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megalony · 2 months

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I've finally got back round to write an Evan Buckley imagine, based on a lovely anon request. I hope you will all like it, feedback is always lovely and I'm trying to find a new Buck idea to write soon.

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Evan Buckley Masterlist

Summary: (Y/n) is starting to feel uncomfortable now she's eight months pregnant. And Evan tries to find ways to make her feel better.

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"Someone's hear to see you Buck."

Evan shut the back door of the ambulance with a bang and turned to the right to look over at Eddie when his voice caught him off guard. He narrowed his eyes before he looked over the other shoulder when Eddie smiled and nodded his head towards the front of the station.

His lips curved up into a grin and he felt his heart do a little leap in his chest when his eyes locked on (Y/n).

He didn't know she would be stopping by the station today, but she was a very welcomed surprise.

He felt Eddie's hand clap down on his shoulder and give him a nudge in the right direction before Eddie turned around and headed further into the station. Wanting to give them a bit of privacy.

"Hey baby- did you find my phone?" Evan moved away from the ambulance and jogged over towards the station doors where (Y/n) was. He clapped his hands together and nodded happily when he watched his wife retrieve his phone from her bag and wave it out like a prize.

Going to work and leaving his pregnant wife at home didn't sit well with Evan, but he calmed down a little when Bobby said it was fine for him to have his phone on him during calls, just to be safe. That didn't stop Evan from worrying, and it hadn't stopped him from forgetting his phone this morning in his rush to get to work on time.

He searched his bag, his locker and the jeep before giving in to the fact that he must have left it somewhere at home. And he would have to go the day praying (Y/n) didn't need him for anything urgent.

"Thank you," He took the phone and slipped it into his back pocket before he reached his hands out to cup (Y/n)'s face.

He smoothed his thumbs across her cheekbones beneath her eyes and tilted her head back so she was looking up at him with that smile that always managed to make him melt. He grinned into the kiss and swiped his tongue across her lower lip when her hands reached up to hold his wrists as if she wanted to pin him in place and make sure he didn't let her go.

When they finally parted, Evan leaned his forehead down against hers and nudged their noses together while (Y/n) continued to grip his wrists. He let his fingertips graze along the top of her jaw and behind her ear, but he opened his eyes when he felt her move just a little.

He didn't miss the way her lips formed a wince, or how she pushed her shoulders out and leaned from left to right, clearly wanting to click her spine into place and make herself a little more comfortable.

"Are you okay?" His fingertips glided down the side of her jaw and pressed beneath her chin, keeping her head lifted up to face him so she couldn't try and look away. When she looked away or didn't meet his eyes, she was always trying to keep something from him so he wouldn't worry.

They both knew it was in Evan's nature to worry about everything.

He let his other hand glide down her arm and curve around her waist so he could reel her into his chest like a fish on a hook. His hand splayed out in the middle of her back and he pressed their chests together. Grinning to himself when (Y/n)'s bump pressed into his torso like a small bump in the road keeping an air of space between them.

The tender smile started to fade when (Y/n) clenched her left hand around his bicep. But her right hand reached behind her and held his hand that was on her back and she pushed until Evan took the hint and applied pressure to her lower back between her hips.

"No, your child's killing me." (Y/n) couldn't hide her whimper when her spine clicked against Evan's hand but she dug her nails into his wrist when he tried to pull his hand away. She needed the pressure to stay on her back or else the whole of her back just flared up in agony.

The pain stretched down the middle of her spine and spread out like wings across the back of her hips. Adding pressure and walking about seemed to be the only things that would dull the ache and stop (Y/n) from being reduced to tears.

"Oh, baby."

Evan felt the smile fading from his lips and he leaned down to press a chaste kiss against her cheek when he saw she was about to cry. He began rubbing his thumb up and down the middle of her back before he pushed the heel of his hand into her back and moved his hand in slow circles to see if it would help.

He wasn't sure what he could do to help her. It wasn't like Evan could just take the baby and hold them for her until she felt better. If he could, he would. They only had one month left until their due date and all Evan could do was hope that their baby would arrive a week early so they were still safe and healthy but (Y/n) didn't have to have that extra week in pain.

"Have you got any more of those painkillers?" (Y/n) moved both her hands to Evan's shoulders and looked up at him with pleading eyes that were starting to water.

She knew Evan got most of his painkillers from work, they had the strong kind here at the station to help the team power through a cold or a pulled muscle so they could keep working. He had some at home the other day and he let (Y/n) take them to ease the pain in her back and it worked.

She was hoping he would be able to find her some more so she didn't have to take the weak painkillers they sold in the shops.

"I should have some in my locker. Come sit with us for a bit and have a coffee."

"If I sit down, you'll have to get me back up." She murmured the words quietly against Evan's neck before she lowered her arms to wrap around his chest instead.

Her face buried forward in his cotton shirt, breathing in his scent as she closed her eyes and tried to pretend they were back home. It felt nice to have his hand continuously rubbing up and down her lower back and when his other arm wrapped tight around her shoulders, (Y/n) sighed into his chest.

She was happy to be pregnant. Their baby was such a welcomed surprise, but now (Y/n) was getting restless. Her back was aching, her stomach felt heavy, she couldn't eat anything without getting heartburn and sleep wasn't her friend anymore. She was ready to have this baby in her arms rather than in her womb.

"That bad, huh? I'm surprised you managed the drive down here."

Evan kissed the top of her head and nuzzled his nose into her hair, but his brows furrowed when (Y/n) stayed silent. He waited a few more seconds before a deep groan rumbled past his lips and he leaned back to look down at her.

His chest tickled when (Y/n) lifted her head enough to press her chin against his sternum and look up at him with those deep eyes that always made him cave.

"Baby please don't tell me you walked all the way here? At your speed that's a good half hour walk." His lips formed a frown before he flopped his head forward and pressed his lips and nose against her forehead. He began to sway them from side to side while (Y/n) dug her hands deeper into his back.

Evan didn't like the sound of (Y/n) walking that far when she was in this much pain. If she called Eddie or Bobby and got them to tell Evan, he would have stopped by and dropped some painkillers off to her and grabbed his phone on the way. She didn't have to come down here and she didn't look very well.

She was extremely uncomfortable and tired and in pain and it hurt Evan that he couldn't do anything to help but give her some pills.

"Moving helps… it hurts when I stop."

Her back still hurt when she walked, but the pain was much lesser when she was moving about. (Y/n) had tried to clean the kitchen- except the top cupboards which were Evan's since she couldn't reach. She had done the washing and mulled about the living room but when she found Evan's phone, she decided to come down to the station.

Walking was her best option. She feared getting in the car and not being able to drive properly with her eight-month bump in the way. Or having her back seize up and not be able to walk when she got out the car.

Getting here she had been fine, the pain was much more dulled down while she walked. But (Y/n) was starting to flag now. She was tired and her back was aching. She needed some painkillers to help her get back home or else she would be staying here until Evan finished his shift tonight.

"Well don't think I'm letting you walk home." He felt her grumble into his chest but she didn't argue with him. It wasn't worth arguing over. "Let's get a drink."

Evan pressed his lips to the top of (Y/n)'s head and kept his hand against her lower back when she stood at his side.

She let him guide her between the truck and the ambulance and move towards the stairs. Her lips curved into a grin when both Evan's hands found her hips and he stood behind her, letting her head up the stairs first because they both knew her pace was going to be slower than his.

(Y/n) made a beeline for the table but she sank her teeth down into her lower lip to try and block the wince and pain from her features when she sat down. She tried leaning back and keeping her back straight against the back of the wooden chair. Sitting straight and not slouching made her spine stay in place and lessened the tension.

And it felt good to be sat down after walking and moving around all morning without stopping. But (Y/n) knew if she stayed sat down for a while, it would be harder when she needed to get up.

She could feel her legs turning numb the moment she stopped walking and let herself rest and all the blood seemed to rush to her head and send stars flooding behind her eyes.

When Evan's hands came down on her shoulders, (Y/n) tilted her head back until she had her head pressed into his abdomen. And he leaned down to plant an open-mouthed kiss against her temple while a smile graced his lips.

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With his fingers tangled in his hair, Evan closed his eyes and made his way downstairs, his feet bashing with each step and echoing around the apartment. He scratched at the back of his head and dragged his tired eyes around to try and find out where (Y/n) had got to.

She had been in bed with him watching tv when he fell asleep, but when he woke up from his power nap, Evan had been alone. He knew the reason he woke up was because (Y/n) wasn't beside him any longer. He didn't do well sleeping alone.

He turned to the left, about to head into the living room until a noise caught his attention and he heard the sound of cups clattering in the kitchen.

He'd found her.

He made his way into the kitchen, a smile dancing on his lips as he saw (Y/n). Her back was to him as she stood near the kettle, but Evan found his smile fading at the way she was stood.

Her lower back was arched out and she had her hands planted down on the counter with her head tilted forward. He could hear the way her nails tapped against the counter, impatiently waiting for the kettle to boil, but Evan guessed she had her eyes closed with the way her head was bowed.

He made a slow descent towards her and when he reached her, Evan carefully slid his hand over her hips. He didn't want to scare her when he figured she hadn't heard him approach.

"You okay, baby?" He leaned forward to mould his chest over her back and his head moved down to tuck into the crook of (Y/n)'s neck so he could attach his lips to her skin. He grazed his teeth along her skin and dug his fingers into her waist when (Y/n) sighed. She pushed her weight onto her hands and straightened up, keeping her back glued into Evan's chest while her head stayed tilted down.

She shifted her weight from foot to foot and pressed her palms against the edge of the counter to try and take her mind from her discomfort.

She didn't know what to do with herself. She wasn't tired enough to go to sleep yet as it was still early, but she couldn't focus on the tv any longer. The only thing (Y/n) could think to do was move about and make herself a drink before she gave in and tried to sleep. And she didn't want to disturb Evan when he had been long at work and was ready for rest.

"Is your back still hurting?" His voice was quiet against her skin while his palms moved up and down her hips. The action caused her shorts to bunch up over her thighs until they were as small as the underwear beneath them and it let her feel Evan's fingertips roam along her flesh.

"I'm just uncomfy,"

Reaching her hand out, (Y/n) found another cup from the draining board to make Evan a coffee while she made herself a hot chocolate.

"Babe, I need the milk." (Y/n) tilted her head to the left to look up at Evan, but he didn't unravel himself from around her or let her move towards the fridge. He stayed melted up against her back and his fingers wormed their way beneath her shorts.

She moved her hands back to the counter and sighed when Evan nudged his nose against her neck and pecked her shoulder.

"Will you let me move?" Her words came out quiet against his hair that tickled her nose and chin when she pressed her lips against the top of his head. As lovely as this was, (Y/n) wasn't sure she wanted to stand in the kitchen all night long.

"Nope," He whispered back, barely moving his lips from her skin causing shivers to race down (Y/n)'s neck and through her arm.

"Why not?" (Y/n) closed her eyes and nudged her nose against his head. Another shiver rattled down her neck when Evan grazed his teeth along her skin and started to tug until she knew there would be a bruise there in the morning.

"You said you're uncomfy… so let me help."

Her lips curved into a tender smile when Evan slowly worked his way up along her neck. A few soft kisses stuck to her jaw, then he leaned round to capture her lips and steal the breath she'd drawn in. His wet lips moved to smother her temple and when (Y/n) leaned her cheek against the top of his chest near his collar bone, she felt Evan perch his chin on top of her head.

She didn't have to look up at him to know he was smiling. His hands gave her inner thighs a squeeze before he took a step back and dragged (Y/n) with him so she wasn't leaning on the counter anymore.

(Y/n) closed her eyes and nuzzled her face into his chest while she waited to see where his hands were starting to wander to. She wasn't quite sure what he had in mind to try and help, but she would take anything right now.

His hands slipped out of her shorts that stayed bunched around her hips and he slid them up beneath her shirt instead. Which they both knew happened to be Evan's shirt because his clothes fit (Y/n) and were still baggy even with her stomach being in the way.

Tilting his head down, Evan moved his chin so his lips were smothered against the top of (Y/n)'s head while he pressed his elbows into her waist. And he spread his hands out on the underside of her stomach, smoothing his thumbs up and down her skin for a few seconds. When he felt (Y/n) kiss his collar bone, Evan let her lean further back into his chest before he lifted his arms a little.

He couldn't help the way his lips curved against her hair and turned into a wide grin when he felt the deep breath she sucked in.

He kept gliding his thumbs across the middle of her stomach and moved his arms another inch higher to see if it would work or not. He hadn't been sure when he saw the trend online if it would make a difference for (Y/n), but he thought it was worth a try. Evan was willing to try anything to see if it would lessen (Y/n)'s discomfort and make her feel even the tiniest bit better.

The idea was for Evan to try and lift (Y/n)'s stomach and see if he could hold her stomach and take the weight for her. It worked for some people and Evan hoped it would take the strain off her back and make her feel better, maybe just for a minute or two. Just enough so that she could stand and make a drink or just breathe and not have to feel like her back was being broken.

"What're you doing?" (Y/n) didn't open her eyes. She didn't move at all, except for her hand that reached down to grab Evan's wrist.

For a moment he thought she was going to tell him to stop or make him drop his arms and let go of her. But she just held his wrist in a vice grip, as if silently demanding that he didn't move or let go or dare drop her stomach.

"Saw something online, thought it might work." He kissed the top of her head and leaned his cheek against her head so he could look down at her.

She felt like she was turning to jelly in his arms and he was sure if he tilted his chest back just an inch or two, (Y/n) would crumble and all her weight would fall onto him. He pressed another kiss against her head and spread his legs a bit wider so (Y/n) could stand between them.

"Is it helping?"

Evan didn't have to ask. He could tell by the way (Y/n) was leaning into him and the way she sighed that it was doing her some good. But he thought he'd better ask anyway.

"Can you do this for the next month, please?" (Y/n) grumbled quietly against his collar bone.

Her fingers danced across his wrist and moved to glide up and down the back of his hand while he tightened his arms to pin his elbows into the curves of her waist. She could feel a laugh rumble deep within his chest and the base of his left hand pushed into the side of her stomach to feel the sudden kick against his palm.

It was usually when they were laid down that the baby started kicking, because Evan would lean close and start talking. He babbled about the team, how much he loved (Y/n), and anything about his day. Just because Evan knew his voice always got a reaction out of their baby.

"Anything for you, baby." He wasn't sure he could follow (Y/n) around everywhere like this, but he could give it his best shot.

He was happy and elated to know that it had actually worked, that the trend he saw while scrolling on his phone, was giving (Y/n) some relief. And it wasn't like this was anything hard to do. Evan would follow her around the apartment all day and night and hold up her stomach if it stopped the aching in her back and got rid of her discomfort.

"Do you want your drink? I can go grab the milk-" Evan dared to take one step back but as he expected, (Y/n) moved with him and went back to gripping his wrist to keep him exactly where he was.

His tongue poked out between his teeth and he laughed when she grumbled "Don't you dare." into his chest.

"I guess we're spending the night like this, then. Huh, baby?"

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woso-dreamzzz · 5 months

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Dummy

Hardersson x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: You lose your dummy

"That's going to ruin her teeth," Magda says as she flops onto the sofa of Pernille's Germany apartment.

At six months old, you're happy to sit at their feet on your playmat with one of those fit the shapes into the weird cube toys.

A pacifier - or, as Millie had told Magda hundreds of times, a dummy - was rhythmically bobbing in your mouth.

Pernille rolls her eyes. "You try and soothe our crying baby when she's having a fit. It's fine. She'll be weaned off it soon enough. It's just temporary."

Magda begs to differ. You're a stubborn baby and you get attached to things quite easily. She has a feeling that weaning you from your dummy will be a more difficult task than Pernille thinks.

"Is that the only one?"

"Yep."

You turn to look at them, dummy bobbing. Your hair is longer than when Magda last made the trip to see you but not by much. It sticks up sometimes - like now - and you look like a little angel.

You smack a rectangle on the side of your cube and giggle hysterically when Pernille bends down to pick you up. You're in Magda's arms in the next second and your dummy falls out into her hand when she tugs on it.

You're happy to surrender it to her so long as you keep her attention - reaching out to smack at her nose with your little grabby hands.

"Oh!" Magda laughs, a bright smile on her face as you smack at her cheeks now. "You've got such a strong grip!" She carelessly throws the dummy onto the little table to the side of the sofa.

"Don't lose that," Pernille warns as she settles at Magda's side, stroking your cheek," She'll go mental in a bit."

Magda just laughs more. "This little angel? She's just perfect. She doesn't need a silly little dummy to soothe herself!"

Magda's right, for the most part. Your ability to self-regulate is fairly advanced for your age and you marvel at having her back in the house with you so you're quite happy.

You play with your toys and clap along to silly little songs. You've outgrown tummy time now so the one thing that you absolutely hate is no longer in your routine.

You're happy and content at dinner, taking a bottle and some baby food.

It's after your bath that you get whiny.

Pernille, well-practised in this, gets you all snug in your pyjamas quickly and strokes over your hair in an attempt to get you calm.

It delays the inevitable for a bit but, as usual, right before bed, the exhaustion catches up to you and you start crying.

It's accompanied by screaming and screeching and your little limbs kicking out.

"Okay, okay," Pernille says, flipping you into her shoulder and pressing your head into her neck. She walks the length of the house, bouncing you and cooing words in your ear.

Magda, for her part, is torn between awe and horror. Awe at the ease with which Pernille is handling this and horror at your tearful, red face as you kick and scream your disapproval at having to sleep.

"Magda," Pernille speaking snaps her out of her thoughts," Grab the dummy, please."

Magda huffs out a sigh, leaning over to grab at the table but coming up empty. She peers over the side of the sofa and frowns.

"Where is it?" She asks.

Pernille's face twitches. "Wherever you put it! Magda, come on. She's exhausted and she won't calm down on her own. This isn't the time to be messing around."

"I'm not messing around!"

Your crying gets louder.

"It's not where I left it! Tell me where you moved it!"

"I didn't move it!" Pernille snaps. She bounces you a bit firmer in the hope of quietening you and even gives you her finger to suckle on. It works for a moment before you bite down hard with some of your new teeth and Pernille has to take her finger out.

"Well, I didn't move it!"

Pernille raises a brow. "You expect me to believe that? You took it off her. How do I know that you didn't throw it away? You weren't exactly complimentary of it earlier!"

"I didn't throw it away!"

It's getting heated now and Magda has to take several deep breaths. It doesn't help that you're growing more and more distressed as the moments pass.

"Sorry," Magda says," I'll find it."

Her first thought is that it's fallen on the floor but it's nowhere nearby so she checks under your play mat and then your shape toy in case you put it in the weird cube thing on accident.

She runs a frustrated hand through her hair before lying flat on her front to check under the sofa.

You continue to sob and gnaw at Pernille's finger whenever she offers it to you.

Magda's got her phone light on and spots your dummy lying under the sofa. It's too far under it for her to reach with her hands and she almost screams in frustration when you get louder in your outrage.

Magda looks around the room, before grabbing the broom from the kitchen and shoving the handle under the sofa to get your dummy out. It takes several agonising seconds but she manages to snag the handle.

There's dust all over it and, while you've noticed that she's holding it and is now reaching with your little grabby hands for it, Magda doesn't particularly want to give it to you just yet.

She hurries to run it under the tap before she pops it into your mouth.

You're silent instantly. Your cheeks are still wet with tears but you're not screaming or crying. The dummy bobs in time with your rapid sucks and you wipe at your eyes.

Pernille bounces you a bit more and you rest against her shoulder, sagging in exhaustion.

"Thank you," Pernille says finally," I'm sorry I yelled."

Magda rubs the back of her neck awkwardly. "Sorry for saying that it was silly. This thing's clearly magic."

Pernille's lips quirk upwards as she rubs your back, going to your nursery to put you to bed.

You look perfectly content now, not at all like you were sobbing your heart out a few moments ago.

As Pernille and Magda lie in bed that night, Magda says," You can get clips you know. To attach the dummy to her shirt, so we won't lose it."

Pernille smiles smugly. "I thought you said it would ruin her teeth?"

"I thought you said it was only temporary?" Magda banters back.

"We'll buy some tomorrow."

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snowsinterlude · 4 months

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forbidden.

c.w: stepcest, m. masturbation, panties sniffing, mention to panties stealing, pervert reader, pervert!coryo, oral recieving (f. m. recieving), boobs sucking, mildly public fingering, size kink, petnames (lots of princess, baby and good girl.)

it was sick, it was twisted and he wasn't proud of himself when he pumped his dick every night to the thought of you.

after a long time without seeing his father, coryo felt surprised once he came back to see that he had supposedly married one of his colleague's mother on a trip.

now, to make it clear, he wasn't angry because his father didn't even call or some shit like that- he was angry because, looking at your mother, he knew exactly just who her daughter was.

was he happy to have you so close? well, of course. he would often knock on your room to see you timidly answer after taking a shower, and he knew damn well you weren't wearing anything under your nightdress. how cute of you, already letting him catch a glimpse of his property. of something that would soon enough be his.

your mother told you to call him to eat breakfast, and so you did, opening the door with a smile before catching the lewdest and yet prettiest sight you could've got from your new step brother.

his hand on his dick caught your eyes as he violently pumped his dick to you. how did you knew it was to you?

well, the panties he was sniffing on couldn't be from anyone other than you.

with that being said, your body jolted involuntarialy to the sight of his cum being shot mid-air, rope after rope. you heard him moan as he cleaned his cum with your panties, until you caught him looking back at you.

"'m sorry," you said, closing the door desperately after that encounter.

well, it's safe to say things between you guys become a bit akward after that. you couldn't stop thinking about the way your step brother's dick looked so pretty when he came, his red tip teasing you, calling you, inviting you to suck him.

and him? well, fuck it! things with you have been awkward ever since you arrived, the difference now was the fact that you discovered it and he had to stop stealing your panties, keeping the one he cleaned himself with.

to your disgrace, of course, your fingers seemed to think much about it when you touched yourself at night; two fingers in your cunt as you tried to imagine it was his dick, and, fuck, it was terribly good.

it isn't wrong. you're not real brothers anyway and the ones who are married is your father and your mother, but that doesn't meann you both are immediatly attached by blood.

"y/n, look, i'm sorry for what you've seen the other day, it's not what you think it was-" he voiced, and it was the first time he talked to you.

"i know what i saw, there is not an actual need for you to be like that" you said, for his surprise. he was expecting a slap, not comprehension. how did you comprehend him? the sounds he listened to at night were actually you? oh, so he was right.

you were just as much of a pervert as he was.

so now, with both his hands grabbing your hair, he fucked your princess lips with hungry, and you didn't care much actually, you loved drooling all over his cock, it felt marvellous hearing the wet noises you were making at his cock, the tip reaching for the back of your throat as you tried not to gag on his thickness.

and then you noticed how thick he really was- you never thought much about it till you had it slapping in your cheek as you devotedly kissed the tip, small kitten licks being given- as if you didn't plan on choking on it. you pulled away from his dick forcefully, your face was a mess and you looked too pretty for him not to kiss the small tear on your cheek.

"good girl," he said, letting you stand up with the help of his hand as your knees trembled. he carried you in his arms back to the bed, getting on top of you only to see just how small you actually were next to his dick, "fuck." he said, trying to think of a way of doing it without ending up hurting you.

"'s not gonna fit in, coryo- you're big" you moaned, sadly as he frowned at you, his dick would probably touch your uterus right away if he entered abruptly inside you.

"don't worry, princess. i'm sure we can make it fit." he said.

and just like that he was in between your legs, getting you all wet and ready for his dick, but not only that, he was tasting you, his tongue went up and down your slick, your back had already arched more times than accountable due to his fingers and he simply couldn't help but go all the way with you and let you cum on his mouth.

legs trembling, pussy clenching around air as it already missed his fingers, you cried a bit when he buried himself again, this time, his thumb was circling around your clit, your small pearl being teased relentlessly while you cried from the sensitivity of your pussy being assaulted by his tongue. but god- it felt so good when his nose grinded on your clit, it made you so hot feeling his tongue thrusting inside your pussy while your hand gripped onto his hair, holding him in.

"c-coryo! s-stop it, i'm gonna cum again!" you moaned, and he looked at you dearly, pulling back and kissing your inner thigh.

"do it." and he was back to be buried between your legs again, eating you out like he was starving. it didn't need much for him to make you cum. pinching your clit made the magic happen as he sloppily let your wetness make it's place on his tongue and fuck, you looked so pretty moaning his name! you were made to be his! his bunny, his princess. not his step brother. damned would be the moment his father fucked your mother. "felt good, princess?" he asked, and you nodded pathetically, too sensitive while he kneeled in the mattress, your thighs hugging his waist as he decided to try again.

he positioned himself between your legs, his tip entering you slowly as you held hands with him, supposedly to help you calm down and for you to speak up when he was inside you. what did the hand holding served for? you didn't know, but you're not gonna complain about now. he slowly penetrated his dick into you while watching if you would cry of pain or of pleasure. seeing how you didn't do much more than tell him to go all the way inside you, he did it, surprised when your hips bucked up on his wanting for more than the slow pace he settled for.

he grunted once he noticed how you were so tight on his cock, warming him up and tightening around him, making his head fall back a bit before he started fucking you, your thoughts seemed like a blur to you. "god, baby- you're so warm, so tight on me" he grunted, watching you as if he was in a trance for how much he was looking at your boobs, seeing how they were bouncing so much as if to match the place of his thrusts into your cunt. "you're so good for your step brother, princess" he said.

you mewled once he called himself your step brother, feeling your own walls squeezing him up and down as he leaned in to suck your boobs. although he would love to see you riding him, he could let it go, your face was too pretty in this position. he needed to see you like this, sensitive, drooling and getting oh so tight on his dick.

"c-coryo, k-keep going. please! i-it's so good!" you said, and he smiled, not giving in to your needs but going aa far as to slow down his pace, torturing you "n-no, not like this, coryo!" you cried, moaning while he fondled your boobs. to see you begging for his dick like that- god, his ego was touching heaven and the stars in it.

"and what do you want, baby?" he purred, nibbling your earlobe

"y-your c-cock, please go faster!!" you said, eyes closing shut as you mewled into submission.

"oh, so you want me to go faster?" he asked you, grinding himself on you, the way his skin grinded on his skin while he was still inside you made you squirm, trying to fuck yourself on him. he watched everything in a mesmerized started, chuckling at your despair. "such a hungry girl" he said

doing what you wanted him to, he finally started to buck up his hips at a much faster pace as it was requested by you. your blouse was thrown alway on the ground, even though you were still in your miniskirt only because he wanted to fuck you in it. you couldn't even form a complete phrase as you moaned, your hips rolling back and forth on him as you cried, driven by pleasure.

you came on his cock twice, and as he filled you up with his load, you hugged his neck, kissing him before he pulled his cock from you, not seeing his cum leaking from you before later. you didn't need to say anything too, he took care of you, bathed and cuddled with you on the sofa.

later, you were accompanied by your parents, who decided to join you for 'family bonding purposes', however, the bonding between you and your now step brother involved his fingers overstimulating you under the blankets, right by the side of your parents as you did your best not to cum yet nor moan

#young coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x reader #the hunger games the ballad of songbirds & snakes #young president snow #coriolanus snow fanfiction #tbosas smut #coriolanus snow imagine #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus x you #x reader #stepcest cw

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mxtantrights · 5 days

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Hello there, ‘tis I again! Soo happy you enjoyed the boxer!jason request!! I know, i love him too :)))

Today i bring forth another boxer!Jason ask, maybe you introduce him to your friends and they can’t see past the fact he kinda looks like a brute (even tho he’s such a big softie, i truly believe this man reads romeo and Juliet while waiting to get on the ring), and so at the end of the night he’s feeling insecure cause he could see how your friends looked at him and he starts wondering if they are right and you deserve someone who’s softer and more approachable. And obviously reader shows him just how amazing he is!!

Today i yearn for some good hurt/comfort, if you couldn’t tell lol

Hope you have fun writing this one!! Marvellous works 🩷🩷

Everything goes right before the two of you get there. Thats how Jason knows something is gonna go wrong at this hang out. You told him all week that if he felt like not going, you could cancel. But he didn't want it to seem like he was blowing your friends off. So he trudged through.

He trudged through and is sitting side by side with you in a booth. And three of your friends are crowded into the other side of it. They've had a couple of drinks before you came. You weren't really in the mood to play catch up so you stick to your one while Jason goes dry because he's driving.

They have conversations about the recent news, the latest gossip, and then they ask about your life. Particularly your life with Jason. You start gushing about him, as if he isn't there, and tell them about how you met and how he treats you.

"This guy? This six foot tall, three hundred pounded brick wall?" one of them asks.

You scoff, "How he looks has nothing to do with how he treats me."

"Yeah, but doesn't he-don't you box?" another one of them asks him.

Jason clears his throat and sits up straight. But you notice it. You notice how he is trying to make himself smaller. He did it at the very beginning of your relationship, to make you less scared. You talked to him about it when the two of you got closer, and you haven't seen him do it since. Until now.

"I'm a boxer, yes. But I don't bring any of that home with me." Jason answers.

"Isn't it hard though? When you're angry? I mean who's to say you won't-" the third friend starts.

Hell. This has to stop.

"Enough." you speak.

They all look at you, at a loss for words. While it's true the four of you grew up looking like people who were afraid to tell others no, and looked like doormats, you were far from that person. Those days are over.

"I'm not gonna let you speak to him like that. He has been nothing but kind and open with me, and not that it's any of your business, but he has never laid his hands on me, or raised his voice." you say.

Then you're getting up from the booth, holding your hand out for Jason. He looks between you and your friends and then he's getting up from his seat. He takes your hand in his.

"He's my boyfriend. I want him in my life and I wanna be a part of his. So either you get that or you get lost." You put finally.

You turn around and walk right out the door with Jason. Jason who hasn't said a word yet. Jason who is holding onto your hand in a way that tells you he's not completely paying attention.

When the two of you cross the threshold of the doors, you squeeze his hand.

"Baby?" you ask him.

Jason looks at you then. Like everything is coming back into focus for him. He has a sad smile on his face.

"I'm sorry." He says.

"Don't ever be sorry for being you. If my so called 'friends' couldn't see past what you look like and what you do for a living then they don't need to be my friends." you explain to him.

Jason shakes his head, "You've known them longer than me. It's not fair that-"

"Jason Todd, I am not willing to give you up. For anyone. Ever. You got that?"

Jason lets out a small sigh. "Okay."

You let go of his hand to hold out your arms. He pouts a bit before stepping closer to you and wrapping his arms around you completely. You nuzzle into him more.

"I'll spend the rest of my life proving it to you. I hope you know that." you add on.

"Yeah?" he asks.

"I swear it." you answer.

a/n: thank you so so much for sending this in! <333 I love some good hurt/comfort too!! I hope you like it!!

#dc x reader #Jason todd x reader #Jason todd imagine #Jason todd blurb #dc blurbs #dc #Jason todd #boxer!jason

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eviebane · 4 months

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you guys loved my part 1 and 2 of Badly Explained Good Omens so i'm just going to keep doing it. fight me. (disclaimer: this series will be written when i'm either sleep deprived, caffeine overloaded, or drunk. feel free to speculate which one it is this time)

right so Season 1 of Good Omens is basically, these two man-shaped creatures who definitely don't want to lick each other's faces get together in a park full of spies & snitches so they can talk without raising suspicion (foolproof plan, obviously). it's basically a romeo and juliet thing, except romeo is an angelic bookseller hoarder and juilet is a snake demon who will make u re-evaluate your sexual orientation. and possibly give you gender envy. your average stuff, right.

so gender envy boy (Crowley) goes, hey, my lot made me uber the devil's son to an american diplomat the other night, and the angel (Aziraphale) goes, if you're going to destroy the world via evil baby style, can you lot at least not make it into some cheesy american movie. at least make it something actually cool. anyway so they're chatting about the end of the world, as you do, and Crowley goes y'know, Hell is gonna fuck the whole world up and Azi goes Nah, we beat your dumbarses before, we will again, and Crowley goes ANYWAY if everyone gets slaughtered, guess what? no more food, no more music. your life is gonna be boring af

so they go on a little date and Crowley keeps winding him up about how boring shit's gonna be when all the humans have been murdered in the ethereal/occult purge, and Aziraphale finally goes Yeah OK, but you realise I can't do shit about it right? like it's God's will and Crowley goes Nah nah nah, look. Look. Right. so I gotta look after this devil child for a few years and use my sexy nanny vibes to make sure he's evil. why don't YOU also infiltrate this devil child's household and teach him not to kill snails? it'll be like cosmic balance. yin/yang. the kid will be a normal little shit like most preteen boys, rather than starting apocalypses little shit.

Aziraphale is so captivated by his slutty charm and sparkling eyes that he agrees.

so they stalk the kid, dress up like old welsh gardeners and dominatrix nanny to teach him to love slugs and crush his foes under his boot. surprisingly, the kid is relatively normal. although he hates dinosaurs, so that's obviously concerning. Crowley suggests cold blooded murder of the child but Aziraphale's like Nah why don't i cosplay Fell the Marvellous again at his birthday party and Crowley goes why the fuck do I love this loser

anyway so as it turns out, the nuns that Crowley uber'd this baby to 11 years ago ended up with the wrong parents. The best friends husbands roadtrip to go fuck up the nuns, but actually Crowley's maggot colleague (no thats not an insult) burned the nunnery down and it's now a paintball arena, where currently a bunch of repressed office workers are shooting each other. there's a noteworthy bit where the husbands get hit with a paintball, Crowley becomes a naga (except reverse the top and bottom bits. Yeah it's terrifying) just to make a dude shit himself, then Aziraphale puppy dog eyes Crowley to get the stain off his coat because it ruins his vibes and that's not kool.

Crowley tries to make out with Aziraphale against the wall but then forgets the kissing part, then he bippity-boppity-boos a surviving ex-nun so they can interrogate her. the whole trip is pretty useless and it ends up becoming just them two flirt-fighting for a day. Oh also Crowley runs over a witch, but it's fine because she's an American

As it turns out, the witch left a book behind in Crowley's car and Aziraphale yoinks it like the book kleptomaniac he is, then binges it like your new favourite 150k fanfic

Crowley literally climbs the walls in boredom (unfortunately got cut, but still happened in my mind). They eventually meet up in Secret Rendezvous Spot #3 where they have a lover's quarrel and Crowley slut walks off

Next thing ya know, there's a witchfinder (yea don't worry too much about him) at Aziraphale's door and he tries to exorcise him via a prophecy book, a cute little retro desk bell and a fuckin lighter. Anyway.

So Aziraphale was trying to talk to God before the nutbag showed up via a magic angel circle that does a little star trek hologram. He ends up talking to God's secretary (not the fun kind) and he's like, Yeah no God's having PTO rn. Also you're being drafted into war 'cause shit's about to go down and Aziraphale's like Ahhh ok cool neat. let me just like, do a bit of tidying up first, oh and I have to pick up the dry cleaning, um then I need to make dinner, so anyway i'll be there soon. totally. yup. so excited to go fight hot sexy with pretty yellow eyes- bad, evil demons.

Aziraphale accidently cha cha slides into the circle and his body crumbles (same) and he pops into Heaven without a body. He gets yelled at by Anderson for not having a body or that sword he gave the humans 6000 years ago, and honestly I can't help but think it's Heaven's fault for not stock taking enough

Aziraphale's like Haha yeah Anderson I'm not fighting no war, I have a hot sexy yellow-eyed pretty beautiful smart funny demon to ki- uuuh, I mean, I'm a pacifist now, BYE and he yeets himself back to the mortal plane via a floaty picture of Earth

He finds Crowley going on a bender and doodling A+C=<3 on the pub table. Aziraphale's like Right Crowley get your shit together, we got an Apocalypse to stop in Tadfield

Crowley ends up getting trapped in London via a giant doom circle of fire that he designed, but he's like Ah nah fuck it, my Bentley can take it and it DOES. I mean it does explode, but only after it gets him to Tadfield. What a stellar car. 10/10

The husbands try to murder the child with a fireworks gun, that fails, then they watch the child encourage his friends to insult three cosmic beings to death. Yah it actually works, too.

The child then insults Lucifer into the void, and that's it, ba ba boom, apocalypse averted. The husbands do what they do best; get crunk.

Heaven & Hell kidnap the husbands and tries to give them their Worst Employee of the Century rewards, but the husbands survive it via clever trickery and Being A Little Shit, and they ride off into the sunset and confess their love at the Ritz via affectionate insults

the end

season 2

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #goodomens #gomens #badly explained good omens #crack #for the record i have written an entire (yes all 4 books) summary of the hunger games if anyone wants it. its as appalling as this is

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starlostt5 · 8 months

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Jeans

pairing: spencer reid x f!reader

summary: you have a breakdown over finding new jeans

a/n: hello! my first fic on this acc I have a marvel acc that I have neglected so I'm starting fresh! This is for the girlies with killer thighs who I assume have had the same problem as me finding the jeans that fit properly!!!!

warnings: probably mistakes English isn't my first language and also I haven't written anything for months so I'm rusty

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"Fuck!"

Spencer pokes his head from the bathroom at your profanity, checking to see if everything is okay.

"Sweetheart, you okay?"

You look at your boyfriend and he can tell something is wrong, not because he's a profiler but because there's tears threatening to spill.

"These are the fourth jeans this month alone."

The jeans you've just now ripped were the last ones you've had, which only could mean one thing. Jean shopping was necessary.

"Baby, that's okay I'll take you to get new ones. It's okay."

Spencer knows he said something wrong when you give him the look - annoyance and frustration in your eyes.

"You just don't get it."

Maybe you sound dramatic, and yeah, you know he wants to help, but that wasn't what you wanted to hear so you dramatically flop on the bed and sigh.

"Okay, tell me what can I do for you?" You groan into your pillow.

"Nothing Spence, let's just go get new jeans."

Spencer texts Emily that there has been an emergency and he won't be able to come to work today, which you tried to stop him from doing because this could wait - apparently not.

"Let's go." Spencer grabs your hand and leads you out.

Spencer severely miscalculated the amount of time it would take you to find jeans - you did tell him this is a process, but he didn't expect that after 3 hours you've gotten 0 jeans.

"I give up. This is hopeless. " You walk out of the fitting room trying so hard not to cry, but this always happens.

"They don't fit properly everywhere. They are either too tight on thighs or they are too wide on my hips or both, or they're too long or short, they have no pockets and if they do they are too small. Oh and get this, when you go to the plus-size store, they get more expensive. Why?I can't even order anything online because the sizes are different everywhere and I-" Spencer pulls you into his chest and caresses your back, drawing circles trying to calm you down.

He never thought about this because he's never had that issue and now it makes sense you've been upset this morning. Now he was even upset at himself for not understanding earlier.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I'm sorry I didn't understand. Tell you what, let's take a break for ice cream or whatever you want."

Sometimes, you don't believe Spencer is real and even better he's yours.

"Okay sounds good."

While taking a break, Spencer has been thinking about you and how stressful this is for you both physically and mentally.

"What you thinking about so hard, Doc." Spencer chuckles at your pet name for him, you love Back to The Future and Spencer, well he has some issues with how time travel was done, but he likes the pet name anyways.

"I'm thinking how to fix this. Why are jeans so hard to find? That's not fair."

"Spence, you can't just fix the system. This is just how it is. Besides, this wasn't so bad you were there."

Spencer frowns. How many times have you gone on a hunt for jeans without him, if this was "not so bad" how does it look when he's not here.

"Baby, that doesn't help. Is there anything I can do for you?" Spencer asks, holding your hand.

"Uh, you're the fbi call every single company that makes jeans and tell them to make better jeans." you joke, but Spencer gets an idea.

"You know what you're right."

You look at him quizzically, trying to figure out what your genius is going to do.

"Don't worry about it let's go home we're done for today."

*some days later*

Spencer gets the notification that his package is almost home, and he's genuinely excited for you to get this gift. Unfortunately, he won't be there to open it with you, but he's sure you'll love it.

As if on cue his phone rings.

"Hey, Spence, something arrived in your name, I didn't know you ordered anything?" you look at the box in your hands trying to figure out what it is.

"Yeah, I forgot to tell you." you scoff, Spencer is literally unable to forget anything.

"Okay, I lied, that's a surprise for you, but promise not to open it before I'm able to face time you okay?" Spencer can feel your excitement and impatience from miles away, but after some sweet talking, you finally promise not to even take a peek.

"Loverboy, the surprise go well?" Derek asks, ruffling Spencers hair.

"I don't know yet. I am like 90% sure that she'll like my surprise but there's always a chance she doesn't so." Everyone rolls their eyes at his reply and continue talking about the case.

Finally, after getting to the hotel, Spencer showers and calls you, excited to have you see the surprise.

"Hi, honey." Spencer chuckles at seeing you with a box opener in your hand and box inches from you.

"I wasn't gonna open it."

"Sure you weren't. Go on, baby." You huff and open the box carefully, hoping there wasn't anything breakable. You might have shook it a couple of times but he didn't need to know that.

Your eyes open wide in surprise, you look at the box and then at Spencer and then again at the box.

You pull out the pair of jeans from the box and look at them.

"Try them on."

"Spence what is this?" you ask looking through the box counting 6 pairs of jeans with no tag or size on them.

"They're jeans for you! Remember how you said I'm the fbi and I should call everyone and tell them to make better jeans?" the disbelief on your face makes him smile.

"Well I didn't do exactly that. But... I did use some connections in the fbi. Anyways try them on"

Not knowing what else to do, you just do that.

"Spencer."

"These are perfect like they fit like they were made for me."

"It's because they were, and if some of them don't fit, let me know if I need to have a talk with the person to fix them."

You can't believe your boyfriend literally went out of his way and had someone make you a perfect pair of jeans.

"I... I don't know what to say. You're literally the best and no these are perfect. How?"

"Well, I had Garcia research some people and then I found them and then had Derek meet some of them to threaten them to do a good job and yeah."

He says that like it's the most normal thing to say, like he's listing groceries.

"I love you. Not because of the jeans just-"

"I know, I know, but try all of them on. Also, I personally wouldn't mind if you lost the shirt you know because it's gonna overshadow the jeans you know?"

"Spencer!"

[the end]

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hope you enjoyed.

likes comments and reblogs are appreciated <3

#spencer reid #cm #criminal minds #mgg #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fluff #spencer x reader #spencer reid fic

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theology101 · 12 days

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People need to stop Bitching About Fallout Retconning Lore

I'm going to be honest - I'm sad Shady Sands, a town i have saved multiple times, and a fictional Nation I have helped build, is gone. I'm also sad that NV is now probably non-canonical.

But so the fuck what?

This is just SO "baby's first media franchise" to me.

Guess what? New Vegas was a one off deal when Bethesda, a Corporation who owns total rights to the Fallout Franchise, allowed another Company to use their IP. Not only that, but basically just... gave their ENTIRE Engine, Code, and DevNotes for Fallout 3 and said 'go nuts, we know how much you love fallout.'

That is such a wildly unprecedented move. I literally can't think of anything similar beyond Sony and Disney agreeing to split Spider-Man but even THAT is different because they share publishing rights to the Same Character, but only in different mediums. Imagine DC just... letting Image Comics publish canonical stories about Batman because Bob Kane happened to be working there at the moment.

It was a great, lightning in the bottle experience, that now exists in its own continuity. Now let's move on.

This is SO common in media and storytelling, especially with these massive franchises with decades of lore and baggage they carry around. It's why DC has a reboot every six years (and why marvel comics needs to lowkey), and why Disney scrapped the Star Wars EU. No one likes having to work off of someone else's script or outline - people want to make their own thing with their own take and influence.

New Vegas is also... still a video game you can play? Todd Howard didn't go into all your houses and shoot your copy. Your computer and xboxes haven't been purged. New Vegas still exists - it just won't influence anything going forward.

Big, fucking deal.

There is so much shit in the world right now that just sucks, thats sad and is an absolute bummer. Fallout has always taken that bummer world, cranked the bummer and the fun up to 30 and let it go wild. The very unique vibe and energy of the Fallout Show feels like it came DIRECTLY from the games!

When Lucy walked into Filly, I felt like how I did the first time I stepped into Shaddy Sands and Megaton. Cutting off the head of a person you sorta know and just... doing it? because its easier to carry? Finding a vault, immediately getting sidetracked by whatever weird shit they have going on, then leaving with a 'Huh.'

It's just SO Fallout.

Be Happy that you're getting new, genuinely interesting and engaging content, be sad that the content you love won't be going forward but take solace that you still have it. And don't fucking rage post about it on every single social media for christs sake.

Just have fun.

#fallout tv series #fallout #fallout tv show #fallout new vegas #fallout 2 #fallout 3 #just shut up and enjoy things

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captain19cb97 · 1 year

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A Surprise (M) b.c

Getting the chance to come back to Seoul for a couple months to work with your boyfriend's group, you also have the chance to show up without him knowing you're back, and the reunion is better than you hoped it would be.

Pairing: Idol!Chan x Fem!Reader | Older Sister!Reader x Felix

Word Count: 5.2k

Genre: Smut (18 + MDNI) Fluff, Established Relationship, Established Friendship w/SKZ members

Warnings: This story is 90% smut, if you are not 18 or older, please DO NOT INTERACT with this story. Unprotected sex (reader is on birth control, but regardless, be smart and safe! Use protection) Pet names (Baby, my love, love, babygirl, princess) name calling (Whore but affectionately it is unspoken but it's done consensually) Praise, cursing, light choking, casual mention of food.

You [9:35 p.m.] Min, Jinnie! I'm ready whenever you two are.

You set your phone on the counter after locking it so you could look around the apartment again for a moment. The company had paid to have some of your things shipped out, mostly clothes and things like that, because you refused to let them buy you new clothes, saying that you'd have nowhere for the new things to go once you flew back home. But you did compromise on letting them pay for everyday things, like kitchen utensils and the like, so you could actually inhabit the apartment for the close to 2 month that you’d be staying in it.

The company had asked you to come work with Chan and the guys, being that you were Felix’s older sister, and since they knew about your relationship with Chan, and how amazing of a photographer you were. You were obviously, more than happy to spend so much time with your brother, your boyfriend and the rest of the members, even if you were going to be working for a lot of the time.

It was still 2 months straight, though, and it was about to be the most amount of time that you and Chan have spent together, in person, since before getting together, since you’re living and working in a different country right now.

You stood in the doorway to the master bedroom, marveling at the sight before you. It was beautifully decorated- simple yet cozy- and there wasn't a single thing you could find to complain about as you continued to look around, even after hearing your phone go off from the kitchen counter.

You made your way back over to grab you phone, seeing that the boys had texted you back.

Minhooo [9:39 p.m.] We're on our way, Noona!

Hyunjinnie [9:40 p.m.] I'm so excited!

Little Bro Sunshine [9:40 p.m.] I can't wait to see you!

Jisungie [9:41 p.m.] Bin-Hyung and I will keep Channie-Hyung busy until you're at the dorm. Can't wait to see you either, though, Noona!

Seungminnie [9:43 p.m.] IN-ah looks like he's going to explode, he's so excited.

Innie [9:44 p.m.] I AM excited!

You [9:45 p.m.] I'm excited too, boys! I've missed you all so much

You decided that now would be a good time to text Chan, telling him you were finally home. Halfway through your flight, you'd messaged him- like you'd planned, telling him you'd had a layover for a couple hours somewhere, but that you were going to use that time to get some food and to walk around to kill time and stretch out your legs.

All in the hopes that he wouldn't question why you'd be texting him so much later then when your flight home would've landed already. You were so excited to surprise him, and you were thankful for the guys, for helping you get everything planned out.

You [9:50 p.m.] Hey baby! Finally made it home, but I'm feeling super jetlagged so I'm going to get some more sleep. I'll text you when I get up though, okay? I love you; I hope your day was good! 💕🥰

And after that, you waited for Minho and Hyunjin to knock on the apartment door and for Chan to text you back, which only took a couple minutes.

Chris💙 [9:54 p.m.] Glad to hear that you're home, my love. Okay, sleep well, I love you more xxxx <3<3 I'm going home in a bit to do the same thing.

You [9:55 p.m.] Dream about me then?

Chris💙 [9:55 p.m.] I already do, love

Chris💙 [9:56 p.m.] Get some rest, babygirl. I'll talk to you later?

You [9:56 p.m.] Cheesy boy! Videocall when I get up? If you're not busy.

Chris💙 [9:57 p.m.] Only for you. And I'll never say no.

You [9:57 p.m.] I know 💕 night, baby

Chris💙 [9:58 p.m.] Good night, love <3

After another few minutes, finally loud knocks sounded at the door, and you could barely contain your excitement as you pulled it open to two smiling faces.

You didn't even say hi, just quickly grabbed them both, pulling them in for a tight little group hug as they both laughed at your reaction, but hugged you back just a tightly.

"I've missed you both." You sighed happily, letting them go after a moment.

"We've miss you, too, Noona." Minho smiled at you as Hyunjin nodded.

"Lots," Hyunjin added, hugging you again. "How was the flight?"

You let out a soft sigh, "Not too bad, I slept most of the time knowing that I'd need the rest for the time difference. Honestly, I'm just tired from all the photoshoots I’ve done this last week and a half."

"Looking forward to a few days with nothing to do?" Minho asked with a smile.

You grinned, "Absolutely. After that, it's going to be a busy and long few weeks. But I can't complain when I get to see you guys so much again finally."

The boys smiled, "Well," Minho started, "You could complain, but we all know that we're going to make sure you have no reason to."

"Or have plenty of reasons to." Hyunjin laughed.

You shook your head, rolling your eyes at both of them, "You two are ridiculous."

"And you missed us." Hyunjin pointed out, a wide smile on his face. "But that's a topic for another time, because Changbin-Hyung texted me and they're leaving the studio soon so we need to go."

"Let me grab my things then," You said, spinning around towards the counter only a few steps away from you, glancing back at Minho, "Did Jisung order dinner like we planned?"

He nodded, watching you quickly pull a familiar looking hoodie over your head, "Yeah, it'll get there about the same time as us, if we leave now."

You scoffed playfully, pulling on both shoes, "Alright, alright, come on then." You smiled, making sure you had the key to the apartment in case you couldn't remember the code, before shoving your phone into the pocket of the Chan's hoodie and following them back out the door and down the hall, making sure the apartment door was shut and locked behind you.

The whole drive was spent just talking to them about everything that had been going on since you'd all been together back on their last tour, Chan had finally gotten the chance to spend some time back home with his family after a few years and you'd been so excited for him.

When Felix told you that he was going too, you were even happier, knowing your little brother was getting the chance to go home to be with the rest of your family for a little while, even though you were a little upset that you couldn’t also be there.

The boys told you about the few concerts they'd had since coming back to Seoul, some things that had happened in the studio when they were practicing and just everyday life for all of them- little things that Chan or Felix didn't always have time to tell you when you would talk to either of them.

The closer you got to the dorm, the more excited, and nervous, you became, and they both noticed- even in the dark of the car. Minho glanced at you after he finally parked at the dorm, offering you a small smile, "It's going to be great, Noona. Don't worry too much, okay?"

Hyunjin put his hand on your shoulder before you guys got out, "Yeah, Channie-Hyung isn't going to know what to do when he sees you."

"All I know is that I'm definitely going to cry." You mumbled, climbing out of the car, "How much time do we have?"

Hyunjin unlocked his phone, "Hannie said they just left the company, so we have like 15 minutes or so."

You nodded, following behind them into the building, "I'm so excited to see the rest of the boys."

"Yongbok-ah's been freaking out most of the day, he barely slept last night." Minho mentioned as you guys stepped off the elevator finally.

You cooed softly, "Yeah, he'd been texting me nonstop until my flight boarded about how excited he was. I missed my little brother." You smiled as they stopped in front of the dorm and Hyunjin put the code in before turning the handle. He smiled down at you before he slowly pushed the door open for you, motioning for you to go first.

There was a loud gasp as you stepped through the doorway, "She's here!" You heard Innie yell before three sets of arms engulfed you into a tight hug.

You giggled, squirming a little to get your arms free to hug them back, "Hi, boys!"

Felix laughed, "I can't believe you're actually here!" he exclaimed.

"I missed you, Noona." Innie grinned.

Seungmin smiled widely, "Took you long enough." He joked softly.

You managed to get your arms free, and touching each of them as you smiled happily, "I missed you guys, too." You told them before you all pulled apart from one another before you grabbed Felix for a long hug. “I missed you.” You whispered, feeling your eyes sting slightly as you hugged him.

It had been a long time since you guys had been together and since you and Felix have always been so close, it’s been hard being apart this long.

He immediately relaxed against you, hugging you just as tightly, as he sighed softly, “I missed you, too, Noona. I’m so happy you’re back.”

10 minutes or so later, you were firmly planted on the center cushion of the couch, facing the front door and watching Hyunjin accept the takeout boxes from the delivery guy with a smile and a soft 'thank you' bow before closing the door and facing the rest of you with a smile.

"Food's here, now we just need the star of the show." He joked, taking the bags into the kitchen.

"Han just texted me," Minho looked up at you, "Changbin-ah just parked, so they'll be up in a minute."

You let out an excited but shaky breath, "Oh, man, I'm weirdly nervous." you admitted softly.

Felix dropped his head to your shoulder and let out a soft chuckle, "That's okay, Noona! This is how Channie-Hyung was in LA before you got there."

You grinned at him, tightening your hand around his for a quick second, "Really?"

Seungmin nodded, "Oh yeah. He couldn't sit still, from the second we got back to the hotel until he ran out of the room to meet you at the elevator."

You grinned at the memory of that night, at how excited you had been to see Chan standing outside those doors when they opened. You hoped that's how he'd feel now.

Minho looked at the boys, "Okay, they left Channie-Hyung in the lobby, so they're coming in in a second and then he'll be up after that, so we should go hide in the kitchen." He looked at you as they all started getting up and walking away from the living room, "Ready?"

You took a deep breath and nodded, "Ready."

He smiled just as the door burst open with two panting boys who quickly looked around the room for you before they ran at you for a quick hug.

"He's almost up here, we waited by the elevator until he got on." Changbin said quickly, letting you out of the hug.

"He must have found it weird that you two just left him like that." You chuckled softly, watching them head for the kitchen too.

Han shook his head, "We were messing around before that to make it look more real. Changbin-Hyung 'chased' after me for smacking his hat off outside the car." He explained.

You just let out a quiet laugh, "You guys really went all out for this, huh?" You asked softly.

They both smiled at you as you stood from the couch to stand a little ways away from the door for when Chan opened it. "For you guys? Yeah! And we'd do it again." Han grinned.

Minho grabbed his arm, "Sentimentality later, he should be at the door in a minute." he whispered, tugging Han into the kitchen with him.

You just shook your head and spun around, keeping your eyes on the door until you heard the handle starting to turn and your heart began beating so fast, you were worried it would beat out of your chest as the door was slowly pushed open.

"You know," Chan's voice started before he had even put a foot through the doorway, "You two are lucky that there wasn't anyone in the lobby, to see you guys being-" He stopped talking, his eyes landing on your pair of shoes by the door as he stepped inside, before his eyes slowly landed on your figure in the middle of the living room, the rest of his sentence slowly falling from his lips. "Like that.."

It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop as you smiled at him. "Surprise." you whispered finally.

Already, you could feel your eyes stinging with tears as his mouth dropped open slightly as you stared at each other for a solid 10 seconds before he launched himself at you. Dropping everything he had been holding in his hands to the floor before his arms wrapped around your body, tightly, pulling you into his chest until your feet were off the ground.

He buried his face in your neck, breathing deeply as he somehow pulled you closer to him- not fully believing that you were there, that you were in his arms again as he heard you let out a soft cry into his shoulder where you had buried your face, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, and your legs around his waist.

"You're here. You're really here." He breathed out, a few tears dropping from his face onto the fabric of the hoodie adorning your body. "I can't believe you're actually here." he whispered, cupping your tear-streaked cheek as you nodded slowly.

It was so nice to be home.

"I'm really here." You whispered back before he quickly blanketed your lips with his before you both pulled away again, hugging each other tightly as you finally put your feet back on the floor.

He took your face in both of his hands, his vision slightly blurred from happy tears as he smiled down at you, "You lied to me." You let out a tearful laugh and nodded, he sighed, leaning down to kiss you again, his lips brushing yours lightly, "I missed you so fucking much."

You eagerly kissed him back again, fisting the fabric of his jacket at his waist, "I missed you, too." you mumbled, pressing your forehead to his once you'd both pulled away.

As soon as the boys realized you guys were done kissing- Han had peeked his head out the kitchen doorway to double check- they all quickly emerged into the living room again, cheering loudly like the dorks they are, for you both.

Chan looked at them, a mix of bewilderment and pure surprise on his face as the realization hit him, why they'd all been the way they had been since the day before, "You guys knew?"

"We helped plan this." Seungmin answered him, a proud smile on his lips.

Chan glared playfully at Felix, “You! You knew too?”

Felix couldn't stand still, bouncing happily on his feet, "Oh, it was torture having to keep this a secret from you, Hyung." He breathed, "But so totally worth it!"

Chan felt you lace your fingers with his, making him look down at you, "Definitely worth it." You grinned up at him.

A couple hours later, after you’d all eaten and enjoyed just spending the time together, you and Chan got ready to leave for the night. The boys had told him that he had the next few days off, to just enjoy spending time with you before you and Felix spent a day or two together, before your busy schedules really started.

Chan looked down at you and nodded gently, before turning to look back at the guys, "If you guys need anything, just text me. Or her."

"Chan, they know." You giggled, offering the boys a smile, shouldering your purse finally. "Either or though, doesn't matter."

Minho shook his head, "We'll be fine for a few days. Just like when you went home, hyung. Now get out of here and spend some time together."

He smiled wide, nodding in response, "Thank you, guys. Really. We'll see you in a couple days, I guess."

You grinned, throwing a smile back at Felix then the rest of the boys, "See you guys this weekend, don't do anything I wouldn't do."

Han laughed, "Knowing you, Noona, that's not a lot."

You faked a hurt expression as you pulled open the front door, "Wow, Ji, just wow. I mean, you're right but still, damn." You sighed playfully, "Don't do anything that will get you in trouble." You offered instead, smiling back at them, "Better?"

Chan let out a soft sigh, "I'm worried about what you talk about with them." He joked, taking your hand in his, "Have a good few days, boys."

You giggled at him, rolling your eyes playfully, "Nothing bad, obviously." You looked back at the rest of them, "Bye, boys! Goodnight."

Finally, after hearing them all bid you goodnight and goodbye, you and Chan disappeared through the front door and down the hall, enjoying the soft silence that had enveloped you both as you made it down to his car.

"Princess." He grinned, opening your door for you before quickly throwing his backpack into the backseat.

You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head as you slid into the seat, "Thank you."

He chuckled, rounding the car himself, after making sure you were in the car and your door was shut. After a minute or so, he'd put his music on low, and grabbed your hand in his, pulling it up to his lips, "I still can't believe you're actually here." he whispered again, lips grazing your knuckles.

You smiled, leaning over to kiss his lips. Keeping your hand on his cheek as you slowly pulled away, "I hope it was a good surprise."

He nodded quickly, touching his forehead to yours for a moment, "You know how much I've missed you; I couldn't be happier right now."

You pecked his lips again before settling back in your seat fully, "Neither could I."

He grinned over at you, squeezing your hand once before finally pulling away from the dorm and onto the road to your apartment, following the gps that you’d put into the dash when you first got in the car.

The drive was quiet, comfortable, and your hand never left his until you both were getting out of the car a couple minutes later. You waited at the front of the car for him to grab his bag from the backseat, and it was only then that you realized he didn't have his laptop. Which you pointed out as much when you guys got into the elevator.

"If I have the days off, and I have you, I don't need my laptop." He answered with a smile, "I'd rather spend all this time with just you, and not worry about working on anything."

You could feel the warmth of his words spreading through your body as you made it to your apartment door, "As much as I adore that sentimentality, baby, what are you going to do when you can't sleep and want something to do?"

You felt his chest against your back as you went to open the door, stopping when you felt his lips graze your ear, "Why would I want my laptop, when I can just do you, instead?"

Your breath hitched and your barely turned your head to look up at him. Seeing that cocky, smug grin on his lips didn't help the sudden want growing within you, "You're shameless." You said weakly.

His smug look only worsened as he finished opening the door behind you, "When it comes to you? Yeah." He muttered, gently pushing you inside the apartment, keeping your gaze as you both moved, before shutting the door with his foot.

You pulled him closer to you, not even bothering to properly put your things down before you pulled his lips down to yours in a heated kiss, moaning softly at the feel of his hands on your ass as he pulled you closer to him too.

It was a miracle that neither of you crashed into anything as you led him down the hall and into the bedroom, clothes trailing behind you after being haphazardly pulled from your bodies. Lips and hands barely left each other's skin as Chan laid you on your back on the bed, moving to hover above you, a lovesick grin on his face the second he looked down at you.

"I don't know how I got so lucky to be with someone as beautiful as you." He whispered, cupping your cheek lightly.

You flushed under his gaze and words, diverting your eyes from his, "You know damn well I think that same thing about you." You mumbled, meeting his eyes again and reaching up to cup his cheek too.

Chan grinned, turning his head to press a soft kiss to your palm, "6 months is way too long without you. I'm going to show you how much I missed you, my love." he whispered, leaning down to capture your lips with his.

You nodded just barely, relishing in the way he was already running his hands softly over your body, "Show me." You pleaded gently, arching your back as his hand found purchase between your legs.

He trailed his lips down your neck, lavishing your skin in unspoken confessions as he rocked his hips into yours- limbs tangled, wrapped around each other as you both steadily found yourselves closer to the edge.

You gasped, feeling him thrust deeper, but keeping the same pace, "J-just like that, baby, fuck yes."

He grunted above you, watching your face scrunch up in pleasure as you clenched around him again, "You're so good to me, love," He panted in your ear, "So fucking good to me."

You whined, throwing your head back into the mattress as you clenched around him and dragged your nails down his back, "You're the one doing all the work, baby." You hissed, feeling his lips latch around your nipple. "I should be telling you how good you are to me."

He chuckled, barely lifting his head to fully gaze up at you, "The sounds you're making are telling me enough, babygirl." He grinned smugly, lapping his tongue around the perked bud again.

You arched your back at the feeling, eyes closing as you sighed in pleasure before pulling his face up to yours, both of your hands on his cheeks as you met his eyes, "I love you," You panted softly, your lips grazing his, "Ruin me, baby. I want more. Please?"

He closed the space between your lips, grunting into your mouth as he hoisted your leg over his hip, his fingers digging into the flush on the back of your thigh, "You want more, huh? I'll give you more, babygirl."

If you thought you were rushing towards an orgasm before, you had no idea what you were truly in for. Chan braced himself with one hand on the bed up by your head, the other still tightly holding your thigh as he picked up his pace, moaning at the feeling of you clenching around him again as you moaned out loudly at the change in pace.

"This what you wanted, huh? You wanted me to fuck you instead of make love to you?" He let out a dry chuckle, bowing his head a little, and watching his cock disappearing inside you. "Do you want me to fuck you like you're a whore? My little whore?"

"Yes!" You cried, hands gripping the sheet beneath you as you squeezed your eyes shut, "Fuck, baby, yes. 'm your whore, I-I wanna be your whore."

He quickly pulled out, leaving you gasping and confused until he roughly grabbing your waist, "On your hands and knees then, babygirl. Whores don't get to look at me when I fuck them."

You had to keep yourself from moaning at his words as you did as he told you, dropping onto your forearms as he gripping your ass with both hands, squeezing and spreading your cheeks a few times, before you felt the tip of his cock at your entrance again.

You had no idea where this sudden change came from. The few times you guys have had sex since getting together, sure he'd fucked you, but, God, not like this. Not that you were complaining, you'd gotten a taste of this Chan on the many, steamy phone and videocalls over the long months, but this was different- this was first-hand, and you were living for it.

You moaned at the feeling of him rubbing his tip up and down your folds, wiggling your hips slightly in anticipation, "Please?" You begged, turning to look at him over your shoulder.

He put his hand on the middle of your back, pushing your chest further into the mattress, "You'll get it, babygirl. Behave."

And as he finished saying the words, he slowly pushed back into you, bottoming out before pulling out again just as slowly, listening to you gasp at the difference in angle.

As much as you both liked being able to look in each other's eyes, grabbing each other's faces to pull the other into heated, deep kisses during sex, this angle was making him hit every spot within you, and he knew it too, just from how you were crying out, and burying your face into the sheets as you clenched tightly around him, pulling him deeper.

You could feel the burn in your knees from the prolonged stance as you pushed back against him with every hard thrust. You could feel his fingers digging into your hips as he pulled you backwards into him each time, too. And listening to him let out low, deep groans as he fucked into you was quickly sending you headlong into an orgasm you knew was going to hit you hard.

You could feel it as he pulled you up and back into his chest, bucking up into you as he wrapped an arm across your chest, the other falling between your legs as his rubbed rough figured 8's onto your clit- the overstimulation making it harder for you not to fall limp on the bed, and had it not been for Chan's arms, you would've.

One of your hands gripped around his wrist on the arm across your body, taking his hand and moving it to the base of your neck, the other reaching behind you both, around the back of his neck as he continued to thrust, panting heavily into your neck.

"Are you close?" he grunted, enjoying the feeling of your body pressed tightly against his as your hand fell to his ass, grabbing a handful.

You nodded quickly, dropping your head back onto his shoulder, "So close, baby, I'm so close." You whimpered as he gently tightened his hand around your throat, as the knot in your stomach quickly tightened. "Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

Chan's hips faltered for a moment, feeling you clench around him before he picked up the same pace, letting your throat go and grabbing your chin to make you look at him. "Cum for me then, babygirl." He demanded, "You've been such a good girl for me- my pretty little whore." He brushed your lips with his as your walls tightened around him again.

You cried out, letting him silence the sound with his mouth on yours as you finally came, ears ringing as the pleasure overtook you as he continued roughly thrusting into you, letting you ride it out until his hips stopped and he spilled inside you only moments later, panting heavily as he let go of your jaw and pulled his hand from your core.

He held you against his chest as you both tried to catch your breaths, bodies sticky with sweat from the heat between you both.

You felt his lips at the base of your neck after brushing your hair to the side, "You okay?" He asked, adjusting you both as he pulled out.

You whimpered softly at the oversensitivity, but nodded, "Perfect, you?" You asked, turning to look at him as he stood from the bed.

He grinned down at you, a tired expression on his face, "Never been better."

You barely huffed a chuckle, slowly moving to put your feet on the floor to stand too. "Shower?"

Chan didn't reply, only held his hand out to you, helping you stand on wobbly feet before following you to the bathroom. He looked at you, an amused look in his eyes as you stood slightly unsteadily as you turned the shower on, waiting for the water to get hot. "You sure you're doing okay?" He teased.

You glanced back at him, splashing a small handful of water towards him as you stuck your tongue out at him. "I'm probably going to be a little sore in the morning, but yeah, I'm fine."

He nodded as you turned back around, his eyes shamelessly raking over the naked expanse of your body as you paid him no mind. His heart felt full, having you home with him again, and even though the distance was tough and sometimes painfully hard, in this moment, he felt like it was worth it.

He hadn't realized that you'd finally turned back to look at him, ready to tell him the shower was ready. You caught his eyes, your brows pinching together in question as he just stared at you still.

"What?" You asked finally, the word spoken so softly, it was almost drowned out by the stream of water behind you.

He took the two steps between you both, hand coming to rest gently on your waist and smiled down at you- a look of pure love and adoration in his eyes as you tilted your head up to look him in the eyes. "I’m just so happy you’re home again. I love you." Was all he offered in response before he gently pressed his lips down to yours in a chaste kiss.

You sighed into the kiss, smiling as you both pulled away, "And I love you. Not to ruin your sappy love moment though, but can we get into the shower now? I, uhm, have your cum coming down my thighs." You said softly, cheeks slightly darkening before Chan let out a quiet laugh and nodded, letting you go before slapping your ass as you climbed into the shower.

You yelped at the sudden contact, spinning to playfully glare at him as he followed behind you, pulling the shower curtain closed, "Really?"

“It was right there,” He sent you a cheeky grin and shrugged just barely, "Couldn't resist."

#bang chan au #stray kids x reader #bang chan x reader #bang chan smut #stray kids smut #chan smut #chan x female reader #chan x you #stray kids fluff #stray kids imagine #chan fic #stray kids fic #chan x y/n #chan fluff #stray kids drabbles #chan drabbles

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Surprise Guest Star

Summary: Actress Wanda has to record a short makeup tutorial/interview for Vogue, but while doing so a certain redhead makes an appearance

Authors note: I know absolutely nothing about make up or get ready with me type of things lol, so hopefully this all sounds right

Authors note 2.0: Hopefully I did your idea justice @aliearte (I'm sorry its so short 😭)

Word count: 622 Marvel Masterlist Works Without Reader Masterlist

Wanda situates a small camera on her vanity before making sure she has everything she needs. Satisfied she has everything she sits down and presses the record button.

“Hi Vogue, Wanda Maximoff here to walk you through one of my favorite looks. But first it's important to do some skin prep”

She starts to walk her fans through the proper steps, making sure to mention each product she uses by name along with how long she's used it and how it benefits her skin before she moves onto the next product and step.

Honestly, she feels a little self conscious doing this for an audience to enjoy, as she knows she tends to make some odd faces while applying things. But she supposes that a little bit of light hearted teasing wouldn’t be a bad thing.

“Okay, now we’re ready for the actual makeup part” she chuckles, “And hopefully I’ll pull it off without embarrassing myself”

She starts off with her foundation, again being sure to once again mention the product by name along with why she likes it as she applies it. Next she moves onto her concealer and repeats the process. This continues for several minutes as she goes through the various steps of her routine until she's ready to move on to her eye makeup.

“I’m going for a bit of a smokey eye look today” she explains, refraining from adding that she's doing so because Natasha goes absolutely wild for it.

She continues on, telling her fans what brands she uses as she starts appling and pretty soon she's so focused that she doesn’t even register the faint sound of keys jingling in the distance. Meaning she also doesn’t register Natashas footsteps as the redhead makes her way back towards the bedroom

“Hey detka(baby)” she greets as she enters, oblivious to what she had just interrupted. She doesn’t even register the camera as she wraps her arms around Wanda and places a kiss against her lips

Wanda can’t help the large grin that takes over her features now that Nat is there, “Hi dorogoy(sweetheart), I missed you today”

But before Nat can say anything in response she notices the small blinking red light, indicating that her girlfriend had been in the middle of filming something, “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

Natasha takes a step back, intent on giving the brunette time and space to finish up whatever she had been doing, but Wanda had immediately missed the warmth of her presence and had quickly grabbed a hold of her hand to prevent her from retreating further

“You aren’t interrupting, I can finish this up after I see you”

Nat gives her a sheepish smile, “But I’m in your footage now, which means you’ll have to do some editing before sending it off to them”

“Or, I could always just leave it in. Let all my fans see my beautiful girlfriend”

“You don’t have to do that” she stresses, trying her best to ignore the way her cheeks were burning at just the mere thought of everyone finally knowing they were together

“I know I don’t have to, but I want to” she reassures, “I’d love for everyone to know who has my heart”

Natasha feels her heart swell as she sees the sincerity in her girlfriend's eyes, “You're sure? I mean, I doubt everyone will be happy with the news”

“I’m happy with you. So I don’t care what anyone else thinks. Well, anyone other than you of course”

“I’m happy with you too, and I don’t care what they might think either. I love you”

Wanda smiles, “I love you too, and in a few days, everyone will know just how much.”

#natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #wandanat #wanda x natasha #wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff #marvel #fanfic #marvel fanfiction

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This Is Fate

This is my new Evan Buckley imagine and I am hoping to make it into a series. I'm really happy with this one and I would love to know what you all think and if you would like more parts. Enjoy,

Evan Buckley Masterlist

Summary: Eddie is surprised when his little sister comes to LA and asks to stay with him. She needs a fresh start, a break away from everything back home, and her ex. When she meets the team, Evan takes a special interest in her.

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"Is Eddie home?"

(Y/n) didn't bother to try and smile. She didn't put on the brave face she had been practising on the ride down here. She didn't stand tall or square her shoulders or try and look the image of calm and collected like she hoped to when she thought about coming down here.

She knew she looked a mess.

Her jumper was hanging off her shoulders, being two sizes too big for her small frame. Her arms were bound around her chest to try and stop herself from shaking. Her lips were chapped and bloodied from where she had picked and bitten them over the past week out of nervous habit. If anyone looked at her hands they would see she had bitten off most of her nails and her thumbs were raw from where she'd started biting the skin too.

She looked windswept with disshevelled hair and dried tears swiped across her cheeks. And with a subtle trembling set in her bones, she looked almost hypothermic.

This was the right house; (Y/n) knew it. She recognised her brother's signature truck in the drive. And when she leaned to look around the kindly woman in the doorway and peered into the hall, she saw the pictures hanging around the walls. Eddie and Chris, scattered throughout the house. She was at the right address.

"I'll go get him for you."

When the woman turned and headed back inside, (Y/n) let out the breath she had been holding in and tried to smile.

That had to be Carla. The woman Eddie talked about a lot who helped look after Chris when he was at work.

There had been a look in her eyes, a small sense of familiarity and (Y/n) guessed Carla recognised her from one or two of the pictures Eddie had about the house. She just didn't know or realise who (Y/n) was now she was here in the flesh.

"Who is it?" Eddie finished his mouthful of pasta and wiped his mouth on his sleeve before he pushed up from the table.

Who was at the door? He wasn't expecting anyone and he couldn't think who it could be. What young women did he know who didn't work at the station or at Chris's school? It couldn't be anyone from the school coming round at teatime and if it was, Carla would have recognised them.

Just as Eddie stood up from the table, Chris hopped down and sped out the kitchen first to find out who was at the door. His interest was peaked at having a stranger at the door.

"Chris-" A shiver rolled down Eddie's spine and he cringed when Chris let out an excited scream. Who on Earth had turned up tonight?

"Auntie (Y/n)!"

Adrenaline coursed through Eddie's stomach and he hurried up when he heard Chris. (Y/n) was here? His youngest sister? Why was she in LA? Why hadn't she told him she was coming down? Eddie would have picked her up from wherever she arrived in town, he would have made the house look a bit tidier. He and Chris would have come to get her and shown her around and gone out for tea if they knew she was coming down.

He watched with wide eyes and a growing smile when Chris barrelled over to the front door and latched his arms around (Y/n)'s waist. He burrowed his head into her abdomen and clung to her like a monkey, still screaming excitedly into her stomach.

Out of all three of Eddie's sisters, (Y/n) was the one he was closest to and she was the one who had the best connection with Chris. It had been extremely hard on them both to leave (Y/n) back in Texas. And when (Y/n) moved, she moved closer to LA but she was still over an hour's drive from them.

Eddie could handle leaving his parents and his two other sisters, but he didn't want to leave his youngest sibling who he had taken care of all his life.

It had broken Chris's heart to know that his aunt would no longer be ten minutes away.

"Hey buddy- oh, you've grown so much." (Y/n) couldn't keep the tears from falling down her face, both from joy out of seeing Chris, and pain from how tightly he clung to her.

"You're here!"

"I thought I'd surprise my boys," (Y/n) leaned her head down and pressed hundreds of kisses against the top of Chris's hair until he was squealing and squirming against her. She held him tighter and willed herself not to burst into tears but as soon as she lifted her head and looked at Eddie, the waterworks started again.

"Alright, my turn. Chris, go finish dinner with Carla while I help auntie (Y/n) in please." Eddie gently turned Chris around in the other direction and gave him a nudge. (Y/n) wasn't going anywhere and Chris could cling to her and tell her everything that had been going on as soon as he'd finished his dinner and Eddie had the chance to hug his sister for himself.

Once Chris toddled off into the dining room, clapping his hands along the way, Eddie turned back to face (Y/n). He smiled brightly down at her and gasped when she flung her arms around his neck and reeled him in for a hug.

"I can't believe you're here. Why didn't you tell me you were coming down?" He kissed the side of her head and deadlocked his arms around her waist. But he could feel the smile fading from his face when he felt how badly she was shaking.

His hand planted down in the middle of her back and he tensed up the longer she held onto him without the intention of letting go.

Panic surged through him when he felt her tears soaking into his shoulder and Eddie started to realise she wasn't crying out of happiness, at least not anymore. And his eyes darted down to the doorstep in front of him and he could feel a new surge of panic igniting in his stomach.

Two cases.

That was more baggage than just a flying visit. Why had she turned up with all her belongings? Why didn't she call him? What had happened that he didn't know about?

"(Y/n), what's wrong? Why all the bags?" Eddie's hand pressed firmer into the middle of (Y/n)'s back when she tightened her arms around his neck and refused to pull away or look up at him. He didn't like this. Eddie never liked it when any of his sisters were upset or panicked. With their dad working away so much, Eddie had been the man of the house and he had always been the one his sisters went to with a problem they needed him to sort out.

He protected all of them.

He kept his left arm bound tight around her waist and he reached his right hand out to grab her cases. He dragged one inside and did the same with her other bag before he shuffled back with (Y/n) still in his arm so he could shut the door.

(Y/n) stayed limp and easily moveable, letting Eddie guide her through into the living room instead of standing in the hallway. But she started to shake when he finally leaned back and gripped her chin. He tilted her head up so they were finally looking at each other and when his thumb swiped across her cheek to brush away a tear, (Y/n) felt a whimper bubbling past her lips.

"C-can I stay with you, just f-for a while. Please?" Her hands unhooked from Eddie's neck and she let him hold her elbows and guide her to sit down in the armchair.

Once she was sat down, Eddie perched on the coffee table in front of her and rested his elbows on his knees as he leaned forward and arched his back out. His hand dragged across his jaw and down his chin while he nodded and tried to keep a calm expression on his face. His eyes kept wandering across to the dining room. Whatever (Y/n) was going to tell him clearly wasn't something good or anything she wanted Chris to overhear.

Eddie got the feeling that (Y/n) didn't even want to tell him what was going on and that hurt. She never had a problem talking to him about anything, but there was something in her eyes that told him this was harder than ever.

"You know you can always stay with me and Chris, you don't have to ask. What's going on? You didn't call, I could have come and got you… has something happened?"

(Y/n) tangled her hands and clenched her fingers together as tight as she could until they started to ache and burn.

"You, um, you know I said I was seeing someone, while I was staying with Chrissy?"

It was no secret that a little while after Eddie left Texas, (Y/n) had moved away too. She had gone to stay with their sister Chrissy who lived closer to LA than she did to Texas. It had been good to get away from home and have a fresh start, and (Y/n) had met someone while she was there.

Her eyes danced down to stare at Eddie's knees but she saw the way they tensed and how his hands curled into fists between his thighs.

"Did he try to hurt you?"

Eddie was wary of anyone each of his sisters got involved with. He didn't hate them right away, but he was cautious. He didn't want anyone to walk right in and think they could hurt the most important people in Eddie's life who he had raised since childhood.

He wasn't too thrilled this time that he knew nothing about the guy (Y/n) had been seeing. He didn't even know his name. All he knew was that (Y/n) had met someone and seemed to be happy with him. No photos, no pictures, no family get togethers where he tagged along. The relationship seemed fairly new so Eddie hadn't asked many questions or probed too deeply into it.

Something told him that maybe he should have. Perhaps he should have asked (Y/n) a little more about this guy and tried to make more of an effort. But (Y/n) wasn't a teenager or a little girl anymore, Eddie had to step back at some point even if he didn't want to.

"Not exactly… Eddie he scares me." Tears flushed (Y/n)'s face and her hands began to tremble in her lap until Eddie leaned across to hold them.

"Why?" He didn't understand. What kind of sense was Eddie supposed to make out of that?

"He was so nice at first, but he, I don't know… he got controlling, I think he was tracking my phone. He knew every move I made, he kept asking me to move away with him. I tried to end it but he kept coming round and he followed me home from work a few times too."

(Y/n) almost felt stupid for the way she was acting.

He had been kind. He was sweet and caring and loving and everything she thought she wanted in a partner. But (Y/n) didn't want someone to be checking every move she made. She didn't want to feel boxed in and she certainly didn't want to move as quickly as he did. Less than two months with him and he wanted her to move in with him. He even talked about marriage when (Y/n) knew him less than a year.

She wasn't ready for that and saying no to him was like talking to a brick wall. Her words seemed to bounce back and hit her in the face and he just pretended like she hadn't spoken at all.

He would worm his way back to her, attach himself to her and kiss her and engulf her and overload her until she changed her mind because it was easier to give in than stand up to him.

"Where is he now? Has he threatened you… (Y/n) you know you can tell me, leaving home in the middle of the night isn't like you."

She felt stupid. She felt stupid for leaving so suddenly as if her ex had been physical with her. His threats weren't like normal, obsessive threats. He didn't say he would hurt her if she left or he would always find her or get her back. He kept saying fate would bring her back to him and she could try all she liked, but she wasn't going to get far.

He scared her rather than threatened her and with how calm and placid he was, it just made things even worse. Not once had her ex hit her or pushed her or gave her a mark on her body that wasn't a simple love bite. He never became physical and during arguments he rarely even raised his voice at her. But he scared the living daylights out of her.

"I told him it was over, but he just said he'd be back for me soon, I don't know what he meant by that. Eddie I need to get away from him, I… oh God, promise you won't be mad at me or freak out, please?" (Y/n) dragged her fingers through her hair as more tears started to cascade down her face.

She hadn't told anyone yet.

"Why would I freak out?"

Adrenaline bubbled to life in Eddie's stomach and shot up through his chest. What was she going to tell him that would freak him out?

He leaned back and straightened his shoulders while his hands moved to rub up and down his knees to stay calm and collected. His lips pressed into a thin line and his eyes stayed concentrated on his sister, waiting for her to tell him what the next problem was.

When her hands moved to her jumper, Eddie panicked. He thought she was about to lift up her shirt and show him black and blue bruises littering her skin. He thought he would see scars or broken ribs or dried blood or some sort of injury that told him he had to find this guy and beat him to a pulp. He feared what his sister had been through and what kind of torment someone had dared to put her through.

He wasn't expecting a baby bump.

(Y/n) bit down on her lower lip so harshly it began to bleed again and her fingers trembled as she pulled her jumper up near her bra. She hadn't told anyone she was pregnant. She couldn't tell Chrissy, she would go straight to their parents. (Y/n) couldn't tell their parents because they would be disappointed or try to get involved and tell her she needed to marry this guy. And she didn't want to marry him.

Eddie was the only one (Y/n) could trust who wouldn't freak out, get angry with her or try to tell her what to do. He married Shannon because she was pregnant, but that had been easier. Eddie had been in love with her, marriage was something he wanted. For (Y/n), marriage to someone this pent up and controlling wasn't what she wanted. No matter how desperate her ex was to have her back and marry her.

"How- how far along? Does he know?" Eddie rubbed his hand across his jaw and let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in.

He would expect this from Chrissy. He always expected her to be the one to get into a strange relationship and have a baby. He didn't think (Y/n) would be caught up in a situation like this and it hurt. Eddie should have kept up better contact with her, called and visited her more often and protected her from something like this.

"Nineteen weeks, I think. I can't tell him, Eddie he'll never let me go, ma will want me to marry him and I- I can't-"

"Hey, hey calm down." When Eddie cupped her face in his hands, a tidal wave of tears streamed down her face as she hiccupped and tried to breathe. "I won't let anything like that happen, I promise. Just tell me what you want to do and I'll help you."

"I wanna d-do this on my own, without him. Here in LA, a new start."

(Y/n) wanted her baby. She had nothing against abortions, but that wasn't what she wanted. She was pregnant and she was going to have this baby, despite what her parents were going to think or what her ex was going to try and do.

He didn't know and that was what she wanted. He had no idea about her family or where her big brother lived or what he did for a living. (Y/n) could find a job easy here in LA. She could find herself a place nearby and be around Eddie and their Tia and Abuela and she could be surrounded by family and make new friends up here.

She could raise this baby on her own with her family and that was what she wanted to do. She just needed a little help.

Eddie was always telling her how good it was here, how Chris loved it and they had new friends and a great work family. (Y/n) thought she could make a life for herself here with her brother and family. His work family could become her new family here, Eddie always said how they were looking out for him and Chris and helping them any way they could.

"You can stay here as long as you want, Chris might not let you leave. And I'll make sure that creep doesn't find you, I won't let him near you."

Reaching out, (Y/n) curled her hands around Eddie's wrist and brought his hand to her lap. She ran her thumb across the back of his hand and managed to smile a little. "Can I ask another favour?"

"Anything."

"Don't tell ma or papi, not yet. Once I'm settled and sorted, I'll explain… I just can't deal with that hassle right now."

(Y/n) knew what their parents would do and say. They would try and get (Y/n) to come home. They would fret and try to talk her out of this, tell her to go back home to them and start fresh there or find her ex and talk things through with him.

They wouldn't be pleased to know (Y/n) was going to try and raise a child on her own when her ex was out there somewhere, unaware what was happening and perfectly happy to raise a child with her.

But this was her choice. She had chosen to come down here and (Y/n) wanted to stay. She wasn't here for a vacation. This was a fresh start, a chance for (Y/n) to try and make a better life and be with her family. She wanted to make new memories and a new life for herself and be happy here with her family.

She kept her eyes focused on Eddie's hand, but her smile softened when she felt him lean forward. He cupped the back of her head as gently as possible and leaned over so he could kiss the top of her head.

"I'll explain everything to them when you're ready." He would rather be the one to talk to their parents. He could always talk them down and they wouldn't argue this as much if they knew Eddie was on (Y/n)'s side and doing everything he could to look after her. "Come on, let's go have something to eat."

***

"So, will you introduce me to everyone?"

When Chris squeezed her hand, (Y/n) felt her smile brighten and she leaned her head on top of his when he pressed his cheek against her arm. His free hand curled around her arm and clung to her tighter as if he thought she was about to disappear.

He had barely left her side since she turned up in LA last week. It was as if Chris didn't truly believe that (Y/n) was in town to stay, he thought at any given moment she was going to get up and leave.

Every morning so far, Chris had burst into the spare room to wake (Y/n) up, making sure she hadn't disappeared during the night. And when Eddie was at work, like today, (Y/n) went and collected Chris from school and looked after him. It gave Eddie and Carla a break and gave (Y/n) something to do until her new job got lined up.

Eddie had put in a good word for her at the call centre and her interview went extremely well. She was going to be on the 911 calls in a week or two.

"Yeah. Bobby lets me ride in the truck sometimes." Chris tugged on (Y/n)'s hand and guided her into the station. He pointed at the trucks and weaved between them with (Y/n) hurrying to keep up with his strides.

"That's the Captain, right?"

"Yep. Dad!" He swung their hands between them and looked around the station for Eddie. He smiled brightly when (Y/n) kissed the top of his head and moved her free hand to his shoulder, clinging to him as he took her towards the stairs.

"Buddy, what're you doing here?"

"It's uncle Buck! He's the best." Chris stuck his thumb in his mouth and grinned when he watched Evan jog down the stairs towards them with a wide grin and his arms stretched out.

(Y/n) couldn't breathe. All the air got caught up in her chest as a lump formed in her throat and her eyes welled up with tears. She could feel her heart pounding against her chest so harsh she thought her ribs were going to fracture. And when her pulse thudded in her ears, it was all she could hear and feel as her skin pulsed and throbbed.

Before she knew what was happening, all the blood drained down to her feet and her eyes rolled back in her head that felt like it was pumped full of helium.

"Eddie get down here!"

"Dad!" Chris let go of (Y/n)'s hand when her head flopped forward until her chin was tucked into her chest and she started to drop. He watched her knees cave in but his faltering smile paused when Evan rushed forward to grab her. He watched Evan hook his arms around (Y/n)'s waist and let her fall into his chest, saving her from a harsh fall to the floor like he was a knight in shining armour.

Evan darted his eyes around before he carefully stepped closer and went down on his knees, easing the girl in his arms down along with him. Once he was on the ground, Evan carefully turned her around so her back was slumped into his chest and he reached his hand down to cup her chin and tilt her head back on his shoulder.

"What's going on? Buck what happened?" Panic flooded Eddie's voice as he bolted down the stairs and jumped down the last three to rush across the station floor. He reached inside the back of the open ambulance and swiped a medic bag before he made a beeline for his family.

He watched Chris flop down on the floor, his thumb still hidden between his teeth out of anxious habit while his eyes focused on Evan and (Y/n).

Eddie knelt down beside them, briefly ruffling Chris's hair to try and calm him down before he looked down at his sister. She was laid motionless in Evan's arms, slumped down and breathing fast and shallow.

"She- she just fainted, is that normal? Is this your sister?" Evan curved his right arm around her chest and began smoothing his knuckles up and down her sternum to try and apply pressure and bring her back round.

"Yeah, yeah this is (Y/n)."

Eddie kissed Chris's cheek and patted his back before he nudged his son to gently ask him to shuffle back a few paces.

"(Y/n)? Are you back with me?" Shuffling around in the medic bag, Eddie found a blood pressure cuff and slid it up her right arm. He set her hand down on his thigh and brushed his thumb across the back of her hand for a few seconds.

Her head was starting to move from side to side on Evan's shoulder and her fingers started to twitch and clench.

Lifting his gaze, Eddie glanced across at Evan and when their eyes locked, Evan tried to smile politely as he reached down for (Y/n)'s shirt and gently pulled it back down over her stomach from where it had ridden up. Evan sat her forwards and let Eddie take over and have her lean up against him instead.

"Chris, why don't we go get (Y/n) a drink?" Evan waved his hand across at Chris and stood up, letting Chris take his hand and guide him towards the stairs. It would be best to give them both a moment to talk and let Eddie calm her down if she was going to panic. And after collapsing, she could probably use a drink to boost her back up.

"Alright, BP's a little high, nothing worrying." Eddie spoke to himself as he slipped off the cuff and found a heart rate monitor which he clipped onto her index finger. "Hey, there we go." He relaxed a little when (Y/n)'s eyes began to flutter and she tried to focus in on him.

Her hand bashed around shakily until she found Eddie's hand and she gripped as tightly as she could muster. Her head was starting to pulse and throb like she had been whacked and knocked out and her heart was going haywire in her chest.

"What happened?" Eddie watched her eyes dart around and for a second he thought she was looking for someone. But when her gaze settled back on him, she relaxed against him and seemed to melt.

"I- I just went dizzy, I'm okay." (Y/n) gave Eddie's hand a squeeze and tried to muster up a smile. She wasn't sure what came over her. She blacked out quicker than she ever had before, but she felt okay. She wasn't in any sort of danger or hurt in any way, and she had blacked out at the right place.

"Why don't we go sit down? You don't usually pass out very often." Eddie moved so he was crouching in front of her and held his hands out until (Y/n) gratefully took them.

She let him pull her up and leaned into his chest when Eddie curved one arm around her waist and kept his other hand tangled with hers for added support. (Y/n) tilted her head into his shoulder and followed his direction towards the locker room. He wasn't so sure (Y/n) would get up the stairs into the kitchen right now when she was shaking and had only just come back round.

Eddie would rather get (Y/n) sat down in the locker room and make sure she was back to feeling herself before risking moving anywhere else. He still didn't know why she had passed out. He didn't know whether (Y/n) hadn't eaten a lot today, whether she just felt unwell or if it was something to do with the baby. He wanted to keep an eye on her for the time being.

"Are you sure you feel okay?" Eddie moved his hand to her shoulder when she slumped down on the bench and braced her hands on her knees. The way she tilted her head back on his arm and smiled tiredly yet sweetly up at him calmed down one of his many nerves.

"Just lightheaded, I'm sorry."

"Don't be, just stay here a minute while I get Chris and find you a drink, okay?"

(Y/n) nodded and when she felt Eddie kiss her temple, she let her eyes fall closed and started to rake her hands up and down her legs to try and liven herself up a little. She would have to apologise to Chris, she had probably scared him.

Her hand moved to drag through her hair, brushing it back behind her ears and out of her eyes as she took deep, calming breaths.

"I hope you didn't collapse because of me."

Tremors rattled through (Y/n)'s bones until she was trembling back and forth on the bench. Her blood ran cold and disappeared down to her toes as her fingertips went numb and she could barely feel her nails piercing through her leggings into her thighs.

She didn't want to look. She didn't want to turn and look over her shoulder at the owner of that voice she knew she had heard before. But she didn't have to. He walked around until he was stood in front of her, arms casually folded over his chest and his shoulders pushed back into the lockers so he was slanted at an angle.

"Evan." His name fell from her lips in a whisper that he could barely hear, but it made his lips curl into the purest smile (Y/n) had ever seen. And it made her stomach churn.

"Nice to see you too, babe." His hands clenched over his biceps and his head tilted to the side as his eyes stayed focused on (Y/n). He could see she was barely able to catch a proper breath and her eyes were blown so wide there was no colour left in them, just black holes that went on for miles.

"Why… why're you here?"

"Me? I work here. Question is what're you doing here? Last time I checked, you didn't live in LA." Evan pushed off the lockers and took a step closer which caused (Y/n) to lean back and tilt her head up to stay focused on him.

He never told her he lived in LA either. She knew he wasn't from Chrissy's hometown. She knew he was only visiting while he was off sick from his job. But he never said he was a fireman. He told her he worked for the emergency services, but never which department and it never came up because he was recovering from multiple leg surgeries. He hadn't been at work.

Evan never told her where he worked, where he originally lived or the nickname everyone called him. If she'd of known, she wouldn't have come down to stay with Eddie.

If she knew her brother's best friend was the person she was trying to get away from, she would have risked going back home to Texas and faced their parents.

She had landed herself right in the middle of Hell by coming here.

"Did you… was… was this on purpose? Did you always know, about Eddie?" Tears pooled in (Y/n)'s eyes but she couldn't find it in herself to begin crying. She had cried so much about Evan and this whole situation. Crying in front of him didn't feel right and she didn't have the willpower to do it.

She just wanted to go home.

Had he always known? Had he known from the moment he met her that she was Eddie's little sister? Is that why he was so keen on staying in a relationship with her and making this obsession work?

"Finding out I'd fallen for Eddie's little sister was a bonus." He scratched his hand across his jaw and took another three steps forward until he was stood between (Y/n)'s legs. Towering over her like a skyscraper. "This is fate, baby girl."

He hadn't planned anything. He fell for her and once he found out her last name, everything clicked and it made things even better. He had fallen for his best friend's younger sister. And Evan wasn't letting her disappear from him again. She wasn't leaving him when they had a connection, when they had something special that Evan wasn't giving up on.

He knew what they had was what he wanted. Why could everyone else find love and relationships and stick together and start families, but not Evan? Why wouldn't it work for him?

Well, not this time.

This time, Evan was taking control. He had something with (Y/n) and he wasn't letting it go because she was scared to be with him and face that this was special. Evan believed in fate, and he believed that this was a sign. This is what he'd been praying for, and he wasn't letting it go so easily.

(Y/n) could feel the panic dwelling up in her chest and taking over her body when Evan leaned forward. She wasn't sure where his hands were going, but while one hand moved to rest beside her hip on the bench, a chill tore through her when his other hand curved over her stomach.

He knew. He knew what she had tried to hide from him. He knew why she had come down to LA in the vain hope that if he went back to Chrissy's, he wouldn't find (Y/n) there and wouldn't find out she was pregnant.

His thumb glided across her stomach and when he looked down, his smile would of made (Y/n) melt if this situation were any different.

"And now I know you're pregnant, and I can see from that look on your face that it's mine."

(Y/n) wanted to cry when Evan leaned down and kissed her. She wanted to cry for every emotion he's made her feel and every way he'd screwed with her thoughts and emotions and controlled everything she tried to do. She wanted to cry for the baby she had tried to protect and keep safe from him.

But (Y/n) never truly believed she would keep this from him. She had a gut feeling that Evan would find out sooner or later, some way or another. She knew he would find out she was having his baby. And once he knew, he wasn't going to let her go.

And she couldn't stop the way she curled her hand around his wrist when he swiped his tongue across her lips and into her mouth and he bit her lip, devouring every breath she tried to take.

"Don't think for one second that I'm gonna let you keep them from me. This is our baby, you're not doing this without me."

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Echoplex (One-Shot)

This is a oneshot from LIAUN Series (Masterlist here)

Wordcount: 2,3k

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Warnings: +18 MDNI, SMUT, teasing, sex (p in v, no protection), oral sex, cursing words, etc.

A/N: I wrote this a while ago while writing the chapters of love is an unfamiliar name (still 2 more chapters to go), i didn’t like it at first but anyway i decided to give it a chance haha. Considering the upcoming chapter 8 will be quite sad, let smooth things with a smut one 😜

Btw it fits somewhere between chapters 6 and 7 but can be read as a one shot on it’s own.

You jetted off to LA on Monday night. Since you and Pedro hadn't met before your departure, you kept exchanging messages. Back at home in your satin sleep dress, feeling gorgeous, you decided to send him a selfie lounging on your sofa with the caption: Movie night. Wish you were here 💔

Almost immediately, you heard the notification sound. It was Pedro. His response was, "Don't you tease me like that baby." Smiling and feeling a rush of heat, you replied with a picture in front of the mirror, the dress slipping from your arms, revealing the curves of your breasts, and the caption, "Or what? Gonna make me pay? 😇"

Forgetting that Pedro preferred calling over texting, you were surprised when he video-called as you returned to the sofa. He was eager to see you, and you wanted him right then and there.

"Oh my god... this looks perfect on you," he said mischievously, then added, "It makes me wonder so much about what's underneath it—why the fuck do you do this?"

"Well, I can show you if you want," you replied with a naughty smile.

"I do, baby... I really do want to see—fuck," his smile faded. "Baby, I have to answer this; it's my manager. I'll be right back."

"Okay," you muttered, frustration taking over as you sank back onto the sofa, scrolling through your Mubi main screen.

Ten minutes turned into twenty, but there was still no call from Pedro. You decided to watch Bowie's Labyrinth, a movie that always made you feel at home.

Nearly two hours later, Pedro finally called, his excitement palpable through the phone. "I've got a fantastic project opportunity," he exclaimed while you listened, intrigued and staring at the screen. "Sorry for the delay in getting back to you, baby. I had to sort a few things out."

"It's alright," you replied, feeling drowsy. "I understand we can't ignore a manager's call."

"Well, the good news is I can make it up to you in person," he teased, causing you to melt a little inside. "Are you free on Thursday?"

"I'll be working on some mixes in my studio, but you're welcome to stop by. I’ve seen you working much more than I’d like; now you can watch me do my thing," you said with a smile.

"I'd love to," he responded eagerly. His enthusiasm was endearing, and you couldn't help but bite your lower lip in anticipation; you couldn’t wait to see him in person.

On Thursday morning, anxiety enveloped you as you meticulously organized your home, ensuring everything was precisely in place. Seeking distraction, you headed to the studio on the other side of your yard to begin mixing a song you were producing. A few hours later, Pedro arrived, bringing your favorite coffee in a thermal cup along with a pack of peanut butter M&Ms.

Engrossed in conversation throughout your mixing session, you were captivated by Pedro's curiosity and respect for your work. You knew that for someone not directly involved in music production, watching someone tinker with synthesizers and create sounds could be quite boring.

"You're like some kind of witch with this whole hocus pocus thing," he marveled, seated in front of you.

Walking over to him, clad in a tank top and sweatpants, your inner music nerd emerged as you explained, "It's not that complicated; I just piece things together and tweak transitions. I'm not sure if it's good yet; I'll have Tim take a look tomorrow."

Pedro rose, drawing nearer to you, his hands gently tracing your face. "Sometimes, a simple 'thank you' is enough when receiving a compliment babe," he whispered, planting a kiss on your forehead, leaving you feeling a bit sheepish.

"I'm sorry, thank you," you murmured.

"No need to apologize, mami," he reassured, cupping your face to kiss you tenderly. Chuckling at the new nickname, you kissed him slowly, feeling the desire building as he lifted you onto the wooden part of the mixing table. Craving his touch, you pulled him closer, kissing his neck and sensing his longing for you as well. While trying to position you on the table and removing his shirt, his hands accidentally slipped, nudging some buttons.

"Careful, man! This is some expensive shit," you cautioned between kisses as your hands fumbled.

"Sorry," he responded, stepping back. "Don't be mad at me, but I'd love to fuck you right here on this table, like right now." You felt a surge of conflicting desires—a battle between primal urges and rational thoughts raging in your mind. Drawing nearer to kiss you again, you reciprocated, feeling his intensity.

"I want you to fuck me now," you confessed, beginning to remove your top.

"Leave it," he instructed, laying you back on the table, as your primal instincts won this round. "Let's not rush," he whispered in your ear, kissing your neck, as you moaned softly, feeling him between your legs, yearning to shed your clothes.

In a frenzy, you attempted to reach for his pants, but he firmly grasped your hands and gently guided them back to the table.

"Come on," you pleaded in exasperation between kisses as he began to trail kisses along your collarbone, slipping a hand under your top to caress the softness of your breast. Sitting before him, his warm touch in the air-conditioned room momentarily stole your breath, causing you to gasp silently.

"We have no neighbors now, baby. I want to hear you; I know I haven't seen everything yet," he murmured, locking eyes with you as his hand continued to tease beneath your top. Your attempts to remove it were thwarted once more. "I told you to leave it," he gently reminded you, guiding your hands back to the table, leaving you burning with frustration inside.

"Seriously? This isn't some master and servant kinda shit," you snapped, annoyed.

"You can have your revenge next time," he whispered into your ear, his breath tickling your skin as he gently removed his hand from under the top and adjusted it on you, the fabric showing how stimulated you were. "These are your words, not mine." He said it ironically.

Frustrated and conceding defeat, you seethed, "I fuckin hate you," while he chuckled, slipping a hand inside your pants and teasing you slowly. Involuntarily, you parted your legs, moaning softly and closing your eyes as he continued to explore.

"Are you sure of that?" he inquired, his gaze fixed on you. "Cause your body is telling me otherwise... Or are you wet like this all the time?" You could see how he was enjoying his little torture session.

"Stop—ah—stop fucking teasing me," you protested, feeling a mix of pleasure and anger.

"One word is missing, baby. Where are your manners?" His voice dripped with lust as his touch alternated between pleasure and torment.

"Please," you mumbled, trying to resist the urge to give in completely.

"I know you can do it a bit louder; I almost didn't catch that," he taunted, quickening his movements before abruptly stopping, holding your jaw with his other hand. You couldn’t think straight anymore.

"Please... PLEASE… PLEASE DON'T STOP," you cried out of sudden, your hand gripping his arm as you bit your lower lip, urging him to continue. "Please, Pedro—please, baby, don't stop," you pleaded, a mixture of desperation and desire in your voice.

“I didn’t see that coming this fast,” he said, still holding your jaw with one hand, then kissing you as you moaned, grinding on him. Surprised and aroused by your response, he resumed his ministrations, and as the pleasure intensified, you could only whisper, "It feels so good... it feels so good—please," your plea trailing off. "Just like that—please keep going like that, baby," you urged, locking eyes with him as you kept moaning adrift in the moment.

"It's so beautiful to see you swallowing this pride of yours and begging like that," he remarked, cupping your face tenderly. "I'd do anything for you—fuck, you’re so wet—I want to hear you scream for me," he whispered in your ear, his words causing you to melt in his arms.

"You could start by letting me do what I want," you protested, a hint of playfulness in your tone. “What about that?”

"Today there's no negotiation," he laughed, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Really?" This time, you drew him closer and whispered, "Not even if I ask you nicely…”Taking his hand from inside your pants and gently sucking his fingers. “Please?”

Once again, he maintained control better than you. "Not today, baby," he reassured, planting kisses along your neck and holding your face tenderly. "Just lay down," he instructed, gently guiding you onto the table and slowly taking your pants off, though you felt a pang of worry as your knee knocked against something. As you settled into a comfortable position, a sudden intrusive thought crossed your mind: There goes a $10,000 synth.

Letting the tought aside, you longed for his touch as he focused on taking you to new heights, his attention focused between your tights. Gripping his hair, you let go of any concerns about the noise of your pleasure filling the room as you were fully immersed in the moment with him. It was just the two of you, lost in pleasure, clearly enjoying the experience.

As you finally screamed his name and struggled to maintain your balance, he crawled closer, pressing his lips to yours in a passionate kiss so you could taste yourself. He was so caught up in his own pleasure in between your legs that he didn't even notice you slipping off your top, the last piece of clothing remaining.

Drawing you closer, he whispered, "You're so perfect," his words a mix of adoration and desire as he gazed upon your exposed body, then kissing it as you tried to hold him closer. You wanted to feel him inside.

"Tell me something I don't know," you chuckled playfully.

"Your humility brings tears to my eyes," he teased, planting kisses on your breasts. Your hands roamed freely over his body, eliciting goosebumps from feeling him as he teased you before giving you what you wanted. Returning to kiss you, the sensation of him finally being inside you was fenomenal. Suddenly, your hand accidentally hit a button, causing a burst of bass sound that startled both of you, leading to shared laughter.

"I'm pretty sure I broke something this time," you fretted, concerned about the unexpected noise.

"Wanna go down?" he suggested, worried, ensuring he kept you close. You nodded in agreement, indicating the armchair where he had been seated.

Taking a seat, he maintained eye contact with you, holding you close. The desire burning in his eyes was a sight to behold as you gently pushed him back and cupped his face, a smile playing on your lips. "I want you inside again," you whispered almost inaudibly, your words filled with longing.

"Babe, please," he murmured in response as you trailed your fingers over his lips, settling on top of him to ensure you could move and fully feel him.

The way he gripped your hips left you with no control over your own movements; he was once again in charge after the brief moment of stillness you both shared. Your hands clung tightly to his back as one of his hands guided your hair gently, not forcefully, exposing your neck as you ground against him, feeling every inch filling you. Even the fact that he was controlling your movements didn’t bother you this time.

You wouldn’t let him know this easily, but he knew what he was doing. You loved to feel how harder he would grip you each time you moaned. His laughter ringing out, asking, "Does it feel good?" at every curse word that escaped your lips. How lovely he kissed your body, muttering “es tan rica” while hitting you firm but slowly. The way he touched you. How In those moments of almost silent, heavy breathing, your eyes locked in a wordless understanding as you both discovered the perfect rhythm.

The pleasure building within brought you to tears as you reached your climax. Right after hearing his voice calling out your name as he held you close tightly in his own moment of release, which felt so warm inside of you, a mix of cries, laughter, and trembling filled the room. Struggling to kiss him back, you felt his heavy breathing and sensed his shaking body as he rested his head against your chest, muttering words you couldn't quite make out.

Seeing his smile, you returned it, both of you trying to catch your breath in the aftermath. He tenderly kissed your chin as you held him close, both of you sweaty despite the air conditioner running. Without a word, you simply gazed into each other's eyes for a while, sharing smiles and kisses.

"If we keep this up, we could compete in Iron Man," you remarked with a chuckle.

"Sure," he agreed, clearly out of breath.

"You should quit smoking, old man," you teased, laughing. He shot you a playful yet judgmental look in response. "Don't give me that look; I’m aware of my glass ceiling," you defended yourself, a playful glint in your eyes.

“You destroyed me,” he laughed while kissing your breast, his beard tickling you and causing you to chuckle.

“Want to take a shower?” You asked shyly.

“Yes, we made a mess.” He adjusted your hair and kissed you, pulling you as close as he could.

“Consider yourself lucky because I’ve never had sex here,” you laughed.

“I’ll help you tidy things up,” he said, trying to be useful, “and we can check if everything is working because if it’s not, I—” You sensed his anxiety.

“Well, it’s nothing I can’t afford,” you said, kissing him. He just gave you a surprised look. “All I want is to have a shower and another round, if you’re up to it,” you teased.

“I think I can handle another one,” he smiled back at you.

"So, what are we waiting for?”

I can't believe that life's so complex

When I just want to sit here and watch you undress

This is love, this is love

That I'm feeling

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jangofettjamz · 5 months

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The Birthday Boy

Jenna Ortega x Autistic!Male!Reader

Summary: You finally get to celebrate your birthday for the first time, and with the one you love.

Words: 1552

Y/N POV

Today is my birthday. I've never really celebrated it; family never really bothered. Now that I'm older it just seemed more insignificant. No one to celebrate it with, and let's be honest and no one wants to celebrate it on their own.

Jenna was out working, I never told her when my birthday was because I didn't want to interrupt her filming schedule, she's already got enough on her plate she doesn't need to worry about getting me gifts for my birthday she has a career to grow.

I've turned 20 today; Jenna turning 21soon. 20 years feel a bit surreal not gonna lie, crazy to think it's been that long since I was born. I try not dwell on that to much, it'll just send me spiralling.

I do wish I had a good birthday though, the feeling of being celebrating. I know this may sound narcissistic, but I always wanted to be celebrated, have a day just about me. I wanted to feel like everyone could come together and show support for me even if it was just for one day, I never had that kind of love growing up so I'd like to know what that's like, though I doubt it'll happen.

My father never paid any attention to me growing up, saying I was too much of a hassle to put up with. You know you have a bad parent when they have to "put up" with you instead of loving you unconditionally, but hey beggars can't be choosers, right?

Me thinking about how life could've been was making me depressed so I decided to go out for breakfast, I got dressed and got the keys to my car and went out get food.

On the way there I get an incoming call from Jenna, thought she would've been busy this morning so this was a pleasant surprise. I answered but kept my eyes on the road.

"Hello darling, how'd you sleep" she asked, she knows I don't sleep well when she's gone.

"Um... I slept okay, probably could've got more sleep though. I'm just going to that Italian place we went to a month ago for some breakfast. How's shooting going" I asked, she's currently filming for her new movie 'death of a unincorn' with Paul Rudd.

"Filming's going great, Paul's really cool and I can't wait for you to meet him, he's knows you're a marvel fan too." She giggles mischievously, that little minx.

"Jenna why'd you say that." I whine feeling embarrassed.

"Aw babe, don't be shy he thinks you're really cool." She says reassuringly.

"Yeah sure he does" I say sarcastically, making her laugh. "Do you know when you'll be home?" I miss her dearly, I need to see her soon.

She let's out a sigh, I brace myself for bad news. "Sorry, sweet boy. I won't be back for another week." I let out sad sigh and a whine, I missed her alot.

"Hey, hey, don't be upset baby boy, I'll be home before you know it and we'll have so much fun together. The week will go by quick I promise." She cooed, she always knew what to say to put me at ease.

"Alright sweetie I have to go, drive safe for me and I'll see you very soon." She blew a kiss through the phone "I love you, sweetheart"

"I love you too, Jenna." We end the call and I continue my journey.

I arrive at the restaurant, this is gonna drain my social battery for today so I hope I don't have to to anyone that much, I just wanna get my food, eat then leave.

I ate my food peacefully, the staff were wonderful, definitely going there again for breakfast. I leave the restaurant and do some birthday shopping for myself, figured I may aswell treat myself to something nice for my "big day"; I sound miserable.

I'm pulled out of my thoughts when I feel my phone vibrate, a few text messages from some of my friends and cast mates from scream 5 and 6. I read them and I was shocked, how did they know...

Jasmin

Hey Y/N/N, hope you're having a lovely birthday. Can't wait you see you soon.

Devyn

Howdy stranger, happy birthday my love, you're 20! Hope you're doing well and I'll see you soon... very soon. 😈

Mikey

Looks like someone has a birthday today... AND YOU DIDNT TELL ME! HOW DARE YOU! Besides that betrayal I miss you so much Y/N, happy birthday my sweet.

Mason

Hey man, looks who's 20 years old! Happy birthday bud, hope you have a good one.👍

Melissa

Hey hey, it's the birthday boy! Happy birthday honey, you deserve the best birthday in the world. All the best from me and my husband.

Jack Quaid

Hey buddy, happy 20th birthday! I miss you alot pal, Karl and Antony send their birthday wishes too. Hope to see you soon, buddy.

I was shocked; flabbergasted even. How did they know, they couldn't have possibly...unless. I looked the last message, it was from Jenna, the mastermind behind this.

❤️Jenna❤

Hi baby boy, guess who found out when your birthday is! You never told me when it was but I asked around and viola! Happy birthday sweet boy, I promise we'll see each other very very soon. I love you so much, sweetheart.❤

That little minx... this is why I love her so much, I can't begin to express how much I love her and this just solidifies that. I sent her a message back saying I love her and continue to the mall.

But as I walk to the shopping mall I see three woman who look very familiar, they're wearing party hats too. No... no way... it can't be...

Jenna POV

The look on Y/N's face is priceless, he looked shocked, excited, and emotional at the same time. I think me, Jasmin and Devyn did good on surprising him.

"JENNA?!" He says with glassy eyes.

"C'mere sweetheart" I say and open my arms, he runs towards me and I wrap him in a tight hug.

"I missed you so much" he said while crying, he's such a cutie oh my god.

"Aww sweetie, I missed you too, so much honey. I've been tracking you on Life360 and we intercepted you here. Happy birthday my love, I know you don't like big crowds so I brought Devyn and Jasmin with me" they spoke up.

"Happy birthday, Y/N/N. It's so good to see you, I've missed you alot." Devyn says making him smile widely.

"It's been too long since we've seen you Y/N, how have you been?" Jasmin asks. He lifts his head from my neck and speaks.

"Better now that you guys are here, I haven't really been feeling the best since I've been on my own, I'm so glad you're here Jenna." I hold him and rub his back in comfort.

I want him to really enjoy his birthday today, I already have stuff waiting for him at home. I think he's gonna love it. "Let's go do some shopping and then we'll go home, I have a surprise for you." His eyes lit up and I kiss his cheeks.

- 2 hours later

Y/N drove behind me as we made our way back home. Jasmin and Devyn went home soon after we shopping. We park up to the driveway and he joins me at the front door.

"Close your eyes, birthday boy" I ask and he looks at me with caution.

"What are you planning now, Ortega?" He asks me; suspicion in his voice.

"Just close them silly" he obliged and I take his hand to guide him to his surprise. We reach the living room. "Okay, open your eyes sweetheart."

He opened them and is met with countless presents ranging from: action figures and Lego sets from their favourite franchise, new clothes, PC parts and much much more. I wanted to spoil him and make up for the 20 years of birthdays he missed out on. He looked like he was on the verge of tears.

"Jenna... is this all mine?" He asked, still not believing that he finally had a proper birthday.

"All yours, sweetness" I hug him as tight as I can, he cries into my shoulder out of, what I can only assume, happiness. "Don't cry honey, it's okay. That's all for you because I love you so so much, you deserve this my love, you deserve the world." I cooed softly.

"Thank you so much" he said through his cries.

"You're so welcome, my beautiful birthday boy." I say then kiss his forehead, cheeks and lips.

"Wait here, baby boy" I head into the kitchen and grab his cake. I light the candles and head back into the living room.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Y/N, happy birthday to you." I sing and he blows out his candles.

I cheer and set the cake on the table. He smiled so brightly, he finally got to have a real birthday to celebrate.

Happy birthday Y/N.

A/N

Not my birthday, but I thought it'd make a good story. I hope you enjoyed.

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rogersideup · 10 months

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Nice to be Kneaded

Doomsday

Series Masterlist

Previous Part: The Brewing Storm Next Part: The Snap

Word Count 6,509

My blog is 18+ only. All minors or blogs without an age in bio will be blocked. Minors DNI.

The aggravatingly annoying sound of your 4 am alarm rang and vibrated, causing an echo underneath Steve's pillow. As always, he reached over your peacefully sleeping form to turn it off and take the brunt of being the bearer of bad news to wake you up in a far more favorable situation than obnoxious ringing and loud buzzing.

He kept your phone right next to him knowing damn well you had another alarm set for 4:10, it made him smile every single morning when he'd wake you up and you'd ask for 10 more minutes of cuddles without fail.

Today was no different.

"Baby" Steve mumbled, rubbing your back with some pressure. Half your face was smooshed against his shoulder, your leg was thrown across his hips and your arm rested on his torso, hand gently splayed atop his chest. "Time to wake up, sweetie."

Instead of simply letting him know you were awake, you reached your hand up and covered his mouth. His beard tickled your palm and you could feel him smiling.

"Shhhhhh" You smiled at his giggles. "Don't be an asshole. You already know what I want."

"10 more minutes?" Steve asked, his big hand wrapping around your wrist to move your hand off his mouth and right over his heart.

"Eleven" You settled deeper into him, as close as you could possibly get. His hand rested on the top of your hip and squeezed you comfortably tight.

A few kisses were placed at the crown of your head, and although you were absolutely not ready to be alert and take on the day, something in you really just wanted to take in the moment and appreciate the warmth and comfort of your favorite boy in your bed. So for ten whole minutes, you laid there in a blissful embrace hoping it would never end.

But when the second alarm sounded and Steve quickly shut it off, you let out a puff in complaint. "There's no way that was 10 minutes, I want 5 more."

"We're always going to want just a few more minutes." Steve swiped the hair away from your face, and gave you another kiss on your head.

"This is so unfair." You complained, digging your whole face into his chest. "Whoever schedules me for mornings is such a bitch."

"Hey!" He gasped. "I happen to know the girl who keeps doing that to you, and I don't appreciate you talking about her that way!"

"The most tragic story ever told is the one of a girl who is so warm and so cozy in bed, snuggled up to the hottest man in the world, but she has to get up and go to work even though it's cold outside and she's still so warm and sleepy"

"In the WORLD?!" Steve exclaimed, sounding more awake now.

"Universe" You smiled, propping yourself up on your elbow.

"Wow" He marveled. "Have you ever seen Thor?"

You laughed at his question, then leaned over him to press a gentle kiss to his lips. "You're even better than Thor." You whispered, lips still grazing his.

"Now you're just lying." Steve smiled. "But thank you for trying."

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, Baby, and it just so happens to be you I'm looking at."

"You're too kind, Beautiful." Steve shook his head. "Are you sure you have to go to work?"

"Yeah, I'm positive." You ran your fingers through his hair.

"You just said it was a tragedy to leave this warm cozy bed when you're so, so sleepy." He recalled. "It's my job to save people from tragedy, you know that. So I think you should stay."

"I wish I could." Something in you really wanted to just call out for the day and never leave the bed. But, you chalked it up to sleepy brain manipulation. "When I get home, we're getting right back in bed."

"What time will you be back?"

"Hopefully around 2"

"Sounds like a perfect nap time to me."

One last kiss, then you were on your feet to start the day, leaving Steve at your house to do whatever Steves do when you aren't there to see it.

Work was actually alright. It was always alright. Even on the bad days you liked being there, it was comfortable, easy, and there was always good company. Each of your employees felt like they were your friends, and you had hung out with every single one of them outside of work so you definitely knew they didn't just like you because you signed their paychecks. Each one was a hard worker and a team player, you cared a lot about them.

It was pretty standard and routine quite honestly. You baked, opened the store, worked the front through morning rush then made your way to the back for decorating when the crowd had settled down.

"Oh fuck!" The screeching of Sabrina, one of your decorators filled your ears followed by the laughter of almost everyone on the kitchen. "Noooooo!!"

"Your shoes!" Danielle, a baker, barked out while laughing.

"It keeps keeps getting worse!"

You looked over at the chaos just to see Sabrina standing at the icing station with a bursted open tip-less piping bag that has splattered neon pink royal icing all over the place. It covered her apron, oozed down her hand, slowly dripped down onto her white shoes, and splatters of it were along the table and wall.

"Oh my goodness" You immediately joined in on the laughter. "How did that even happen?!"

"I don't know! I was just tying the end and all the sudden it exploded!" Sabrina explained, holding the dripping bag over the table to make for easier clean up, joining in on the laughter.

"Let me help you" You continued laughing as you grabbed paper towels and started wiping her down.

You bent down to salvage her shoes as much as you could but all of the sudden you felt a drop on your forehead, then two, then three...

"Sabs!" Danielle called out. "Her head!"

When you realized the hot pink icing had starting dripping onto your forehead it caused for even louder laughter. Everyone else laughing drove you to laugh even harder until you lost balance and fell straight onto your butt which in turn made everyone laugh so hard they couldn't even breathe.

The chaos was loud enough to cause the barista in the front to pop her head back to see what was going on before mumbling "I'm not even going to deal with this right now."

Every muscle in your stomach was sore and a tear was rolling down your cheek by the time you managed to calm yourself down, actually getting up to wipe her shoes off.

When you finished, she tried cleaning herself up the best she could in the sink before laughing once more. "You know what? I think I'm just going to go on break to deal with this"

"I think that's a great idea" You giggled, wiping down the counter and wall. "Take a 20, give me your apron I'll get you a clean one."

She took her apron off and handed it to you before disappearing into the bathroom. An occasional giggle slipped passed you and Danielle's lips as the thought of what happened replayed in your minds like a broken record.

She emerged from the bathroom about 5 minutes later, and walked up to you to wipe pink icing that you had missed off your forehead.

"Gosh- it's like pepto bismol came on your face" Sabrina commented, wiping away.

"Hmmm what a lovely thought" You giggled, deep down it made you happy that your employees felt comfortable enough around you to make comments like that.

One of your main goals of opening Nice to be Kneaded was to create an ethical and happy work environment, and so far it seemed like you were doing something right.

"Okay, you're good." Sabrina let you know, tossing the paper towel in the trash.

"Shall I mix you more color?" You questioned as she pulled her phone out and sat at the break table.

"Yes please, I need about 2 bags full of pepto bismol cu- oh my god" Her eyes went wide and filled with fear as she looked down at her phone.

"Now what?" Danielle questioned.

Sabrina's eyebrow furrowed and she mumbled to herself reading headlines for a few moments before reading one out loud.

"There's a giant space ship in New York" Sabrina looked up at the two of you. "Live streams Everywhere of this huge fight happening. Iron-Man, Doctor Strange, Spider-Man... they're fighting these weird alien looking people. Oh..OH. Bruce Banner is there too."

You physically had to clutch onto the edges of the countertop as Steve's words played in your head. The storm was no longer brewing, it was directly overhead.

"Does anyone know why?" You questioned, trying to play it cool, feeling the electricity buzz around in your joints.

"They want the time stone."

That was all you needed to know that today was doomsday, the day you and Steve had been dreading since the moment you met. You wanted to cry, but you held it together knowing there were steps you needed to take.

First, you needed to make sure everyone was safe. Second, you needed to hear it from Steve's mouth.

You didn't know what to do in order to make sure everyone was safe in the first place, but Steve would. Steve just somehow knew how to make everything better.

"I'll be right back." You stated before rushing out of the back door. As you reached for the phone in your pocket, it started ringing. You didn't even need to look at the name to know who it was.

"Baby" You started, fear taking over your whole body. "You were right. This whole time you were right."

"Sunflower, you need to send everyone home." Steve instructed. "The whole country is about to be put on a stay at home order. Close the shop and get home."

"Okay" You breathed out. "How much time do we have?"

"Sam and Natasha are on their way to me. It'll be a few hours at least" Steve explained. "But please, get home as fast as you can."

"I will, I'll close up as fast as I possibly can. Give me 20 minutes, I'll be home." You nodded. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm okay." You could hear the reassurance in his voice. "Just- be safe okay? We'll talk about it more when you get home."

"Okay, bye baby"

"See you soon, sweetheart."

You hung up feeling terrified, flustered, and awfully sad, but knew you needed to be brave long enough to close up shop and get home.

After making your way back into the kitchen, you walked up to the front and called all your employees to the back for a team meeting. They were all confused, but had a good idea considering they were asking questions about the donut shaped ship over New York.

You instructed them to kick all the customers out and turn off all the ovens. Throw any dirty dishes in the sink but don't wash them, take home any of the pastries in the front then toss anything that wasn't wanted, then get out as fast as they could. They all needed very little explanation to understand why this needed to be done, but they understood.

So, you helped. You boxed up a bunch of desserts to bring home to feed to a few Avengers, checked that all the equipment was turned off, assisted in shutting blinds and locking doors, then you were in your car and pulling into your driveway before you even knew it.

Steve heard your car and popped out of his front door to guide you to his house. You briskly walked over and he held the door open for you, you set the box of pastries down on the entry way table before he pulled you in for a big hug.

You didn't know what to say or do, there were no words you could think of to address the situation, you didn't know how to comfort a superhero looking into the eyes of a dangerous battle, you didn't know how to start the end of your journey together. You didn't even know if you could hold it together.

In the back of your mind, you were worried that this was going to push him over the edge into an anxious spiral. Slightly worried he would have a catastrophic panic attack over this very moment he had been dreading since the moment his feet touched Greenwood soil. But you could tell just in the way he was holding himself that this was nothing but a huge relief.

Just how you could tell he felt relief over this painful journey in his life coming to an end, he could tell you were trying really hard to be brave. But he didn't miss the way you were ever so slightly trembling, the way your arms held him so tight, or the deep inhales as your face nestled into his chest. You were trying to take in every second, you were already saying goodbye.

"I'm sorry" Steve broke the silence. "I was really hoping this would happen more peacefully."

"It's okay, not your fault" Your hands rested on his shoulder blades, the two of you slowly rocking back and forth. "Just worried about you and what this all means."

"You don't have to worry about me, baby. I'll be okay. Actually, you don't have to worry about anything, alright? We're going to make sure you stay safe." He kissed the top of your forehead.

"But what about you? What's going to happen?" Your lip trembled as you asked.

You missed the pout in his face as he heard your emotions starting to unravel, so his hands traveled up to the sides of your face to make sure you believed him. "I've done this so many times, okay? You don't have to be scared, I'll be fine."

A single tear fell down your cheek, and he gently swiped it away with his thumb. "What about the accords? What if you guys can't do what you need to do because of it?"

"It doesn't matter" Steve shook his head, still holding your face gently between his palms. "This is exactly why I didn't want them in the first place. Because what's happening right now is bigger than anything that can be governed, and we have to choose to not care just to keep everyone safe. I'll break any law over and over again if I have to."

"You said Sam and Natasha are coming here?" You asked.

"Yeah, Bruce called me from Tony's phone." Steve nodded. "Sam, Nat and I are meeting up here than we'll be going to Edinburgh to get Wanda and Vision, then bring them back to the Avengers compound in New York to protect the stone in Vision's head."

"Will I meet them?"

"Yeah" Steve chuckled at your question. "Sam will be here in about two hours, Natasha will be here later tonight. But they know all about you, I think they're excited to meet a friendly face. We aren't very used to that in recent times."

"I'm so nervous" You laughed at yourself, another tear rolling down your cheek.

Steve smiled before kissing you. "There's no need to be nervous about them. I think they already love you."

You took a big deep breath before sighing. "So, we have two hours to get all of our ducks in a line."

"Unfortunately" Steve agreed, letting go of your face and held your hands instead.

"What do you need to feel good about what you're getting yourself into? I have no idea where to even start to support you through this."

"You're so sweet" Steve smiled, little lines bunching up near his eyes. "Well I promised we'd get back in bed when you got home from work so how about we go cuddle and watch Cars 3 while I fill you in on everything you need to know?"

You nodded in agreement but before you even knew it, he had swept you off your feet earning him a shriek followed by complaints guised by giggles.

The two of you got settled, his back against the headboard and you sideways in his lap as he walked you though what you can expect now. Your slow tears continued to involuntarily fall, and every single one was gently wiped away by his hands.

He explained to you that he went ahead and payed a whole year of rent on his place so he could come back and move his stuff when he could as to not burden anyone else with the task. That alone made you smile, it was at least one promise of another time in the future where he'd have to step foot back in Greenwood again. He was leaving you with the copy of his keys you already had. You promised him you'd do a little walk through whenever you could to make sure everything inside was how it should be, but you didn't know if in the midst of heartbreak it would be a good or bad thing to be surrounded by all his stuff.

But that was a future problem for future you.

Then, he started filling you in on Captain America stuff.

"So when Sam gets here, it'll just be this... but...with Sam." Steve explained, laughing at his own means of explanation.

"Baby I don't think there's enough room on this bed for Sam." You laughed with him, trying to contain your sniffles. "Are you the middle spoon in this situation?"

"I'm always Sam and Nat's middle spoon" Steve chuckled. "But don't worry, we can move down to the couch. And when Nat gets here, she's going to land the Jet in the field, then walk over. We'll strategize for a bit then head out from there."

"...I'm sorry. The JET?" You questioned. "The field? As in...."

"Our favorite one by the park? Yeah." Steve confirmed. "We gotta get to Germany somehow"

"I guess that makes sense." You nodded.

"So Sam will be in civilian clothes when he gets here and change before we leave, but Nat will get here in her suit and likely have her batons on her." He continued explaining. "I'm just trying to prepare you because I know the suits kind've freak people out sometimes, it's-"

"Intimidating" You finished for him.

"I'll also be changing into my suit before we go."

You stopped to think about that for a second, and the thoughts must I've been evident on your face.

"What's wrong?" He asked, noting your furrowed eyebrows.

"I don't know, I guess I just realized you're Captain America and you have a superhero suit." You said, earning more laughs from Steve.

"Oh, well, welcome to this conversation!" He joked.

"You've had it here this whole time?" You asked.

"Yeah, it's in my closet" Steve motioned towards the closet door.

"Huh" You pondered. "You have your shield here?"

"No" He shook his head, remorse plaguing his tone. "Tony has it, I gave it back to him. His father made it for me."

"Do you miss it?" You asked.

"Not yet" His hand squeezed your arm comfortably. "Maybe that'll change after a fight or two"

You nodded in understanding, then let your head fall onto his shoulder. "I mean this in the least offensive way I possibly could, but I'm really glad I got to know you under a circumstance in which you being Captain America was the least interesting part about you."

Steve digested what you said, and thought about it for a moment. "You know what? Me too."

"Yeah? Does Cap have trouble in the dating department?" You questioned with a cheeky smile. "Cause I'd only imagine he has a long line of pretty girls and guys waiting for a moment to snatch him up."

"First of all, that long line you're talking about has always been a lot shorter than everyone makes it out to be." He corrected, wagging his finger around. "And secondly, considering my public reputation has quite literally never been this awful, it's just been really nice to have you by my side through all of it. I've never really had to question if you were in it for the right reasons considering there wasn't much going on for me in the first place."

"If I knew right off the bat I would've been way too nervous to talk to you" You admitted.

"You? Too shy? No way." Steve denied your statement.

"Shit, if you weren't a customer and I just saw you out and about I would've been too shy to talk to you" You blushed at your confession. "You're just so handsome."

"You're too pretty to be intimidated by handsome guys" Steve complemented, tucking your hair behind your ear.

"Well it doesn't matter anymore because you're the only one I want" You sniffled, lip wobbling again and another tear spilling over the edge. "I don't want you to go."

Steve squeezed you tight and placed kisses all over your forehead. "I wish I didn't have to, baby. But this isn't the last time we'll see each other, okay? I'll do everything I can to make it back here the second I can. But first I just need to make sure everything is okay and everyone is safe, and I need to make sure you aren't going to get in trouble for this."

"I know we haven't put any labels on this to make this moment easier, but just know that you are the best whatever this is I've ever had." You used the back of your hand to wipe more rogue tears. "Thank you for being such an amazing guy, and sorry I'm crying. I tried for a long time to be really brave about this but it's just not working."

"It's okay to cry, you're very brave. The bravest girl I know." Steve reassured you. With two fingers below your jaw, he lifted your face and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. "You know I love you?"

You couldn't help but to giggle at his question, before placing your lips against his once more. "It's painfully obvious, Stevie."

"I thought so" He narrowed his eyes and nodded his head, smile poking through his lips formed in a tight line.

"I think it's painfully obvious that I love you too." You couldn't wipe the smile off of your face regardless of never having experienced something so bitter sweet before.

"Yeah" Steve agreed. "I already knew that."

"Great, glad we're on the same page." You settled deeply into him, as if crawling into his skin still wouldn't be close enough.

The two of you stayed cuddled up as close as you physically could until the very second the universe told you that your time alone together was over. Eventually your tears dried and the two of you enjoyed the moment the best you could and for exactly what it was. Decelerations of love, and more than comfortable silence through rapid fire thoughts in each of your brain all felt the same.

Static in your joints, grey clouds rolling in. Each moment they rolled in closer and closer to shower the two of you in heartbreak and worry.

The lightning touched down in the form of a text from Sam saying he was five minutes out, and the thunder roared loudly as a knock at the door four minutes later.

It was weird for Steve to be trapped in the middle of undeniable sadness, yet relief and absolute joy over being reconnected with his best friend under such a stressful circumstance. He opened the door with a big smile on his face, you nervously hiding behind his large frame like a shy child at a birthday party. But after a reunion in the entryway and an introduction in the living room, everything Steve predicted about the interaction proved to be true.

Sam was excited to meet his precious Sunflower, and you quickly came out of your shell not too long after meeting him. He was a charismatic guy, and you were so lovable and easy to get along with. Steve knew there was practically zero margin for error in this equation.

At some point while waiting for Natasha's arrival, Steve stepped away from the living room for a few minutes to take a phone call from her, and when he got back, you and Sam were laughing up a whole different storm.

And when Natasha arrived, it was the same result. If it weren't for the upcoming battle and separation dangling over their heads, Steve would've felt happily and wholly complete.

As they sat and strategized, it was nearing midnight. Words you couldn't even comprehend were flying out of their mouths about situations you couldn't even begin to imagine being in the center of. It was rapidly approaching the 24 hour mark since you've been awake, and although your brain was fighting so hard to get you to sleep, there was so much worry happening in it. Worry and exhaustion fought for dominance as you slowly let your head fall onto Steve's shoulder while trying your hardest to absorb all the information they were spewing.

It was really none of your business, and frankly, it didn't effect you one bit, but hearing their strategies, and just knowing they had a solid plan with lots of alternative choices eased up the frantic energy in your mind.

You missed the glances exchanged around the room when Steve's arm found it's way around your shoulders as he spoke. No matter how exhausted you were, you managed to stay awake until the words you dreaded hearing slipped off of Nat's tongue.

"Alright, boys. Suit up." She told them, getting up off the couch. "I'll go do one last supply pass of the Jet."

And just like that, she was out of the door and Sam was headed towards his bag in the entryway.

Steve kissed your forehead, but it felt like an apology as he unwrapped his arm from around you and stood up. Then, he kissed your lips before jogging up the stairs to his bedroom to change. Sam had also run off somewhere, leaving you alone on the couch for the emotions to flood once more.

Waiting on the couch felt an awful lot like a glimpse into the near future, just sitting by your lonesome, sad, worried, waiting for your love to return. Your heart thunked with pressure and stamina knowing when he came back down, he would be in the iconic suit you grew up learning about in grade school.

He would no longer be your little slice of sweetness, your secret fling with the boy next door. No longer your fugitive to hide away and love secretly between four walls.

Heavy footsteps came back down those stairs and out came Captain America. The superhero, the great, classic icon shared by the whole country.

It was a lot to take in at first, you didn't know how to process the harsh reality right in front of you. Especially since the entire time you've known Steve, the idea of Captain America just felt like the same daydream at an arms length away as it had felt like to you your entire life.

And now, he was right in front of you. Uniform tattered and torn in some places, evident of the hard time Steve had endured during his time in hiding, but the star was still proudly displayed across his chest, and tiny hints of red white and blue persisted through the grey that stained the uniform.

Steve could see how busy your mind was, and the tears welling back up in your eyes. So he walked up to you hand held out his gloved hands for you to take, and when you placed them in his, he pulled you up off the couch.

Once you were standing, your hands made it up to his chest, then dragged down out of curiosity for the suit. Feeling it beneath your fingers was a whole new level of surreal.

"You look damn good in that uniform, Honey" You complemented.

He wrapped you up in a hug, and held you tight with his head on top of yours, desperately trying not to cry. "I wish you would've never had to see me in it"

"The world needs you now." You reminded him. "I'm sad to see you go, but I'm also very proud of you for making it through this, and I'm really happy that you get a chance to prove the accords wrong."

"I couldn't have done any of this without you" He admitted. "Thank you for everything"

Just as your tears started falling again, a flashing light and the sound of a shutter made both of your heads snap to the source of the sound only to find Sam, standing with his phone pointed at the two of you.

"Sam" Steve warned, not amused by the interruption.

"Sorry, it's just too cute" He gushed. "I had to take a picture so it would last longer."

"Sam..." Steve warned again.

"Okay, okay, I'll go." He slipped passed the two of you and headed towards the door. "It was nice meeting you, sugar cookie."

You laughed at the nickname he called you, but you didn't have to see Steve's face to know he was rolling his eyes. "Good luck out there, stay safe."

"Will do. Steve, wheels up in five." Sam reminded him before walking out of the house for the last time.

"I can't cry because I'm on duty now" Steve giggled at himself. "So don't make me cry."

"Well I'm certainly not trying to" You smiled.

Steve let go of the hug and wiped the tears of your face as you sniffled and pulled something out of your back pocket.

Lifting your hand up, a crisp $20 was folded up between your fingers. Then, you slipped it into the first pocket of his suit that looked empty to you. "That's your good luck charm."

"You're so stubborn" Steve blinked back the tears welling in his eyes.

"I told you, I was always going to win this argument." You shook your head, hand resting over the star on his chest. "And whenever you find yourself back in Greenwood, you better leave all your money at home when you stop by the bakery."

Steve gently moved your hand off of the Star on his chest, then he looked down at it, and ripped it clean off his uniform. "My star, my heart, is always yours, my love."

He placed it in your hand, and your tears fell harder. "You can just do that? You don't need it?"

"Yes, and no." Steve told you. "I don't work for anyone anymore, if they want me in red white and blue with a star on my chest, they better love me as much as you do."

"I love you so much" you cried.

"I know you do" Steve grinned. "I love you too, so so much."

Both his hands gently cupped your cheeks, and you two shared a long kiss worth every single word the two of you didn't have time to share.

"Do you want to stay here or can I walk you home?" Steve questioned sympathetically.

"It's okay, I'll stay and lock up- gotta make sure everything is good to be left alone for a while." You reassured him.

"Is that code for you're going to take some of my stuff?" Steve asked, smiling despite his sadness.

"All of your jackets and cute shirts are mine now" You whispered.

"You deserve them" Steve laughed. "They're all yours."

You sighed and looked up into his pretty, sad blue eyes. "You should probably get out of here."

"I know" he agreed with a nod. "I've spent the last almost two years of my life wishing and hoping for the moment I could step out to hiding and live my life again, but now I wish we had more time and that I'd never have to leave ."

"We're always going to wish we had a few more minutes" You repeated the same words he had spoken to you not even a full day ago. "Please stay safe, and if you can when all is said and done can you find a way to reach out just to let me know you're okay?"

"Of course" Sadness and sincerity pinching his brows together, "You stay safe too, okay? Stay out of trouble. I don't want to hear about anymore fugitives in the bakery."

"Don't worry, honey. You're the only fugitive I know, and I plan on keeping it that way."

"Well, you just met Sam and Natasha, didn't you?" He joked. "Hopefully the next time I see you I won't be a fugitive anymore."

"I hope so too." You smiled, tears falling down your cheeks.

"I guess this is it" Steve sighed.

"I guess so" You agreed. "Did you get the quiet and simple stay you were hoping for in Greenwood?"

"You know what? This town turned out to be a whole lot more beautiful and exciting than I could've ever hoped it would be." He admitted.

"I'm glad" You cried. "Now go save the world, Captain."

"You got it, Sunflower."

"I love you"

"I love you too"

One last kiss, then he was gone in a blink.

The second you were positive he couldn't hear, your emotions became unraveled and you broke down into an uncontrollable sob. It wasn't for the tear ripping deeper and deeper into your heart the further away he got from you, but for him.

You felt that same sense of doom he explained to you many nights ago, and you had this feeling it wasn't all going to go to plan.

Your feet carried you outside to the front porch, where you clutched his star to your chest and sobbed while watching the jet fly overhead. Unfortunately the loud engine alerted the whole neighborhood of its presence, and most of your neighbors ended up on their porches as well.

They all looked up into the sky as it reached elevation and took off to Germany. The chattering voices of the familiar faces meant nothing to you, you weren't interested in their speculation, and the thought of the news stories to come about this whole debacle made you feel sick to your stomach.

You could already hear the rumors such a technologically advanced aircraft over Greenwood in the middle of the night would spark. Aliens, Avengers, foreign spies, Avengers fighting aliens and foreign spies.

One particular voice seemed to stand out more than the rest, especially as it got louder and called out the pet name you hadn't heard from it in a while.

"Sweet cheeks?"

Looking across the street, Georgia and Michael standing on their porch. But instead of looking up at the sky, now only full of twinkling stars, they were looking at you sobbing in front of Steve's house.

You couldn't face her. You didn't want to deal with her ill intentions, or her bad words towards Steve, you didn't want to come up with a story as to what he did to make you cry or why he was gone. You didn't want to explain the futuristic looking jet, you didn't want to let go of the star in your hand, you didn't even want to go back into Steve's house to see everything you had just lost.

"Baby, what's wrong?" She called out to you again, now walking down the steps of her porch to approach you.

Physically and mentally exhausted, you were truly incapable of dealing with any added layer of emotion to this already painful experience, so you closed Steve's door and locked it with your key. Then, as fast as you could, you walked across the driveway to yours.

"I'm sorry about what happened between us, but please, Sugar, just tell me what's wrong?" She pleaded but you continued to ignore it. "I'm worried about you. Did that boy hurt you?"

Your heart raced as you unlocked your front door while she quickly approached. You could feel the whole neighborhood's eyes on you now, so you made it inside before she could get to you and slammed the door a lot harder than you intended before locking it.

As if you were on autopilot, your feet carried you upstairs and into your bedroom where you put Steve's star on your bedside table. You ripped your clothes off as if it was urgent and dove into bed, grabbing onto and snuggling Steve's hoodie that he had left in your bed this morning.

With your whole body hidden under your blankets and Steve's hoodie acting as a teddy bear, you buried your face in it and cried to drown out the knocking coming from your front door downstairs.

Today was bad, and with this battle happening in real time, tomorrow was definitely uncertain. But you had been through a lot of heartbreak in your life, and you knew you'd wake up feeling a little better tomorrow, and every day after that. But just for now, you allowed yourself to cry over a tough goodbye.

Meanwhile, Steve boarded the jet without a single word to either of his friends as he made his way to the front to pilot. There was nothing but the sounds of humming from the engines and the clinks of the seat harnesses as they got safely strapped in.

Sam and Natasha were unsure of how to comfort him, they knew from experience and the tears he was blinking away from pooling in his big blue eyes that a quiet Steve was an upset Steve.

"She's great, Rogers. I really, really like her." Natasha gave him the approval he definitely wasn't seeking.

He gave one single nod in response as to not ignore her.

"Sugar cookie? She's sweeter than a slice of cake." Sam agreed.

"Pretty too" Nat wiggled her eyebrows at Sam.

"And the baking?! That's a package deal right there." Sam continued.

Steve was still silent, starting to rip at the seams but desperately trying to hold it together.

"Don't forget smart. A business owner- a successful business owner at that." Nat brought up. "She's set for good, holding it down nicely."

"Really level head on her shoulders, that's a wife, Steve." Sam reached forward to pat the top of Steve's arm with the back of his hand.

Nothing. He kept his face forward and eyes on the controls in front of him as they prepared for takeoff.

Sam and Nat exchanged worried glances before Nat who sat behind him, placed both her hands on his shoulders and gave them a nice squeeze.

"You doing okay, Steve?" She asked delicately.

"Let's just focus on the mission at hand."

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thinking about ellie with an actor! reader 🫣like maybe reader is doing short films and indie films to start off their career. reader sometimes brings ellie to set with them and ellie can just watch them do their thing and be a certified supportive gf🫡

a bonus thought that i just thunked while typing this; what if reader gets a callback for a pretty big show and gets !! the !! part !! and it could be considered their like “breakout role”, and how proud would be :,))

Ellie Williams Headcanons: Actress!Reader

The start of your career

Supportive gf Ellie is prominent!

Comes to all of the sets of projects that your working on-

Makes you and the whole crew lunch because theirs only like ten staff

Ur biggest fan❤️

Watches every single indie movie your in, every short film, you could be an extra or the lead and she will absolutely LIVE for it.

Sitting next to her giggling away as she watches gobsmacked at every plot twist and cliffhanger of a film your in.

Takes all the photos for your Instagram.

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ellie_sketches @dinnodina look at how pretty my girl is.

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Breakout Role

She was the first one you told when the audition told you that you had gotten the role

The lead in a film adaptation of a well known spy novel. The script was amazing, empowering and had beautiful character development throughout the plot

And as soon as your agent told you of the role you knew you had to do it.

You never expected to actually get a call back.

You had never ran so fast from your car, up the three flights of stairs and into your shared apartment than you did once you got the call.

"ELLIE!!! ELLIE OH MY GOD WHERE ARE YOU!" You screamed before an alarmed Ellie came out of your bedroom.

"Fuck babe- wants wrong are you alr-"

She couldn't even finish her sentence before you had ran into her arms, squeezing the life out of her.

"I got it- I fucking got it Els" you sobbed. Ellie's face light up immediately and her smile beamed before her lips smashed into yours. The kiss lasted for what felt like hours before you broke away from eachother.

Her hands cradled your face, tears rushing down her cheeks "I am so, so fucking proud of you baby"

Lets just say she is the proudest girlfriend ever.

Reads all the books the movies are based off of even though she's not a big reader

Going as your date for the premiere <33

Such a fucking sweetheart, goes with you to every new experience to help you with your anxiety. Whether she's lurking behind the camera during an interview or holding your hand as you meet your idols.

She's there for you. Always.

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ellie_sketches I have never met someone more deserving of this than you ❤️

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Becoming a star

After the success of the spy movie you lead- you were scouted for so many new things.

You became a face in many franchises: scream, the hunger games and even marvel!

It was honestly insane.

And ofc big roles came with high rates. You bought a penthouse apartment in Manhattan- and you bought Ellie everything she wanted.

(Your her sugar mommy fr lmao)

She was able to quit her day job and focus solely on her art. She did something she loved and you were doing yours. It was perfect.

Date nights mainly stayed at home- the paparazzi and constant flashing lights became really tedious- so dinner and a movie was the way to go

Not like the two of you were complained.

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yourinstagram I have never felt so honoured, appreciated and in love than I am right now. Being able to make acting my livelihood is something that I had never thought I would be able to achieve in this lifetime- and I am so so so grateful for everyone that has made this possible. Thank you to the staff, the directors, my agents and my team.

But a special thanks to my Ellie. Ellie has been by my side since day one, she has seen me lose roles, get roles, cry, scream and laugh through this completely and utterly insane experience. I love you so much.

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Surprise!

Y/N: 28 years old Scar: 35 years old Rose: 5 years old Story: The Marvel cast decides to surprise Scarlett with a birthday party… ——————————————————

Y/N'S POV My girlfriend and I had been trying for a baby for months. We had many fertility appointments and attempts and it finally happened! I'm pregnant! I found out a week after Scarlett left to film a movie which was 3 months ago. It sucks, cause I want to tell her personally, so she still has no idea. However, she's coming back today and it's also her birthday, so it's a perfect gift. I can't wait to see her reaction! Right now I'm watching a movie in our bed, wearing my favorite Scarlett's hoodie and her sweatpants. I miss her so much, so I tend to steal her clothes when she's away. To be honest I steal her clothes even when she's home…

Rose's spending some time with her grandmother this week, so I'm home all alone, but Lizzie offered to pick her up today, so we'll be together soon. It's nice to have some time for myself, but I miss that little demon so much. She's not biologically mine, but we have such a great relationship. She even calls me 'mama' which melts my heart every time I hear it.

My sister Lizzie spent here the entire week. She's so excited to be an auntie to another little human. I'm surprised she hasn't told Scarlett yet, the two of them are best friends.

I stop my movie as I ran out of chips, ready to go and grab a new bag from the kitchen when I hear some noise from downstairs. It can't be Scarlett, cause she's on the plane right now. She called me a few hours ago from the AirPort… Who in the world would rob a house at 2 in the afternoon?! I quickly open my closet, taking out a bat that I'd hidden here when Scarlett left. I quietly and slowly walk downstairs, ready to punch anyone who's here right now.

My heart is about to skip a beat with every step I make and my hands are shaking like crazy. I step off the last step, putting the bat on my shoulder properly and walking to the kitchen where the noise is coming from.

I see a man standing with his back facing me. I tighten my grip over the bat, ready to hit him in the head.

"What the hell are you doing here?" A man's voice says behind me, making me jump.

I slowly turn around to be met with Robert Downey Junior. The man I was about to hit turns around, looking at me. It's Chris Evans.

Seconds later there is literally the entire Marvel cast, except my sister as she's the one picking Scarlett up from the AirPort. Great…

"What are you doing here?" Chris Evans asks me. "And why the hell are you holding that bat?"

"I-I-" I sutter, getting cut off by Robert.

"She wanted to hit you with it" Robert says. The truth is that even though Scar and I are together for a few years, she hasn't come out yet. Her friends have no idea about me, so that's why they're reacting like this. My sister knows of course, she's the only one from Scarlett's friends.

"I-I'm sorry. I… I-I thought you wanted to rob the house" I finally let out some words. I've never been more scared in my life.

"Us? Who even are you? Oh my god, is that Scarlett's hoodie?" Jeremy looks at me with wide eyes. What the hell am I supposed to do now?

"Y-Yeah. I-I'm Y/N" I say.

"Well, Y/N… What are you doing in Scarlett's house?" Robert asks. "I-I'm living here" I answer. Where's my sister when I need her…

"Yeah, there's no way Scarlett wouldn't tell us if someone was living in her house" Evans says. "Call the police" He orders, looking at Robert. "What? No. That's not necessary. I'm living here" I repeat, I really don't want to get into trouble. I haven't even done anything.

"Yeah. I'm calling" Robert says, already putting his phone to his ear. I sigh, pressing a palm to my forehead. Scarlett's gonna be so mad. I bet the last thing she wants is to deal with her girlfriend being taken to the police station…

"Please don't call the police. Lizzie is my sister" I sigh, looking at Robert with hope, but he only rolls his eyes.

It doesn't take long until the police arrives. I show them my documents like they asked me to and they lead me out of the house. They're really gonna lock me up for getting into my own house?? Great, really great, Y/N…

Just before I can get into the car, a little body crashes into my legs. I smile when I see my daughter looking up at me, her arms wrapped around my thighs.

"Hi" I give her a smile which she returns, mumbling a 'hi, mama' back to me.

"Rose, what are you doing? Come here" Evans says, practically peeling Rosie off of me. The little girl starts crying, immediately calling me to help her, but my hands are in handcuffs and I can talk what I want, but nobody listens to me.

I sigh in relief when I see Lizzie walking out of her car, Scarlett following her.

"Mama!" Rosie cries out, reaching her hands for me. Tears from in my eyes when I see my little one crying and I can't hold her.

"Don't you see she's crying for me?! She's my daughter for god's sake! Take off that stupid handcuffs! I didn't do anything!" I raise my voice, tears running down my cheeks. I'm so tired of this bullshit. I just want my Scarly and Rosie to cuddle and my bag of chips.

"What's going on here? Why are you in handcuffs? Where are you taking her?" Scarlett is finally here, my sister right behind her.

"I'm sorry" I say before breaking into tears. I just can't hold it anymore. Stupid pregnancy mood swings… Scarlett comes to me, telling off the police when they tell her to stay back.

"About what, honey?" She asks, cupping my cheeks with her hands and wiping my tears out with her thumbs.

"You must be so tired and you come home to see this" I cry out. "Hey, it's okay, Y/N/N" She smiles. "Tell me what happened"

"Your friends thought I was a theif and a stalker and god knows what and they called the police on me" I explain, tears still running down my cheeks even though Scarlett's wiping them out.

"Y/N/N, I'm so sorry" She sighs. "She's not a theif or a stalker. Y/N is my girlfriend, she lives here" Scar says to the police. They finally take off the painful handcuffs and I wrap my arms around Scarlett's neck.

"Mama" Rosie cries out again. I smile, taking her from Evan's arms.

"It's okay now, baby. I'm not going anywhere" I kiss her cheek a few times, walking back to Scarlett who wraps her arms both of us.

"I missed you" Scar says into my ear while we're hugging.

"I missed you too, so much" I tell her back honestly before we pull away and in a second I get pulled into another hug by my sister. "Are you okay?" She asks with a smile.

"Yeah. All good now" I smile and hug her again.

"Can someone explain to us what's happening?" Downey asks confused.

"You called the police on my little sister, that's happening" Lizzie says annoyed. She's very overprotective over me. I usually hate it, but today it feels nice.

"That's your sister?" Evans asks surprised, pointing at me.

"Don't be so surprised, I told you I was Lizzie's sister when you were calling the police" I give him a glare. I won't forget this that quickly.

"I literally told you about her last week" Lizzie sighs.

"Why is she living in Scarlett's house though?" Jeremy asks.

"Because Y/N is my girlfriend. You could have just called me and I'd tell you it's fine" Scar sighs. "Let's just go inside"

We all move inside, everybody apologizing to me and Downey immediately handing us a glass of champagne since it's Scar's birthday.

"I won't, thanks" I tell him on which my girlfriend furrows her brows, wrapping her arms around me from behind and resting her head on my shoulder.

"You're not my Y/N. My Y/N never says no to alcohol" Scar jokes, making me chuckle.

"Well… I wouldn't say no if I didn't have to but… I can't drink for a while" I smile, turning around in her arms and getting met with a confused look from my girlfriend. I take her hand, putting it on my stomach on which she seems to realize.

"No… You're… you're pregnant?" She asks, her eyes filling with tears. I smile, nodding my head.

"I found out a week after you left. We're having a baby" I almost whisper as tears are in my eyes too by now. "Happy birthday, my love" I smile and she pulls me into a kiss.

Scarlett drags me on the couch, pushing me gently to sit down. She kneels in front of me, pulling my (her) hoodie up. I laugh when she starts spreading kisses all over my stomach.

"Hey there, little one. It's your mommy. I love you so much" She mumbles between kisses. "So we're 3 months far?" She asks, smiling at me.

"3 months" I smile back, twirling my finger around Scar's hair. She rolls my hoodie back down, sitting next to me and wrapping her arm around me on which I cuddle up to her and she rubs my stomach with her free hand. "I love you so much"

"I love you too" She smiles, pressing a kiss to my forehead. --------------------

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