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the1918 · 4 years

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I love all your evanstan headcanons so much, they’re so perfect for them. Do you think Chris bottoms ever?

(I was so excited when I got this over a month ago and then for some reason waited this long to answer it, sorry!)

Short answer: Yes

Long answer: First off, a fic rec: I really like this one Evanstan fic and I think about it a lot (“a smorgasbord of ass play”, as the tags say, topped off—heh— by an absolutely gorgeous flip-fuck scene). It’s called “coloring by numbers” by claudia_flies and I highly recommend it. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t develop a few of my own personal Evanstan head canons concerning Chris and his relationship with his own ass from that fic.

In the specific fantasy Evanstan world I’ve built in my head, I think that once Seb introduces Chris to ass play (which for some reason I don’t envision happening at first, not when they’re just fooling around, it takes until they’re in a relationship) and it turns out Chris really likes it, when he’s in the right mood? It sort of evolves from there.

I imagine that... it starts with an exploring finger during a blowjob in the shower.

It starts with Seb’s knees planted happily on that wet tile floor, looking up at Chris questioningly through the water droplets hanging from his pretty eyelashes. Chris’s own eyes go wide but he nods— more eagerly than he intends to but he doesn’t care, everything that he and Sebastian do together always feels safe. Seb slips one wet finger inside and Chris comes in Seb’s mouth on the spot.

After that it’s not necessarily a regular thing, but it’s also not entirely infrequent. I’ve written before about Chris’s first rimjob and I do imagine that something like that is what “happens next” (and sweet Jesus does Chris love it when Seb licks at him down there). I bet Chris— with flawed preconceived notions about what two men do together during sex, notions that are slowly being chipped away at through his relationship with Seb— is surprised to find how well that ass play fits into their dynamic in the bedroom. He shocks even himself the first time he finds himself demanding it out loud while he’s fucking sweet Seb’s throat, when he asks, “You gonna be good and make your man come hard tonight, baby boy? Yeah? C’mon— yeah, that’s it, find that sweet spot, be a good boy and give it to me right. Fuck, gimme ‘nother finger babe. Be sweet, get me open like I got your throat open.”

But still, taking a dick up his own ass, that… that feels different to Chris. It is different to Chris. It’s already done wonders for his own internalized toxic masculinity to get to experience being Seb’s top and dominant, to see first-hand how being a man and getting fucked is, in fact, not an inherently degrading act (it’s an act of worship, of love and devotion when Chris fucks Seb), so I don’t think that would be the source of his hesitation.

Instead, I think it’s the emotional rawness associated with really letting another person in you, with allowing someone to penetrate you. It’s scary. It’s real. It’s incredibly difficult to feel like you belong only to yourself when you’ve got someone else taking up a physical space inside of your body, but then again, Chris hasn’t belonged only to himself since Sebastian came into his life.

Chris tops. Sebastian bottoms. That’s just how it is between them, how they both like it to be, and that’s how it stays until one particular day less than a year into their relationship when Chris is having an especially bad run with his anxiety.

It’s been simmering for almost a month, well into month two now of Chris not having a chance to see Seb, thanks to the complications of their still-secret relationship and filming schedules. Chris has wrapped up his job but Sebastian’s is still going for another several weeks and Chris has also been fighting with his agent about a few things and he’s got a press tour coming up that he’s not looking forward to and he’s starting to feel like an exposed nerve, cracked open and raw and hurting, and he… he needs to see Seb. He needs to touch him and hold him and he needs to be held himself. He makes the decision to do it and then he’s on a plane out of Boston Logan International Airport within the next four hours. He texts Seb only once he’s landed.

I’m here. Sorry. Which hotel do they have you in.

He’s had the entire flight to think about it and Chris thinks he knows what he wants. He’s got a plan. He’s going to wrap Seb up in his arms and kiss him breathless and then he’s going to start to feel in control of his life and his emotions again once he gets to see the way that Seb melts beneath him… But then he’s actually there, and he’s knocking on Seb’s hotel room door and Seb is opening it with an alarmed, concerned expression. There are tears of frustration finally falling from Chris’s eyes.

Chris’s whole plan goes out the window.

His kisses are desperate; raw. Chris is pouring emotion out from between his lips and Seb is catching it, trying to be the calm in the middle of a troubled storm. He’d known before Chris even got there that something about the night is going to be wildly different, but he still doesn’t expect it when Chris rolls them over so that he’s on his back with Seb on top of him and croaking out—

“Want you inside of me, Seb, baby. Please.”

Seb opens him up with the lube Chris had been carrying in his back pocket, even if it isn’t being used for the reason Chris thought it would be when he’d stuck it there. He goes slow because his fingers being inside of Chris aren’t new but the expression on Chris’s face is. He feels a little sting of hesitation when Chris lets out a husky whine of, “Seb… Seb honey I’m ready, just fuck me,” but he’s gone this long already without ever once ignoring a command that Chris gives him in bed and he’s not about to start now.

Chris is not prepared for how different Seb’s cock feels compared to just his fingers. He feels like he’s being split open when Seb pushes in, is about to ask Seb if this is how he feels every time when Seb beats him to it, swallows his noises and shushes him, “it’s okay, it’s okay, you’re okay Chris, it gets better.”

(Chris can hardly believe that part. He is vulnerable beneath the man he loves and he is bursting at the seams with Sebastian; he doesn’t know how it could get better.)

It does change, just like Seb promises. By the time Seb is moving inside him the feeling goes from too-full too-much, a blissful stinging stretch that crushes on his lungs from down beneath his chest, to an almost overwhelming kind of pleasure that burns him from the inside out. Chris had gone soft against his own stomach at the initial penetration, but it’s the new drag against his insides that makes him fatten up again and start to leak. He learns he can clench down and make Sebastian gasp like that.

The night isn’t technically flawless, but it is exactly perfect. Seb hasn’t fucked anyone in a long time so he has to stop a few times and squeeze at the base of his own cock to keep from coming too early. They share whispers of “I love you” between “harder” and “so good” and “please”. After a while they figure out the angle that lets Seb’s cock head rub over Chris’s prostate on every thrust. Neither of them last very long after that.

It’s not what Chris expected it to be like when Seb spills up inside him, bare like they’ve done it for months now. He thought it would feel hot but it doesn’t, just... wet. It leaves him feeling open and sloppy in a way that reminds him thoroughly that Seb just used his insides to make himself come and it’s that thought— that feeling in his chest, that relieved smile melting across his own face— that makes Chris feel like he might understand now why so many people prefer to be loved from the bottom.

(They shower and cuddle afterwards, of course. Chris tells Seb everything he’s already told him over the phone but with a different kind of context now. Every stress in his life. Every night he couldn’t sleep because he missed Sebastian too much to even understand it himself.)

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stxvercgersslut · 4 years

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Running Late

[This gif is not mine! Credit goes to the owner]

a/n: I just watched puncture and the line “do you want a handjob” & “Sure” just made me want to make a one shot about it because god imagine y/n just giving Chris a handjob in the car before his interview 😏🤤 (btw the ending of that fucking film broke my heart! 😭)

Description: You and Chris had been rudely disturbed during hot sex together causing the pair of you to be extremely needy. An hour later things get steamy in the car 😏

Warnings: Smut, handjob, if you squint for long enough you might see a Tiny bit of thigh riding, ruined Orgasm

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Chris was late for a big interview, one that could change his career for the better. But for some strange reason the actor wasn’t even worried one bit about the fact that he was literally going to be killed by his boss for almost messing up his once in a life time opportunity to become even more famous then he was right now. This was different for the Male but sometimes change was good right? And the reason for be one late? You. You were the reason that Chris had been later to this damn interview. This man just couldn’t ever say no to you. You were way too adorable and way too precious for him to ever want to see you go disappointed. The day he made you sad would be the day that he’ll freezes other.

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He’d been rudely awakened by you, his breath takingly beautiful girlfriend, rubbing your pussy up against his thigh. There you were Moaning breathily into his ear, with your eyes still shut tightly. That was the first sign that this wasn’t a willing action. You were most certainly having a wet dream and he’d be dammed if he wasn’t going to let you finish. No instead, the actor just clenched his thigh tightly as he began to rock himself against you for the added pleasure. This was most certainly the best way to be woken up, especially since your bare soaked pussy was pressed firmly against him. Fuck....how did he get so lucky? There you were, moaning deliciously, your back arching ever so slightly, mouth forming a small O shape, eyes shut a little too tightly and all Chris think about was how badly he wanted to wake you up, push you fully onto your back and fuck you into next week. It wasn’t until your breath began to quicken and your moans in his ear began to progessibly get louder that he realised that you were getting closer to that sweet orgasm that he most certainly knew you needed. That was when the Boston boy had finally had enough of just watching you, instead he needed to cum, more specifically he needed to cum inside of your gorgeous cunt.

“Oh no you don’t!” He spoke before quickly moving on top as he very expertly began to yank his boxers off, revealing his aching hard cock. The tip red with need, practically begging to cum. The action alone had been enough to reluctantly shake you from your extremely sinful dream (of course involving Chris pounding into you like the sex god he always was.) oh you were very appreciative of the view that you’d been working up to. There he was, your extremely handsome boyfriend, hovering over you like a predator stalking his pray.

“Chris...” you moaned out as he rubbed the tip of his rock hard cock against your wet folds. “I know baby, I know. Don’t worry I’m here.” He cooed seductively, slowly pushing his cock through your folds before hungrily lining himself up at your entrance and eagerly pushing into you until he was balls deep inside, the most animalistic moan falling from his mouth as he felt your walls flutter around him. Oh how he’d missed feeling how your pussy would wrap so perfectly around his cock, almost as if you were made specifically for him. “Shit princess....you feel so fucking g—go—good around me...miss this feeling” oh you were 100% certain that Chris’s dirty talk was going to be the death of you. What a way to go? Death by being impailed by your extremely sexy boyfriend whilst he dirty talked. No better way to die could exist. No waiting was needed as he began to pound into you. Extremely desperate to get to his release as quickly as he physically could, already knowing that he was of course going to be late today. But he couldn’t care less. How could he think about work whilst his cock was thrusting in and out of you? “C—“ you began but just as you were about to moan out his name, you were rudely interrupted by the hideous sound of Chris’s phone shattering the mood as it continued to vibrate against the hard wood of your bedside table. Really Chris? He couldn’t have just turned his phone off for just one hour? You’d both been so so fucking close to cumming.

Almost as soon as the phone began to vibrate, Chris reluctantly pulled out of your warm entrance. Slowly stretching over to grab his phone, unlocking it to unfortunately see that it was of course his boss calling. Oh fuck this wasn’t going to be a fun experience. “Sorry beautoful I have to take this” the man spoke soothingly now as he placed one apologetic kiss against your lips before pulling away to answer the phone, quickly pulling on a fresh pair of boxers before exiting the room to take his call.

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Looking down at his watch the Male groaned. Fuck. The time read 10:30am. 1 hour. 1 whole fucking hour late for his interview with one of the biggest reporters in America. Yet here he was just sitting in his car, sitting next to his beautoful girlfriend without a care in the world. What the hell was wrong with him? He needed to get out of the car yet right now it was like there was nothing else to do expect be right here with you. His Cock still throbbing against his jeans, begging for at least some sort of contact. Oh what he’d give for you to just wrap your angelic lips around his cock and suck him dry. And if he wasn’t in a car right now that would be exactly what you’d be doing. How was he supposed to sit in a room for a 2 hour interview whilst his cock was practically screaming for attention? Exactly he couldn’t. But then again he couldn’t just ask you to help him and not give you something in return. After all it was the both of you who’d had to suffer a ruined orgasm today. If he was going to ask you to help him out then he needed to be prepared to at least help you out later.

After some heavy convincing on his end the 39 year old actor slowly cleared his throat before finally managing to speak “Y/n...I erm..” he spoke, only managing to get at least three words out before he’d been cut off by your rather confident question. “Do you want a handjob?” Oh now that threw him for a loop. Never had he ever heard his princess speak so boldly about such a sinful act. Of course Chris was extremely shocked but at the same time he was more turned on then ever before. How could he say no to that? Exactly he couldn’t. “Fuck yes..” he spoke, the words coming out more forced then he meant them too as he eagerly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants with a hungry expression in his eyes, before pushing both his pants and boxers down just enough for his cock to spring free from its confinement’s. Okay yeah maybe he was a little too excited for you to touch him. But who could ever blame the poor guy? For an hour now he’d been aching for release, even his own hand wouldn’t satisfy the hunger he had for you. The sight in itself was enough to make you laugh almost a little too loudly “someone’s eager” you commented with a extremely wide smirk on your face. “Shut up....” the male scoffed giving a not so subtle gesture towards the hard on standing tall between his legs. It was now or never.

Almost as if on que, your hand slowly sneaks up to his gorgeous cock, carefully wrapping you much smaller hand around his length. For a couple seconds you didn’t even bother moving your hand at wall, just letting him bask in the glory of having your hand wrapped around him. The thrill of getting caught by almost anyone who passed by the parking lot just adding to the excitement. “Princess...” Chris needily stuttered out as he grasped your wrist, attempting to force your hand to move. “Move your fucking hand! I don’t have enough time for your your pathetic teasing!” This time he growled, startling you slight. However still not moving your hand. But just 20 seconds more of staying completely still, you finally began to painfully slowly jerk your hand up and down his gorgeous length. Causing the Boston boy to buck his hips up into your hand, silently begging you to speed up. After all he really wasn’t joking, there really wasn’t enough time for teasing. Especially if he wanted to keep his life. No time at all could be wasted right now. So after a couple more slow strokes, you quickly began to speed up your pace against his cock, adding a delicious amount of pleasure that he was getting. Oh but when your left hand snuck it’s way to his balls, carefully but roughly squeezing them with just the right amount of pressure that pulled such a gorgeous moan from his lips that sent a shiver down your spine almost every single time.

“Don’t stop.....f—fuck princess....I—I—I’m so fucking...C—close” he growled deliciously whilst ever so sneakily running his hand up and down your thigh, pulling a moan from your throat. This man truly did have a lot of tricks up his sleeves. But he didn’t ever love his hand. That damn tease. You would have of course done the same to him, but given the fact that he had been so desperate for you it would just be cruel on your part. So you continued to jerk him off a whole lot faster then ever before until your sexy boyfriend finally moaned your name loudly as he came.

Like most days, it took him a couple minuets to fully come down from his climax. Making sure to take deep breaths whilst he began to clean himself up as much as possible, before stuffing his now softening cock back into his boxers and once again smartening himself up. Now he could go into that interview feeling satisfied. Although he did feel quite guilty for his previous babygirl who didn’t get to cum. Especially since he could see that you were desperately clentching your thighs together in an attempt to get at least a little bit of relief. “Baby....I wish I could help you out right now...but I’m already way too late.” He spoke with a gentle smile on his face as he placed his hand on your cheek, forcing you to looking at him before he continued “how about this? As soon as we get home I’ll eat that fucking pussy until you cum 3 times and then I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk?” Once again Chris was seductively growling in your ear as you whimpered in agreement. Oh this was going to be one hell of a day and you really couldn’t wait to get home.

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jamielea81 · 5 years

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Just a Simple Lie

Chapter 8

Description: Having worked on small independent films for the better part of a decade, your friend tells you about an opening for a script supervisor with a large studio. Wanting to advance your career, you apply and get an interview. The only downside, they prefer to hire crew who are married. It’s just a simple lie, right?

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, Drinking, Fluff and Angst

A/N: I really love this chapter and hope you guys do too! As always, this fic is simply for fun. I know nothing about the personal lives of the two actors in this series and mean no harm. I am also totally guessing regarding the studio talk. Comments, reblogs, and likes are always welcome.

Word Count: 4,066

Catch up with chapter 7

Everything was packed back into the large storage bins they came in. Your desk was cleaned out and everything in your hotel room was shoved into a suitcase and a duffle bag. Filming had been completed in the Great White North. There were a couple of scenes that needed to be reshot, but that wouldn’t be more than a week. Monica had changed your flights to an earlier time, stating she didn’t want to sit around the worn-out motel room when she could be headed home to sunny skies. This only caused slight panic on your end. You hated being rushed. Sure, you were a last-minute packer, but when it was unofficially part of your job to make sure all wardrobe and set accessories were returning back to the states, it stressed you out.

The plane would be boarding in a matter of minutes and Monica thought now was the perfect time to grab coffee. You on the other hand were digging through your carry-on bag. Joanna had quite the sweet tooth, even more now that she was pregnant. You had picked up a bag of maple candy but of course you couldn’t find it. You phone buzzed in your purse that was on the empty seat next to you. Zipping up your carry-on, you picked up the bag on your left and dug through the bottomless pit that was your purse, finding both the maple candy as well as your phone.

Chris: What are you doing?

Y/N: I can tell you what I’m not doing…sleeping. Relaxing. Sipping a Mai Tai by the pool. But not the pool here at the hotel, but the pool at my apartment complex where it’s a lot warmer.

Chris: 😂😂😂

Chris had flown to Boston for a couple of days since he didn’t have to be back to California for filming for another three days.

Chris: Bet you can’t wait for filming to be done.

Y/N: If you’re asking me today, yes. But I’m sure next week I’ll be missing it.

Chris: Yeah, this was a fun shoot. I’m going to miss everybody. Some more than others.

Y/N: *Turns around to look behind me*

Y/N: Who me?

You could feel your face grow warmer and warmer. Thankfully, Monica hadn’t returned.

Chris: You have to know I care about you.

“Fuck,” you swore.

Chris: Of course, I’m going to miss you.

Miss. Just another point in the “this is temporary” bucket. You’d miss him too. There was no doubt in your mind.

Y/N: I’m going to miss you too.

Y/N: Monica is giving me the evil eye for not paying attention to her. See you back in Cali.

She wasn’t back, but he didn’t have to know that. This conversation was getting to be too much for you. Your resolve was breaking. You shut off your phone just as Monica appeared with two large to go cups and a small plastic bag full of cream capsules and sweeteners.

“Life saver,” you said, grabbing one of the cups.

Reshoots were now complete. Despite your better judgement, you had spent a large amount of time in Chris’ trailer. Purely innocent of course. He wooed you with gourmet coffee and kept you coming back with pastries. All of it better than what was being served by Craft Services. He found a bakery near the studio the day he was back on set for reshoots and just kept going back. Chris was footing the bill, so you really couldn’t complain. It was like the two of you were trying to spend as much time together as possible. Both of you knowing this would probably be it. Chris didn’t have any other projects with Stone Lite and since your contract was with the studio, you wouldn’t be working together any time soon.

The studio did indeed extend your contract for another movie. Monica apparently had the inside scoop as they did want the two of you working together again like she mentioned. The next film was a teen romantic comedy and the only names you had recognized were the two leads that had done a few things for the Disney Channel. You were a closet Disney freak, what could you say?

The wrap party was in two nights and since you were staying on with the studio, you were going. But Chris didn’t need to know that.

“You’re going,” Chris said bumping his elbow into your side.

You were snug between him and Dodger on his trailer’s couch. The sleeping dog’s nose rested slightly on your thigh. The Evans boys needed to learn a thing or two about space.

Shaking your head like a child, you kept your eyes on your phone reading through e-mails about the next film that would start filming in three weeks.

“Don’t shake your head at me. It’s the last time we’ll be together. I mean, um, all of us will be together.”

You looked up, giving him a disinterested stare. You caught his words, but you were trying to keep it together here. “I don’t know. Seems kind of lame. I mean, I see you guys every day.”

“You’re a pain in my ass. You know that?”

“I think I caught that vibe,” you said jabbing him back with your elbow. “Of course, I’m going. My contract got extended. It would look terrible if I didn’t.”

“Plus, me,” he said with a pout.

“And you Christopher.”

The music was blaring. Some C or D list celebrity the studio hired to DJ the party was pumping out early 2000s dance music. You could barely hear Monica who was standing next to you. Everyone was dressed to the nines including yourself. A sparkly black dress Jana threw at you because “I’ll never fit into it again!” she had said dramatically. She acted in high school and college. That was always Ian’s reasoning when she let her emotions take control of the conversation. Her loss was your gain. It hit just at the knees and had cute, puffy cap sleeves. The neckline was cut in a V and showed the tiniest bit of cleavage. Tasteful cleavage as you liked to call it. You would give it back to her at some point after the baby was born. It would sit in the back of your closet after tonight. Besides, it wasn’t like you spent your evenings in fancy Beverly Hills’ hotels every week.

You excused yourself from your small group and wobbled your way to the bar for another drink. The shoes were yours and barely used. Black, sexy leather with a tall skinny heel. You didn’t do heels, but flats just simply wouldn’t do. Not with this dress anyway.

White wine was your drink of choice for the night. You had spent a lot of money on a Lyft to the party and you would do so on the way home too, so you planned to have drinks. But you were not getting wasted. Not in your fancy borrowed dress and most certainly not in these shoes.

You leaned against the polished wood bar, careful not to lean on the parts that were wet with condensation from drinks that were placed on it earlier in the night. The small black clutch was held tightly in your left hand as the fingers on your right drummed to OutKast’s Hey Ya.

An arm was thrown around your shoulders as you felt the weight of a body pushed against you. It was Chris. You could smell the spice of his cologne without even looking.

“Howdy stranger. What’ll it be? I’m buying,” you joked, not sparring him a glance.

“Is that because the studio’s picking up the tab tonight?”

You turned to face him, his arm dropping off of your shoulder. He stepped in closer, your back hitting the bar. He breath fanned against your face, smelling like beer and mint.

Apparently, Mr. Evans likes to pre-game it.

“Maybe so. I tip well though.” You turned back around seeing that your wine glass was waiting for you. You dropped a couple of ones into the large glass picture placed just below the counter top.

“Next round,” he said. “My brother’s grabbing us some drinks.”

“Ah, that elusive brother of yours is here?” you asked.

Chris had talked so much about Scott that you felt like you knew him.

He nodded his head, biting at his lower lip. “You look great by the way.”

You curtsied, which only caused him to laugh. “Not looking so bad yourself, Chris.” But when did he not look better than most? Black dress pants with a black button-down shirt tucked in. A textured black belt around his waist breaking up the full black attire a bit.

His cheeks tinted pink. Looking past you, he waved someone over. Most likely his brother.

“Y/N, this is Scott,” he started before his brother came into view behind you.

Two beers in hand, he walked past you, handing one off to Chris. “Finally. This one never shuts up. I was afraid he’d lost it and you didn’t actually exist.”

“And I feel like we’re already friends. I know your shoe size and favorite restaurant back in Massachusetts.”

“If I didn’t already know my brother blabs about me, I’d think I have a stalker on my hands.” He set his bottle on the bar top and wrapped you in a hug. It took you by surprise for a moment, making you wobble on your feet.

“Good to meet you too Scott,” you chuckled.

He picked up his bottle and pinged it against your glass. “You too!”

“Where’s Travis?” Chris asked, looking around the space, taking a sip from his bottle.

“He’s not here. Working,” you added as an after-thought.

Yeah, I suppose significant others comes to these types of things.

Chris furrowed his brow and gave Scott a look you couldn’t read. The two of them seemed to have a silent conversation while you nervously sipped on your wine.

“We should dance!” Scott blurted, grabbing your mostly full glass from your hand and setting it on the bar. He reached your hand and pulled you to the dance floor. You turned backed to Chris who stayed put, bottle tipped at his lips.

Get Low had just started play over the sound system. Scott held both of your hands in his while he indeed got low to the ground bringing a smile to your lips.

“Come on!” he encouraged.

A giggle erupted out of your mouth that didn’t sound like your own. With your hands still embraced in his, your hips swayed back and forth with you knees bending bringing you close to the floor. You slowly swayed back up only for Scott to start to go down. You were having a blast and you wished that you had met Scott Evans sooner.

The night went on with you successfully dodging the several shot glasses that were handed your way. Your big mouth had gotten you in enough trouble over the course of this shoot when alcohol was involved. You had one additional glass of wine and had already switched to water.

After taking several pictures in the makeshift photobooth with various crew members, you found yourself back on the dance floor. You didn’t have a full range of motion with the shoes you were wearing but you could sway and raise your hands up with the best of them.

Monica, who you didn’t see as much of a dancer, and Maggie, had trapped you in the middle of their makeshift dance circle along with about two dozen or so sweaty bodies. Everyone was letting loose and having a good time, so you let yourself as well.

The Evans brothers joined your intimate group on the dance floor much to Monica’s delight. You were pretty sure you heard her say “thank god” when Chris danced his way to you. The man could move and you had a hard time keeping to the beat of Usher’s Yeah! while your eyes stayed glued to him.

Hollaback came on to a chorus of screams from all the women on the dance floor. You threw your head back with laughter but sang right along with everyone else with one hand in the air.

Few times I've been around that track So it's not just gonna happen like that 'Cause I ain't no hollaback girl I ain't no hollaback girl

Chris left the dance floor a couple of times, each time returning with a new bottle of beer. Disappointment flooded your mind when you remembered this would probably be the last time, you’d see him. You really wanted to just hangout with your friend and talk in one of the booths that lined the back wall. It was quieter over there, but he was having fun and drinking quite a bit.

It was like a junior high dance when half the dance floor disappeared when Aerosmith’s I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing started to play. Maggie, Monica, and you huddled with your arms linked dancing slowly to the music. A strong tug on your arm had you dropping hands with Maggie. Chris reached for it, placing it on his shoulder while his hands went to your waist.

Oh. Oh!

You placed your other hand on his shoulder and looked around the large room as the two of you swayed. This was so much like a school dance except the cute boy had chosen you instead of you finding a seat on the bleachers.

“So, you come here often?” Humor was your distraction of choice.

You were nervous and often used humor as a way to make yourself calm down. You were already sweating from being on the dance floor for over an hour. Being so close to him wasn’t helping.

Chris smiled at you with sleepy eyes. “I’m gonna miss you, you know? Not gonna be the same.” You nodded your head, trying to concentrate on the song rather than the man in front of you. “You’re gonna meet a whole new group of people on your next film and forget all about me.”

You shook your head. “Not possible.”

“Gonna go off and get married. To that kid,” he shook his head and lowered his eyes. He had a barely there smile on his face, but he was sad. There was no mistaking it. “You happy?” he asked, eyes finding yours.

“Ye-yeah. I’m happy, Chris.”

Chris leaned his head forward and kissed your forehead with that soft pouty mouth. You closed your eyes and took a big breath through your nose. You lowered your head so that it rested on his shoulder. This was all too much. It was all over and there was no going back. If you could do it all again, there would be no ring on your finger. No pretend fiancé. You probably wouldn’t have this job, but at least you wouldn’t have this sadness in your heart.

The song ended and you let your arms fall of his shoulder. Someone smacked your butt making you whip around to see a sly smile on Monica’s face.

“Brat!” you yelled.

She put an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close. “You lucky bitch.”

You laughed loudly and hugged her as she pulled you back into the ladies’ dance circle. You turned your head to see Chris leave the dance floor, Scott following after him.

It was late and about half the attendees had already left for the evening. Some of the crew were going to a diner about a block away for food since everyone was mainly drunk and hungry. You hadn’t seen Chris since your impromptu slow dance. He wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye, or at least you didn’t think he would. After searching a bit, you shot him a text telling him about the plans for the diner and to call you. You stepped outside into the chilly evening air, regretting not slipping on a jacket before you left your place. David, his wife, Monica, Joe, Javier, and Maggie were waiting for you.

“Y/N.”

You spun around to see Chris in the opposite direction on the sidewalk, cigarette in his hand. He took a puff of it before throwing it to the ground and blowing the smoke away from you. It surprised you because you’d never actually seen him smoke before.

“Hey,” you said, taking a few steps closer to him. “We’re going to grab something to eat. Want to come with? I sent you a text.” He licked his lips, hands going into his front pockets. He didn’t respond, so you spoke again. “Where’s Scott?”

“He’s inside. He knows some people here.” Chris shook his head. “Can we talk?”

“Uh, yeah. Give me a sec.”

You turned back the other way where your group was huddled. “I’ll meet you there. Save me a seat.”

“You got it,” David said.

Chris waited for you just outside the hotel door. The doorman opened it for you and the two of you stepped inside. The dance music had ended and but there were still plenty of people at the bar in the private room. Chris grabbed your hand and pulled you into a room that was labeled Business Center on the door. He shut the door behind you and turned to face you. He didn’t speak and if you were being honest, you were scared to death. He had drank a lot over the course of the night, but he didn’t seem drunk.

“What did you want to talk about?” you asked hesitantly.

This dress needs pockets.

The urge to hide is strong and you don’t know why. Something just didn’t feel right.

“Why isn’t Travis here, Y/N?”

“I told you, work.”

“That’s bullshit. That’s bullshit, Y/N. It’s late.”

“He’s working on a new script. We understand each other. Work is important to the both of us.”

Chris ran a hand through his hair, messing up the perfectly styled hairdo.

“Are you happy, Y/N?” Before you could respond, he started to speak again. “Cause you don’t seem happy.”

“God Chris. Where is this coming from?” You turned your back to him, crossing your arms.

“Why are you marrying him, Y/N?”

Every time he says your name, it’s like a nail in your heart.

“I love him.” It’s weak and even you know it. “He’s one of my best friends.”

Neither of those things is a lie. Just not the whole truth.

He comes to stand close behind you, but you don’t turn around.

“He’s not right for you. You never talk about him. We filmed for over three months and he only showed up for like two days, Y/N. You never went home to see him when you could have. He never called you or texted you when we were together. And we were together a lot.”

“What do you want me to say Chris?” You turned around to face him and he looked so damn defeated. “Not every couple needs to be together all the time.”

He shook his head. “Don’t marry him, Y/N.” You let out a puff of air, dropping your butt into one of the office rolling chairs, crossing your arms again. “He’s not right for you.”

This is too much. This was supposed to be easy.

“This isn’t fair, Chris. Why are you doing this?”

He dropped his hands onto the chair’s armrests, hovering over you. “I don’t want you to make this big mistake.”

“It’s not that simple. There are things you don’t know.”

Fuck!

He pushed away from you and turned his back.

“I care about you,” he sighed, taking another deep breath. “Does he make you laugh? Do you smile when you think about him?” He turns back around and now you can see that his eyes are glossy. “Don’t marry him.”

“Please don’t do this,” you said softly, dropping your face into your hands.

“You deserve everything.”

Dropping your hands from your face, you stood up and turned away from him again. “Oh, yeah? Why? What do I deserve, Chris?”

“Jesus, Y/N! Can’t you see that I’m crazy about you?” he pleaded.

You turned back around, with your eyes wide. “Chris,” you said softly.

He stepped forward and took your hands in his. “You deserve to be happy. You deserve someone who loves you more than they ever dreamed imaginable. Someone who treats you like the sweet, beautiful, caring woman you are.” He brought your hands to his lips, kissing each one softly. “I want to hear your voice every day. I want to see your smile because when I’m with you, I can only smile. I want to know what you had to eat. What dumb thing David texted you about,” he chuckled. “If not me, you deserve someone who wants all those things from you.”

You couldn’t help yourself. If anyone asked you about it later, you’d say you temporarily gone insane. With you head leaning closer to his, you closed the gap between the two of you and kissed him. It was soft and sweet and over too quickly but the urge to have him stop talking and the urge to feel his lips on yours won over your rational side. You pulled back only to have him place a hand on the back of your head and pull you to him again. His tongue sought entrance as it played at the crease of your lips. You pulled away. This wasn’t fair to him. He had to know the truth.

Tears slowly trailed down your cheeks. Thick, fat tears because of all the wonderful things he’s said about you but also because you’ve been lying to this wonderful man. Chris let go of your right hand and wiped away the tears on your cheeks.

“I’m not,” you started. “I’m not marrying Travis.”

“You’re not?”

You shook your head no. “We’re not together. Can we sit down?” Chris nodded and pulled one of the other rolling chairs over to the one you previously occupied.

“What’s going on, Y/N?” he asked.

“Stone Lite has an odd hiring practice that most people in the industry know about. It’s not anything official because I’m pretty sure they could get into a lot of trouble if it were.” You took a deep breath. “You’re more likely to get hired if you’re married.” Chris furrowed his brow, but he didn’t speak. “So, I wore a ring to my interview and said I was engaged when I was asked. But I’m not.”

“Wow,” he said, eyes wide. He pushed back on the chair, putting a couple of feet between you, but it felt like a mile.

“I didn’t think it would be a big deal. I didn’t expect people to ask so many questions.” You shook your head. “But the hiring practice is true. Monica’s been with the studio for a couple of years, yet I still got to work with you and Keanu.”

“So, what? You were going to just be engaged to Travis forever so you could keep a job?” He sounded angry and you couldn’t fault him.

“No.” You shook your head. “I don’t know. For a while anyway.” He stood up and paced the small space. “I wanted to tell you. I really did.”

“Then why didn’t you? We were friends.”

Were.

“This is my career, Chris. Getting a job here is a big deal. I’ve been floating for years on small projects and don’t get me wrong, I loved those jobs, but they weren’t enough. I was tired of slinging beer and hot wings just to make sure I could make it to the next film.”

He stopped pacing and walked the few feet to reach you. “You could have told me. You should have told me instead of having some guy fly to Canada to pretend to be your fiancé. I trusted you, didn’t you trust me?”

You looked away from him. He was right. You could have told him so many times but you were so worried it would have gotten out. “I just didn’t think this would go so far.” You honestly weren’t sure if you meant the lie, or what was happening between you and Chris. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, still too afraid to look at him.

“Yeah,” he said, sounding defeated. “Me too.”

The sound of the door opening and then closing made you look up. He was gone.

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crystal-moon-101 · 5 years

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My redesigns for this popular trio!

The Secret Generator 10 (Or Celebrity Trio but that doesn’t really work for me because of Zak...) I’ve been meaning to get around to doing this, since I am really fond of these three boys. With Zak and Rex both being part of my top two shows of all time. Sorry Ben....

-Zak Saturday-

He was the most fun working with. His warm colour palette isn’t something I work with often, but I think I did alright. He also as some small details you might notice, like the fangs, eyes and scales.

Notes:

14 Years Old

5′5 (Will only grow to be 5′8. Which confuses him since both sides of his family have very tall genes. Ulraj pokes fun at him, saying all that height is going towards his ‘Kur Form’)

Dead on the inside.

Aggressively Pansexual

His human side has been growing reptilian features. Noticeable fangs, scales growing around his lower neck, around his chest and upper back/shoulders, pure orange eyes with pupils that can become thin slits and a slight forked tongue.

Even also displays some reptile behaviour. E.g, soaking up sunlight on a rock, alert nature, able to stand still as a statue. (He’s done these things since he was young. His parents just thought it was something he picked up from Komodo.)

The light that forms around his eyes when using his powers have darkened the skin around his eyes. (Suggested by my friend)

He is oddly thin and lanky, but it’s often hard to see because of the baggy clothes he wears.

That being said, he’s a lot stronger than you think he is. Can easily lift people twice his size.

Constantly has to get new hair ties. They keep breaking because 1. Every time his powers cause all of his hair to flow, the tie snaps. 2. Working out in the wild, it keeps getting snagged by tree branches or slipping off when he tumbles downhills.

While quiet and casual outside of battles, he will become a lot like his mother on the field.

Has freckles from his maternal side. His mother doesn’t have them, but Doyle does.

Will casually mention his ridiculously and scary adventures like they’re nothing, not because he’s bragging, but because he truly doesn’t understand what normal really is.

So use to being grabbed by the scruff of his shirt that he will always go limp when you grab him like that, much like a baby animal.

While he can act very eerie and strange, he’s a very sweet and understanding guy.

That being said, he can be hella scary when he wants to be.

Don’t mess with his family or he will send an army of Grootslangs to your house.

Still trying to figure out his placement in life and what Kur was really meant to be.

After being taught by his family and uncle, he went to Tsul 'Kalu to be his new mentor.

-Rex Salazar-

I think I changed him the least, but I added extra details and made his shirt, pants and shoes into a one-piece suit. It always baffles me how he can pull off this colour scheme so well.

And while I didn’t draw it here. I would definitely make his pure EVO form a lot smaller. Make him come across more like a monstrous zombie robot thing. The reason why is because those EVO forms he had just felt like they belonged to different shows, like transformers. A more creature design would fit better, I feel.

Notes:

16 Years Old

6′1 (Will grow to be 6′5. Yeeeeeee, he’s a big guy.)

Lady killer~

Best wingman and even offers pretend dates to help you.

Can always hear and feel the technology around him. Strange to everyone else, but he’s learnt to live with it. Even comes in handy when trying to find a good wifi connection.

Knows when to cut the bullcrap.

He does have a bit of a science brain, but he uses it differently than his family had.

Constantly jumping between worlds. Sometimes even tossed by someone.

Talks in his sleep, mostly reciting nanite binary coding.

Lonely lad and child solider, great mix, right?...

Goes all out with holidays. He once, somehow, got real snow in Providence. No one knows how to this day.

Hates lightening.

Has nearly called Holiday and Six mum and dad multiple times.

Has a lot more abilities he has yet to discover. (Including turning people EVO.)

Never asked for any of this, but, eh, what ya gonna do

Is always overexcited when doing normal things. (Werids out Noah a lottt.)

You’re endangered if he decided to use his full raw power. (Key signs to look out for is a large amount of circuit patterns covering him, glowing eyes, tips of his hair glowing too, sharp metal growths and technology around you flashing like crazy.)

Loves Imagine Dragon.

Sharp eyelashes.

Just wants hugs, give him hugs!

Always frustrated when someone from his past tries talking to him about the past. Sometimes he wonders if people forget.

Skilled drawer and smooth singer.

Has an EVO pet (Her name is Siri, Btw)

Some have compared him to being a living, breathing nanite.

Eager to have family game nights! “Poker doesn’t count, Bobo...”

Once had a malfunction, his whole body was out of wack. (Noah laughs about it and even has some recordings, much to Rex’s dismay.)

Has a civilian outfit that Noah put together. (He refuses to take off his goggles, however.)

-Ben Tennyson-

Now, I already made a redesign for him, along with Gwen, Julie and Kevin (Both for teen and kid versions). I used the same look, just adjusted some details and colours.

Notes:

15 Years Old

5′9 (And he stays that height. He peaked in height very young, but stop growing quickly. This does annoy him.)

Dumbass with bad impulse control.

Even he’s confused by how he keeps attracting women.

Had a rather lonely childhood with many bullies. (It’s why he often seeks attention, he’s afraid of being alone and forgotten again.)

It’s also what made him jealous of Gwen when they were young. Most treated her like the better of the two.

Pretty crap at sharing his feelings. He would rather play it off as a jerk, then go and drown himself in smoothies...

A secret momma’s boy. “Benny Bear” As his mother likes to call him.

Has an interesting dynamic with Azmuth. Despite their arguments, they balance each other well. Others have even seen them taking care of each other (Almost like father and son), but the pair will always deny this and say it’s ‘strictly’ professional.

Surprisingly great with kids. (This was truly noticed when seen around his 14 baby chills.)

In the future, he will have a nasty wound on the battlefield, which will result in the Omnitrix becoming his new arm and merging with him.

When he takes thing seriously, you know shits going down!

Has a german shepherd name Boston.

Likes to call Vilgax ‘Calamari’.

Has grown to be close to most Tennyson members. (E.G Camille, who was actually his babysitter after she joined the family.)

He doesn’t like peacocks after...an incident at the zoo. His mother still apologizes to this day.

Decent singer and very skilled at the guitar.

Has picked up combat moves from Tetrax.

Has always felt like he’s nothing without the watch. Others have said otherwise.

He knows how to speak certain alien languages, Galvan being one of them.

His schedule is a nightmare, because something is always popping up that involves him. This means he sometimes forgets to eat, sleep or even wash. It’s why he’s often caught napping.

Sometimes wonders if he’s human or alien at this point, maybe something else entirely.

Very soft poofy hair.

Is hated by almost all his villains. He just loves pissing them off.

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lethimrunsonia · 4 years

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I was tagged by @blueeyedrichie and @ull-float-too thank you all so much! <3333 I love you both!

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag some of your favourite authors

all of these except like one or two are rated explicit btw, These are in tandem with @kitchen-witch-bitch and I gave up and didn’t do 20 LMAO I did 11 and got bored I’m sorry

Reddie First Time/ Part of AU / reddie

Richie pulled the moving van full of not only his and Eddie's things, but also Ben and Bev's, into the parking spot of a moderately nice hotel in Boston. It was cold, and even with the heater on, Richie was shivering a bit. Eddie let out a tiny snore and Richie melted, staring at his boyfriend's eyelashes and dimples. They were halfway to New York City, halfway to a new life where they'd never have to hide again.

untitled/ Part of AU / bevchie

Richie definitely had a Bev meter, and it had many gadgets and charts, so he knew what Bev needed when she needed it.

She had been snippy with everyone, and Eddie had offered that everyone should just leave her be. Maybe if she has said she needed to be alone, he’d agree. But Bev had instead just been atrociously grumpy.

untitled/ Part of AU / Reddbrough (Richie/Eddie/Bill)

“You little brat,” Eddie shouted, skidding across the wooden floor and dashing after Bill, who, Richie thought morosely, was doomed because Eddie was muscular and still liked to run and Bill liked to punch the punching bag in the garage. He lazily followed his boys into their room where Bill was on one side of the mattress, and Eddie cornered him on the other. “You little shit, I’m gonna—“

“What, tickle me? Kiss me?” Bill shouted, obviously delighted and jumpy.

untitled/ Part of AU / stenbrough

Bill didn't bother with bringing in his suitcases--the bags from his two week trip could wait until he wasn't so tired he was ready to fall over, or so hungry his tummy was growling like a fucking bear. He grabbed his backpack (couldn't just leave his laptop in the car, could he?) and took the steps two at a time until he was inside, shoving his backpack in his cubby and making a beeline for Stan.

Warmth / Part of AU / steddie

Eddie couldn't believe his luck. He was home at the same time Stan was, at a decent hour, when they were both wide awake and happy. They'd spent the evening together making dinner and desserts (Eddie may or may not have gotten flour on Stan's nose on purpose, but come on, Stan was just so precious and Eddie wanted to see it, okay?) and now they were settled on the couch, with Eddie curled up on Stan's lap as they watched cute animal videos on the discovery channel.

untitled / Part of AU / trashstack

Ben was normally very good at waiting for opportunities to strike and then seizing them. Rarely did he force situations to occur. But he had a mighty need. He was about to force a...situation. Ben knew that the first thing Richie would want to do when he got home from his meeting was plop into bed, and Ben, he guessed, would allow that. But it would be his bed. Stan had been more than willing to spend the night with Bill and Eddie, who had been delighted to welcome him into their giant bed that Ben was only slightly jealous of.

untitled / Part of AU / kaspbrough

Eddie stared at question 47 until he was sure there was a mistake because the answer he was supposed to get for this math homework was just...not happening. He heard Bill rustle around the doorway, and when Eddie perked up and looked at him, he saw him get shy and start to shift away. “Oh, don’t go, pretty Billy.” He cooed after him, pushing his chair back roughly, only vaguely wincing at the screech of the wood. “You came to visit me? Say hello?”

untitled fic / Part of AU / stanscom

He had no idea what time it was when he started to pull out another big sheet of paper for a new project because, well, he was on a roll, may as well. A gentle throat clearing startled him, causing him to spin around from his spot at his and Stan’s shared desk that sat in front of the window in their room.

"Oh, hey baby," he said, giving Stan a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "I didn't know you were home. Come here?"

Stan’s eyebrow raised towards the ceiling. “Hey baby, you missed dinner,” he said, looking partially worried and partly soft. “Finally felt a little better, birdie?” He glanced at the paper in his boyfriend’s hands and clicked his tongue in disagreement. “Honey...you’ve done more than enough today,” he tried coming up to Ben and saddling up next to him.

untitled / Part of AU/ stozier

Stan stomped up the stairs and down the hallway, about ready to either jump Richie's bones or throttle him for introducing Bill to this, without telling Stan he wanted it. He threw open Richie's door and slammed it shut behind him, locking it before turning around and crossing his arms.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Were the first words out of Stan's mouth, quickly followed by, "Bill told me! Bill! And you didn't!"

untitled / Part of AU / hanbrough

Bill wandered into the living room, rubbing at his eyes. He had been in front of the computer for hours, and when he was finally so hungry he could no longer stand it, he decided to hunt for something to eat. He waved at Mike and was going to go into the kitchen, but something stopped him. Mike didn't look okay. Bill frowned and changed direction, padding over to Mike and plopping into his lap. "What's the matter, Mikey?"

Six Different Ways / complete / Poly!Losers

Queen Bee: Hi loves

Queen Bee: I'm most definitely not ordering hair dye online to quarantine dye my hair

Queen Bee: January Embers? Yall ain't met her

untitled / Part of AU / Marshalon (Mike and Bev)

Beverly, as it turned out, really liked topping. And Eddie had told her something very interesting after she pegged him for the first time--dropped a hint that Mike might like this, too.

So when Mike came home with a look on his face that very obviously gave away the bad day he had, she decided now was as good a time as any.

"Hey, baby." She said softly as he plopped onto the couch next to her. She moved so she was in his lap, straddling him. "You okay?" She asked, giving him a sweet kiss hello.

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smkkbert · 4 years

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Time for a story - The Candidate

“Sit.”

Immediately, Hawk sat down. His eyes were completely focused on Felicity, his ears turned forward. He was just waiting for the next command.

“Down.”

Still completely focused on her, Hawk lay down. His muscles were tense, read to jump up if she told him to.

“Up.”

He got up, making Felicity smile.

“And back up.”

Hawk went backwards a couple of steps before he stopped.

“Here.”

The moment Felicity reached out her hand, Hawk was already there. He pushed his cold nose against the palm of her hand and sat down. Continuing to hold her hand stretched out, she lifted her arm, so her hand was a little higher than her head.

“Touch.”

Hawk jumped up and touched the palm of her hand with his nose once more. As soon as his paws were back on the ground, he sat down there and looked at her with vigilant eyes.

“Spin right.”

Hawk did before he looked at her once more, once again ready to do whatever she asked of him. The posture of his body showed that he already knew what she was going to suggest next.

“Spin left.”

Again, he followed her order immediately before he sat down right in front of her. He was so eager to learn and so willing to please. He always was, and it was a joy watching every time.

“Roll over.”

With a noise that sounded like a potato bag dropping to the floor, Hawk lay down and rolled himself over. He didn’t even have to interrupt the fluent movement and sit back up in front of her.

“Speak.”

Hawk barked. Loudly.

“Shake paw.”

Hawk was so eager that he was lifting both of his front paws at the same time, putting them into Felicity’s hand.

„Beg.“

He got up on his hindlegs and lifted both of his paws.

“Pang.”

Felicity aimed a finger gun at him and pretended to pull the trigger. With a loud whine, Hawk fell back and staid on the floor unmoving.

“And now kiss.”

Hawk’s legs were struggling in the air for a moment before he managed to turn back onto his stomach and get up onto his feet. He waited until Felicity had bowed down towards him and licked her face. She chuckled, moving her fingers through his soft fur.

“Good boy.”

Not only Hawk’s tail, but his entire body was waggling from all the joy. He loved to do what was asked of him because he loved if Felicity, Oliver and the kids were proud of him. It was the one thing he really wanted. She pulled him closer and kissed the top of his head. He really was such a good boy, the best of all.

Hawk had been a part of this family for one and a half years now. Compared to the time the family had existed, Hawk was still a relatively new addition to it. Still, the family was unimaginable without him now.

Felicity was still petting Hawk when Emily came in, her usual clipboard pushed under her arm. She smiled at the sight of her boss being so natural and soft when she was talking to her dog.

“Is the next candidate already there?” Felicity asked and glanced at her watch. “I lost track of time completely.”

Emily smiled, her arm tightening around her clipboard when she said, “We all would do if we were playing with Hawk.”

Hawk walked over to her like he had understood every word and snuggled around her legs like a cat. Emily chuckled and petted him which filled him with joy visibly. He just loved being petted by everyone that was friends with his family.

“How did the last job interviews go?” Emily asked. “Is there anyone promising?”

“Kind of.” Felicity shrugged her shoulders. “I am just not really convinced.”

“Too mainstream?”

“Kind of, yes.”

Emily nodded her head. She had been working for Felicity long enough to know what she meant. Felicity was never aiming to hire to the ordinary guys. She always wanted more, preferably someone with an extraordinary background or someone who had trouble to be hired. Those people often thought outside of the box which brought some great new perspective to the company. At the same time, she liked to know that she had given someone a chance that usually had trouble finding a job for whatever reason.

“Well, the next candidate might be what you are looking for then.” Emily shot a brief glance at her clipboard. “Her name is Anahira Ngata.”

Felicity nodded her head and smiled. If Emily thought that she was a good fit, she was sure that it was true. Emily just knew exactly what Felicity was looking for.

While Emily was leaving the office, Felicity looked at Hawk. She nodded to his dog basket that she had put in front of the large windowfront.

“Into your bed.”

Immediately, Hawk hurried over to his basket and lay down there. His head came to rest on the edge of the basket. Although he looked relaxed, his ears stayed turned forwards. He was still alarmed.

When Felicity turned towards the door, the new candidate was already coming in. As soon as Felicity saw her, the candidate’s cheeks turned red from a slight blush. Something told Felicity that it had something to do with the baby carriage she was pushing into the office in front of her.

“Ms. Ngata?”

“Yes,” she replied, shaking the hand Felicity reached out for her, “it’s a pleasure to meet you Ms. Smoak- I mean Mrs. Queen. I’m sorry. I have been a fan of your work for so long and-“

“It’s fine,” Felicity interrupted her softly, smiling at her, before she turned her gaze towards the sleeping baby in the baby carriage, “and who do we have here?”

“Kai, my son.” Ms. Ngata turned visibly calming at the sight of her sleeping baby. “My mom takes care of him usually, but she got sick overnight, and I couldn’t find someone else to take him for the job interview, so I didn’t know what to do with him and, I don’t know, I guessed my only real possibility was taking him with me.”

That was definitely the thing that made her the most nervous. Felicity got that. Whenever she had gone to job interviews, she had been incredibly nervous. This branch was a particularly tough one, all the more for women. Getting into a male-dominated area of work was hard enough for a woman. Being a mother that had to bring her child to the first day of meeting a possible new job was even harder.

At least it was that way with most bosses. Felicity was different though. With two steps, she reached her desk and grabbed a photo from it. She shot a glance at it first before she showed it to Ms. Ngata.

„This,“ she said, lifting the photo for her to see, “is my family. I had trouble with childcare a lot of times too. I always just took my kids with me to work, just like my husband did. I brought our youngest family member with me today too.”

When Ms. Ngata perked up her eyebrows, Felicity nodded towards Hawk. As soon as all eyes were directed at him, his tail started waggling against the floor, creating a patting sound.

“Sweet.”

“Oh, he is.” Felicity smiled at Hawk briefly before she gestured to the chair in front of the desk. “Please sit down. Can I offer you something to drink?”

“No, thanks. I am so nervous, I wouldn’t get anything down.”

Felicity shot her a sympathetic smile and sat down in the soft leather chair behind her table. Emily had been right. She already liked Ms. Ngata.

“So, tell me about you.”

Ms. Ngata sucked in a deep breath before she replied, “I have studied biomedical engineering at Boston University. While studying, I have also been working in the research group of Professor Doctor Buyeo.”

Felicity smiled as the name Professor Doctor Buyeo was very familiar to her. The ambitious woman, who had come to the U.S. from Korea as a child, had been actively supporting the development of the biochips. She had also been the first doctor to ever implement a biochip.

“So, you have kind of worked for Queen Incorporated already.”

“Kind of, yes,” Ms. Ngata replied with a chuckle, “I guess.”

“Why did you choose that field of work?”

“You mean those nerve-stimulators?”

“Or biomedical engineering in general,” Felicity replied with a slight shrug of her shoulder, “you can choose.”

Ms. Ngata continued to look at Felicity for a moment before she lowered her gaze to her hands. She seemed unsure how to answer that question which only made Felicity nosier. She knew that the answers her candidates had to think about for a moment were the ones that were the most honest. Hence, they were also the ones that helped Felicity the most.

When Ms. Ngata lifted her gaze to Felicity again, she could see that she was still struggling. With a deep intake of breath, she seemed to have decided on answering with exactly what was on her mind right now.

„I am a very faithful person,” she explained, “and I believe in a good and fair god.”

Felicity nodded her head slightly. She could follow so far. Felicity was a very faithful person, too. Maybe she didn’t practice her religion as much as she should do, but she did believe in God, and she believed that, ultimately, he made the right decisions. Despite everything she had seen in her life and suffered through herself, she still believed that there was a God that actually meant well with them.

“However,” Ms. Ngata continued after a moment, “I also know that a lot of people are suffering. Babies are born with disabilities. Accidents and diseases cause problems to people too. Some people might still believe that God had his own plans and people shouldn’t interfere, but I don’t agree with that.”

Felicity narrowed her eyes slightly, looking at the woman in front of her thoroughly. She was already excited to hear the rest of this. Just like Emily had said before, Felicity liked to hire people who were able to think outside of the box.

“I think that God wouldn’t have given us the possibility of developing such things as bio-stimulants or abortions or even different kinds of surgery if he hadn’t wanted us to use them.” She smiled the smile of a woman that had been derided for her beliefs a lot of times. “There is so much bad in the world. If we assume that god created all of that, why wouldn’t he be the one to create all the good too? Why wouldn’t he give us the tools to try and make some of the things better?”

Felicity nodded her head slowly. “I like that way of thinking. It sounds nice.”

“It was my way of still believing in God when I realized how cruel this world could be.” Ms. Ngata sighed. “I thought it was a better way of dealing with it than just giving up on everything.”

Again, Felicity nodded her head. “Sounds about right.”

“Well, once I realized that, I figured that I wanted to be part of that. I wanted to help finding the right tools to help people that felt like their lives could improve if only the right technic was invented.”

“But why not medicine?” Felicity asked. “I mean if someone-“

When the baby started crying, Ms. Ngata pushed the baby carriage back and forth a little bit more quickly. She smiled at Felicity, asking her to go on without really saying the words, but Felicity could see how nervous she was.

“Most people who want to help others,” Felicity continued eventually over the cries of the baby, “think about medicine first. Why biomedical engineering?”

“Compared to medicine, it’s still a relatively new field,” she replied, shooting a nervous look towards her baby boy when his cries grew even more desperate, “and I just thought- I-“

Ms. Nagata looked from Felicity to her baby where her gaze stayed. Felicity could see the struggle she was going through, and she could see her making her decision – the wrong decision if you asked Felicity.

“I think we should end the conversation here,” she said, “I shouldn’t have wasted your time. Coming here with Kai has been the wrong decision from the start, and I-“

Felicity got up, shaking her head. She didn’t agree with any of what she was saying. It hadn’t been a mistake that she had come here. Actually, Felicity got a feeling that she was quite right here.

With a couple of steps, Felicity walked around the desk and looked at the crying baby in the baby carriage. Her kids might be quite some time older than Kai, but Felicity knew that she wouldn’t ever forget what it felt like to hold such a small baby in your arms. Kai wasn’t older than four months. He was still so tiny.

“Do you mind if I-“

Felicity looked from the crying baby to the mother, pointing a finger at the tiny human being that continued crying.

“No,” Ms. Ngata replied quickly, “of course not, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to-“

“Not want to?” With a chuckle, Felicity lifted Kai from the baby carriage and rested him against her chest. His head came to rest on her shoulder, and she leaned her face against his head. “Who couldn’t want to hold this beautiful baby?”

Felicity leaned her torso back a little, making sure the baby was safely tugged against her. Her right hand moved under his butt then, and her left hand tugged at the hem of the baby’s shirt. His cried grew quieter, so Felicity rubbed her hand over his back and went up and down with him. It seemed like Kai hadn’t been hungry at all. He had just wanted or needed some attention.

“My kids are all older, but it really doesn’t feel like it’s been years since my youngest was at that age,” Felicity said, almost missing the days when her kids were that small for a moment, but she didn’t allow this thought to go any deeper, “anyway, I think this will allow us to continue our conversation a little longer. That is, if you want to.”

Ms. Ngata seemed unsure what to say about this. Looking at her baby boy, who had almost fallen back asleep in Felicity’s arms, she seemed to be relieved that she still got a chance.

While Felicity was walking up and down in the office, alternating between rubbing her hand over Kai’s back and patting her fingertips against it, Felicity continued to interview Ms. Ngata for the job. Admittedly, at this point, it was less of trying to figure out if she wanted to hire her and more of trying to confirm that her decision had been the right one.

It was safe to say that Anahira Ngata was very passionate about her job. She loved what she was doing, and she did it because she was convinced that she could do some good in the world. In addition to that, she was also very skilled and willed to learn more if she realized that she was pushed to her limits. She was persistent, patient and strong. She wasn’t unsettled easily, and she could deal with a bunch of work.

Emily had been right when she had said that Felicity would like her because Felicity really did. She liked women that managed to make something out of themselves, women that came from rather poor or uneducated families and still decided to work their asses off, so they could graduate from college, study at colleges or universities and have jobs that were usually saved for men. If they decided that they didn’t want to give away their chance at a family of their own despite aiming for a better job.

“So, one last question, if you allow?” Felicity asked eventually.

“Sure.”

“Would you like me to book you a place in our in-house daycare?”

Ms. Ngata perked up her eyebrows. “There is an in-house daycare?”

“Yes.” Felicity smiled proudly, knowing that it was still relatively rare for most bigger companies around here. “I built it a couple of years ago when I realized how easily you could get in trouble with trying to find someone to take care of your kid when it was needed. I have always allowed and still see no problem in bringing your kid to work if that is necessary and if safety measures allow it. If possible, I also have no problem with parents working from home. All those options are still available even since I have opened the daycare.”

“Are your kids in that daycare too?”

“No,” Felicity replied with a smile, “they would be if I hadn’t hired a wonderful woman that has helped raising my husband already. She is part of the family and like the second grandmother they never got to know. I could never put her out of her job, and she likes to have the kids around.”

Ms. Ngata nodded her head slowly before she smiled. “If I get a job here, I would be more than happy if Kai could get a place at daycare. That is if you hire me of course.”

“I will hire you.”

The simple statement made Ms. Ngata’s eyebrows perk up. She seemed to be surprised about the fact that she was already hired.

“Don’t you have to discuss that with the head of HR or the board or anything?”

Felicity waved it off. “They always agree to my decisions because they know that I have never made a wrong choice. If you want to, you can sign the papers right now. Or maybe you want to read them through thoroughly which is absolutely okay too. If you ask my assistant Emily to just give you the papers, you can read them at home, and we can talk about them after the weekend.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Just say that you will think about the offer.”

“Of course I will. I probably won’t be able to think about anything else than this offer. It’s like a dream come true.”

“I am happy to hear that.” Felicity stepped in front of the woman that was hopefully going to be her newest employee and offered her hand to her. “I hope to be able to welcome you on board of this crazy ship soon.”

“The chances are good.”

Ms. Ngata took Felicity’s hand and shook it. Felicity was sure that she had enough knowledge of people to know that she wasn’t lying. She really wanted to think about this offer, and she was currently tending towards agreeing to it.

Once they had continued to shake hands, Felicity waited for Ms. Ngata to say goodbye. She was just looking at her though, almost like she was waiting for Felicity to say something more.

“Like I said,” Felicity said almost a little awkwardly, “Emily will give you the papers. If you just call me on Monday. We will find an appointment to sign the papers and talk about them if there are any open questions.”

“Sounds great.”

Again, Ms. Ngata shook her head, but she continued to look at Felicity. When the latter frowned slightly, the candidate shook her head and gestured towards Felicity’s shoulder.

“My baby?”

Following the direction of the gesture, Felicity looked down at the tiny human being that was resting against her shoulder. Only now she realized that Kai was still sleeping in her arms.

“Oh my god,” she said quickly, “of course.”

She put the baby back into the arms of her mother. She really couldn’t say how she could have forgotten that she was still holding a baby in her arms. Maybe she had been too flashed by the idea of hiring this woman. Felicity just already knew that she was going to be a great addition to the company.

“Goodbye then, Mrs. Queen.”

“Ms. Ngata.”

This was all going to work out great. Felicity just knew it, and she really was never ever wrong when it came to her employees. She had like a sixth sense for choosing them.

* * *

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O = Oral | Evanstan

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Evanstan Head Canon Game - A to Z (NSFW): O = Oral

Because Chris Evans deserves some good oral on his birthday (even if it’s technically a little late)

Chris finds out pretty quickly when he and Seb first start to fool around that he loves sucking cock-- or Sebastian’s cock, at least. I think that happens the very first time they hook up, before they’ve even begun to actually explore a dynamic, when Chris is so overcome with a level of lust and wanting like he’s never experienced before that he just sinks to his knees in Seb’s trailer without even thinking twice about the fact that he’s about to put another man’s dick in his mouth. He does it, and he loves it-- and he’s pretty bad at it but Seb is a good and patient teacher and he helps Chris figure it out. Chris is a quick learner in everything he does.

“Gonna come, sweet boy? Gonna let me swallow you up?”

And then I think that Chris finds out during the CA:CW press tour, when he and Seb take their fooling around up to something more, that what he loves even more than sucking Seb’s cock is eating Seb’s ass. He’d been thinking about doing that for a good long while in the time he’s been away from Seb since filming wrapped, thought about it with his hand on his own cock while his brain reeled through all the dirty things that the two of them had already done together and the things that Chris still wanted to do. So when he finally gets Seb alone again and naked and pinned face-down to a hotel bed Chris makes a point to run his mouth over every bit of skin on Seb’s body, saving his pretty pink hole for last. This he’s a natural at, and he makes Seb shoot onto the sheets that night with just his tongue and his lewd slurping noises and the friction from his beard, with help from a couple of fingers.

“Fuck, baby, taste so good. Knew you would. M’gonna come in this hole later, get it even more wet for you, like you asked. Gonna lick myself out of it after-- yeah? You like the sound ‘a that?”

For Sebastian’s part, Chris has never in his life gotten his dick sucked so damn good. Seb swallows cock like it’s what he was put on this earth to do and he does with zeal, makes Chris get loud and vocal every time, makes him want heap on the praise--

“Yeah, sugar, fuck you’re so good. So good for me, take my cock down your throat so well. Gonna let me fuck your face tonight, sweetie? Huh? Gonna open wide and let go, lemme take over? There you go, fuck yes, just take it for me. Jus’ take it.”

But I think it’s not until after Chris and Seb have admitted their feelings and decided that they’re just gonna be each other’s now that Chris Evans gets his first ever rim job. I think it happens on his birthday one year, and it’s not something Chris sees coming.

They go out with Chris’s Boston friends to a bar where they have a good time, and Seb keeps leaning over all night to whisper into Chris’s ear all the things he’s going to let Chris do to him, running his hands along Chris’s thigh and even up across his denim-clad cock when no one is looking, getting Chris wound up and worked up and ready to fuck Seb the second they get home and walk through the door

By the time their clothes are off Chris is acting fucking feral, a little loose from the drinks, just trying to find the quickest way to get his cock inside Seb and groaning at the delicious way that Seb’s sinful mouth feels running all over his skin when he surprises Chris by pushing him onto his back and climbing on top

“Wanna get my mouth on you,” he whispers into Chris’s ear, like it’s a secret, and maybe Chris was about five seconds from fucking Seb clear through the mattress but it’s his fucking birthday, okay? Maybe he’s usually the one in charge when they’re in bed but he’s feelin’ pretty floozy from the liquor and he’s not going to turn down an opportunity to be on the receiving end of one of his boyfriend’s legendary blowjobs if that’s what his baby wants to give him

He moans and lets his head rest on the pillow as Seb kisses down his body, biting and sucking at his nipples for a little bit because they’d both discovered how much Chris likes that years ago, before Seb gets to his rock-hard cock and gives the head a few kitten licks, gives the shaft one clean swipe, gives his balls a sweet nuzzle… and then keeps going

Chris’s groan probably about splits the room in half when he realizes what Seb is about to do, and it doesn’t matter that they’ve never gone further before with Chris and assplay than Seb fingerbanging him a little bit because Chris’s blood is warm and his body is on board with this, his legs immediately opening wider and knees bending of their own accord to give Seb better access as his wet lips trail down his perineum

Seb has to laugh a little at the eagerness Chris shows but he’s happy about it, knew that the alcohol would let Chris loosen the reins a little and not second-guess himself about how much he wants this

When Seb presses that first teasing lick to Chris’s rim Chris moans like a goddamn whore, shoots his hands down to wrap his fingers through Seb’s hair and urge him on, and then when the teasing turns to hot laps and obscene slurping noises against his hole Chris just starts babbling

“Jesus Christ, Seb, fuck!” and “damn, baby, use that tongue, fuckin’ lick me,” and then he’s probably giggling a little, too, pulling Seb’s head into his ass and “mm, yeah-- c’mon, yeah, gimme kisses there sweetheart, baby, oh, jus’ like that”

And Seb hasn’t gotten to do this to anyone in a really long time so he’s actually forgotten just how much he loves this, makes a note in his head to do this more often when Chris will let him

When Seb’s mouth wanders back up to suck on Chris’s balls for a minute Chris can’t stop his own hand from wrapping around his cock, giving himself a few wild pumps while Seb presses a wet knuckle against the fleshy mound of his perineum and pulses Chris’s prostate from the outside

Seb looks up at Chris over the action of his big hand jerking his cock and makes eye contact, lets Chris see him stick two fingers into his mouth and get them slick so he can show Chris exactly what he plans on doing to his ass next-- but then Chris’s shout is surprising them both and his cock is shooting all over his stomach and a little on his own chin, striping up his skin with white while his hand continues to pump frantically until there’s nothing left

Sebastian can do nothing but watch the entire thing in awe

I’m pretty sure that Chris just needs a minute afterwards, so Seb situates himself in Chris’s arms while he watches his boyfriend try to stitch his brain back together. They’ve both got stupid smiles on their faces the whole time. Chris lets out helpless little laughing noises every now and then while he’s mentally reviewing what the hell just went down.

Eventually Chris gathers his wits enough to scoop Seb up into his arms and kiss the hell out of him (neither of them ever care about whose mouth has been where when they’re fucking), and Sebastian lets himself be kissed and kissed and kissed until Chris is starting to grow tipsy-sleepy, and he doesn’t even care about his own erection for the moment. He gives Chris one final, smacking kiss to his cheek and whispers into his ear:

“Happy birthday, baby.”

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How to Make a Family Sequel/Interludes

Bryce x MC

Companion piece to this fic

Word Count: 2500

A/N: I’m in such a Bryce x MC mood lately. Can’t wait until Open Heart finally returns on 2-29. Just some random fluffy scenes.

Bryce rushes around their townhouse, grabbing his keys off the counter before hastily preparing a lunch to take with him to the hospital. He pats his pockets, searching for his phone but comes up with nothing. “Babe? Can you call my phone?” He calls out to Casey in the living room.

Casey pauses the episode of ‘The Real Housewives of Atlanta’ she was watching. Trash reality TV is her guilty pleasure when she has a day off without Bryce. When they both have the day off together, they tend to do something like a stroll through Harvard or MIT, followed by lunch at a restaurant they haven’t been to. Or on a more active day, something like indoor rock climbing and a movie.

She reaches for her own phone off the coffee table, and dials Bryce’s number from her recent contacts list. She can faintly hear it ringing from upstairs. “Can you grab it, please?” Bryce asks, slathering mustard onto a sandwich.

Casey jogs up the stairs two at a time, following the jingle from the still ringing phone. The jingle leads her to the master bathroom, where Bryce’s phone sits on the countertop by the sink. ‘Light of my life. Mother of my child’ reads the contact info. Casey’s lips upturn into a smile at the sweet words.

She hurries back down the stairs, slipping the phone into Bryce’s back pocket as he chops carrots for a salad. She wraps her arms around him from behind in a hug. “Center of my universe. The man whose sperm fertilized my egg in our surrogate’s womb.” She greets cheekily.

She peers around to look at him. He looks confused for a second before it dawns on him. “Oh. You saw your new contact information. I should have known you would tease me. You’re such a bully.” Bryce taunts, but he’s smiling.

“Am I really the light of your life?” Casey asks.

“I think I actually like center of my universe better. I might steal that from you.” Bryce retorts. He turns to face her, wrapping her up in his strong arms. “Am I really the center of your universe?” He questions.

Casey pretends to think about it, waiting several moments before answering. “For now. Once our baby is born though, you might get deposed.”

Bryce laughs, dropping a kiss to the top of her head. “That’s fair. I guess I better enjoy the next seven months at the top. Just so you know though, you’re always going to be the light of my life. Things are going to be crazy between work and a new baby, but I’m going to make sure we don’t put us on the back burner. I’m always going to prioritize my relationship with you, the mother of my child.” He insists.

Casey pouts. “Well, now you made me feel bad for my answer.”

Bryce winks, and then leans down to kiss her soundly. “You can make it up to me when I get home.” He whispers seductively when he pulls away.

...

“I feel kind of ridiculous.” Casey admits as the photographer sets up, shifting uncomfortably.

“Well, you look beautiful.” Bryce insists.

“Yeah right, I look like I’m ready to pop.” Casey complains, looking down at her very pregnant belly. After struggling so much to get pregnant, she feels like she should be enjoying every moment, but honestly, she hates it.

She’s uncomfortable, all the time. The twins love to be on her bladder, so Casey feels like she spends half the day peeing. She’s exhausted, and everything hurts. She was forced to go on maternity leave when walking around the hospital all day just become way too much for her back. And worst of all, she suddenly has an aversion to her favorite food, Mexican. She’s never getting pregnant again. She’s definitely a fan of the surrogacy route that blessed them with their son, Eric.

This is why she thought maternity photos would be a good idea. This was going to be her only chance to get them. Since she’s not currently working, that left plenty of time for Pinteresting. After weeks of research, Casey decided to go with the artistic half nude maternity shoot angle.

“Okay, I’m ready when you are.” The photographer informs the couple, aiming her camera towards them.

Casey slowly lowers the sheet she had wrapped around her whole body so it just covers her from the waist down. The photographer directs them into the first pose, Bryce standing behind Casey, cupping her breasts to keep them covered while she rests her hands on her belly.

“Ow Bryce!” Casey complains when he cups her very sensitive breasts.

“Casey, I’m barely touching you.” Bryce insists, tone wary since basically anything can set her off now-a-days with the pregnancy hormones.

“Well, they hurt!” Casey retorts, knocking his hands away. “I’ll hold them.” She decides.

Bryce lowers his hands to rest on her belly instead. “Where are you even planning on putting this photo? You half nude over our fireplace?” Bryce wonders aloud.

Hmm…Casey hadn’t actually thought that far ahead. She’d actually be very uncomfortable with anyone who came into their home seeing these photos.

She shrugs. “Maybe I’ll use it as our Christmas card. For close friends. And some family. But not either or our parents.”

…

Bryce quietly closes the door behind him when he enters their house in the Boston suburbs. He managed to get on an earlier standby flight from the surgical conference in San Diego, but that resulted in him getting back at 12:30 AM Eastern Standard time.

He quietly climbs the stairs to their bedroom, navigating to the master bathroom without flipping on the bedroom lights. After a quick shower, Bryce wraps a towel around his waist and silently re-enters the bedroom.

Eric is asleep on Bryce’s side of the bed, star fished out leaving Casey fairly minimal room beside him. Bryce smiles and shakes his head with a chuckle. So much for them getting strict on getting the three-year-old to sleep in his own bed.

Bryce gently nudges Casey over and slips into the bed behind her. She stirs, “Bryce?” She calls out quietly.

“Hey, I missed you.” Bryce returns as Casey rolls over to face him.

“Not as much as I missed you. And the extra help. I picked up the kids late from the Edenbrook daycare center 4 out of 5 days. They’re about to fine us.” Casey warns.

Bryce smiles, “Good to know you can’t do it without me. Don’t worry, super dad is home.” He teases.

Casey rolls her eyes, but she’s obviously not that annoyed because she lets him pull her into a kiss. It starts to get heated, and she reaches for the towel wrapped around his waist.

“Hey.” He warns, pulling away. “Kid in the bed.” He reminds her.

Casey rolls over and sees Eric sleeping soundly, thumb in his mouth. She pulls his thumb out before rolling back over to her husband. “He insists there is a monster under his bed, so he has to sleep here.” She reveals. “We could have sex in his racecar bed if you’re not worried about monsters.” She suggests jokingly.

“Too close to the twins’ room. We wouldn’t want to wake them.” Bryce jokes back.

“Well, then there’s only one solution. You have to put those skilled hands to good use. Your mission, if you choose to accept it, is to get him into his bed without waking him up.” Casey challenges.

“I’ve never been one to turn down a challenge.” Bryce retorts, sliding out of the bed. He approaches his eldest son, carefully leaning over him. Bryce places a hand behind Eric’s head, and then, carefully, raises him to a seated position. He pulls him forward, and Eric’s head lolls against his father’s shoulder.

Eric murmurs for a second, and Bryce freezes. But then his soft snores continue, and Bryce looks at Casey with a grin. Bryce carefully lifts his son into his arms, and then just as carefully shuffles down the hall to the boy’s room.

Bryce slowly places his son on the bed, and then tucks him in. And Eric sleeps through it all. Bryce gently brushes some of Eric’s wavy brown hair back from his face, and places a kiss to his son’s forehead before leaving the room and quietly closing the door behind him.

He makes a pit stop by the twins’ room, stopping at each crib to peer down at the sleeping inhabitant. Farrah has rolled onto her stomach, so Bryce lays her on her back before moving over to Daniel. He gently rubs his thumb on the sleeping one-year old’s cheek. It’s getting harder and harder to leave his family for conferences and out of town surgeries he’s requested for. But if he didn’t leave, then he wouldn’t get this great coming home moments.

After checking on the twins, Bryce gently closes the door and returns to his bedroom.

“He’s still out?” Casey asks when he get back into bed.

“Sleeping like our babies. I nailed it.” Bryce praises himself.

Casey chuckles. “Now nail me.” She fires back.

Bryce grins, rolling on top of her. “Yes ma’am.”

…

“What are you watching?” Casey asks, cuddling into Bryce’s side on the couch.

Bryce tilts his phone so she can see it. “Hair tutorial, so I can braid Farrah’s hair, it’s getting long and I need to know how to do more than the puffs.” He informs his wife.

“Really? You want to learn how to do her hair?” Casey questions.

Bryce quirks an eyebrow. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“I don’t know, it’s just a lot of black dads don’t know how to do their black daughters’ hair, so I guess I never expected you to.” Casey admits.

“How hard can it be? Her curls are pretty loose. And you know I’m great with my hands.” Bryce insists.

“Harder than you think, she’s tender headed. And for a toddler, she’s very strong and will do whatever she can to get away from you when you try to comb out her hair.” Casey replies. “But I’m not trying to discourage you. I love that you want to do her hair.” She adds.

“Can I practice on your hair?” Bryce asks.

“No.” Casey quickly replies.

…

“Daddy look!” Farrah exclaims, showing Bryce the picture she drew.

“Wow Farrah, that’s great!” Bryce praises, giving his daughter a bright smile before turning back to Eric’s homework. “Okay Eric, how are we gonna add ¼ and ½?” Bryce questions.

“They need to have the same number on the bottom.” Eric replies.

“Denominator.” Daniel interrupts, briefly looking up from the book the six-year-old is reading. All their kids are smart, but Daniel is the genius of the bunch. His teacher wanted him to skip several grades, but Casey and Bryce were adamant about him having normal social experiences, not being one of those ten-year-old prodigies at Harvard.

“Yes, we need to find a common denominator.” Bryce adds, handing Eric the pencil so he can do it himself. Bryce checks his watch. He’s going to be late if Casey isn’t home soon.

Just then, Casey bursts through the door, still in her scrubs. “Sorry, there was an accident and it was all hands on at the hospital.” She apologizes, pausing to ruffle Farrah’s dark curls when their little girl runs to hug her legs.

Bryce frowns, checking his pager. “Why didn’t they call me in?” He questions.

“Because they actually want some of the other surgeons to get some experience.” Casey retorts, kissing him quickly once she’s disentangled herself from Farrah. “Did they eat?” She questions.

Bryce throws on his coat and grabs his keys, heading out for his hospital shift. “They did!” He calls back to Casey. “Bye guys, love you!” He calls back to the kids before hurrying out the door.

…

“Keep your eyes peeled for Hannah guys, she’s around her somewhere.” Casey instructs, peering out the passenger side window as Bryce slowly drives the van through the Arrivals section of Boston Logan.

“What does she even look like?” Daniel asks.

“Like Dad, duh.” Eric retorts, with all the attitude that is to be expected from a sullen thirteen-year-old.

Bryce has met Hannah, his biological daughter through his sperm donation to an old friend, on two occasions in person when he was in Hawaii. But now that she’s an incoming freshman at Harvard, it’s the first time she’ll be meeting the rest of his family.

She doesn’t know anyone else in Boston, so he promised Wendy and Jaclyn he would take care of her. That they would treat her like family. He’s excited to get to know her better. The phone calls and letters decreased as she got older, as he had his own kids, but Bryce would definitely like to reconnect.

“Is that her?” Farrah asks, pointing to a native Hawaiian teenage girl standing alone on the curve, dressed in ripped jeans and a tank top.

Bryce smiles, pulling up. “It is.” He honks merrily to get her attention, and Hannah offers a shy wave.

Bryce parks, and immediately envelops Hannah in a hug. “Welcome to Boston!” He greets. “How was your flight?”

Hannah pushes a strand of her long brown hair behind her ear. “Long, but I’m glad to be here! Thanks for picking me up. My moms were so worried about how I was going to get around.” Hannah replies.

“They should know they have absolutely nothing to worry about. You’re family now.” Bryce insists. “Which is a great segway. Meet the rest of the family!”

Casey is the first one out of the car. “Wow, you’re so pretty.” She praises as she pulls Hannah into a hug.

“Thanks, so are you.” Hannah returns, smiling.

“And these are my kids, Eric, Farrah, and Daniel.” Bryce introduces as each of the kids gets out of the van.

“So, you’re our sister now?” Farrah asks hesitantly.

Hannah pauses as she tries to decide how to explain this to an 11-year-old. “Half-sister, biologically.” Hannah decides on.

Farrah grins. “I always wanted a big sister!” She announces before launching herself into Hannah’s arms.

Hannah laughs, hugging the smaller girl tightly. She’d been a little worried about this big move to the Boston area, about reconnecting with her donor dad, but after meeting the Lahelas, Hannah has a feeling everything is going to work out fine.

…

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Dangerous (Part 1/2)

Description: It was your best friend’s bachelorette party in one of London’s best clubs when two men had closed a bet if they would be able to seduce you. And in the end, the night ended up way better than you originally anticipated.

A/N: Oh, we're back. For this two-part one-shot, I approached both of the idiots very differently - I wanted Sam to have this sexual hotshot energy while Cutter had more of that mysterious daddy vibe. And I think that somehow, it really suits both the boys. Enjoy.

Pairing: Charlie Cutter x reader x Samuel Drake (We stan a threesome in this house)

Playlist: Idiot sandwich that stole my heart™

Tagging: @missdictatorme

Part 2.

It was just another night in downtown. The sunlight was slowly fading away, ladies wore tight and short skirts, and gentlemen were sipping whiskey in the nearby bars. And London was no different. It was one of the most favorite tourist locations since it was mostly colder in there during summer and it was the crown jewel of England. Soho and Chinese street looked especially magnificent at that time of the year.

Yet the clubs were especially full of people as well. Swedish and European students, you gonna love this, mate, as Charlie said Samuel a million times. Cutter and Drake, formerly known as Morgan, were two gentlemen in their best years. They weren't some boys who would bend you over the nearest bed without knowing what to do. No. They both were quite tall, one of them would even say fairly handsome - and skilled in the first place.

Drake, the definition of a small bitch according to Cutter, was rather persistent with choosing some warmer locations like the Bahamas or the Canary Islands, let alone Cuba, for their summer vacation. But Cutter, who was born and lived his whole life in England, told him to go fuck himself and that this year, he’ll show Drake the European hospitality and girls. Samuel had to say that these young kittens looked magnificent, from both up close and from the distance.

Norwegian girls had the dirties eyes he had seen, French girls could whisper them some sweet nothings the whole night, Hungarian girls were fiery enough to show them who is the boss, Czech and Slovak girls knew well how to handle alcohol and Russian girls were both tough and sweet as candy at the same time. Yet Samuel didn't stop bitching about London being the color-less, boring city he always saw on the postcards. What did it matter that the Queen was living there when the only location which tingled Samuel’s senses was the Tower? Yet Cutter told him that Sam hadn't seen shit yet.

And bloody hell, as British men would say when they walked into the club, Samuel knew what was the boy talking about. That was the energy Sam needed to feel alive since he was rotting in hell for God knows how long. Alcohol being poured in gallons, tight pairs of jeans, and laughter all around. And this wasn’t some boring-ass club either, as Samuel would say. People were dancing, which he hasn't seen in ages. Cutter most took him to poker tournaments or to play darts.

"Bee’s knees, I love this bloody place." - Cutter sighed and took the bomber off, walking stairs down to walk to the bar of the place itself. - "Come on, you prick, don't just stand there!" - He called at Samuel with a raspy voice, laughing out loud. Sometimes, Sam looked like a small boy in a toystore. Especially when he was looking at so many lovely bottoms and tits.

"One Pimm’s Cup and a Sex on the Beach for this lady over here." - Cutter winked at the barmaid who smiled back at him, already holding the shaker to prepare some of the best drinks in London.

"What are we? Fucking ladies to drink cocktails?" - Sam asked back, leaning his back to the bar, looking around. His eyes were doing their best to see it all - the girl with afro trying to kiss the soul out of her partner's body, the boy who had his hand in his girl's panties and the twerking group in the middle of the dancefloor.

"Mate, you hadn't learned shit while you were in London. You need to start slowly before pouring down vodka and other shit." - Cutter told him, smiling at the barmaid who brought them the drinks. She was sweet - her blonde hair was in a high ponytail and her face was full of freckles. She was just the type of girl Cutter liked. Sweet, innocent, and pretty. - "Thank you, darling." - The bald man smiled at the barmaid before she ran off to serve another customer.

"And you still think that you're attractive enough to get under a young girl's panties. Who is dumber here? Cheers, mate." - Samuel answered with a dramatic British accent, toasting to Cutter before taking a sip through the straw. Yet Cutter's grin was making him sure that he had just bumped into an interesting topic.

"You don't know what you're talking about, Samuel. Both American and European chicks go crazy for a British accent. All you have to do in the bed is talk and they cum on their own." - Cutter looked around with a shit-eating grin. He knew very well that he's right. A good portion of women was into a thick British accent and his raspy voice. The voice alone could work wonders between girl’s thighs, so being tall, muscular, and having this bad boy vibe was just a bonus usually.

"I think you're lying, brother, but what can I know? I usually put my mouth to use too, but we ain't talkin’. And this mouth can show you the universe, I tell ya." - Samuel answered with a nasty grin as well, his Boston accent being fully put to use at that point. Cutter started to laugh out loud, having Samuel clueless.

"Nice to know, I will remember that, mate. You wanna show me or what?" - Cutter asked, sipping another sip of his ice-cold drink.

"You're such a douchebag." - Samuel laughed as well since Cutter knew how to turn every single situation into a stand-up.

"You see the chick at three o’clock?" - Cutter mumbled from sipping, still looking in front of himself. Samuel carefully checked her out. Not that she would notice a man staring in a club full of people, yet Samuel didn't want to come across as a creep. She was... Pretty. As a lot of women inside the club. She was yelling something at the barmaid so she would hear her, standing there in some old sneakers. Her clothes didn't reveal that much, it was just a normal white top and a pair of blue jeans. Yet something about that face made both the idiots grin when thinking about showing her the edge of paradise.

"Yeah, you bet your fucking British ass I do see that girl." - Samuel returned to the previous position, grinning into his straw just the way Cutter did. Both boys liked girls who had that little spark about them. You never could quite put the finger on it, yet it was there. You couldn't name or label it - it was the flame of the unknown, a promise of fun or... See? Neither of them knew what it is, but she had it.

"And since we’re in this bloody town for the last night, I wanna bet, mate. Since I know that British accent is a hit with the ladies and you keep telling me about some magical Boston mouth, whoever gets the girl, wins something." - Cutter put the empty glass on the bar, grinning at Samuel, having the man grinning back. Timber was yelling all over the club and it felt 2013-ish. The barmaid automatically brought both men a shot of their finest vodka since Cutter came to the club pretty frequently.

"What’s the somethin’ we talkin’ ’bout?" - Samuel bit his lower lip when the girl got her drinks and ventured back to the back of the club where the tables were. Both of them poured the vodka down their throats at the same time, both of them having that face.

"I don't know. Maybe some expansive liquor?" - Charlie asked, but after that, he started laughing. - "Oh, I know, when I get her down tonight, you owe me a ride on your motorbike baby and night with this beautiful lady." - He offered Samuel his palm, watching Sam slowly shaking it.

"When I win, your best bomber is mine. Who goes first?" - Samuel crunched the knuckles and to his surprise, Charlie motioned for him to go.

"Ladies first, mate, ladies always go first." - Charlie smiled, asking for two bottles of beer. When Samuel got his beer, he shook his head but started walking in the direction of your table.

***

It was your friend's bachelorette party and for a reason, she chose a club in London from all the destinations, like France or Italy, she could choose. You were not from there, but she wanted something big and fancy, so she decided to go for a weekend to London. You were more of staying put at home person, yet you didn't want to upset her just days from her wedding.

"Your dinks, ladies." - You yelled, earning an excited yelling of your shit-faced friends back. You’ve been sticking to beer the whole four hours you've already spent in that God-forsaken place, you've been just fine at that moment, being on bottle number four by that time.

"You're my favorite maid of honor." - Your friend Amber hugged you, giving you a big fat kiss on your cheek. You giggled at that, taking another sip of the beer. - "These men here, ugh." - Amber moaned out loud before taking a big sip of her Mochito, watching the dancefloor with her eyes open wide. You chuckled at that, sipping from your bottle.

You weren't that interested in the men there. Like, yeah, they were nice and most of the men you've encountered in England so far were true British gentlemen, but... You weren't the type who would mingle for a one-night stand. You were taking the whole crazy trip as a widening of your horizons. When Amber didn't want to be in a club, you usually traveled around to see the sights England could give you. Stratford upon Avon was cute, Devon too, but London was a blast in your opinion.

"And you're getting married next week, Amber. Don't forget about that you nasty bitch." - Monica yelled from the other side of the table, giggling at Amber's sighs.

"I envy you soooo much, Y/N. These men are everything. Just look at these damn asses." - Amber rolled her eyes, making you both laugh in sync. Suddenly, she got all serious. Her elbow bumped into your ribs making you squeal, her head motioning in a direction of some forty-something dude who was eyeing your table, slowly walking to it through the dancing crowd. - "I think he's coming for one of us, what should I do?" - Amber panicked, looking at her engagement ring.

"You won't do shit, Amber, you're the bride." - You calmed her down, making her lips from a little O in awe. She was like that when she was drunk. The man looked fine, that was true - tall with brown hair, a rough face, and a tall body. You couldn't see him clearly, you just watched him swaying his hips in black jeans and shoulders in a white t-shirt widening with every step he took.

It took him almost five minutes before he finally got there. That was mainly because of the way he was trying to sell that nasty smug. You’ve wondered how it came that he didn't wiggle his hips out. Just when he was about to tell you something, the DJ started playing some banger according to the screaming coming from the dancing crowd, which made you smile. So he leaned in without a problem. Well, at least you knew that he had some confidence inside of him.

"Night, ladies, the name’s Samuel." - He offered his palm to Monica, then to Amber and then to you, kissing your knuckles with a smile. - "How comes that three beautiful ladies end up in a place like this... Alone?" - He wondered, standing next to the empty spot long enough for Monica to scoop a bit further away. Naturally, Samuel sat next to her, giving her a rather nasty smile.

"It’s my bachelorette party!" - Amber yelled at him with a happy smile, making you smile as well when she shoved her ring right in front of that guy's face. At least the confident asshat knew that he won't make a single move at that table. Yet Samuel rose his eyebrows, smiled even wider, and gently caught her palm to look at the ring. Then he nodded and let her hand go. - "He is one of a hella happy fella, I tell you that." - And with that, his eyes hooked on your face. Monica was watching both of you with a vulgar smile on her lips.

"And what about you, doll, you're having a bachelorette party too?" - Samuel smiled, putting his bottle on the table. Before you could answer, shit-faced Amber already started telling him your story.

"She’s been single forever, I swear. It always works or spending time with her family, like, I know she's the most responsible and shit, but I am afraid that she’ll end up alone with twenty cats, and one day, she'll go nuts." - She told him seriously. The mysterious, confident and somehow sexy guy started laughing at her straightforwardness, looking you in the eyes after that.

"I will go nuts if you won't stop, bitch, this was unnecessary." - You sighed, taking a deep swing of your beer. You shook your head with an angry face. Although, Amber wasn’t stopping there, making you even more embarrassed. - "But you are a hell of a guy. Holy fuck, are those tattoos? I always wanted my fiance to get some." - She went for it and let her fingers grace his neck. Samuel had a pleased grin when she has done so.

"I've been living in Panama for some time, got ’em there." - He then proceeded to lift one of his sleeves, showing you another tattoo on his shoulder. These were poker aces. Amber but her lower bottom, looking at the tattoos, gently touching them, traveling down to feel the poor man's biceps at the very end of her exploration. To put it nicely, you were embarrassed. Yet to your surprise, the Samuel man ignored Amber drooling over him and practically climbing over the table to touch his skin. The man sat there and watched you with a small smile. - "And I have a few more on places that ain’t appropriate to show ’ere." - He mumbled and both of the ladies next to you instantly got the horny faces on.

Amber bumped her elbow into your ribs again, doing it way stealthier this time. Yeah, he was a good looking man if you'd have to be honest. He had your girls wrapped around his long finger five minutes after coming there - there was this... Testosterone or some shit like that coming out of him. Amber gave you one of these risen-eyebrows looks and bit her lower lip once again.

"Care for a dance?" - The man asked, standing up. At first, he was looking into the dancing crowd only giving you his palm as if he didn't even care. You sat there for quite a while before Samuel smiled in your direction, assuring you that he wants you to dance with him. Which, no matter how hard you'd try to deny this, it was something that made you smile too. In a gentle moment, you slipped your palm into his, hoping that at least Amber would stop hitting your ribs.

You honestly hadn't heard that song in years. Calabria felt real like a late 2010-ish song. Was this night sort of a retro party? You hadn't heard the majority of the songs in years, yet people danced to them like crazy. And let's be honest, you and Samuel weren't that much different, because as soon as you hit the dancefloor, he showed you some good moves and suddenly, it wasn't that weird or gross to be seduced by that man.

***

To be honest, Cutter was quite in the mood when he saw that Samuel and you dancing along with the other pairs. And more importantly, you two were having fun. Sam started with his most outdated moves, slowly getting to the more erotic ones when you seemed to agree with that. The man didn't want to be punched right into his nose. Yet soon, your pelvis was brought close to Samuels and Charlie could see his friend's lips whispering something in your ear. In the reaction to that, you were laughing and soon enough, you put one of your hands on his waist.

Charlie was quite familiar with the song playing. It had some good basses and the beat just invited you to dance. You were the sweetest when you let go of Samuel, rose your hands above your hand, yelling the upcoming lyrics, that went something like... - "Dangerous? Oh! That sounds good, yeah.

Talk to me baby, like I'm your dude." - It made Charlie chuckle.

He was also quite interested in the tactics Samuel used to relax you like that. The whole time Samuel was gone, Charlie stood next to the bar, thinking about what he should he do. He was choosing a tactic if you will. Every woman was different, so he better has some back-up plan if he wants to win the bet. Samuel undeniably had the charming personality chicks liked, whether he was aware of it or not. He was a forty-something-year-old dude with the mentality of a dude in his early twenties, which was attractive too.

Yet Charlie didn't have that trait. He was a man in his late forties and it could be seen as well. He was bald too. But that was something Samuel didn't quite have - the authority of something like a daddy figure if you will. He met girls who were into that sort of stuff and he hadn't got a single problem with delivering - it was quite fun actually. To say it quickly, he was a guy who was looking mysteriously with a good sense of humor, making the chicks both screaming in pleasure and very with laughter when they wanted that goofy-guy sorta stuff.

So he figured out that it would be best to figure out what you were into and work on that since the first second he introduces himself to you on the bar.

***

"You have good dance moves, Y/N!" - Sam exclaimed happily when he was leading you back to your table. You nodded, still laughing. You couldn't believe that you spend half an hour with a totally strange guy on the dancefloor. Yeah, it wasn't just dancing obviously. Sam proved to be quite handy with his palms, absorbing almost everything out of your body while his mouth was whispering funny stuff. Suddenly, you both stopped and he looked at you with a pretty bold smile. Again, he showed you how quick he could be when his left palm put some hair out of your face. - "This was fun. So... If you would like to have some more fun when you'll be leaving, call this number, deal?" - He asked and gave you a small card.

It was one of the most simple ones you've ever had seen. Samuel Drake - historian, archeologist, and an adventurer. His number was on the other side. After giving him the same nasty grin, you nodded and pushed the card into the back pocket of your jeans, letting him go.

Girls immediately noticed you coming back... All alone without that Sammy boy. But the smile was indicating that you hadn't empty hands. Amber asked you about what happened even before you sat your ass down. - "Well, we danced and lemme say, he's a good dancer and then... He gave me this business card to call him when ill be leaving. Which unfortunately won't happen since I have to lead both your drunk asses to the hotel." - You sighed, playing with the card between your fingers. Monica took it out, smiling at you.

"I'm more or less sober, so I can take Amber home while you'll find that prince charming and have a wonderful night." - She gave it back to you after reading the text under his name. - "I would love to have a cig, anyone going with me?" - Monica asked and mumbled a few curse words while she searched through her purse for a pack of cigarettes. Naturally, you got up and motioned for her to go first, telling amber to sit there on her damn ass until you come back.

It was nice to stand in some fresh air. The night was pretty cold and it was raining a bit, but you didn't care since you were already soaking wet. Monica gave you a cigarette as well and both lit it up at the same moment. She was giving you some nasty grin too, which made you chuckle. - "What?" - You mumbled, exhaling the smoke.

"He seemed to be into you big time. You sure you don't want to call the man?" - She asked and at that moment, she seemed to be pretty reasonable and sober. Your shoulders jolted unknowingly. There was something on that promise of spending a night by his side. Sam was genuinely fun, hot as far as you could say and pretty smart. Also, he wasn't drunk that much, neither were you - so it was maybe really the both-sided chemistry doing the work. A couple of times it seemed that he's going in for a kiss, yet he rather teased you and bit your earlobe gently.

"He seemed sweet and fun and all, but what about you two?" - You asked Monica silently, still smoking on the cigarette with a thoughtful face.

"Oh, shush. We'll take a cab and get to the hotel on our own. I'll look after Amber. She was right about you being all about work or family. He's a stranger and you don't have to see him ever again, and that has some magic into it. Live a bit, come on, sis." - She hugged and you, indeed, felt confident about what Monica has said.

Sam was nothing but a hot guy you met in a club. You can fuck the night away, have some fun, wait for him to fall asleep, and then drive to your hotel, sitting on a flight home tomorrow. You'll never have to see him again.

You were determined that once you'll be leaving, you'll call the man, accepting the offer. When you were inside, you walked to the bar to order some alcohol, because Amber got to drink both your and Sam's beer when you were dancing.

It took you a moment to notice that guy. He was holding a small glass of whiskey, eyeing you with a small grin. He wasn’t exactly your type of handsome, yet there was something about that face. You spotted small stable and very attentive blue eyes. This man was huge in the best meaning of the word. He wasn't fat, not at all, yet it could be seen that there are some muscles under the t-shirt he had on. He was at least twice your age, but you got nervous when you looked into his eyes.

The difference between him and the guy you met earlier was huge. While Sam appeared to be a fairly approachable, exciting, and funny person, this dude... He seemed mysterious and authoritative. Which had woken up things inside of you; things you didn't even know were there. After having your breath stuck for a while, you returned a smile to the man, which was a signal for him to move closer to you.

"Whatever the lady orders, it's my treat." - The bald man told the barmaid, having her smile. Slowly, the man put some pounds on the wooden countertop, still looking at the lady who was serving the alcohol. It was ridiculously more than what you were supposed to pay, yet the gentlemen made clear that he doesn't want a pound back. - "Sure thing, Mr. Cutter."

"And what about you, love?" - He asked, taking your palm to kiss your knuckles delicately. That accent settled inside of your ears, fully attacking your brain. It was hot only to listen to the raspy voice speaking with the fully-blown thick London accent. No matter what you did, that man’s gaze followed you around. You almost felt like you can't escape it. Why Sam was making you feel so good and that was what made you aroused, yet this man was coming across as someone who would bend you over his knee with pleasure and it made you interested as well. - "What about me?" - You asked back, smiling at the man.

"What are you doing here alone?" - Cutter said and leaned even closer, having a smile on his lips when he leaned closer enough to whisper things into your ear. He had a firm body, just like Sam did, yet these two couldn't come across differently. - "I can do something about that, sweetheart."

Was all of this a nice dream? Two attractive men approaching you on the same night, telling you to leave the place with them. Or were they serial murderers? Or did a car hit you and you were in a coma? No, your heartbeat reminded you that this is pretty much happening in front of your very eyes. What the fuck should you do? If you'll leave with Cutter, what about Sam? And if you'd leave with Sam, what about this man? Why couldn't you have them both?

Monica more or less made you swear that whatever happens, you'll leave with Sam at the end of the party. But you felt being in a tight corner at the moment. Both men had some spark in them, one of them promised you a whole night of fun and the other one felt like a total daddy.

"That's kind of you, sir." - You winked at him, not knowing what else to say. The club was slowly getting darker, changing the color scheme as it was getting closer to midnight, now playing some Russian rap songs. Cutter looked at the couples around you, seeing many of them kissing and touching far beyond the line of decency. That was before you felt tips of someone's fingers smoothing your upper arm, gently getting onto your sweaty neck and jaw.

You could turn away from that man, yet there was something that made you push your head even closer, so your lips could meet his halfway. He wasn’t shying away at all, coming in with full force - lip bite, not too long after that, he even used his tongue, holding you close by your jaw. And this man, dear lord, he had some skillful mouth. It even made you close your eyes with enjoyment, making you moan lightly into his kiss.

"So, what do you say, love? Me, you, my place here?" - He whispered once he was done with the kiss, his palm slowly traveling down on your waist and lower. Sam did touch these places, yes, but his approach was more natural than devoting straightaway. Which made you also a bit cautious and aware of the man.

"I need to go back, Mr. Cutter. But thank you for the... Ehm... Invitation anyway." - You took the drinks, hurrying up back to girls. Your heartbeat was off the charts, your whole damn body was sweaty and since there were two rather handsome men trying to win you over that night, you were aroused as well. You couldn't leave with Sam, because you'd think about Cutter and the other way around. But you were sure that you will at least masturbate that night.

"Are you okay?" - Amber yelled into your ear when you finally sat down, gulping down. You couldn't catch your breath ever since Cutter kissed you. Your gaze traveled to her and you shook your head almost frantically.

"Another guy tried to take me over to his place." - You mumbled, gulping down your whole drink at once. Monica smiled and leaned over to you.

"And was this one as handsome as that Samuel before?" - She asked, taking her cocktail out of your hand. You turned your hand to the dancefloor, imaging both the men inside of your head.

"It's hard to tell, Monica. This one was tall and well-built as well..." - You sighed, but Amber stopped you once again. - "How can you know that he was well-built?" - She wondered, taking the last ice-cold drink as well. It was a miracle that she hadn't fallen asleep until that point.

"Because I know he's a good kisser too." - You smiled and each of you started laughing like crazy. - "I mean, he wasn’t the most handsome man I've seen, yet, he had that something inside these eyes." - You shook your head, not believing the things that had happened inside that club. It was just one night you've spent there and two attractive men approached you. One of them was American, the other one was clearly British and you knew that both of them had something to offer. But you knew that you'll leave alone once again.

***

"How did it go?" - Samuel asked Cutter once he walked off the dancefloor again. Cutter was leaning his elbow to the bar, watching you and your girls chatting excitedly. After that, he turned back to Sam.

"I can't tell, mate. First, it appeared that I have her hooked, but she left after that. What about you?" - Charlie finished another glass of whiskey, moving to beer for the rest of the night. From Sam’s smirk, it was apparent that at least one of the men is feeling positive about the whole bet.

"She has my number and when I was on a smoke break, her friend told her that she should have some fun with me tonite if you know what I mean." - Samuel wiggled his eyebrows, making Cutter frown even more. Maybe he shouldn’t go for the kiss just like that, but your body was telling yes. You were attracted to him, so why shouldn't he test the waters? It was too late for these kinds of thoughts. He probably had scared you off.

The two friends were standing there for quite a while and waited for Sam's desired call, talking about nothing the whole time. Sam had to say that he had some fun time and Cutter’s most impressive bomber on top of that. But that was when both men felt someone's presence behind them.

"You two know each other?" - A voice asked them and when they turned around, it was none other than you. Your eyes were looking at both of them and it was clear that you don't know what to think of that. Sam looked at Cutter with panic, not knowing what to say.

"It's not how you think it is." - Cutter tried to calm you down, but you were visibly upset over the whole situation. Yeah, it was a bet, but Cutter meant what he said. He wanted to spend the night with you. This was just a fun way to raise the stakes. If you wouldn't get to know.

"Jesus, I should've known that you two are assholes." - You walked between the men, mumbling something about assholes, dickheads, and shits, preparing money to pay the last drinks of the night. - "How would two men like you saw something on an ugly duckling like me? Funny shit, I tell you." - You mumbled with disgust, ordering cocktails your girls asked for.

"You don't know what you're talking about, love. You're beautiful." - Cutter told you back with a small smile, looking Samuel in the eyes. The other man nodded when he realized, leaning into the bar as well. - "And intelligent as hell, which is a huge turn on. I don't know why someone as pretty as you are even let guys like us talk to you." - The American smiled at you from the other side, lust lingering inside his eyes.

Could that be? It maybe was just a bet, yet these two men seemed to be interested. It could be a game as well - but a perfect solution to your situation too. If these two knew each other, maybe you didn't have to leave the place alone because you couldn't choose between them. Maybe, you could leave with both of them at once. You’ve never done that, but the alcohol inside your veins made you courageous.

"So, you're friends, you know each other, right?" - You asked while a smile grew on your lips. Oh, Cutter knew what is about to come and... It was so nasty that it turned him on in some kind of way. Samuel was completely confused tho. - "That means you can meet me outside the club in ten, probably?" - You asked innocently, taking the drinks, smiling at Charlie. He smiled back, leaving Samuel in the dark for a little longer.

"Which one of us?" - The American demanded. He wanted to win the bet so badly because Cutter’s bombers were the best in the whole world. But when he saw your devilish grin with the shine in your eyes, his heart skipped a beat. Oh. OH. Holy fuck. You had that spark inside of you, but neither of them would ever say that you're a nasty girl as well. At least not this much.

Sam honestly never seen cutter without clothes and he didn't know if he's ready for that, but... Life was about adventure, right? And this way something Sam knew he will say yes to. There was something on having a girl helpless, being taken care of by two men. He loved to worship women, he indeed loved everything about that, but this was exciting as well. And Charlie? He knew how to approach to a threesome. There were occasions where he had joined in and in some, he was only there to watch. He especially loved when two ladies invited him to a bad. But he hadn't a single issue with giving you what you wanted.

"Both of you, silly." - You smiled sweetly before disappearing into the crowd.

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syms-things-5 · 4 years

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Clear The Area - Chapter Eight

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Warning: Language. NSFW. Unprotected sex (be careful guys)

Notes: Apologies this is a little (a lot) longer than planned, but hope you enjoy it!

CHAPTER EIGHT

Chris knew this would more than likely be the last time he would see his friends for a while. The reshoots loomed ever closer, the knot in his stomach was getting tighter, and he was growing more and more unnerved at the prospect of what was lying ahead of him. He was determined to make the most of this night as much as he physically could.

He showered and made himself vaguely presentable, ignoring the navy Chanel sweater and trousers that had arrived earlier that morning and opting instead for a plain white tee and jeans. His favourite red belt made a special appearance. He began regretting his decision to allow his management team to redecorate his pad in order to make it “friendlier on the eye” as soon as he took stock of his open lounge. They’d shifted some of the furniture around, added some fresh flowers and balloons here and there, and taken down the photograph of a family trip to Disney that used to be hanging in the entrance hallway. There was also a distinctly sweet and fragrant smell of freesias wafting through the air. It smelled like Springtime and positivity. He hated it.

Just a few “unfiltered” photographs, they said. Nothing too intrusive of stressful. Now, however, they were looking to cover up the potential fall-out from his fling with Jenny after she’d helpfully announced the day before that she was starting divorce proceedings. Matt had taken to messaging him at half-hour intervals to remind him his house needed to be bustling with as many people as possible even if he didn’t know them all personally. He needed to look carefree, he was instructed, and unbothered by whatever may be going on in somebody else’s private life because it had nothing to do with him, right? Maybe flirt a little bit. Bring out the “big guns” and the Boston “bro” personality his fans loved to see. For God’s sake, just try to look as single as possible.

People weren’t due to start arriving until 7 but it didn’t stop Chris from drinking almost as soon as he had woken up, calling on Scott and a couple of his oldest pals to come and join him for some pre-party beers.

“Woah.” said Gary, walking in closely behind Scott, carrying a crate of Budweiser. He rook one exaggerated sniff of the perfumed air surrounding him. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say we’d come to the wrong place!”

“Are we allowed to touch anything?” joked Scott, mocking him by tip-toeing in past the guys.

“Don’t ask. Just do whatever you like, please. I need it to at least feel like it’s still my home.” Chris scratched his head in disbelief. It looked more like something featured on the ‘gram of a would-be influencer than the home of a 30-something bachelor who had no time for soft furnishings and Feng Shui.

“Bro, it’s your birthday! You could at least look happy about it.”

Chris wasn’t drunk enough to muster much more than a half-smile at his brother at that point but figured a few more beers might encourage him to lighten up. He must have woken up on the wrong side of the bed. He was about to follow the lads into his kitchen when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. If it was Matt bugging him one more time, he swore he’d throw the phone out of the window.

Unknown 1.09pm

Happy birthday sweetie. Can’t wait to see you again x

“Who’s that?” said Scott as he emerged from the kitchen, beer in hand.

Chris just shook his head. “I have absolutely no idea.”

Gradually as the hours passed by, a steady stream of people started making their presence known. Most parties Chris threw rarely went off as originally organised but he didn’t much care. It was always implied that his downtown apartment had an open-door policy when it came to friends and family turning up unannounced. Hell, many would stay for days at a time and he wouldn’t care. If he was holding a party or a game night, people could just show up whenever they felt like it even if Chris himself wasn’t awake or ready to greet them in person.

The vibe soon started picking up and the music was louder now. Scott had made various playlists and was doing the duty of hosting people better than Chris, who had been glued to his phone on and off for most of the afternoon. More and more of his friends arrived with their partners and Chris would give them a bro-shake but pretty much leave them to it. It was...odd. He wasn’t sure what was going on but he was growing concerned that his brother wasn’t much enjoying his birthday celebrations. The table in the hallway was rife with gifts and cards, and the beer and alcohol levels were not in danger of diminishing any time soon. Chris had gone overboard on catered food but he himself had yet to touch anything. That was a danger sign, Scott thought. Last thing he needed was a drunk and melancholy actor on his hands this earlier in the evening. Thankfully, Chris perked up as soon as he saw his mom and Shanna arrive, and Scott breathed a sigh of relief.

“Hello darling. Happy birthday!” Lisa called out to him and embraced him in a typical motherly hug, all stretched arms and smiles, running her hand under his chin as he pulled away. “How is everything?”

“Yeh, all good. Thanks mom. You look great!” Chris moved in to kiss her on the cheek again before pulling back to allow Scott his turn. “Wow, Shan, I really didn’t think you could make that shade of yellow look even more grotesque but you did it!”

When she was sure Lisa couldn’t see her, Shanna flipped him the bird. Chris feigned offense before wrapping his arm tightly around her shoulders and walking her towards the lounge. “Baby sis, you can’t be mean to me on my birthday.”

“Ugh...I really can’t handle you when I don’t have a drink in my hand.”

“Then let’s fix that!”

Chris shifted past a few friends, all greeting him and patting him on the back as he and his sister moved by. Several faces he didn’t recognise so Matt would be proud of him, he thought. “So, is Sarah travelling separate to you guys?” Chris asked, finally taking one of the wrapped boxed out of his mom’s hands.

“I think so. Do you want these in the fridge or in the pantry for later?” Lisa asked indicating the cupcakes she’d been asked to pick up on the way over.

“Um, just leave them there for now, it’s fine.”

Before he got a chance to speak to his mother again, it was too late. He watched as she was grabbed by Josh and his new girlfriend and started to make her way around her son’s oldest friends, greeting them all as though she hadn’t seen them in years. Shanna reappeared next to him, rifling through the bottles of vodka until she landed on her favourite.

“Is Sarah not coming then?” Chris asked, more concerned this time than no one seemed to know exactly where she was.

“Not if you’re going to continue being a dick to her, she’s not.” Shanna turned around to Chris’s fridge and began perusing the selection of mixers. “Where’s the cranberry juice?”

“It’s inside the door.” He responded. Shanna couldn’t see for looking but finally located the carton of juice and poured a fraction of what she needed into the glass before topping it up with a very generous amount of vodka. “I was kind hoping to apologise to her in person actually. Is she still really upset? She hasn’t answered my texts.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“Well, you were out of like, Chris. But yes, she’ll be here, I’m sure. I think she just had something to do first.”

Chris knew Shanna was hiding something from him. She was a terrible liar.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He grabbed the glass from her hands. “I am not looking after you tonight.”

“Don’t worry, Grandpa. I’ll make sure she gets home safe.” Scott reappeared alongside them, merrier than before and holding a small plate of food for Chris. “Why don’t you ‘mingle’ mingle? Your audience awaits, kind Sir.”

Just as Chris was about to protest, his phone vibrated again in his pocket.

Unknown 9.22pm

I hope you’re having a great time tonight. The party looks amazing! Can’t wait to catch up with you properly x

At some point around 10pm, Chris escaped. He retreated to his little hideout behind a tree that gave him a clear view of his property without the pressure of being spotted by anyone inside. His phone had buzzed a couple more times and he was now sure if was Jenny reaching out to him. She’d been leaving little heart emojis on some photographs that had already appeared online. He felt a little sick and just needed to get away from the crowds, now tipsier than he was, annoyingly. He took the cigarette he’d bunged from a friend and lit it, savouring the feeling. In that moment was possibly the calmest he’d felt all day.

“Who are you hiding from, birthday boy?” Chris knew it would be Scott who would find him eventually.

Chris shrugged. “No one. Just needed the air.”

“Yeh right. Mom knows you smoke by the way. No point hiding it now.” Scott took the cigarette and took a slow drag before handing it back to him. “Zach hates me smoking inside.”

“Is that why you started running?” Chris smirked.

“Running’s healthy. It’s all about balance.” Scott observed his brother for a moment. “What’s going on? You’ve been quiet all day. You’ve only had, what, three beers? That’s not like you.”

Chris shrugged unconvincingly, avoiding eye contact before his phone buzzed again. He quickly dove into his pocket to grab it but shifted uncomfortably when he saw who it was.

“Somebody’s keen.” Scott didn’t need to ask to know who it was. He could read his brother like a book. “Can’t believe she hasn’t got the message by now.” Scott continued to eye him, unsure of what was going through his head. “That’s not what’s got you down, is it? There’s nothing going on, is there?”

Chris glanced at his brother and shook his head. He knew he’d been caught out and at this point he was too tired to deny it. “I still haven’t heard from Sarah. I’ve tried apologising and it’s like she’s just ghosting me or something.”

“Stop being melodramatic. She lives with your sister. She’s not “ghosting” you, you dick.” His attempt to lighten the mood between them fell flat and he realised humour was going to be wasted on Chris this evening. “She’s got a lot on her plate right now, what with Charlotte and work and everything. Just give her a break, OK? It’s a tricky think she’s trying to navigate here.”

“I don’t know about that.” He shook his head slowly, crushing the cigarette under his shoe. “I said she was being ungrateful.”

Scott sighed. “Well, that’ll explain it. Hey, remember when Shan was a teenager and she got all those letters out of the blue?” Chris nodded at the distant memory. “I think the one thing we need to keep in mind here, with Sarah, is that she chose to reach back. She’s doing things her way and no one is forcing her. That’s gotta be a positive, right?”

Sarah felt like an idiot. She had no one to blame but herself. She couldn’t even lean on Shanna for support right now and she didn’t want to disturb Audrey at this hour if she was mid-celebration with Michael. She threw her coat on the stand and stood in the hallway of her apartment, bag swinging low. She kicked off her shoes and took off her tights to feel the coolness of the floor on the soles of her feet. It was a small comfort. The text message was still showing on her phone that was grasped in her hand as if she hadn’t been staring at it for the past three hours.

Charlotte 7.52pm

I’m so sorry. I thought I could do this. Please forgive me.

Sarah had decided to arrive at the venue a little earlier than they’d agreed to meet. She didn’t know what she was planning on doing by deciding that but she just knew she couldn’t sit around the flat any longer, her stomach was tied in knots. She hadn’t eaten much of anything that day but claimed she was saving herself for the extensive catering Chris would no doubt have laid on now that his guest list had multiplied.

She had spent some time getting ready with Shanna and Lisa but left her hair and make-up quite simple figuring she could add to it on the way to the party later on. She didn’t want to make an unfair first impression on Charlotte. She knew she didn’t want to look like she was a party girl but equally so, she didn’t want to appear to have given too much thought to what she was wearing to meet her in the first place. She wanted to remain as casual as possible which was some kind of weird irony given what was taking place.

She managed to make a relatively quiet exit as Lisa was helping zip up the back of Shanna’s jumpsuit telling them she’d be there as soon as she could. They didn’t ask her any questions. She just left and got into the cab that was waiting for her around the corner. A little under fifteen minutes later, she was outside the bar, trying to regulate her breathing. Maybe Charlotte was already inside? Maybe she had had the exact same thought and was having one for courage before they met? That thought made her laugh a little. She opened the door and gave her name to the rep who proceeded to show her to a nice booth in the far corner. Charlotte hadn’t arrived after all but Sarah had a clear eye on the door, as much good as it did her.

She poured herself another glass and wiped at the tears in her eyes. She couldn’t believe she had been reduced to crying over someone she had never met. She couldn’t believe she had allowed herself to assume everything would work out despite evidence to the contrary.

Everyone was right. She was a fool.

She heard the door go but couldn’t face seeing Shanna. She swiped at her face as much as she could, trying to remove any and all hints of her crying. Shanna told her once she was jealous of how she could cry without her skin getting all red and blotchy.

She clocked the time and realised it was perhaps a little too early for her to be coming home unless Scott had shoved her into a taxi, which wouldn’t have surprised her. Loud music and a free bar were Shan’s undoing. She composed herself and waiting for Shanna to appear in the doorway, worse for wear, but everything had gone silent. Sarah got up and walked out of the kitchen, not sure what to expect but certainly not expecting to find Chris stood with his back against the foot, keys dangling between his fingers. He seemed smaller somehow.

His expression briefly turned towards guilt when he noticed she had been crying. He made a move towards her before ultimately deciding against it, preferring to remain still in her hallway. He looked awkward which was a feat in itself for someone who always seemed so...cool, she thought. It didn’t last long, though, a steeliness soon returning to his eyes.

“Hey,” said Sarah diffusing the silence. She suddenly became hyper-aware she was in the Chanel dress he’d given her to wear for his birthday party, the party she should have been at hours ago but instead chose to blow off carelessly in favour of meeting somebody who really shouldn’t have mattered. Shit, she thought. She was a terrible friend. “I’m so sorry, Chris. I really don’t know wh-”

“-You know, I could have done with seeing you there, Sarah. It’s been a fucking terrible day, I’ve had my team hounding me over this Jenny bullshit and having my friends around me would have made all the difference.”

“I just,” she wasn’t sure where to go from here. He’d become so cold in the last few moments. She wasn’t really expecting it but knew she’d pushed her luck a little too much this evening. “I had something I needed to do first, and-”

“I don’t ask for much from my family but the one thing I do expect is that they turn up when they say they’re gonna turn up. You understand me? It’s my fuckin’ birthday after all and you couldn’t even manage that.” He moved past her, ignoring the tears now burning at the corners of her eyes.

“Alright Chris, you’ve made your point.” she whispered. The room felt too small and Chris looked like he’d grown a foot out of pure frustration. She just wanted to go to bed and forget this day ever happened or at least get Chris to leave so she could feel pathetic in peace.

She could detect a faint small of tobacco coming from his breath now he was standing closer to her. “What was so important that you couldn’t make it? Must have been amazing to blow us off like that and please don’t tell me it was Greg. I didn’t think you of all people would sack family off for some fuck you’re ambivalent about at best.”

She felt like a scolded child. Actually, no, it felt worse than that. It felt like he was picking at her, trying to get some kind of reaction out of her but what that reaction was, she didn’t know. She took a breath and calmed herself. Her hands were shaking. She was pretty sure he noticed now.

“It wasn’t like that,” she said, as calmly as possible. “I’ve said I’m sorry, Chris. I didn’t think it was that big of a deal, OK? Your family and friends were there and I was planning on dropping by.” She pleaded, her tone striving to be a little more even. She figured if she tried reasoning with him instead of pushing back it might allow them both to get out of this unscathed but he just scoffed.

“Dropping by? Well, gee, thank you for making me an afterthought, Sarah. I really appreciate that.”

“It’s not just you that’s had a crap night, OK?” She shouted before reigning herself in. She really didn’t want to fall out with him on top of everything else. “We all have shit to deal with. At least people turned up to see you. They care about you. They didn’t just leave you hanging around, wondering what you’d done wrong.”

Chris looked confused. He signed and placed his hands on his hips, unsure of what his next move would be. “What’s going on?”

She could feel herself tearing up again, her face getting hotter by the second. She hated crying in front of people and it invariably gave her a headache, one she’d most likely fail to overcome before bedtime. “I arranged to meet her this evening. I didn’t want to say anything to anyone until I’d seen her at least once but, um, she didn’t show.”

For once, Chris didn’t have any answers. If he had been thoughtful instead of the selfish asshole he recognised himself to be, he would have known to have shut his goddamn mouth. “Fuck, Sarah. I...I don’t know what to say. I’m so sorry.” He took another step closer to her but she made no effort to react towards him. “You don’t deserve this.”

Sarah audibly scoffed. “Well, that’s a maybe. But hey, look, happy birthday! Looks like you were right all along! I’ll make sure to wrap it next time.”

“If I’d have known what you’ve been through today, I would have shut my mouth. You’re one of my best friends and I was just thinking of myself, like always.” He leaned against the doorframe and Sarah recognised how pathetic they both looked in that second.

“What kind of person do you have to be to reject someone twice?” Sarah whispered to herself more than anything. She gently banged her head against the doorframe in thought. She wasn’t looking for a response.

Silence passed between them for what felt like hours. They were good at being quiet around each other, neither feeling the need to dispel energy and not caring what the other was doing but this didn’t feel like those times before. She glanced across the doorway at him but didn’t recognise what was looking back at her so intently. He looked like he’d been suspended in motion and if it wasn’t for her tapping her foot on the wall behind her, she would have thought she had, too. Everything just seemed a little fuzzy now and there was a headache threatening her from behind her eyes.

Before she could move again, Chris had crossed what little space there was between them and went for her, his hands grabbing her face and pulling her into him. It was messy at first, their lips slightly out of line with each other and she couldn’t think, she couldn’t breathe. He’d taken the breath straight from her, it felt like. The only thing she could do in that moment was to grab back at his hands that were holding her face but she didn’t feel like pulling them away. Not just yet. For the first time, she had some power over what was happening to her. She was tired of being a good person, being vulnerable for others to use whenever they felt like.

She felt his lips slowly move across hers, calmer now, while she stayed almost still in his grasp. She felt one hand leave her face and reappear on her lower back and he pulled her in to bring her closer. They must have occupied less than a square foot of space stood like this. Everything was silent apart from what Sarah assumed was her heart beating or perhaps that was his? She couldn’t separate them at this point, a perfect fit soon only disturbed by the shrill buzz from someone’s phone in their nearby vicinity.

“Fuck!” Chris whisper-shouted pulling away from her, biting his bottom lip. Sarah scrabbled around to find her bag in the hallway before signing when she saw who it was. She took a breath so as not to give the game away.

“Shan? No, it’s fine, honestly.” Chris could only hear one side of the conversation as she spoke on the phone but could instantly tell from Sarah’s inability to get a sentence out that Shanna was drunk and giving her the third degree. He wanted to grab the phone and smash it against the wall. “No, it’s no problem. Don’t worry, OK? Yes. Yes, I’ll see you in a bit. Alright. Bye, lovely.”

Sarah had turned away from Chris at this point and looked down at the phone in front of her. She pursed her lips, embarrassed that she could still feel him on her. She thought she might have been imagining things but that was definitely his hand gently touching her on her hip where he’d held her just moments ago. She turned around to face him but one look into his blue eyes and she felt like she was going to collapse on the floor. She was pretty sure he could feel her shaking but he kept his grip on her, trying to work out what she was thinking. She just shook her head slowly and in confusion at what transpired and walked out of the kitchen, down the hall to the bathroom hoping to get some privacy and some cold water on her face.

She didn’t get very far. Chris followed her and grabbed her wrist, swinging her back towards him until she crashed against him again, unsteady on her feet. There was no time to think before his lips were on hers again, harder than they were before. He had his arms around her waist and started walking her backwards towards...something, she couldn’t register what.

She briefly resisted his movements but after a few steps or so he made do with the wall next to her bedroom doorway. He pressed her hards against it, his hands now back cupping her face. She could feel how hard he had become with the way he pushed his crotch into her in an attempt to keep her still against him. She knew she didn’t want to break away again, she was tired of fighting and was ready to let it just wash over her. She grabbed at his sweater with both fists and moaned into his kiss.

She shoved him until he felt his back meet the opposite wall. The groan that left him was nothing short of filthy and something inside her snapped when she felt his hands fist in her hair while the other slipped down to grip her ass. She felt him pull up the hem of her dress, his fingers gently skimming the back of her thighs. He grabbed at her just underneath her ass and pulled her against him harder than before until they lost their balance and she ended up on top of him as he slid down the wall and hit the hard wood floor beneath them. They’d have bruises tomorrow but they didn’t care.

He desperately grabbed at the hem of her dress again, this time to feel her soft skin between her thighs. Her skin was so smooth and not to the touch, he couldn’t bear it. She felt like she was on fire. He managed to pull her panties to one side but she felt them rip as she furiously gripped at the belt on his trousers. He worked out pretty quickly what she was trying to do and took over for them both to release himself as quickly as possible. In one move he placed her where he wanted her. He heard her sharp intake of breath and looked up just in time to see the look of pleasure on her face as he entered her, perhaps harder than he had intended to but she didn’t seem to mind.

Her eyes closed. He could see the blush covering her skin and her neck and he reached out to pull her face back to him as he motioned for her to move on top of him. He filled her, thrusting into her as much as he could from this angle and briefly regretted not keeping them up against the wall. He knew it would be over in a matter of seconds at this rate. They were both struggling to feel something. Make something of this godawful day.

He couldn’t take his eyes off the way she was moving. He felt her wavering slightly as he quickly approached his own release, her eyes open now and looking down at him. Their staggered breaths were the only sound filling the space. He was so close and he knew she would be too but he couldn’t ignore the look of fear growing apparent on her face. The glazed look in his eyes felt like electricity coursing through her veins. She didn’t know it could feel as exciting as it did to be encouraged along by him like this, his hands firm on her hips, gliding her up and down, keeping him firmly inside her. She had to look away and she began to move faster, slightly out of rhythm now, scraping her knees against the floor on either side of him, pain that only served to heighten the pleasure.

She could feel him throbbing inside her as his legs began to shake and his breathing quickened. The sound of them both hitting the floor over and over again only served to push her on even more against her better judgement. It was too late to stop now. They would just have to deal with the consequences another time.

He tried to hold off from his own orgasm for as long as possible. He wanted more than anything to see her hit her peak as he held her hips tighter and moved her so she could take him harder. One of her hands pushed back against the wall behind him in order to find purchase and it was this move that ultimately caused them both to hit the point of no return.

He didn’t know who came first but it didn’t matter. After a few moments, their breathing started to even out, their skin showing that unmistakable sheen of sweat that only sex could give. Without thinking, he wrapped one arm around her waist and stroked the strands of hair out of her face. He wanted her to look at him as she continued to get her breathing under control but her eyes were too tightly shut. He look scuffed up from their actions and his pupils were blown wide open. She couldn’t even imagine the state she was in. If he could have found a little strength to speak in that moment, he would have told her she was more beautiful than he’d ever seen her look before. Perhaps wisely, he decided to save that for another time.

Oh fuck.

Sarah’s brain went into overdrive as she gradually came back to reality. Chris was trying to figure out what was going through her mind as he felt her slip off him and shuffle herself to the side, pulling the hem of her dress down in a rather redundant effort to protect her modesty. Her underwear was left wrapped around one ankle as she tried to move onto her knees to stand up. She wiped at her mouth with the side of her hand and in that moment, he thought she might start crying again.

“Fuck.” She rubbed her face with her hands. He didn’t think she meant for him to hear that. It was the last thing he thought he would hear her say. He made a grab for her hand but she avoided his grasp as she stood and, on shaky legs, walked back into the kitchen leaving him ruined on the floor against the wall, shaken in more ways than one.

She couldn’t register her surrounding. She felt like she was about to throw up. How could this have happened? How could she be so stupid?

She held herself as she contemplated all the things she would need to say to him to try and make this better. No words made sense in her mind and those that did, she could barely string together to form coherent sentences. She heard Chris enter the room behind her but he stopped just inside of the doorway seemingly as unable to speak as much as she was. This was bad, she thought. So fucking bad. She felt embarrassed when she eventually clocked his messed-up hair. He looked dazed by the whole thing. No doubt his back would be bearing the brunt of their heavy mistake.

she finally reached his eyes and was met with a shy smile and a look she didn’t quite recognise. Was it pity? Concern? Regret? All of the above most probably, she couldn’t quite tell.

“Sarah,” he whispered, swallowing. “I’m....” He took a couple of steps forwards, holding his hand out to reach her, offering what he thought would be some kind of solace.

“I think you need to get back to your party,” She said calmly, deflecting the situation, tears forming in her eyes.

“Sarah, please, I don’t want...”

“People are going to be wondered where you are, Chris. You should go.”

Chris tried to focus on her face in an attempt to find something there other than the shame she was failing to hide. He wished he could get to her but the space she was putting between them felt wider than the kitchen they were stuck in. Resigned, he bowed his head slowly and turned to leave half expecting, or possibly wanting, her to stop him.

#chris evans #chris fic #evans fic #sarah bernette #clear the area #chris evans x original female character

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songtoyou · 4 years

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Chapter Four: Mission Hills - Part Two

Would You Call That Love

Pairing: Chris Evans x Raina Morrison (OC)

Rating: PG to PG-13 (Might be 18+ for some chapters)

Description: There was always that one person Chris Evans tended to turn to when he was not in a committed relationship, Raina Morrison. He could confide in her about things going on in his life that he did not feel comfortable talking to his family or close friends about. Chris and Raina were able to establish a way to openly communicate with one another, but also being respectful of the other’s time and needs. It was the only constant “relationship” he had, but without all the nonsense of trying to build a life together. A “friends with benefits” situation. However, what happens when Chris starts rethinking his “relationship” with Raina and if either are willing to pursue something more?

Chapter Rating: 18+

Warnings: Sexual content (oral with female receiving)

Word Count: 2,934

Author’s Note: We are still in 2014. It dives deeper into Chris and Raina’s friendship and how it became sexual. The next chapter we will return to the present time. This was partially proof-read.

Feedback is always welcomed. If you want to be tagged, please let me know.

Sadly, I do not know Chris Evans or anyone in his family and this is just a fictional take on his life. I do not permit this fic to be reposted on other platforms.

Updated for grammar and punctuation edits.

As Raina had expected, sex with Chris was amazing. He knew exactly what to do when it came to pleasuring a woman. The fact that he could go back and forth between being soft and sensual to dominating and rough was mind-blowing. Raina was sure she had blacked out a couple of times because the orgasms were so intense. For Chris, he could not remember the last time he came so hard. He made sure to give it his all when it came to giving Raina pleasure. He was not going to half-ass anything.

The two were in post-coital bliss—however, both knew that it would not be able to last. Neither wanted to leave the bubble they created and enter the real world. The world where they had to be mindful of how they acted around each other. The world where they were always expected to keep their guard up and be cautious. The world where everything came down to PR and playing a role the media and fans tacked them.

“I don’t want this to end,” Chris spoke up suddenly.

Raina turned her head, so she was looking at him. “What do you mean?”

Turning on his side, Chris stared at the woman next to him. He loved her. He genuinely loved her. “This has been incredible. Part of me doesn’t want it to be a one-time thing. But the sensible part of me is scared that this might ruin our friendship.”

“It isn’t,” Raina confirmed to help put Chris at ease. She could tell his anxiety was trying to take control and make him feel guilty. “Nothing is going to come between us, Chris. Us having sex…well, I don’t know about you, but it felt natural. It felt right. There was no awkwardness. I felt safe and relaxed with you. I don’t want this to end either. However, I don’t think either of us is ready to be in a relationship. You just got out of your relationship with Minka. My breakup with Ben wasn’t that long ago either. We’re too fragile right now. Plus, after today, we both have to go back to work. We won’t have the proper foundation to really build a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship.”

“I know. You’re right. So, what do we do?”

At that moment, the two friends came up with a plan to forge ahead with a friend with benefits relationship. Both knew it was risky. However, Chris and Raina were willing to take on that risk.

“We will have to establish some guidelines to follow. I am not going into this without any security. For example, never being judgmental can one of the guidelines, along with being open with communication,” Raina suggested. “We don’t have to have everything sorted out now. I think it would best to take this slow and make sure we have everything needed in place before we officially go forward with this notion.”

“I concur,” Chris agreed.

“What time is it?”

Chris turned to check his phone. “A little after 3 a.m. Do you think everyone is still out partying?”

“Knowing this crew, probably,” said Raina as she got out of bed and put on a pair of boy shorts and a tank top. “I’m going to go check if Mercedes is in her room.”

When Raina left the room, Chris proceeded to look through his phone. A couple of new posts in the group text with his Avenger coworkers; all wished him a happy birthday. He replied with a quick thank you and told them he would see them all soon.

“Her room and Tara’s room are still empty,” Raina shared as she entered the room. Looking around, she saw Chris’s clothes scattered all over the floor. “I think you should head out before they see you. I don’t…I don’t want them to know that we…I want to keep this between us.”

Chris sat up to lean his back against the headboard. He understood where Raina was coming from. “I hear ya. Don’t worry; I won’t tell Scott about tonight. I can picture him freaking out and giving me a lecture,” said Chris getting out of bed to put on his clothes.

When he was dressed, he followed Raina out of the room and to the front door.

“What time do we need to meet up for Top Golf?” asked Chris as he leaned against the front door.

“Our reservation is at noon,” Raina reminded him. She pulled Chris in for one last hug and said, “Happy Birthday, Chris. I hope that tonight was special for you. And I mean the whole night, not just the part where we…you know.”

“Well, that part might be my favorite,” Chris declared with a cheeky grin and gave Raina a soft kiss on the lips.

“Sleep tight, Evans.”

“Nighty night, Raina.”

October 18, 2014

Four months had passed since Chris’s birthday party in Vegas. It was also the last time Chris and Raina were intimate with one another. Chris had finished filming the second Avengers movie back in August and took some time off to spend with his family. Raina was still touring around the world with her new album. After finishing up the European leg of the tour, she was in for a much-needed break.

Before Chris and Raina were to head to China for the Mission Hill Pro-Am Golf Tournament, the singer would spend some time in Boston with Chris and his family. He picked Raina up at the airport that Saturday and headed to his mom’s house for dinner.

“Is your mom making her spaghetti? I have been craven it so bad, you would not believe,” said Raina as Chris drove from the airport.

“Yeah, she’s got it all ready. How are you craving it? You were just in Italy?” Chris pointed out.

“Your mom’s spaghetti is just better,” declared Raina.

“That is true.”

The drive from the airport to Lisa’s house did not take too long due to the abundance of conversations between the two friends occupying their time. Chris shared his experience at the Toronto Film Festival, where he debuted his first directorial feature film, ‘Before We Go.’ “I know my movie isn’t perfect, but I am happy with the final product. The film is supposed to be simplistic and about these two characters forming a friendship throughout the film. I…I get scared that people are going to have these high expectations and get disappointed if it doesn’t live up to them,” Chris admitted to Raina.

Raina let out a quiet sigh. She knew Chris would display his anxiety about the film. He was a perfectionist and, like most people, cared about what people thought of him and his art.

“Chris… you’re going to have so many opportunities to show the world what you can do. You put yourself out there and stepped out of your comfort zone. Not a lot of people are willing to do that, but you did. So, stop worrying so much. Don’t read the reviews from critics. They don’t matter. All that matters is if you are happy with the end product.”

“I am! I worked fucking hard on that film. Everyone did. And I am proud of it,” said Chris as he pulled into the driveway of his mother’s house.

“Then that is all that matters,” Raina replied as she got out of the car with Chris following. “Like, seriously, if I stressed over every album review or placement on the charts, I’d never get anything accomplished.

When Raina stepped to the front door, it flew open with Lisa standing with her arms wide open ready to embrace the younger woman and her eldest son.

“My babies!” exclaimed Lisa. She wrapped her arms around Raina in a tight hug. “Come on inside. Everyone is in the kitchen. Kids! Chris and Raina are here!”

They could hear the sound of Miles and Ethan’s footsteps as the boys ran from the kitchen and tackled Chris to the ground. “Okay, okay. You gotta let me up, kiddos. Go tackle Raina,” Chris ordered.

Ethan ran towards Raina for a hug. “Oh, my goodness. What happened to my little Ethan? You’re so big now,” she acknowledged as she scooped Ethan up into her arms.

“Did you bring us presents, Auntie Rai?” Ethan boldly asked as she sat him down to then pick up Miles

“Presents? Is that all I’m good for you guys?” Raina teased. Of course, she brought presents for the kids. Raina had no siblings of her own, so she did not have any nieces or nephews spoiled. Chris was more than happy to share.

“Come on, kids. Let’s head to the kitchen and get some ready for dinner,” Lisa instructed.

“We’ll open presents after dinner,” said Raina as she put Miles down and walked into the kitchen. Both boys following close behind and never leaving Raina’s side.

After being engulfed in hugs from Carly, Scott, and Shanna, the family sat down to dinner. While the surname Evans was rooted in Irish, the family was 100-percent Italian in their mannerisms: always talking with their hands, very boisterous, loud but pleasant, and happy. Their energy was infectious and endearing.

“I can’t believe how big Stella has gotten. She was so tiny the last time I saw her,” Raina spoke to Carly while the little girl smiled and reached for food on people’s plates.

Conversations flowed, along with the wine for the adults. It was a nice setting for Chris to see. He loved his family and was grateful to have this moment with his best friend.

When Chris and Raina left Lisa’s house, the two continued to work together to develop proper guidelines both would adhere to protect their friendship from any fallout.

Raina opted to include that both would need to be transparent with one another.

“Overall, we have to be honest with one another. If you or I feel like there is an issue that needs to be brought up, we have to say it. We can’t keep it inside and let it fester,” suggested Raina as she lounged on Chris’s bed in his home.

“Agree. I think we also need to include a guideline about not being judgmental. Like, if I am dating someone or if you are dating someone, neither of us can act like an asshole towards one another or the other’s partner at the time,” Chris replied with his suggestion. He had just taken a shower, so he was only wearing sweats, no shirt.

“I 100% agree,” Raina nodded. “I would like to include that we are open about what is considered off-limits and what is acceptable when it comes to our preferences and likes during sex. I don’t mind being adventurous,” she added suggestively.

Chris let out a boisterous laugh. “I always knew you were a big slut,” he teased.

“Well, you are a slut too, sweetie. But that is okay. I’m not judging you,” joked Raina. She always loved riling Chris up a bit.

“What have you done that is out of the box, sexually?” Chris asked. He desperately wanted to know. It was not like he and Raina had never talked about sex. In fact, he tended to be incredibly open with Raina when it came to talking about sex. She was willing to share her sexual history with him.

“I really don’t mind giving up control to my partner. But I can be dominant if need be. I’ve told you all this before,” Raina admitted honestly. She knew she could trust Chris to keep her secrets. She had no shame in telling him her sexual fantasies. “What do you provide especially for your…concubines?”

“Concubines? Throwing out the big words, are we.”

“You’re one to talk, Mr. I-Incorporate-SAT-Words-In-Every-One-Of-My-Sentences. Tell me, do you have a world of the day calendar posted next to your bed? You make sure to check every day, Mr. Thesaurus?” kidded Raina. “No, but seriously, what are holding back from me, Mr. Evans?” she asked while climbing on top of Chris’s lap. It did not take long for Raina to begin grinding against him while trailing kisses up his neck to ear.

“You really do love taking control, don’t you, little girl,” Chris pointed out as he rubbed his hands over Raina’s ass. “But here is something you don’t quite get…” he said and immediately flipped Raina onto her back.

With Chris hovering over Raina, he took her hands and put them above her head. “I like to be in control,” he declared and captured her lips with his. “Let me show what I can provide you. Don’t move those hands, now,” Chris instructed and began taking off Raina’s leggings and underwear.

Chris was not going to rush this, but instead, was willing to be patient and prolong providing Raina pleasure for as long as possible. When it came to giving a woman head, Chris was a pro. However, with Raina, this was more intimate and would take their friend with benefits agreement to a whole other level. He teased her clit, then would trail kisses up and down her inner thighs.

When he finally began using his tongue, Raina jerked and gasped. “Oh my God! That feels so good.” Chris had to hold Raina down by putting one of his large hands on her stomach. It took all of Raina’s self-control to keep her hands put and not grab Chris’s hair.

“I need to come!” Raina shouted after Chris inserted a finger and began pumping in and out of her.

“So soon,” he teased and continued pumping, this time adding another finger. “Nah, not yet, sweetheart. I’m not quite done tasting you.”

October 21, 2014

It was sad saying goodbye to the Evans clan, especially when they began crying. He was worried that Chris and Raina would not be around to trick or treat with him.

“Hey buddy, I will be back before then to celebrate Halloween together. I promise we will go trick or treating,” Chris consoled his youngest nephew.

“Can Raina come with us?” the little boy asked.

“Heck yeah, I’m coming tricking or treating with you guys,” confirmed Raina, to which Miles replied happily by jumping for joy and hugging her tightly.

The flight from Boston to Dongguan, China, for the Mission Hills Golf Club Tournament was thirty-five hours, including two layovers, one at JFK Airport and another at Heathrow. Raina was happy not to have to take the trip alone. She and Chris were accommodated with first-class tickets, so traveling the long distance came with perks.

“Hey, thanks for agreeing to stay a little longer in Boston for Halloween. The kids really adore you. I know you must have planned on seeing your dad while you got some time off,” Chris uttered as he got comfortable in his plane seat. They finally boarded the plane on their second layover.

“It’s no problem. I talk to my dad all of the time, so he’s doing alright,” said Raina and added, “He has actually…began dating again.”

Chris already knew this as George had asked him for dating advice. George had asked Chris not to mentioned it to Raina as he worried it would upset his daughter. Chris understood and kept his mouth shut.

“I mean…that is a good thing…right? He’s getting back out there…moving on…healing… that’s good. You’re good with it, right?” Chris rambled on nervously. The last thing he wanted for Raina to be upset or in a bad mood for the duration of their trip.

“It’s weird. The whole thing is weird. I don’t really want to talk about it. I shouldn’t have brought it up. I gotta use the bathroom,” mumbled Raina and got up from her seat.

“Raina, don’t be upset,” Chris interjected.

“I’m not upset. I really do have to use the bathroom because I drank all that water during the last layover,” she said, making her way to the bathroom.

As Chris waited for Raina to return, he asked one of the flight attendants for a Dirty Shirley, his travel companion’s favorite drink, and Stella Artois for himself, along with some snacks. He also pulled out his laptop and looked through his movie library to see what would be good to watch. Chris ended up choosing one of his favorite Disney movies, Robin Hood, which was also one of Raina’s favorites.

When Raina returned to her seat, she saw the set-up Chris and was given her Dirty Shirley. The deliciously sweet drink definitely helped lift her spirits.

“We have about eighteen hours until we land in China, let’s just get drunk and watch Disney movies for the time being,” Chris suggested, and he raised his beer to toast with Raina.

“You’re such a sweetheart, Evans. I can’t deal with you sometimes.”

The two friends drank and ate some snacks while making it through three movies before eventually falling asleep. When the plane finally landed in Dongguan, China, both were ready to put on their “game face” for the week. It was business as usual with PR events and gatherings.

Chris and Raina were not worried about rumors spreading within their respective fandoms about the two being at the same event; they were used to it by now. During the actual Mission Hills golf tournament, Raina and Chris would purposely stand close to one another or walk side-by-side with their arms around each other at parties. Both knew they were playing with fire, but in the end, Chris and Raina were having fun and enjoying being with one another.

They were two touchy-feely friends on the surface, but behind closed doors, they were so much more.

#chris evans #chris evans x ofc #chris evans x original female character

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secretlittlerandezvous · 5 years

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The Winning Goal - Jake DeBrusk

Summary: Jakes scores the winning goal in the last moments of the final game and the Bruins win the Stanley Cup. Followed by a celebration with the team in his girl.

Words: 1667

The time stood still during the last minutes of the final game. Last game of the season, the last chance to win the Stanley Cup or to end the season by losing and going home with nothing but pain and disappointment. Both teams were exhausted and hurting from the physical and emotional pain, yet they weren’t giving up and kept going. The fans weren’t doing any better, the stress fell on everyone in the arena, everyone was scared, nervous and praying for their team to win. And although the situation wasn’t easy for the crowd everyone kept cheering and loudly supporting their team to show them their love and hopefully give them more strength and motivation to keep fighting. She wasn’t any different. The fear of losing took over her even before the playoffs started and it was only getting worse with each second that passed of every day or every game. She had sweaty palms and felt nauseous from all the stress she felt during every game and the final one took a lot of strength and dedication to the boys to stay until the end and support them until the last second. Jake’s parents tightly held her hands towards the end of the game, they were all silent and almost didn’t breathe. The three of them were counting the last minutes in their heads and at the same time, they prayed for the winning goal. The Bruins were playing on home ice, every player had his family and friends there and the fans were going crazy. They had the best possible environment to win.

When Jake scored the winning and final goal everything went in a blur. As if it all happened in only one second; the goal, the celebration, Zdeno proudly holding the Stanley Cup over his head and the boys hugging each other. She was in such shock that it took her a good few minutes to finally come back to her senses to realize what happened. Jake’s parents and Y/n started crying from the happiness they felt at that moment and even though they would’ve reacted the same way if it was anyone else from the team to score, they couldn’t possibly express how proud they were that is was Jake who scored. Everyone in the arena was screaming, either from joy or anger. Every single person expressed their emotion in one way or another and there wasn’t a person who sat calmly in their seat with a neutral face on. Everyone felt something. Y/n felt pure happiness and joy. Nothing else. No stress, no fear, and no nausea. She was the happiest and proudest girlfriend in the world and no one and nothing could ruin it for her at that moment, no one could take it away from her. She was proud of Jake no matter what. Whether he scored or not, whether the Bruins won or not. She was still proud and still cheering for him simply for all the dedication, hard work and time he sacrificed for hockey, for the team and fans. But what she felt when he scored this time was stronger than anything else, she ever felt.

After a celebration in the locker rooms and then in the conference room with the families, friends, staff and press the boys and their partners headed to a club they ranted for the whole night to celebrate properly. The happiness and excitement were visible on everyone’s faces and not a single eye stayed dry. It was the most intense day and evening of her life and she was sure it would take something big and special to beat the emotions of that day. The party was huge, and it took only a few minutes for everyone to go absolutely crazy and take it too far with the alcohol, food or with making sure the whole Boston knew they won by loudly screaming it from the top of their lungs every couple of minutes. Jake’s hands didn’t leave Y/n’s body, he had them wrapped around her waist protectively at all costs and she couldn’t stop kissing him or crying whenever she looked at him.

“I’m so proud of you guys!” She shouted with a wide smile at the boys when she joined them at the bar, and they all went to hug her tightly instead of saying a simple thank you. “And I can’t even begin to tell you how proud I am of you Jake; I can’t put the excitement into words. I love you so much.” She said to Jake, looking right into his eyes that were full of tears. Her hands were wrapped around his neck yet she still kept some distance between them so she could look at his face properly and make sure he was looking right back at her.

“I love you, baby,” he kissed her cheek as he pulled her into a tight and loving hug. “I wouldn’t make it if you didn’t support me along the way and if I didn’t have you there.”

“It compliments me a lot, but I know without a doubt that you would’ve made it without me. You’re a fucking great player and you’re only gonna get better. You’re talented and I have nothing to do with that.”

“I know you don’t like to hear it honey but your support and love is a big part of my motivation to keep going even if I’m tired and ready to give up. That goal wasn’t only for the team and the fans, it was also for you. And I couldn’t happier than I am right now knowing you were there to see it together with my parents.”

Before she could say anything back, argue with him that she really wasn’t as important as he made it she was pulled away from him by David who dragged her to the dance floor, playfully and without asking. She was used to it by now and nothing surprised her at that point. She was soon surrounded not only by David but also by Sean, both Charlies, Patrice, and Brad. All of them were seconds later joined by other girlfriends and wives and they all danced messily in a tight group hug, laughing and smiling and loudly yelling at each other all sorts of compliments and jokes. It was one of those moments when you realize how beautiful life is and how all the love you receive is worth every struggle and pain you experience.

The party took Jake by surprise. Sure, he didn’t expect a small get together where they would talk over a bottle of beer, but it was bigger than he expected. He watched Y/n and the group from afar with a satisfied look on his face and enjoyed the view and the atmosphere even without joining them. Watching Y/n talk with everyone so easily and drink the way he never saw her drink before took him by a surprise as well, but he couldn’t complain about a single thing. So, although he wasn’t a huge fan of drinking too much, he let it slide and didn’t acknowledge it for the rest of the night. He let her celebrate and only occasionally looked behind to make sure she was safe and okay, and she was, she always was.

A couple of minutes later she got out of David’s company and reunited with Jake in the lounge room in the back of the club. The other boys left just before she arrived. Jake talked with them about the game, drank a couple of beers and celebrated the win. He was slowly getting tired of everyone talking about his winning goal because even though he was unbelievably happy he did score he saw it as teamwork, and he didn’t want to take all the praise. She was slightly drunk, exhausted but still happy and excited about the whole day, about the win and his goal. She sat next to him and rested her head on his strong and warm chest, he played with her hair carelessly and they sat in silence for a few minutes taking in every moment of the night. She then glanced over at him and kissed him. A simple and soft kiss that later turned into a makeout session. Y/n placed her small hands on both sides of his face and his significantly bigger hands traveled down her back to her hips and up again. They probably would’ve continued if they weren’t disturbed by the boys who without a single care joined them in the hidden lounge and so they were forced to stay away from each other and join the conversation.

“Are you okay love?” Y/n whispered into Jake’s ear so no one else could hear them and with concern, she studied his face.

“Couldn’t be better,” he looked at her with a smile and pulled her a little closer to his body because no matter how close she was it was never enough. There was always some distance between their bodies, but he never stopped trying and he kept pulling her closer with the hope that one day she would finally be close enough.

“I can’t wait to go home and have you to myself,” she said innocently. It was just a thought, just a little wish that crossed her mind and left her mouth before she could think about it. Y/n didn’t want Jake to leave earlier than necessary and she wanted him to stay and celebrate with everyone but another part of her wanted to be alone with him and express her love for him in private.

“Let’s go home then,” he answered also without thinking but when she suggested it he suddenly realized how much he longed to go home and be with her and sort out all of his thoughts and maybe finally calm down all the emotions.

And so they went home hand in hand and they talked about the game all night reliving the history over and over again.

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mikaa-mina · 4 years

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Ch 11- At Garden’s Edge : A Newt, some gremlins, and a Boston Fern walk into an IT business...

He’d been too distracted lately. Too distracted by soft cashmere sweaters he couldn’t let go of or return, too distracted by plays and books and AlwaysWinter with Anathema. Too distracted by far and now the Dowlings’ party was this weekend and Crowley still wasn’t sure how he was going to be in two places at once.

Bloody catering... He had a shop to run, he couldn’t just be going off willy-nilly to hand deliver and set up the flower arrangements for a bloody socialite party. But he’d agreed. Because he could use the money. And because Warlock had cared enough to engineer it to happen, the little hellion.

So here he was, taking an early lunch because he was too anxious to keep his hands steady, and as well as the plants had been behaving lately he didn’t want to accidentally bend something. So. Caffeine. Caffeine might steady his nerves- his hands- both.

He’s halfway to Knead to Know when the glass door to his immediate left flings open and nearly clips Crowley straight in the head. It’s the work of a moment to twist out of the way, cursing all the while at the oblivious arsehole, only to finally look up and see-

“Lost Boy!”

There’s those nervous eyes, the shuffle from foot to foot as he apologizes for nearly bowling Crowley over and then the hesitant, “uh, actually, it’s Newton.”

“Right, right,” he’s waving it away carelessly because he’s just taken notice of the box of shame Newton’s holding. Or rather, the extremely delicate and hard to keep alive Boston Fern that’s nestled in with the various office supplies shoved into the ‘just got job dumped’ box. “Whatever, listen. Is that yours?” He’s pointing at the flower, mind whirling, gears turning.

“Uh. Yes?”

“Psssh. It’s either yours or itsn’t. Which is it?”

“It’s mine. Turpin’s my duck.”

Crowley blinked. No the Boston Fern was definitely still a Boston Fern. “...your wut?”

“Oh, uh,” he shifted again, the contents of his box rattling but the plant, apparently named Turpin, staying steady despite it all, “see, in IT there’s this thing where you have a rubber duck on your desk and you talk to it when you’re stuck on a problem and it helps you figure it out.”

Dubiously, “Right.... Listen.”

“...yeah?”

“You sacked?”

Immediately Newt’s shoulders hunched up and his mouth opened to either deny or affirm it but Crowley’s mind is on a fast track one track train and his mouth bowls them both over before he’s quite thought anything through. “Did you care for the plant yourself?”

“‘Course.”

He seemed confident. Crowley narrowed his eyes at him.

“What kind of soil does it need?”

“Loamy. Though you really need to make sure it’s got good drainage, are you-“

“How much water?”

Bewildered Newt answered again, “Well the root ball needs to stay moist at all times but if it’s not in a humid environment you’ll need to mist it a fair bit. Why? Are you looking to get one? They’re a bit finicky but if you read up on them I’m sure you’d get the hang of it.”

Crowley stared at him. Thought about it. Decided to not think about it.

“Oh what the hell. Want a job Lost Boy?”

“Uh.”

Feeling like the boy was panicking for no reason Crowley went on to explain, gesticulating the whole while, “look, you’ve obviously been sacked and I need someone to mind the shop while I’m out with deliveries. Or you can do the deliveries.” He shrugged, “either way. Easy stuff. Plant shop.”

“I, uh, really prefer to do computer based jobs- I mean, I went into Computer Sciences so I could-“

“I’ve got a smart cash register and those white cube buggers that you put on your phone to let people pay through. That’s techy. C’mon, s’not like you’ve got anything better going on. No job, probably lots of bills to pay, why not work for me till your dream job rolls around?”

“Uh, well, I-“

“Fantastic!” Crowley grinned, shook Newt’s hand, shoved a business card into that very same hand, and rattled off, “the address is on here. See you tomorrow at 10am sharp. I have a delivery at 11 and we’ll cover the plant rules and schedules then.”

“I- okay??”

“Great! See you tomorrow Lost Boy.”

“I prefer Newt, actually, Mr. Crowley.”

“Right. Newt. Huh, I’m surprised you remembered my name. Rubbish at names, me.”

Newt gave a faint smile as if he figured that before explaining, “just handy with names, I suppose.”

“And plant care?”

“Oh, well. I’ve got a photographic memory. Really helps with that sort of thing.”

Crowley’s eyebrows raised, intrigued and already planning, “oh do you now?”

Thursday arrived bright at 10am with a befuddled Newton who still wasn’t, 100%, sure how exactly he had ended up agreeing to a job. Or how he’d been offered it at all.

There were rules, regulations (for Newt and the plants), and a whirlwind of information. By 11 he’d shorted out the cash register twice, brought down the electronic doorbell three times, and took out some other electrical device once (that Crowley swore at but wouldn’t tell Newt just what it was). So he was, rather emphatically, pushed out the door to do the 11am delivery while Crowley did damage control.

Newt didn’t really think there was a delivery for 11am, otherwise why would he be leaving at 11 and not before to be able to arrive at 11, but figured maybe Mr. Crowley was testing him or just really really wanted to get him out of the shop.

Sometimes Newt thinks his life seems like the set up of a bar joke. Or any joke really.

It’s probably why when he walks into the shop he’s supposed to deliver the flower arrangement to, he’s not particularly surprised that it’s an occult shop.

It’s a little startling that the woman behind the counter already has her eyes on his before he’s even walked in through the door, but maybe that was just luck. (Maybe there’s a security camera she saw him coming on like Mr. Crowley has.)

But no, he’s not that lucky. The next words out of her mouth startle him into nearly turning right back around and leaving. If it weren’t for how terrifyingly beautiful she was.

“Uh, I- sorry?” He tries, not because he didn’t hear her, but more of because he’s always been terribly bad with beautiful women, and she’s awfully striking. His tongue feels too large and clumsy, his hands feel a bit clammy, and honestly he’s just glad that he’s still got a good grip on the pot he’s holding. Also, he’s pretty sure he’s forgotten entirely what she’s said.

Her hair is dark and curly, and her cheeks hit the bottom of the lenses of her glasses when she smiles at him. He’s startled by her brisk “Nevermind that!” and clap of her hands, she stands from the counter, coming around it in a flurry of skirts, “now, would you prefer a palm reading or a tarot card reading?”

“Uh.”

Her smile widened. “Tarot card reading it is.”

That was probably for the best as his hands had already started sweating and honestly he was feeling a bit concerned for the pot he was still holding- the pot!

“Oh! These are for you- uh, wait, you’re Anathema right?”

“I am, and thank you for the flowers Newton.”

“They’re from Mr. Crowley, actually, and, wait- how did you know my name?”

She winked at him! “Witches never reveal their secrets.” And then she was turning away again, skirts swishing as she took the pot over to the front counter. (when did she take it from him??) She set it up in the far right corner where she’d be able to see it but still have it out of the way and then gestured him to follow her back through a curtain.

“I really don’t think I should- I mean, I’m still working and all and-”

“Just tell him that I kept you,” she answered breezily as she held the curtain open for him, “he’ll probably take pity on you actually,” she herded him towards a cushy stool and then seated herself at an identical one across a small round table from him.

“Alright, let’s see what we’re working with here.”

And that’s how he found himself getting a Tarot Card Reading done for him by the oddest american he’d yet met, and totally unsurprised at not knowing how he ended up here. And then, as was typical of a poorly done bar joke, Crowley barged in (as well as one could when the door was a curtain and not an actual wooden door).

“Bloody hell, I should have figured you’d steal the poor guy.”

“Stealing’s a strong word,” Anathema replied, chin settling in her palm, elbow planted squarely between Newt’s present and future cards. “After all, you’re the one who gave him to me.”

Newt felt he ought to say something about not being a thing but Crowley was already spluttering and objecting.

“Gave? Gave? Ana I sent him to make a delivery! Of which, you were supposed to send him back after he’d done his job.” Crowley blinked, swiveled to look at Newt and arched an eyebrow over dark sunglasses, “you did deliver the arrangement...”

Before Newt could even respond Anathema butted in again, “of course he delivered the flowers you menace! He’s a full grown adult, he can be trusted to do what he’s supposed to.”

“Oh really now? Because as I recall you were supposed to text me when he arrived.”

Anathema rolled her eyes, “oh please, I know you’re a worrywart about your babies-”

“-My what?!-”

“-but no one’s going to accidentally kill them-”

“’Won’t accidentally’- Do you not remember-”

Well. At least that cleared up how she knew he was coming and his name. For a moment there he was afraid he might be in danger of accidentally offending an actual witch. He had enough going on in his life without being cursed on top of it thank you.

“Oh please, that was one time-”

“Four! It was four times!!”

“Oh my god… I can’t believe you’re still upset about-”

Words dissolved into consonants and spluttering and Newt wasn’t sure if it would be better to stick around or sneak back out through the curtain.

Actually, “uh, sorry, excuse me but- if you’re here Mr. Crowley, who’s watching the shop?”

“No one. Because this” pointed glare “witch wouldn’t answer any of my texts.”

“Oh quit complaining you dramatic baby-”

“Oi! I had to make sure you hadn’t taken him to be one of your witchy ingredients now-”

Newt startled, “wait- uh-”

“He’s joking,” Anathema stated rather firmly and not all that convincingly before leveling a glare at Crowley, “Isn’t he?”

Crowley sent Newt a sideways glance and an entirely too concerning shrug before unconvincingly saying “suuuure. Probably.”

“Crowley!!”

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You walked home from work that day... The war was over... Every single day, from the moment Donny left, you ran home, hoping to find a letter. Every once in a blue moon, you'd get one. Obviously, being part of an elite squad deep undercover behind enemy lines limited what he could write, and how often. But when he did, you treasured those letters, and held them so close to your heart... You'd read over them so often, you knew them word for word. But, that letter... very last letter...That last letter was the reason you walked home when everyone else ran to the docks, the streets, the airports, the phones, celebrating and waiting. You weren't sure what to expect. Though, you braced yourself for the worst. That last letter came about a week before the war's end. Donny made it clear he was going to end the war. He promised. And when Donny Donowitz made a promise, you better believe he was gonna keep it. But... He also said it was a dangerous mission. Maybe the most dangerous he’d ever been on. He said even if the war ended, he couldn't promise he'd come home. All he could promise was that it would be over soon, that he loved you, and that he’d give anything to see you again... You sighed, and set your keys on the kitchen counter. You unrolled your sleeves, and opened the top button of your work shirt. You were covered in sweat and soot, just like every other day after work. You'd been working in the factories, making ammunitions and parts for guns and machines boys like Donny had to use. You mechanically went through the motions, day in and day out, sunrise to sunset, year after year...waiting for it to end some day. Waiting for Donny... And he promised it would end... And it turned out, he kept his promise. All anyone could talk about was the end of the war. You couldn't blame them. You couldn't blame anyone. But what you wouldn't give to be with them, on the streets, waiting for Donny to come home. You didn't know whether he was or wasn't. You sighed, poured yourself a shot of bourbon, and leaned over the sink, not knowing what to believe... It had been so long...what would you say? What would you do?! And if...if that day never came, what would you do? He'd been your best friend since the two of you could talk. He'd been the love of your life since you were running around... You couldn't remember a time in your life without Donny before the war. And it had just been so hard. But you always had that hope that he'd come home some day. Now you didn't even have that... Your tears dripped into the sink, and you flung the glass of bourbon against the wall. You stared down at the running water, sobbing, but no sound came out. You didn't know what to think anymore. Where would you be without him? Who were you without Donny? How could he do this to you... At least... You looked down at the clear water... At least, you sighed softly, he did what he always needed and wanted to do. He took down Hitler. You splashed some of the water on your face... You could hear him now. "Don't cry for me, doll..." It wasn't what he would have wanted... You wandered aimlessly into your living room. Pictures of you and Donny going back over twenty years were hung around the room. There were pictures of you, laughing as toddlers, back in preschool, barely able to say each others names, but able to show how much you meant to each other with a hug. Pictures of you, at each other's games. He always did love baseball... You grew out of it. There was a picture of you in high school, where he'd dragged you to a Red Sox game. The only reason you didn't regret going was because that was where you had your first kiss... There was a picture of him dropping you off for your first day of college.... and then one of him picking you up a week later. Literally picking you up, and swinging you around. You used to come home every weekend, but the days you were gone were just so boring without you... There were a few pictures of you together in the summer of 1942... You'd just graduated by then. And Donny had been drafted. You spent as much time together as possible. And some snippets of that unforgettable summer were immortalized in black and white. The last two pictures you’d put up were taken during the last twenty four hours you spent together... The night before Donny shipped out to bootcamp, he took you out on a date. A nice, proper date. You two didn't do that often. Usually you went out to the docks, or the beach, or downtown. But he took you out... He dressed up, you dressed up. It was nice... You talked, and talked, and talked that last night, until you fell asleep in his arms, and he slept safe and warm one last time... The final picture... You slowly picked that frame off the wall, looked at it with a sigh and smiled softly, as a tear streamed down your cheek. You couldn't help it... It had been your very first day working in the factory. You ran home. You hoped, and cried, thinking you wouldn't catch Donny before he left... He was just locking the door when you ran up the steps, and tripped. He caught you... Just barely...as you caught him one last time. You were in your jumpsuit, work boots, and still wearing your work apron. He smiled softly as he picked you up, "You ok, baby?" You weren't sure... On the one hand, you were proud of him. Especially as you eyed that baseball bat he just got everyone to write names on... Words could never be enough to tell him just how much he meant to you, and everyone who’d written on the bat. On the other hand...you weren't ready to say goodbye. But you realized he meant if you were ok after tripping. You looked up at him, and sighed with a smile... It would do no good to either of you to cry, to beg for him to stay... So you nodded, 'Better than ever, Don...' Only you could ever have gotten away with calling him that. He kissed you, one last time that day. Because he didn't know if or when he'd ever get to do it again... You set the picture down on the coffee table, and walked over to the radio. You switched it on, hoping to hear something that might be able to ease your soul. Instead, all you heard was an announcer saying, "We have very few details on the military operative that killed Hitler, and a majority of his high command. Tune in tomorrow night, same time and station for more details!" You turned the dial incessantly, hoping some faceless voice would be able to give you some sort of closure. You didn't get any... You flipped to a random station, and heard a beautiful set of trumpets playing... The song had been playing often lately. You always thought it was a lovely song, but it never hit you as hard as it did in that moment.... It really had been a long, long time... You opened a drawer, and pulled out Donny's final letter, a pack of cigarettes, and a lighter. You had the radio just loud enough to hear the song play as you sat on the porch. All you knew was the war was over, Donny was sure he'd kill HItler... And if you knew Donny, he was like Icarus... You sat there, reading, and re-reading the lines you'd memorized over sleepless nights, as you puffed on a cigarette. You took a breath of fresh air, and glanced ahead. The porch of your house faced east. Just a few blocks away, there was the ocean. And just beyond the ocean, soldiers were lining up, waiting to be home. Flyboys would be zooming over the Atlantic. Sailors would be navigating their way back... Not all of them were so lucky... And you were worrying ceaselessly. What if Donny was one of Boston’s unfortunate sons? You lit another cigarette, your eyes resting on the words, though you weren't reading them. Your mind repeated them over and over, in Donny's voice... You could still hear It's Been A Long, Long Time playing... Each word was becoming heavier and heavier in your heart... You breathed smoke out...looking down at the letter through the haze, and the music echoing through the smoke... It was then that the distant ode to homeward soldiers, and the song of lonesome crickets were joined by a third melody. "You ok, baby?" Your heart stopped... You dropped the letter. You dropped your cigarette. Half of you couldn't believe it... The other half of you begged for it to be more than a love-sick delusion. You managed to get to your knees, tears streaming down your face. Donny dropped his bat... The thump sounded distant, almost like an echo... Everything seemed so surreal in that moment... Donny held you in his arms... There you stood under the stars, just like you did all those years ago. Both of you in your uniforms... Both of you holding onto each other, eyes promising everyhing would be ok. And it was...

Donny held the sides of your face in his hands, and he kissed you. The world was full of light, the sky full of stars, the music was as clear as day... 'Kiss me once, then kiss me twice, then kiss me once again, it's been a long, long time...'

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