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canyouhearthelight · 1 year

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The Miys, Ch. 228

Another one on the books... so to speak. After so long working on this, I have pretty mixed feelings going into the end of the story.

That said, @baelpenrose and I have discussed doing an AMA once The Miys and Arcadian Inquisition (one of Bael’s 2 current ongoing works) are done. This one would be joint, and probably over Discord. Obviously, I would love y’all’s opinions. We’ve already polled our joint Discord server, but spreading this out there to everyone else who follows either of us.

Speaking of.... New and returning readers for the week! @quantumizedinsanity, my first follower after my sister has gotten caught back up - over 125 chapters in less than a week. Absolutely insane! Thank you for the notes on broken links, super appreciated so I can get those fixed. Also, @necromancer04, awesome to see you again and to know that you’re doing okay enough to binge read and catch up. @miniaturehumanman,@stevetoppsculpture, @gingersnap126126, welcome!

Conversation broke out around me, until Huynh raised his voice to drown everyone out. “Miys said the sensors are online, and we aren’t dead yet, so what happened?”

Xiomara cleared her throat as everyone turned to stare at her. After a moment, she took a deep breath and answered. “Somehow, despite the best efforts of Miys, Odvub, and our teams here, something has caused the Eko-mari fleet to change course. They’re pulling in tight to the Ark, and sensors indicate they are arming weapons. Miys reached out to me in my role overseeing safety and security, and I asked them to bring everyone here as a precaution.”

“Do we think they intercepted information?” Grey asked in a surprisingly neutral tone.

“Since we were passing it on paper with the exception of Charly’s call several weeks ago, it’s doubtful,” Xio sighed reassuringly. “If they had intercepted that we would have seen something sooner.”

“Fair point,” they conceded. “Also, good to know.”

Arthur spoke up for the first time, shouldering in on the other side of me from Tyche. “Good and bad - it means they have picked up something regarding the S’crirs fleet. And I just don’t believe Ix’al or Brol would let them get that sloppy.”

Charly shook her head. “Their ships are held together with space duct tape and a lot of hope. And we have one of their best engineers - “

“You have got to be kidding” I groaned.

“One of their best,” she insisted, glaring at me. “Something could have just leaked.”

Xiomara took the reins again. “The fleet is here, ostensibly, to be on the lookout for pirates, and we were attacked by some less than a month before they arrived, so the idea that they are on the lookout for any ships other than themselves and the Ark is well within the scope of possibility.”

“Damned Germans and their efficiency,” Arthur growled while Huynh nodded enthusiastically.

“Basically,” Xio agreed in an exhausted tone. “But that also means that the Eko-mari have twigged to the existence of our friendly neighborhood pirates. Which, there is a term in Reid-ish that is really good for this…” She started snapping her fingers loudly and glanced at me, Tyche, Antoine, and Arthur.

I’m pretty sure that she would have snapped at Mav if he hadn’t been doing something that looked super important with Evan and the controls.

“No bueno tacos,” I said. “The tacos are not good.”

Parvati recoiled in disgust. “Who wants bad tacos?”

“That’s the point,” Tyche confirmed gently. “Bad tacos aren’t good for anyone.”

“Ah.”

“Exactly,” Xiomara agreed. “The situation is bad tacos. We were so focused on the fleet doing what they weren’t supposed to be doing but were going to do anyway that we didn’t suspect they would actually do their jobs.”

Eino raised a hand, eliciting an eye-roll from Arthur and silence from the rest of us. “What does this have to do with why we are here?”

“Even if we find another solution to the Eko-mari fleet making a targeted attempt to return us to the Stone Age and trap us there, anything offensive would require the assistance of the S’crirs.” Surprisingly, the flat toned comment came from Charly.

“I’m not telling my niece that her Queen Mother and Captain father are gone,” Tyche insisted, stomping a foot and rubbing her hair threateningly.

“Oh,” Eino exclaimed softly. “I did not think about how our Teeth would think about it…”

My heart softened towards him the second he said ‘our Teeth’. “So, unless anyone is volunteering to tell Teeth and Nixe that Ix’al or Brol is gone - “

A cacophony of “fuck that” and “I’d rather fly the ship to blow up the fleet” erupted, and any objections to our tactics died a quiet and unmourned death.

“So, moving forward,” Xiomara intoned wryly. “We need to think about what to do from here, on a reactionary foot.”

Pranav waved, and I groaned internally. He cut a glance towards me and cleared his throat. “Derek Okafor suggested a two-pronged attack on the fleet, utilizing viruses, both computer and biological.”

Grey’s hand immediately flew up to their brow to pinch the skin. “You are telling me that Derek’s solution to the fleet that believes we are a biohazard is to prove them right?”

“To quote Hannah, our job was proofreading and making sure all the components were there,” I intoned loftily. “The populace was going to vote on it.”

“We may not have a chance to vote on any of them,” Xiomara pointed out, glancing at Arthur as he nodded in understanding. “Unless we send them out now, as is, and figure out how to make them work on the fly.”

Charly bounced on the balls of her feet a couple times before speaking again. “So, all of us are here because we may need to make decisions on the fly. I get that. But why are Maverick and Evan?”

A mellow buzz hit all our ears. “Ostensibly, in the event that the sensors are damaged, the Ark will need line-of-site piloting. In truth, I am also considering that the Ark is not intended for anything resembling evasive maneuvers, as we are protected under Galactic law. The ship can take significant damage, but if the Eko-mari fleet decides to turn on us, we cannot withstand their full force.”

“But it’s zero gravity, or micro gravity,” I pointed out. “Shouldn’t that make it easier to - “

Three groans hit me just as Charly grabbed my hand and stroked it gently. “I am not going to repeat what you just said to Conor or Maverick…”

“Thank you?” I was confused.

“Mostly because I’m pretty sure I would throw up if I tried.” She squeezed my hand affectionately and turned toward the larger crowd. “For anyone who was wondering the same thing, the issue isn’t gravity or friction. It’s the fact that the Ark is huge and has an absolutely bonkers amount of inertia. The laws of motion are not our friend right now.”

“Oh,” I realized softly. “Forgot about that.”

Grey sent a signal to all our databands before picking up where Charly left off. “Additionally, we are currently in a breaking position, so any maneuvering would require significant strain on all of us.”

I flicked my datapad open and boggled for a moment while my brain caught up. “The engine is firing… In the… well shit.”

“Engines in the front, party in the back,” Arthur quipped. “If we want to scoot, the Ark will need to flip for us to do so. Probably several times.”

My stomach was already churning at the thought.

Alice jumped in, thankfully. “So Maverick and Evan are here, not just because they have the necessary training, but because they are specifically trained not to puke and pass out under stress?”

“Lovely image,” Parvati muttered.

“But completely accurate,” I muttered back mournfully.

She winced, swallowed hard, and cracked an eye open to speak. “Engineers, scientists, pilots, computer people, even Eino, I get being here. Why is our office present, aside from being on the Council?”

“Tyche is one of our backup pilots!” Evan shouted as she and Maverick approached. “She’s been training in the sims for nearly a decade, and on some of the smaller stuff can outfly either of us.”

“Low center of gravity and low mass means fewer gees?” Tyche suggested.

“Sure,” Evan agreed, but her mouth flicked at one corner, tempted to grin.

I tossed Maverick a wink before turning to Vati. “And logistics. In crisis, we are the only ones who know exactly where everyone on the Ark should be, so we can direct them to which areas are still fortified from our forced boarding preparation, what resources need to be protected or babysat, what can be destroyed and have minimal impact, who the med teams are….”

“Oh gods.” Her eyes grew wide in horror. “We do know all that…oh gods, off the top of my head, that is…”

“You get used to it,” Tyche and I assured her in unison.

For some reason, her horror only seemed to get worse.

I shrugged it off to deal with later and turned to the group. “Request permission for Alistair Worthington to be dismissed from Level One.”

“I beg your par - “

“Don’t beg, it’s unbecoming,” I cut him off. “Not everything in the Archives is etched yet, so - with the permission of everyone else gathered - I think you would be better leveraged helping Archivist Pol get the Archives secured in case we have to evacuate quickly.”

He blinked several times before his anger dissipated. “Yes, request permission to be dismissed.”

“That’s the spirit!” I patted his shoulder. Addressing the group again, I made my case. “Tyche and Parvati are here, we can communicate with Hannah easily, so it’s not like we’re hurting. But we will be if those Archives are destroyed.”

“I agree,” Grey nodded, raising their hand. “Those in favor?”

The only hand that stayed down was - unsurprisingly - Arthur, who made a point of crossing his arms.

Alistair didn’t even wait for the obvious result to be announced, he just stepped in, kissed Arthur on the cheek, and rushed to the door.

A chorus of catcalls and cheers followed him, and if his face didn’t match Arthur’s ears, I would voluntarily eat my shirt.

“Oh, grow up,” Arthur snapped lazily. “What are we, thirteen?”

“God, I wish,” Xiomara sighed. “Any other pressing decisions before we start assessing the situation?”

Maverick stood to full attention. “Screens and controls confirmed intact, and data is coming from the sensors and cameras flawlessly. We’re ready when you are.”

“Take Tyche and get her acquainted with the set up,” Grey suggested. “My understanding is that it is rather unconventional.”

He nodded and all three left, snagging Derek on the way in case they ran into any issues. As soon as she saw that, Alice swore softly and trotted off behind them. “Wait up guys, Derek won’t have enough hands!”

I arched an eyebrow at Pranav as his mentee ditched the official meeting.

He just shrugged. “I am not dead yet, and Alice has been Derek’s extra hands for longer than she has been my mentee. All will be well.”

“Yeah, and it’s totally not because you send Alice live audio of everything that happens in meetings anyway.” Everyone turned to Charly as she spoke, and after a beat or two of silence she looked up. “What?”

“You said that out loud,” Pranav advised, eyes twinkling with mischief.

“No I - I did?” Her eyes widened as we nodded. “Well, fuck.”

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tea-with-evan-and-me · 7 months

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I say this with lots of kindness, it’s hard to understand the issue with big age gaps while you’re still young yourself. That also used to be me. Now that I’m 36, I get it. (And before anyone says I’m just butt hurt because I’m older and not with Evan, I’m happily married with 2 kids, and still a fan 🙂) It has nothing to do with legal age, we know these women can legally date an older guy. It comes down to maturity and power dynamic, but ultimately the individual person. Saying Frances was too young was not only her age, but also stage of life and immaturity. She was fresh out of college, only just finding her way, trying to get work etc and also seemed very emotionally immature. It’s not like we are blaming her for anything, she had every right to be in that stage of her life. BUT compared to where Evan was at, plus his experience and fame, it was a very odd and unbalanced match. And that’s why it felt weird. Compared to say Blake Lively at the same age, completely different. Same with Beyoncé when she got married. Both had established careers, their own homes, been in other relationships, had experience, understood dating in the spotlight and being famous. I mean you just can’t compare them with this scenario. So please don’t take offence, we don’t think being in your twenties is “too young for someone older”. It depends entirely on the situation and people involved. But usually, the older party has much more experience and power in the RS. It’s just how it is. RE Chris Evans and his wife, I think the age gap is an issue mostly because they seem to live in his area, with his family and his friends, all whom are older and settled. I feel like she is giving up so much of herself and her life but won’t see it until later on. She might want that, but she deserves more in my opinion. It’s on him that he’s taking that away from her. I hope she finds her own young crew in Boston or it will be boring as hell lol. I also think he’s having a midlife crisis and freaked out about not being married with kids and over age 40 🤷🏻‍♀️ Enter a lovely young impressionable girl who is willing to change her whole life for him and BAM! Married 😬

thank you 💗 you’re spot on with it and i agree. folks also have to remember that at a certain point, age gaps matter less. think about it like this: if a 40 year old dates a 60 year old, while some may find it odd, from an ethical standpoint it doesn’t pose the same questions and problems as a 20 and 30 year old. it all boils down to life experience and emotional maturity, and in my opinion, there is no real substitution for this when someone is very young. you just have to live and learn. we can have a whole side conversation about misogyny and why men prefer dating younger, malleable women even outside of sexual motivation, but honestly, i don’t think it’s necessary here. no one is trying to attack evan or frances, it’s just people voicing their own discomfort with it and the reasons why.

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contact-right · 2 years

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Do you think gk is better than bob? If so why? I want to watch it but I can't get past the first ep

Hi! I personally like Generation Kill over Band of Brothers, but they're both great shows on their own, I guess it just has to do with personal preference. To get more into it, without spoiling anything (hopefully), I'll give my opinion under the cut, as it could be a bit long;

Despite the first few minutes of the first episode, Generation Kill isn't your usual action-packed war drama. Instead, the story is centered on realism. There's no dramatic music to set the tone, no voice-over telling the audience what's going on, what's happening, or what character a or b is experiencing. The show mostly depicts the events on screen as impartial. While the show is based on the book by Evan Wright (the reporter who was embedded with the marines), the audience doesn't really get pushed to a side to 'root' for. Thematic decisions are made to be as accurate as possible. Of course, there are exaggerations to move the plot forward or serve to make it more entertaining, but overall, it feels very real.

When I first watched it, not knowing much or shit-all about the American military, the jargon and slang could be a bit confusing. As a viewer, you just get sucked right into it and it isn't really a show you can watch casually but you don't really need to know anything either to get immersed. Paired with the politics, the hierarchy, the decisions made by command that seem so illogical, and the building frustration, I think it only adds to the experience. The viewer doesn't get the full picture. We don't know at first glance why certain decisions are made, we experience what the characters are seeing and going through, and from there on, you can form your own ideas or opinions on what is happening or why while being faced with the fact that the invasion in Iraq and the military itself, is very complicated (and should never have happened in the first place!!).

The characters aren't all black and white. There are no 'hero's' or clean-cut 'villains'. They try to do their jobs, they fuck up, they make mistakes, terrible stuff happens, and those characters cope with questionable humor or singing early 2000's hits while on the road in a humvee. Which, coming back to the 'realism' of Generation Kill, makes it all the more human.

It's a unique show and it's probably not for everyone. I like it for the realism, the portrayal of the characters, and how they change/endure through all the hurdles and distressing situations they have to go through. Once again, Generation Kill and Band of Brothers are both great shows on their own and I find it hard to compare the two. I could go even deeper into it, but then I would be spoiling a lot and I don't want to ruin that for you.

I'm not some expert on movies or whatever, and there are better, more eloquent answers out there to your question, but I hope this helped somewhat. Give the show another chance, it's really good!!!

Thanks for the ask and have a nice day! 💜💜

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one-sweet-gubler · 3 years

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Baby Maybe *IMAGINE* *EB*

prompt(s) : "Hello I was wondering if you could write an Evan Buckley x reader. Where the reader wants a baby but Buck does not so the reader goes and gets the rest of the 118 gets involved asking their opinions on the situation."

pairing : Evan Buckley x Reader

TW : 1 mention of alcohol

requested? : Yes

word count : 1,137

requests : OPEN

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"Babe, can we have this conversation tonight when we get home?" Evan spoke, his toothbrush in his mouth. You were both getting ready for a barbecue with the 118 at Bobby and Athena's house.

That was always his answer, whenever you brought it up. 'When we get home' or 'I promise we will talk about this.'

"Buck..." You sighed softly, leaning against the bathroom door frame. "You always say that we'll talk about it later. We never do." It was easy to tell how upset you were, just by the look on your face.

Buck finished with his brushing routine and rinsed his mouth out before walking over to you. One hand found it's way to your waist while the other found it's way to the side of your cheek. Turning your head softly to avoid his gaze, you placed a soft kiss against the palm of his hand.

"I promise, we will. I jus- I'm not ready for a baby. I'm still young, Y/N. We're still young. We have so much life to live, so much to do. There's a whole list of things I want to do. With you." Buck spoke softly.

You pulled yourself from his hands and grabbed your sweater off the bed.

"I'll see you in the Jeep." Your voice barely above a whisper as you grabbed the bowl of fruit salad you prepared and headed down to the Jeep before hopping in.

The ride to Bobby and Athena's was quiet, and uncomfortable. Your hands fiddled with the sleeve of your sweater as Buck kept both his hands on the steering wheel. Upon arrival, you got the bowl of fruit salad you made and headed straight for the door, not bothering to wait for Buck.

"Hey! Come on in!" Athena smiled at you as she opened the door. "Where's the other half?" She quizzed, arching her eyebrow.

"He's in the Jeep, he's on his way in." You smiled weakly, heading out back, setting the fruit bowl down and greeting everybody.

You sat on the outdoor patio lounge seat as you, Maddie, Hen and Karen talked. Watching them talk about their kids made your heart crack a little.

"What about you and Buck? When are you guys going to pop out some cute kids?" Chimney questioned, suddenly appearing behind Maddie. The smile you were wearing softly dropped.

"Um, we haven't really talked about it much. Buck keeps postponing the conversation about kids." You spoke softly, taking a sip from your glass of lemonade. Maddie frowned softly, reaching over and placing a hand on your knee.

"If you ever want to baby sit or just need some baby cuddles, you know where to find me." She nodded softly as she gave you a reassuring smile.

"I know. I just feel like we've been together three years, married for one. I'm ready for kids, I'm ready to start growing our family. I'm ready to see Buck with a baby in his arms. Our kid being so excited that he's home from shift. I'm ready for my world to revolve around Buck and tiny Buckley's." You smiled softly.

"Alright guys! Food is ready! Everybody eat up!" Bobby echoed out, capturing everybody's attention.

You followed everybody and met in the kitchen where all the food was gathered. Buck took his place behind you, his hands on your waist, placing a soft kiss to the crown of your head.

"I promise, we will talk when we get home." He whispered in your ear. You simply nodded before moving forward and making your plate.

You joined the rest of the 118 outside as you took a seat across from Hen, Buck sitting next to you.

Conversation flowed around the table like a breeze. Everybody was laughing and chatting.

"So, Buck. When are you gonna make some babies? Add to the Buckley clan?" Chimney spoke up. Buck coughed, choking on his beer.

"Well, I'm not sure. One day, hopefully." He nodded, taking a bite of food. You looked down as you ate, finishing quickly.

Soon you headed out, leaving as everybody else did. Making it home and walking in behind Evan, locking the door behind you.

"Evan." You spoke softly, looking behind you at your husband. His expression was unreadable.

"What Y/N?" Evan spoke, his expression never changing.

You walked into the kitchen, Buck following you. Neither of you were quiet sure why the kitchen was where you had all your big talks, but it was.

You sat yourself on the kitchen island, your legs crossing at the ankles as they hung.

Buck leaned backwards against the counter across from you, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Talk to me, love. Why?" You spoke softly, looking at Buck.

A sigh left his mouth as he rubbed his stubble with one hand, the kitchen light casting a gleam from his wedding band.

"I don't want to leave them." He said. Confusion fell upon your features, wrinkles appearing between your eyebrows.

"What do you mean, leave them? A-Are you gonna leave me?" You frowned, tears welling up in your eyes. Buck quickly walked the few feet to you, his hands landing on your thighs, softly rubbing his hands on them.

"What if I die doing my job when your pregnant? Or after we have kids? Leaving my kids on this Earth without both their parents? I can't handle the thought." He spoke softly, raising his thumb to wipe an escaped tear that slowly rolled down your face.

"I want kids with you, I really do. Trust me, I love you so much. It's just a huge fear of mine. On top of all of that, what if I'm not gonna be a good dad. What if I turn out like my father?" Buck spoke the last sentence softly, nudging his nose softly against yours.

"Are you kidding me? Evan Buckley, you are nothing like your father. You are going to be the best dad, in the whole world. I've seen you with Christopher for the last five years, you're the best with him. You're so kind and caring, you put everybody before yourself." You spoke, your hands placed on his biceps. A small smile appeared on his face.

"I'm ready when you are, whenever that may be." You spoke, pecking his lips softly.

"Well you know what they say." Buck smirked.

"What do they say, Buckley?" You giggled softly.

"The practicing is just the start of all the fun." He chuckled, kissing you softly.

You laughed softly into the kiss, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around your neck.

A squeal left your lips as you were lifted from the counter top and carried upstairs.

"Let's start trying. Right now." Buck spoke, breaking the kiss to place small kisses along your jaw as he laid you on the bed.

You bit your lip softly as you nodded. This was going to be an exciting adventure

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hyunjilicious · 3 years

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the set up [chris evans]

A/n: this is the reworked version of an older fic that I wrote!!! I loved the vibe so I didn’t want to allow it to get lost in the void!!

Summary: Some mutual friends decide you and Chris would make a cute couple and decide to set you two up!! (SMUT) 6.4k

Warmings: smut, unprotected sex and they also just met so I strongly advise you to not follow their example, oral (both), brief mentions of spanking, hair pulling and dirty talk. It’s chill y’all.

This is a standalone fic, and not part of any series!

“If this girl-”

“She’s great!” Scott cut Chris off harshly, already above tired of his brother’s endless flow of nasty comments.

“I feel uncomfortable doing this!” Chris protested again from the passenger’s seat, shifting around, eyes fixed on the road ahead, “At least tell me what she’s like!”

“Gorgeous” Scott belted, nodding his head to accentuate his point, “Smart as fuck so you better control yourself” he said so sternly, not even a drop of sarcasm escaping his lips, “She’s also into old music so you can talk to her about that? Kind of-”

“So then- God this is still weird” Chris sighed, rubbing his hands across his face, not used to the idea of being set up with a girl. Maybe he wouldn’t be as terrified and nervous if all his friends hadn’t been constantly going off about how great you were, because considering their history, Chris was sure there was something horrible Scott forgot to mention.

“God what the- oh no!” you managed to exclaim as your feet ran laps around your bedroom, “How the fuck do you forget to mention he’s Chris Evans?”

“Calm down” Anne sighed burying her face into the scattered pillows around your bed, “Seriously, that doesn’t change anything, we’re all meeting in a pub, I promise you, it will be fine” she added, giving you a reassuring smile.

“Like I’m not awkward enough around idiots...” you complained again, walking to your friend to zip up your short dark blue dress. “I got this” you said as you felt the material tighten around your body, giving you a well-deserved boost in confidence.

Seated at the round table, you were so absorbed by the conversation that was being held that you failed to realize the two tall boys that approached your booth. Chris’s presence made something inside of you shift; and it wasn’t only the tingly sensation in your stomach at the sight of him, you also felt your walls build up, blocking all the confidence you ever had.

“Hi, (Y/n), right?” he greeted you, extending his arm.

With a shy smile on your lips, you stood up to shake his hand. As if your already existent butterflies didn’t exhaust you enough, his liquid touch managed to send shivers in waves, propagating across your whole body, reaching places you didn’t know could buzz like that. Chris sat down next to you, and after every time you told him something, you mentally scolded yourself for not participating more; for letting the shy side of you take control tonight.

“OK guys, next round, what would you like?” Dan, a friend of yours, raised his voice in order to get your attention as a waiter made his way to your table again.

“Vodka rocks please” you said when it came your turn, and your cheeks couldn’t help but burst into flames when Chris’s head snapped in your direction. That’s what you always had, your always go-to and everyone knew it, but to him it was new, and it certainly didn’t fit the appearance you put on.

The first part of the night flew by smoothly, at least in your opinion. If before Chris arrived you were leaning over the table trying to make a point to one of your friends, now you barely managed to gather enough courage to express your point of view in a completely trivial discussion. Maybe it was the alcohol you had ingested but you were pretty sure Chris’s eyes lingered on your bare shoulders or your lips as you talked, more than once and more than just for a second. All these thoughts, that maybe he found you attractive, maybe he cared what you had to say, everything that roamed through your head made you even more self-conscious, afraid your next action or words would let him down.

“Everybody up, I love this song” Anne commanded jumping to her feet. When you shook your head and explained that you’d rather sit through the first few songs she was quick to object. “Come on!”

“I swear, I’ll be there in 5 minutes” you promised your friend, but you were sure that what made her let you have your way was the fact that her favorite song was approaching its end and she was wasting her time at the table.

After everyone stood up and moved to the dance floor, you realized Chris hadn’t; he was on his phone, making the situation even more awkward than it had to be. You took another long sip of your drink, looking around the carefully decorated rustic pub you were in, before finally turning to him, and taping his forearm.

“Don’t you wanna dance?” you asked

“Yeah I do-” he muttered looking back and forth between you and the screen of his phone, “Just a second”

You tucked your hands under your legs, shamelessly studying his side profile. You could tell his eyebrows were slightly furrowed and the moment one of his hands traveled up to scratch the bridge of his nose, you unconsciously tilted your head to get a better view.

“Aren’t you going?” he chuckled after realizing you’ve been staring, pulling you out of your thoughts; everything about his attitude making your insides turn in embarrassment.

“I was wait- No, I’ll go-” you mumbled, preparing to stand up before his hand flew to your knee to stop you.

“No, actually don’t go, just a second” Chris said, still concentrated on his phone, apparently trying to get rid of the distraction as soon as possible. Your eyes worked their way up from his long fingers that were pressed flush against your skin, to his silver watch, further up his forearm, studying the thick veins that were protruding through his skin, to the halfway rolled up sleeve of the black shirt that wrapped itself so perfectly around his frame. You nodded when he told you to wait for him, but he had already turned his head and now you wondered if you seemed off, but before you managed to over analyze everything, he let go of your leg and tucked his phone in his back pocket.

“I’m so sorry about that” he said leaving his seat and turning, “After you”

You happily followed his actions, stepping beside him, as he placed his hand on your back, bringing you closer as you made your way to your group. After joining the small circle your friends created, you distanced yourself from Chris a little in order to have more room to dance, even if all you were actually doing was swaying and waving your hands around your body. Chris turned out to be as inexperienced as you were, his moves basically consisting of shifting his weight from one leg to the other to the beat of the unfamiliar song that was playing. The atmosphere changed soon enough, as “I got my mind set on you” started echoing through the speakers, bringing a well awaited smile on your lips. As the first lyric repeated itself a few times, you filled yourself with all the good energy of the song, your feet elegantly dancing, as if they had a mind of their own.

“Hey” you heard Chris call softly moments before he grabbed your hand to turn you around. You welcomed him with a giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck, careful to keep a decent amount of space between your bodies.

“Whole lotta spendin’ money” you mouthed the words, as his own hands sneaked behind you to pull you closer.

“You like George Harrison?” Chris asked smugly, remembering what Brian said about your love for old music.

“Isn’t he everyone’s favorite beatle?” you answered, extracting yourself from his hold and doing a childish pirouette before coming back against his chest.

“George Harrison is no one’s favorite Beatle” Chris retorted confused.

“That’s Ringo” you corrected him, “But I have no idea what everyone has against him”

With a shrug of his shoulders signaling his lack of an answer, he sighed heavily, his hot breath reaching your lips, before he spoke again, “Then who’s your favorite?”

“Who do you think?” you played, tilting your head to the side.

“McCartney?” Chris asked hopeful, biting his lower lip as he waited for your answer.

“Nah, Lennon” you chuckled, “Actually no- I don’t even know, I’m not even that big of a Beatles fan”. Your honest answer was as unexpected as it could be and judging by the smirk that made its way across Chris’s lips, you knew he appreciated the way you played it. “Do you like them?”

“They’re alright I guess-” Chris trailed off feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket. You smiled kindly taking a step back in order to give him privacy, just in case he needed it. However, you didn’t get to distance yourself too much before he wrapped one of his arms around you from behind, and settled his chin on your shoulder. You were taken aback by his gesture, as from this position you could easily see everything displayed on his screen, but he didn’t seem to care.

“I’m really sorry about this but I wouldn’t answer if I didn't absolutely have to,” Chris explained as his thumb worked its way around the screen. His hot breath hit the bare skin of your neck and shoulder, and you just turned your head, pressing your forehead against his temple; the fire between your legs not allowing you to stay still anymore.

You felt his cheeks gather up a smile under your touch, and you remained like that for a few more seconds as he finished typing. Once he was done, Chris locked his phone and secured his arm around you, turning his head slowly to meet your gaze. You welcomed him with a smile of your own, but in contrast with the sweetness that was plastered on his features, yours held a more fervid kind of feeling. He was the one to close the distance, his strong hold around your frame tightening as his mouth pressed softly against yours. You felt delight bubble inside you under the careful weight of his touch, and you soon felt his tongue trace slowly along your bottom lip, begging. Doing your best not to break the kiss, you turned around in his hold and planted yourself against his chest, this time not waiting for him anymore, diving in directly, going after what was yours. Soon, one of his hands traveled up your spine to grab the back of your head, his actions growing more and more rapturous with every single grunt that escaped his throat.

Judging by the fact that three hours later your dance moves were just as elegant as they were before, you decided to grab one last drink before making your way home. With your arms folded and elbows rested on the bar, you were waiting for an employer to notice you when you felt Chris’s hands on your waist as he placed a quick peck on your cheek before plopping down on the stool to your left. He spread his knees wide apart and pulled you between his legs.

“Vodka, rocks” he said before gesturing with his hand to the waiter to bring two drinks, “How long would you have waited?” he asked, turning his attention back to you. Sarcasm was dripping off his lips, as his lazy eyes didn’t miss any detail of your features.

“It wasn’t my turn yet” you protested

“You know it doesn’t work like that, don’t you?”

“I think it does”

A tight-lipped grin appeared on his features helping his cheekbones stick out ever more under the warm, dim lights of the bar. His boyish charm may have been amplified by the way his chest hair peaked through the open buttons of his shirt, and you were all for it. You pressed your lips to his and he didn’t wait a second to reciprocate your actions, the kiss feeling as natural as if you had known each other for ages.

“Copying me?” you giggled after the bartender brought your drinks, interrupting the two of you.

“Inspired? I’m inspired!” Chris chuckled before taking a sip.

“Drunk, that’s what you are,” you answered, mocking his state, a state you weren’t far from either.

“Nah” he countered, “I’m just feeling good!”. Belting the words he threw his head back, confirming your assumption, and also giving you perfect access to the skin of his neck, which you didn’t hesitate to attack with rough kisses and soft bites. His attitude changed in an instant, becoming a weak mess under you, “Oh god, (Y/n)” you heard him moan into your ear as you worked your magic along his jugular.

Realization hit you suddenly, and remembering you were still in a public place you detached yourself from Chris and grabbed his hand to pull him back to your group.

“Are you seriously doing me like that?” Chris complained following you, fingers intertwined.

“Sorry, I got carried away”

Your night out didn’t last much longer after that, as the tension between you and Chris reached the point where none of you was willing to deny it anymore. After saying your goodbyes, you headed out through the front door and made your way to the main street in search of a cab. Despite having gathered up the courage to go to his place, the whole car ride was perfectly silent as your head quietly rested on his shoulder.

Once inside the apartment, his lips found yours faster than he had found his keys less than 5 seconds before. With your back pressed against the door while Chris sucked mercilessly on the skin of your neck, you managed to get a quick glimpse of the city lights poking through his huge window, setting an even more intoxicating atmosphere than before. You lost yourself under his touch, feeling his hot body wrapped around yours as his hands roamed shamelessly over the thin material of your dress.

Sighing, you pushed him off of you, “Bedroom” you whispered and after giving you a quick nod, Chris dived back in for a kiss, grabbing your waist and guiding you through his dark home and into his room. You sat down on the bed, as he knelt in front of you on the floor, taking your feet into his lap to undo your sandals.

“God” he muttered annoyed, as the strap refused to come undone. Giggling, you leaned forward to take them off yourself, appreciating the gesture and loving his cuteness. After getting rid of your high heels, you grabbed Chris’s collar as you leaned on your back, pulling him on top of you. This time his hands didn’t hesitate as they found their way to your ass in no time.

“You have no idea what you did to me in that dress” Chris grunted against your lips as his fingers dug roughly into your skin. He traveled down your body, peppering kisses down your chest, before resuming his position on his knees on the floor.

“Spread your legs for me” he commanded and you obliged, crawling to the end of the bed, settling your legs on each side of his frame. His hands caressed your thighs passionately, inching closer to your heat causing your breath to fasten. Chris lifted up your dress, and pushed you to lay on your back.

“Oh god” you whimpered, feeling exposed and completely vulnerable. As you leaned your head to the side and closed your eyes, the feeling of Chris’s wet lips centimeters away from your core caused you to buck your hips in surprise as he started paving his way along your thigh with soft kisses.

“You want this?”

“Please” you begged suggestively

“Look at me” he demanded in a new harsh deep tone that sent shivers down your spine. You raised your head and looked down at Chris, who upon making eye contact, tapped your hips twice. You took the hint and propped your feet on the wooden edge of the bed as he circled his fingers around the sides of your underwear, pulling it down your legs in one swift motion.

After settling back into his position, Chris probed your folds with his thumb, smiling, more to himself, pride most likely pumping through his veins at the sight of his effect on you. He finally leaned down, his mouth volunteering to take his fingers spot, as he teased his way to your clit.

“Chris-!” you hissed at the feeling of his wet tongue working carefully on your bundle of nerves.

“Mmm..mm” he hummed lowly against your sensitive spot, the vibrations of his lips adding to your pleasure, “So fucking sweet”. His voice was hurried, as he lifted his head only for a second in order to look at you. His hands came around your thighs, as he released some of his own tension by vehemently slapping and gripping your skin.

With every lap Chris worked on your clit, a painful need inside of you to spill out profanity after profanity only grew bigger, but you managed to control yourself.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” he asked smugly, and before managing to give a decent answer, you felt one of his fingers enter you slowly.

“I- Uh, god” you cried out, arching your back as your left hand flew down so you could curl your fingers around and pull on the elegant collar of his shirt. Feeling every muscle in your body tense as your hips quivered uncontrollably, you secured Chris in his place by bringing your other hand too into his hair. Realizing how on the edge you were, he added another finger, swirling them against your wall, as his lips maintained the same avid pace around your clit. Impossible to tell how much longer it took, but most likely in a matter of seconds your orgasm came thundering down on you, curling your toes as the muscles of your legs trembled furiously. Chris kept going until you let your body fall flush against his bed, when he came up to your level.

Your eyes were closed, still enjoying the last waves of bliss that traveled along your legs as he teasingly caressed your cheeks with his lips and the tip of his nose.

Coming back to your senses, you gripped his neck, wrapping your legs around his middle, pressing him down against you. His mouth slowly met yours, igniting sparkles in your chest as he tugged on your lower lip before allowing your tongue to meet his’.

After pulling away, Chris straightened up at the edge of the bed and started working on undressing himself. The metal clicking of his belt buckle prompted you to suck in a long breath, smiling to yourself at how this man could make you feel so much, as you were already craving more.

You steadied yourself on your knees and crawled over to Chris, turning your back at him and getting your hair out of the way. He didn’t waste a second before getting back to you and pulling down your zipper of your dress, which allowed his hands to roam freely under the thin material. His fingers softly caressed your sides before sneaking to the front and cupping your breasts as his lips found your neck again. He lowered himself forward, pushing you down on the bed on your stomach and climbed on top of you.

Feeling his lips burn icy tracks along your shoulders, you pushed yourself up, flipping the two of you over. You slipped out of your dress fast and straddled his hips, not caring the slightest bit about being in any way seductive; you already had him. Under you, panting in anticipation, long fingers digging mercilessly into the smooth skin of your thighs.

Your lips were again on his’, working slowly, doing your best to tease him and push his buttons. Your hands traced his sides, making their way up his body,

“Yes, fuck” Chris whined. He had managed to take off his dark shirt before you distracted him, so he was now laying on the bed, half naked with his jeans undone, waiting for you.

You slowly lifted yourself off of him and tugged at his pants, pulling them down with a little bit of help from him.

“Tell me Chris” you teased looking up at him, your face inches away from his erect cock, “You want this?”. Following your question, you licked your lips as they fell into a one sided grin.

Squeezing his eyes shut as his head went from side to side, Chris chuckled bitterly at the taste of his own medicine, “Show me what you can do”

You placed one of your hands at the top of his thigh and lowered yourself even more, maintaining the eye contact as you carefully lifted him up. With your fingers wrapped around his cock, your lips barely brushed his base before you made your way lower.

“Fuck- fuck, (Y/n)” Chris hissed, bucking his hips violently at the way you kept pushing him. He brought his hand to the top of your head, his thumb softly caressing your hair as you worked on his balls.

At an agonizingly slow pace, your hand made its way up his length and when you reached his tip, your fingers continued teasing.

“Fu- take me in your mouth, baby” he tried to demand but under your burning stare, his words came out more as a plea, a struggling moan.

You gave him a false approving nod before you licked your way up his dick, wrapped your puckered lips around his end and sucked harshly a few, short times. When his head flew black as he white knuckled the sheets, you took it as your cue to stop.

“Hey Chris” you whispered as you let his cock fall against his stomach and you climbed on top of him.

A weak chuckle escaped his lips as he tried to smile when he realized the way you were going to play this. You leaned down to his level and slipped two fingers into his mouth before gripping his chin tightly and engulfing his lips in a fervid kiss. After caressing their way up and down your thighs, his hands settled on your ass, gripping tightly as he pushed himself up to meet your core.

You lowered yourself to add to his pleasure, your tongues not parting as you started pressing down on his cock.

“Please?” you teased, your hot breath hitting his damp lips.

“You’re not going there” he stated, his dominant side starting to show as his expression darkened.

“No?” you asked guiding one of your hands between your bodies, against his hard abdomen, wrapping your fingers around his dick. You nodded your head ‘no’ as you pumped him slowly, his squinted eyes prompting a smirk to appear on your lips. You had him; no matter what he said, you could go anywhere you wanted, “No, I’m not”

You guided his tip to your folds, slipping around him without any kind of warning. Straightening your back and supporting your weight by gluing your hands to his stomach, your hips started working in circular motions along his cock. You let your head fall forward before you pushed all your hair to one side, in order to be able to look him in the eyes. His body was responding to your actions, as he kept pushing himself up in sync with your movements.

It didn’t take long before you felt your second orgasm approach, and lost in the moment, you didn’t realize Chris took notice of the choked back whimpers that escaped your throat.

“Hey gorgeous” he grunted, his big hands digging holes into your waist, “As much as I love this-” he tried to speak but ended up concentrating all his energy into picking you up and flipping the both of you over, “-this is what I want right now”. He finished his sentence with a harsh whisper in your year from behind, as you struggled to maintain your balance on your elbows under his weight.

You smiled to yourself feeling his wet, hot chest against your naked back, before he rapidly guided himself inside of you.

“Mmh- Chris-” you moaned feeling his hands roam around your body as he maintained his avid pace.

“Taking me so well, hm?” he hummed in your ear. After caressing your cheek clumsily, Chris trailed his hand on the side of your head, his fingers losing themselves in your hair as he tugged back, forming a makeshift ponytail. The forcefulness of his touch caused you to tilt your head, eyes gluing to the ceiling as he grunted in your ear.

“Hell ugh-” you screamed as your body rocked back and forth under his’.

“Who would’ve thought?” he growled, exploring the skin of your neck with his lips as he kept your head back, “The way you act- so sweet and innocent, but then you down vodkas and take my cock like a good little slut”. Chris’s words were carelessly spilling out of his mouth, the pleasure of each thrust giving him more and more trouble forming coherent sentences, “Fuck, (Y/n)-”.

He let go of your hair in order to steady himself, as his movements became sloppier and angrier by the second, “Sh- Chris!-” you yelled gripping the sheets into your fists to keep yourself up, even though one of his arms was wrapped around your abdomen. “I’m so close, fuck, Chris!” you exclaimed again, letting your head fall against your shoulder.

He moved his hand to grip your ass tightly, before detaching it and then sending it to connect forcefully with your butt cheek again, causing a loud slap to accompany both your moans.

It’s all a blur what happened after that; his fingers kept digging into your skin hard as he was enjoying his high, the loud profanities he screamed sending you over the horizon. You soon went limp in his hold, but he didn’t pull out until he placed a loving kiss between your shoulder blades. Your whole body was trembling, from your lower lip to the tip of your toes, but the way he was still inside you as his lips carefully treated your skin, still managed to electrify your mind.

After that your night didn’t last much longer. A fragile amount of comfortable small talk emerged as you both settled under the covers but your mind was somewhere else. You had a lot of fun with him and your heart ached when you thought that this was a only one night stand after all. With your gaze getting lost in the darkness of his room, you found yourself fighting the urge to snuggle into him. As much as you wanted it, as bad of an idea you thought it was. Chris was laying on his stomach with his head in your direction, as you rested on your back. Honestly, you hoped he’d make the first move and pull you closer but he didn’t so you pushed your thoughts away. Or at least you tried. After saying your 'good night’s, much to your surprise, Chris’s hand found yours under the covers as he started to lazily play with your fingers. You smiled to yourself a little even though you knew he couldn’t see it. Your palm was against the sheets as he softly rubbed your thumb with his own. This didn’t help, all it managed to do was make you want to cuddle into his side even more, to rest your head in the crook of his neck and to fall asleep listening to his heart beat. Though none of those things happened, you managed to fall asleep on your own, despite the fact that the few inches of space between your bodies was killing you.

Surprisingly, at one point during the night you woke up. This time you were laying on your side, and it took you a couple of seconds to realise what it was that disrupted your sleep. You turned your head slowly to peak over your shoulder, and you physically felt your soul break. Chris was cuddled into your back, his whole body pressed against yours as his face was tucked into the back of your neck. You didn’t mind it, but the simple fact that his arms were gathered around himself and not around you, made it all clear. He was shivering in his sleep as the night breeze made its way in through the window that somehow was left open, and as you apparently had hogged all the covers, his pair of boxers failed to keep him warm.

“Shit” you muttered to yourself, turning around and doing your best to wrap the blanket around him. Your warm hand connected to his freezing shoulder in a pathetic attempt to warm him up, and instinctively, moments later, Chris wrapped his arms around you, pulling you even closer. You didn’t fight him this time, you just helped him cuddle into your chest before you fell back asleep.

Ironically enough, in the morning, you woke up to Chris pulling the blanket higher up your body. You didn’t open your eyes immediately as it took you a moment to come back to reality. Right now, you were facing him but not one inch of your body was touching his. When you finally looked at Chris, he was resting against the headboard, typing away on his phone. You wondered how long he must’ve been awake for but judging by his squinted eyes, you figured that not for too long.

“What time is it?” you finally mumbled

“Shit, I’m sorry I woke you up,” he said. He turned to look at you apologetically, but a smile still made its way to his lips as soon as his eyes landed on your figure, “It’s 10:12”

“Why are you awake?” you asked, not moving a muscle.

“My phone kept ringing, I have no idea how that didn’t wake you up”

You just shrugged your shoulders and crawled a bit closer to him before closing your eyes again.

“You can go back to sleep” he whispered, lowering himself to be at the same level as you.

“No, it’s ok” you protested, bringing your arms over your head to stretch, “I just need a minute”

He settled under the covers mirroring your position. His tired eyes matched his tired smile, and his cheek squished against the pillow made him all the more adorable, “I could make you breakfast, do you want some?”

Your stomach was begging for food, but this wasn’t an offer you expected. The dudes you’ve had hook ups with like this one, usually woke up horny and then that was it.

“Oh, yees, thank you”

“I could make you pancakes, like they do in movies” he offered chuckling in his groggy morning voice.

“Pancakes…” you repeated content, mouth starting to water at the thought.

“You can sleep some more while I make them,” he suggested.

“No” you argued, rolling into your back, “I’m coming with you, the girl makes breakfast in movies”

Chris raised himself up, prompting his weight on his elbow as he hovered over you with a bitter smirk on his lips, “The girl usually leaves before the boy wakes up”

His words stung a bit, “Are you trying to kick me out?”

“God, no!” he exclaimed, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer. Finally something. “That’s just what usually happens”. He was weirdly right, that was what you did most of the time too, but apparently not today.

“I guess” you agreed, looking into his big brown eyes. Before allowing the situation to slip into a direction you weren’t too fond of, you stood up on the bed, “Can you give me a shirt, please?”

“Of course” he said in an instant, jumping up from the bed and running to his closet. “This one ok?” he asked, showing you a navy blue one with long sleeves.

“Yeah” you smiled, extending your arm to grab it.

“Or this one?” he suggested again, this time a black t-shirt in his hands.

“Chris, give me the black one” you laughed before he had the opportunity to offer you another one to choose from.

You hurried to pull it over your head as he put on some gray sweatpants, and then you both left for the kitchen.

“Is this the bathroom?” you asked, pointing to a door right next to the one just came from.

“Yeah, but no” he laughed grabbing your shoulders and turning you in a different direction, “Go to that one” he gestured towards another door on the opposite side of the hallway, “This one is messy”

You wanted to protest for a second, as you were curious and maybe you wanted to snoop a little, but eventually nodded and went where he told you.

“Do you have Nutella or some kind of chocolate?” you asked, eyeing the pancakes.

“Um, no..” he mumbled, “But I can go grab some”

“What? No!”

“It’s just around the corner, I’ll be back in like 5 minutes”

“I was just asking” you giggled, grabbing his wrist, pulling him towards the table.

“It would take me-”

“Chris, no” you laughed, this time your tone was more serious.

He eventually caved, and you sat down to eat. The conversation picked up instantly and not for one second did it feel forced or uncomfortable. The awkwardness of getting too close to him disappeared immediately, as when you were halfway done, he pulled you into his lap, to demonstrate how a proper pancake should be eaten. Maple syrup and strawberry jam got everywhere but it wasn’t like any of you cared. Unlike last night, his lips were now sweet, kinda sticky even but it was perfect.

“So, like, last night you came with Anne, right? How do you know her?” he asked as he struggled to pour some more syrup on his pancakes with his left hand, as his right arm was locked around your hips.

“She’s my best friend” you answered smiling, “We actually met at the gym a few years ago”, you paused to shake your head, “God, I hate gyms”

“Why?” he asked curious

“I’m an embarrassment, I’d much rather work out at home”

“Oh god” he laughed dropping his pancake and throwing his head back, “I can make you feel better about that if you want to”

“Sure.. go ahead” you hesitated, afraid of what might come out of his mouth

“So like I was at the gym a few days ago, and there was this lady lifting some weights that, by the way, looked way too heavy for her but who am I to judge. Anyway so as she’s squatting, you know, when she tries to straighten her legs and go back up, this loud fart comes out, and I swear to god it echoed through the whole room-”

“Oh god, no!” you exclaimed, covering your eyes with your palms, “I feel so sorry for her”

“That’s not even the best part” he laughed tapping your tight to get your attention.

“We’re eating Chris, please tell me she didn’t-”

“She didn’t don’t worry” he chuckled, “So like after it comes out, she starts rummaging like crazy through her stuff, pulls out her phone and goes - I’m sorry I didn’t answer faster, it was on vibrate-”

“I’m so embarrassed for her” you whined

“Yeah, like a part of me wanted to reassure her that it’s ok but I’m sure that would’ve made everything worse” he said laughing.

“Definitely”

“And like she left for the locker room but when she came back she was still pretending to be on the phone and headed straight to the door and didn’t look back”

“I can’t” you managed to say between your giggles

“Now I’m so afraid I’ll fart in the middle of the gym” he confessed

With your pancake still in your hand, you felt your eyes start to water, trying to picture him all flustered and embarrassed and you couldn’t help but laugh even louder.

“It’s ok, you won’t” you tried to reassure him, but he was just as amused as you were

“I hope” he sighed

After you were done eating, and then done arguing about Chris not allowing you to help him clean up the mess, it was time for you to leave.

“Do you want me to drive you?” he asked, most likely sure you were going to agree, so probably that’s why his face fell when you declined.

“No, it’s ok, but have you seen my jacket?”

“You didn’t have one”

“Yes, I did, a long maroon one” you explained thinking about where you could’ve left it.

“Trust me, I know what you were wearing last night” he said smirking

“Then I must have left it at the bar, I hope someone saw it and took it”

“Wait, let me give you something to wear” he said, sprinting to his bedroom. You waited patiently for him in the hallway, realizing that this meant you had to see each other again. But you had mutual friends, someone could give it back to him for you, right? This was usually the time you blew the guy off, but this time, something inside of you simply didn’t let you.

“What about this one?” he asks, handing you an army green hoodie.

“It’s perfect, thank you”

“I don’t have your number, and I kinda want it back,” he joked, pointing to the jacket.

“Give me your phone” you laughed, and after he gave it to you, you added the number quickly and handed it back to him.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you, I feel bad for letting you walk home”

“No, it’s ok, it’s not that far, I’m gonna cut through the park and listen to music, it’s ok” you reassured him, stepping away from the door so he could unlock it.

Once you passed the threshold, you turned around wanting to kiss him one last time, but the moment his hands caught your waist, the teasing side of you awakened, so you just placed a long peck to his cheek.

“Bye” he laughed at your antics, before closing the door after you.

As you were walking home, you wrapped your arms around yourself, causing the smell of his hoodie to reach your nose. You were happy he didn’t give you a clean one, this one smelled like him, and maybe he chose this one on purpose. Your mind drifted back to the events of the last 15 hours and unconsciously, they put a smile on your lips. You had so much fun with Chris, and grew so fond of his sweetness, that you almost felt bad for giving him the number of your 50 year old laundromat lady.

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Hi! So I would like to request a Seb x reader one shot if you have the time ☺️ I just got diagnosed with Endometriosis today and am in need of some soft Seb... Could you write smth where Seb finds out that reader is always in pain during sex and never said anything, though he knows she has Endometriosis and usually cares for her during her period... and he then encourages her to get surgery to try and fix it? Only if it's okay though, I know it's very precise, sorry!

A/N; I am so sorry to hear about this hun, i hope there’s something that can be done, no one deserves to go through that kind of pain. I researched endometriosis and it certainly sounds horrible, I’m sending you all my love and support 💙

Endometriosis - Sebastian Stan x reader

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Summary; based on the request, I changed it a tiny bit so I hope that’s okay, I just feel like if r was in pain seb would notice, I hope you like it hun 🤍

Warnings; endometriosis, smut, oral sex (male and female receiving), 69ing, mentions of sex toys, illness, mention of alcohol, fluff, pain, swearing

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It hurt like a bitch, there was no way to put it, or at least it was a simpler revelation of description at the prying of your womb had you near to tears. You laid your head down into the pillow, mushing it into the fabric, as you wanted the pain to dwindle down into nothing, and thus you tried to ignore your own suffering, as you turned over to be on your back, severely wincing by the change in position. A groan came from the other side of the bed, as the man that was laid there began to shuffle, in the midst of waking up.

“Morning.” He spoke with a hoarse voice, the steadiness obliterated by his blatant hangover that was haunting his form. Sebastian rubbed a hand over his eyes as he fully awoke, stretching his back as he reached his arm out, swiftly hooking it around the back of your neck as you allowed yourself to lay on the muscle. “Guess neither of us got laid, did we?” He laughed lightly, shaking his head, as he tipped his chin up, blinking his baby blues up to the ceiling.

“Considering that we’re in the same bed, and that you’re not a stranger to me, I guess not.” You laughed to your close friend, whom was aware of your condition, but not the extent of it. “Looks like you’re going to suffer from no morning sex Stan, I’m sure that sucks for you.”

“Usually it’s someone else doing the sucking.” You smacked his arm at his off handed comment, pulling a smirk out from the man as he turned to face you, pulling you closer by the contact that he had upon you. “I’m guessing your disappointed that you’re not waking up to some muscular, blonde haired and blue eyes patriotic punk.”

“If you’re describing Evans, i swear that I will punch you in the dick, I said he was attractive once.” You put emphasis on the amount of time(s) you had ever mentioned it. A pout quivered his lips, as he shuffled beneath the covers, angling his hips in a more comfortable position so that they weren’t being crunched down on the mattress.

“You can punch my dick, on the agreement that you kiss it better.” Seb allowed a hollow smirk to mull over his handsome features, as you swatted his bicep once more, an unhumored frown conforming its position upon your face.

“I’m not one of your hook ups, I’m not gonna get on my knees for you buddy.” You bantered back, raising a brow at his inquisition. No, you were not a past sexual partner of his; it was a constant of him never having a serious relationship, he opted for flings rather than any long engagements, you suspected that he had feelings for someone else, but you were not sure of whom.

The thought alone of him being endeared with the image of one woman brought a pain to your body, separate from your medical suffering. Though your opinion wasn’t fair, considering that you as well, or had your time of sleeping around before the pain in your inner walls became too much, and that was one of the many things that you had given up, more or less.

To support the montage of your body’s self torture, you had a mixture of hormone and tablets that helped reduce the unexplainable sensation that willed around in your lower half, swarming around like an internal snake bite in your own body.

“69 then?” He joked, but it felt so serious. You knew he wasn’t being truthful, it was the relationship the pair of you had, though his face had moved closer, his breath fanning over your face, making your heart prominently race as you thought about such a scenario. “Having mentioned Evans...” he began to change the conversation, having felt the heat that had radiated from your body.

“Go on.” You pried at him, interested in hearing what his friend had opted to say about the pair of you. It wasn't every day that you heard celebrities gossiping about you.

“He thinks we’ve hooked up.” Sebastian stated, making your neck reel slightly back as you took in the fact, of well, the perceived view point of a world renowned, household name, actor. A part of you was slightly embarrassed, you held your own cheek as the words that Chris had passed on sunk in on you.

“We, no, never. Okay, I’m exaggerating, that would not be so bad, but it would definitely be weird. But like, why does he think that, of all things?” You asked whilst partially laughing. It made you partially aware of yourself, and the prospect of you possibly having made your feelings obvious, but that however hadn’t been the case as Seb scratched over the stubble that he had on his chin, and did that awkward Bucky smile that had became humorous in his new marvel show.

“Of all things; it’s like you’re trying to break my heart babes.” With one diverging look from you, he knew he was done for. It always pained him to keep secrets from you, and this was the one that he had been hiding for so long. “You’re really going to make me say it, aren’t you? Okay, fine. I still can’t believe that you haven’t caught on, after all this time, but this just shows that you haven’t noticed how I try and scare away every guy with my money and power.”

“Yeah, I noticed that.” Lightly you scoffed, having many memories of such a situation. It was a pattern that kept repeating itself, but to you it had just become normal, and to say you were fine with it was not incorrect. It gave you hope that he could reciprocate the emotions that you held towards him, though having a wish like that was altogether hopeless. He was just protective, that was all, he probably saw you like a little sister, or something of the sort, that really put a drab annotation on the prospect of romance.

“Ever wonder why?” Ever, more like all the time, but you allowed him to continue without disruption, by doing so more would be unveiled by that mouth of his, and you were eager to learn more, yet a little hesitant. “It is because I am so tired of being your friend, I love it, don’t get me wrong but...” you were dreading what was to come out of his mouth next, you squeezed your eyes shut, almost as if you were unable to see, the pain would not render upon your specimen. “I love you.”

“You what?!” Eyes snapping open, you were blatantly shocked by his confession. “That can’t be right Seb, you’re you, and I’m me, and-“

“We’re us.” He finished for you. As he noticed you relax from his contingence, which allowed him the time gap to slide closer, his warm and soft hand running up the side of your face as he watched you gasp from the sensation. It was not the first time he had touched your cheek, but it was the first instance in which he done so intimately; you were rather fond of the treatment.

You nuzzled your face into the curve of his hand, your brows lightly directed in a downwards motion as you lulled in his touch, and that was when you realised that he had frozen. “Shit.” You stopped him from moving away, pausing the sadness in his eyes for the current second. “I should have responded, that was my bad. I love you too, I’m not just saying that, so you know.”

“That’s a relief.” Sebastian sighed, falling back onto the mattress, bringing his face accidentally closer to your own. The tips of your noses were touching as your eyes ogled deep within the pools of one another’s, it was impossible not to seek a closer vicinity, and thus, you slunk closer, bracing the tips of your nails against his scruff, as your lips worked their way onto his.

“How would you like another kind of relief?” You pulled away, stroking down the smooth course of his shirt covered chest, prompting a suggestive dialogue in your tone. His brow raised as he thought about it for a moment, but then he remembered a rather distinctive matter he didn’t want to cause any obstruction to.

“What about your, you know?” He was referring to your endometriosis, having the knowledge about the unfortunate illness that interfered with your life. Through it all, the doctors appointments, the encouraging you to take your medication on days that you weren’t feeling particularly well, he was there. Now it made sense why.

To reply, you softly shook your head, combing your hands over his shoulders, as you answered him. “If it gets too much, I’ll give you the signal.” You spoke, leaning down to peck his lips, though you still saw the reluctance that was embedded on his forehead in the form of strict lines. “I promise.” You persuaded him, meaning the sentiment, as his eyes trailed down, his hand scourging a fierce, passionate grip upon your hipbone as his tongue weaved its way back into your mouth.

You moaned into the atmosphere of his mouth, grabbing onto his cheeks as you heaved breaths into the internal beyond of this man, rolling on top of him, as you swept your crotch down against his own, extracting a sinister sound out of his guttural throat. It was only turning you on more, and you knew that if you didn’t do something, even despite the recommendations of your doctor, you would be sufficed with a lack of pleasure, and that was all you currently craved.

It wasn’t fair how you had been dubbed with the condition. So many people in the world could have sex whenever they pleased, yet you were forced to commend under the sentence of experiencing a discomfort when all you wanted was the comfort of being intwined with another human being. That connection, it felt mandatory, however you were denied it, for every time that you proceeded to bed a stranger, or a partner of any sorts, the stretch of anything in your walls pursued you with a fracture of pain.

You’d even had to throw out your vibrator, whilst it felt good on the outside, the clenching of your empty walls sparked physical and mental hurt, and reminded you of the fact that whenever you were filled by any length, your body could not function to emit pleasure, instead it was the opposite that you were tasked with contracting. The thought and reminder often spewed tears in your eyes, but you held them back as you got lost in Sebastian.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He admitted sentimentally, and your heart both became full and broken. It was sweet and scorching to the arousal between your legs to know that he was that concerned about your well being; he wasn’t just prioritising getting his dick wet. He resumed pressing succulent kisses on your lips, he lulled in the notion, he too wanted to be close to you, but he wasn’t willing to do inadvertently so to the expense of you being in pain.

That was the opposite of what he wanted, even as your hand wandered down his firm and pheromone driven body, that bucked in your grip, as your hand hooked around his bulge, your thumb stroking over his round sack as he grew beneath the layers of his soft sweats and underwear. “69 then?” You reiterated his earlier words, causing his pupils to blow wide, and his blue irises to darken into the juxtaposition of stormy skies.

“Will that be okay?” You confirmed it was, even if you weren’t completely sure yourself. The angles, the penetration, it was all elements, that combined gave you an equation that you had yet to figure out. The only way to do so was to try it, even if it concluded in an error, and not a sensible answer. To instigate the next step, you roused your sleep shirt from your body, leaving you in nothing more than your causal panties, but Seb didn’t seem to mind.

In fact he rather preferred the normalcy of your actions and undress, it made the strategy of shifting from friends to intimate lovers into one of relaxation, there was no absurdity nor discomfort yet, for either one of you. Your fingers dipped in the sides of your underwear, teasing the band, as you cocked your head towards Seb, licking your lips as you took in the view of him entranced by your being. “Am I going to be the one naked or...”

You were grateful that he took the hint, and stripped himself from both layers that kept his goods confined. He rapidly removed them, leaving his uncut cock open to your gaze; it wasn’t anything massive which was a relief, but it for now, it was to be attained in the confinement of your mouth, rather than the realm of your cunt, so that slight stretch could await. As you thought of that, you reached your hand out, dancing your fingers lightly over his shaft.

Seb emitted a soft huff from his obtainable lips, he dragged you to be laying atop of him, as your thighs surrounded his length on either side, it was warm, and rested perfectly below your where your cunt was hovering. How you wished to just sink down on it and- “Turn around.” For a moment you took time to refrain your memory to perceive what you had said before. And then, whence your words caught up to you, it was simple to do so, especially with the motivation of what was going to happen.

As you spun around, to be facing his lower half and have your own above his mouth, you watched his cock twitch, as it rested heavily upon his abdomen. You could feel your nerves kick in; it was a substantial difference from anything that you had ever done together, from looking at the stars and watching cheesy movies, to sexual actions, it was quite the leap. But a welcome one, you had waited so long to acknowledge your feelings to him, you'd be damned if you were not going to act on them.

A shiver rippled up your spine as he paved a lick through your slit, it made you tense up for a moment, and you try to register any diagnosis of pain, you coiled when he put one of your lips in his mouth. It felt good, which was a relief, and you took that as a sign to reap your front forwards, and focus on his throbbing hardness that was oozing precum against his perfect skin. The drop of essence looked like liquid moonstone, catching the ambience of the snooping sun that eyes through the crescent opening of the closed curtains, creating a luminescent light against the contrast of his skin.

Leaning forwards, as the initial shock of Seb using his tongue on you had settled in, as a faint plea from inside of you derived away in your eternal being, your tongue glided over the patch of fallen precum, your eyes fluttering at the heavenly, yet rare taste, it wasn’t every day that a man’s cum was relatively nice on your buds. Some perceived eating junk food as a lifestyle, caring not for how the receiver of their sperm would taste within the mouth of a giver on the other end. Sebastian hummed against your slick folds, as he danced his hands around your ass, grasping your cheeks firmly.

His fingers swept through the outside of your cunt, fooling around with your labia as his tongue swirled your bud, making your face grimace on the edge of pleasure, as your warm lips wrapped around the head of his cock, whirling your tongue within his slit, as your hand rested around the rest of his length, jerking it in your grasp, as his hips lightly heaved upwards against your face. He teased a finger around your entrance, running the tip along the wet flesh that mimicked your breaths as it clenched prosperously.

“Shit!” Tears webbed in your eyes as he entered the finger, though he considered that a resonating profanity of pleasure. To your dismay, it indeed was not though, the entry of the digit weighed heavy inside you, prying sorely against your walls as your giving to him paused, as you harshly gripped his thigh. “Shit, that hurts Seb. Fuck!” In an instant, he stopped, extracting his finger out from within you, as it caused you further pain, and helped you turn around, and lay languidly upon the bed.

“Oh my god, fuck, I’m so sorry y/n/n.” He panicked, immense guilt wavering his body, as he grasped your face, staring with sorrow into your seasoned expression. “I didn’t mean to- didn’t want to hurt you, shit, I should never have tried to-“ soothing his conflicting emotions, you stroked his shoulders, kissing him to ease his words into silence. He felt guilty, but so did you, you were the one whom had encouraged to pursue the rhythm of your shared sexuality to one another, deducting the poise of your actions with tear beaded eyes.

“It was my fault; I said it would be fine. I should have known it shouldn’t have, I’m sorry.” You reasoned with him, knowing that you had told him that it was to be something that you could manage, but from experience, you should have had better knowledge of how things would turn out.

“Don’t you ever apologise, you’re perfect, the only thing that I want to ease is your suffering. Is there any news on the operation that can be done, should I get you your medication now?” He wanted to be certain, to ensure that you didn’t put the accountability of your situation completely on yourself, he should have asked if a finger would have been fine, he shouldn’t have been swayed by your persuasion. “I could talk to someone, see if I could get the thing moved up, I can pay for it, get you further up on the ladder.”

“No.” You smiled, pressing an ample kiss upon his scruffy cheek. “I don’t want that, many other people are waiting for the op too, and I can’t have you paying for it. That would just be inconsiderate of me, you have already done so much for me, I can’t ask more. You’ve been there through everything, just wait with me whilst I wait for myself.” You pulled the sheets over your breasts, staring opulently into his serene eyes, shuddering as he swept his lips over your mouth once more, deriving you breathless for a moment.

“It’s okay to be selfish, if any of them had that chance, then they would take it. I can afford it, and I would want nothing more than to pay for it, it’s not just about sex, you know that. I love you so so much, you’re my best friend, the girl of my dreams, I’ve waited for you, I just want the pain that you live through to disappear. Out of all people, it’s not fair that it’s you, but it is, and this is the one way to fix the reductive searing of hurt that you live through.” You gulped, water glazing your irises as you stared at her, trying to diffuse your light sob.

His words brought acceptance to you within the scenario, as you took a deep breath in, confronting the trigger that had set off inside of you. It was difficult to handle and attain to, as you curled in his bare arms, exasperating your soundness close to him, as he competently cupped your face, kissing the tip of your nose. “Okay.” You agreed, nodding sincerely along with your words. “Okay, I’ll do it for me. It’s the right thing to do.” A smile raved his face, as you convinced yourself of doing so. It was to be a long road, but Sebastian would be there holding your hand, travelling down this path alongside you.

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coolemmasulivan · 3 years

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Sealed with an Accident

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Summary (I’m terrible at this): Y/a is an actress attending the Oscars and also is Chris. They don’t know each other personally but that changes when Y/a falls on his lap o accident.

Word count: 2194

You can read part 2 here

For you, this was the worst part of being an actress. The events. You loved your fans and the passion they showed for your work, but there was something about those big events with interviewers, photographers, and the red carpet that wasn’t appealing to you.

You were new in the business. This was just your fourth film and it ended up being one of the greatest of the year and was nominated for best film. This was also the first time you were nominated for an Oscar. You couldn’t believe that your career had just begun and you were already nominated. You had 100% sure you wouldn’t win since in the same category were a few of the most amazing actresses and with much more experience than you, but just the fact that you were nominated, made you realize that your hard work wasn’t for nothing.

“We’re here!” Your publicist said. The car stopped and you took a deep breath. “You’re ready?”

“Well, no. But I have to.”

“Yes, you do.” Your publicist got out and, after grabbing the tail of your dress, you stepped out right after her. As soon as you stepped out the flashes started. The camera flashes were another thing that made you hate those events. You had very weak eyes and for most things, you had to wear glasses, but in these situations your team thought it was better to leave them and made you wear contact lenses. “I have your glasses in my purse if you need them.” Your publicist, Emily, whispered in your ear.

You smiled at her. “I don’t think the rest of the team wouldn’t like that. But thank you.”

You made your way down the red carpet and posed for the cameras. You were wearing a long golden sequined deep V neck dress with an open back and your long hair was in a messy, but elegant, braid with a curly stray loose.

You turned around to the side, so the photographers could take a photo of the back of your dress when you saw Chris Evans being interviewed a little ahead. For some reason, you had a gigantic crush on him. You had been a fan way before his biggest roles in cinema and even if you were in the same business, you had never crossed paths with him. And being the clumsy and shy woman, you were it was a good thing you never had to talk to him. You would probably freeze or say some nonsense if he ever talked to you.

Little did you know that a few meters ahead Chris was trying very hard to concentrate on his conversation with the interviewer, but as soon as he caught a glimpse of you his concentration went down the drain. The first time he saw any of your work was in your second film, where you played alongside his friend Mackie, and since then he had followed your career. In his opinion not only were you an astonishing actress, but you were also one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen.

“Well, Chris, I’m almost certain you know most people attending today since you’re no stranger in the business, but is there someone here that you’ll like to meet and haven’t had the chance to?” The interviewer questioned him.

He stole a glance at you and answered, “I know a lot of them, but unfortunately, I haven’t had the privilege of meeting everybody. You know what? I’ve been a big fan of Y/a Y/l.”

“Oh really? She’s amazing, isn’t she?”

“She is. I really like her work and her acting is stupendous.”

“Hope you have the chance to meet her today. Chris, thank you very much, and enjoy your evening."

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You entered the theater and looked around for Emily that went to find your seat. When you saw her, you quickly made your way to her. The room was not yet full, but there were already a lot of people inside. Emily was in the front row standing talking with another woman.

When you heard the music, a sign that the event was about to start and people would have to sit down, you picked up your pace. Your eyes were starting to burn from the lights around the theater. When you approached Emily, she excused herself and smiled at you.

“I find your seat. In the second row. Right there.” She said pointing at the empty seat next to your co-star. “Let’s go.” She told you to turn around since it was closer that way and you took a step back and got ready to turn your body in the other direction but as you took a step back, you stepped on the tail of your dress. You lost your balance and fell backward. You closed your eyes and waited for the impact, but the only thing you felt was someone’s lap and a strong arm wrapped around your waist steading you in place.

When you turned your head to look at the person, you saw Chris biting his lip, probably preventing him from laughing at your clumsiness. You felt your cheeks heat up and you put your hands over your mouth ashamed. He blushed slightly as you just looked down embarrassed. You could already imagine the next day's articles and tabloids.

You finally looked up. “I’m so sorry.” Your dress was so thin that you could feel the warmth irradiate from his hand placed on your hip. Without even realizing what you were doing, you put your hand on his thigh, to help you stand up. However, Chris felt your hand and that didn’t help his situation. You finally stood up and you would swear your face was redder than a tomato. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I stepped on my dress and I didn’t –"

“It’s okay.” He chuckled. “Please, you don’t have to apologize. It happens.” He looked you in the eyes and for a second you thought you could lose yourself in them.

“We have to go.” Emily said, pushing you away gently.

“Right.” You mumbled. “Again, I’m so sorry.” He gave you a soft smile before you turned away, taking a long deep breath.

Next to Chris, his brother Scott cleared his throat. "So... did you check out her boobs?"

"Shut up!" He propped his elbow on the arm of the chair and massaged his forehead. "I need to think of something else." He mumbled under his breath, trying to think about anything but the way your bum felt against his crotch and how good your body felt against his chest.

Scott laughed. "Well, you wanted to meet her and now you have."

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You had spent the majority of the time thinking about the incident. You felt so bad. All you wanted to do was go home and get out of the dress and throw the heels in a corner. But your co-star and friends made you went to the after-party and deep down you knew you had made the right decision because you didn't remember the last time you had so much fun.

You haven't seen Chris after what happened and you didn't know if that made you relieved or disappointed.

"So, are we not going to talk about the fact that Y/a practically threw herself at Chris." You choked on your drink while your friends laughed.

"You saw that?"

"Sweetheart, I think everybody saw that."

"Oh my god." You took a long sip of your drink, emptying the cup.

"Don't be embarrassed. I can tell you that he looked very worked up." Your friend winked and they all laughed.

You felt your cheeks heat up again. "I'm going to get another drink." You entered the crowd of people and the next thing you knew someone bumped against your shoulder sending you forwards and making you collide against a hard chest.

"We have to stop meeting like this." You instantly recognized his voice.

You looked up and saw Chris, closer than you expected. He had a big smile on his face and his cheeks were slightly red. "I-"

"You're not going to apologize again, are you?"

"Well, I was and I have to, so, I'm sorry." That made him laugh.

"The only one that should be sorry was that guy that bumped into you and didn't even apologize."

"Apparently you're the only gentleman here. And thank god that there are still men like you." You blurt out before you could even think about what you were saying. Were you trying to flirt with him? Was that even considered as flirting? Or were you just being friendly?

Chris scratched the back of his neck and smiled. “My mom would love to heard that. And thank you, I try.” You returned the smile. Chris looked down and saw your empty glass on your hand. “Can I buy you a drink?”

Your heart was beating fast and you felt butterflies on your stomach. You were practically screaming inside. “These drinks are free.”

Chris's smile faded and his face turned into an upset expression. Why did you say that? You thought.

“I know. It was just—”

“I mean, yes!” The two of you spoke at the same time.

“Yes, you’ll let me walk you to the bar and ask the bartender for a free drink of your choice?”

You laughed at his sarcasm. “Yes, I would like that very much.”

He stepped aside and put his hand on your back, letting you go ahead.

At the bar, you didn't realize the time passing. After ordering two beers, you two spent the rest of the night talking and get to know the other a little better. You ended realizing that Chris was exactly what he appeared to be. A nice and funny guy.

"You came alone?" He asked you.

"My publicist Emily came with me, but if you're asking me if I had a date, the answer is no." You also learned that it was easy talking with him. Perhaps it was the alcohol that made it seem that way. But the truth was that you felt comfortable by his side. "What about you?"

"I brought company." You felt your heart stop.

"Oh." You said with a disappointed look.

Chris saw you take a long sip of your second beer. He smirked, realizing that you thought the company he had brought with him was female.

"Yeah, but I prefer your company. You're a lot more fun and beautiful to look at." He said with a teasing tone. You looked at him astounded. You had just thought that he was nice. If he was with another woman, you wouldn't be the one to ruin whatever they had going on.

You cleared your throat and pushed the beer away. You were about to stand up, but Chris put his hand gently on your arm. "Please don't."

"I don't think th--"

"I brought my brother!" The surprise on your face was evident. "My brother Scott is my company. So, believe me when I tell you that you're more beautiful than him." He let out a shy chuckle.

You relaxed in your seat. "Oh!" This time you said it more thrilled. You turned your head and smiled before looking again at Chris. "I thought... I don't know what I thought."

Chris laughed. Obviously, he knew what had gone through your head, since he was expecting exactly that reaction. He wanted to see if there was something between you two worth of continue.

"Well, I had to bring Scott since I haven't had the privilege of meeting you before." Blush slowly crept onto your face out of nervousness. "I'm sorry, that was really corny." He looked down and played with the beer bottle in his hand.

"At least you're not a jerk like the guys my friends try to set me with. Their corny pick-up lines are just disrespectful and very unpleasant."

He looked up and you looked at each other a little too long until he spoke. "Before the event started, I was interviewed by E! News. They asked me if I was excited about meeting anyone." He paused and you rested your arms on the bar counter, listening closely. "You were on the red-carpet taking photos and you looked stunning." You swallowed the lump in your throat. "I told them I was excited about meeting you and damn... I'm very glad that it happened."

You didn't know what to say. Just a few hours ago you were dying of embarrassment after the accident and now Chris was telling you how good it was to meet you.

You keep staring at each other when you finally said: "Would you like to go on a date with me?" Your hands were sweating and your cheeks felt hot.

Chris looked at you stupefied and bit his smiling lip. "I was supposed to be the one asking you that."

"So, you're an old fashion kind of guy?"

"No. Well, it depends on the occasion."

"So..?"

Chris smirked. "Isn't it obvious? I would be a fool if I said no."

"So..?" You repeated, wanting to hear the real answer to your question.

"I would love to go on a date with you."

#chris evans #chris evans imagine #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans x reader

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theundergroundstories · 2 years

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Introduction to Role Play: Communication, Negotiation, and Compromise

The next few topics we are going to talk about is communication, negotiation and compromise! These three topics kind of go hand in hand as they all lead into each other.

Once of the most important thing in role play, and in any type of relationship and friendship, in my opinion is communication. Communication is the key and no I don’t mean being able to speak a certain language, although speaking and writing in a common language is extremely helpful, I’m talking about being able to honestly talk about your feelings, interests, and life outside of your role plays and kinks.

There needs to be a way, outside of how you normally role play, to effectively communicate as normal human beings. I know most people use tumblr, other social medias, tf stories and role plays to escape their normal life and to jerk off but life is life. Life can be stressful, tiring, complicated and messy and sometimes you may not feel up to start or continue a role play and that’s absolutely fine. Sometimes you start a role play but then loose interest and that’s fine too. When you’re not feeling up to role play or stop midway without an explanation can be rude and unfair to whom ever you role play with. So having a clear way to communicate when you’re not feeling up for role playing or venting about hard stressful real life situations is important. Don’t just use people for role plays and quick jerk off sessions, build a real lasting friendship.

Not only is communication a great way to express when you’re not ready to role play but it can be used to communicate what kinks and situations you enjoy, don’t enjoy and your comfort level. For example: bondage can be a hot kink but not everyone likes it or is comfortable with the thought of being restrained, even if it is just role play. Or if we take musk for an example, cause musky bodies are popular in the transform community, some people love musk while others don’t or would rather use musk in role plays occasionally.

Next is negotiation and compromise and these two things mostly refers to what scenario you role play, the roles you use, the bodies you use, and who you role play with. I know from experience that most role plays that happen within the tf community involves people transforming into another person or body, involves sex or acting like a certain stereotype. The issue of negotiation and compromise comes into play when the person or people you role play with wants to use the same bodies, or have the same role as you do. As I mentioned in the last part of this guide, some people can be extremely picky, protective and stubborn in what bodies, and roles they want to use. This is where learning and expanding your catalog of roles is useful. Instead of fighting over who gets what body or which role, you can negotiate and compromise. For example one role play you are dominant while the next you’re submissive or one role play you get to be/inhabit the body of Chris Evans and the next your role play buddy gets Evans. This way everyone should be happy and enjoy their time role playing.

Now what happens if you’re the stubborn person who won’t let go of a certain role or body? That’s up to the other person to decide. They can stop talking to you or let you get your way but either way I do suggest you make the effort to learn other roles or use other bodies in order to make yourself more flexible in role plays.

Obviously if each member of the role play has a specific role they prefer, or bodies they like to use and there’s no conflict then you don’t have to alternate roles or share bodies as long as there is honest communication between you guys.

The main point of communication in a role play is to ensure that all participants’ voices and opinions and feelings are heard. If you can’t voice your thoughts and opinions freely, you run the risk of one or multiple people not enjoying the role play.

#Role play advice

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siriusmydeer · 3 years

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Oh and Hello to you today you fine and brilliantly skilled author who I have came to love and adore, you see I know I’d already recently requested something from you but I had a taste of your absolutely amazingly fine talent and just had to come back for more

Ya see, this person here (hem hem, me) would like to ask if she could request something dealing with Young Remus Lupin Remmy Boi being a sweet older brother during the summer to his adoptive sister who is almost his age and very gay and him letting her hang out with him and the Mauraders because her friends were douchbags and skippy skip to Remus letting her rant about it while they sit in his bed, her head in his lap while she’s curled up in a ball and he’s half-heartedly reading while talking to her about her douche-bag friends before he cuddles his sis to his chest and lets her sleep in his bed that night

Anywho, sorry for annoyin you again but I’ve had a shit day and wanted to relax with one of my fav authors and a cuppa tea

baby i was so excited to write this, my internal message to homophobes lies within this one shot. y/n’s vent gave me very “gia ranting her her friends about being bi and it should be nobodies business”

my little sister

brother!remus lupin x fem!reader, girlfriend!marlene mckinnon x fem!reader

warnings: homophobia, mentions of slurs, mentions of conversion camp, angst? but not rly, fluffy remus, WOLFSTAR💋, swearing, jokingly mentions of murder, big brother energy from remus, um mentions of penises and masterbating😭, lowkey ravenclaw slander (ONLY MALES I PROMISE) and y/n being a baddie

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you were.... happy. yes, not in a sarcastic way. you had finally found a girl that didn’t just want to be your friend, or hate crime you. you found a girl that you wanted to kiss, a girl you wanted to love and girl that reciprocated that love. but unfortunately for you, your love choices had consequences and everyone else thought it was there business, commenting on it.

“𝗼𝗶, 𝗹𝘂𝗽𝗶𝗻! 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗵𝗲’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗹 𝘆𝗲𝘁?”

“𝗰’𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗹𝘂𝗽𝗶𝗻, 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘆𝗲𝘁?”

“𝗶 𝗯𝗲𝘁 𝘆/𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗺 𝘀𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿. 𝗶 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗲’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗹.”

“𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝗰𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗲, 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁? 𝗶 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗶’𝗺 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁.”

so to society, you weren’t normal. the worst part was you weren’t always the one hearing it, the girls in your dorm heard it, your brother heard about it and his best friends also happen to hear about it. that also never happened to stop them from shooting a hex or 20 in someone’s direction but, nonetheless, you “weren’t normal.”

you were sitting in the library studying next to your gorgeous girlfriend, marlene mckinnon. oh did something as innocent as studying get flipped into so much more, both of you working on mcgonagalls transfiguration homework. all fine and well until the 7th year ravenclaws decided to crawl up your butt and die.

“i see you two haven’t been sent away yet.”

“aw well if it isn’t the two girls who think they’re in love.”

“the two fa-“

one of the boys didn’t even get to finish his sentence before your wand was pinned against his neck, and suddenly he was speechless.

“‘m gonna say this as delicately as possible to spare your shit feelings but, before you finish your very derogatory sentence i would love for you to reconsider your words.” you started, “i personally think it’s hilarious that you gits are so bothered by whomst m’intimate with.”

“for being known as the smart house, you 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 are so bloody stupid. i could rip out my own brain and give it to you and it still wouldn’t be enough for you to learn how to mind your damn business.” you said firmly, “your 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗸 has sunken into the air, so me and my girlfriend are going to get going.”

you took your wand away from his neck before the 3 boys scrambled to the other side of the library, in fear. you gathered both you, and marlene’s things before slinging your bags over your shoulder and walking out of the library. before you could turn the corner, her other arm gripped your arm putting you both to a halt.

you turned towards her beet red face, and eyes shining in adoration. “dude, i think that was the hottest thing you have ever done.” she said before pulling you into a lip lock outside of the library. would you have been very nervous in any other situation?absolutely. i mean you were kissing a female, in public, at school, in 1975. but in this moment you couldn’t care less about anything or anyone, just the beautiful girl that you were besotted with kissing you right now.

“good.” you giggled as you pulled away before pulling her arm in the direction of one of the hidden corridors.

the next time you found yourself diminished over your sexuality, you went to people who you genuinely felt safe and comfortable with. you burst through the marauders dorm, forgetting to knock but quickly covering your eyes.

“i really hope none of you are masterbating right now, because i’m sure as not in the mood to see a penis.”

“c’mon mini-moony, you’re literally never in the mood to see a penis.” sirius replied, you uncovered your eyes and saw sirius walk over to remus’ bed and put his head on remus’ shoulder, and a light blush covered both of there faces. james on the other hand was on the floor writing lily, one of the only other people who supported you, another love letter.

“ok so let me start, sirius and remus please splash some cold water on your face. james, get off your arse and actually be a normal person and try and have a normal conversation with lily because i assure you she doesn’t even read those letters. and the grand finale, if i get called 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 one more damn time necks will be broken and body parts and fluids will scatter on the floor.” you huffed, and sat at end of remus’ bed nonchalantly.

at the part of your mini-monologue where you mentioned being called a slur, james and sirius happened to jump from where they were, surrounding you with questions. “who called you that?!” “i need names, now, mini-moony.” meanwhile remus aggressively grabbed his wand and made a bee-line to the door. “OI! BROTHER OF MINE.” remus stopped at the sound of your voice and turned around, his grip on the wand leaving his knuckles a shade of white. “sit. now.” he scoffed before sitting on the bed staring straight at you.

you debated for a moment, before looking at remus. “lucius malfoy and his toerag puppy dog, evan rosier.” you shrugged before all of them made a run at the door, messily grabbing their wands stomping down the stairs leading to the common room.

as fifth year came to an end, summer eventually came to a start. as you were unpacking your trunk and putting your clothes in there rightful spots in your dresser before you heard a knock at the door. “come in!”

remus opened the door, leaning against the frame. “hey, you okay?” he knew it was a stupid question to ask, but ever since you came into his family he felt a sense of protectiveness over you. he would always look at you like a little girl who needed her laces double knotted because she would trip on them, and how she needed to climb on furniture to grab something and especially when his little sister wasn’t his little sister anymore and became and illegal animagus for him.

“having your picture with nice little names on them, i’m brilliant.” you said sarcastically before sitting on your bed and remus following your lead. he leaned his back against the headboard as you threw your head on his lap, curling yourself to make yourself as tiny as possible. “i mean why the hell does anyone care anyways? it’s not like i’m intervening in there lives, i’m not killing anyone? it works the exact same except it’s a girl and not a boy. i just don’t understand why everyone thinks they should have an opinion on something that isn’t there business to start with.” you vented as he rubbed your back, while reading. “i mean, i understand.” you looked at him with a raised brow, “sirius?” he sheepishly looked up from his book and nodded before looking down at his book again and blushing.

“please, i could spot that from a mile away. i mean you aren’t exactly subtle, at the mere touch you both look like you got out of a sauna.” you said, matter of fact like and pointing your finger in the air sassily, “at least lily and james don’t care.” he mumbled trying to make you and him feel better. “everyone shouldn’t care, but then again everyone else in this universe is also a pest.” you sighed, as he continued reading but not before speaking.

“people are stupid.”

“you’re right, people are stupid.”

“but you know what makes us feel better?”

“what?”

“chocolate.”

“wow remus, it’s almost like i had no idea.”

“well i’m always right, so suck it up and take it.” he said shoving a chocolate bar in your face.

“i mean you could always have a sleepover with me where we eat chocolate and laugh at bad movies?” he said before looking down at you.

“remus, first yes, second how the hell does sirius put up with your ‘know-it-all-ness’?” you looked at him smirking, clearly he didn’t like that and he closed his book smacking it against your head.

“𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝘂𝘀!”

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sour-n-salty-citrus · 2 years

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FNAF for the blorbo ask thing?

Sure! (I'll confess- the last time i was into fnaf was back in 2016 just before sister location, so most of my opinions are what I know from very rushed lore explanations and Mark's gameplays of the first 2 and a half games hshsgshsbs-)

Blorbo (fave): Michael Afton!!! I love this little pixel man so much, every time I see him on my screen it's like go white boy go! He's THE definition of a blorbo for me, I only have like a foot in this fandom and yet I already want to plaster him all over my walls.

Scrunkly (baby): Evan (fnaf 4 crying child). Poor baby! Baby boy! He's just a poor lil bab, I want to give him all the hugs, and at the same time I'd love to see an older version of him with even MORE trauma! (Wait, I think I broke the scrunkly, oops-)

Scrimblo bimblo (underappreciated fave): mmmmmM- idk if "underrated" is right, but I have a big soft spot for Bonnie, haha. I like how he's the first one you get to meet all up and close and personal with, and he's just- he's the scariest one to me (my brother said it's because he's uncanny looking because he has no eyebrows AJDBSJDBSJ-). I like the idea of him being this gentle, friendly but also will Fuck You Up outta nowhere kinda character (maybe some of that comes from the rebornica au? Gosh- I only remember bits and pieces of it now).

(I also would have put Freddy for this- but the character actually seems to have skyrocketed in popularity, which is suprising, because he was generally the least popular from what I remember. I'm glad tho, haha.)

Glup shitto (obscure fave): aw man, I don't think there really are any obscure fnaf characters, the fandom's on em all like a pack of vultures hdshhdsjd. I guess I'd say... the cupcake, maybe? (That fucking cupcake, man...) I remember seeing it everywhere... geez... why'd they put eyes on a cupcake, man...

Poor little meow meow (pathetic and/or problematic): I would say Vincent, but since the fandom revival I've been seeing him everywhere and it's giving me psychological hives, so I'm gonna say William Afton! I'm sorry to everyone who headcanons him as a crazy genius or something, i just like to hc him as... well- he just likes killing kids. He just really likes killing kids. Haha fuck them kids amirite- (JOKE). It's so funny to me help, why wont this man die omg. (Me and my brother have this running joke that every 2 seconds he's like "Michael, help- (insert ridiculous situation here)"). He's just so pathetic and awful and irredeemable, it's great.

Horse plinko (torment time): William Afton, I'm sorry it's just so fun akdbsjbdddbs godamnit old man, that's it, you don't get working joints back until you stay dead!

Eeby deeby (getting sent to superhell): Balloon Boy. I fucking hate balloon boy omg, that fucking ajdbakdbsjdbsjdhsjdhsjd fuck him! Fuck! him! His stupid face is so annoying and his voice and ahdjabksbaakaj WHY WAS HE EVEN IN THE THIRD GAME OMG I CANT. I CANT. AHHHHHHH-!

#ok i dont ACTUALLY hate balloon boy but #omg #the character is so cursed help #i remember how everyone hated tf outta him lmaooo #i just think its funny now #also i know i keep saying 'i remember' ajdhsjdks it just brings back a lot of memories #8 years is a long time!#blorbo ask game #citrus speaks #fnaf #ty for the ask btw! ^^ <3

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dream-a-little-bigger-x · 3 years

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Parallels | Chapter 4

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Characters: OC! Violet Grace Dawson, Luke Patterson, Julie Molina, Carrie Wilson, Bobby Wilson, Reggie Peters, Alex Mercer, Flynn nolastname, Willie nolastname, Nick Danforth-Evans, Dirty Candy

Guideline: Sunset Universe is the universe in which Sunset Curve is famous and Violet is friends with Carrie, Julie and Flynn. Candy Universe is the universe in which Dirty Candy is more famous and Sunset Curve has broken up.

Song(s) used: Clued Up - Little Mix

Warnings: none

Words: 2,845

It was almost midnight when the two girls collapsed on the floor of the dance studio after having rehearsed every single Dirty Candy song at least twice. Violet had almost gotten everything down.

“Will you tell me more about the other universe?” Carrie asked as she stared at the off-white ceiling overhead.

Violet turned her head a little to look at her best friend before facing the ceiling too. “Where should I start?”

“Are we friends?” Carrie questioned without missing a beat.

“Yeah, we’re best friends with Julie and Flynn. We spend most days in Julie’s garage, making music. We wrote at least a dozen songs together, I believe.” Violet smiled at the memory of them writing their first song together just a few years ago. It was one of their proudest moments together.

Carrie then sat up straight, the movement capturing Violet’s attention. “Will you show me one?” she asked, and Violet shot up into the seating position too. “Please?”

Violet’s eyes darted across the room where she found a bunch of instruments stalled. With a smile, she got up and made a beeline for the acoustic guitar in the corner before returning and sitting down opposite of Carrie.

After having tuned the guitar to her liking, Violet placed her fingers on the correct strings and started playing. An upbeat melody chimed through the room seconds before Violet’s voice followed.

“Hey, yeah, no, oh, oh, yeah, mmm” Listen, I used to dress like everybody else I wanted to just blend in They told me no, keep my dreams on the low Told me I'd never win, yeah I love to be different Guard up to opinions then let 'em in Tear me down, wanna see me drown Like being happy is such a sin, uh-huh”

Violet looked up for a second to find Carrie watching her with the softest smile on her face, the way Carrie always looked at her. It made her feel at home.

“And now I'm older, it's never over It don't stop affecting me, the world keeps testing me I'm getting on track with every knock back On a bad day, I just gotta stay, stay, stay, stay”

Violet’s voice grew stronger as she lapsed into the chorus with Carrie watching her intently.

“I stay clued up and I'm ready To love the good and live the bad C-c-clued up and now I get it Just make the best of what you have 'Cause sometimes it's beauty, sometimes it's pain Sometimes it's sunshine and sometimes it's rain I'm c-c-clued up and now I get it Just make the best of what you have”

“Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh, woah C-c-clued up and now I get it Just make the best of what you have”

She slowed it down again, her voice mellowing out during the second verse.

“Invisible, I feel like I'm forgotten Do you even notice me? Yeah Work myself up, let the nerves take over How I feel isn't what you see I need control, don't know how to let it go I need to learn to let it be, yeah Gotta remember nothing lasts forever So I'm just happy being me, oh-oh”

“And when I'm older, it's never over It don't stop affecting me, the world keeps testing me I'm staying on track with every knock back On a bad day, I just gotta stay, stay, stay, stay”

To Violet’s surprise, Carrie joined in during the post-chorus, which caused a wide, genuine smile to fall on Violet’s lips as the two voices blended together. For a moment, it was like nothing had changed and she was still in her own universe.

“Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh, woah C-c-clued up and now I get it Just make the best of what you have”

“I will never run, never run from a lesson I will never hide, never hide from the present All the ups and the downs All the heres and the nows, oh Everything I face, no, it's never forgotten 'Cause every single day is a chance I can blossom All the ups and the downs Yeah, I'm living right now, hey”

“Mmm, I'm living right now, yeah Aah, one, two, three!”

A giggle escaped Carrie’s lips before she tried her hardest to sing along with Violet. It ended up with her just echoing some of the words, but it added a certain quality to the song that Violet really digged.

“I'm c-c-clued up and I'm ready To love the good and live the bad C-c-clued up and now I get it Just make the best of what you have 'Cause sometimes it's beauty (beauty, no), sometimes it's pain (pain) Sometimes it's sunshine and sometimes it's rain (oh, sometimes it's rain) I'm c-c-clued up (up) and now I'm ready Just make the best of what you have”

“Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh, oh, oh I'm c-c-clued up and now I get it Just make the best of what you have Beauty, but sometimes it's pain, mmh Sometimes it's sunshine, sometimes it's rain”

The last notes echoed through the space as the song came to an end, and made room for Carrie’s clapping and giggling.

“That sounded great! Did you write this one?” she asked, intrigued to hear more about this universe of Violet’s.

Violet smiled and placed the guitar next to her before answering. “Actually, you did…”

Carrie’s eyes widened. “I did? Y-you mean your Carrie doesn’t sing about being popular and being the best at everything like I do?!” The girl was baffled at the idea that there were other subjects to write about than just popularity.

“You should try it sometime,” Violet told her with a smile. “I’m sure you got something great in you. If Carrie from my universe can do it, then so can you.”

“Sounds like a pretty good universe you lived in,” it sounded from the other side of the room and it didn’t sound like Carrie’s voice, whatsoever. Violet and Carrie turned their heads to find Bobby in the doorway.

Violet smiled. “Actually, it was just okay. I don’t see you that often…” Bobby tilted his head a little before walking closer towards the girls. “What happened to Sunset Curve here? In my universe, they’re pretty big and touring the country at this very moment…”

“We, uhm, we split up…” Bobby replied with a tinge of sadness in his voice.

“What happened?”

Bobby heaved in a deep breath before joining the girls on the floor. “Creative differences. I wanted to be famous, Luke was in it to prove to his parents he could make a career out of it, Alex just wanted to work out his frustrations and Reggie was just in it because his friends were…”

“Oh, that sounds pretty terrible. Where are they now?”

The boy shrugged. “Luke plays football, Reggie is focusing on his studies and Alex only has time for Willie.”

“Who’s Willie?” Violet wanted to know, having never heard of the boy before.

“Alex’s boyfriend,” Carrie replied, “And they’re the cutest couple on earth, I swear to God!”

Violet’s eyes widened. “I knew Alex was gay. I swear the whole dating-a-different-girl-every-night was just a publicity stunt!” The Wilson siblings shot the girl a questioning look. “It’s a long story… But Alex is gay! Yay!” She excitedly clapped her hands, making the two teenagers in front of her chuckle.

“So, any clue how we’re gonna get you back?” Carrie asked then.

Violet smirked, “You already sick of me, Wilson?” Carrie’s mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. “I’m kidding. But no, I’ve got no clue whatsoever… There must be a reason why I’ve been brought here, right?”

“I mean, you did tell me you wished someone would believe in me,” Bobby muttered, his voice laced with hurt and betrayal.

Violet’s eyebrows furrowed. “I’m sorry about that, Bobby… I’m sure I didn’t mean it…”

The three kids let the words settle in their brain before the three of them burst out into laughter. That sounded weird, even considering the situation.

For the rest of the night, the three of them brainstorm together, trying to figure out what reason could be behind the switch. There had to be a reason for her to suddenly show up here. It had to mean something.

Determinedly, Violet stormed through the hallway towards where she last saw Julie, Flynn and Carrie. They were still at Julie’s locker and, like they had many times before, immediately shut up. This time, Violet ignored it and instead came straight to the point.

“What’s this?” she asked and showed the girls the picture she had made of the news article in the trophy case. “This isn’t right! Sunset Curve broke up a year ago!”

Just as the words left her mouth, a girl Violet could recognize from miles away walked her way. She had a strut in her step and her long, black hair swooshed behind her with every swaying step she took.

“Kayla!” Violet called out and when her friend turned around, her face screamed disgust.

“What do you want?” she asked, her tone laced with annoyance.

Violet’s eyes flicked from Kayla to Carrie and back. Kayla and Carrie weren’t friends here. And neither were Violet and Kayla. Dirty Candy wasn’t a thing in this universe. Though the logo on Kayla’s badge that was pinned to her jean jacket said differently.

“Nothing – N-nevermind.” Violet turned back to the girls she was previously talking to. “Does Dirty Candy exist?” she asked in a hushed voice.

“Yeah,” Carrie replied, the volume of her voice matching Violet’s. “It’s Kayla’s. She created the band with Dana, Cynthia and Sophia.”

Violet blinked a few times, trying to process all the information. “Dana’s in the band?” she whispered, and neither of the girls were sure if she was talking to them or not. “Dana got kicked out of Dirty Candy… Our Dirty Candy.” She said that last part to Carrie.

“Vi, we were never in Dirty Candy…” Carrie told her with furrowed eyebrows.

Julie lifted her hand to Violet’s arm. “Are you certain about that universe thing?”

“Yes!” Violet groaned. “This isn’t the world I’m used to living in. In my world, Carrie and I are in Dirty Candy and we haven’t spoken in over a year since your mother died.” She pointed at Carrie first, then gestured to the two other girls before her gaze landed on Julie.

Julie’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion. Her mother really did know more, she was certain of it. There was something she was hiding and Julie had to find out what it was. But first, she wanted to know more about this universe Violet seemed to come from.

She grabbed Violet’s hand and dragged her towards the empty music room at the back of the school where no one ever came. This used to be Sunset Curve’s rehearsal space during their free periods and now, Julie used it to work on her music when the girls couldn’t help.

“Tell us more about that universe of yours,” Julie demanded as she hopped onto a desk in the corner. Her eyes flicked to the other two girls, searching for their approval before adding, “We wanna know everything.”

“So, in my universe, your mother passed away. She got ill, really ill and after she passed, you lost your love for music. You didn’t sing a note for a year and we kinda lost each other. Carrie and I started to spend more time together afterwards and eventually created Dirty Candy. We grew our band with Cynthia, Sophia and Kayla, and became more and more popular the more we performed at school and at Chubbie’s pizzeria.”

Carrie’s eyes twinkled at the idea of forming a band with her best friends, though she couldn’t quite see how she could start a band without Flynn and Julie. There was no Carrie and Violet without Flynn and Julie, or any other way around.

“You have a Chubbie’s too?” Flynn questioned, earning a glare from Carrie and Julie.

“That’s your question?” Julie shot back, shaking her head. She then turned back to Violet. “Continue, please.”

Violet chuckled a little. “Besides rehearsals for Dirty Candy, I mostly hang out at Carrie’s where Bobby mostly mopes around because he doesn’t have any friends since Sunset Curve split up.”

“Why’d they split?” Carrie wanted to know.

“I don’t know, some drama, I guess? I don’t really pay much attention to him, to be honest.” A soft laugh escaped Violet’s mouth at the thought of teasing Bobby to the fullest with all her stupid pranks and witty comebacks during rehearsals.

“Why’d you switch places with our Violet?” Julie then queried.

Violet shrugged. “If only I knew that… The blogpost I found doesn’t really give a theory about why people switch places with their parallel self. It just – happened, I guess?”

Julie mulled the answer over in her head whilst her teeth dug into her bottom lip in thought. She knew she could ask her mother about all of this. She had to know something about it. There had to be more that she could tell them.

“I think there’s someone who can help us,” she muttered and jumped back on her feet. Her three friends followed behind her until they reached the street and they were on their way to Julie’s house. Their last period was a free period, so it wouldn’t really matter that they left school early. It was something they did quite often to go and jam in Julie’s garage.

“Mom?” Julie called out as the girls entered the house. “Mom! You home?”

Rose entered the hallway from the living room with a wide smile on her face and a twinkle in her eyes that Violet hadn’t seen in years. The girl’s eyes widened upon seeing the curly-headed woman. She was alive. Alive and well and right in front of her.

“You– you’re alive… Miss Molina… You’re alive. You’re actually–” Violet let out a surprised chuckle whilst tears pooled in her eyes. “You’re actually alive…” she breathed.

Rose’s eyes darted from Violet to her daughter and the other girls before landing back on Violet. A light behind her eyes flicked on, signalling at the resemblance of the situation she had found herself in years ago.

“I know what’s going on here,” Rose mumbled before heading into the kitchen. The girls exchanged glances before following the Latina woman. Violet and Julie took a seat at the table, opposite where Rose had taken a seat, while Carrie leaned against the counter where Flynn hoisted herself onto.

With the girls’ expectant eyes on her, Rose heaved in a deep breath. “You’ve switched universes, haven’t you?” was the first question she asked. “You fainted and woke up in a world where you know the people but they lead completely different lives?”

Violet’s mouth dropped, her eyes flicking to the other girls before focusing back on Rose. “Y-yes, that’s… That’s exactly what happened.”

Rose smiled faintly. “I got myself in the same situation…” she admitted. “I was eighteen at the time and I had told my boyfriend at the time that I wished I lived in a world where he wasn’t such a jerk. Next thing I knew, I fainted and woke up in a world where my boyfriend was gay and my friends led completely different lives from mine. I was in a band, Rose and The Petal Pushers, and we were pretty famous there. All my other friends either didn’t talk to me anymore or were in my band.”

Carrie and Violet exchanged a quick glance. That sounded an awful lot like them.

“How did you get back here?” Flynn questioned from her spot on the counter.

Fiddling with the bracelet on her wrist, Rose continued. “There’s this unfinished business I had to complete in that world and the Rose I knew had to do the same in mine. My unfinished business was getting Rose and The Petal Pushers in a band while the other Rose had to help find my boyfriend’s way out of the closet…” she smiled at the memory that floated back to the surface. “Aside from marriage and having two beautiful children–” she tucked a strand of Julie’s hair behind her ear with a smile, “The switch was the biggest adventure of my entire life.”

“Wow, mom,” breathed Julie.

Violet nodded her head, “That’s a crazy story, miss Molina.”

Rose scoffed and reached for Violet’s hand. “Please, you call me Rose in this universe.”

A smile landed on Violet’s cheeks. “Thanks for the reassuring story, Rose.”

“I hope it calms your nerves and worries about all of this.”

“It definitely does.”

Rose smiled before patting the girl’s hand. “So,” she said, “What’s your unfinished business?”

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@90ssunsetcurve @angryknightstatesmantrash @authentic-gillespie @bexxy @bookdealer5 @bright-molina @brooke0297 @bucksmaddie @buckybarnesishot310 @caitsymichelle13 @candycornmgg @catgirlpwr @charliesmountains @cordeliascrown @crybabyddl @echocharm17618 @fangirlangioma @flower-name @frickin-bats @gray_jato @hannahhistorian92 @happinessinthedarkesttimes @headheartbellarke @hemmingsness @iainttakingshitfromnobody @ifilwtmfc @jandthephantoms @jaskiers-sweetkiss @jatp-is-god @joynerxmercer @kaitieskidmore1 @kcd15 @kelpwithawhy @kinda-really-lost @kiss-themoongoodbye @knitsessed @lilostif16 @lookingthroughmirrors @magicalxdaydream @marinettepotterandplagg @musicianspiritsblog @mystic-writings @notasofti @pxperphxntom @rangerelik @rh-girlonfire @ruvaitkevicius @spencerreidwhore @stars-soph @stressyanddepressysimp @sunsetcurvej @talk-on-the-street @tefilovesreading @tenaciousperfectionunknown @teti-menchon0604 @the-hufflepuff-hunter @thedarkqueenofavalon @cucumbers-and-olives @thequirkybookaholic @threeghostboys @vicesvsvirtuesfanfic @whitetigerlover17 @boggie-brainrot @wiselight @gigglysokkamcu @nightfurya

Luke/Charlie Taglist:

@camiladelrio98 @cloudy-skyler @gingerxarmy @killerqueenfan @lolychu @lovesanimals @luckylouiebug @lukeys-giggle @myfriendscallmebeans @needyreggie @perfectlywrongformend3s @rachmmb @tenaciousperfectionunknown @thecharlietomygillespie @whitemanshoe19 @rottenroyalebooks

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