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ellethespaceunicorn-masterlist · 8 months

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🎧Elle the Space Unicorn's Masterlist🎧

Reader inserts will have no descriptors, OFCs will be black and plus-sized(unless otherwise stated). I love being able to give girls/femmes who look like me the chance to romance some of their faves.

🎧Bless my current muse...🎧

I love to write fanfiction. Right now, my main muse is Henry Cavill. But I also like some Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan characters (see below who I will write for - send prompts or requests to @ellethespaceunicorn HERE).

Masterlist is under the Cut...

Bright Like The Moon (ongoing)

Love, Napoleon (ongoing)

Scrapbook (finished)

Daddy Knows Best (possibly on hiatus)

Don't Take My Sunshine Away (possibly on hiatus)

Touch and Go (possibly ongoing)

The Howling in Claw Creek Forest (ongoing)

What Are You Doing, StepBro?

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Humphrey x Stepsister!Reader

Summary: You and Humphrey don’t have the best start, but before long you will reach an arrangement.

Hold Me Til I Scream For Air To Breathe

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sub!Clark Kent x Domme!Reader

Summary: Clark needs to give over to his submissive urges, specifically he yearns to be tied up and owned.

I Want a Little Sugar in My Bowl

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Napoleon Solo x Reader

Summary: Napoleon wines and dines.

Make That Kitty Purr {DARK FIC}

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader

Fandom: Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU

Summary: Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend.

Make That Kitty Purr [Director's Cut] {DARKER FIC}

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader

Fandom: Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU

Summary: Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend. This is the darker pre-edited version.

Some Things You Just Can’t Refuse

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Dom!Clark Kent x Sub!Reader

Summary: A collection of first times with Clark Kent, and one last time.

Happy Birthday, Cupcake

Rating: General

Pairing: Clark Kent x PlusSize!Reader

Summary: Clark surprises you for your birthday.

Treat Me Like A Slut

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: August Walker x Reader

Summary: August has had enough of your antics, and you’re going to pay for it.

Sometimes The Silence Guides A Mind

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Summary: As you were getting close to Sherlock, he stops visiting. You pop over to Baker Street and share an eye-opening moment.

Don't Take Your Eyes Off It

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Steve Rogers x Black!Fem!Reader

Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day, and you have a surprise for Steve!

Fifteen Minutes

Character: Walter Marshall x Unnamed Black!OFC

Rating: Explicit

Summary: What Walter does with 15 minutes of his time.

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out

Pairing: Syverson x Reader

Rating: Mature

Summary: When an unexpected pregnancy rocks your already uncertain world, you decide the best option is to run. Apocalypse AU.

Pretty As A Picture

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Summary: What started as a hobby day in the park turns into Lloyd Hansen showing you why taking photos of strangers is a bad idea.

Something Old, Something New

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Nick Fowler x Reader

Summary: Your childhood best friend invites you to your old vacation spot for her wedding, and you have been catching up with your first crush: her recently divorced big brother Nick.

Oxytocin

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Older!Black!Fem!OFC

Summary: At a New Year's Eve party, Ransom Drysdale's life is forever changed by a chance meeting with Ivy Kensington.

My Little Strawberry

Pairing: Syverson x Black!Reader (Peaches)

Rating: Mature

Summary: A follow-up to Shape Up. Sy has a conversation with his baby girl while she’s still in your stomach.

Doing Something Unholy

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Charles Brandon x Reader

Summary: This is a prompt fill for some teasing of Charles Brandon and then him taking over.

Praise You

Rating: General, pure fluff

Pairing: Clark Kent x Insecure PlusSize!Reader

Summary: Clark Kent loves everything about you, especially what you think are your flaws.

Get My Pretty Name Outta Your Mouth

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Reader

Summary: You hate everything about Detective Walter Marshall. He feels the same about you. Now, kiss!

Shape-Up

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Cpt Syverson x Black!Reader (Peaches)

Summary: Syverson and his girl, Peaches, try and trim his beard without causing a ruckus. Spoiler alert: they fail.

Follow-up to Shape-Up: My Little Strawberry

The Paganini Problem

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Wife!Reader

Summary: Being Sherlock’s wife proves to be difficult when a case stumps him.

Power Play: After Hours

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Assistant!Black!Reader

Summary: What happens when Lloyd sees you, his assistant, in something other than what you usually wear? Well, you should be worried about what he does when he sees you.

No Good Deeds

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Landlord!Ari Levinson x Reader

Summary: Moving out on your own is challenging, but your landlord, Mr. Levinson is kind and helpful. But he may want more from you than your tenancy.

Executive Temptation

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: CEO!August Walker x Employee!Reader

Summary: You’ve caught the eye of CEO August Walker. What happens when he asks you to go to his private office?

Walter Marshall - Hobbies

Lloyd Hansen - Family, Quirks/Hobbies, Sleep

Lloyd Hansen - What happens when reader starts dressing to match lloyd?

Walter Marshall (Night Hunter)

Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)

Clark Kent (Man of Steel, BvS, Justice League)

Humphrey (Stardust)

Charles Brandon (The Tudors)

Mike (Hellraiser: Hellworld)

Napoleon Solo (The Man from U.N.C.L.E.)

August Walker (Mission: Impossible - Fallout)

Will Shaw (The Cold Light of Day)

Sherlock Holmes (Enola Holmes films)

Captain Syverson (Sand Castle)

Evan Marshall (Blood Creek)

Melot (Tristan and Isolde)

Thomas Apreas (Hotel Laguna)

Chas Quilter (The Inspector Lyndley Mysteries)

Stephen Colley (I Capture the Castle)

I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR HENRY

Lloyd Hansen (The Gray Man)

Andy Barber (Defending Jacob)

Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out)

Steve Rogers (Avengers films)

Curtis Everett (Snowpiercer)

Ari Levinson (The Red Sea Diving Resort)

Nick Gant (PUSH)

Jake Jensen (The Losers)

Frank Adler (Gifted)

I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR CHRIS

Bucky Barnes (Marvel)

Charles Blackwood (We Have Always Lived in the Castle)

Steve Kemp (Fresh)

Max (Sharper)

Nick Fowler (The 355)

Lee Bodecker (The Devill All The Time)

Chris (Destroyer)

Justin Capshaw (Law & Order)

I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR SEBASTIAN

Let me know if you wanna be added and for what plz, so far only these categories 😁 Let me know if you ever want to be removed!

General Fanfiction (Everything)

Henry Character Fanfiction

Chris Character Fanfiction

August Walker

Bright Like The Moon

Love, Napoleon!

Daddy Knows Best

Don't Take My Sunshine Away

The Howling in Claw Creek Forest

~Please DON'T ask me to tag you in a series that you've never 'liked' or 'reblogged'. It's just kind of rude. Also, don't ask for an ETA on the next chapter.~

*Blog Header, Cover Art for fics, Masterlist Header/MDNI 18+ Banner, Support/Reblog banner and Masterlist Dividers made by me in Canva*

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geeky-politics-46 · 2 years

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I had another idea after finally seeing Defending Jacob & re-watching all of Boston Legal (forgot how good it is!)... What if after everything Andy went through he left the DA's office for a fresh start & a new life. He ends up at the prestigious Boston law firm of Crane, Poole, & Schmidt. How will he adjust to the eccentric world of Alan Shore, Jerry Espenson, Shirley Schmidt, & Denny Crane?

PS... Part 2 of my "Friends, Just Friends" (Stephen Strange x Y/N, Bucky Barnes x Y/N) story will be up this weekend! Yay!

#andy barber #defending jacob #boston legal #crane poole & schmidt #denny crane #alan shore #shirley schmidt #boston legal fanfiction #boston legal fanfic #andy barber fanfiction #andy barber fanfic #chris evans #james spader #william shatner #candice bergen #crossover fanfiction #boston legal crossover #andy barber imagine

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pixi3du5t · 3 years

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𝕭𝖆𝖗𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝖁𝕾 𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖜𝖔𝖔𝖉: 𝕻1

Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader, DARK!Charles Blackwood x Reader-past relationship/possible future.

Word count: 1,486

Warnings: 18+ (Mainly for future reference.) Mature scenes, violence, vulgar language, mentions of abuse, physical assault, name calling(non sexual), mentions of blood/cuts, torment, threats of violence/forced sexual activities, mentions of alcohol abuse, brief mention of murder(Jacob), affair.

A/n:PLEASE NOTIFY ME IF ANY WARNINGS HAVE BEEN MISSED AND I APOLOGISE IN ADVANCE, THOUGH I WILL STRESS THIS STORY IS NOT FOR A SENSITIVE AUDIENCE. IT WILL GROW MORE DARK IN FUTURE CHAPTERS. It’s taken a lot for me to finally post this, so I hope you like it!

Summary: Amid marriage problems, two neighbours find themselves gravitating towards each other.

Tonight just wasn't your night! Three times you have attempted to go to bed-THREE TIMES-and still not a wink of sleep granted to you. Whether it be your phone chirping, your daughter crying or your neighbour's dog barking, something always seemed to keep you awake. This being why when your fourth attempt was interrupted by an insistent banging, you completely blew your lid!

Marching downstairs with not a single weapon in hand, you hastily unlocked the door and swung it open to come face to face with your ex-husband. Just like that, all hope for a good night's sleep flew out the window.

"There she is! My darling WIFE!" Charles spat, stumbling into the rocking chair that sat beside your front door. "You having a good night, baby?"

Not having room to deal with his bullshit, you waltzed out onto your porch and shoved him down the three steps leading up to your door. It amazed you how he was even able to withhold his balance since it was clear that he had been drinking.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" You screeched, hoping the malice in your voice told him just how aggravating his presence was to you. "Our daughter is right upstairs!"

The mention of his little girl struck a chord in him, reminding him of why he was here in the first place.

"Exactly! That's my problem!" He roared. "Our daughter is only metres away from a kiddy killer!"

Okay, now you were way past being livid. Not only were you sick of the game 'who's the worst parent', but you had enough of people trash-talking Jacob Barber. In your eyes, he will always be the innocent little boy who used to purposely kick his ball into your yard, hoping to con you into giving him a taste of whatever delicacies you had been cooking up in the kitchen.

"Leave him out of this!" You hissed.

"Why? Are you afraid his daddy might hear me? Good! I hope he does! It will finally give me the chance to kick his ass!"

His confession provoked a giggle from your lips. There was no way your dead beat of an ex-husband could so much as graze the god-like specimen next door, let alone kick his ass. The thought of it was way too bizarre for you to be able to take the threat seriously.

"Yeah. You like that baby?"

Unfortunately, it appeared that the said deadbeat failed to recognise that you were laughing at him, not with him. Thus, leading him to cage you up against the porch railing with a suggestive smirk written across his lips.

Not having the stomach to allow this man to touch you any further, you tiptoed up to his ear and seductively whispered. "What I LIKE is the thought of that beefy dilf next door kicking your ass so far up this lawn you will be tasting my mother's dahlias for weeks!"

Suddenly, his suggestive grip tightened to the point crescent marks were engraved into your skin. The flirty smile shifted into a dark, twisted sneer and all humour dissipated into nothing but pure rage. You had provoked the beast, meaning now you were going to pay for it.

"Listen here, bitch!" He growled, ignorant to the whimper that left your lips as he grasped your hair. "I've had enough of this fake successful ex-wife act! Now, you're going to get on your knees and suck my dick like the little prostitute you are!"

Fear engulfed your body like a wave against the shore. Every inch of your body began to tremble at the far too familiar look in his eyes. It was the same one he had given to you many times before he used your body as a punching bag. The difference is, it looked a lot darker now, leading you to believe your punishment if you do not comply will be worse than imaginable.

"Everything alright over there?"

The voice of Andy Barber reached your ears, causing a spark of hope to inflict itself into your chest. You wanted to take back all the negative comments you had ever made about him working late, for it was that what caused him to come upon your currently crumpled form.

"Yeah. Just go on inside, pal!" Your ex dismissed, paying the man no mind.

Tearing your gaze away from the eyes that continuously haunted your dreams, you willed yourself to leer into the speckled globes of your saviour. He appeared to be having a silent battle with himself. You knew it was because he had most likely grown tired of escorting this man off of your premises. Still, you knew there was a part of him that couldn't allow you to be hurt.

It made you wonder if this could be what caused him and his wife to argue almost every night. Maybe she didn't like how her husband always seemed to swing to your aid-it's exactly why you have refused his help in the past. Not that you got anywhere as Andy dismissed you every single time.

"I wasn't talking to you!" Andy scoffed. "I was talking to her."

Kind eyes observed your quivering figure seeming to be making sure there was not a single mark tainting your skin. Andy familiarised himself with each freckle on your face until he slowly lowered his inspection down your body. It wasn't till he came across the bottom half of your figure did his jaw clench, indicating that he wasn't at ease with what he saw.

Curious, you tilted your head as far as it could go and came across a site that provoked a gasp from your lips. Due to the amount of adrenaline pumping through your veins, you had failed to feel your knees scuffing against the hard gravel. If it weren't for Andy, you probably wouldn't have noticed the crimson liquid painting your flesh.

"Is that right?" Charles grunted, roughly raising you from the ground and pinning your back to his chest. "Well, honey. Why don't you tell Mr Barber here to BUZZ OFF so we can get back to business? Okay?" At the end of his sentence, he placed a teasing kiss upon your neck. Amid your disgust, you failed to notice the warning look that said Barber was giving your assailant.

Now, you were at a loss of what to do. Do you give in to Charles and suffer in ways that encouraged you to divorce him in the first place? Or do you push aside your independence to seek out your gracious neighbour's help? A part of you felt like you had to turn Andy away, for you didn't want to ruin his marriage any more than you have already, yet the thought of letting your ex into the home where your daughter slept caused bile to rise in your throat.

Straightening your shoulders, you blinked away your tears and looked at your neighbour in his ocean blue eyes. "Please, don't leave me alone with him!"

At the sound of your disobedience, Charles let out a vicious yell. "You fucking bitch!" He then tossed your body to the ground, permitting a shriek from your quivering lips.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Andy growled, shoving Charles away from where you lay. "That's the mother of your child!"

Stumbling to the ground, Charles seemed to sober up at the mention of your daughter. He'd done it again, screwed up any chance he had at being in Lilly's life, in your life. All because your friend had informed him that you still allow Jacob near your daughter. Like he was such a saint!

Releasing a scoff at the drunken fool, Andy decided to trade his attention away from him and instead assisted you in standing from the solid concrete.

"Are you okay?" He whispered, delicately tracing the back of your hand with his thumb.

Nodding your head, you swallowed down the onslaught of tears that threatened to escape your irises. "Yes." You breathed, staring into his alluring eyes.

Maybe Laurie was right to be threatened by your relationship with her husband since the emotions that you were feeling at that moment were far from innocent.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I'm so sorry!" Your ex blabbered on, sobbing into the earth that caressed your feet.

As cruel as you may sound, you felt no sympathy for the man that had caused you so much grief. He had brought this on himself, and you weren't going to allow him the chance to walk all over you anymore.

"Go home, Charles!" You demanded. "And sober up! Coz come morning, I'll be filing for full custody of Lillian!"

The information caused a dark look to overtake his features.

"Good luck." He smirked, sending a chill up your spine.

Just as you were about to question him on his sudden confidence, Andy was escorting you back inside your home.

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misschris1412 · 3 years

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Numero 2 l’enfant d’hydra (Teresa Palmer)

#teresa palmer #james bucky buchanan barnes #Bucky Barnes #Steve Rogers #captainamerica #Winter Solider #fanfiction #steve rogers fanfiction #bucky fanfic #mutant #xmen #Avengers #CrossOver #crackship #Sebastian Stan #Chris Evans

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whitewolfmoving · 3 years

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Boston Burning Masterlist || Firefighter AU

Sebastian Stan has always looked out for his baby sister, the only person he'd give up being a firefighter for if she asked him to. But thankfully, she never would. Ask anyone who his first love is and they'll point to the honey-eyed girl charging behind him into a blazing inferno. When Nika was born, Sebastian knew he'd give his life to see her happy and protected. No one in the world means more to him than his sister, she is his best friend. Two sides of the same coin.

Until the day they meet Denny.

After a minor accident, Nika is forced to take some time off. She visits friend and fellow firefighter Chris Evans in Boston. When Nika doesn't immediately check in with her brother, Sebastian drives out to make sure she's okay. There they meet Arden Daniels, a recent transfer to Firehouse 64 out of Austin, Texas. Something about her intrigues the Stan siblings... maybe it's the way she charges into burning buildings with reckless abandon the way they do or maybe it's the way she puts Sebastian in his place with a single look. Whatever it is, when their leave is up, Sebastian has a choice to make-

Does he go back home, retire and quit firefighting for good? Does he accept Chris's offer to join 64, stay in Boston and get closer to Arden? Or does he do as he's always done, keep a close eye on his baby sister and follow Nika to Austin?

A/N: This series is part one of a two-part crossover series.

Tag list for this series is open. Also, special shout-out to @arrowsandmixtapes for hosting happy hour a few nights ago and getting me back in the writing spirit. Even though we were the only two participating, you always know how to fuel my need for new content. This one's for us!

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

#boston burning #firefighter au #marvel fic #sebastian stan fanfiction #chris evans fanfiction #marvel cast fanfiction #marvel cast au #crossover fic

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suitofvibraniumarmor · 4 years

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Boston Boys [Part One]

Summary: Dr. Aurelie Juneau treats someone in the emergency room she shouldn’t, and get a visit from her brother a few days later. Pairing: Chris Evans x OFC, John Krasinski x OFC Word Count: 1700 Chapter Warnings: Hospital setting and treatment, mentions of guns, implied crime. Square Filled: The entire series (bits and pieces of it) will fill my Crossover square for @marvelfluffbingo. A/N: This story contains a character who lost her hearing as she got older. I do work closely and regularly with the D/deaf community (I’m a sign language interpreter), but my own hearing problems do not involve significant hearing loss. It is not my intention to offend anyone, only to bring in a character with a quality I don’t see often in other fics. If you have questions about her, feel free to ask :)

A busy emergency room wasn’t an unusual thing, especially in Boston, but tonight the chaos was weighing down on Aurelie. She pulled the magnet piece of her cochlear implant away from her head in an effort to drown out the sound for a few peaceful seconds. She stretched her neck from side to side, then rested her head in her hands. The near-silence was a welcome reprieve from the things weighing on her mind.

A tap on her shoulder prompted her to replace the magnet against her head and turn to see who was beckoning her. A nurse handed Aurelie a chart.

“The guy in room five is refusing to let anyone examine him or anything until he sees you. Says he’s got a lac, I see blood on his shirt.”

Aurelie frowned. “He seem legit?”

The nurse shrugged. “Seems like any run of the mill guy, middle class, whatever. We called security down, they’re waiting by the room.”

“All right.” She flipped through a few pages of the chart. “I don’t recognize the name, but I’ll check him out.”

She stood from the desk where she had been charting and skimmed over the rest of the chart as she walked. The curtain to room five was pulled closed for privacy, but the sliding doors were still open. Normally such a room would have been reserved for a psych patient or a near-trauma. Aurelie suspected that the nature of this patient’s refusal to speak to anyone but her had something to do with his room placement.

The request for her services was another common occurrence in the emergency room. Though no one, including most of her patients, particularly knew why she did it, Aurelie treated any injury or sickness that came into the ER, and she did so with a discretion that, at times, was outside of the law. Her casual manner about the treatments often went unnoticed by her co-workers, or didn’t bother any of them enough for them to speak up. If you lived in Boston and got tangled up in some mess that got you hurt but you didn’t want the authorities involved, you went to MassGen and asked for Dr. Juneau. That’s just the way it was.

Pulling the curtain to the side, she kept her facial expression neutral, as she would with any patient. She surveyed the man laying on the bed; at least six-two, maybe a buck-eighty in weight. Brown hair, face pale -- from his injury, Aurelie figured. She set the chart on the metal tray and crossed her arms over her chest.

“I’m Dr. Juneau. You asked for me?”

The man nodded. “I’ve heard that you’ll take care of someone and not put anything sketchy on the books.”

Aurelie licked her lips, pulling her bottom lip between her front teeth. She flipped on all of the lights in the room and surveyed the man again; his face was only vaguely familiar. Regardless, she wasn’t going to put herself on radar by causing a scene. So, she stepped out through the curtain again and told security they could go.

“He’s an old family friend, scared of hospitals. I’ll talk to him about it.”

The two guards who had come down from their bubble shrugged and left. Aurelie asked the nurse to give her a few minutes before she came back into the room. She donned a pair of gloves and disappeared back behind the curtain. After hooking him up to a heart monitor and a blood pressure cuff, she checked his temperature and respirations. With all of vitals noted, she took a seat on the rolling stool and asked where his laceration was located.

The man pulled his shirt up to reveal a cut above his left hip bone, pulling around to his abdomen. Aurelie positioned herself on the side of the bed and took a closer look at the cut.

“How’d you get this?”

“Does it matter?”

“Fair enough.” She rolled to the door and asked the nurse to bring a laceration kit. While she waited, Aurelie got a clean washcloth and doused it with sterilized water. She cleaned the dried blood from the area, then sat and waited in silence. When the nurse came with the lac kit, Aurelie sent the chart with her, and got ready to stitch the man up.

“This is gonna sting, but it’s better than taking the stitches raw,” Aurelie assured, injecting lidocaine to several places in and around the cut. She waited a little longer, then poked him with the needle again. When he didn’t even flinch, she knew she could start the stitches. “Do you need a tetanus shot?”

“Don’t think so.”

Other than that, she went to work in silence, quickly and neatly stitching up the cut, making sure the scar would be straight and minimal. The cut was halfway stitched when he spoke again.

“What’s that above your ear?”

Aurelie pursed her lips, completing two more stitches before answering him. “It’s called a cochlear implant. It helps me hear, to a certain degree.”

“You’re deaf?”

“I wasn’t always. Slowly started to lose my hearing as I got older, sometime in high school, it dropped out completely from the left side. Right side is there, but not nearly a hundred percent. They still don’t know why.” She bit her bottom lip as she struggled to knot the stitch she had just completed on. “My turn?”

He frowned. “What?”

“You asked me two questions. Now I get to ask you two questions, right?”

“I guess.”

Aurelie nodded. “Are you from Boston?”

He laughed. “The accent didn’t give it away?”

She smiled. “You needed to lighten up. It was worth wasting a question. What’s your real name?”

“My real name?”

“I know it’s not Boris Schmidt, even if that’s what’s on your chart.”

The man said nothing, and Aurelie knew better than to push the issue. They fell into silence again while Aurelie finished the stitches and bandaged the area. She left for a few minutes to fill out his dismissal papers, then returned to educate him on the aftercare.

“What are you going to put in my chart?”

Aurelie shrugged. “That you came in with a lac to your lower left flank and quadrant, there was no sign of infection or organ disturbance, that I stitched you up and sent you on your way. Nothing more, nothing less.”

He nodded. “Thank you.”

Aurelie snapped her gloves into the trash can and turned back to him. “You’re welcome. Good luck.”

At the curtain, Aurelie thought she caught him say something, but had to turn back around to ask him to repeat.

“John,” he smiled. “My name is John. Krasinski.”

Aurelie’s smile faded. “Krasinski?”

“Yeah,” he confirmed, “it’s a weird one, I know.”

Aurelie nodded. “Do me a favor, John. Don’t tell anyone that I treated you.”

With that, she pulled the curtain closed behind her and went back to her desk to chart and catch up with her other patients.

GIF found via Pinterest search.

Three days later, another hospital shift. Fortunately, this night was not nearly as busy as her last shift. When Aurelie’s pager went off and she saw the code 613, she finished the current orders she was working on, then made way for the parking lot just outside of the emergency room lobby.

Her brother, Chris, was leaned against his car, a classic American muscle number, smoking a cigarette.

“You know this is a hospital, they’ll fine you for smoking outside of the designated area, dumbass.”

Chris turned with a chuckle, tossing the cigarette to the ground and put it out with the toe of his boot. “Better? Here. Your ma packed lunch for you.”

“That was nice of her,” Aurelie replied, taking the brown bag from him. “What’d she pack for you?”

“A nine mil and a wish that I wasn’t so much like my father. The usual.” He opened the driver’s side door of the car and reached in for another bag. “This is from him, by the way.”

Aurelie checked that no one was watching them and shoved the bag back at Chris. “I don’t want that shit, and you know it. I didn’t earn it, neither did you, neither did he. I don’t need it.”

“Aur, listen, all right? Hey, don’t make that damn face. Yeah, we’ve been over this a million times, we’re gonna fuckin’ go over it again. You’re his kid, whether you ever wanted to be or not. Maybe he’s not the dad you were born to, but he’s the one you ended up with. He’s just trying to take care of you.”

“He’s not over what happened. He still thinks my deafness is his fault, and if he pays me off long enough, I’ll come back to the family. Can’t you see that?”

Chris pursed his lips. “Why can’t you stop putting me in the middle of this?”

Aurelie groaned and tucked the extra bag into her white coat. “Fine.”

“All right.” He pulled another cigarette from the pack and held it between his lips but didn’t light it. “You been holdin’ up all right?”

“Yeah, of course. I can hold my own. You made sure of that.” She decided to take a chance and mention her patient from the other night. “Hey, you remember that guy who went to the high school, he was a year ahead of you -- John Krasinski?”

“Fuck that guy,” was Chris’s immediate response. “He and his family could jump into the river and not come back up and I’d keep walking.”

“Tell me how you really feel,” Aurelie snorted. “So that thing with your family and his, that’s still a thing?”

Chris nodded, tossing his cigarette lighter up and down in the palm of his hand. “Hell yeah, it’s still a thing. They’ll learn one day that we run shit, though. What made you think of him?”

“I don’t know. Random thought, I guess.”

The expression on her brother’s face told Aurelie he was going to be watching her carefully over the coming weeks. She thanked him for the food and went back into the hospital, careful to put the bag of money into her backpack before anyone else suspected something was amiss.

AllOfTheThings: @captain-s-rogers @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked @hurricanerin @horsesandbandsforlife @im-not-an-armrest-im-short @captain-rogers-beard @shynara51 @sea040561 @anxiouskore @pinknerdpanda @xtina2191 @jackryanplz @beakami @heartsaved @fullprunerebelstatesman @blackwidowismyhomegirl

Boston Boys: @atc74 @the-murder-strut-murdered-me @becs-bunker @shield-agent78 @patzammit @crazyandanonymous4u

#chris evans #john krasinski #crossover #fanfiction #criminal!au #queue and i remember budapest very differently

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lullabieswrappedinlies · 4 years

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Boston Boys [Part Twenty]

Summary: The aftermath of the shooting at Downey’s house. Pairing: Chris Evans x OFC, John Krasinski x OFC Word Count: 1436 Chapter Warnings: Angst, language, character death, pregnancy. A/N: This story contains a character who lost her hearing as she got older. I do work closely and regularly with the D/deaf community (I’m a sign language interpreter), but my own hearing problems do not involve significant hearing loss. It is not my intention to offend anyone, only to bring in a character with a quality I don’t see often in other fics. If you have questions about her, feel free to ask :)

This is it, friends! Thank you so much to everyone who came along on this ride with me. Thank you to @captain-s-rogers for encouraging me to write this story in the first place, and then agreeing that the rest of the world needed to read this fic. (Fun Fact: It wasn’t originally planned for this to go beyond Google Docs.) To everyone who has read, commented, liked, reblogged, asked to be on the tag list ... the love always seems extra special when people will come along for the ride with a writer’s OCs. Without further ado ... the finale!

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A few cloudy mornings later, John rolled to his side to see Aurelie sleeping soundly next to him. Her cheeks were tear-stained. He knew from the tossing and turning and the whimpering in her sleep that the events of Downey’s house were not far from her thoughts, even as she slept. He had done his best to comfort her, but there was only so much he could do.

Though he didn’t want to wake her, they had somewhere to be that morning. He decided he would shower first, then wake her. He would do what he could to help her get ready, to make the day as easy as possible for her.

With the towel still wrapped around his waist, John sat next to her on the bed. The smell of his soap and aftershave roused her a little, but it took his fingers in her hair to get her to open her eyes.

“It’s time,” John signed.

Aurelie closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh. She squeezed her eyes shut even tighter, but it was to no avail.

“I keep thinking I’m imagining this. That it was a dream. But I wake up and it’s too real.”

“I know. What can I do to help you get ready?”

She sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She looked at him, caressing his face. With a soft kiss, she shook her head. “Nothing. I’m going to get in the shower. What time is the car coming?”

“Hour and a half.”

Kissing him again, she pushed out of bed on the other side of the mattress. This was the most he had been allowed to touch her since the hospital had cleared her to come home after the ordeal, and John felt irrationally cold in her absence.

Brie and Ben had offered to come down for the funeral, but Elsa had assured them she would be fine on her own. The one night with Chris in New York had been enough for Elsa to know that an entire funeral with her Boston people would be far too much for her New York friends to handle.

She decided to wear the pearl earrings her father had gifted her for her high school graduation. Once they were secure in her ears, she realized that having her hair entirely pulled back would be one less thing she had to think about at the event.

As she worked her hair into a pretty French twist, the reality of the situation hit her all over again. Her chest tightened and a lump rose in her throat. A deep breath stopped the tears in their tracks and she was able to finish readying herself to leave the apartment.

“Turn around.”

Scarlett did as the prison guard instructed, rubbing her wrists when the handcuffs were removed. She walked to the window the guard had indicated, sitting on the other side of the plexiglass from Seb. He picked up the phone; she did the same.

“Didn’t expect you to come see me. Especially not today.”

Seb gave a single nod. “It won’t be more than this once. I need some answers from you, Scar.”

She looked around, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. “What kind of answers? Why I turned to Downey while you and I were still together? Why I kidnapped Aurelie from the hospital?”

Sebastian’s lips pursed into a thin line and his chest heaved with angry breaths. “I mean, those would be great answers, but how about you tell me what it is that Chris did that made you so angry you were willing to kill him? That you could make yourself actually pull the trigger?”

She sat up a little straighter in an attempt to keep what little dignity she had left. “He threatened all of our lives when he decided he was going to pull out of the life. When he decided to date that woman. Downey wasn’t going to stand for it, and I wasn’t going to be on the side that lost.”

“There were no winners here. Chris is dead. Downey is dead. You’re here.”

“So what?” she challenged.

Sebastian tipped his head. “One last question. Was anything between you and I real?”

She thought for a moment, then leaned forward with a sardonic smile. “The orgasms.”

With a disgusted scoff, Sebastian slammed the phone back onto its hook. He stood and turned his back on Scarlett. He was certain this would be the last time he ever saw her.

The service was small. Most of Boston, still under the impression that Downey had been a philanthropist who enriched their community, were attending that man’s funeral. Aurelie decided it was better that way. Fewer people to see that she and John sat in the front pew, Scotty sat at the far end, and her stepsisters and mother chose to take the pew behind her. As if their blame for Robbie’s imprisonment wasn’t enough, her presence at the scene of Chris’s murder only served to distance her farther from her family. Scotty remained on the fence, but the rest of them refused to speak with her or otherwise acknowledge her.

After the burial, Aurelie took a moment to herself to step away from the short line of guests offering their condolences to look out over the pond in the middle of the cemetery. She wasn’t aware that anyone had joined her until Elsa spoke up beside her.

“You lied to me.”

It wasn’t a question, and Aurelie didn’t treat it as such. She nodded “I did. I’m sorry. I was protecting my brother. I wasn’t trying to hurt you.”

Elsa gave a single nod. “Scotty’s taking over the shop, I hear.”

“He is.”

“And the rest of the family business?”

“I don’t know,” Aurelie lied. “My involvement now is … it’s different.”

Elsa shook her head. “That’s right. Downey left everything to John, and you’re engaged to him.”

Aurelie wanted to tell Elsa more. She wanted to tell Elsa that the same night Aurelie had told John she was pregnant, he had confessed to her that he was an informant for the Boston Police Department. He picked and chose what he shared, and that would continue on -- as would Downey’s ‘philanthropy’ work, through John and Aurelie. Instead, she kept quiet.

“I’m pregnant.”

Elsa’s words finally pulled Aurelie’s gaze directly at the other woman. “You’re pregnant? Elsa, that’s -- Chris would be elated. I know that he hurt you and lied to you, too, but my brother loved you. More than you can understand.”

“I know,” Elsa whispered. “That’s why I’m keeping the baby. I can’t say that I want to be involved in any of the other business, ever again, and I certainly don’t want my child anywhere near it. But this baby does have a cousin coming, too. Maybe we can get them together every now and then.”

Tears stung the back of Aurelie’s eyes as the words pierced her heart. “Yes, we should do that.”

Several yards behind them, John called for Aurelie. When she didn’t turn around, Elsa nudged her, then pointed to John. Again, he signed to her that it was time. Aurelie nodded and asked for just one more minute with Elsa. She took the other woman’s hand.

“I know that you’re hurting. That Chris hurt you, that I hurt you. I know you have a hard road ahead, but you don’t have to face it alone. If Chris had known about the baby, Elsa, he would have provided for that child beyond what you can even imagine. I’d like to do that, in his place. Whatever you need, please, don’t hesitate to ask.”

Elsa showed a sad smile and gave Aurelie’s hand a single squeeze before withdrawing her own hand. “I wish the best for you, Aurelie.”

“Same to you.”

As the women parted, neither of them looked back over their shoulders at each other. They had crossed paths for such a short time, but there was now a thread that would forever link them together. Elsa could only hope that her child would never know the burden of family responsibility its father had known. Aurelie hoped with all of her heart that Elsa would reach out if she was ever in need, so that Chris’s legacy of giving and caring would live on. She hoped that she would be enough to carry out that legacy on her own.

As John took her hand, he asked what she wanted to do now. Aurelie glanced at her brother’s gravesite, then looked back to her fiance.

“Home,” she signed. “I want to go home.”

Tags: @themtbmbgirl @keithseabrook27 @ulovemelightsout @rosie2801 @professorkrasinski

#john krasinski #chris evans #fanfiction #crossover #criminal!au #boston boys #finale

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luniellar · 5 years

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I See You - Chris Evans X Reader (One Shot)

A/N: I’ve always wanted to write a one shot like this where I do a Disney crossover and I’ve super happy to share it with you guys. I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Just a slice of life featuring your husband, daughter, and dog. Oh, did I mention that your husband is Chris Evans? Yup, I got your attention now. - It’s your Anniversary and Chris asked for a weekend together, just you and him.

Word Count: 2K

“Y/N, we’re going to be late!” Chris called from somewhere downstairs.

“I’m almost done!” I shouted towards the direction of the stairs leading downstairs loud enough for him to hear. Was two hours too much to ask for me to get ready? It was our night together for the first time in forever and I wanted to make sure that I looked perfect.

Thanks to the courtesy of Chris complaining for the third week about how we needed a weekend between us for our Anniversary, Emily, our daughter, was at her grandparents' house with Dodger. After seeing him pout around the house, I finally gave in last week. A weekend together didn’t sound like a bad idea. Plus, it was our Anniversary.

After applying a little bit of gloss on top of my nude lipstick, I ran into the closet. I pulled the little black dress from the hiding spot and slipped it on. I’ve had eyes on this dress since last month and tonight's dinner was going to be its debut.

“Y/N, we’re spending the weekend in bed if you don’t hurry up!” Chris called again.

I reached behind to zip up the dress and quickly realized my arm was only flexible to a certain angle. I needed Chris to help me with the rest. Rushing out of the closet, I quickly found the pair of black stilettos and stuck them on my feet and headed down the stairs.

Halfway down, I quickly realized the lights were dimmed on the entire first floor. Confused, I took each step slowly as my heels clicked softly with each step. The last 3 steps of the stairs had candles lining the sides of it. Pass the candlelit stairs, I saw why the rest of the house was so dim. Lit candles of all sizes and all shades of white filled up every inch of the house. The sweet fragrance from the candles surrounded the space around you as I looked around in awe. It was so beautiful.

From the other end of the house, Chris appeared in a fitted black velvet suit with a matching skinny black tie. He had a wide grin on his face and he walked over to me with his fancy black shoes softly tapping against the dark hardwood floor. In his left hand, he was holding onto a bouquet of red roses surrounded by a cloud of baby’s breath.

“Y/N,” he said as he reached out his right hand to you.

I met his warm touch with my hand as I took a step closer to him. He handed the bouquet to me and I gave him a small thank you peck. The red roses in the center were shaped into a heart and the contrasting white fluff made the heart shape even more prominent. I brought the flowers up to my nose and sniffed the floral scent before placing it down on the stairs behind me.

“Chris, did you do all of this?” I whispered.

“Do you like it?”

“I mean… I don’t-” I stumbled around my words trying to find the right words. “Chris, I don't know what to say...I’m speechless,” I muttered.

I didn’t know how I could describe what I was seeing right now. Did he know that the lantern scene in Tangled was my favorite? How did he get all these candles in here while I was getting ready? There were so many thoughts running through my mind.

“Hm, that’s funny,” he smiled.

I put a hold on my inside thoughts and looked up at him.

“That’s exactly how I feel when I see you, like right now for example,” he said looking at my eyes.

I felt my heart race as I was standing there, truly speechless. From his eyes, I saw the same look in his eyes that I saw during our first exchange of hello years ago. It was filled with anticipation, confidence, and a hint of nervousness.

I laced my fingers in between his. “You know that’s exactly how you looked at me when we first met?”

“Did I?” He asked, clearly amused by the thought I remembered how he looked at me when we first met. “I must have fallen in love with you at first sight then.”

My face was uncontrollably warm as I diverted my eyes from him to cool off. I wanted to cover my cheeks with my hands and hide my thumping heart that I knew he could hear at this point. Since we met, my friends always believed that Chris had me in a trance. Crazy, I know. But, I had some good evidence to back up my claims. For example, I hated the thought of spending a summer day under the sun. My justification was why go outside if I had a functioning AC at home? But now, I make the effort to make sure Emily gets a chance to be outside whenever the weather allows. I hated Disney movies and classics and only watched action films. Now, Chris, Emily, Dodger, and I gather around our TV every Friday to see who memorized the most lines from every Disney classic. I should also mention how I’ve been beating Chris at his own game.

“Mrs. Evans,” he whispered as he placed his other hand on my chin and slowly turned my head to face him. As I caught his long eyelashes and blue eyes, my breath was kicked out of my lungs. “You know, I can just stare at you all day like this.”

Pulling my hand from his, I wrapped my arms around his neck and his hands followed, gently landing on my hips. “That’s what I was thinking about you just now,” I whispered. “Are you sure you can’t read my mind?”

His grip tensed around me as he exhaled in frustration.

“If I kiss you right now, I know I won’t be able to stop myself.” He answered, leaning his head towards me.

I smiled remembering all the times our makeout sessions turned into something more at random places. Let’s just say, we were VIP members of the Mile High Club.

“Well, if you help me zip up this dress, we can go out for dinner.”

Pulling away from him, I swept my hair to the side. I turned around so that my halfway zipped dress was facing him.

“Y/N,” I heard him say as his hand touched my zipper. He held onto the zipper and leaned close to me. His head burrowed into my shoulders and his lips grazed the sensitive skin on my neck.

“Chris,” I warned.

Despite the not-so-intimidating warning, the zipper slowly moved down, unzipping the dress. When the zipper reached the end by my lower back, Chris’ hand moved onto my bare back. I felt his hot longing touch against my warm skin.

“Baby,” he whispered, his warm breath embracing my skin. His finger traced down my back, over my vertebrae. He knew what that did to me. As I turned, I reached out for his face with my hands and locked my lips with his. Our kiss quickly ignited into a hot mess as his tongue explored every part of my mouth and mine did the same. By the time we pulled away, my dress was barely holding on, stretched over my shoulders. We were both exhaling irregularly to catch our breaths.

“Hold on, before this I still have something to show you,” he said as he took off his suit jacket and placed it over my shoulders. It wasn’t like him to get distracted from what was going to happen soon and change subjects. He took my hand and pulled me along. As I followed behind him, I was mesmerized by the way candles lit up our shared space in the loving light.

“Okay, you have to close your eyes from here.” I did what I was told and closed my eyes. I heard his footsteps move behind me. I felt his hands over my eyes, covering them. “Slowly, take one step at a time.”

“So, am I walking to a fire pit of doom?” I asked, carefully taking one step at a time as he said. When I took a step, he followed right behind me.

“Maybe,” he laughed.

I stopped abruptly in place and Chris’ body made a soft thud against my back. “Okay, okay. I’m joking, he said. “Plus, I won’t let that happen to you.”

Satisfied with his answer, I continued to walk with his footsteps right behind mine like a shadow.

As we continued to walk, Chris was directing me when to take a big step or a small step. From my memory of the house layout, I knew that we were headed for the backyard door. He asked me to step over the door ledge carefully and I immediately felt the warm summer night breeze blowing on my face.

“Okay. stop.” He whispered.

“Can I open my eyes now?” I questioned moving my hands over his on top of my head.

“If you can answer this question.”

“Do I have to answer in Jeopardy form?” I asked and he made a small “hm” as he was seriously contemplating it.

“No,” he answered eventually and I giggled at his adorableness.

“Okay, bring it,” I said.

“Okay, Y/N,” he paused for a second. “Do you love me?”

I was so confused by the easy question that I didn’t know if it was meant to be a trick question. I felt his silver band around the fourth finger of his left hand with my hand.

“Yes, I love you, Christopher Robert Evans,” I replied confidently.

“Good to know,” he said. The way he said it, I knew that he was grinning.

“What’s your favorite Disney movie?”

Without hesitation, I answered. “Tangl-”

His hands left my face and I was overwhelmed beyond words. My eyes immediately started to well up with tears. In our own backyard, hundreds of light lanterns laid scattered in front of us. Then, from somewhere behind me, the music to Tangled’s ‘I See The Light’ started to play. On the first note, the lanterns started to lift up to the sky in concert. The midnight blue sky was filled with warm lights that slowly drifted up the sky lighting up the path. I felt a light tap on my arm and I looked over at Chris with a light lantern in his hands.

I smiled at him, wiping the happy tears from my face. “Chris,” I managed to say to get out before I ended up bursting into a stream of tears. He looked down at the lantern and I placed my hands by his. The warmth of the candle against the delicate paper embraced the palm of my hands.

“Now she's here shining in the starlight,” he started reciting the lines to the song I knew so well. He was so corny and I loved him for it. “Now she's here suddenly I know. If she's here it's crystal clear, I'm where I'm meant to go.” He smiled and glanced down at the lantern.

I replied to his lines, “Now that I see you.”

We both let go and the lantern slowly floated to the top. I stared at it as it went up and joined the rest of the other lanterns in the sky. When I looked over at Chris, he was already staring at me. Our gazes met and I threw myself into his arms.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

He wrapped his arms around me and held me close against his body. “You’re welcome.”

When I looked up and he kissed my forehead. “I didn’t expect you to cry, it was a nice surprise” he smiled.

“Shhh,” I said to him, embarrassed. “Tangled is my favorite movie.”

“Oh, in that case... did I mention that ‘50 Shades of Gray’ is my favorite movie?”

“Chris,” I nudged him back playfully. “Well, we can make that happen anytime.”

“Tonight,” he whispered as he leaned in for my lips. His lips were delicate, different from our kiss before, as it grazed over mine. He inhaled my breath and our lips entwined as we drowned into our version of a romantic kiss. I heard the song fade away in the background as I reached for him and pulled him deeper into our own perfect Disney love story.

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shieldshockfanfic · 5 years

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Happy Birthday to Chris Evans and Kat Dennnings!

#June 13 #chris evans birthday #kat dennings birthday #ShieldShock #Fanfiction #Avengers AU #MCU #Captain America #Thor #Steve Rogers #Darcy Lewis #Darcy x Steve #Starcy #steve rogers/darcy lewis #otp #crossover #non-canon otp

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mrstransformersfanfiction · 2 years

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Christmas fic for Optimus x OC would be titled: It's been a Long, Long Time.

Inspired by the Avengers Endgame ost and I feel it would really suit for a romance theme going on for my fanfiction. I just started writing.

For the last two days, I was hit with an empty pot. I won't spend writing on my next weekend. I know because I would be busy in real life. I hope you all are enjoying your week ahead. 🇦🇺💜

Hopefully this Christmas fic will be out in time for Christmas because I was in the mood for romance. I was quite tempted to put Chris Evans as Optimus Prime but would it feel weird and would it be too meh and discarded for faceclaim human holoform?

I mean I been playing around with Autobot holoform for awhile. This Christmas fic would be related to Rogue Alliance series.

Oh I haven't forgotten with Jazz x OC I might change the title to the Hearts of the Frozen Lake but still tinkering a lot 😂✍️📚

Sometimes song titles really does help because I was literally blank with a writers block lmfao. Bye all! I do have a lot of tasty ideas for Dreadwing with Until Death Do Us Apart to really want to write

I was seriously looking for like leader quality.

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georgiapeach305132 · 3 years

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Desperate Affairs, Pt. 11

Summary: It’s time to talk to Andy

Pairings: Andy Barber X Reader, Ransom Drysdale X Reader (past)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Explicit language, mentions of spousal abuse, Andy’s privilege's in the department, jealousy, manipulation, mentions of blackmail, mentions of divorce, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 5.8k

Lee leads Andy out to the front desk, “I’m not a criminal Bodecker,” Andy growls shrugging his shoulder out of Lee’s grip.

“Those charges say otherwise. You want to give us your statement? We got time until Ari can post your bail.”

“Yeah, it’s easy. My wife and I were in an argument. Ransom tried to be the knight in shining armor and he attacked me.”

“Try again, Andy. We’ve got pictures of Drysdale. Seems like you were pressing on his neck pretty hard. You do that to yer wife, too?” Lee sits Andy down in an interrogation room. Pissed off that even though he’s sheriff, others demanded that Andy not be treated like the average common criminal, because he’s still Andy Barber.

“Fine. He threatened me, so I pushed back.”

“Gotta temper,” Sam walks into the room with the men, giving Lee a cup of coffee.

“Wilson again? This isn’t an investigation. This is a misunderstanding.”

“We’re short on staff. Had to come in here,” when Sam walks behind Andy, an almost animalistic part of him explodes. He gets a whiff of the candles that you like to burn, the candles that were no longer in his house.

“This is a conflict of interest,” the two men look at Andy. “Where is she?”

“I don’t rightfully know what yer accusin’ us of. Shouldn’t she be at home?”

“She’s got no friends, and yet she was able to pack up her stuff, and my daughters’ and left. All before I made it home from work. Now I need to know where my fucking wife is.”

“What makes you think that I know anything about it?” Sam asks innocently, trying to keep the smile off his face.

“You smell like the candles that she took from my house. She living with that prick?”

Lee pounds his hand on the table, “Now that’s enough Andy. I’m givin’ ya a chance to tell me what happened. Tell me about the dent in the wall.”

“I already told you. We enjoy rough sex from time to time.”

Sam grits his teeth, ready to make a comment but Lee’s hand goes to his arm. “That’s not what Drysdale said.”

“Did he also tell you he was fucking her when we were engaged? Did he tell you how he blackmailed her, and had his brother threaten her to have sex with him?” Sam’s eyes flick over to Lee’s. He knows it’s wrong to want to tell Bucky this information. “I may not be the perfect husband, but he’s far from being innocent when it comes to my wife.”

“Why’d you marry her then?” Sam finally blurts out. Andy pops his neck, eyes narrowing on Sam.

“Have you never heard of love? We found out she was pregnant a week before our wedding. You think I would want the mother of my children stranded and alone?”

“Child.”

“You son of a bitch! I was there her whole pregnancy and I’m the one who’s been raising them,” Andy’s chest heaves with his laborious breaths. His jaw set firm with how tight he clenches his teeth

“Andy! I won’t tell you again. Calm yerself, or you won’t be getting' out. Now, I failed to mention, I did talk to yer wife. She wants a couple's session with you and Dr. Barnes.”

“Can I call her?”

“Will she actually answer?” Sam asks, only the hint of a smirk present on his face.

“Wilson. Yer on thin ice, just like he is. We’ll give ya the room. Ya have until Ari gets here to take your ass home. Make wise decisions. Wilson, out,” Lee points his finger towards the door, he waits until Sam stalks completely out of the room before closing the door behind him. “I get it. Yer sister and wife are gettin' attached, but ya have to calm down.”

“He’s lying. I’m not saying that Drysdale is a good guy, but he didn’t...”

“No, just sounds like he forced her into sex. This is a complicated story, but we need to leave it as it is. Charges against Andy from the Drysdale kid. Ya got it? She’s not pressed charges, Wilson. We can’t hold him for what he may or may not have done to her. How ‘bout you run on home to Nat. I’ll bring in Everett for this. Now,” gritting his teeth, Sam’s thick stature walks out of the precinct, leaving more pissed that he was going in.

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Wide eyed and detached you sit on your new bed, watching the girls sleep, still the events of the past couple days run through your brain. You hate being alone, because in the silence you go down a dark path of making sense out of anything with Andy. Not to mention, you’ve spent the better half of four years having someone by your side. Having someone to dote on you, and make you feel safe and loved.

It had been a rough day today for Aster and Iris. Both crawled around, looking, and then would cry, like they were wondering where they were, or looking for someone, Andy. Most of the morning was spent with you and Jake trying to comfort them. Ransom had come over, per his visitation, saying it would be easier at the apartment. Deep down you knew he didn’t like you living with Jake.

The two of them sit on opposite sides of the couch, staring blankly at a reality show on the television. Ransom’s elbow propped up on the armrest, while he rests his chin on his hand, his eyes staring more at your closed bedroom door than the television. Jake sits sprawled out, with his foot resting on the coffee table, remote stuck in his hand. When they hear the door creep open, they both straighten up.

“Hey I ordered Chinese,” Jake perks up when he sees you. You don’t want Chinese, that’s what you and Andy were supposed to eat that night.

“I’m good.”

“I can make you a sandwich. The only thing he’s got is peanut butter,” Ransom adds.

“I haven’t been grocery shopping, okay? You want something else besides Chinese? I’ll order whatever you want.”

“I’m fine. If I get hungry, I can make a sandwich,” Jake pouts turning back to the television. And then that song. Back in Black. Ransom sees it in your face, he knows who that song belongs to.

“Don’t answer that. You’re...just don’t,” he pleads, standing up to go by your side.

“He could be hurt, I just...Ran, don’t make me feel guilty. You two can board up the doors, and not let me leave. I’ll stay in here when I talk, but I need to...please?” he nods his head, and you walk over to the bar and answer your phone. “Hey.”

“Oh, thank God. Honey, where are you? Is everything okay? How are the girls?”

“I’m fine. Everything is okay, and the girls are sleeping.”

“I’ve been worried sick. Why...why’d you leave me?”

“Andy, I think you know why. We need a break. You need help. I can’t...my daughters, they saw you. They were scared, and...”

“I know. I’m sorry, it won’t happen again. I love you. I want you to know that. You and the girls, you’re all I ever wanted. I want my family back,” Lee’s words about broken promises ring in your ear, almost like Andy’s reading from a script.

“Not yet.”

“Why? Do you not love me anymore?”

Confliction. It’s the only thing you feel. “You lied, about your dad, Frank, and Ari. You hurt me. You didn’t even know where Iris was, she was reaching for me. She saw you do that. I can’t...it’s a risk I’m not willing to take. You need time.”

“Are you with him?”

“No, I’m not,” always back to this constantly. You roll your eyes. You are in fact with him, but not in the way that Andy is insinuating.

“Did he see her?”

“It was his day to see her, so yes.”

“Did he tell you what he did?” you look over at Ransom, and he shifts his posture awkwardly. He knows what Andy is telling you. “I’m not allowed to see Aster, my daughter. I’m in jail waiting on bail to get out.”

“You’re in jail? Why?” you turn your back to Jake and Ransom. Feeling now that there’s too many people around.

“He pressed charges on me. You see what you aligned yourself with? You think he’s so great now.”

“Andy, I didn’t...didn’t know. So, what can we...I mean, what can you do?”

“It’s misdemeanors, so not that big of deal, if they even stick. Ari is on his way. Can you just come home tonight, please. I miss you. I want you.”

“No.”

“No? Is my good little girl telling her daddy, no?”

“No, I’m not going home. You can see me for a session with Bucky.”

“Bucky? Dr. Barnes now has a first name. You fucking him too? I didn’t mean...I’ve not gotten enough sleep,” these excuses sound familiar, Andy knows that he has to watch his tone if he wants you to come back to him, but your constant refusal to fold at his whim is dwindling. “Can I just tell you everything without having Dr. Barnes around?”

“I don’t know. The girls are already asleep.”

“I can come to you.”

“No, that’s not a good idea. It’s best if you don’t know where I’m at. I guess, since you have my phone tagged you could just find me that way,” you slump down, thinking even if you wanted to, you could never fully get rid of Andy. You don’t see Jake and Ransom shift uncomfortably.

“What? What’s the supposed to mean, I don’t follow you using your phone,” you straighten up your back. “I mean.”

“How are you following me then, Andy? Why are you following me?”

“I don’t really want to do this while I’m at the police station.”

“How are you following me?”

“I had someone follow you, okay? Because I didn’t trust you when I couldn’t be there. Can we please just talk? I don’t want to air out everything in front of a stranger. You can have one of your body guards standing outside.”

“One of my body guards?”

“Ransom. Jake Jensen. Sam Wilson, he was acting particularly strange questioning me.”

“The girls are asleep.”

“I don’t care. Be daddy’s good girl, and meet me at the house. I don’t care which one you bring. Bring Sheriff Bodecker. I won’t touch you. That is unless you want me to. I’ve got to go. I’ll be home in thirty minutes. Don’t keep me waiting.”

You hang up only to turn to glare at Ransom, “What did you do?” when he doesn’t offer you an explanation you want to scream at him. “You’re keeping him from his daughter?”

“My daughter. And I’m doing what I had to do to make sure she stayed safe.”

“Y-y-you...you’re biologically her dad, but he’s been there and...”

“And he could have hurt Iris. I’m not taking that chance. He could have attacked me while I was still holding Aster. I know you don’t want anything to happen to them, even though you don’t care what he does to you.”

“You pressed charges against him,” unable to look at Ransom anymore you look over to Jake, who only offers you a sympathetic look.

“Something that you should have done. How’s your head doing? You know since he tried to put it through a wall. You’re going back, aren’t you? Aren’t you?”

“No. He just wants to see me tonight.”

“Well, I-I-I... I realize I’m not really part of this conversation, but I think that’s a terrible idea,” when your eyes quickly look over to Jake, he throws his hands up in surrender. “I’m just saying, you’ll be alone in a house with him. Wait, is that why you said bodyguard?”

“Yeah. He said to bring one of you two, but I don’t even want to look at you, Ransom,” you look

“And I bet you can’t even see why I did what I did?” when you refuse to answer he nods his head. “That’s what I thought. By the way, I’m also getting legitimized so I can be put on her birth certificate.”

“You gonna take her away from me next?”

“If you keep doing this stupid shit, yeah,” the two of you stare daggers into the other. Neither one wanting to back down. “But, if you need me to go with you tonight, I will.”

“I’m just guessing here, but I’m pretty sure Andy doesn’t want to see you. I could go.”

“Ran...I’m sorry...”

“Or you could just ignore me,” Jake looks at you pitifully, only for him to see you and Ransom staring at the other. “Don’t forget to cover your neck.”

“What?” you ask, your eyes drift to his, finally able to look away from Ransom’s deep blue eyes.

“Right there. You kind of got a small hickey. Guess that comes with a crib now. You guys gonna leave me here with both the girls?”

“I can call Steve.”

“Steve?” they both ask at the same time. “What the hell does Steve do and why do you have his number?” Jake is the one to speak now.

“He gave it to me. He’s a pediatrician, which works out well because the girls needed a new doctor. Theirs retired. I’ll give him a call he lives pretty close.”

Now of course these two men that have taken it upon themselves to constantly be by your side are not happy about this change of events. They watch you walk down the hallway, checking on Aster and Iris, and speaking in hushed tones. “Did you know about that?” Jake asks watching your form standing in the bedroom.

Ransom’s whole body all but leans to get a better view, “Naw, Bucky would...he would...he told us to back off, Steve was there. He’d definitely shut that down quickly. They hardly even interacted together. Just friends.”

“Like you?” Jake turns now to look at Ransom, silently accusing him. “I don’t think you want her to be friends with Steve the way she is with you.”

“I’d prefer her to be a friend like she is with you. Completely friend zoned.”

“Not completely.” Ransom’s jaw tightens, making a fist as he glares at Jake. “I mean, well we kissed. Oops, look man, it wasn’t...I mean it was nice. And then we slept together. Well, we slept in the same bed together. She couldn’t sleep, and I was there...” each admission causing Ransom to become more heated.

“Kissed? You kissed her? When the fuck did you kiss her?”

“After we got back from the prison. She was trying to kiss my cheek, and I moved, and then we kissed...it was nothing.”

“I’m sleeping on the couch. Yeah, that couch right there, because I don’t...” when you come back into the room, he stops his speaking. Both giving you the utmost attention.

“So, Steve will be here in about ten minutes to help you out Jake. They should be asleep the rest of the night though. Ransom’s going with me. I appreciate it. I need to hear this. I know you two think I’m crazy, but I just...I’m not saying I want to be with Andy. He needs anger management, and after I hear the truth, then I can decide, okay?” they both nod, “Ready?” you look at Ransom who pulls at your arm. “You’ll call if you need me though, yeah?”

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TW: There is discussion of Andy’s abuse towards reader. She does ask about Frank’s involvement, and Andy is honest. Proceed with caution.

Andy paces the living room waiting on you, he noticed how Deputy Everett refused to leave, and you had text him to let him know you were almost there. He’s unsure of how to fix this. He wants his family to be whole again, but you seem bound and determined to end things, and he’s pretty sure that rich ass hole is the biggest reason, and it infuriates him to his core. Thinking that now that you’re away from him, it’s Ransom’s arms you’ll be falling asleep in.

When he sees the headlights of your car, and Ransom being the one to actually get out, he tries to calm himself. He knows he needs to hide his anger if there’s ever a chance of you coming home, preferably staying home with him for the evening. That would be a dream. Since he had been in Florida, he hadn’t had a chance to bury himself into your tight pussy, making him feel like he’s almost going crazy.

But he knows he screwed up, when you keep your distance from him. Your eyes landing on that spot, Andy knows he should have done something to cover that up. The lights in the living room reflect off the tears in your eyes, and Andy feels trapped. His mind races to figure out how he’s going to fix it.

“Hey, honey,” moving your gaze down to floor because you just can’t face him. The talk with Bucky made you realize the many ways that Andy has used you. The man you see in front of you isn’t the man you fell in love with, and you want to know why. Need to know what happened, where did all this rage come from, or was it always there. “You’re not going to speak?”

“Don’t know where to start.”

Even Andy doesn’t know where to start. He doesn’t want to fully be honest with you how many times you’ve actually had Frank by your side, starting from the very beginning. “Tell me about Frank.”

“Billy was right. Frank was shy and awkward. He had a hard time talking to girls. He would see one, develop a crush, and then just pine after her. I offered to make the initial step. I would go and talk to her, and ask her out, and that was it. He would do the rest,” their switching was relatively innocent at first, and then progressively Andy’s competitive streak and needing to better than Frank took over. Then they became addicted to their twisted game.

Andy had tried to change when he met you, he wanted to fully be the man that he portrayed. But with you, he wanted you to himself. Apart from Frank meeting you, and taking you on two dates. He saw Frank actually want more than just that kiss, and that made Frank feel he had won, gloating that night when he came home. Commenting how perfect that kiss was and how sweet you tasted. Saying, “See, didn’t take much coaxing to get that first kiss. Can’t take that away from me, can you?”

Frank’s constant calling and bugging, asking just for one week, bartering for just one night every time Andy would visit Florida got annoying. That is until you started the affair with Ransom. Frank could see Andy pacing around, staring at his phone, and that’s when he suggested that he should be the one to stay with you, that way you were guaranteed, for the most part, not to be in the bed with Ransom.

Andy had pondered this, he didn’t want to share you with his brother, but he wanted to share you with Ransom even less. Frank saw his twin faltering, knowing he was about to give in to his offer. He started to send the pictures more rapidly, given him the thought that you were even fucking Ransom while he was in town. Knowing that you weren’t spending lunch break with Andy, he would send a quick photo, giving your husband the impression, you left just to fuck Ransom.

Your hand wipes away a tear, and when Andy tries to come closer to comfort you, you step back from him. “Have I ever met Frank?”

“Not officially.”

“Are you Frank?” your lips tremble when you look at him, and other than a need to want to be near you, he shows no emotion.

“No, I’m your husband, Andy.”

“Have I... has Frank ever been in this house with me?” Andy doesn’t want to answer, but his lack of answer is enough for you. “Oh God...why? When?” your trembling lips turn into your whole body shaking.

“The first time you met me, it was him. Your first and second date with me, was Frank. Everything after that was me, until the pictures started coming in, but it was me that you fell in love with, not him.”

“Have I had sex with him?” Andy only nods his head. “Is Iris yours?” again you get another nod. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. He only came to see you after I was getting the photos, but I timed the pills right. I wouldn’t have done that if I thought the child wouldn’t be mine.”

“You didn’t time them too well did you? Aster is Ransom’s. And those Photos that were being sent to you from him. Why did Linda send them to him?” every part of your body seethes with the anger and hate you feel towards Andy, but still desiring more answers.

“I don’t know for sure. But I think...she caught on to what we were doing when we were younger. She made a comment to Frank about how he was always second best. Frank...he’s not the marrying kind, but he enjoys someone, for only a moment.”

“So, you just allowed him to have sex with me so you could go to Florida. What’s in Florida?”

“A niece. She’s our step sister’s daughter. It’s complicated, but Frank, moved her away from the city to Florida. At the time I wanted kids, and didn’t have any, so I started traveling down there. Made a habit of it. But when you were sneaking off with Ransom, I couldn’t leave you unattended for so long, so Frank offered to stay here, keep you occupied, while I spent time with Mary.”

“Keep me occupied? What’s the fucking difference between Ransom and Frank? I’m still fucking someone else,” your skin heats up, and you’re no longer hurt, now you’re pissed.

“Frank is family. I know you wouldn’t understand, you don’t have a twin. I fucking hate Ransom Drysdale. Frank is my brother.”

“When was the last time?” thinking back on the last morning you had Andy, how perfect it was. How loved you felt.

“Don’t ask me that.”

“When?!” you shout at him.

“He left Thursday morning.”

“That’s why you were being so nice. You...” it finally hits you the difference between the two, “you called me sweetheart. I can’t believe you. You – you...was it ever really real? Who did I fall in love with? Who did I marry?”

“Don’t do this,” Andy’s eyes darken. You haven’t even learned anything about Ari, and you don’t care.

“I didn’t, Andy. You did. All of this from the beginning. I know I had an affair, but...did you – do you ever feel guilty about what you did? Made me believe a lie? I believed everything had been my fault. But you...you made your brother come stay here to keep me stuffed full of his cock, while you visited your niece. You changed my birth control to force me to get pregnant, knowing I was fucking both your brother and Ransom. You lied about Aster’s paternity test to save your pride. And you...you’ve been abusive to me. All for what? You wanted it all...guess what? Now you have nothing.”

“What about what he did? He made you warm his cock, while he took a call from me. Brought in his disgusting brother to fuck you. He blackmailed you to have sex with Robert?”

“We’re not talking about Ransom. It was wrong, but I knew. I knew who I was having sex with. But you made me believe a lie for years.”

“Don’t do this,” he pleads, taking a few steps closer to you. “Don’t tear my family apart.”

“God, Andy, do you even hear yourself? It’s always been about your family, when it should be our family. You could have had it all, all you ever dreamed. I forgave you for switching my pills. I stayed by your side after you raped me. And I defended you. Made excuses for you. Do you even feel sorry about what you did?

You see Andy fuming with this question, “What did? What about what you did? You were fucking that asshole, when you were supposed to be with me! Do you even feel sorry?”

Your voice starts off as a whisper when you speak, you know he doesn’t actually feel guilty or sorry for what he did, “I have apologized. Over and over again. I stayed away from Ransom, like you asked. But you keep bringing him up, like it’s a personal vendetta. Like your jealous of him, and not because I was sleeping with him.”

“”M not jealous,” he answers sadly, his gaze drifts down to the floor and he sighs, “You can stay here. I’ll leave.”

“No, the house is in your name,” your body turns to walk out the door.

“Where are you staying? Where will you go? I’m trying to be nice here. The girls should stay in their home.”

“I’m not telling you where I’m staying. And I want to be anywhere but here.”

“Don’t. Please don’t,” Andy is finally close enough to grab your wrist. He squeezes it slightly, pulling you into him.

“Do you think what you’ve done is acceptable?”

“I was honest with you. I was, you wanted to know so I...”

“You were honest when you had nothing left to lose.”

Andy scoffs, his hand gripping your wrist even tighter, and your other hand tries to pry it away, knowing that Ransom and Everett are outside, only a scream away. “So that’s it? We’re getting a divorce. You can walk away that easily?”

“Don’t you dare tell me that this has been easy. This is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to deal with. Ever since I found I was pregnant. This has been hard. And you just keep fucking disappointing me. I wanted you. I wanted to have babies with you. I married you. I kept my promise and stayed away from Ransom, and you still let Frank sleep in our bed. You let him fuck me, and he pretended it was you. I wanted you,” you repeat yourself, because at a time you did. During your pregnancy had been blissful, you looked forward to planning and preparing dinner for Andy. Even after the twins were born, you two had finally had your perfect family. But deep down you and Andy were nothing but toxicity.

“At least I think it was you I wanted. Maybe it was Frank all along.”

“I love you. Tell me you love me. Don’t...everything I felt was real.”

“It was for me, too. But you...you made me believe a lie. I’m sorry Andy, I can’t...” your voice trails off as the dam of your tears finally breaks.

“You going to live with him?” he asks, flicking his head outside.

“You know what? Fuck you. No, I’m not going to live with him. It’s just like you to take it back to Ransom every time. Your jealousy for him is what made us spiral out of control,” your whole-body pulses with rage, because you finally have your eyes open to all of Andy’s lie and manipulations throughout your whole relationship.

Standing directly in front of you, Andy’s knuckles slide down your cheek, “Did he finally let you down?” his voice a sinister whisper, and his face too close to yours, “You’ve done nothing but make excuses for him, honey.”

Having enough you pry your body away from him, opening up the door a bit, when Ransom sees you crying, putting your hand up to keep Andy away, he wants to lurch forward. Everett puts his hand up, to tell him to stay back. “I wanted him to step up for Aster. I told you I wanted kids with you. You did this. I’m not making excuses for Ransom. The only person I made excuses for was you. I’m done. Give me a week, our conversations will only revolve around Iris.”

“What about Aster?”

“I... Andy, I don’t know what to do about that. She’s not – not yours, and I’m not living here. You threatened Ransom, and you have to face the consequences for that.”

“Don’t you do this!” he warns through gritted teeth. His voice rising slightly and Everett slings the door open, pulling you out of the house, and his body stands in between yours and Andy’s.

“Let. Me. Go!” you grit your teeth, venom coming out with every word. “I’m leaving, Andy. Goodbye,” you miss the anger laced through Andy’s eyes when Ransom rushes up to, wrapping an arm around your heaving shoulders. In that moment, the only thing you can think of is getting home to your babies. Feeling stupid for ever thinking that this dark Andy would ever, could ever change.

TW: END

Seeing Ransom walk you to your car, his arm draped around your shoulders infuriates Andy, but Everett stops him. His large body stands in front of Andy’s. “That car is mine!”

Ransom turns his neck to say something, but he stops when your hand taps on his chest, “Don’t.”

“This really how you want to play this, Andy? She’s got your kids with her,” Everett asks, knowing that Andy is just holding on to the tiniest amount of control he can.

“It’s okay. Me and your daughter don’t need it.”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t...don’t do this,” you just continue to walk, crying harder the further away you get. “I don’t want to do a couples therapy with him, Ran,” your tears being replaced, because now you’re angry and numb.

“Shh, you don’t have to.”

The two of you continue to walk down your close nit community, not even caring who sees you not with Andy anymore. “He...he admitted it.”

“Admitted what?”

“Frank, I’ve had sex with him,” Ransom’s hand resting on your shoulder tightens. His fingers slightly dig into your skin, but it doesn’t make you want to pull away, it makes you fold in closer. “Thursday,” his head turns to look at you. “He was in the bed with me on Thursday. I had sex with Frank just a couple of days ago. And he – he doesn’t...he doesn't even care. It’s still all about you.”

“Shh...let’s just get you home, okay? You wanna call Jake? My keys are at the apartment. Him or Steve can drive it here. I’ll just let you have that for now. If you want, don’t want to push you,” you think on his words. Ransom is really trying for you, for the girls, but you have to have boundaries. You don’t answer, just walk. The both of you see the bright lights of Everett’s cruiser.

Driving slowly beside you, while you and Ransom still walk down the street, Everett rolls his window down, “Got him calmed down, for now. He said you can get the car,” with the lack of speaking coming from you and Ransom, he assumes that’s not an option. “You want me to take you back where you’re staying?”

“Is Andy in your pocket?” you ask finally looking at him.

“No. There are a few that he has wrapped, I’m not one of them. Bodecker, Wilson, Diskant, Mace – we're the good ones. We take our jobs seriously, and can’t be bought or bribed, I can’t speak for the others. If you still don’t trust me, you can call someone, and I’ll wait,” his cruiser slows to a stop. “Call Wilson, he’ll tell you.”

Your eyes look up at Ransom, trusting his decision in this, and he gives you a nod, opening the door. “Curtis Everett by the way,” you only barely acknowledge he said anything. Mostly you run through your mind when Frank was the one spending time with you, instead of Andy. The only words spoken are Ransom giving him directions. His hand sits on the seat close to your body, but never touching you.

Curtis bids you two a farewell and Ransom follows behind you, still no words. Walking into the apartment you don’t even say anything to the men who stand up with the sound of the door. You just walk into your room with your daughters, staring down at them, and trying not to be loud with your cries. Whispering your apologizes to them, spending extra time looking at Iris. Your hand runs down her chubby cheek, and she only continues to sleep.

“What happened?” Jake asks, Ransom can hardly think. He saw how hurt you were when you left Andy, the same face you made with him this morning. “Okay...you could just not say anything.”

“Andy’s a fucking bastard.”

“I kinda figured that. But...” Ransom knows that you trusted him with what Andy did concerning Frank, and he knows it’s not his place to talk about it. “Its Frank isn’t. He – don't tell me he...did he really?”

“I’m gonna go. Tell her to give Bucky a call, sounds like she needs it. I left a card for the girls’ next checkup, too. If she – uh, you guys need anything, all of us are just a call away. We’ve been there with Becca.”

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Jolting up in the bed, your skin sticky with sweat, and your breathing quick heaves, you look over at your girls, and then back to your empty bed. It was amazing you were able to sleep at all, but a look at the clock shows you it wasn’t long enough. Looking under the door shows you that Jake has now retired into his own room, and you know it’s wrong, but right now you don’t want to be alone.

You don’t notice Ransom curled up on the couch fast asleep, because your mission is just to make it to Jake. “Jake?” barely stirring you close the door behind you, tiptoeing over to his bed to give him a little tap, “Jake?”

He squints his eyes, and tries to shake sleep off of him. “Hey...y-you okay?”

“I don’t want to be alone.”

He pulls back the covers to beckon you in, and you faulter for just a moment before crawling in with him. Timidly Jake stays further away from you, “C-can I lay on you?”

Jake swallows deeply, but shuffles closer to, sighing when you lay your head on his bare chest. You nuzzle into his chest, the Ax body spray still clinging to his skin, and when you lean back to thank him, your eyes roll up to meet his, your voice gets stuck in your throat. His hands softly brush around the perimeter of your skin.

“Y/N...?”

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seb-stan-lover · 6 years

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Hey! So I found this adorable fic and let me tell you that I AM IN LOVE! is an AU of Seb and Chris, well, in this case, Dr. Chris Beck and Robert Mace (Seb and Chris’ astronaut characters) and is AWESOME! Also, there are other cameos there of many other characters they have played which is awesome!!! I hope you guys read it and shower it with kudos because it is fantastic :) ❤️❤️❤️ Thank you so much @sebeefstianstan for sharing it!

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misschris1412 · 3 years

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idée de fanfiction la jumelle de Loki :)

#katie mcgrath #tom hiddleston #Chris Evans #Sister loki #witch #the god of mischief #captainamerica #Steve Rogers #loki #Loki Laufeyson #mcu #fanfiction #CrossOver #crackship #two worlds

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luninosity · 4 years

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fanfic writers tag game!

I was tagged by the marvelous @musette22 for this lovely fanfiction tag game that was devised by the clearly very brilliant @thewaythatwerust, to discuss some of the fics I’ve written over time! Thanks so much! 💖

Let’s see, I shall tag... @thebestpersonherelovesbucky @turtletotem @gerec @whtaft and @ninemoons42 <3

Which of your fics…

* Did you think would get a bigger reaction/audience than it got:

Ah, a tricky one! I feel like I never really have expectations - I just write words because I can’t not! But maybe lines of light, which was my Steve/Bucky Fake Character Death Trope fic - it’s sort of a weird little fic, but I wanted more of that trope, but maybe that’s just me!

* Got a better reaction than you expected:

Oh, goodness - just about all of them! I remember being so shy and so nervous to share any of my writing, years ago, and now I write things that people seem to like...I think probably never mind the why and wherefore surprised me most, though! That’s my TJ Hammond/Johnny Storm fic, and when I started writing it mine was literally the third fic on AO3 for that pairing, and for that small a fandom, I’ve just been amazed.

Also, of course: I’m constantly amazed by how much people love Like Sugar! It was the biggest thing I’d ever tried to write, and it made me a better writer along the way, and I suspect it’s the Evanstan fic/series people might remember most, from my fics? (Also also, if original-fic-inspired-by-an-Evanstan-drabble counts: the love for Character Bleed has been overwhelming!)

* Is your funniest:

...am I funny? I don’t know! *waves hands about* I feel like I never set out to “write something funny,” but then again I like terrible puns and wordplay, so there’re probably funny lines in most fics? I hope?

Honestly maybe every inch of north and south, which has the Chris-turned-into-a-puppy plot, or Now That I’ve Found You, Stay, because giant patriotic dildos, or some of the banter in just a couple lovebirds, because I love Chris and Seb in that one. Or some of Bucky’s pulp fiction stories in tales to astonish. Or all the TERRIBLE autumn-related puns in the current Evanstan fic, A Place Not Far Away!

Or we could go REAL old-school and pull out the McFassy semi-crack fic in which James gets magically cursed to turn into a kitten. There’s that.

* Is your darkest/angstiest:

Ahahahaha. Um. *stares in Characters Having Emotions*

Okay, okay, um... Aside from certain specific chapters of Like Sugar and Amateur Cartography, it’s either The Tones That Tremble Down Your Spine (Bucky needs all the softness, after this! of course so does Steve...) (sometimes I think about adding a chapter, because it ends a little abruptly, but I also wanted it to - not everything’s 100% resolved, but it’s clearly on a healing trajectory!) ...

...or, over in Cherik-land, I hope we rise to the occasion, which does have a hopeful ending but is painful, or the balancing act stories (also Cherik) which were...personal in many ways (also originally written over on Livejournal, because I’m old).

* Is your absolute favourite:

Impossible! *laughs* It’s always the current story I’m (actively) writing. Which at the moment is the Evanstan autumn fluff-with-porn A Place Not Far Away. I don’t know if it’s my favorite-favorite, but it’s nice to get back to Evanstan and I love fall.

* Is your least favourite:

Also impossible! There’re things I love about all my stories. If I have to...maybe It’s Time To Bring This Ship Into The Shore, mostly because Michael’s such a dick to James for a lot of it. Which is also true in Loving Days (why was that a plot point in a few of my McFassy fics?) but I think I did a better job with his redemption in that one, and showing how much he changed and tried harder. And with Ship & Shore I wasn’t super-knowledgeable about the soul-bond trope (it was a request-fic) so I never felt quite sure I’d done it well enough!

* Was the easiest to write:

Amusingly, considering how epic and glorious and long the whole series became, I’d say Like O, Like H - the first Like Sugar Evanstan story. It just flowed. It knew what it wanted to be, and I tried to keep up. (Lovebirds was also one of those, as was the TJ/Johnny fic, never mind the why and wherefore.)

* Was the hardest to write:

the sound of rain on tin. It’s been the fic I’ve had the hardest time with ever. It’s my own fault for trying to do too much in terms of plot - sort of AU, an Evanstan-Stucky crossover, Lovecraftian elements - and then starting to post before I had it all properly sorted. I do know how it ends in general terms, I promise! but resolving plot/action has never been one of my strengths, and we’ve hit the point where I actually have to figure out How To Fix The Magic Portal-Thing, and I don’t feel like I’ve got it worked out well enough.

I mean if you all just want me to write the emotional Sebastian talking to Steve Rogers (and maybe a little curious kissing) and Chris talking to Bucky, and then *poof* suddenly Seb and Bucky are back in their respective universes and we get Emotional Reconciliation Scenes and Love Confessions, that part’s easy. I’ve had stray bits of those scenes done for years.

* Have you re-read the most:

Like Sugar, in part for continuity as I worked on later stories and in part because I’m really kind of proud of it.

* Would you recommend to someone reading your work for the first time:

Depends on what genres they like! I’m probably best known for - if anything - Like Sugar, and I think it’s pretty representative of my writing in terms of loving tender kink-with-emotions! But the person would have to not mind Evanstan RPF and soft Dom/sub kink and arranged (sort of) marriage tropes.

Other than that, for Evanstan, maybe Sweet Disposition (the third version of the clothes-sharing fic!); or (baby won’t you please), which is the Chris And Seb Go To A Sex Club For Research For a Role fic, or tempt me, tease me, which is...Sebastian leaves an unsatisfactory date with someone else (brief and random) to go pick Chris up from a bar, and then there’re lots of revelations about Feelings, and also porn-with-emotions. Those last two ‘feel’ similar in my head for some reason - mood, maybe, or story arcs about revelation and discovery.

...for Stucky, maybe when and where our eyes meet (Bucky falling asleep! soft blankets!)...or tales to astonish, because it’s such fun!

...if you want to go a bit older, I have weird affection for my first-ever Cherik fic, Know That It’s True, which is a Cerebro hurt/comfort fic, and then I love the slow development of the McFassy in No Wonder, No Wonder, which I occasionally still think about trying to revise as original, but it’s so character-driven that it’d be hard, but I love the feel of it, the hints of magic and the setting...

* Are you most proud of:

Like Sugar! At the time it was the biggest story I’d ever tried to write, both in terms of length and in terms of world-building and planning and characters growing closer together. Character Bleed got more complicated in terms of needing multiple outlines and plot, eventually, but I couldn’t’ve done that if I hadn’t done Like Sugar first.

* Has your favourite line/exchange/paragraph (share it):

Too hard to pick! There are so many!

I sometimes say it’s this one, from tempt me, tease me, though not always:

“If you’d like,” Sebastian offers, “we can even tell them I borrowed your key and lost it, if you don’t mind asserting small untruths to hotel personnel.” Big blue half-plastered Captain America eyes stare at him some more. “…Chris?” “You…” One hand waves, a partial gesture, pulled back at the last second. As if Chris has meant to reach out, and thought better of that. “You really would? You wouldn’t, y’know, mind?” Sebastian half-smiles. Thinks of cars with broken-glass windows in Romanian capital-city streets, thinks of students waving flags and cheering with feral glee, thinks of saucer-eyed childhood memories and songs of revolutionary fervor and desperate upheavals of optimism like birthing-pains. Chris Evans is beautiful and genuine and real, and Sebastian would do far worse things, would splinter his body and perjure his soul, to give Chris one more day in which to eat pizza and laugh and clap friends on the shoulder with a broad happy hand. “No,” he says, “I wouldn’t mind.”

Or, from the WIP - the next chapter of A Place Not Far Away - because my favorite is often what I’m currently working on, there’s this! Enjoy? <3

They both watch Sebastian for a second; he’s nodding, jotting down a quote, hair bouncing with the motion. His fingers are quick and tanned, gathering notes; his jacket’s casually open, and dirt’s left a scuff on his right boot.

He’s a New York City reporter in a black leather jacket and a stylish sweater, but he’s also a reporter who doesn’t mind getting dirty and will run through a corn maze and helped set out signs the first day Chris ever met him.

Carly pats Chris’s shoulder, says, “Enjoy yourself,” and heads off to supervise some historical blacksmith demonstrations. The sky shimmers in clouds and satin and magic and unfallen rain.

Sebastian bounces back over. “That’ll be fantastic, she was so excited, she’s already thinking about next year, which is so perfect for a pull quote, and it’ll get people thinking ahead about coming here then!”

Would you come back, Chris doesn’t say. Would you come back next year, next month, next week, even if your story’s done? Would you stay and not leave?

He can’t ask that. This is Sebastian’s job.

He says, “That’s awesome. You want lunch?”

“Absolutely. I haven’t eaten my way through your menu yet. Recommendations?”

“Classic Oktoberfest? The whole German sausage, potato, onion thing? That one’s popular. And, um, baked apples. In maple cream sauce.” Food. He can talk about food. Promoting their menu. Not getting down on both knees and promising to bring home every pumpkin Sebastian likes, if that’ll make those happy eyes stay at his side.

“Sounds good.” Sebastian’s eyebrows go up, beckoning Chris into the joke. “And I do like sausage.”

“I like your sausage,” Chris tells him, and Sebastian’s laugh is a splash of sunshine through clouds and cold and tree-branches that stretch to the sky.

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