously, "mouth. don't worry remus, i can handle such a large task. though i'm sure that's not the only large thing i can handle-"

"y/n!" remus gasped quietly.

y/n acted nonchalant and added the horn, looking over for the next ingredient. stir until red.

"alright now stir." y/n said, nodding at the cauldron. remus nodded and started stiring, making her smirk and watch him. he fought his blush hard under her gaze, but he couldn't help it.

y/n felt giddy every time she could make him blush. it felt accomplishing for some reason.

"am i making you nervous, mr. prefect?" she asked, leaning against the desk with a smirk.

"no, just not used to being stared at creepily." remus retorted, stiring still.

"oh i highly doubt that, such a handsome face and an even better smile, i doubt you don't get stared at." y/n replied. remus rolled his eyes, making her frown momentarily, but nonetheless she regained her confidence as soon as his lip twitched upward.

—

after the two them finished their potion and tested it, and helped mediate a argument between lily and james, class quickly came to an end. the bell rang and slughorn shot up, bringing all of the attention to himself.

"good work today! for homework i want you all to write a small essay on the draught of peace potion and its history, which will be due on friday. have a wonderful night and i'll see you all tomorrow." slughorn said, walking out quickly.

y/n groaned and started shoving her things back into her bag. she wasn't very good at researching, mainly because she always seemed to get distracted on anything else. and there was also the fact that she hated essays in general.

remus looked over at the girl, wondering why exactly she had been groaning. under her breath, he could hear her mumbling about being rubbish at research and essays. he contemplated his next decision for a moment. should he ask her to study? though he didn't admit to it, he quite enjoyed the girls company at times. but did he really want to deal with your obvious flirting for minutes or maybe even hours?

his mind immediately answered yes, even if every time she flirted he struggled to refrain from kissing her right then and there to shut her up. lovingly of course.

"hey, do you want to study with me for this essay?" he asked, making y/n look up quickly. she smiled widely and nodded.

"of course, i'd love to." she replied.

"alright—um, just meet me in the library thursday at three?" he suggested awkwardly. y/n grinned.

"alright, i look forward to our date," she winked and walked off, swinging her bag over her shoulder. remus watched her as she did, smiling subtly at how she'd subconsciously fix her hair or how she'd laugh at whatever y/f/n had just said.

"did you, moonikens, just land yourself a date with someone who has so painfully obvious been into you for some time now?" a teasing voice behind him ask. remus rolled his eyes.

"it's not a date, pads, i'm just helping her study." remus replied, swinging his bag over his shoulder while the pair waited for james and peter.

"well, i can tell you that my study dates don't usually end in just studying," sirius said, nudging remus.

"he means they end in blowjobs." james said bluntly. remus scrunched up his nose, "well, i gathered that much."

"merlin, let's just please get to the kitchens..." peter mumbled.

——

the date had come faster than expected, much faster. so much so, that y/n almost forgot about it. she had so much piled onto herself, with homework assignments.

"y/n, don't you have that date or something?" y/f/n asked, shutting their book and looking up at their friend.

y/n nodded and looked at the clock.

2:55 p.m. it read.

she gasped and shot up, throwing her things inside her bag. bidding a quick goodbye, she ran out of her common room and started toward the stairs.

"watch it!"

"hey!"

"woah!"

y/n could care less how many people she bumped into, she didn't want to be late. lupin likely wouldn't wait for her if she was. once she reached the library, she stumbled through, ignoring madam pinces glare, and ran toward a dirty-blonde haired boy.

throwing herself in the seat in front of him, she took deep breaths, panting quietly.

his watch rang and remus smirked, turning his arm so that she could see it.

3:00 p.m.

"right on time, l/n," he grinned.

"aw, are we back to last name basis again?" y/n mumbled, pouting playfully.

remus rolled his eyes and took out his own materials for their potions essay, making her do the same.

"okay, we could start by using our text books to find the basic information. you don't seem to open yours much," remus said teasingly.

y/n grinned, "why would i, when i have someone so much better to look at in potions?" remus quickly caught on and flushed a light pink, rolling his eyes.

"anyway, we can finish this essay in about an hour and a half i say, sound good?" remus asked, looking up at y/n.

"sounds great, handsome," y/n replied nonchalantly. unbeknownst to her, remus felt a little jittery every time she called him that.

as the hour and a half passed, y/n was surprisingly the first to finish her essay. remus wrote his last sentence as y/n began to fidget in her seat and toss her muggle stress ball into the air and caught it.

"okay! i am done!" remus grinned, quietly shutting his text books and putting away his essay.

"cool, and it's only 4:30," you smirked.

remus leaned back in his chair. "y'know, you didn't have to wait up for me...you'd could've gone..."

y/n shrugged and grinned slyly, "i know, but i wanted to. besides, now that we're both done, we can hang out!"

"no, look," remus shook his head, "i'm a bore and you'd immediately want to leave,"

y/n raised her eyebrow. "sounds like a challenge, what do you got?"

remus chuckled and shrugged. "okay...want to go to the kitchens and make tea and then read?"

y/n thought for a moment. she wasn't one to stay still very well, that much was obviously since she was a young girl. however, doing this with remus didn't sound all too unappealing.

she leaned closer. "can you read to me?"

remus flushed as she grinned at her suggestion, and although it wasn't technically, it felt inherently intimate. she clearly didn't see it this way, so he couldn't either. he smiled warmly at her and nodded.

"yeah, i'll read to you." he smiled.

——

remus's voice was low and calming, and for some reason, felt like music in her ears. y/n laid her head on his lap, looking up at him as he read from the book. he had begun stroking her hair, making this situation even more relaxing.

she sat up for a moment, taking a sip of her tea, handing remus his cup as he asked for it. he paused his reading and smiled at her.

"you sure you're not bored yet?" he asked.

y/n shook her head. "of course not! i'm getting really into the story. mr. darcy is an ass, isn't he?" she took another sip of the tea.

remus nodded and chuckled. "he gets better, i promise."

"he better," y/n said, making a face, "elizabeth needs something better than that,"

"yes, she does," remus agreed. "if anything, you remind me of her,"

y/n grinned and raised an eyebrow teasingly. "do i? does that make you my mr. darcy?"

remus rolled his eyes playfully, pulling her to lay back down on his lap. "you wish...now, let me finish the chapter."

"as you wish, mr. lupin," y/n teased, remus' actions eliciting a laugh from her.

and for a moment as remus read and as y/n listened, y/n wasn't going out of her way to flirt obnoxiously with the boy and remus wasn't going out of his way to reject or wave off her attempts. instead, she listened to his silky voice and entered a relaxing mindset as she closed her eyes. meanwhile, remus glanced down at the girl every so often and couldn't help the ever growing smile on his face.

bonus:

remus lupin closed the book he held quietly, looking down at y/n who's eyes snapped open.

"was that really the end?" she frowned.

"well, there's a sequel, but i figured we should start it tomorrow," remus suggested. "we have that appointment early tomorrow,"

"but! but—it's not even that important? what're they gonna tell me? that the baby is growing hands? thanks, i would hope so!" y/n protested, sitting up with a struggle at the growing stomach she currently had. she wasn't too far along, but that didn't make it any easier to manage.

"these appointments are important, remember what lily told you?" remus lectured. "i promise we can start the sequel tomorrow..."

y/n frowned, pouting. "you're no fun."

remus placed a hand on her stomach, feeling a light kick, making y/n grin slightly. "one of us has to be the bad parent,"

"we both agreed it would be me," y/n reminded.

"we'll see when he's born, mrs. lupin," remus grinned.

y/n smiled warmly. "i suppose we will, mr. lupin."

[quintessenceofdust88]

Gabby you're killing me here. 🌊🌊🌊🌊 and 🍼🍼🍼🍼 please? 🥺

Hiii Cinda darling! Ohhh you know you can always ask for whatever you want, and I'll deliver for you, darling!! Let's start with tsunami: - 🌊

"How do I look?" Tommy asks, checking himself on the mirror for the upteenth time. He knows he looks good in black, and his curls are styled, but... 

"Gorgeous, daddy!" Vivie’s opinion is immediate. She's kneeling on Tommy's bed and her hands are resting on her cheeks as she admires her daddy getting ready for his date. 

His date with Evan Buckley. Tommy's still not quite sure how he managed to ask him out, and he's even more appalled that the other man said yes. He had been almost afraid to text him to confirm and suggest a place (an Italian restaurant named Dolce Vita, a place where Tommy might be able to show off his Italian pronunciation a bit, and his knowledge of good Italian food) only for Evan to tell him he didn't think they could do it after all. But the other man had sounded as excited as Tommy, and now he's giddily getting ready for his first date in an embarrassingly long amount of time. 

"Yeah, pixie?" He asks, turning around, and his daughter giggles, hugging her unicorn plushie to her chest.

She's been attached to it since the tsunami a week ago, barely letting go when it's time for school (Tommy lets her take it in her bag if it seems she needs it close), and now she's looking at him from over its horn, her little eyes sparkling with excitement. 

"Yeah, daddy! Mr. Evan will think you're so handsome!" She says, and Tommy chuckles with a blush, pressing a kiss to her forehead. 

“Will he, really?” He asks, and she nods resolutely.  “Yup! Cause he already likes you, and you are super handsome!” Genevieve reasons, and her flawless child logic makes Tommy’s nerves subside a little.

(Blobs under the cut!)

- 🍼

They’re pretty used to Dr. Yard’s room by now, but that doesn’t mean Evan is any more settled than usual. Tommy can see his leg bouncing up and down as he pretends to check his phone. From the preliminary procedures the nurse’s done, everything seems to be going as it should for this moment of their pregnancy, but the biggest mystery is yet to be revealed, and Tommy himself is giddy with excitement. 

He takes Evan’s hand in his, and his husband looks up from the phone, blue eyes widened almost as if he forgot Tommy was there. Evan gives him a small smile, squeezing his hand.

“You with me, sweetheart?” He asks softly, and Evan nods sheepishly.

“I was just taking a look at a name list. I think we need to start thinking about it more seriously, don’t we? It’s coming closer” He says, and before Tommy can even think about answering, Evan is raising a hand. “And no, I’m still not considering ‘Maverick’ as an option.”

“You’re just jealous because Tom Cruise was my first childhood crush” Tommy teases, and Evan rolls his eyes. 

“Well, then we should definitely consider Naomi for a girl” Evan teases right back, and then nudges Tommy’s shoulder. “Or whatever the name of that blonde guy from Backstreet Boys was, now that I think about it”

“Nick Carter, and don’t you pretend you don’t know it” Tommy tells him, and then puts a hand over his bump. “Hear that, babies? You might be named Naomi and Nick after your daddy’s childhood crushes, how do we feel about that?” -- There you go, I hope you like it, my darling!! I love you ♥♥ (and send Quentin a kiss for me hehe)

(make me write)

[soupandsauce]

Sam does it better | NSFW

Sam Evans x fem reader

Summary: When a college guy tells you to get dressed and leave, Sam finishes the job

"What happened?" Sam asks as I walk into his dorm room with an annoyed face. I plop down on his bed and sigh.

"You know that guy Dennis I've been seeing lately?" I say as I unbutton my shorts and throw them on the floor, finally able to let my tummy out from the large meal I had earlier.

"Well yeah, what about him?" Sam asks as he sits in his beanbag chair, mouth slightly open as he throws a football up and down.

'We took it to his place and the second he took off my pants he said he can't do it" I say as I sit up, putting my hair into a ponytail as a way to fidget.

"Like can't have sex? Why?" Sam asks as he looks over at me with a puzzled expression, now holding his football in his hands, feeling the white strips under the pads of his fingers.

"He took one look at my bush and I saw his face drop!" I say with wide eyes.

"Oh my god.” Sam says deeply while rolling his eyes.

"God forbid a man can't eat with a hair in his food." he says as he sets the football down on his desk with a soft thud and stands up.

"What are you doing." I say, more of a command than a question as he walks over to the bed where I sit criss cross. I feel my stomach drop in nerves as he walks over to me casually and takes off his shirt with one hand.

"Finishing what he couldn't." Sam says as he grabs my legs by my knees and pulls me to the edge of his bed. My white panties are on full display inches from his face where he crouches.

"Only if that's cool with you." He says with his signature Sam smile, hovering his face inches above my clothed cunt.

I nod, "Yeah." I say as I swallow, realizing how much my body reacts to his touch, or lack thereof.

Sam smiles as he hears my response. He presses his tongue onto my cotton panties, tasting just a hint of my juices through the fabric. As his saliva seeps through the cotton, I feel the warmth of his tongue and gasp softly. Sam chuckles with his tongue still on me. He smirks at me as he takes off my panties, slowly sliding them off my hipbones and peeling them off my sticky core.

"Fuckin beautiful." He mumbles as he takes the whole thing in, smiling to himself at how lucky he got. I smile softly as I lay my head back on the bed, anticipating the first lick, which is usually the most intense. He wastes no time getting to business, laying his whole tongue flat against my folds before sweeping up all the juices. I moan aloud at the intense sensation and arch my back.

His next lick is my clit, closing his mouth around the bundle of nerve and softly shaking his head side to side, burying his nose in my bush. He hums as he sucks on my clit, swiping his tongue over it to stimulate it further.

"Fuck, Sam!" I exclaim, breathless as I grab his head of blonde hair, surprised with just how insanely good he's eating me out.

He groans, almost a whine as he then runs his tongue lower till he reaches my entrance, burying his tongue as deep inside of me as he can. he thrusts it in and out, and I groan in pleasure as I feel his nose brush against my clit as he does so.

"Jesus FUCK, Sam." I say, pulling on his hair which makes HIM moan and pull away.

He comes up with my shiny juices glossing up half of his face.

"Do you want me to wear a condom?" he asks with an almost breathless tone.

"yes please." I say, but he's already pulling one out of the drawer, wanting to wear one no matter what I say. I watch while biting my bottom lip as he opens the foil package and pulls down his grey joggers past his butt to free his dick from its cage. I smile as I see that he's rather well endowed. he rolls it on, pinching the tip as he does so.

I smile seductively at him and spread my legs for him real pretty.

"m so excited, fuck." he says with a smile, chuckling as he lines himself up.

'me too." I giggle as I get a good hold on his back.

"Ready?" he asks as he looks at me, in perfect position.

"yeah."

Then, he pushes his way in, hissing as his mushroom tip pops inside.

"Fuuuu-uuuck" he strains, staying right where he is, not going in any further in case I need to adjust.

"I'm okay, Sam." I whisper to him as I hold on tighter to his back.

So Sam pushes in further, slowly burying his cock inside of my cunt. Every inch fills me up so much better than the last until I feel like I can't stretch any more. Right before I know it's about to hurt, I feel his hairs press against my mound as he bottoms out. His balls rest against the supple flesh of my butt as he stills, knowing that not only I need to adjust, but he does as well.

"God, Sam." I exclaim quietly as I wrap my legs around his hips, feeling how he's clenching his butt to not cum early.

After about 20 seconds, he starts to pull out before thrusting inside again, splitting me all over again. The upward curve of his dick perfectly slides against my G spot at the right pressure for it to start swelling. With only the second thrust, I already feel my orgasm starting to bubble up like a soda bottle. I clench around him, thinking that maybe it will delay my orgasm, but instead the tightening causes sam to thrust roughly back in.

"Uuughh" He grunts as his hips slam into mine. "Fuck!"

I feel my fingers arch, my nails staring to dig into the muscles of his back. I feel his muscles tighten at the subtle pain, encouraging him to speed up. he holds my shoulders from behind as he presses his forehead against mine, sharing some intimate eye contact with me.

"That guy's a fucking loser if he refused this." Sam says with a trembling voice, holding in a nearing orgasm.

"You're so much better." I say, furrowing my eyebrows to aggressively tell Sam that he is, indeed, better. That praise seems to send Sam so close to the edge so he panics and reaches down to rub my clit to get me as close as he is.

"AH!" I exclaim, feeling that electric shock, knowing that I'm going to squirt with this one.

"SAM SAM SAM SAM!" I chant with each one of his sloppy thrusts until both of us eventually can't hold it anymore and cum. I splash all over Sam's tummy and cock and he stills deep inside of me. I can feel his cock twitch with each spurt of cum that seeps into the condom. He has a tight grasp on me, holding me tightly to his body as he finishes. My legs are tightly wrapped around his hips, shaking from holding him so hard.

When we catch our breaths, I release my legs from his waist and they fall onto the bed, spread like jello. Sam sits himself up and carefully slides himself out of me, holding the base of the condom until he is fully out. he takes it off, too tired to tie it as he drops it in his trash bin and then comes back with his towel. He breathes heavily as he weakly cleans in between my legs and then his lower tummy and dick.

"Jesus." he says as he flops onto his bed next to me and puts his arm on top of me. Both of us have little energy at all. We start to breath normally again and come back to it.

"Sam." I say, just above a whisper.

Sam turns his head to the side and then rolls over so that he's almost completely on top of me. "Yeah?"

"That was really amazing." I whisper to him, running my hands through his hair, feeling the urge to sooth him as he lays on top of me.

"Mhm" he says, starting to fall asleep but wanting to give me a response.

"Mmm im falling asleep but I want to tell you that I love you." he says as he forces himself to pick his head up to look at me with sleepy eyes. I smile as, I also, am falling asleep.

"I love you too." I say

[mushysquashythingamajig]

Bucktommy Fluffebruary

DAY 20 [ALTERNATE PROMPT]: DRUNKEN LOVE CONFESSIONS

@bucktommyfluffebruary

"Tommy, are you drunk?" Buck asked, bewildered.

"Uh, no. No I'm not. Totally sober." Tommy replied. A rustle and a gimme that later, an unknown voice spoke through the phone.

"Hey, this is Jake, Tommy's colleague. He is lying and is very drunk right now, can you come pick him up?"

"Yeah, yeah sure. Where are you exactly?"

"It's a bar." A pause that made Buck think that they were disconnected. "Zing."

Okay, maybe it was really lowkey. He quickly pulled up the maps on his phone and low and behold, Zing actually existed.

"okay. I'll be right there."

"Please. We cannot hear about his beautiful boyfriend anymore."

Woah, that was unexpected.

When Evan reached the bar, he saw Tommy. Really, really giggly Tommy. There was an entire group, presumably firefighters outside, and Tommy was plastered against one. That totally didn't make Buck jealous.

Well, turns out he was jealous over nothing because as soon as Tommy saw him, he basically jumped, plastering himself onto Evan.

"Evaan~" He said, in a sing-song voice.

"So, you're Evan huh. Tommy did a good job describing you." The man, who was probably the one who called him, gave him a once-over.

"He did?"

"Extensively. For a person as private as Kinard, I was surprised by how chatty he was today. Although we learned less about him and more about his amazing boyfriend with the adorable birthmark. There was also some boogie woogie involved which I'll refrain from using."

"That's probably my fault. I told him to open himself a bit more." Evan chuckled, as Tommy's arm was currently around his shoulders.

"Take it from a stranger kid, the way this guy talks about you? You've got something good."

"Jake, stop hounding the poor kid." A woman called out.

She walked up to them and shook Buck's hand.

"Jasmine. I'm the 217's captain."

"Evan Buckley. I'm from the 118."

"We know. Jake was right about him sharing a lot."

They said their goodbye and Evan helped Tommy into the jeep.

"Oooh, this car is nice. Did you get a new car, Evan?" He looked at Evan with an accusatory glare.

"No Tommy. This car is mine."

"Oh good."

They drove in silence, with Tommy occasionally breaking the silence to tell Evan a fun fact. Which Evan had told him during his information binges. The fact that Tommy even remembered all those warmed his heart.

When they reached their home, Evan unbuckled his seatbelt and moved to unbuckle Tommy's when his face was grabbed by Tommy.

"Evan, I need to tell you something." He sounded serious, before breaking out in giggles. "Hehe, squishy face." Shaking his head, he looked into Evan's eyes, almost boring into his very soul and spoke softly, "Evan Buckley, I love you."

Now, they never really had said it out loud, though it remained an unspoken truth but hearing it out loud made Evan was jump with joy.

"Evan, I love you." Tommy's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

"I love you too, Tommy." Evan smiled, before kissing Tommy on the lips. The kisses grew heated until he forcibly pulled away. They wont be doing in the jeep and certainly not if one of them is drunk.

He wrestled Tommy out of the jeep and into the house. He order the man to go to bed while he brought some Advil and a glass of water for the hangover. When he entered the room, Tommy's boot were still on. Buck didn't know how he got out of his pants, or whether he took his pants off and put them on again, but seeing boots on bed made Evan uncomfortable.

Taking of his boots, Evan settled into the bed and staring at the face of the love of his life, he fell asleep.

Early in the morning, Tommy groaned, waking both himself and Evan.

"Did I tell you that I loved you last night?" Tommy whispered.

"Yeah." Evan whispered back, not wanting to turn his boyfriends brain into mush.

"Good, I meant it." Before wrapping his arms around Evan. Evan's last thought before going back to sleep was, so this is what heaven feels like.

[evan4ever]

Vegas, Baby

Part 11

Warnings: negative perception of Emma Roberts so if that bothers you, you may want to steer clear of this one 😅

a/n: I’m so shocked by the amount of love this series is getting 😭 I honestly didn’t expect to make more than 3 parts and here I am making part ELEVEN LIKE WHAT?!!! You guys are amazing 🙈😩 JUST AN FYI I know Emma would never be this way, I literally love her sm but it fits the storyline and narrative so just go with it okkk😅

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG PLS DONT STOP LOVING ME

Part 10 here

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The week was awkward. It was full of tension and discomfort on both ends after having sex the week before. Neither of you knew what you honestly felt or didn’t feel and neither of you were ready to dive into that conversation yet. Hormones? Maybe. Stubbornness? Absolutely.

You still spent the week looking at the different jobs that LA had, as well as apartments. You weren’t sure what the sex meant or if it meant anything at all. At this point, you knew you had feelings for him, and it scared you because this was never supposed to happen — you both made that clear in Vegas. It shouldn’t change just because you brought a life into the world together, right? It didn’t make sense. It just didn’t seem right.

And Evan gave no other hints that he was feeling the same. Besides the one kiss you shared and the sex last week, he was hot and cold. One minute he’d always be attempting to touch you whether it be a hand grab, a hug, forehead kiss, even times where he’d hold your waist whenever he was next to you or moving behind you. He’d always be feeling you somehow. Then other times, he’d seem cold and distant, like he didn’t want to be around you. He was careful not to start another fight, quick to apologize if he’d snap at all or say something that wasn’t the nicest.

You didn’t understand and you didn’t know how to go about it. Do you just come forth with your honest feelings? Or do you find a job and move out so he can have his space back without telling him a single thing? Nothing felt right.

“Do you want to join me?” You blinked a few times looking up at Evan who stood at the door zipping his light jacket up. Your mind was elsewhere that you completely missed what he had said, being so tired from the sleepless nights you’d been getting and almost not even seeing him enter the living room, where you were sat rocking Joey. He raised his eyebrows slightly in wonder.

“Sorry I didn’t even hear what you said..” You cleared your throat shooting him an apologetic smile. He let out a light chuckle and walked into the living room, taking a seat on the coffee table in front of you, resting his arms on his thighs to hold him up while facing you.

“I said that I was going to head down to the studio and talk about an upcoming project I’ll be in, get a head start before being thrown back in next week. Was wondering if you’d like to come. You know, maybe get out of the house? We’ve been pretty cooped up.” He let out another small short laugh, you nodding in response.

“I honestly would love that” you sighed lightly at the thought of getting out and about. “But I’m not sure if we should take Joey out yet, you know with Covid and all the other viruses?” You questioned, furrowing your brows.

“Most still wear masks here. You don’t have to but that hopefully might put your mind at some ease? I’d really like to take you out and show you around a bit, let you meet some people. Sarah will be there, you know she’ll be all over Joey” you both giggled lightly, “might give you a small break?”

You knew he was right and that you would have to take short out of the house at some point, it just made you nervous. Finally you sucked in a deep breath and gave him another nod to which he replied with a wide grin and carefully took Joey from your arms.

“I’ll get him changed while you get yourself ready.” He insisted and you smile gratefully, turning and making your way to your room to change. You internally thanked yourself for deciding to shower today since lately showers were nonexistent. You just needed to put on some presentable clothes and do a quick makeup look.

You chose a simple outfit, slipping on some Jean shorts and throwing your sweatshirt over a cropped tank top and some sandals. It felt weird to be wearing shorts in December, but that’s LA living. It was a bit chilly for the area today, so a sweatshirt sufficed just fine. You threw on some light makeup, foundation contour concealer and some mascara. When you looked at yourself in the mirror, you felt like a human again. Your hair fell naturally down your back, your few freckles stood out, and it was like a breath of fresh air.

You quickly grabbed your bag and made your way to the car where Evan already had himself and Joey buckled in, sliding into the passenger seat and buckling your own seatbelt. You glanced at Evan feeling his eyes on you and shot him a quick half smile to which he sent you a wide one in return.

“You’re glowing” he stated, looking back to the window and backing out of the driveway and onto the road. You pressed your lips together at his statement, feeling butterflies erupt within your tummy, but couldn’t bring yourself to say anything more than a quick and quiet “thanks”.

The drive felt long, realizing how big LA really was and his current studio he would be at for his next project all the way across town. Though the ride was full of Evan explaining to you what every nearly every place and building you passed was. It was second nature to him, but as soon as he told you what things were, you forgot. It would take awhile to learn your way around this large city. Though you enjoyed the lightheartedness during the drive, full of light laughter and terrible jokes that you both would make. It felt good, normal even. For a moment you forgot all your previous stresses and you savored the time it would last.

Once you arrived, Evan parked in a garage and shut the car off getting out and undoing the car seat to stick it into the convenient stroller that it could attach to, so you wouldn’t have to disturb your sleeping baby. You swung your bag over your shoulder while Evan put the diaper backpack on, you smiling wide at the site of him.

“You look like a total dad” you joked, him laughing in response.

“Good thing I am one now, suits me well don’t you think?” He asked as you followed beside him, nodding dramatically.

“Oh yeah, it’s definitely your style. Own it” you giggled, him shoulder bumping you gently as you teased him. You took in your surrounding, never seeing a parking garage this big or nice. It was shocking, really. And Evan quickly took note of your amazement.

“Some are even nicer. And others not nearly.” You looked at him when he spoke, your eyebrows raising high. He glanced at you and smiled again before looking back at where he was going, leading you to an elevator that took you down to the sidewalks of the outside, busy world. You walked about half a block before entering a large red building that looked like it could be brand new, following him closely down a few halls before entering through a door that led to a large open space.

You looked around in awe, noticing quick that they’re recording studios where many movies are shot, specifically action packed movies with lots of stunts. You were amazed, having only ever seen them on the videos you’d watch here and there when you came across them. You never expected to enter one firsthand.

“Evan!!” Your attention shifted when you heard a familiar woman, looking ahead of you both as Sarah herself came jogging over, immediately taking Evan into her arms, him hugging her back tightly. “I’m so glad you could make it!” She grinned, pulling back from the hug before turning her attention to you. “Oh y/n, you look fantastic! I’m so happy you decided to join us!” She then pulled you to her tightly, taking you by surprise. You giggled lightly, returning the warm hug, happy that this experience was much brighter than the last. When she pulled back from you, her eyes flickered down to Joey and she let out a small gasp, grinning at you again. “And you brought the little one! Oh my” she gasped again as she bent down so she could see him, careful not to wake him, “he’s just beautiful.”

You gleamed at her words, your heart feeling full of joy. “I think so too” Evan said, your eyes meeting his that were already on you, a proud smile on his face which you quickly returned. It made you happy that he was so proud of being a dad and proud of his son. You felt the same, but you couldn’t explain how it made you feel seeing it in your baby’s father. It was exhilarating.

“Please come join us!! We’re going over and getting our scripts now. I’m so excited for you to see what this industry is all about.” Sarah gleamed at you.

“I’m excited to get to.” You nodded in complete honesty. You always wondered what being an actor was all about and now you’d get to witness for yourself.

“Evan! Nice to see you!” An older man greeted Evan with a handshake and the man hug thing that guys did. You recognized the man but couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

“Happy to be here. Uh, Ryan, this is y/n. Y/n this is Ryan Murphy, he’s the writer, director and producer of American Horror Story, Dahmer, and many other great films.” Evan nodded, your eyes widening in realization. You were a fan, sure, but you never really got to know the faces behind the shows you watched. You usually only knew their names and Ryan Murphy was one of them.

“It’s great to meet you, y/n. Evans told me quite a bit about you.” Ryan nodded, shaking your hand.

“Wow it’s… really great to meet you too. I’m a fan of your work.” You admitted, your cheeks lighting up as a typical fans would. He gleamed down at you and gave you a firm nod of appreciation before looking back at Evan.

“Well how is fatherhood treating you? You look great!” You stood next to the two men as they caught up, your eyes wandering around the large open room and skimming over the many faces that filled it. You didn’t recognize many people, any really, but you loved the idea of being in a room full of actors and getting to see what they do.

“Do you act at all?” Your attention was brought back to Ryan who was looking at you again, your mouth falling open at his question and eyes widening.

“Oh no” you shook your head, “no I’ve never acted before. Well unless you count theatre arts in high school. I took a few years of that but that was a long time ago. It was fun but where I’m from there’s no opportunities so it never crossed my mind again after graduating and..” you cleared your throat realizing you were rambling and pressed your lips into a tight, embarrassed smile. “No, I don’t.”

“Ah theatre arts is where it all starts!” He rhymes, your eyebrows shooting up and nodding along with him, eyes flickering to Evan who stood with a pleased smile on his face. “Would love to see what you got sometime. Everyone can act, just a matter of finding the right people.”

You were awestruck at his request, clearing your throat again and simply nodding in agreement, at a loss of words.

“Great! We’ll set that up sometime. Anyways, Evan, your script is being held by Damien back there you are free to grab it and take home with you today. Until then, feel out the set and talk to your peers. Get to know each other!” Ryan called back as he walked away leaving you with Evan alone. You blinked a few times, unbelieving that all of this is even real.

“He loves discovering new talent.” You looked at Evan as he pressed his own lips into a smile. “Found me and helped me get to where I am. I owe him a lot.”

You smiled lightly at his honesty, admiring him in this moment.

“It could be fun.” You tilted your head in confusion, your eyebrows narrowing a bit encouraging him to elaborate. “If you got yourself a career in acting with his help. It might be fun. Endless opportunities here. Maybe consider it?”

“I don’t know if I could get past the stage fright” you laughed nervously, biting ahold of your bottom lip. You were honest, you never considered acting considering where you lived. In high school, theatre was a favorite class of yours. You dreamed of being an actor one day, but that dream faded after you graduated and were hit with reality. And, you were incredibly awkward and nervous around large crowds.

“You get used to it. Believe me. I’m still awkward to this day” he chuckled, resting his hand on the small of your back as he moved you along with him. You allowed him to lead you considering you had no idea what to do or where to go, leading you to a man who held a large pile of papers in his hand. Damien, you presumed.

“Hey man. Nice to see you” the man greeted Evan before shuffling through the papers and pulling out a paper clipped group of multiple pages and handing it over to him, Evan taking it with a thank you before turning back to you.

“What’s this movie, or series, about?” You asked curiously. Evan just shrugged.

“I didn’t get much info on it yet. Just one scene that I read through and decided to take. I’ll let you know once I go through these” he held up his stack with a quick raise of eyebrows. You chuckled and nodded.

“Do you apply for parts anymore? Or usually get offered them?”

“They’re mostly offered to me at this point. Perks of playing multiple roles over the years, I guess” he shrugs, giving you a small goofy smile that made your heart melt. You opened your mouth to reply, but quickly was cut off by a new female voice.

“Well hey stranger, or I suppose we can call you daddy now.” Both you and Evan turn to face the new voice, your eyebrows raising when you recognized the woman immediately.

Emma Roberts.

You were a fan of her work. You grew up watching her on movies and TV shows. You stood completely shocked as you faced her now. Evan, on the other hand, gave her a tight smile and a nod of the head. She walked up and wrapped her arms around him in a hug, one of his arms giving her a quick hug back.

“Um well, my son can definitely call me that but anyone else calling me it would be weird.” He chuckled, awkwardly scratching the back of his head as his eyes flicker over to you before back to her. She took a small step back while the smile never leaving her lips. You only stood, feeling more awkward as each second passed by.

“Come on, it’s not like I hadn’t called you it before silly” Emma giggles, nudging his shoulder with her hand. He clears his throat and looks at you again.

“Uh Emma, this is y/n. Y/n… Emma Roberts.” He nods. You gaze at him a moment before looking at Emma. Her eyes were on him not meeting yours, not even acknowledging you.

Awkward.

“It’s nice to meet you Emma, I’ve been a fan for a long time—

“So you’re a dad now!!” She cuts you off talking to Evan enthusiastically. Your eyebrows furrow together feeling a bit disrespected, but your head quickly recollected the memory of the few pictures you had seen on them together a few years back. You had forgotten they dated. For awhile, if you remembered correctly. But obviously you didn’t give any time of your day to a celebrity couple; you never did. “How does that feel? Isn’t it just an amazing feeling? I remember the day my baby was born. Really, there’s no feeling like it.”

Evan glanced at you again apologetically at her cutting you off before looking back to her. “Yeah. Yeah it’s really great. And y/n is just an amazing mother. It came so naturally to her.”

Your cheeks heated up at his words feeling like he was trying to bring you into the conversation all while you silently begged him not to. You didn’t want to be forced into a conversation with someone who had no interest in talking to you.

“Mm. That’s great.” Emma’s own lips pressed together tightly as she now glanced your way before back at Evan. “I love being a mama. It was like my calling. Ugh! We should catch up. Let our little ones meet? What do you say?”

Your eyebrows shot up. This was definitely something that needed, or should, be talked about together — just you and Evan. You only stared at him waiting for his reply while silently hoping he’d respectfully decline until further notice.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah sure, I suppose. That would be nice, right y/n?” His eyes glanced back at you waiting for your own reply. Your lips pressed together tightly in a newfound annoyance, before forcing them into a smile and giving him a quick, aggravated nod.

He once again smiled apologetically, before Emma grabbed his shoulders and pulled him into her for a hug. You took another step back and crossed your arms over your chest.

He had every right to take Joey where he wanted and to let him meet whoever he wanted him to, but it would’ve been nice to have it discussed with you a little first. Especially with Joey only being weeks old, you weren’t too comfortable with it.

“Well, perfect!! I’ll text you where to meet and when. I know this perfect spot! It’ll be a great place for us to catch up. It’s small, so smaller the party better.” You catch her side eye at you before quickly looking back to Evan. At this point, you were over this conversation.

You grabbed ahold of the stroller and turned away from them, walking out of the large room and into a hallway. You weren’t sure where you were going, but you felt like you needed some air so you were going to find some.

You followed a few signs that eventually let you to an exit, walking out of the large but crowded building and instantly taking in a deep breath of the fresh, hot, air. You didn’t realize the way you’d been holding your breath in their, or the way that Evan’s interaction with Emma had made you feel. Claustrophobic? Uncomfortable? You weren’t sure and couldn’t pinpoint the right word but you knew it was an ill-intended feeling that you didn’t like.

You had no right to be territorial of Evan. He wasn’t your boyfriend. A friend who you happened to have a kid with that was letting you stay at his place. And occasionally had sex. That was all. Whatever that is.

You finally found your way to Evan’s vehicle, after what felt like hours. You leaned against it and checked on Joey, smiling at his sleeping self. He was such an easy baby, you thanked the heavens for it. So… laid back.

You covered him back up just as you heard Evan’s rather panicky voice call out to you. You looked up and watched him jog his way to you, stopping before you and resting his hands on his thighs to catch his breath. Your eyes narrowed slightly, confused.

“What?”

He glanced at you with an unreadable expression. “What? Serious? You just took off! You don’t do that here! Not… not in Cali. This isn’t your small town anymore y/n, there’s a lot of bad people and bad situations that could happen and you’re a woman by yourself with a small child! You can’t.. you just..” he shook his head as he went over words in his head. “Just wait for me. Let me come with you.”

You blinked a few times, unsure whether to feel flattered or annoyed.

“I was tired of listening to Emma completely bypass me every way she possibly could, so I came to the car.” You shrugged nonchalantly, his head rolling with his eyes.

“Come on she wasn’t..” he shook his head, trailing off. He knew she was, but obviously wanted to make the situation better.

“You should definitely meet up with her.” You gave him a tight smile. He just looked at you confused, now.

“Well yeah, I told her we would—“

“Just you. You and Joey.” You smiled down at the covered seat before back to him. He was still utterly confused, not picking up your interior meaning. “She wants to reconnect, Evan. She doesn’t want me there. So if you’re interested in mending…things… with her. Go. I’m not gonna stop you?” You shrugged again.

You definitely weren’t being honest, you hated the thought of it. A but passive aggressive, but you weren’t going to stand in the way if it’s what he wanted it. It would give you a push to get yourself together and leave. It might be what you needed.

Evans mouth opened to say something but closed quickly. He was speechless, and that only confirmed your questions. You gave him another nod before opening the back door and placing the car seat back in. Evan slowly took the stroller and folded it, placing it in the back before glancing at you, watching you finish with Joey before meeting his eyes. You both stood on opposite sides of the vehicle, silent, staring.

You gave him a small smile before getting into the passenger seat, your eyes immediately beginning to water. You quickly placed your sunglasses on and buckled yourself in, turning your head towards the window to avoid Evan noticing the silent tears.

It felt like your chest was closing in. Evan wanted to mend things with Emma, his ex, whom he was with for years. You couldn’t blame him but damn, it fucking hurt. You wanted to think that maybe you were jumping the gun, putting words or thoughts into Evans mouth and head for him, that he didn’t actually feel this way and you were just assuming. But assuming the worst keeps you from getting too disappointed. And, if it wasn’t how he felt, he wouldn’t denied it or fought against it; encouraged you to come. That he wanted you to be there. But he didn’t say anything, didn’t object. Only stated as he put two and two together, obviously fond of the idea.

It hurt.

You could see Evan glance at you occasionally on the ride home; but never saying anything. You weren’t sure if he noticed the tears or change in demeanor. And you weren’t going to ask.

So you sat in silence next to him, quickly getting yourself and Joey out when he parked in his garage and making your way to your room, stopping at the fridge for the bottle and closing your door behind you.

You laid on your bed silently, admiring your baby as you fed him. His every little detail; small button nose, fuzzy dark hair, wide dark eyes like Evan’s. He was your proudest part of life. You barely got to enjoy him yet and he was everything you needed already.

But your mind kept wandering to the life you could have with Evan, as a family. A real, complete family, with another kid or two. Somewhere in the suburbs, riding skateboards and drawing on the sidewalk with chalk. It was the perfect picture, and that made everything hurt even more. It was fake, unreal, delusional. Evan didn’t want that? You weren’t sure if he ever wanted to settle down. Maybe he liked the new feeling every few months, and you made him have to tie down a bit. Could he resent you?

No.

He helped. This was a two way street, he had just as much to do with making a baby as you did. So he could blame himself if he needed someone to blame. You just wished he’d tell you whether he wanted to have this life, be a dad, or not, so you could walk away easier than what he’s been making it.

Fuck.

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[staciesometimeswrites]

Soft Kitty, Warm Kitty

Find me on A03!

“Sorry I’m late, that fire was a beast.” Tommy apologizes as he walks through the hospital doors, still in his turnout gear, face covered in sweat and soot. He barely makes it five steps in when Evan is in front of him with a smile as wide as the grand canyon is deep.

“So are you.” He utters these words with almost pure reverence with that sly sort of grin before his lips are on Tommy’s, drawing the smallest mmmmm of pleasant surprise. The kiss doesn’t last long at all but he’s left breathless as they pull apart. Before Tommy can even say another word, Evan is guiding him through the halls of the overly familiar hospital to a hall crowded with people, spilling out of a single doorway. Even pays no mind, grabbing Tommy’s wrist and pulling him through the crowd. When Chimney looks up from the cake in his hand, Tommy apologizes for missing the ceremony, knowing they’ll all understand. They’re all first responders after all.

Chimney waves him off with a smirk, though there’s a look on his face that causes Tommy some confusion. More than that, hearing Hen say something along the lines of, “About damn time…” gives him pause. Sure, Evan’s hand is around his wrist but that’s not unusual. He’d been the one to drag him up here.

Tommy doesn’t have time to ponder the strangeness because Evan drags him over to the cake and cuts him just about the biggest slice he’s ever seen, grinning like a mad man the whole time. Tommy doesn’t even get a bite to his lips before the younger man declares, “Come meet my sister. She’s been dying to meet you.” He’s pulled around the length of the hospital bed and plopped right in front of the bride. 

She’s absolutely stunning, from head to toe; her dress fitting her like a glove, showing off every curve and asset she owns. If Tommy liked women, he’s sure he’d fall for a woman just like her. Her eyes turn to them and she breaks out in a smile that reminds him so much of her brother- eyes crinkling in the corner in that same adorable way.

“Buck!” She breathes, as if she’s been holding on to that for a while.

“Hey, Maddie.” He says, suddenly seeming a little bit shy. “I have someone for you to meet.” He pulls Tommy a bit closer, keeping his hand on his bicep. Maddie turns to him.

“Oo!” She says excitedly, clapping, eyes glittering with sibling mischief. “Is this the hot pilot guy?” She turns to him without waiting for a reply. “Tommy, right?”

At this moment he’s eternally glad for the soot covering his face because he’s absolutely certain it would be a five alarm fire with how hard he’s blushing. He’s so embarrassed it takes him a long second to realize that he recognizes her voice; he’s heard her hundreds of times over dispatch and his nerves lessen, his broad shoulders relaxing. “I’d offer you my hand but…” He lifts it from his cake plate and shows her the aftermath of the fire he’s bringing home with him. Not offended in the least, she laughs.

“I think a little bit of soot is the least of my worries. I am marrying into a firehouse afterall.” She says affectionately, turning to look at her husband and daughter, Chimney feeding Jee miniscule bites of cake as she giggles gleefully, chasing after Chim’s fork as he zooms it away from her. Tommy can feel the swell of love radiating from her and he’s never been more glad than he is right now for a case closed. He’s only just met Maddie, but he knows Chimney, and the two of them deserve the world.

“Okay well, that’s enough of that. I’m starving.” Buck announces loudly.

Chimney looks at him and shrugs, only somewhat apologetic as he says, “Sorry Buck, the catering was canceled seeing as I was at Death’s door for most of the day and no one knew if I’d be around to eat it.” Maddie slaps him, hard, on his upper arm. “Ow.” He whines, narrowing his eyes at her.

Tommy waits for a joke about starting out abusive, but it never comes. There’s a story about that, but there’ll be time for that later.

Bucks expression falls and, if he was a dog, one hundred percent his tail would be hanging limply behind him, big eyes round and sad. Tommy’s heart does a flip, and he feels the urge, a need, to get this man anything he wants just so he keeps on smiling. A moment later his own stomach growls, loudly announcing to everyone around him that he’s been so busy the past twenty-four hours that he can’t actually remember the last time he consumed real, non-granola, food. His face pinkens yet again and he coughs. Chimney snorts, failing to hold back a laugh.

“Sorry about that.” He runs a hand through his hair, dislodging some soot that had settled there, sheepish grin on his lips. He’s trying not to draw attention to himself, he’s an outsider after all, but his body is working against him as his stomach gurgles once more. Not to mention the adrenaline crash he’s experiencing as he opens his mouth in a wide, jaw unhinging, yawn. It’s like, now that he’s seen his friend, and seen Buck, his brain is finally catching up to all that it’s missed, and if he doesn’t get those needs met right now, things are going to go south pretty damn quick. “Oh God, I’m so sorry.” He says again through a closed fist as he tries to stifle another yawn.

He’s so out of it he doesn’t even register the way Buck has an arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him close and helping to keep him afloat. Later, once he’s slept an entire day, he’ll remember to feel guilty about getting Buck’s blue sweatshirt dirty but right now, Buck’s the only thing keeping him on his feet.

Maddie stands and approaches him, grabbing both of his large hands in her much smaller, much smoother ones, a worried look on her face as says, “Oh God, don’t even worry about it. You came here right after a shift, right? I can’t even imagine how exhausted you are.” She looks him over, seeming to only register his gear for the first time. “You’re even still in your gear!”

From the bed, Jee snuggles deep into Chimney’s side, eyes closed as she breathes deep and steady - she was so worried for her dad that she’s worn herself out - Chimney says, “Hey man, we get it. I’m just glad you were able to make it, even if it was only for the cake.”

“A man never says no to free food.” Tommy replies, blinking slowly, each time finding it more difficult to open his eyelids.

“Uh-huh. I’m sure that’s the only reason you came rushing over.” Hen says from somewhere behind them, a teasing smile in her voice. “It has nothing to do with seeing a certain someone as soon as possible.”

Tommy shrugs, not denying it. “I promised to be his date, and I’m a man of my word.” He can’t see the way Buck blushes, turning his face into Tommy’s arm to hide it. “But also I was promised free food, though I guess wedding cake will suffice.” Hen and Karen snort, one of them squeezing his shoulder in a friendly gesture.

“I can still promise you free food.” Buck says, patting Tommy’s bicep that his fingers are still curled around. “But I think we should get you home first.”

“I agree.” Chimney says simply with a flick of his hand as if shooing them out. “I appreciate you coming, Tommy, I really do. You’re a good friend.” Tommy’s heart warms. He knows that he was a little shit when they first met, so the fact that Chimney forgave him enough to allow him to be here on his special day fills him with joy.

Maddie pumps his still clasped hands up and down and nods emphatically. “Let’s get together, the four of us, once we’re all feeling more like ourselves. I have so much to tell you about little Buck here and I want to know you better, too.” Tommy manages a genuine smile, though it feels like his lips are glued together by molasses, and nods. “Go get some sleep, Tommy. It was really great to meet you. Buck.” She lets go and puts her hands on her hips, a mother hen as always, “You take him straight home you hear? Take good care of him.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Buck replies, giving her what can only be described as a sarcastic salute. Maddie chuckles and shakes her head lovingly. “Anyway, we’ll catch you later Mads. Love you.” He leans over and kisses her on the cheek. She mouths love you, too as she follows her husband's lead and shoo’s them from the room. Many eyes follow their path, especially with Buck leading him by the hand, but Tommy is so far gone he doesn’t have the energy to care.

He stumbles through the hospital with only the sound of Buck’s footsteps to guide him as it’s impossible for him to keep his eyes open now. They make it to the parking lot and slowly to Buck’s Jeep where Tommy is guided into the passenger side, followed by the subtle click of his seatbelt. “Hey, Tommy, need your address bud. Or do you want to stop by Harbor and drop off your uniform first?” Buck rubs his arm, and it feels so good. Big, and probably warm though he can’t feel it through his protective gear and all he wants to do is lean into it. It’s too much work to speak. “Tommy?” Buck cups his cheek, very gently shaking him back to wakefulness. “I’ll take that to mean straight home. Can you at least open Google maps so it can give me directions?” Tommy mumbles incoherently and chooses to fumble for his phone instead of replying, handing it over before slumping against the door, the cool glass feeling like heaven against his skin. Buck’s chuckle is the last thing he hears as he drops out of consciousness and into the land of dreams.

Tommy doesn’t wake again until Buck nudges him, quietly informing Tommy that they’ve arrived at home. He blinks his eyes open slowly, feeling like the Sandman has visited and left his dust in Tommy’s eyes, the edges caked with sleep crust. It takes another long second for his eyes to focus and when they do he notices two large brown bags on his front step, dark with grease along the bottom. “Evan?” He questions, unable to stop the yawn that follows.

“I know for a fact that you haven’t eaten in at least twenty-four hours and cake does not a meal make.” He reaches up and strokes Tommy’s cheek with the back of his hand, the caress gentle and feeling heavenly against his unshaven stubble. “You fell asleep so fast after we got in the car that I couldn’t ask what you wanted, so I hope Indian is okay. It should still be warm, I ordered it just before we left.” Tommy doesn’t hesitate to nod, feeling warm, fluttery feelings when Evan breaks out into a grin. “Good. I got a ton of stuff. Let’s get you inside.” He hops out without an answer and comes to help Tommy out. They make their way to the front door where Tommy guides Evan to an extra key hidden inside his mailbox, with a magnet to keep it from falling.

Once they’re indoors, and Evan has the food situated on the kitchen island, he comes back to Tommy and begins to help him undress without asking. Tommy lets him, each limb like a lead block, hardly able to hold them up long enough for the man to get each arm out. Once disrobed, Evan drops the suspenders off his shoulders and shuffles the pants down off his hips before guiding him to a chair where he forces Tommy to sit. With practiced ease he undoes the older man’s work boots, setting them aside to be cleaned and polished later, and then the heavy protective pants that he throws into the pile over his shoulder. Already Tommy’s limbs feel lighter, but he knows there’s more to come.

Evan stands before running a hair through Tommy’s curls, scratching lightly at the base of his neck. The gesture is affectionate and Tommy wants to lean into it like a cat. “Why don’t you go shower and I’ll get food ready?”

“Don’t wanna.” He whines, lifting his arms enough to wrap around Evan’s waist, pulling him close enough that he can rub his forehead against his firm stomach like a petulant child. “Just wanna sleep.” Another yawn. Long fingers brush his scalp.

“C’mon Tommy, you’ll feel disgusting in the morning if you don’t shower. Do you… want me to help?” There’s shyness in his question, quite a bit of hesitation but a hint of desire as well. But Tommy is too tired to want for anything more than his bed so he shakes his head. “Then get going. It’ll only get harder the longer you hold off.” Tommy snorts which earns him a smack in the back of the head. “Get going.” Bucks tries to put on his no nonsense voice, but he’s so cute that Tommy can’t take him seriously. Evan can be serious, like when he’s working for example, but a situation really has to call for it. Any other time he just looks like a kid with puffed out cheeks pretending to be a grown up and Tommy loves it; he thinks it’s the most adorable thing he’s ever seen.

He stubbornly holds on for a few minutes longer, rubbing his soot stained face all over that blue sweatshirt, it was already a lost cause so Tommy would just buy him another, before heaving a long, put upon sigh. Evan was totally correct about how much he’d hate waking up still caked in yesterday’s disaster so, channeling as much inner strength as possible, he pushes himself away from… his boyfriend… and stands for the shower.

“Tommy.” Evan calls his name and he turns, surprised yet again as Evan kisses him once more, feather light against his lips. “I’m proud of you. And thank you. For making the effort today. I know how exhausted you must be.”

This time it was Tommy who leans in to plant a kiss, licking his bottom one teasingly. “Like I said, I’m a man of my words. You may have saved the food debacle but I remember you promising me a dance. I mean, obviously not right now because a corpse would have more energy and vigor than I do at the moment but in the near future for sure.” He says these words so close that he can feel his own breath radiating back from Evan’s lips which prompts him to kiss him once more before turning and making a serious effort to make it to the shower. He misses the flush of Evan’s cheeks and the way he smiles as he touches his lips, licking them with slightly dilated pupils. He’s not sure he would have the strength to walk away if he saw something so beautiful.

By the time he finishes in the shower, Evan laid out clean comfy clothes and a new pair of boxer briefs on the bathroom counter for him, his boyfriend has dished out two heaping plates of food, which smells divine. Tommy’s stomach gives an appreciative grumble which makes the blond smile wide. “Wanna watch a movie while we eat?” Tommy knows he won’t be awake long enough to watch anything but nods anyway. It was better than sitting in silence.

Buck grabs both plates, and both sets of silverware, and leads the way into the living room where a huge L-shape couch takes up most of the space, across from a massive 65” flatscreen. Buck settles into the edge seat, reclining as soon as he realizes he’s able to and pats the place right next to him. Tommy smiles and shakes his head, grabbing the remote from the coffee table and plopping down a few inches from Buck. The boy is having none of it and pouts until Tommy moves closer, snuggling deep into his side. Buck hands him his plate, setting his own on his lap and eating with one hand so that he can keep the other draped around Tommy. He feels warm. And safe. And kept.

His heart feels so full.

They spend the next ten minutes debating over what to watch before settling on something they’ve both seen a million times before, a generic rom-com that plays every year on the Hallmark channel, and truly settle in.

Tommy doesn’t even make it ten bites in. He’s just so cozy. His hand lowers until it settles in his lap, the fork prongs still stuck with lamb curry. His head rolls to the side, nestling against Evan’s broad chest and soon he’s lulled into sleep by the steady thump of his heart. He can’t remember even falling asleep. All he knows is that nothing has felt more right.

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Buck devours his food at lightning speed as he focuses on the TV, caught up in the cheesy storyline. It takes him a long time to realize that Tommy’s body has grown heavier. When he does, he feels his chest constrict, in that good way that happens when your heart just feels so full it could burst. His attention is drawn fully away from the screen now as he gazes at… his boyfriend’s… sleeping face, the taut lines of exhaustion gone in the throes of complete relaxation, his soot covered cheeks clean of any evidence of the hardship he faced.

Buck runs his thumb down the center of Tommy’s face, over his nose and his lips and the tiny cleft in his chin he loves so much, simply admiring him.

He doesn’t know how he got so lucky; he never would’ve thought that he would one day be in a relationship with a man, even knowing that he knew something was missing in his life, he made the assumption that one day it would be a woman who would fill the void, but he wouldn’t change a thing. He’s not sure if he’s ready to commit to the L word with Tommy, but he truly believes that with time he can get there. Hanging out with him, laughing with him and going on silly dates. Introducing him the way he deserves and loving him like no others before him. Buck wants it all.

Grinning, he leans down and presses his lips into soft brown curls while removing the plate from Tommy’s lap, setting it aside. He turns off the TV, quieting the room before maneuvering the man into a lying position, using one of the decorative pillows under his head and grabbing the throw off the back of the couch to cover him with. He does his best to tuck him in snug before grabbing another blanket and throwing it over himself, tucking it under Tommy’s head before settling in, one hand resting against his boyfriend's neck, thumb stroking soft circles in a soothing manner.

Getting comfy, his own eyes slid shut. Yeah, today was hellish but all’s well that ends well.

He’ll deal with the leftovers tomorrow he thinks, before joining Tommy in the land of dreams..