#you're not subtle Evan

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Favorite Buddie Moments Per Episode: 7x5 You Don't Know Me (Part 2)

#buddie moments #911 abc #subtle as hell #god they are insane #i can't believe this was an actual convo they had #haha #which is why you're so pent up #dead #buddie #buck x eddie #eddie x buck #evan buckley #eddie diaz #ryan guzman #oliver stark #love #7x5

[jamespottersdaisy]

Sweet Nothing

Remus Lupin x fem!reader

And the voices that implore, "You should be doing more."

To you, I can admit that I'm just too soft for all of it.

based on a request

content- fluff, sickness, hurt/comfort?, established relationship.

3.2k

author's note- this is actually several blurbs put into one fic, no use of y/n, english is not my first language so beware <3

You feel a hand on your lower back, guiding you through the throng in the Quidditch Pitch to the castle. Raising your head, your eyes catch Remus's soft but rapt expression. His eyebrows are furrowed, his eyes opting for the best way to get you from the packed crowd with the least malaise.

You don't bother to speak; most probably, he won't hear you. Hell, you don't even hear your own thoughts in all this ruckus. However, you would always hear his calm and tender tone.

"This way, dove."

You let your body comply with his hand on your back.

"You guys are a menace," your disapproving timbre curls up his lips into a subtle smile, one that he tries to hide from you. "And I don't believe for a second that you had nothing to do with this."

He chuckles, his brown eyes catching yours for a moment. "I was with you the whole time, wasn't I?"

"They're not brilliant enough to think of a way of hexing the whole–" Your words are cut off when Remus pulls you to his right. You stumble from the sudden shove, feeling his tight grip on your arms.

You see a group of brooms whooshing from where you were standing only seconds before. "What are they doing?"

"Bastards," Remus mutters, agitated that they almost knocked you out.

"Your fault. You shouldn't have given them a reason to celebrate."

You know you are wrong; of course, the Gryffindor players would celebrate with or without the Marauder's prank on the opposite team. However, a little compunction wouldn't hurt. 

"It's not my fault that I'm a mastermind," Remus grins, pulling you closer by the waist. You can hear the cheerful shouts and music from afar, knowing that James is probably capering around, frisking on Sirius or Peter. 

"Should we go and celebrate with them?" you ask Remus, even though you despise the hubbub, everyone pushing and pulling others, stumbling to one another, hurting each other's toes. Who needs that? You can very well express your cheers in the common room celebrations. And Remus knows you well enough.

"No, we'll see them in the common room," he says, holding your hand tightly. "Are you hungry?"

"We just ate."

"Do you want snacks? I can get some from the kitchens if you do."

You chuckle at his tone, so soft but also pampering you. "Are you hungry? You certainly sound like you want something to eat."

"You?"

"Remus!" you elbow him, blush painting your cheeks. He laughs, a sound that manages to flutter chords in your heart no matter how many times you hear it. He brings your hand–which is entangled between his fingers– to his lips and places a tender peck on it.

"I'll bring you some chocolate from the kitchens."

That is how you know he craves chocolate.

"You two should break up."

"Come again?"

"I said, break up for a day, you're making Prongs sad," Sirius repeats shamelessly at you, going through a cookie bowl.

Remus is ambling down the stairs with a book in his hand. A book which he uses to smack Sirius on the head. He winces, scowling at your boyfriend.

"Prongs being sad is none of our business."

You let Remus sit on the sofa and put your head on his lap. Under a mere second, another hand, belonging to James, plunges into the bowl. 

"No matter what I do, Evans won't go out with me on Valentine's Day," he continues to inspect every cookie meticulously, looking for the right one. Your heart aches at the sight, and you decide that enough is enough. You snatch the bowl under his hand and lay back on Remus's lap with the cookies on your stomach. Remus smiles at the sight of you, his hand roaming through your hair.

"Stop sampling the cookies with your filthy fingers."

"They're my only comfort. Give them back," James attacks, ready to grab the bowl back, but Remus's hands stop him. He playfully swats James's hand away from the bowl. 

"She's eating them."

You grin at James, visibly smug about your boyfriend's demeanour. "I am eating them, Potter."

"You haven't touched them since Peter brought them from the kitchens."

"I will eat them, Potter."

You don't comprehend what happens next, or you simply don't remember. Maybe James groans and leaves your side, or Sirius starts teasing you again. Who knows? You just feel Remus's fingers tousling between strands of your hair. 

"What are you doing?" you whisper, a tiny smile adorning your lips.

"Braiding your hair," he drawls, his eyes glancing at your lips before averting back to your hair. 

"You know how to braid?"

Remus chuckles, shaking his head. "No, but I'm learning right now."

"By ruffling my hair?"

"I'm not ruffling, dove. I'm braiding."

"No, you're definitely ruffling. I can feel it."

"I'll comb them later tonight. Sounds good?" you smirk at his raised eyebrows, hearing your heart singing. Moments like this are what soothe your worries and take away the weight on your shoulders for that week. His quiet whispers and tender touch, adoring tone and smiling eyes always manage to find their path to your heart, warming it in an instant.

"Will you also bring me milk and kiss me goodnight?"

He smiles, bringing one hand to your chin. His thumb caresses the skin and journeys to your lips.

"If that's what you want."

You roll your eyes at him, taking his hand from your face in your hand. You start to fiddle with his fingers, oblivious of the beam in his countenance. You love playing with Remus's hand. They are larger than yours, as Remus enjoys pointing out with every chance he gets, but also so soft. 

Your eyes forcefully move from your intertwined hands to Remus's brown eyes. In a few seconds, your mind feels his finger resting under your chin. You gaze at him with confusion and affection as he leans in and puts his lips before yours. He doesn't kiss you, merely placing his lips inches away from yours. You know he is waiting for you. 

You smile for a moment, your warm breath hitting his lips. You know it puts him on the edge when you josh him, his breathing getting heavier, the black in his eyes widening.

But you relish it more than anything.

"Don't tease, dove," he whispers, and you can feel the anticipation in his tone.

You giggle, your smile growing against his, your fingers running through the hair on his neck. You don't torture him any more, crashing your lips to his. You let out an amused breath when you feel Remus return the kiss in a second, his hands wandering your body.

No matter how long you've been together or how many times he has kissed your lips, it is the same feeling every time. The burn in your core, the desire for more and the joy of his touch. You are too familiar with all these sensations, and yet you welcome them every time with a smile on your face.

"Get a room!"

You are familiar with Sirius's shriek, too.

Your throat burns with pain, your nose itching with an urge to sneeze, which never comes. You know for sure that you look terrible in your bed, with dishevelled hair, a red nose and swollen eyes. However, all this doesn't seem to phase Remus even a bit. 

"You're a mule."

He is annoyed and maybe slightly worried. His eyebrows are furrowed, and displeasure has gained a seat on his visage. He is staring at you with irritated eyes and a scowl beside your bed.

"And you're rude," you say, barely managing to raise your voice from a whisper. It's not your fault that your throat hurts when you talk.

"Dove, let's just go to Madam Pomfrey."

"For a cold?"

Remus groans, sitting next to you. He puts one hand on your right thigh before speaking again.

"You'll have a fever if you keep up like this."

"I'm fine, stop worrying," you say, even though you're happy that he does.

You're happy that he worries for you and cares for you. You're happy that he never leaves your side or your hand. You're happy that even though he rarely uses the words, he still manages to tell you he loves you with actions.

You don't need to hear it. You never need to hear it; Remus makes sure that you can feel it.

"You know I can't do that," he shakes his head, persistent with his efforts. "And you know I can't take care of you all by myself."

You chuckle at his words. For the last seven hours, he's been bringing you warm soup, making sure you're hydrated enough, and he hasn't let you stand up for even a second.

"You've done well so far," you smile despite the ache in your temples. "Remus, it's just cold. I'll be fine in the morning, especially with your pampering."

You don't see the point in visiting the hospital wing for a seasonal cold; it seems like overreacting. Remus, on the other hand, seems distraught seeing you in pain. He doesn't want to agree; you can see it on his face, but he agrees anyway. 

"It would help if you took a warm shower, you know."

You smile at him, knowing damn well that he wouldn't let you get on your feet without his help.

"Maybe."

Remus nods several times, immediately rising to his feet. "I'll run a shower for you."

You watch him sprint to the bathroom, and the next thing you hear is the water running. You are lucky that your roommates are not in your dorm room today. Or maybe you're unlucky that you got sick on Saturday.

You slowly start getting out of bed, your head throbbing. Remus comes back and helps you get to the bathroom. In reality, he merely follows you from place to place, as you're perfectly capable of walking. 

"You're acting like I'm a toddler," you laugh at his concern, which earns you a frown. 

"You are a toddler. Why else would you refuse to go to the hospital wing?"

"Because I'm fine," you grin, getting out of your clothes. Remus watches you, leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed. "If you're waiting for me to ask you to join me, I'm not gonna do that."

He smirks at your tone, pushing himself off the doorframe. "I'll be there if you need me."

He leaves you alone, and you let hot water embrace your bare skin. By the end of the shower, you feel lighter and better, happy that your headache has eased a bit.

Remus waits for you in the room, and you notice that he has brought you another soup. 

"How many times do I have to drink that?" 

"Enough times for you to get better," he pushes the blanket on top of you when you lay down on the bed. "Cooperate a bit."

He takes the soup bowl in his hand and lifts the spoon. You grimace at the steam rising from the spoon.

"I'd rather not drink–"

"Open wide, the train is coming," he pushes the spoon to your lips.

"Remus!" you pull your head backwards, laughing involuntarily. "It's hot!"

"You haven't even tasted it."

"I can see from the steam."

"Fine," he groans, huffing at the spoon. "It's good now, come on."

Now that you're out of the excuses, you comply with him. Still, you pull a face when your tongue meets with the soup, albeit it is delicious. 

"It can't be that disgusting, dove."

"It is," you lie when Remus offers you another spoon, a bit of liquid dripping from your lips to your chin. 

"Let me see," he says, and before you can deny it, his lips are already on yours. 

You let out a disapproving sound from deep in your throat, even though your stomach tingles at the feeling of Remus's soft lips on yours. He pulls back an inch, but still close enough for you to feel his warm breath. 

"It was delicious," he mocks. "Liar."

"You're gonna be sick, baby," you whisper, your lips smiling a bit. 

He kisses you again, this time quicker and shorter than before. "You'll take care of me."

And you will take care of him the next morning because he definitely will be sick.

You don't feel your legs, nor do you remember how you got to the castle yard. You're in a trance, unable to hear or feel anything as you stride to a distant tree that will provide you solidarity. Anything except the suffocating weight in your lungs and the burning urge in your throat. You want to cry. You want to drop to your knees and wail, letting tears pour down your eyes, allowing the agony to leave your heart with your every cry.

But you don't cry.

You don't cry until you know you are alone. You don't cry until you are sure that no one can see you, no one can hear you. You don't cry until you are sure that you are out of everyone's sight who will pity you if they see your tears.

It feels too much. You feel too much. You feel too much, but you don't feel enough. You never feel enough. 

You run, but you never flee. You swim, but you drown. You smile, but you cry.

The moment you see the tree, your legs give in. You fall to the ground, a cry leaving your lips. You don't scream, you don't wail. You simply welcome the tears as you sit on the ground, pulling your knees to yourself.

Your mind echoes each and every word that pulls you too deep into the ocean.

"I expected more from you."

You thought you did enough.

"It's your fault."

You thought you did the right thing.

"You'll do better next time."

You thought you did better this time.

You hear your pained sob, pitying yourself. Your nails dig into your skin hard enough to leave a mark. You want to leave a mark. You want to feel something, something other than the pain burning inside your chest. 

"Dove?"

You whine at your lover's voice, so soft and tender, afraid to startle you. You don't question how he has found you. Somehow he always does.

"Go away, Remus," your tone sounds weaker than you expect, full of agony and desperation. You don't look at his face; you don't look anywhere but your hands. 

You don't want him to see your red eyes, tear-stained face and shaking hands. You don't want him to hear your heavy sobs and breathless cries. You don't want him to pity you.

"No," he sits next to you, still a bit hesitant to touch you. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

"Go away," you cry, "please."

"I am not going anywhere, dove," he shakes his head, his eyes glancing at your hands. He knows it may backfire, and he knows you may draw up your walls even higher, but he takes the risk. He puts his hand on yours, parting your nails from your skin. 

You scrunch up your face when he kisses the skin where your nails dig deep, ready to burst into tears once more. You lower your head, refusing to let him see your pain. 

He doesn't let you. 

"Talk to me," he pleads, holding your hand close to him. "I hate seeing you cry."

Of course, he does, you think. Why would anyone want to put up with your bawling? Why would anyone want to put up with you?

You can feel the hatred poisoning your veins, darkening the light in your heart. You know this hatred, this darkness. You know who it is aimed at. You are too familiar with its burn. You know it is going to mock your weakness and insult your very being because you know you feel that hatred for none other than yourself.

When you talk, you want to drown your voice just to never hear it again.

"I'm sorry."

You don't see Remus's confused face. You don't feel his bafflement. You only hear his loving pitying tone.

"For what?" he asks and doesn't wait for your reply. "Dove, come here."

You despise your body for betraying your mind. You abhor your heart for betraying your will. You hate your frailty when it comes to Remus.

You let him hold you close to his chest, sobbing into his touch. His hands caress your hair, his lips leaving kisses on your temple as comfort. Your body trembles under his affection, the tears staining his shirt. 

"It's alright. You're alright," his tone hugs the scarred part of your soul. "I'm here."

"I'm sorry, Remus, I'm sorry–"

"What for, dove? You have nothing to be sorry about," he cuts you off, feeling that you're spiralling. "Tell me what's wrong. Tell me, we'll fix it together, yeah?"

You shake your head, clinging closer to his chest. This is the part you hate most. The part where the words line up against your tongue but don't know how to get out. Your feelings mock you, and you're afraid that if you talk, he will mock you, too.

Remus knows you. He has learned you well enough to know that you are struggling. He strokes your back, encouraging you to speak. 

"Come on, dove. You'll feel better," he kisses your hair.

"No, I- It's not.." you mumble something between your sobs, and Remus tries so hard to understand you. He waits, patiently giving you the time you need to organise your thoughts, all while embracing you tightly. 

"It's alright. Take your time."

You inhale a deep but shaky breath, your chest trembling from all the hiccups. You wish to speak, to share your pain with your lover, but it's just too heavy. So heavy that letters are like a burden to your tongue. 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you don't know you're crying again until you feel teardrops on your hand. "I can't. This is it. This is all I got. It's not enough, I'm not enough."

"Hey, hey, hey," Remus pulls away, taking your face in his hands. "You're more than enough."

"No, no, I-I can't…I can't do better. I need to do better, I have to do better–"

Remus doesn't understand what you're talking about; your words don't make sense to him. All he knows is that your every tear is like a knife to his heart, your every sob is like a hit in the gut, and your every word is like a storm hitting his mind.

"You don't have to do anything. You're doing enough," he says, his heart clenching in pain at the sight of you. "Listen to me."

He puts his forehead on yours, closing his eyes. "Listen to me, dove."

He waits for you. He waits until your breathing calms down, your tears slow down, and your body stops shaking. You close your eyes, inhaling his scent.

"You're enough for me," he whispers, his hands still caressing your body. "I love you, and you're enough for me."

You feel the burn in your chest at ease, the burden in your tongue walking away. You feel your tears come to a halt, your soul finding comfort in his words. 

"I love you, too," you whisper back. 

"Then talk to me, and let me help you."

So, you talk. You tell him every word in your mind, every pain in your heart and every burden in your soul. You know he can't possibly solve all your problems or take away all your pain, but what he can do is always let you know he loves you, whether with his words or his actions.

I love Remus, I wish men were real.

Thank you for reading and please let me know what you think!

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Love on Tape

Hello everyone! Today, we’re answering a request made by @simpforhotties : “Hi honey!! So I just watched Ben Barnes's 11:11 music video and it's so good!! Soooo what about a Ben Barnes x reader where she appeared in the music video (imagine Evan Rachel Woods isn't there but her) and then people especially his fans are like 'who tf is that, she isn't an actress' soo a lot of questions about her have been flooding the internet bc she's a beautiful girl and no one knows about her then maybe a week later after the music video has been released Ben announced his engagement to her and then her name and identity has been revealed like 'oh my that girl is a photographer or a make up artist (whichever you prefer) and then she was like getting a lot of comments like 'congratulations y/n' I'M SO SHITTY AT EXPLAINING BUT IF YOU'RE ABLE TO MAKE IT TYSM!! Ohh and please tag this ACC @simpforhotties LOVE YOUR WORK!! 💗💗”

Thank you so much for your request! It was a lot of fun to write, and it also gave me a good excuse to watch over and over again Ben’s video, so… a full win for me!

I got a little overexcited, and it grew a little long, but I doubt you’ll hold that against me… Also, a huge thanks to all of you who helped me finding back that interview where Ben talks about being in a graveyard when 11:11 dropped. I struggled so much finding it again, and I needed it for this fic, so thank you, my fellow Bin Bons fans!

I hope you all like this adorable little piece! Tell me what you think about it!

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Pairing: Ben Barnes x reader

Warning: No nsfw content but intimate scene and very heavy innuendo at the beginning. Absolute fluffiness. The fluffiest of the fluff. Cavities guaranteed.

Summary: Ben is working on his music video for 11:11, and he asks you to be a part of it. But not simply as a make-up artist, no, he wants to use this opportunity to announce your engagement to the world, in a subtle way.

Word Count: 6536

Ben Barnes’s Masterlist – Main Masterlist

Your body was exhausted, aching, but in the best way. You shivered a little, remnants of sweat still covering some parts of your body, but you weren’t willing to move just yet, even if simply to pull up the sheet over your frame.

You didn’t need to, anyway. Ben had spotted the goosebumps spreading over your arms, and he tugged you in, slipping his hand under the covers to grab your waist and gently pull you closer. You complied, leaned into his chest, that glimmered under the dim lights of your bedroom. You didn’t mind the perspiration though, when you rested your palm against his heart. It had found back a steady rhythm, after the frantic beating of pleasure. Soft, calm, constant, safe…

He leaned down to press his lips against your forehead, right at your hairline, and you smiled into your pillow at the tender gesture.

When you looked up at him, he was grinning, still a little dazed, almost looking high after your adventures under the sheets…

You loved this look on him. The bliss in his smile, and the dizzy look in his eyes, and his dishevelled hair…

“So much for a full night of rest before your audition, tomorrow,” you teased him, glancing over at the alarm clock on his bedside table.

It was almost one in the morning.

“Yeah, well… You have better arguments than my agent.”

You laughed at his silly jokes, running your fingers through his beard, the delightful tickles it elicited making you shiver again.

“Why do I feel like these arguments are situated around my chest or right under my back…”

“Well… you know me well.”

You swatted him playfully on the shoulder for that, making him giggle.

“I’m kidding!”

“Only-half kidding, I do know you.”

“I’m not going to deny that these elements of your body are absolutely stunning. But then, everything about you is stunning.”

You tried to refrain a grin, but failed.

“Sweet-talker.”

“You love it.”

“I do.”

You shushed his chuckle with your lips, and he didn’t complain, moving to roll you to your back. He propped himself up on an elbow by your side so he could stare at you, a dreamy smile on his lips. You ran a finger along the upward curve, his lips were a little bruised after kissing you so much tonight, their shade redder than usual. He kissed the pad of your finger when you moved it across his mouth a second time. He playfully bit your finger when it crossed his lips a third time, making you giggle, and you chose to resume your ministration across his cheek instead, lightly scratching him through his beard, making him let out a content sigh.

“Show me your hand,” he asked, and you chuckled at that, shaking your head fondly.

You yielded anyway. Since the two of you got engaged a few weeks before, Ben kept on asking to see your engagement ring. It was such a pretty sight, after all, the ring sitting perfectly around your finger…

He enlaced your fingers together, looking at the shining gem, and grinning like a fool… he didn’t care for a second about it though. He truly was the happiest he had ever been in this moment…

“Don’t know who gave you this, but he has great taste,” he joked, succeeding at making you laugh.

“He does, indeed. But he’s also a moron.”

“Hey! That’s not nice at all! And to say that to your fiancé! I feel outraged!”

“I’m the one who proposed to you! You were too slow about it. So, I can call you a moron.”

“True. But I didn’t get a pretty ring out of your proposal, did I?”

You rolled your eyes, chuckling, and he was laughing as he kept on teasing you.

“Did I get one of these? No, I didn’t! I took my time, but at least I did it right.”

“I did it right too! It was romantic!”

“You proposed to me after sex, that was not romantic at all.”

“I proposed to you after a romantic date, that I planned, with a romantic dinner and a great movie and some mind-blowing red wine. I even had petals on the bed and candlelight all around the bedroom! I was super romantic about it.”

His teasing smile turned into a cocky smirk as he nodded.

“True. You really are crazy about me.”

“Oh, shut up!”

But you yielded easily when he laughed and went on a mission to kiss every single inch of your face.

“I am crazy about you, that’s why I asked you to marry me and then accepted this very pretty ring,” you mumbled against his lips.

He pulled away to stare at you again while you lost your fingers in his hair, and you loved seeing him smile so much.

“Good. Cause I’m absolutely crazy about you, too.”

“Oh, I know you are,” you teased, and your entire body warmed up at the sound of his bright laughter.

“You’d better know it, I literally tell you everyday how much I love you.”

“You do,” you nodded, brushing your nose against his, a fond smile on your lips.

But when he pulled away again, he seemed more serious, and you couldn’t refrain a frown at the sudden change of mood.

“There’s something I want to discuss with you, actually. Something important.”

You nodded, gently scratching his scalp, and he leaned into your touch without noticing.

“We’ve decided to make a public announcement about our engagement,” he spoke softly, his words cautious. “And I still think it’s a good idea, don’t get me wrong...”

“But?”

“But… there is something I want to do with you, and I don’t know if it would be too much for you.”

“Too much?”

“I don’t want to drag you into the spotlight if you don’t want to, love.”

“We agreed on the Instagram post,” you reminded him. “I’m okay with it. I’m okay with posting a picture of us, together, and to clearly say who I am…”

“I know, that’s not what I meant.”

“What did you mean then?”

He took a deep breath, and you wondered why he seemed so nervous now. It was just you. There was no need for him to act all shy.

“I’m going to work on the music video for my album in a couple of weeks, you remember that?”

“How could I forget? Of course, I remember, baby!”

“I just thought… You know how important this is to me and… you know that this song is about you. About how we struggled at the beginning, even if I was already madly in love with you at the time. And so, I just… I’d like you to be there.”

You grinned.

“Of course, I’ll come to help! Besides, you’ll need a make-up artist for that…”

But he interrupted you with a shake of his head.

“No, I mean… I want you to be in the video.”

You stared at him, clearly taken-aback as your mouth fell open.

“Me? Like a… a cameo?”

“I want you to be the girl in the video. I want you to… be you. The woman I love, the woman I’ve been loving for years…”

“But I’m not an actor…”

“It’s okay. It will just be a few scenes. You’ll be brilliant.”

“But I… I’ve never done anything like that. What if I mess it up? And you only have a day to shoot the video, what if you lose too much time because of it…?”

But he shushed you, softly, calmly, and you knew he longed to give you a reassuring smile, but there was something desperate in his gaze setting his black irises ablaze.

“I understand if you don’t want to do it. Because it would mean that you would appear in the video. And it would… put you in the public eye even more than our official engagement. And if you don’t want that, that’s okay. But I… I want it to be you. I wrote this song for you. All of my songs are always about you. This is the first time that I’m going to put my own music out there, something I’ve actually written about my real life, about my real feelings, and… that I’m proud of. And I want you to be a part of it because… because you’re the reason behind it all. Because I can’t imagine myself singing about our own story to another woman. Because… I want you to be there. I want to share this moment with you. And I know that you will be brilliant, really, that is the last of my worries. My only worry is that it would make you uncomfortable to be in a video, where people are going to wonder who you are, what we are to each other…”

“What if we made our announcement before the video then?”

“We could, if it makes you feel better.”

You pondered the question for a moment, but then, you shook your head. You had a tender smile on your lips again, and Ben could do nothing but wear the same one on his own features.

“Or… actually, we could make the announcement after your video has come out. Your music video would be… kind of… like… a pre-announcement. And that would be a lovely way to do it.”

Your two smiles expanded into full grins.

“I think so too,” he nodded.

“Alright, I’ll do it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure. But I expect some coaching for my acting from a professional!”

“I’ll see if I can get someone to come over for that,” he joked, leaning closer.

“We haven’t seen Anna in a while, she would be awesome.”

He laughed at that, rolling his eyes.

“Very well, whatever you want,” he mumbled against your lips.

“She’ll be a better teacher than you.”

“How dare you?! Fuck you!”

But you pulled him down for a heated kiss, one that made him melt into your arms, and gasp as you gently pulled on his hair exactly the way he liked, and made him lose all coherent thought…

When you pulled away, you kept your lips close to his, eyes closed, and a devilish grin on your features.

“Well, if you’re the one to fuck me, then that sounds like an excellent plan.”

You didn’t get another chance to tease him some more.

And he had terrible dark bags under his eyes the next day for his audition…

You were used to the quick pace of a set, to the loud noises and people running around. You worked as a make-up artist in LA, after all. It was even how you had met your fiancé, a long time ago, on the set of a TV-show where you had poured too much powder on his cheek and he had struggled to look at anything but you the whole time…

It was such a long time ago, it still felt like yesterday.

You were nervous now, though. Because you were not the one applying make-up, but the one sitting on a chair being pampered.

Ben was leaning against the doorframe, waiting for you to be ready for the next scene.

It was easy. Just walk by his side, smile, help him put on a vest. Then he’d walk further away. The next shot, you would act like you were fixing his make-up…

And you knew that he had included these details because of you. Because they represented how the two of you had met. Because they represented you.

Still… you said nothing of it. Your heart was too full of love for any words to be spoken about it.

You thanked the make-up artist, and walked over to Ben, spinning around to give him a full view of your outfit.

“Do I look okay?” you asked, clearly nervous.

But Ben was staring at you, his arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe wearing a suit, and he had such an adoring expression on his features… like he was staring at some kind of blinding light. But then again, that was exactly what he thought of you. The brightest star in his sky…

“You look breathtaking,” he answered earnestly, and you couldn’t help but shy away a little.

“Thanks. You look incredible too.”

He grinned at that.

“Doing my best.”

“Well, your best is an awful lot to take in.”

He laughed at that, and you soon joined him. You accepted his hand when he offered it to you.

“It’s time to go. Are you ready, darling?”

You nodded, moving towards the set with him. Hand in hand. And you found that you weren’t so afraid anymore, holding his hand. And as the scene played out, it wasn’t difficult to look up at Ben and catch his infinite dark eyes and get lost in them, and to smile up at him, and to look like you loved him because… you did. More than anything.

And Ben reckoned that it had never been so easy for him to seem enamoured, to look at someone before a camera and grin, and stare at them with adoration painted all over his features… Because, well, that was how he felt, for real.

It was easy, none of you had to act at all.

“Love!”

You smiled at the excitement in Ben’s voice, turning towards the door. You were snuggled on the sofa, under a warm blanket, looking like a comfortable mess, right out of the shower, and ready to play a movie or some crappy tv-show to end the night before going to sleep.

Or well, that was before your fiancé came running in the room, calling for you, looking as excited as a kid.

“What is it, baby?” you asked him as he jumped on the sofa by your side, his laptop in his hand.

“The music video is done!” he answered with so much pride in his eyes, you loved seeing him this way. “Just got sent the final version. We were almost done when I left the studio this afternoon, there were just a few problems with the sound. It’s been fixed while I was driving home, and I’ve just gotten the email with the video. Do you want to watch it with me?”

You grinned at the offer, your gaze growing more tender.

He was wearing comfortable clothes too, an old red t-shirt and some sweatpants, his hair still wet from the shower. You caressed his cheek in a tender, intimate gesture. He was about to start working on this horror series, and he needed to be clean-shaven for the role. It was still a little strange to see him without a beard, to run your fingers across soft skin instead of tickling hair.

“Of course, I want to! Let’s watch it together! Have you seen this version of it yet?”

“No, not yet. I’ve literally run across the flat from my office to show you,” he giggled as he answered, blushing hard, and your heart swelled at the sight.

He was so adorable sometimes… still growing a little shy, a little self-conscious…

But you distracted him with a kiss, and it seemed enough to bring back his proud smile.

“Let’s watch it!” you said, excited.

You settled into Ben’s arms, and he waited until you were comfortable to start the video, his grin growing fonder and fonder every second as he stared at you. You noticed his intense glance, and looked up with a shy frown.

“What? I’m just getting comfy.”

“Nothing, I just… I love this. Seeing you like this every day. That’s the best part.”

You giggled at that, shying away.

“Seeing me in pyjamas, my hair a mess, and looking barely presentable, is it really the best part of dating me?”

But Ben nodded, perfectly serious, as he brushed a strand of hair away from your eyes.

“Yeah, it really is. Seeing you like this every day… I can’t wait to do that for the rest of our lives.”

You leaned up to kiss him, trying to hide the tears that gathered at the corner of your eyes.

“I can’t wait for that either,” you whispered against his mouth, making him grin.

“Only a few months to wait till we’re married,” he reminded you.

“I can’t wait to call you husband…”

“Oh, that sounds good… I love it. Say it again.”

“I can’t, you’re not my husband yet!”

He huffed, turning his head to get away from your lips.

“You’re so cruel.”

You laughed at him, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Alright, show me our masterpiece!”

“I’m the one who wrote the song, remember?” he teased.

“But who was your inspiration, mister artist? Who was your muse?”

He grinned, scrunching his nose in an adorable way.

“Alright, that’s fair enough.”

“I think so too. Besides, I’ve made this video with you.”

“True, true… alright, you win. Our masterpiece it is.”

He dropped a kiss on your forehead before focusing on the screen in front of him, and starting the video.

And you loved it. Every second of it. You teased Ben about being almost naked, and he rolled his eyes. You teased him about how good he looked in this shirt, and in this suit. And you teased him about this high note he nailed. You teased him about everything, and in every word you spoke was laced along with humour something incredibly tender and loving that Ben had no trouble recognizing. Because it made you too emotional to talk about the way he looked at you in every shot, with nothing but adoration. It was too hard to talk about how wonderful this song was, about all these details about your relationship he included that you knew no one would notice but you. You needed to tell him, but you couldn’t. You gathered your strength to fight against your tears and to gaze up lovingly at him while you spoke in a whisper.

“I am so proud of you.”

His grin turned into a tender smile, and you saw tears shining in his eyes.

“Thank you. You’re amazing in this video.”

“I’m gawking at you 99% of the time.”

“You are. But then I’m also gawking at you 99.5% of the time, so it’s alright.”

You both laughed at that, but when he put away his laptop to hold you closer, that he slipped his hand under your shirt to rest his palm against your lower back, that he cupped your cheek and let his thumb travel across your skin, you knew what he was about to say before he spoke the words. You could read it in the way his dark eyes softened, in the way his expression turned dreamy, almost thankful.

“I love you, my darling.”

“I love you too, baby.”

“Thank you, for doing all this with me.”

“You did amazing. I’m so proud.”

He leaned down to kiss you again, his laptop disregarded on the coffee table. And you couldn’t wait for the whole world to see what he had made.

It was surprisingly cold in the graveyard, but then again, it was midnight in this late summer, early autumn. Middle of September, and if the leaves were still green, the cold wind brought the first signs of the upcoming season. It didn’t help that it was past midnight now, that Ben was tired, and that he had spent most of his day forcing himself to be scared.

Working on a horror movie was strange, out of his acting habits, but he couldn’t say he didn’t like the process. The crew took, perhaps, a little too much pleasure with messing with him, but he had asked them to do so, he reckoned he was the only one to blame.

Guillermo Del Toro’s Cabinet of Curiosities was an interesting project, and a tiring one. Exhausting, even. Being constantly terrified was beginning to take its toll on Ben, even if he tried to be joyful whenever the loud cut was screamed. Still, being in a graveyard on a cold evening past midnight was not helping.

He heaved a tired sigh as the director offered a five-minutes break between two scenes. He headed straight for the coffee pots, trying to avoid talking to people for a few minutes. It wasn’t the healthiest reaction to have in his current mindset, but he couldn’t help it. He just wanted to be alone for a moment.

He picked up his phone, and considered calling you, but he didn’t dare. You had an important meeting on Zoom the next morning, and he guessed you were already asleep. Still, he longed to hear your voice. He was working mainly during the night this week, which meant that you didn’t have much time to spend together. He missed you…

He was lucky though. You were not working on any movie or TV-show for a couple of months, and had decided to travel to Toronto with him while he shot this project for Netflix. And he was so grateful for this decision, because he couldn’t deny that he needed someone to be home waiting for him during this project. It helped tremendously to keep him grounded, to shake out most of his character when he came back to the small flat you were renting together for a few months to find you reading on the sofa under a pile of blankets, or humming in your tiny kitchen while you made dinner, or hearing the steady flow of the shower while you bathed.

But it was too late at night to hear your voice, and Ben reckoned that he would have to wait for the next day to see you.

He wasn’t expecting to see your name appear in his notifications though, as he unlocked his phone. He smiled all the same, looking for your text.

His smile turned into a grin as he read your series of short messages. They had been sent precisely at midnight.

11:11 is officially out!

Have been for about 20 seconds.

You’re probably working, but I wanted to be the first to say CONGRATULATIONS MY LOVE YOU’RE AMAZING!!

I might have taken a little bit of alcohol to celebrate, and now I am a little tipsy.

Tipsy tipsy ooooops!

Anyway, I love yuo!

 *uyo

*you

Sorry

Tispy, you see?

I’m sorry I can’t wait for you to come hame but I’ve got a meeting early tomorrow and I need to sleeeeeeeeeep!

*home

Sorry, topsy

*tipsy

Wow, I’ve literally sent like a dozen texts I should stop, I’m being such a creep.

Anyway, congratulations again, my love! I’m so proud of you!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hope you’re having a nice day at work (even if you’re probably in a graveyard now, still, who knows, maybe zombies are good company!)

Now I have this Cranberries song stuck in my head.

Going to bed. Love you!

My head hurts

He couldn’t help but laugh at your silly texts, grinning fondly at his phone. You were so adorable…

He hurried to type an answer.

Thank you so much, darling. You can’t imagine how much your silly texts are making me happy right now. I am indeed in a graveyard, that’s very grim, the skeletons are not great conversation-wise.

Sleep well, I’ll see you tomorrow. And good luck for your meeting, I know it’s an important one for your next project, but you’ll be amazing. You always are.

Love you!

He added a couple of heart emojis and pressed sent.

With everything going on on set, he had forgotten about his music video. But he was unbearably proud now that he was reminded that his music was out there, in the world.

And he thought he would be stressed about it all, anxious, but he wasn’t. He felt relieved that his song was out. He felt happy about it. He loved the song, he loved the music video, there was nothing else to worry about. He was comfortable enough in his own skin to not worry about reactions to his music. It was his, first and foremost, that was the whole point. He hoped some would connect to it, but it wasn’t the most important thing about the whole project.

Besides, you liked it. You were proud of him. That was all that mattered, really…

The video was out. At long last. It had been released twenty-four hours before, at midnight, but Ben was out in a cemetery somewhere in Toronto at the time, and you had an early zoom meeting in the morning. You couldn’t possibly stay awake till he would come home at 5am. Then, you were working all day while he slept, and you had merely seen him a few minutes throughout the day, just enough to congratulate him, give him some kisses and grab a coffee before going back to work while he was getting ready to leave this flat that wasn’t yours, that was only a temporary home in Toronto.

It was tough sometimes, to follow him around the world, and sometimes your different professional projects didn’t align, but you had not hesitated when you had noticed that you would be free for most of the time Ben would spend in Canada working for Netflix. And so, there you were. But if you couldn’t see Ben during the day, you were waiting for him to come home now.

You didn’t want to see reactions to the video without Ben, but he was busy at work for the day. Still, some of your friends and family members kept on sending you cute videos of people dancing to the song, and covers were already popping up only hours after the release. And you knew that it would mean that Ben would feel so proud of himself, and rightly so…

You waited for him to come home, but he was working for a part of the night again, and he didn’t arrive before midnight, before the lights outside had been turned on, before the moon was at its full height, before the rest of the street was peacefully sleeping.

He seemed exhausted when he entered, but he smiled at the sight of you nonetheless.

“I thought you would be asleep,” he admitted, his smile widening as you walked over to him and gave him a hug.

“No, I wanted to wait for you. So I could congratulate you properly on your first music video coming out!”

He chuckled, tightening his hold on you.

“Thank you.”

“Did you see all the videos and covers and stuff our friends have sent during the day?”

“Yeah, I did. It’s amazing to be honest. Did you see that woman dancing in her kitchen? She seemed so happy…”

“I saw that, yes. She did look very happy.”

“So… all went well, then. And these comments…”

“I haven’t read them yet!”

“Really?”

He pulled away, raising a surprised eyebrow.

“Wow… are you finally showing self-control?”

“Hey!” you swatted his arm, making him laugh. “I’ve just waited all night for you to come home, and that’s your reaction?”

“Sorry, sorry, you’re right. That was a little mean. True, but a little mean.”

“You know what, I’ll go to bed, now…”

“No! No, wait! Stay, we can read them together.”

“Did you have anything to eat on set?”

“Only a few snacks.”

“I’ve made some lasagna.”

“Really?” he asked with a grin.

“To celebrate, you deserve my lasagna.”

“I love you. You’re the best.”

“I know!”

You laughed as you walked into your kitchen, hand in hand.

You waited for Ben to warm up his meal, and he frowned as you yawned.

“You should go to sleep, love, you’re working tomorrow,” he admonished. “You shouldn’t have waited for me.”

“It’s okay, I wanted to. Besides, I want to read these mysterious comments with you!”

He offered you a bright smile, giving up without much of a fight as he walked back to the table with his warm plate in his hands, and he took a seat next to you. After all, he was happy you were still up. He was relieved the video was out, and he was glad that the reactions were good, but he still had had a long day filming difficult scenes, and he reckoned that he needed you now. Because he was tired, because there was a lot going on all at once for him, and because he needed to shake the remnants of his character away…

And it felt good. To see you sitting there, looking tired but comfy, in your kitchen, when it was dark outside and the city was asleep. It was safe, certain, steady. The fear he had to wear all day because of his character finished to fade away as you rested your hand on his thigh and gave the limb an affectionate squeeze.

It felt good to be himself again.

“Alright, let’s see these comments! Were they nice?” you asked, looking for his video on youtube on your phone.

“They were nice. And many were about you.”

“About me?” you asked, turning shy now.

“Of course. You’re not an actress, you’re not famous… everyone is wondering who is gawking at me for 99% of the video.”

“Oh, I see. And I bet they’re wondering who you’re gawking at for 99.5% of the video too!”

“Precisely!”

You went through the comments, pointing at a few cute ones to Ben, and he read them on your phone with you while eating his late dinner.

And indeed, he wasn’t lying. Many comments were about you…

Ben is amazing! HIS VOICE! A TRUE ANGEl! But… huh… who is the girl?

Who the hell is that, is she an actress?

Oooooooh! Who’s the pretty woman with Ben in this?! They have such great chemistry!

Hang on, there is so much longing and lovey-dovey eye contact between these two that I’m pretty sure this is Ben’s actual girlfriend. I wonder who she is!

You looked up at him with a shy smile.

“So… we had kind of predicted that, right?”

“We did,” he nodded, being more cautious now, choosing his words carefully. “People are awfully curious.”

“What do you think will happen when… what was the name of the guy? Simp4BritiBarnes will find out that I am, in fact, your girlfriend?”

“Well, I don’t know, cause they will actually find out that you are my fiancée!”

You both laughed at that, cutting some of the tension that had settled in the room.

“If you want not to go public, that’s now or never,” Ben offered, his voice soft and soothing, and you knew he was being careful now, afraid to choose the wrong words. “It can remain just that: you can remain the mystery girl from my music video. And then, you won’t have to deal with any… weird messages and… rumours and… mean tweets and… our life will go back to normal. The way it always was.”

“Yeah, and I’ll have to keep being careful not to hold your hand too much in public, and not to kiss you on the subway…”

“It’s a choice. I’m ready to make it official, but in both cases, that’s a lot to take in. I know it is. I won’t be mad if you want to take a step back and reconsider our decision.”

“Do you have any doubts about our announcement?”

“No, I don’t. I want to go public. I’m ready for it. But we need to be on the same page for this. And if you’re not ready, I’ll wait. I’ll wait for you, you know I will.”

You nodded, but your smile was unfaltering when you looked up at him again.

“I want us to announce our engagement, just the way we wanted to, the way we’ve planned it.”

“You’re sure?”

You heaved a dramatic sigh.

“You are getting me in so much trouble, Benjamin Barnes!”

He laughed, pulling you closer to kiss your temple.

And yes, you were certain. You had never been so certain of anything in your life. You were certain about him.

The Instagram post was ready, all you had to do was to publish it.

You were sitting on the sofa, Ben by your side. Both of you on your phones, you were preparing the same post for both your accounts. A united announcement with nothing fancy.

You would post a picture of Ben sipping on some red wine on your balcony; a pretty, relaxed picture of him enjoying a good meal with you, looking at the sun coming down and the sky be set on fire. Meanwhile, he would post a picture of you running away from a wave in Malibu, laughing like mad; a happy, ordinary picture of you enjoying an afternoon under the sun and the quiet waves.

Under the pictures, the common comment was a simple one:

Can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.

You would add an #engaged, and identify each other in the picture, and that would be it. After that, you would officially be together for the whole world to see.

And you would have been lying had you pretended not to be nervous, because you were. Unbearably so, even. But then again, you loved him. You were certain…

A week had passed since the music video for 11:11 had been posted on youtube, but you had no doubt that people would quickly identify you. Ben had clever fans, after all…

“Alright, I’m all set,” you told Ben, looking up at him.

“Hang on…”

You mockingly chuckled at him.

“Come on, Ben… you know how to use insta…”

“Oh, shut up! I’m old. I’m old and grumpy and terrible with this stuff…”

“I have tried to coach you…”

“You laughing at me with gifs and memes is not coaching me.”

“You remember gifs and memes?”

“I don’t remember which is which to be honest. Are memes the image ones with text?”

“Yes, they are,” you tried hard not to laugh too much, but failed miserably.

“Right… Okay, I’m ready.”

You looked at his phone, and nodded as you checked the details of the post. But everything was ready.

“I like this picture of me,” you admitted, making Ben grin.

“It’s one of my favourites. This was such a good day.”

“You loved the date I prepared for you too.”

“Delicious pizza and then an amazing movie, how could I not love it? Especially if the evening is spent with you.”

You kissed him as a reward for his tender words, before turning to your phone again.

“You look amazing in this picture!” you showed him the pic you had chosen, making him blush, his smile growing shier.

“Hmm… not too bad, I’ll admit…”

“You look super hot.”

“Well, thank you,” he chuckled, blushing all the way up to the tip of his ears.

“But then, you always look amazing…”

He chuckled, wincing.

“Thank you, my love.”

“You’re alright? You’re kind of blushing a bit…”

“Stop teasing me, I swear…”

You both laughed, before focusing on your phones again, your thumbs hovering above the screens.

“Ready?” he asked, his voice gentle again.

And you nodded, your tone firm as you replied.

“I’m ready. Let’s do this.”

And at the same time, you both pressed your thumbs on the screens, and the posts were sent across the world.

“And now, we wait for the storm, right?” you asked, taking a deep breath.

“Hmm…” he nodded. “But then again, we can also head out and have a nice lunch somewhere.”

“And not look at our phone until tonight?”

“Exactly.”

You agreed with a grin.

“But then, we’re going for a walk after lunch.”

“Anything you want.”

“Oh! I know! We still haven’t been to the Royal Ontario Museum! Maybe we could visit a part of it after lunch!”

He offered you a tender smile.

“Alright, that’s a good idea.”

“I know you’re tired with your role, and you’ve been working during the night a lot these days…”

“It’s alright, don’t worry. I’m fine. Besides, it will do me good to play the tourist.”

You put your phone away, moving closer to him.

“Having trouble disconnecting with your character?” you asked, even if you already knew the answer.

Ben was quieter these days, sometimes he moved in a way that wasn’t really his. It was easy to spot it when he struggled to get out of his character’s head.

“Yeah, a little bit,” he admitted. “I’m okay, though. I’m here.”

“I know. You’re literally laying on half of this gigantic sofa, hard to miss your tall frame…”

He laughed at that, bright and earnest.

“A museum sounds great. Let’s do that after lunch.”

And the rest of your day was pretty perfect. You both turned off your phones, so you wouldn’t be bothered by notifications, by texts from your friends or family or colleagues. Instead, you ate some delicious Indian food, before heading to the ROM museum, where you spent a long time looking at a part of the exhibitions. You stayed there until the museum would close, and spent some more time walking across the streets of Toronto, enjoying the city while you could. And for as long as you were outside, you enjoyed an amazing afternoon with your fiancé, being nothing more or else than Ben and Y/N, laughing until your cheeks were sore and holding hands as mush as you could, and stealing kisses while you walked… And you didn’t think about the announcement again until the afternoon was over, the sun was beginning to set, and it was time to go home.

When you came back to your flat, found back your phones and turned them on once more, you were bombarded with texts and comments on your post, and Ben found the same tidal wave drowning his own phone.

You were surprised though. You expected most of these messages to be hateful, and there were nasty comments under your publication, but there were also many cute ones. Many colleagues or friends also called you or sent you texts to congratulate you, joking that they would expect an invitation.

And on Instagram, everybody was going crazy, but mainly in a cute and excited way. Ben showed you a couple of comments and posts made by his fans that congratulated the two of you that sounded hilariously excited about the whole thing.

And even if there were a few nasty comments, most were nice. You were smiling again, instead of looking nervous, and Ben gently nudged you to get your attention.

“It wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“No, not so bad,” you agreed.

“People are pretty nice.”

“Yes, they are, so far. These are nice comments.”

“So… no regrets?”

But you could hear in his tone that he was asking about more than the announcement and the Instagram posts. He was asking about the two of you as well. About the ring on your finger. About the promise you would speak in a few months. About the decades to come that you had decided to spend by his side.

Your smile widened until it was a grin, one that illuminated his entire world.

“No, Ben. No regrets. Never when it comes to us.”

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[evanslvr]

EVAN PETERS BLURB

smut:

summary: you and Evan are having a hard time in the relationship and it seems like it's because of lack of intimacy..

your perspective:

•••

"Evan." I moan, feeling his tongue touch my nipple. He puts his hands around my waist and grabs onto it tightly. This feeling was like no other, we haven't done anything intimate in over two months due to him working and the job i have.

He pulls down my shorts and takes off my panties, he looks up at me for a second before taking one finger and putting half of it inside of my wetness. I close my eyes and curl my toes at this amount of pleasure I was receiving, it had been such a long time for me and him.

"Deeper," i whimper, he obliged to my request and pushes it farther. After a few minutes goes by, he takes it out and pulls his boxers down. / swallow when / look at his erection, it was so long and hard.

He strokes himself about two or three times before sliding his tip inside of me. He groans softly, resting his hands on my sides. He thrusts into me slowly, trying to get me used to the feeling before getting impatient and going faster.

"Oh..you feel so fucking good, y/n…..you're so tight for me, babe..fuckk." He moaned in my ear. Him saying those words to me only made me more aroused. He puts his face in my neck and connects his lips with my neck and starts sucking roughly.

"Evan, yes..." | dig my hands through his hair and pulled onto it gently. His head tilts back a little bit due to satisfaction and a subtle smile forms on his face. I knew he was enjoying this as much as me, "Oh, oh...oh my god. you're so wet..”

Sweat starts to drip at the sides of his face and out of nowhere he starts to harshly thrust deeper and harder. "EVAN!" I gasped, clearly caught off guard by his roughness. He was going so hard the headboard started to hit against the wall; probably leaving a mark on the wall. "Oh, Yes, don't stop, don't stop, right there, yes, yes!" I screamed, clenching around him.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum." He pants, pulsating inside of me. I wrap my arms around his neck and start to feel myself getting close. "Fuck, Y/n!" He moans, holding onto me tightly and thrusting into me one last time before releasing inside of me.

Then, I soon feel a overwhelming amount of pleasure and sensations taking over me and I reach my high. We both laid there, trying to catch our breath. We look into each others eyes and let out a small laugh.

a/n: it’s like 1:20 in the morning lol

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[canonicallyobserving911]

Hello again! Thank you for the detailed and thorough response!! Love it!

Also, I was just thinking about two other moments - Tommy's audacity in fondly saying to BUCK about EDDIE "this guy", like, how dare he lol, followed by Tommy referring to Buck as EVAN to EDDIE???

It really feels like small "subtle" ways to signal to the audience that Tommy is a presumptuous outsider taking liberties. And it seems designed to make the audience go uh excuse me? You don't get to call him Evan? Etc.

If they're really trying to set up tommy as a love interest for BUCK, who'll be well-received by the audience...it doesn't feel like a good start...🤔

Otoh, if they're trying to set up tommy as someone who at first seems like an ok guy...but who turns out to be a jerk later...i can see that.

Hi @blutterlie thank you for the ask and I have to say, the two things you mentioned above made me cringe when Tommy said them.

I believe you're right, Tommy's taking liberties and overstepping the boundaries between Buck and Eddie and after carefully analyzing the things he said and did, I think his actions are being done on purpose.

First, I'll start with Tommy's "This guy" comment because that was just weird and tainted especially when it's defined in the context he used it in. Before I include the definition, I have to say, 9-1-1 is keen on using specific words for specific reasons in their scripts and I've posted about use of the word "nice" before (linked here). The context it was used in when Eddie said it about Ana in season 4 and when Vanessa said it directly to Eddie in season 6 wasn't pleasant. Most people hear the word and think it's harmless but when its origin is identified, they soon find out it wasn't always viewed to be a compliment.

Now here's the thing with Tommy's use of the phrase "This guy". Even though he was looking at Eddie when he said it, after the words left his lips, he immediately touched Buck's arm and back. While the verbiage may sound like another harmless phrase, the truth is, it isn't and here's the proof.

According to Dictionary.com, the slang definition of "This guy is an expression used to highlight when someone has done something stupid or unbelievable". It appears he was being derogatory and the further proof of it is the way he described Eddie as a "SOMETHING" instead of a "someone" or even by his name. When Buck suggested he let him buy him a beer, Tommy replied, "I'd love that but I have to take a raincheck because I should have SOMETHING that should be arriving right now" 🙄. Based on when he said, "This guy", who he said it to and what he said next, it appears he was referencing something Buck did that was stupid or unbelievable. Please note, Tommy NEVER CALLED "EDDIE" BY HIS NAME. He never said the name "Eddie" but Buck did.

I mean like WTF is Tommy trying to do here because not only does he have a hero complex, he spoke to Buck like he has access to something (Eddie) that Buck wants and Buck is being stupid or unbelievable for not realizing it 👀.

Second, Tommy's use of Buck's legal/government name was not only peculiar; it was NOTICEABLE and JARRING. I thought it was interesting that Buck didn't respond the way he usually does when someone other than Maddie or Eddie calls him Evan. He corrected Bobby when he first arrived at the 118 and he wouldn't even let his parents call him Evan in 4x5 because he told them to call him Buck because people who know him call him that which is a bunch of BS since Buck is a persona, it's not his name. He hides behind it because that's who he wants people to see, Buck the firefighter instead of Evan the emotionally abandoned child who grew into an emotionally starved and scared to be left behind man.

When Tommy said, "I was giving Evan a tour", he said it like he's familiar with who Buck is and it was suspicious. But the kicker was neither Buck nor Eddie called him out on it even though Buck should have. Eddie called him Buck so it made me wonder why neither of them corrected Tommy. Also, how long have they really known Tommy because the familiarity with someone they just met last week is interesting?

I think Buck's going to tell Tommy "You don't know me" in 7x5 and Tommy's use of Buck's legal name could be the reason for it.

I've never considered Bommy as a ship and I believe Tommy's use of Buck's legal name was a red flag and it was done on purpose so viewers would question it. The ones who watched 4x5 and 4x14 know Buck doesn't like people calling him that and it probably made them cringe. I sure did and from the comments I've seen on reblogs, many others did too.

Finally, IMO, Chimney, Hen and Bobby probably told Buck about Tommy after he arrived at the 118 since he took Tommy's place. If they did then Buck should know Tommy's not a good guy and hopefully he'll remember that.

Their interactions were weird and kind of cringey so it'll be interesting to see how they act when the three of them are on the basketball court.

Thanks again for the ask and Tommy's actions in that sneak peek further prove why I don't like him.

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 abc #911 on abc #911 season 7 #911 season 7 speculation #911 meta #911 spoilers #911 speculation #ant tommy kinard #anti eddietommy #anti bucktommy #anti tommy kinard #Canonically Observing 9-1-1 Speaks

[flxwerydreams]

I think I like you (I hope you do too)

Lily Evans x Fem!Reader

a/n: first fic!!! pls be kind :) the title is from your text by sundial.

c/w: die joke, swearing. (lmk if i missed something)

You stared at the man with undisguised incredulity. “800 pounds? Are you kidding me? I thought we agreed on 500?” Trevor - or perhaps Troy rolled his eyes at you derisively. He probably thought he was being subtle - that stupid prick.

“It's just how it is, Miss. Moving stuff inside the 'ouse? Well, that's gonna cost you a bit extra, innit? Wouldn't want you gettin' in over your 'ead now, would we?" he jeered at you. His twin, Trevor, you identified from his tag, snickered stupidly at that. The universe was really testing your patience today. 

"Seriously? It would've been decent to tell me upfront that moving stuff indoors meant extra charges. This is ridiculous." Trevor turned to you then, all six feet of him tensed and towering over you. "Miss, it ain't on us. You got a problem with it, you take it up with the higher ups. Give us our dosh, we've got other bits to be getting on with." With a sigh you handed over the cash, regretting the choice of passing on your friends’ offers to help you with the move. 

With another sigh, you turned back to the big mess in front of you, your hands resting on your hips, visibly expressing the exhaustion you were already feeling. This had seemed like such an exciting idea at first, having your own space all to yourself. The independence and freedom that you had anticipated was certainly there and you were definitely feeling it now. Having to arrange all this furniture by yourself …… very exciting. 

You let out a third sigh and felt the weariness seep into your bones. This was going to be a very long day. You took a step toward the covered couch - ready to begin settling into this new place, which would hopefully become your home. 

Suddenly, you were ambushed by a lasso which was thrown at your legs with murderous intent. The lasso then purred and you died ….. due to the lasso’s cuteness. “Hello, kitty! Oh, you’re so precious”, you cooed. The cat (not lasso) meowed up at you, rubbing against your shins. “What’s your name, buddy?” you murmured softly, picking it up and settling it in your arms. The only response you received was another meow, and a curious paw on your face. Noticing your open door, you walked towards it, all the while, gently scratching the cat behind its ears. “You seem like such a distinguished member of the society. Oh, is that where you came from?” you wondered to yourself, noticing another open door down the hallway. “And you’re my new neighbour too, it’s so sweet of you to welcome me like that, kitty.” you giggled, shutting your door carefully.  “Let's get you back to your owner, shall we?” You walked up to the threshold of your neighbour’s house and knocked on the open door. 

Just then, ‘Kitty’, as you had begun to call the cat in your head, jumped down from your arms and ran inside — towards the kitchen, you assumed. Standing on your neighbour’s doorstep awkwardly with no apparent reason was definitely not on your agenda for the day but before you could say or do anything, a figure emerged from said kitchen, you assumed again. Following that, your heart skipped around five or at least two beats. 

Standing in front of you was probably the most gorgeous woman you had ever seen. Her red curls were tied up in a top bun and there was a smudge of flour across her left cheek. And she was saying something — to you. “— hall?” She asked, with a curious gaze fixed on you. 

“Huh? Sorry — I didn’t hear that, I was - I was thinking something else, sorry” you felt heat rise to your cheeks.

 At this, a teasing smile spread on her lips. She replied with a playful lilt to her tone "I said, I hope Crookshanks didn't give you any grief, darlin', and I was wonderin' if you're the new neighbour down the hall." 

“Oh yes, I am.’’ you replied hurriedly. “I’m in 403. Which you probably already know, cus' of all the noise.” Then you registered her previous statement. “Oh, wait — his name is Crookshanks? That’s such a cute name! How old is he?” 

“He’s four!” she replied eagerly. “He’s Himalayan. And I’m Lily Evans. What’s your name, love?” she asked, walking up to you. 

It was so hard not to stare at her — she was radiant, and you realised with a start that your palms were sweaty as hell. Quickly wiping them on the back of your thighs, you extended your right hand forward as you told her your name — mostly so that you would have something to do with them, but also because she was just so pretty. Although you didn’t want to be a creep, her hands looked so soft. You realised too late that they also looked dusty. The apologetic smile on her face just made you want to cringe even more. 

"I'm terribly sorry. I was actually just whipping up some cookie dough for your welcome biscuits. Seems I've spoiled the surprise, haven't I? But I do hope you're rather fond of chocolate chip! It's one of my specialties, you know." she winked. 

In your opinion, if you fainted, at that moment, it would be completely valid. The little nicknames, the supposed flirting (you hoped), and that wink? It was a surprise you were still standing straight. It took you a few seconds to find your voice again. “Oh, you didn’t have to, you know? But also thanks a lot. Crookshanks and his owner both definitely know how to give a warm welcome.” That was brave. And also slightly lame, in your opinion. But it seemed to have its desired effect or so you thought, judging by the slight twinkle in Lily’s eyes. Her body language shifted. She leaned in a bit closer and hummed playfully. "Looks like I owe thanks to my mate for leaving the door ajar as he left. Annoying as bloody hell, but it seems to have finally come in handy." 

You quirked a smile at that, hoping her close proximity didn’t mean she could feel the heat emanating off of your face. “Looks like you do, I guess. Anyway, I should get going. I’ve still got a shit ton of stuff to do and not enough time. I’ll see you — and Crookshanks, later though?” Judging by the way her smile seemed to soften around the edges, she definitely caught the hopeful tone at the end of your sentence. “Yes, you will. Fancy joining me for dinner tonight? I'm not exactly a master chef, but I reckon the gas ain't sorted yet at your place, love.” this time, her tone was quieter and she was looking directly into your eyes with a small smile. You shifted your weight to the other leg and looked to the floor, considering it. Was this a date? You desperately wanted it to be, but what if something went wrong? Then you would have to live next to her with that and it would be awkward as hell. Looking back up at her, you saw that she was waiting patiently for you to respond, and you decided to give it a shot. What will happen, will happen, right? 

“Sure.” you replied, hoping your voice didn’t betray the conflict you had felt. “I’d love that.” She smiled brightly and clapped her hands together, leading to a small cloud of flour enveloping the both of you. At that she grinned sheepishly and whispered “Sorry.” Guess you weren’t the only nervous one, after all."I'll see you after you're done with work, love. Just give me a shout, yeah? I’ll be waitin’." 

And with that, you left for your own flat, and the big mess that awaited you. You knew the nerves of the date — was it? — would power you to get through a majority of the work. A giddy smile on your face, you began with the Herculean tasks.

And if the exhaustion of the day seemed like a good excuse to sit a bit too close to each other on Lily’s couch while watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine after eating slightly overcooked pasta, who were you to object to that?

i hope you enjoyed it! leave a comment :) special thanks to @mxssingmemories for being an absolute angel 💖

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[tiasreadingnook]

FAVORITE AUTHORS AND WHY

[ A/N: These are based on my opinion, standards, and experiences only. The writers in this blog are those whose blogs I read religiously. I weirdly have a high standard on what fics I can read without cringing and these writers are the ones on the top of my list. This is also for those new readers that are still kinda confused about where to start and where they can find writers with extensive and quality master lists. This is a continuously growing list and I will add more when I encounter others.]

This list are blogs that mostly make fanfictions of the characters Chris Evans, Henry Cavill, and Sebastian Stan plays.

Please read the individual warnings, rules, and tags in each of these writers' blogs or fics. Minors dni.

@littlefreya - "The Eve"

When I was lost and new to the Henry Cavill fandom it was her stories that were the final nail to my coffin that will bury me 6 feet under the fandom. Her master list is everything and more -- smut, ddlg, dark, fluff, domestic -- whatever you want it's there.

@onsunnyside - "My Sofia Coppola"

Sofia Coppola is my favorite director when it comes to imagery and aesthetics -- that is why I consider Sunny as my Sofia because I SWEAR the first time I read Tarzan!Steve fic it was like a movie and none of her stories have ever disappointed me. I still can't believe I read her stories for free.

@evansbby - "New York Times"

I've said it once and I'll repeat it, I check her blog every day like it's the morning news. I am so obsessed with her stories it is unhealthy. She writes the most delicious and varied Chris Evans and characters fics which makes it exciting but also comforting at the same time because at the end of the day -- they're all daddy.

@kinanabinks - "Spicy Shakespeare"

I actually took a lot of inspiration from her in one of my series -- she is that good. She writes the most delicious smut with the perfect splash of angst, tragedy, drama, and smut that will satisfy that itch in your head when you're looking for a bit of drama in your p*rn.

@comfortcap - "Guilty Comfort"

My daddy issues FLARE TF UP when I'm reading any of her (ddlg) fics. Such a sweet writer with the sweetest, fluffiest, and sometimes smuttiest fics that makes me feel guilty and comforted at the same time ;3 I love reading her stuff after a long and overwhelming day.

@junipermuses - "Lizzy Grant"

Lizzy Grant -- aka Lana del Ray -- is how I imagine her fics would be if it was a person. Sexy, effortlessly cool, and so put together. The subtle but easy-to-digest plots builds up the smut so much that it's so satisfying to watch it all unravel in the end.

@buckycuddlebuddy - "hey god ... me again"

Her fics immerse me so much that she has me giggling and kicking my feet as I read them. She is one of the few "x reader" fic writers that makes me want to cry and scream and beg whichever god is listening to move me in the alternate reality where I am the "reader" / main character in her story.

@sillyrabbit81 - "Mother Nature Called"

I swear every time I'm on my period you will find me vicariously scrolling through her master list because the way she writes the daddies (ESPECIALLY SY) are so comforting, dominant, and caring that it just turns my heart, womb, and coochie into mush.

@angrythingstarlight - "Pandora's Box"

Once you open her master list you will read nothing but her works for days (trust me I've been there) . She has an extensive collection of works that are a top quality. Her works can range from sweet to downright nasty to the fluffiest domestic scenarios that will have you grinning at your screen at 3 am.

@hansensgirl - "The Witch"

I forget feminism when I'm reading her works. I cannot believe I'm giggling over a man bossing me over and controlling my entire life?! And she somehow makes it work and that's how I've come to the theory that she pulls some witchcraft shit when she writes her stories but hey ... I'm not complaining.

@pellucid-constellations - "All Too Well (10 minute version)"

She writes the BEST angst and that's coming from me whose comfort film is "Love, Rosie". If you're looking for a well-developed plot, characters, and story arcs that end with a lot of groveling, comfort, and a happy ending -- look no further.

#tia's recommendations #author recommendation

[fortheloveofbuddie]

Oooo I’d love to know more about “ Bratty probie Buck/ new lieutenant Eddie” and “Confessions in the dark” pleaseeee 🙏🙏

Hi Matt! 🫶

I answered bratty probie Buck/ new lieutenant Eddie here (be sure to check out @disasterbuckdiaz’s fic about it, I got the inspiration from her 😘)

Whispers of the dark is one of the first fics that I made an actual moodboard for and I can’t wait to provide y’all with another little snippet 🌹 (dw, he won’t be Evan the entire time but it’ll last a while)

(Ask me about my wips 💌)

Snippet under cut ✂️

As Evan moved his hand out from his jacket, the priest turned to face him, backlit by the glow from the burning candles, his features bathed in the golden light.

It wasn’t exactly what he had in mind when he pictured a priest - this man was young but older than him, Evan’s bet would somewhere in his mid to late thirties, tall, with caramel skin and dark brown eyes that appeared to be looking right through him. Below the clerical robe, Evan noticed a faded white scar, tracing from the middle the priests collarbone to the side of his neck - it was wide and appeared to have been fairly deep, the scar tissue thick and bumpy.

It ended right below his pulse point and Evan raised a brow, a puzzled expression on his face as he searched the priests face for a reaction.

“Unburden yourself and this house of worship will be a place where you can feel the light of your own soul and be able to feel the peace that you so clearly long to feel. Otherwise you would not be here. Am I correct?” The priest stepped closer to him and Evan stood his ground, not trusting his actions. Or showing any signs of weakness. But he also knew that the priest was right. He wouldn’t be here if he wasn’t looking for some sort of absolution or a break from being who he is, who he was always destined to be.

“No” was the only word that came out of Evan’s mouth. He didn’t know what he was saying no to. To unburden himself? To feel peace?

Eddie looked at the man in front of him - blue eyes that looked like they contained the weight of the world, pink lips pursed together and an unwavering stance in a suit that seemed to have been tailored to his exact measurements. Eddie knew who he was. He was pretty sure everyone in L.A. knew who he was. And that he was completely and utterly untouchable.

“Then I’m afraid that you’re going to have to leave the premises. I do not want guns in my church. If you truly seek to change your ways, you’ll come back unarmed” Eddie stood his ground, the subtle bulge underneath Evan’s jacket more than visible.

“You and I both know that I can’t do that, Father” Evan said, a flicker of defiance in his eyes as his jaw tightened.

Eddie, with an unwavering gaze, felt a pang of recognition deep inside of him. There was something in Evan’s behavior, a silent echo of a past that he couldn’t quite place.

“Then perhaps it's time to confront the shadows that haunt you, my son. Come back when you're ready to lay down your burdens and find a new way of life” Eddie spoke, his eyes never leaving Evan’s.

Using this as my seven sentence sunday (although it’s way more than seven sentences lol)

I was tagged by @tizniz @daffi-990 @diazsdimples @dangerpronebuddie and @theotherbuckley 😚

Tagging!! @cal-daisies-and-briars @watchyourbuck @honestlydarkprincess @jeeyuns @jesuisici33 @thewolvesof1998 @butraura @giddyupbuck @actualalligator @hippolotamus @spotsandsocks @puppyboybuckley @poughkeepsies @wildlife4life @elvensorceress @wikiangela @underwater-ninja-13 @devirnis @disasterbuckdiaz 🦋🩵

#buddie wip #caro gets mail #wip tag game #having Eddie talk like this feels so unnatural ahahajsj #itll get better i promise #but right now he just needs to uphold his priestly status #buddie #seven sentence sunday

[jaylienpotter]

@prongsfootbingo first square done! - Mutual Coming Out

One-shot under the cut or on Ao3!

Wanna know a secret?

Sirius woke up out of breath, with yet another nightmare. He didn’t remember much of it, but it didn’t matter. They were all the same. His fears and insecurities voiced, screaming at him and stripping him of his confidence. He didn’t need to recall what was said, the feeling he was always left with after waking up was there nonetheless - fear, confusion, emptiness. 

He quietly made his way over to James’s bed, an agreement they’d made months ago when the night terrors became more frequent. It took little convincing, as everything did, when it came to his favourite Gryffindor. One simple pleading look, paired with a “let me help”, was all it took for Black to succumb to Potter’s wishes. 

When he pulled the bed curtains open, he saw his best friend asleep, hair wild and messy, mouth slightly parted with a string of drool leaving its corner. Even then, he was beautiful. Sadly, he wasn’t able to stare at his crush for long, as Prongs had a light sleep - or a sixth sense when it came to Sirius - and stirred awake.

“Pads…? Nightmare?” After a nod of confirmation, he sat up, rubbing the tiredness from his eyes before putting on his glasses. “Come.”

The other boy climbed on the bed, closing the curtains and muttering a “Silencio”, as to not disturb their other two dormmates. 

“Sorry for waking you up.”

“Don’t. I asked you to.” When Sirius didn’t say anything, he continued, seemingly reading his thoughts. “You’re not bothering me. I want you here. Wanna talk about the dream?”

“No. Tell me something instead.”

“What do you want me to tell you?”

“Anything.” He just wanted a distraction, something to keep his mind busy with. James seemed to understand the assignment, pausing to squint his eyes at the ceiling - his “I’m thinking” face.

“Wanna know a secret?” Sirius nodded enthusiastically, leaning in closer despite the silencing charm. “I don’t fancy Evans anymore…”

He had spoken so low that Sirius wasn’t sure he misheard at first. “Well, about time, ay? How many years has it been?” He nudged him playfully, hoping to mask his racing heartbeat. 

“Yeah… Your turn. Tell me something.”

“Alright, well… there's… someone I like. And before you ask, no, I'm not telling you who it is.” Prongs gasped, hand to his chest in dramatic hurt. 

“Padfoot! How could you not tell me, your best friend, who you fancy?” 

“I'm mysterious like that. And you're the least subtle person I know.” It was a lie, I mean, it wasn't, but it wasn't the real reason. It worked, though. Potter's shoulders slumped in defeat. 

“I- fair… But if something happens between the two of you, you'll tell me?” 

“You'll know, I promise. Why hadn't you told us that you're over Evans? When did that even happen?” James shrugged, thankfully not saying anything about the change in subject. 

“I realised that I didn't really like her. I was chasing an idea, a feeling. And she made it clear that she wasn't interested, anyways. I guess I just liked the chase. But that's not enough to be with someone. And I mean… I don't even know her. She's beautiful and fierce and kind but… other than that, I know nothing of her passions, hobbies, goals, views… The very little I know tells me we wouldn't be very compatible nonetheless. I was just being blind and stupid.”

“I see. Good thing you realised that, then. Honestly, she doesn't deserve you. You deserve someone who loves all of you, which she doesn't. I mean she has said in the past that she hates us so… And she has absolutely no sense of humour.”

A smile - gentle, genuine, intimate. Sirius smiled back, looking away to tame the butterflies. Silence settled, there was something in the air, unspoken words hovering between them. 

“Wanna know a secret?” James leaned in and Black's heart fluttered. “It's… It's a boy. The person I like.” Fancy didn't seem right. It was more than that. But he also wasn't ready to admit he was in love, at least not out loud. 

“Oh.”

“Yeah… Oh.”

“Does that mean you're gay?” There wasn't judgement in his voice, but Sirius still didn't dare look at his face. 

“Yeah…” 

Silence. Intense, nerve-wracking. Grey eyes fixed on fidgeting pale hands. Had he made things weird? Was his heartbeat too loud? He was pondering getting up until Potter spoke. 

“Wanna know a secret…?” Sirius snapped his head up, curiosity in the furrow of his eyebrows. “I'm bisexual. Or pansexual, one of those. But… I like boys, too.” 

Black's chest tightened, only this time it was over a new feeling. Hope, perhaps? 

“Do I know him? The boy.” Brown eyes glistened, following Padfoot's Adam's apple as it bobbed up and down, settling on his lips for a brief moment afterwards. 

Surely he was imagining it, right? There was no way that James Freaking Potter, golden boy, his best friend since they were 11, had any interest that wasn't platonic? 

When he received no answer, Prongs talked again, each word sending Padfoot's heart into a race. “Wanna know a secret?” A nod. “I kind of want to kiss you.”

Sirius Black.exe has stopped working. 

Suddenly the world stopped and his lips were on James's. He didn't know who kissed who first, but it didn't matter. After their first kiss, they looked into each other's eyes longingly and went in for a second, much deeper and intense. It was hungry, emotional, intimate, awkward at times with glasses getting in the way, but it was perfect. 

Sirius only spoke again after they pulled away from each other what seemed an eternity later, gasping for air. “Wanna know a secret? It's you. The boy is you. It's always been you.”

“Wanna know a secret? It's always been you for me too.”

#marauders #marauders era #marauders fandom #the marauders #harry potter marauders #dead gay wizards #james potter #sirius black #prongsfoot fic #prongsfoot fanfic #prongsfoot #james x sirius #sirius x james #james/sirius #sirius/james #marauders starbucks #starbucks ship #bambibelle #padfoot #prongs #prongsfoot bingo

[jfleamont]

Hello! For the Beatles prompts… “Treat me like you did the night before” for Jily, please? 👀

Aaah thank you! This one could get spicy 👀

The common room was packed, filled to the brim with students celebrating the beginning of the Christmas break; the train was set to leave the following morning, and everyone was busy saying goodbye.

Most of the Seventh Years had opted for staying, and James was one of them. It took him a solid minute to find Lily among the crowd: she was in the middle of a conversation with a young boy, no older than thirteen.

“Evans? Can I steal you for a second? I just wanted to run some ideas by you.”

Lily, of course, had seen him approach; she turned to him slowly, almost as if she was annoyed by the interruption.

But he knew she wasn't.

“It's about Head stuff,” he added, smiling apologetically at the young boy.

“Conor, do you mind if we talk later?”

“Sure, don't worry! I'll try your method and I'll let you know,” he replied and waved them goodbye.

James stepped closer to her, unable to keep his distance. They were in public, but no one was paying them any attention. He could get away with it.

“What method?” he asked nonchalantly.

Lily shrugged. “He had some questions about Potions, I helped him out. Now, what did you want to talk about? Head stuff, you say?”

The smile that was tugging at her lips was driving him crazy.

“You know I didn't mean it that way.”

She tilted her head, feigning confusion. “Oh, do I?”

You'd think that someone who wanted to keep things secret would try to be more subtle.

James cleared his throat and looked around the room, not because he was afraid of getting caught, but because her eyes alone were doing things to him. “Can we go somewhere else?”

“You can tell me here.”

He raised an eyebrow as if to say really?, but she merely smiled.

“Alright. You're leaving tomorrow, right?”

She nodded.

“And do you remember the last match?”

Lily's eyes widened, and she was instantly aware of what he was asking her. “You were very nervous,” she murmured, “at least at first.”

“Yeah, turns out that a good night's sleep does wonders,” he replied, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “along with some other things.”

Lily visibly shuddered. “Oh?”

“I want you to treat me like you did the night before.”

She grabbed his wrist, squeezing it gently. The wicked smile on her face was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen.

He couldn't believe his luck.

“Well, I am leaving tomorrow. Would be a shame not to say goodbye properly.”

James smiled triumphantly. “A right shame.”

#beatles prompt game #jfleamont rambles #jily #james potter #lily evans #jple #this was fun!!! #asks #beatles drabbles

[sevensoulmates]

I always make a point to listen very closely to what the lyrics are saying in the music over certain scenes because 911 is ANYTHING but subtle when it comes to their music choices.

The song that's playing during the montage of Eddie trying and failing to make a connection with women while golfing/hiking is interesting.

"I got High hopes, high hopes , That tomorrow's where it all begins , I'll be somebody's daughter , I'll be somebody's friend , I'll be somebody's part-time lover again , Chased by the devil down a one-way street , Made it out alive , Now I'm back on my feet , I got high hopes"

These lyrics are so interesting to me because it's once again placing Eddie only in relation to who he can be to other people. A son, a friend, a father. Never just him.

But what also stood out to me was the lines "somebody's part-time lover again" and "chased by the devil down a one-way street".

I googled both these phrases and didn't really find much "official" meaning.

But to me "somebody's part-time lover" really does encapsulate how all of Eddie's romantic relationships on the show have been. You see bits and pieces of it, flashes, like his romantic relationships are a sideplot in his own life. I also took it to mean feeling half-hearted about a relationship you're in too. Like how with Ana he was going through the motions, like how in this very montage he's forcing himself once again to go through the motions of trying to force a meet-cute, like he will once again with Marisol by the end of the season. Marisol once again feels like something shoehorned, something forced, someone for Eddie to be another "part-time lover" to.

The other line "chased by the devil down a one-way street" to me, indicates running from a supposed "devil" (ie. something you believe to be 'bad'), repressing something 'wrong' about yourself that you refuse to acknowledge. And the "one way street" to me indicates an illusion of only being able to go in one direction, feeling like you can only be able to take one path, and why does he run as fast as he can down this one-way street? Because's he running from the "devil", the thing he's repressing, the thing he won't let himself acknowledge. Because, Eddie, you're running. You're not in a car. You can choose to turn around and walk in the other direction, you just refuse to face this illusionary "devil".

Even the portion of the song that we're supposed to be paying attention to, the "high hopes" part, feels off. Because high hopes usually lead to what? Disappointment. "High Hopes" are expectations, literally. By the end of this montage every one of his "hopes" are dashed. Eddie has these expectations for himself that he wants to live up to, but when he can't, he'll just feel more disappointed. He'll have these high hopes about a relationship with Marisol only to be let down because he thinks he'll develop this deep, amazing connection with her but more than likely he just won't because those kinds of relationships DO NOT (I emphasize again they DO NOT) happen that quickly looking at you Evan "she sees me better than anyone after 1 date" Buckley.

It's just interesting that the song that's supposed to represent Eddie really moving on and being open to love and putting himself out there centers on only who the person is in relation to others, half-hearted romantic relationships, and running from something repressed.

#911 abc #eddie diaz #6x17 #911 meta #eddie meta #does anyone know what this whole song is called? #because I literally could not find it anywhere #also sorry I'm being super rambley tonight #this blog is my void and I am screaming into it #I also really want to write a whole nother fucking post about Eddie wanting chemistry and the implications of that #I didn't get to write a lot of meta when s6 was airing so I am making up for lost time

[up-to-some-good]

Mission Accomplished

Part two to this, but can be read as a standalone. Written for @jilymicrofics February 25 - sentimental

James was going to propose that night. Lily knew it as well as anyone. It was a Wednesday, their usual date night, and James had somehow gotten a reservation at their favourite restaurant despite the owner's firm policy against reservations. It wasn't a special date, not their anniversary or Valentine's or anything, but it was a special place. The restaurant was where their first date had taken place in the summer before seventh year. They didn't go there often, not unless it was a special occasion, so Lily knew that tonight was the night.

For all his scheming and mischief, James Potter was not a subtle man. He had spent the past few weeks having secret meetings with the marauders while she was out. She had once walked in on them, having finished her work early, and the conversation had immediately stopped when she walked in the room. She was also pretty sure James had gone to see her parents the past weekend while she was out with Mary. He had come home in an incredibly good mood and her mom had been in equally good spirits that night when they had their weekly phone call.

She had done her best to help James with his plans, albeit subtly. On her weekly coffee date with Sirius, she had steered him past a jewellery shop and made sure to give details about her ring preferences to him in hopes he'd pass them on. She had lent her camera to Remus when he asked without asking tooany questions, knowing he hated lying and was terrible when put on the spot. She knew the ring was hidden somewhere in the house and that if she tried, she could probably find it, but she hadn't gone looking. She would see it soon.

Lily dressed carefully for their date that evening. It wasn't a formal place, but she took care to wear something nice, knowing there would be pictures. She found herself feeling quite sentimental as they walked to the restaurant hand in hand, remembering there first date like it was yesterday. James had been so nervous, stumbling over his words and fidgeting constantly. It was a far cry from the man walking beside her now, holding her hand loosely and chatting to her with ease, completely confident.

They were seated on the patio, sparkling lights overhead and a cool breeze keeping them comfortable. Lily spied a familiar couple across the street on a bench, conspicuously hiding their faces behind newspapers.

She and James ordered their usual favourites, and she almost forgot what was happening as they fell into comfortable conversation. It was after they ordered dessert that James started fidgeting, cracking his knuckles and messing with his hair. She reached across the table for his hand and gave him a knowing smile. He smiled back easily and scooted his chair back a little.

"You're too smart to not know what's going on tonight," he said. "I have something I want to ask you, if you'll let me."

She nodded, unable to speak as her eyes started to sting with tears.

"Lily," he started. "I think I've loved you since the first time I saw you, back when I was an eleven year old with a head too big for his shoulders and no common sense. It's been an incredible privilege to get to be with you and to fall more in love with you every day. I don't know who I am without you anymore and I don't want to find out."

He moved over to kneel next to their table, holding out a ring to her.

"Lily Evans, will you marry me?"

She leaned forward to cup his cheek.

"Of course I will," she said. "You know that."

There was a camera flashing and applause from the other patrons as James slid the ring onto her finger, but she didn't really care. All she cared about was the man in front of her with his messy hair and crooked glasses, smiling at her like she hung the moon. James Potter. Her fiancé.

#jily #james potter #lily evans #jily microfic #marriage proposal #they're in love your honor #I headcanon that james is just always a lil messy. glasses skew. he's just that kinda guy #also lily was never going to be fooled by his scheming #sentimental

[thebibutterflyao3]

Day 27 - Prompt: Rush @pandalilymicrofics

February Daily Series - 600 words

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The night fell quiet around her as Pandora focused intently on Lily’s progress down the hill. It felt like she’d laid here for ages with the cool breeze ruffling her skirt and the prickling sensation of grass brushing against her bare legs. It suddenly reminded her of ants and she cringed at the thought of the tiny creatures running over her skin.

“I hate to rush you, but could you please hurry?”

There was a crash and a panicked whine accompanied the violent shaking of the light from Lily’s phone. “I’m trying! These…ffyc….these shoes.”

“Lily Evans! Are you cursing?”

A beat of silence was followed by a quiet, “No.”

Pandora laughed, then cursed herself for it when the pain shot through her side. She was definitely bruised from that fall. “Putain de merde!”

“No moving!” Lily’s voice had turned shrill.

“I didn’t!” she argued. “I landed on my back and it hurts to laugh.”

“No laughing then.”

“Killjoy.”

Lily and her light appeared much closer. She leaned in and smiled apologetically at Pandora’s retort. “You’re not the first to say so.”

Pandora stared up at her in speechless awe. Lily’s face and hair glowed in the light as she examined Pandora’s head for injuries. Angelic, gentle, and overwrought with concern. A little crease between her brows deepened as she lifted the hem of Pandora’s shirt.

“You’re already starting to bruise here. Do you think you can sit up, or should we call for an ambulance?”

“Are you truly worried about me?” Pandora asked, lifting her hand to cradle Lily’s face. She was warm and unbelievably soft. Her thumb rubbed at the crease in her brow. “I’ll be fine.”

Lily closed her eyes and sighed as she leaned into her palm for just a moment. “Worried is probably an understatement.”

“Just tell me one thing?”

“Anything.”

“Are there ants crawling all over my legs?” Pandora deadpanned.

An amused breath burst from Lily as she opened her eyes and shifted away. “No ants. Let me fix your skirt before we try to sit you up though.”

“I’ve noticed that you're very concerned about my modesty.” Pandora grinned cheekily at Lily’s huff of protest, then added, “It’s sweet, but wholly unnecessary.”

“It’s not about modesty, Pandora. It’s cold!”

“Ah, I see. You’re keeping me warm.”

Lily nodded distractedly as she smoothed out Pandora’s skirt. “Practical matters first.”

“Mm-hmm. It has nothing to do with how much you like staring at my legs.”

“Exactly.”

Pandora smirked as she waited for the words to sink in. Watching Lily’s cheeks flush as the realisation of her admission flooded through her was stupidly satisfying. She wasn’t nearly as subtle as she thought she was.

“I mean—” Lily faltered, chewing her bottom lip.

“It’s alright. You can admire them later.”

Lily shook her head with a soft laugh as she leaned in to meet Pandora’s eyes. “Are you, a self-proclaimed trauma victim, honestly flirting with me right now?”

“Does that really surprise you? It shouldn’t.”

“No, I suppose it shouldn’t. You’re a minx.”

Pandora’s grin widened. “Would you say that I’m a saucy minx?”

“I’m not sure sauce is the appropriate topping for you,” Lily said, sticking her tongue in her cheek.

“Was that a joke? Did you just make a sex joke?”

Lily waved a hand dismissively and resumed her examination, but now even her neck was bright red. Even when it was just the two of them, Lily’s anxiety battled her clever tongue. The few slips that Pandora had seen today hinted at an untapped font of innuendos.

I need to witness her tongue winning that fight over and over again.

Next Part>>>

#pandolily #pandalily #lily x pandora #pandora lovegood x lily evans #pandora lovegood #pandora rosier #lily evans #pandalily microfics

[marsberrrr]

Lo'ak x Reader

“Mermaids" (PT1)

Warnings: Vague mentions of/attempted su!c!de, mentioned character death, spoilers, Future smut, 18+

Summary: Lo'ak struggles to cope with the loss of Neteyam, guilt eats away at him every day and the dark, nagging thought to let the ocean consume him seems more enticing with every second. He ventures into the water alone, he doesn't even bother going up for air as his lungs burn. Just as he drifts into the darkness, a hand pulls him back up.

“You and me? We're not so different.”

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Air rushed into his mouth, cool and crisp as it left a burn in his overworked lungs. He felt the small, delicate grip around his bicep tighten just a bit to steady him in the waves. He looked to the source and locked eyes with a female. Her hair was inky black and fell in loose curls that flared out upon the water's disturbed surface. Her skin was a beautiful shade of light gray with slightly darker stripes, her eyes were a stormy blue. She was unlike any na'vi he had met, obvious by not only her color, but her webbed fingers and gills on her neck.

“Are you insane, skxawng?” (Idiot) She fired at him. Her hand fell from his arm before reaching beneath the water to splash him. He couldn't hold back the short hiss that left his mouth. She didn't flinch at his sudden agitation, merely rolling her eyes. “I didn't need your help.” He was quick to swim towards the island nearby to escape the chastising of the female but she didn't let up, simply swimming alongside him; albeit much faster. “You do not turn away from me 'evan!” (Boy) The authority in her voice was almost enough to stop him but his last sliver of pride forbade it. He pulled himself up onto the shore, the coarse sand dug into his palms and clung to his wet skin.

He heard the subtle splash of the girl following suit, her gentle scent now filled his nose and prompted him to take a deep inhale. He looked at her and studied the way water fell off her body, how her hair cascaded down her shoulders and back, her full hips twisting to allow her to sit, the slight definition of muscle in her arms flexing with each movement. He found himself gawking shamefully at her, she was exotic. He felt his cheeks heat up a bit when their eyes met, suddenly finding the ground much more interesting to look at which earned a soft smirk from her. “Ngeya key lor nitxan” (Your face is beautiful) She teased with a soft smile. Her voice was sultry, ending in a delightful purr with each word.

“I'm taken.” He mumbled as he moved to stand, the girl following seconds later. She hummed softly, sand shuffling under her feet with each step she took. He found himself admiring her once again now that she stood before him. “It's Tsireya, isn't it? You're not the first to pursue her - certainly not the last, either. Many boys want her as their mate.” She hated how much attention always fell on the future Tsahìk, jealousy boiled in her blood but she couldn't remain angry at the Metkayina girl. Tsireya was not only gorgeous, but quite sweet too, not afraid to help or greet anyone. It was no surprise when word got around of her escapades with an Omatikaya boy, namely, the one standing with her. “You must be Lo'ak. All of us have heard plenty about you. You've caused quite the stir within awa'atlu.” She said with a wave of her hand. Her arm crossed over her middle as the other gestured to the forest boy, her lips were pressed together in thought as she circled him. Lo'ak watched her in mild curiosity. “Funny. I've never seen you around before.” His eyes tracked the sway of her tail and hips with each step, her nose scrunched up cutely in agitation. “How would you ever see me? You're always with her.” He could hear the sharpness in her voice at the mention of Tsireya, his tail flicked in aggravation.

The mysterious female shook her head in dismissal before turning away to let out a series of clicks and trills to call on her Ilu. Within minutes, the creature peered through the water at them and made a noise of greeting to his friend. The gray female hopped into the water and slid onto the ilu's back before connecting their queues. She smiled softly at the new senses flooding through, each ripple in the water could be felt through both her and her mount. She looked up to Lo'ak who still stood ashore and beckoned him to her. He hesitated for a little too long. Patience wearing thin, she grabbed his wrist and yanked him forward.

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The two na'vi emerged from the water and into the center of the clan. Everyone stood around to welcome the boy back after he had gone missing hours prior. Jake and Neytiri rushed forward first, both prepared to scold him until they noticed the hold the girl still had on his wrist. He was quick to snatch his hand away and move away from her. “What were you two doing out there alone?” Jake questioned in both anger and worry. He didn't fail to notice the murmurs beginning to start up or the look Tsireya wore at the sight. Lo'ak's ears folded back at his father's voice. He wasn't in the mood for this and couldn't help but throw a glare at the girl next to him.

That night, he sat on a rock, watching the moonlight shimmer on the water and the soft crash of the waves. He didn't bother acknowledging the sound of someone approaching, someone he quickly realized was Tsireya. She sat down next to him and simply watched the water too. The silence wasn't comfortable or tense, simply buzzing with the weight of the question the girl searched to find the words for. “What happened out there?” She finally asked. Her hands fidgeted in her lap with each silent second that ticked by. Lo'ak finally turned his head to look at her, his once bright eyes now dull and his face wore a weariness that hadn't been there years before. “I..I was tired. I went out for a swim and met her there. Nothing more.” Tsireya felt tears well up in her eyes at the seemingly innocent words. She knew him well so the implications of his words didn't get past her. She realized how close he had been to what he thought was the only option and how grateful she was to Y/N for being there. She feared the thought of what might have happened had the girl not been there. Tsireya leaned over and gently placed her forehead against his shoulder as tears fell freely from her eyes and quiet sobs shook her delicate shoulders. Lo'ak felt his heart squeeze at the revelation that he could've done even more damage. He reached over to hold her trembling hand in his own, his head leaned down to rest atop hers. He whispered apologies to her as they both sat there. He looked out to the water and smiled fondly at the silhouette of a familiar savior swimming around in the distance. She reminded him of the tales his father would tell of the beings called mermaids, how graceful and beautiful they could be. He was sure she was as close to a mermaid as one could get.

#lo'ak fic #lo'ak #lo'ak x fem!reader #lo'ak x y/n #avatar #the way of water #metkayina #omatikaya #na'vi x reader

[ofstarsandvibranium]

If I Could

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairing: Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

Summary: You and Eddie have been friends for years. You seem to have your life together and Eddie, well, his is a different story. Regardless, his feelings for you have always been there but he never told you.

Inspired by the song If I Could Tell Her from Dear Evan Hansen.

Eddie's hands felt clammy. Sweaty, clammy, gross. He felt gross. He felt nervous and gross and clammy-

"You okay, Eds?" you ask with a chuckle as you look up from your paper.

You came back to Hawkins for Spring Break. Unfortunately, you had some assignments and papers to complete whilst on break. Eddie, determined to finally graduate this year, also had some assignments to complete.

You two decided to meet up at the park, settling at a picnic table and laying out all of your books and notes. You immediately dove right into your work whilst Eddie was distracted.

You became friends with Eddie and freshman year. Despite everyone telling you to stay away from "The Freak", you didn't listen to them. You enjoyed Eddie's company. He was funny and kind. Sure, he lacked motivation and drive, but he made up for it in different ways.

When you ended up graduating and Eddie didn't, you promised you'd still remain friends. You'd send him letters, call him when you could, and would definitely visit when you were on break.

So here you were.

Years of friendship and Eddie's finally admitted to himself: he loves you.

"Hellooooo? Eddie?" you wave your hand in front of his face and he looks up at you.

"Hm?"

You snort, "You okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. It's just, um...so I have this friend."

"Okay?"

"He thinks you're kinda awesome."

"He thinks I'm awesome?" you look at him confusedly.

"Yeah. And he's told me stuff." Eddie looks down, playing with the rings on his fingers.

You close your notebook and push it to the side, suddenly interested in what Eddie has to say, "What kind of stuff?"

He clears his throat, "Well, uh, he said there's nothing like your smile. It's sorta subtle, and perfect, and real and he never knew how wonderful a smile could make him feel.

"He also remembered how you used to doodle on your jeans in class, stars and skulls and flowers. He noticed how you used to scribble all over your papers too."

"So this guy seems to know me for a while then?" When Eddie nods, still not looking up at you, you ask, "How come he hasn't talked me about this?"

"He's kept it all inside his head because he didn't know how to talk to you, tell you all this mushy stuff. Despite knowing you, he-he still felt you two were on completely different planets."

"I see," you watch Eddie anxiously fidget with his rings. You reached out and placed your hands on top of his, "Did he say anything else? This mystery guy?"

"Yeah, yeah, he, um, lemme try to think." he pulls away from your hands and turns away, "I, He said he really liked when you had those purple streaks in your hair."

You snorted, "My parents got so mad at me for that."

Eddie shrugged, "Even still. And-And he liked how at prom, you danced like no one was watching. You didn't have a care in the world and looked so...free."

You softly smile at Eddie, getting what he's saying through his "friend's" words, "So this guy has known me and been around me for a while, huh? He seems to know me pretty well. Sounds like he may even...love me?"

Eddie shrugs, "I suppose," he mumbles and stands from the table, walking a short distance away, his hands clenched in his fists. Even though he's basically told you how he feels, he can't come right out and say it. If you reject him, he doesn't know what he'd do.

So Eddie does the thing he always does: he runs.

#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things imagine

[oddballwriter]

Tim, Brian, Alex, Evan, and HABIT with an s/o who loves bubble baths 🧼 (and sometimes accidentally overflows the bath with bubbles lol) (and maybe a little spicy added in? If you’re okay with that lol)

🔞NO PEOPLE BELOW 18+ BEYOND CUT OFF🔞

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Warnings: HABIT is here, and there is a bit of some spice at the ends of most of the parts so be warned of that. It's not full detail smut but still. There's a little "~" between the parts for those who don't want to read those bits  

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

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Marble Hornets

Tim

He doesn't mind really

He actually thinks the idea is nice but I feel like he himself isn't much into doing it himself

Maybe he is honestly, what do I know. Taking a bath while smoking a cigg sounds cool as fuck and that kinda have his vibe

He might join you once or twice but maybe he'd be a little too flustered

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I also feel like he'd be too flustered to do anything, if you see what I'm trying to say, or just not into the idea of it all too much

Brian

He loves that idea and thinks it's cute that you do it regularly and even fill the whole thing with mostly bubbles

I think that Brian enjoys a nice bath himself but only when something's been rough on him and he needs to de-stress

He will, however, gladly join if you offer

Most of the time he's not planning anything to happen when going in, he just thinks the idea of sharing a bath can make a nice moment for the two of you

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HOWEVER, Brian's a bit of a dog and wouldn't mind if things ended up happening, but that's only if you're down for it

But over all, it's a nice moment for the two of you

Alex

I honestly think Alex just gives you your privacy when you take a bath

But when he does know that you put an ungodly amount of bubbles he's honestly like "Why did you make so much?"

He gets the appeal but like the bubbles usually stay once you drain the bath so the bubbles are in the tub like 🧍

I do think that because he wants to respect your privacy, he wouldn't ask or think that you would want to take one with him since most of the time when a person takes a bath, it's like, their alone time

But he won't really say no. He'll try it

But it might feel a bit awkward to him

(there is not spice here, sorry to you Alex simps)

EveryManHYBRID

Evan

Evan finds the fact that you take baths all the time really nice and also doesn't really mind that you full it with mostly bubbles

That's understandable the impulse is in all of us

He's totally down to have a bath together with you, are you kidding?

This bitch hates being away from you when he knows you're near so he will gladly take your offer to have him join

He honestly loves just chilling with you

Honestly might fall asleep if the bath feels really nice

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Ev is also down to fool around in there too

I feel like he'd be a bit more subtle about initiating it and sort of doesn't do anything major unless he knows you're okay with it

HABIT

Finds it cute honestly

He'll leave you be and do whatever you want

If you invite him, he might be like no, because lets face it this bitch doesn't shower or anything and the whole fandom knows it

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But if you beg enough or offer a bit of something, he might change his mind

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If he does go in without being bribed, he honestly will just sit in there and enjoy the warm/hot water

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If y'all get up to something though, don't be surprise if water ends up outside of the tub

#everymanhybrid #slenderverse #marble hornets #emh evan #emh habit #mh tim wright #mh brian thomas #mh alex kralie #evan myers #emh evan x reader #emh habit x reader #mh tim x reader #mh brian x reader #mh alex x reader #everymanhybrid x reader #marble hornets x reader #slenderverse x reader