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cakesdown · 1 year
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evan “babygirl” myers
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mysticalrambling · 3 years
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Coming Home (C.E)
Chris Evans Fanfiction (Fanfiction Masterlist)
Summary: dad!Chris Evans. Chris comes home to his twins fighting and he scolds them. But he also takes care of their wounds with you and then you all go out to eat ice cream and have a family day.
Warnings: None. Minimum angst but fluff all the way.
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"Where are the kids?" Your husband came and sat right next to you on the couch. It was a shock to him when he didn't see his two little munchkins clinging to his legs the moment he entered the house. It has been kind of their routine from the moment they could walk on their little two legs.
“They are busy playing in their play room. Why are you not happy about it?” You knew that after a full day of shooting, coming home to two energetic kids was tiring and stressful. So you were shocked when he wasn’t glad to have a moment of peace by himself.
“Well, they are a part of my routine now. It feels weird not having them jumping around me.” The three year olds have always been more attached to Chris than you. Initially, you were a little jealous that the twins focused all their attention on your husband but now you were glad. Having a piece of quiet while he handled the children was pretty awesome.
You both had pretty successful careers and when the twins came into your lives, you both decided that you would handle it all together. In the start, each one of your married girlfriend told you that you had to quit your job as the marketing head because being a mom was a full time job. You were scared and when you shared your concerns with Chris, he consoled you and told you that you would both do it all. Having successful careers while being good parents.
“Just spend sometime with me while Emma and Jason are distracted.” Pouring him a glass of wine, you leaned in to him with your head on his shoulder.
“That is a good way to spend my evening. How was your day, sweetheart?”
“It was hell. My boss gave me a project to complete with a bizarre timeline and when I couldn’t complete it on time. He just took it all out on me in front of my colleague.” Today was humiliating for you and you couldn’t wait to get home, drink a nice glass of wine and relax. “Hated it, babe. How about you?
“Well, my co star couldn’t get her part right so we had to do the same scene five times. We are behind on shooting now and I have to get up early tomorrow morning so that we can catch up to the schedule.” Sighing, he took a long sip of the red liquid and felt his muscles relaxing.
There was a moment of silence that enveloped the room and you just basked in it. “A crappy day for us both.”
“Indeed. Let’s do something exciting then.” He kissed you and just when things were about to get heated, a piercing scream interrupted the moment.
“What-What is happening?” He was still in a haze and couldn’t properly interpret anything.
“It looks like your kids are fighting again.”
“Are you going to handle them?”
“Oh no!” Laughing at his incredulous request, you picked up your glass again. “You wanted to spend time with them so go on.”
Chris got up from the couch and went upstairs. Emma and Jason love each other to death but they have been fighting from the womb. Emma is the stubborn one and while, Jason backs out most of the time. Sometimes, he retaliates and it turns real bad, real fast. They were pretty hot headed, just like you.
“What is happening here?” The dad mode was fully in place when he saw his little girl sitting on the floor with hands pressed to a bloody forehead and his little boy trying to console her.
“She pushed me and then I pushed her. Not my fault. But she hurt, daddy.” The panic in Jason’s eyes was evident.
“(Y/N)! Come here, right now!” You scrambled to your feet as soon as Chris’s voice boomed across the living room. “You never hurt your sister, Jason. This is not alright.” The stern voice was new for Chris but the situation required it.
“But, daddy-”
“No excuses, Mister. Now, apologise to your sister and no toys for you for the whole week.” He got in to action with the first aid kit that he took out of their walk in closet. Emma was still crying her lungs out even when Chris tried to console her. She was not letting him touch the wound and was squirming uncontrollably in his lap.
“Daddy, why you always bla- blame me? Hate you.” Hiccuping, he stuttered on the big words and then stomped out of the room. You tried to stop your son but he just ran past you.
“What is- Oh my god!” The blood was now soaking up your little girl’s shirt and she still wouldn’t let Chris touch the wound.
The one thing that your kids inherited from your husband was the fear of blood and stitches. The small three year old knew that a boo boo that hurts really bad will lead to stitches. You knew how to handle all three of your babies in situation like these. Taking Emma from your husband, you hugged her lightly.
“Bubba, I need to look at your boo boo and then you can have the Elsa bandage.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.” When she removed her chubby, little hand, you were relieved that the cut was not big or deep. A bandage would just do the trick. You softly hummed a tune in her ears while you applied an antiseptic to the wound and then the band aid. She had tears streaming down her face and she was sniffling quietly. Chris took her from you when you were done and gently rocked her in his arms. He always loved it when both your children seeked comfort in you. It reminded him of how lucky he was to have you. “Where did Jason go?”
“I scolded his regarding this and he threw a tantrum.” When Emma heard Jason’s name, she further curled herself into his chest.
“Give her to me.” Raising her face by holding her chin, you sternly asked her. “Tell me what happened, young lady?”
With a guilty tone, she told you both that she was the one who pushed Jason first. They were both playing with the doll house that Chris bought Emma as her third birthday present. Jason wanted to add his toy cars to the doll house but she won’t allow it. She pushed him first and he hit his wrist on the small coffee table but then he pushed her back. When she fell back, she hit her head on the side of the wooden house.
“You are going to apologise to him, Emma. I told you that this much anger is not alright, bubba.” Chris took her to the twin’s room that had two different themes running through it. Emma was never a fan of the color pink so she went with purple and Jason really loved yellow, so he got that. The room looked like a clown’s den but Chris was never the one to deny his children’s requests. They had his whole heart well, except you.
“Jace, Emma would like to say something to you.” Setting her on her feet, she went towards his elder brother by barely three minutes.
“I am sorry, Jacey. Never should have pushed you. Kiss your boo boo to make up?” He nodded gently when his sister climbed in to the body. Extending the bruised wrist, Emma held it in her hands and lightly pecked on it. Meanwhile, you got a numbing cream for Jason and you stopped in the doorway with Chris and watched their interaction. They were your and Chris’s two little bundle of joys and you both couldn’t get enough.
“I am sorry that I yelled at you, baby. You two will not have your toys for a week. But who wants ice cream right now?” They both jumped at the mention of their favorite treat.
Chris had a way with the children. He completed all their wishes from eating ice cream as dinner or buying the most expensive toys for them. Making them happy was his primary job and he fulfilled it with great joy. However, he knew when to step up. He knew when to tell them no because he didn’t want his children to be some spoiled brats. He knew how to mediate and that was one of the many thing that you loved about him.
“I will get your jackets while daddy will help you with your shoes.” Going downstairs, you placed Dodger’s food in his bowl because you were going to be out for sometime. Chris always turns a simple outing to a full blown family day. A walk in the park, dinner at a high end restaurant and then shopping at the mall.
“Let’s go.” He buckled both the kids in their respective booster seats and made sure that they both had their preferred stuff toys. God knows, if they didn’t have them on their car ride.
The ice cream place on the fifth avenue was your favorite because it was where Chris took you on your first date. Both the children went for chocolate ice creams and Chris cleaned them up after they were done anything. It was so wholesome to watch him perform his dad duties.
“Then Oliver tried to eat dirt and the teacher gave him a time out.” You never understood why your son was friends with that boy because all he ever cared about was dirt.
“That’s why I hate boys. They are dirty.”
“That’s right, bubba. They are all dirty and disgusting. You stay away from all of them.” Gently nudging him with your shoulders, you playfully scoffed at him. He was sometimes very protective of his children.
“Ollie said girls also have icky germs.”
“Yes. You also stay away from them.” Chris was full on laughing at the situation right now because both the kids were in some serious thoughts.
“Okay dadda.” They both started skipping on the side walk and already started bickering about who was their dad’s favorite. He took you in his arms and kissed you on the forehead.
“Thank you for all this, babe. I love you.” He was truly thankful for you and for everything that you brought in his life.
“I love you too. Now let’s buckle them in before they start pushing each other again.”
Hope you guys enjoyed it!!
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A/N: Dad Chris Evans is a dream so I wanted to write a little blurb related to this idea. Hope you guys enjoyed it. You guys can send in requests but I will get to them a little bit later because I am focusing on my drafts right now. Tell me if you guys want to be added to the tag list.
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kikyan · 3 years
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Yandere Soul Eater Headcanons
These are my interpretations of his persona and none of these are 100% accurate. I don't condone any of these actions in real life and all of this is purely fictional. 
Yandere Server 
Black Star 
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I probably am gonna butcher all three but here we go! I’ve only seen the anime so I’ll be going off of that instead of the manga. When we meet Black Star we see a loud boy, a VERY loud person with a ‘radiant’ personality. He holds himself to a high degree and is a very funny person with an outgoing personality. Tsubaki is someone who can match with his soul wavelength because she is a very understanding and patient girl. Off the bat I think that his yandere type would be possessive, clingy, and manipulative. 
Let me start at the beginning. It was revealed that his parents were assassins, he never met them but somehow their reputation followed him. People judged him a lot despite him not being like his parents, wrongfully judged but he tries hard not to show it. I think that his personality ties in with that, he wants to alert attention to himself to show that he is his own person. 
Clingy. He is a very clingy person because his personality is in a sense, seeking attention. The first person he would seek attention from would be his S/O. He would always direct himself when he completed an accomplishment. Turn to his S/O and ask for their praise, when he gets it he simply turns to say “Well I’m Black Star after all!” He will constantly want his S/O’s attention in anything and everything he does. He’s about to fight someone? You’re coming to watch. He wants to show up whenever he wants. He’ll leave his own home and show up at his S/O’s home through the window because he’s built differently. 
Possessive. His S/O is his. Simple as that. He wants their attention 25/8 on him only, if his S/O is talking to someone else. No they aren’t. They aren’t. They simply can’t. Would call out to his S/O and grab them, hold them, put his arm around them, just assert dominance on them because that’s HIS S/O. It would get to the point where he would be over their house or would suggest them moving in with them. 
Manipulative. He would be manipulative. If his S/O would be upset about anything he will hype them up. He wouldn’t put them down, but he would question them. “ Well I guess you don’t want Black Star as your boyfriend.” Something like that. He wouldn’t be the biggest with manipulation, but he would drop subtle hints or maybe stop going over making their S/O question what is going on. Make it seem as if it’s their fault he is acting this way, their fault that this happened, etc. 
I don’t really see him as a dangerous yandere, but there is a slight chance that he may say some things that don’t sound the nicest at times. He could unintentionally say things he doesn’t mean, his S/O feels upset and then he may not apologize because he doesn’t understand what he said was wrong. It would take Tsubaki and the others to point out what he said was wrong, which would lead to him apologizing and feeling bad. Offering out to do something for his S/O because he is Black Star, he always makes up for mistakes. 
Soul “Eater” Evans
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When I first started Soul Eater, I immediately looked at this man and said "He cute asf <3" and I still stand by that. Throughout the series you can see him two sides of him you can see a very laid back individual or a sacrificial individual who needs to do everything himself (let me explain) 
During the entire show he holds the 'cool' title and wants to be a laid back character who's morals aren't as laid back so he will step in when things aren't 'cool'. It doesn't take much to make him fall in love with his S/O just with enough interaction. With this relationship it's the most normal set up, you're a chill person and we've been friends, wanna go out? As a yandere? This is a tough one because it depends on the side that we're looking at. He, as himself, will do everything to make a normal relationship because I naturally see him as a little possessive guy. If we talk about after the black blood and dark thoughts, along with the little devil corrupting him, he would be a bit more cruel and sadistic in his ways to ensure his S/O will stay with him. With that I think of these, Possessive and Overprotective. Under the black blood's influence? Manipulative, Clingy, Sadistic. 
Possessive. I see him being like this naturally, it's just you're his S/O and he wants to make sure people know that. Will walk close to you and if people get too close, he'll get closer till they get the idea. It's just something simple, has an arm around you constantly. Someone is talking to you? He is about to slide in there and wrap around you, inviting himself into the conversation. Sometimes it can get a little too overbearing but crack a joke here and there and it's all good. 
Overprotective. He has Maka as his meister, but the cool thing about Soul is that he can turn his arm into a blade so he doesn't need Maka in some cases. No matter what you are, he'll always feel the need to protect you and take care of you. You could be dealing with things on your own but here comes Soul ready to help you. I see him either letting you deal with it while commenting, “Yeah, my S/O is a badass” or the one who thinks “ A cool boyfriend always helps out.” Towards the end of it, it seems a lot more overbearing. With the whole Kishin incident happening, he would be very overprotective to the point where he would request to be in the same group as you when you go scouting or after the Kishin. After the Kishin incident, he can’t help but fear something similar happening and wanting to be more overprotective. 
After getting the black blood, you can see that he wants to do the most he can to take care of Maka and ensure nothing bad happens to her. Slowly going insane with the suggestions that the demon gives him. I remember that one episode in the anime where Stein placed them in a room with a scent that makes them reveal their true feelings. Soul wants to protect Maka and Maka wants to protect Soul. Soul wants to be the weapon that he is and protect Maka, even prepared to lay down his life for her whereas Maka wants to protect Soul and avoid him getting hurt. He gets the black blood and the demon starts to exploit his wish by trying to let him lower his guard and taking over him. With everything going on, I can see his S/O siding with Maka and wanting to protect Soul. If he is like this with Maka, imagine him with his S/O. Wanting to protect his S/O is his number one priority, but to what extent?
Manipulative. He would be manipulative with his S/O. He would guilt trip them in some cases if they chose to deny hanging out with him or being a little busy. I think he would gaslight them into thinking that they need him to protect them. They need him, because without him they would be in trouble or maybe even lose their life. If I’m being honest, all he wants is a normal relationship with his S/O but he is very protective over them and will do everything he can to take care of them. 
Sadistic, but not by choice. This is a bit of a stretch, but I think he can. Of course under the influence of the Black Blood he would consider hurting his S/O to ensure that they are safe and sound. Breaking a limb or knocking them out to ensure that they can’t move. They need him and if they can’t see that, he needs to show them. 
I know that these are confusing and probably won’t make sense, but I think that after everything that happened in that show, he would be horrified if he couldn’t protect his S/O and live up to the ideology that he is a cool person. He would not only break down and lose it, doing what he can to make his S/O trust, believe, love, and depend on him. He would be clingy and if these ever got to be too much, he would turn to them for help. He tries so hard to be the ‘cool’ guy that sometimes he neglects his own feelings. Overall, he would be a dangerous yandere. If I could give a rating, I would say a 4 or a 5/10. He would slowly lose his sanity for his S/O. 
Death The Kid
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Kid. I would say that he is a complex character but at the same time, not really. When it comes to Kid, I think he would be lowkey kinda scared for a romantic relationship because those require patience which a lot of people lose when it comes to him. Instead of laid back he is those people who go all out in relationships because they want everything to be perfect. With that in mind, I think he would be obsessive, lowkey possessive, and manipulative. 
Obsessive. He wants everything to be perfect but it can only be perfect if he knows how to properly plan things without thinking of the what ifs. One way to avoid that is to know everything about your S/O. He would stop to memorize your entire schedule, what you enjoy eating, how much you eat, how much you sleep, your favorite sleeping position, do you sleep with a plushie, etc. Man is OBSESSED with his S/O. Honestly, it’s those thoughts that consume him in the worst ways and worst times. Fighting a Kishin? ‘ What if they don’t like the way that I wrote my name on the group project sheet?’ Like no, you plague his mind 25/8. It would get to the point where he starts to get so obsessed with their life that he might ‘suggest’ or even take it upon himself to ‘help’ you do something in a particular style. Maybe a bit overcontrolling. 
Possessive. For starters, his S/O is someone who took patience with him. Liked his antics and understood his way of being. Never shamed him because in all honesty, I’m going to get real for a second. Kid has OCD, with symmetry and while some people find his antics funny and cute because they are portrayed that way, in a realistic setting this is the harsh reality. People with major OCD can’t do things they want to do without it taking an extreme, I don’t think I have OCD but I’ll give examples from what I’ve learned. People who don’t feel clean enough will often wash their hands, shower, or groom themselves very often. We know that while hygiene is very good, it’s very bad for the skin when it’s excessive. People would wash their hands frequently to the point their skin is raw from scrubbing or dry from the lack of moisture being trapped in the skin. Where something they did doesn’t feel right to the point they do it over and over again until it does. It’s something that can take time away from people, so while it’s portrayed to be funny in Soul Eater, it would be a real thing for Kid. His S/O would not judge him, would understand him, be patient with him, and genuinely care for him. People like that are very hard to find in the most extreme cases, of course I’m not shaming people who don’t want to be by someone's side like that because at the end of the day, you have no obligation to be there, but for Kid? His S/O would be there for him. Again, his S/O means the world to Kid because it’s someone who wants him for himself and for everything. He would not hesitate to dirty someone’s reputation or his own hands to ensure that his S/O stays with him. He isn’t playing games, he would proudly show them off because he loves them very much. 
Manipulative. Kid is very smart and while knowing everything about his S/O, he can direct his or his S/O’s  act to go into his favor. With this in mind, he can do a lot of damage. He would be in pain constantly but he wouldn’t be above making his S/O feel bad or doubt themselves if he has to. He would see that his S/O would feel bad when Kid goes into his mood where he feels like trash. He sees that makes his S/O lean more to him. If he wants their attention or time with them, he would pull that card to get his S/O with him. 
Kid isn’t a dangerous yandere who means physical harm, but mentally yeah. He can be dangerous, he is literally the Grim Reapers son, he has so much power but he can be so vulnerable. Physically? He can deal a lot of damage, but mentally? He can deal more. Think of it like this, it’s the fear that this man can inflict pain. It’s the fact that this man who is strong, is being vulnerable in front of you, to you. It’s the fact that he knows certain things about, it’s that fact that his man makes it seem like you’re responsible and that he needs you. It’s the fact that this man could do something and it would be all your fault, doesn’t matter if you know, it’s the fact that everyone will believe that you’re the cause of whatever Kid did. He is the son of the Grim Reaper, he was raised and taught well but you? No, you weren’t. 
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masalateaaa · 3 years
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Hi lovely Anon. Thank you for this cute request. As usual I took the liberty to change it a bit. Just a bit and not too much. Hope you like it. Enjoy.
Till We Meet Again
Pairing: Chris Evans x Female! Reader
A/N: Please don’t post my work anywhere without consent. Likes, comments, and reblogs are welcome, I love them. 
Asks and requests are open. 
Warning: No proofreading. 
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The rain that started last night has not stopped, although now it was reduced to drizzling but there was no stopping the clouds from pouring down. You sighed as you fastened the seat belt and looked out of the window. The overcast sky meant it was going to be a bumpy flight, at least for a while. You tried sleeping as the pilot announced the take off, but the nerves did not let you sleep, you avoided looking out because those huge grey boulders in the sky scared you.
Truth to be told, it was not the nerves of flying that was making you nervous, but it was meeting him again, after all these years. Last time you met him was when he came to drop you to airport and you both departed on the promise to start over again when you meet again. Of course, you have seen him numerous times on screen and across the tabloids because he was a freaking superhero, he was Captain America. He was the Chris Evans for the world but for you he was Chris, an 18-year-old frat boy with a big, soft heart and huge dreams to make it big in the Hollywood. That is the image you held close to your heart all these years.
The ting sound of seat belt off sign broke your thoughts and you looked out of the window to find the flight flying above the clouds and the view was beautiful. The blue sky scattered with fluffy white cloud and a lone flight cruising along. You took out your camera and snapped a quick pic to preserve it as a memory. As you were tucking in your camera back, your hand felt an old scrap book. You took it out, opened it and with that you opened pandora’s box of memories of you and Chris. The first page was scribbled with year you met Chris as an exchange student.
1998, you were a junior in high school back home in Italy. You were a part of 10-member delegation that was coming to America for a year as a part of student exchange program. As you gathered all your luggage and walked out of the Logan International airport in Boston to meet your host family, you were nothing but a scared 16-year-old girl who is away from her family for the first time. You pulled you jacket a little more than necessary and if you were honest, you were scared that would be torn if you keep doing that. You looked around for the someone named Evans. You looked around the sea of people trying to find someone holding a placard of your name when your friend tapped your shoulder to say bye. She found her host family and was now leaving with them and it also meant you were now alone.
English was not your first language, so you were already finding it hard to understand and being alone in the arrivals lounge was not a great feeling. You were about to cry when you saw someone waving a placard with your name. You sighed in relief and walked towards them, and as you closed in you realized there were two guys, one your age and other a little older and they were not exactly waving the placard, they were fighting.
“Hmmmm,” you cleared your throat to get their attention and succeeded. You took out your id card and showed it to them indicating that you were the person they came to receive. The younger guy introduced himself as Scott and the older one, who was tall, way too tall for your short height of 5’3’’, introduced himself as Chris. Chris had piercing blue eyes; you have seen a lot of blue-eyed people, but Chris’ eyes were magnetic. They were deep like ocean but were herculean like a tornado. Both Scott and Chris welcomed you with flowers and made you feel welcome with their warm words and happy smiles.
As soon as you walked in the Evans house, you realized from where Chris and Scott got their warm smiles. Their mother Lisa was the kindest person you have ever met. She gave you the warmest welcome hug and revealed about her Italian ancestry. That put your heart to rest to some extent and the rest of the evening was spent in laughs and smiles as the Evans family left no stone unturned to make you comfortable. Scott, Shanna, and Chris took it as a responsibility to teach you about the ways in American high schools. All four of you ended up becoming good friends by the time dinner was served but at the same time there seem to be a connection forming between you and Chris. You both could feel the intense attraction towards each other.
As everyone retired for the night wishing each other good night, you walked into Carly’s room. As she has already moved into her college dorm, Lisa gave her room to you to give you the much-needed privacy to settle down in a new environment. You took a long and relaxing shower and decided to call it a night hoping to fall asleep due to fatigue. But you mind seem to have some other plans. You tried to sleep by turning and tossing every possible side, but it still eluded you. Finally giving up you decided to get up and walk down to the main seating area of the house.
You sat by the huge window next to the fireplace, the fire was long doused, but the warmth could be felt. You pulled your knees closer and rested your face on them as you looked at the picture in your hand. You missed her, even though you spoke to her few hours back, but you were not used to away from her for this long, and that realization brought tears into your eyes.
“Missing home?” Chris’ voice startled you. You looked up and quickly wiped your tears as he came and settled opposite you. “Is that your mom,” he asked again, and you just nodded. “You two seem to be very close,” he observed, and you nodded again. A faint smile touched his lips as he looked out of the window into the dark. “I am also awfully close to my mom. She is the one person I will miss the most when I would leave for New York and eventually LA,” his voice was somber. “You want to go to LA?” you asked looking at the same darkness as Chris. “Yes,” he sighed, “I want to be an actor and for that I have to be in LA. At least, till the time I have proved myself.” “I am sure Chris you will do good,” you tried to encourage him. “I know would do great. I just need to start off,” you scoffed at his over confidence and smile and again started looking out of the window.
It has been a while that you both were sitting like that and no words were spoken, but the silence between you both was comfortable. At the same time, you felt Chris’ gaze constantly on you. You looked at him and raised your eyebrows questioning him. He just shrugged his shoulders and replied, “I’m sorry, something’s wrong with my eyes. I can’t seem to take them off you.” You could not believe he flirted with you so boldly and at the same time you blushed too. You could not look into his eyes, so you looked down and smiled and you knew he smiled too.
From that night on Chris and you were like two peas in a pod. Everyone could see that everyone teased you both about that. He took it upon himself to take you on a tour around Boston, he took you to all his favorite places. He even tried to teach you skating, but you fell and hurt your ankle. You had never seen Chris being so upset with himself. But there was one thing that was common was the flirting between you two. The attraction and the connection could not be denied but at the same time you both could not deny the fact you both had two different paths in life. You must return home in few months and Chris will move to New York and LA to chase his dreams of becoming an actor. Getting together and then being apart would hurt you both too much, Chris knew it very well and he wanted to be the last person to hurt you. And that is why he never moved past flirting, initially you did not understand but when you did, you fell a little more for him.
Finally, it was the night before you left Boston. One year flew by in a blink, you made so many friends and memories with them. You met an amazing family who had the biggest hearts. You would always carry their love and warmth in your heart. Part of you was excited to get back to home and all the familiar people and places. But a part of you ached to stay back and follow Chris, leaving him behind hurt you so bad that for the past 15 days you have cried yourself to tears. That night you were sitting at the same place you sat on your first night, looking at the darkness.
“Can I join you,” Chris’ voice again broke your chain of thoughts and you smiled as you nodded. He sat in front of you, just like that night. You both were silent looking at the darkness and trying to battle the storm raging in your hearts. Finally breaking the silence, Chris spoke, “Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I’ll return it.” You smiled at his cheesy pickup line and leaned forward. A moment later you felt his lips brushing your lips as gently as they could. This was the first kiss of your life and Chris made sure he made it the best first kiss.
Next day as his car pulled at the airport and you have loaded all your luggage onto the trolley, it was time for goodbye. Before you could say anything, he put a finger on your lips and whispered, “Shhh! There is no place for a goodbye between us.” You blinked away your tears and spoke, “can you return me that kiss?” “No,” he replied, “I will return when we meet again.” And with a promise to meet again you both bid each other a tearful goodbye.
Years have passed since that goodbye, you both managed to keep in touch with each other. You both met so many people in these years but the bond that you had was nothing compared to all these people. Finally, after 12 years you were all set to meet the boy who stole your first kiss when you accepted a job offer in Boston.
As you walked out of the Logan airport, you were hit by a sense of familiarity this time. You were again nervous, not because you were alone but because you were about to meet Chris. Your phone pinged asking you to come to his car and without a delay you walked up to him. After searching a bit, you finally found him standing at a cozy corner away from public eye. His face broke into a million-dollar smile as he looked at and you both practically ran towards each other. Finally, in his arms the first thing he did was to kiss you. As you both broke away from the earth-shattering kiss, he winked saying, “just returning the kiss I borrowed from you.”
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itsthestutterforme · 3 years
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Undercover (Supernatural)
Redeemed Circuit 3/4
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Summary: The Winchesters owed Rowena a favor for saving their tails on a previous hunt. She needed help hunting down a witch that stole from her. In order to do that, she needed Y/N to slip a truth serum into a sponsor's drink. //SMUT Warning 18+
Characters: Dean x POC! reader, Sam x POC! reader, Rowena x POC! reader, Chris Evans as Damien Datson x POC! reader
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"This is not what I signed up for," you say with a huff. "I'm here to translate the demon tablet, that's it. No undercover work," you add. "I know but wouldn't it be nice to get your eyes away from those screens and slap on some nice smelling perfume?" Rowena suggests with a smile.
"No." Rowena's smile falls and you add, "Why don't you do it? You're fancy and bougie enough for a gala, aren't you?" "I am dearie, but there's a slight problem with me going." "And what's that?" "I lack melanin, sweetheart." You look up to meet Dean's and Sam's gaze. "This is a load of crap, you know that?"
"So is that a yes?" Sam asks with a small, nervous smile. "Oh my God, fine. But I have a feeling that I'm going to regret this." Rowena laughs and grabs your hand. She stands and drags me into the miniscule bathroom of the hotel.
Apparently, I have to attend this Gala and give a particularly rich sponsor, Damien Datson, a truth serum. This guy has connections to very powerful witches, but there's one that stole something important from Rowena.
A crystal of some sort. The Winchesters owe her from help saving them and their loved ones from the other world. Blah, blah, and here we are.
Once she was done with you, you could barely recognize yourself. Your thick, 3b curls were pulled into a throughly braided bun and your make up matched one of a hot villain you would see in the movies. Rowena did a smokey eyes look with glitter on the outer crease of the eye. She topped the entire look with black lipstick and a satin, maroon dress that dips dangerously low into your breasts.
And of course black, sparky pumps because you refused to wear heels. "You guys owe all the ice cream in the world after this." You snarks as you walk out of the bathroom. "Well, how does she look?" "She looks amazing. You did great, Rowena." Sam says. "I know I did,"
Words were trapped in Dean's throat as he stared at you. There were scars littering her body from when he had the Mark of Cain and tortured you go near death. It was a long time ago and there was a huge misunderstanding.
They moved past it now but it still weighs on him. "Oh look, you made Dean speechless." Rowena taunts. You look to him and his gaze fell on your scar on your leg.
"Hey, come on, let's get this over with so I can get out of these pumps." You say, snapping him out of his thoughts. "You got it," You all walk out of the hotel and hopped into Impala. You let out a soft sigh when Dean pulls up to the steps.
"Remember, darling, smile and slow down your blinking if you want to get a man's attention. It works every time." Rowena suggests. "Got it. See you in a n hour," "Be safe," Sam says.
You nod before leaving the Impala and holding the clutch close to your chest. You walk up the steps and approach the check in table. Rowena mutters a small incantation and the man at the desk let's you in.
"She's good to go," Rowena says and Dean pulls off. "So when are you going to tell Y/N that you're in love with her?" She adds. Dean looks at her through the rear view mirror.
"I've been telling him the same thing but he's hell bent on denying it," "Eh, well I'm sure she'll find a suitor in there who knows what he wants,"
Dean tries his best to suppress a snark remark that would only confirm their suspicions. You walk into the gala and instantly smell champagne and grapes. "Great, there's not even decent food here," you say. "That's exactly what I told my sister when she showed me the menu," a deep voice booms behind you.
"Oh, I wasn't aware I said that aloud. My apologies." You turn around and meet the sparkling navy orbs of beautiful vanilla skinned man. He wears a suit that matches the color of his eyes and tops if off with a black dress shirt and bowtie. The scent of his cologne is alluring and turns something in your stomach I haven't felt before.
"Don't be, you are probably the most honest person at this Gala," "That is saying something," you say, tugging at a loose curl in front of your ear. He tsks lowly and tucks the curl behind your ear. The touch of his hand on your skin sends chills down your body. What the hell is happening? "I'm Damien," "Y/N,"
"Would you like a glass of champagne, Y/N?" "That sounds great," "I know a place that is a lot more interesting. Care to join me?" "Why not?" His hand falls to your lower back and you couldn't help the gasp that left your lips. He hums in response before adding, "You're so responsive."
"I'm a lot of things, honey." You say before taking a sip of your champagne. You follow him up the stairs and into an office. The office looked like something you would find in the Victorian era.
Shelves were littered with thick, colorful books and there was a goregously large window with a bench built right below it to comfortably look out of it.
"It's beautiful," "I would have said as beautiful as you, but it's not even close." "Ha, such a flirt." "You're not the only one that's a lot of things. So are you going to tell me what you're really doing here?" "Beg your pardon?" "No offense, baby, but that make up and that dress has Rowena written all over it."
At this point, you were ready to practice what Dean taught you with a groin kick, right hook and an uppercut. "And I have an inkling on what she wants. But I've got to hand it to her, she sent the perfect distraction."
He steps closer to you and something else awakened in you. Something that your brother taught you after he came back from his first tour as as a Marine.
You grab his arm and swept your leg under his as you twist your body. He falls to the ground and you straddle his waist as you take the dagger from your thigh holster and press it against his throat. "So you like to be on top huh?"
"Just give me Percival's number and nobody will get hurt," you state. "Oh I'll give your her number willingly," "Why?" "You don't believe me, understandable." "Either you never liked her or you rat out your friends when a threat shows up," you state.
He chuckles and grabs your hips before pressing you against the floor. He pins your wrists above your head and the knife falls out of your hand.
"Threat huh?" You send him a glare and he adds, "I never liked her. That's why I'm willing to give you her location." "And what else do you want?"
"That entirely depends on what you agree to." He takes his grip away from your wrists and stands up from the floor. He offers his hands to you and you allow him to lift you off the floor effortlessly.
You brush off the dirt on your hands and dress. You crossed your arms over your chest and he says, "Relax, doll. I won't touch you unless you want me to." You look to him and his face was calm but his eyes still twinkle with amusement.
You brush past him to look out the telescope and smiled when I saw a constellation, one of my favorite ones. "Is that the big dipper and littler dipper side by side?" "I was mesmerized by it too," "Does that normally happen?" "Nope, it's a rare occurrence,"
"Wow, well I'm glad I could see it." You stand upright and turn around to nearly run into his lips. "I thought you said no touching," "I'm not touching you.. yet." You were boxed in against the wall. He's right, he wasn't touching you. But if you moved even an inch, you would touch him.
What the hell? You only live once and he is an extremely attractive man. You tug him closer by the hem of his jacket and lean up to kiss him. He hums lowly into the kiss and his hands slowly slide up your waist. "Damn it, you're intoxicating." He says as he pulls away from your lips.
"Sit down baby," he motions to the desk. You sit down on the of desk and he rubs your thighs. He ducks his head under yours and presses a soft kiss on the base of your neck. His fingers near closer and closer to your clothed heat and you moan in anticipation.
He smiles against your neck and he slowly slides your underwear off. He pulls you to the edge of the desk by your ankles. The nerves get a hold of you and your legs started to shake. "Already, I didn't even get a chance to taste you."
He lifts up the dress and balls it around your waist. He licks his lips before taking you into his mouth. A loud moan leaves your lips as his tongue laps your folds and he sucks at your clit.
His beard scratching against your skin stimulated your body even further. His tongue curls at just the right angle and your legs tremble. He sucks as he pulls back and curls when he goes back in. He stays in the cycle and you buck your hips to find a deeper g-spot but he holds you down.
He twists his tongue so it brushes against your g spot and stimulates your clit at the same time. "Oh fuck." Your hands find his hair and pulls him closer your pussy. You buck your hips again and ride out your first euphoria. He licks up all of your juices before pulling away.
He lifts you into his arms and walks you to the bench. You unzip your dress and pull it over your head. You toss it to the floor and he takes all of you in. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, touching one of your scars. Not wanting any more attention to them, you cups his cheeks and lock your lips with his.
He grabs a hold of your ass and squeezes it tightly. You moan into his mouth and rock your hips against his crotch. "Fuck, doll," he moans as he leans his head back in pleasure. You stop your movements and unfasten his belt to open his pants.
You take his semi hard dick into your hand and give it a few pumps while stick rocking your hips. "You keep that up and I'll finish before we even get started." He says breathlessly. "Do you have a-" you were cut off by him pulling out a condom from his pocket.
You take it and peel it open to wrap it around his member. You sit up a little to line yourself up with him before sinking on him until he bottoms out. "Fuck, you're tighter than I thought," you jerk your hips a little and flex your inner walls when you bounce up.
The grip on your ass tightens and you lean forward to hold onto the wall for balance. You bounce faster spell the world coconut on repeat until you feel his dick twitch inside of you.
Your thrusts became slow and hard until you feel the warmth of his seed. He lifts you up and lays your back on the bench cushions. He pulls out of you to take off this condom and put on a new one. Your back arches when one of his hands slide between your legs and rubs your clit.
He unclips your bra to take one of your nipples into his mouth. You yell out in pure bliss when his covered dick rams into your g-spot that made your walls flutter. Your rolls your hips to match his thrusts and your nails dug into his lower back, sinking himself deeper into you.
You two moan in unison and your second orgasm washed over you. He puts one of your legs on his shoulder to fit the both of you on the bench. Then without warning, he rams into you hard and fast.
Your body was bouncing and shaking under his touch and her rubs harder circles on your clit. Your eyes are pressed shut and you turn your head to the side, unable to form words. Your third orgasm came quicker this time but he keeps thrusting into you. He twists his hips at a different angle and you pull him deeper inside of you by pulling his hips.
You could practically feel him in your cervix. "Oh God," you whimper when he takes your nipple into his mouth again while he pounds into you. Your stomach did flips and you moans matched with his thrusts until pinched your clit, sending you over the edge for the forth time. Soon after, he came again and pulls out of you.
You sit up on opposing ends of the bench and you stare out the window. He stands from the bench and puts his pants and boxers back on. He pulls out a handerchief and hands it to you.
"Thanks," you say, gently taking it from him and wiping off the slickness from your thighs and stomach. A warm blanket is wrapped around your body and you feel his hand brush a loose curl from your face. "You okay?" He asks, softly. "Never better," you say with a smile.
"You mind if I hold you?" he asks, taking you by surprise. Out of all of the sexual experiences you've experienced, none of them were as considerate as Damien. "Sure."
"You seem surprised," he states as he slides behind you and pulls your back against his chest. He wraps his arms around you and draws small, soft circles on your stomach. You close your eyes and lean your head on his shoulder. "You're good at this,"
"Hm?" "At making a woman feel cared about," "Is that your way of saying you're taken for granted?" "How did-" "I'm a witch, remember?" "Ah, mind reading," you say. "It definitely helps at times, but no, I can see and read your aura."
"Okay, and what does mine tell you." "It tells me that you feel like a broken glass, and are fearful that you'll never be your version of fixed. You feel guilt but you're having trouble understanding why,"
You twist your body to meet his gaze and he adds, "Am I right?" "I should head back," You take the blanket with you and gather your clothes. You pull on your underwear and dress, careful not to smear your make up. You find a mirror and reapply your black lip stick.
You take out a few bobby pins and clips and your damp, curly hair falls to your shoulders. You feels his hands on your hips and he pulls your hair from your shoulders. He presses a soft kiss to the curve of your neck and says, "If you really feel that way about who you are with, then don't go back."
"It's not that simple," "Sometimes it is. Just think about it." He says before handing me a burner phone. You look from the phone to him before gently taking it. "I will," You turn and he cups your cheeks to kiss you but you pull away.
"Ah, ah, you should have kissed me before I put my lip stick on." "Is that so?" He pulls you to his chest and lifts you up around his waist. You could feel his hard on against your thigh and moan softly.
"I'm pretty sure they're waiting in the.." You trail off when his neck kisses became more sensual. "Make it quick," you say, finally giving in.
Fast forward to walking down the stairs and out of the gala. You tuck the burner phone into your purse before hopping into the Impala. You had a feeling that you would get busted, even after fixing your make up and spraying some perfume.
"Hey," Sam says. "I got a burner phone with all of his contacts and he told me which one was Percival," "I have a feeling you didn't even need the truth serum, did you dearie?" Rowena asks. "No, I didn't. Can we go please?"
"Why the rush, darling? Wait, is that.. cologne?" Embarassment burned your cheeks and you didn't open your mouth to defend yourself. "Y/N, you vixen." she says, nudging your shoulder. Not wanting to meet anyone's gaze, you look out the window.
They finally pull off and you hear your phone chime.
"You'll thank me later," -Rowena.
You look over your shoulder at her and she sends your a playful smirk.
"What are you talking about?" you text.
"You'll see," she responds.
We pull into the garage of the bunker and the first place you go is the bathroom to rid yourself of the hairspray, make up and Damien's scent. Although you still found it intoxicating.
You walk out the bathroom as you dry your hair with a smaller towel. You find Rowena on your bed with the burner phone next to her. "Is there a problem?" "No, just curiousity. How was he, you know, in bed?" "Rowena," you scold.
"Oh come on, I've seen women kill just to be in the same room as him. All you had to do was show up and he was all over you." "He was.. the first actual gentleman that I slept with. He cleaned me up and held me afterwards. It was like he truly cared about md,"
"But I don't know, it was probably some ploy to make me feel better about myself," you add. "On the contrary, he actually texted you a few minutes ago. "What?" "Yeah, he seems interested. I would definitely set up another date,"
"Y/N, can I talk to you for a minute?" Dean says, annoyed from listening to the conversation about another man touching you. "Good luck," Rowena mouths before leaving the room. Dean walks into your room and shuts the door. "Dean?"
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Pure Blood 37 (Sirius Black x F!Oc)
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"Oh, my God. I'm blind!"
"Only you can congratulate me like that,” says Lily laughing.
"Wow, look at that rock" I grab her left hand. “Wait, when did this happen? And why didn't we know anything?"
"Oh, not again,” says James entering the room.
“It's nothing personal, Persephone. It was just us at James's house…”
“She’s wrong, it is personal. We didn't tell you anything, and we didn't tell Sirius, you can't keep a secret,” Lily slaps his arm.
"I'm offended!”
"I'm sorry.”
I sigh.
"Okay I guess,” I cross my arms and sit on the couch.
"Did they already tell you?" Sirius enters and mimics my actions. “And I thought I had a best friend. In fact, I no longer have friends. Remus and Peter did know.”
"What?"
“And you know who else? Jenna and Marlene. No wonder even the Longbottoms know about it before we do!”
"Oh, stop crying," says James.
“This is high treason, James. We can’t not cry.”
"Could you just congratulate us?" asks Lily making a puppy face. I wince, but then I get up.
"Congratulations on marrying the most blind and stupid person in the world,” I say hugging her. She laughs. I walk up to James and hug him. "Congratulations on marrying the most dramatic redhead in the world."
"Ha! Look who says it!” He answers and I push him when we part.
Sirius stands in front of James with his arms crossed.
“Come on, Paddie. You have to congratulate me. I'm going to get married and I need a best man,” He opens his arms.
Sirius looks surprised.
“Isn't it Remus?"
"Don't tell him, but you’re my favorite.”
With just those words, Sirius lunges into James's arms. A very… rare moment, but it doesn't surprise me.
“They already ruined the moment. Would you like to be part of my bridesmaids? " Lily whispers to me.
I don't want to do the same as Sirius, it would be very embarrassing, but I can't help it.
"I-really?" My eyes water. She nods.
“I know we haven't had a good start, but I think we're both ready to forget everything and move on. I want you there and not just as a guest, after all, you helped James.”
She hugs me. I reciprocate without being able to avoid crying. Never ever in my life did I imagine being in this situation.
"I would love to, Lily.”
We part, we wipe the tears and laugh. I turn to my left and the two fools keep hugging as if the world depends on it.
***
"I must say, I was expecting a mess," I say sitting down on the couch. Sirius's apartment is strangely tidy and even bright.
"Ask the others and no one will deny that I am the tidiest of the four,” He hands me a bottle of beer and sits next to me. "You like it?"
The apartment is a good combination of magical things and Muggle things. Pictures and other decorations that represent Sirius' style very well. I must admit that he has a good taste in decoration, unlike me who could not even decorate my room at Apollo's house and at my parents' house, I had no other choice.
“It's perfect.”
I can't help but imagine living here with him. Just the two. He has not insisted on moving, but my mind takes care of it.
"You did a great job,” I comment.
“I had help from Fleamont, James and Remus. But, well, it was my idea. Besides, I couldn't have done it without Alphard,” he says nostalgically. I take his hand.
"He would be proud of you,” he nods with a smile.
“Also of you. You've made a great effort with therapy. Jane told me that you only need a couple more to be good to go…”
"What can I say? Listening to all these voices asking me how I am, if I need something, if I can walk and move my arm without crying, in addition to having a baby drooling on my cheek every time it hurts, it is a great help to move on.”
He laughs.
“Speaking of drooling babies, James asked me to buy some things for the wedding. Will you accompany me to Diagon Alley?"
I frown.
"The wedding is still a long way off?”
“That's what I said, but I didn't expect James to be the Groomzila at the wedding. He seemed very nervous, so I didn't want to tell him anything else that might upset him.”
“Okay," I chuckle.
We both appear in a few seconds in the alley. All afternoon we were buying some things for James, for the apartment and we could not miss the sweets.
At one point, Sirius stays at the Quidditch shop while I got distracted in a clothing store.
It's nice to spend the day like this, just the two of us and even have moments alone without planning it. I take my time looking at some dresses. I buy a pair and as soon as I leave the store, I hear a squeal.
"Yes, there it is! My beautiful, beautiful girlfriend!” He says grabbing my waist, pulling me closer to him. I look at him confused. "You see? I've already settled down and I don't need another person.” He says nervously and then kisses my temple.
I don’t understand anything. I look forward, meeting two quite surprised girls. I recognize one of them.
"Danny?" I ask the brown haired girl.
"Hey, Persephone!” She smiles hugging me.
"You know each other?" The other two girls and Sirius ask at the same time.
"Yeah, we were both in Slytherin," She points out.
"What's wrong?" I ask Sirius.
"Nothing! We weren't doing anything, I never did anything!” He answers, upset.
Danny laughs next to me.
"I must say I never expected to see the great Sirius Black so nervous," She turns to see me. “My friends and I found him at the Quidditch shop and decided to talk to him. It hasn't been long since we left school. To tell the truth, we thought he was single…”
"No offense, but he was alone,” says another girl with black hair. "We didn’t think that a womanizer could change and less with the only Singh who’s not worthy,” She scoffs. I clench my teeth but smile.
“Well, now you know. We’re together.”
"For now,” She mimics my smile.
I shake my head.
“I’m not playing this game. We're out of school, I don't think it's the best thing to keep fighting and even less for a boy.”
"Hey," Sirius complains.
The girl laughs.
“Even though we’re no longer at Hogwarts, you are still the girl who disappointed her family, do you think that your great secret was going to be hidden forever? I'm not even surprised. Ever since you started a friendship with Mudblood Evans, I knew it was only a matter of time…”
I frown as the others watch us uncomfortable.
“Listen, I don't know who you are, and I don't know why you care so much about my life. Maybe yours is boring, but that doesn't mean you should spit out your poison.”
"It's part of the charm, honey," She laughs. "Who would have thought that Trixie was right all this time!”
"What!?" Sirius and I say at the same time.
"Hello guys!”
Trixie the devil is in front of us, smiling like she has won a contest. Sirius and I step back and hold hands.
"Please, not again," The boy groans.
"Oh, come on. I know we had our differences, but I’m tired of this game,” She looks at me. "It was about time your parents realized what a danger you are,” then looks at Sirius. "And it's a shame that your family left you alone in the world, dear Sirius, but I have been told that Regulus has done a great job!”
I really want to feel anger and rage towards the girl, but I’m still shocked to see her.
"Don't you get tired of repeating it?" Sirius asks "I don't think the story with our families is that important now.”
“Oh, Sirius. You don't have an idea,” Trixie smiles. She eyes me from top to bottom, then looks back at Sirius. “I could help you,” she says flirtatiously. At that moment I react.
"Thank you, but no thank you, we're good.”
She sighs ignoring me.
"This is your time to leave Persephone.”
"He won’t do it and less with someone like you.”
"Come on, who wants to be in a relationship with a girl who doesn't know how to obey when he can be with me?"
"I'd rather eat a snake," Sirius comments.
"We don't need you, not you or your friends, I don't know what her name is," He scowls.
"We're not interested in your plans, Sirius and I couldn't be better." I raise my eyebrows. "Actually, we’re in the process of moving in together."
Trixie raises an eyebrow.
"What?" says the black haired girl and Sirius.
“Yes and we don't have much time. We're very busy, we can't wait to get everything ready and well, you know, get everything, right, honey?" I look at Sirius who looks like his eyes are about to pop out.
"Uh, yeah. We have to go,” He answers.
Trixie laughs.
"Well, it's sad to see one more boy run into the void,” She sighs, looks at her friend with black hair and they both leave, leaving Danny.
“In my defense, the other girl is my cousin and I had no choice. Besides, I warned them,” She points to them, smirking.
"You have hope,” I tell her.
"Maybe, but I think they have been humiliated enough," She says. “But congrats, guys,” She smiles.
"Yes, it’s a big surprise,” says Sirius next to me. I avoid his gaze.
"Oh, and I found out that Potter and Evans are finally getting married! About time, at Hogwarts we made bets to see if at some point they would get together or kill each other,” I appreciate that she changes the subject.
"I never won," I complain. She laughs.
“I think my presence is no longer required and I must go take care of the two snakes. It was good to see you guys!” She says.
When we are alone, Sirius stands in front of me.
"Of all the ways you could say yes to the move, I never thought it’d be like that and less in front of the devil,” I thought he was going to be angry, but his mocking smile tells me otherwise. “But did you mean it or was it just to mark your territory? Which, I must say, was quite… interesting– to see you jealous,”He raises an eyebrow.
I roll my eyes.
"It wasn't about you."
“Sure."
“Whatever," I cross my arms and hear him laugh. I make a face. “But, I was serious, I've been thinking about it and there are more things in favor than against and I have healed enough.”
“So," He cups my cheek. "Will you move in with me?"
“Yes," He smiles and kisses me slowly.
"Oh, I can't wait to tell everyone!” He teases causing my cheeks to burn. He lets out a laugh, but it doesn't last long. He now he makes a face.
"What?"
"Now that I think about it, we may have our first argument," He says sheepishly.
"Now what did you do?"
“Oh, it's not exactly what I did, just maybe, maybe… you don't have closet space.”
I step away confused.
"How many clothes can you have Sirius?"
"You'll be surprised.”
***
"It smells delicious!” says Andy entering the apartment.
"Courtesy of Sirius and Lily!” I smile at her.
"This is my husband, Ted,” She introduces a tall blond man with a warm smile. "And this little girl is Nymphadora!” She says, revealing a girl with purple hair. She seems very shy and she doesn't want to get away from her mother, so she doesn't pressure her.
"It's a pleasure to meet you,” I step aside to let them pass.
"Andy!" Sirius yells before hugging his cousin.
"Uncle Siri!” The girl demands Sirius's attention when she separates from her mother.
"What?" He says surprised. "Who are you?"
“Dora," She answers with an amused smile.
“No-uh, my pretty niece Dora is still just a baby! And what I see here is a big girl!”
"I am the bit girl!" She squeals raising her arms. Sirius carries her and they both share a big hug.
After the introductions, Sirius and Lily announce that dinner still needed more time, so we all sit in the small room.
"It's great to see how much you've accomplished," Andy tells Sirius. "I'm very proud of my Siri!” She says squeezing the boy's cheek. We all laugh at his complaints.
"So responsible, our dear Siri,” snorts James.
"What about you, dear Jamie?" Andromeda says. James blushes. "Graduated and about to get married!”
"Very important adult things, without a doubt, Andromeda,” He replies, feigning maturity. She frowns. "And as an adult I ask you to please not call me, Jamie.”
"Impossible, Jamie.”
James complains.
"At least Remus isn't here, it would be worse…”
"Don't worry, Prongs, I'll inform him about your new nickname,” Sirius replies.
“Oh, yeah! Lupin, where is he? " Andromeda asks.
"Uh, he's busy," I say hiding my nervousness from her.
"Yeah, he has a little furry problem," Sirius says.
"Do you have a puppy?" Dora asks.
"Something like that.”
The others keep talking, Andy, Sirius and Lily talk about dinner, while James talks to Ted about Fleamont's inventions. So I’m left alone with the six-year-old girl.
"So, Dora," I begin. She looks at me. “When you arrived your hair was purple, but now it’s blue.”
“Yes, sometimes it happens. I’m a metamorphomagus, that means I can change the color of my hair whenever I want!” She explains making me laugh.
"That's great!”
"Do you believe it? Some children think it’s something strange,” She says.
"Oh no. I think it's the coolest thing I've ever seen. What other colors can you do?"
“I like the way pink looks! Look,” She closes her eyes and little by little her hair turns bubblegum pink.
We both laugh and keep trying other colors.
The night passed quietly between the delicious dinner, stories, jokes and conversations that only the walls within the apartment will know.
Only until it was too late, the Tonks must go. Ted carries a sleeping Dora, but before they leave the place, Andromeda looks at the four with concern.
“I know that everything has been very nice in your lives these last few months. I wish everything were fine, but Dumbledore will soon notify you of a new meeting. You-Know-Who no longer wants to be in the shadows and it’s better to prepare,” She looks at us with a sad smile. “The most important thing is to be together. You should also let Peter and Remus know.”
“We will, Andy. Thanks,” She nods and the three of them leave.
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15 Musical Theatre Duets That Make Me Believe In Love Again
Hi! This is a follow-up on my other list: 15 Musical Theatre Female Solos That Make Me Feel Things. This time, I’m going to talk about 15 musical theatre duets that make me believe in love again (obviously, as the title suggests). Love songs are beautiful and special, and I always love listening to them. You don’t even have to be in a relationship to really enjoy them. You just have to listen and feel the music and lyrics. 
Musical theatre love songs are a whole different story. I find them more meaningful because they’re part of a story. They help the story progress, as well as provide insight to the characters’ personality. And probably most importantly, these songs help make the audience understand the love these characters feel for each other. 
The following songs are my favorite romantic duets in musical theatre. Romantic duets are love songs sung by two people — usually, it’s sung when they profess their love for each other. I love them to bits, and I love how they made me feel. They’re also fun to sing along to! These songs are, in my opinion, incredibly romantic. They transcend me to a different place, and yes, they do make me believe in love again. Also, let me just remind you, that this is my personal list, so if you don’t agree, well then, you can always make a list of your own. 
(Disclaimer: I arranged these songs randomly to avoid favoritism, so this is not exactly a “ranking” list.)
1. Sun and Moon - Miss Saigon 
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I was initially confused which song I would choose from Miss Saigon — this one or “The Last Night of the World.” I eventually chose this one because I liked the lyrics more. They’re so simple, but you can definitely feel the love between Kim and Chris with each word. 
This song is sung early on the show, where everything was going perfectly for the both of them. After spending the night, Kim and Chris fell in love unexpectedly while there is an ongoing war. He’s a soldier; she’s a prostitute. They come from a different world, but they found each other. It’s the perfect love song for them. 
Most memorable lyrics: How in the light of one night / Did we come so far?
2. Tonight - West Side Story
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Just like Kim and Chris from Miss Saigon, Tony and Maria from West Side Story come from a different world. He’s a Jet; she’s a, well... Shark by relation? Anyway, this song is also an absolute favorite of mine. The music, the lyrics... are oh-so gorgeous. Even though they’ve only met one time prior to this song, they fell in love at first sight — and they fell hard. Both Tony and Maria were ready to risk their relationship with family and friends to be with each other.  
But before the story went into chaos, this song perfectly described the love they feel for each other. It’s a delightful song, and I love it to bits. I look forward to the day I sing this to a special someone who’s ready to defy everyone just to be with me!
Most memorable lyrics:  But here you are / And what was just a world is a star / Tonight
3. Ten Minutes Ago - Rodger and Hammerstein’s Cinderella
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Ever wondered what it feels like to fall in love at first sight? Well, Ella and Prince Topher can tell you — or rather, sing it for you. This song is just as beautiful as the costumes of this Rodger and Hammerstein’s Cinderella production. Seriously, this is unrelated, but you really need to check out the costumes for this show. It’s to die for!
Anyway, this song is the first duet of Ella and Prince Topher. The music is soaring; the lyrics are romantic; and the choreography is memorable. This song is absolutely marvelous and perfectly encapsulates the feeling of falling in love at first sight (one of my favorite musical theatre tropes). Also, you need to check out the Tony Awards performance of this song! 
Most memorable lyrics: In the arms of my love I’m flying / Over mountain and meadow and glen
4. Take Me As I Am - Jekyll & Hyde
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Unlike most of the songs in this list, I haven’t delved into this musical as much as I want to. Nevertheless, I fell in love with this gorgeous song. I have a weakness for sopranos, so of course, this song caught my attention. Christiane Noll, who played Emma in the OBC recording, sounded so, so heavenly. 
Through this song, I got to know Emma and Jekyll’s love for each other. They’re professing their love for each other, promising that they would be on each other’s side no matter what happens. It’s a song that teaches us acceptance and love really go together. Truly one of my favorite romantic song ever. 
Most memorable lyrics: And when despair / Tears me in two / Who can I turn to but you?
5. I’ll Cover You - Rent
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This particular song is more carefree and upbeat compared to most of the songs in this list. But that doesn’t make it any less romantic. This song sung by my favorite couple in Rent is the absolute best. When all the other couples are fighting, Angel and Collins just continued loving each other and enjoying the little time they have. They are so sweet, and I totally love their relationship. And this song is a huge testament why. 
It’s a song that tells the audience that Angel and Collins just love being together and that they truly love one another. They were together through thick and thin, through Angel’s sickness until the very end. They weren’t kidding when they sang “I’ll be there and I’ll cover you.” And yes, the reprise version of this song is the definition of pain and sadness. 
Most memorable lyrics: But sweet kisses I’ve got to spare / I’ll be there and I’ll cover you
6. As Long As You’re Mine - Wicked
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Whenever I listen to this song, I always describe it as “sensual and intimate.” This song may not be promiscuous or anything like that, but it’s so passionate and sexy in an innocent way. It’s a beautiful love song, and when performed right, truly make me fall in love. The lyrics are perfect for what Elphaba and Fiyero are going through, and the music is beyond catchy.
When they do release the movie version of Wicked — which is probably never at this point — I hope they cast actors who have amazing, off the roof chemistry. This song is one of my favorites, and I would love to see it done well on the big screen. Elphaba’s cheeky last line “For the first time, I feel... wicked” is probably my favorite line in the show. 
Most memorable lyrics: Borrow the moonlight / Until it is through / And know I’ll be here / Holding you / As long as you’re mine
7. Only Us - Dear Evan Hansen
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One of the purest romantic songs ever. Though Evan may not be your ideal perfect guy, you can’t deny that this song is plain sweet. This duet between Evan and Zoe is cute and relatable — anyone who fell in love before can identify with the lyrics. And even though you’re not a fan of musical theatre, I’m pretty sure you’re still going to like this fan favorite.
This song is one of my favorite song in “new” musicals. It’s sung by teenagers in the show, but the lyrics and music are perfect to attract younger audiences. It’s a good song to sing along to, and probably a good dedication song for your significant other.
Most memorable lyrics: You and me / That’s all that we need it to be / And the rest of the world falls away
8. Seven Wonders - Catch Me If You Can
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The first time I listened to the musical, I was in high school. I didn’t know it was based on a movie. I didn’t know who Frank Abagnale even is! The reason why I even cared about this musical is because of Aaron Tveit, which made me listen to the cast recording, then watch the movie (which is really good). I fell in love with this song the first moment I listened to it. It’s catchy and pure and beautiful. 
The duet is sung by Frank and Brenda in the musical. The lyrics (and Aaron Tveit) are probably the highlights of the song for me. It’s hilarious and, at the same time, really sweet. Imagine having a guy you like say that you couldn’t compare to all the beautiful places in the world because you’re perfect! And then imagine Aaron Tveit singing that to you. But seriously speaking, this song is goshdarn cute and romantic. 
Most memorable lyrics: I’ve been a lot of places / Yes, I’ve traveled near and far / But now I know that home is where you are
9. Happiness - Passion
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This is the first song of the musical, and from there, I’m already in love. Giorgio and Clara’s song is simply enchanting. It tells the story of two people just being happy in each other’s arms. We don’t know who they are — as the musical only started — but we just know that they’re completely in love with each other, satisfied and contented.
Indeed, this is one of my favorite love songs ever. It’s warm, delightful, and deeply sensual. Giorgio and Clara’s love story may not be perfect (as we realize later on the show), but this song is perfect for their relationship in the beginning. 
Most memorable lyrics: Some say happiness / Comes and goes / Then this happiness / Is a kind of happiness / No one really knows
10. Say It Somehow - The Light in the Piazza
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This musical has one of the best scores ever. It’s astonishingly pleasant to the ears. This particular song, on the other hand, is one of the best love songs I’ve ever heard. In this song, this is when Fabrizio (spoiler alert?) professes his love and proposes to Clara (a different one from the previously mentioned musical). 
Who does not want a declaration of love with a song like this? It’s everyone’s dream — or rather, my dream. It’s a gorgeous song with flawless music and lyrics. And I know you’re getting tired of hearing it but yes, this is one of my favorite songs.
Most memorable lyrics: Say it somehow / Anyway you can / You know me / You are good
11. Something to Believe In - Newsies
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The first few notes of this song is already set to make me fall in love, and it succeeds. This love song is amazing and fun to sing along to. It’s catchy (especially the chorus) and above all, romantic. Jack and Katherine are not only friends, but they also know how to work together and that’s important in any relationship. 
Needless to say, this song is the perfect for the both of them. Jack and Katherine truly believed in each other. They’re one of my favorite couples in musicals, so I’m pretty happy that they got a really good song. It’s also one of those songs that you can play for your friends who don’t often listen to musicals. 
Most memorable lyrics: And if I’m gone tomorrow / What was ours still will be / I have something to believe in / Now that I know you believed in me
12. One Second and a Million Miles - The Bridges of Madison County
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Honestly, I’m not sure if this is an “actual” love song, but what the hell, I love this song and I’m making the list so I’m going to include it. The entire musical is heartbreaking, but oh-so romantic and beautiful. The songs are exquisite and gorgeous, especially this big song in the second act wherein Robert tells Francesca to leave everything and run away with him. 
It’s a song of reassurance, that whatever the risks they’re going to take, it’s enough because they love one another and they’re going to be there for each other. It’s an incredible song and no matter how many times I listen to the cast recording, Kelli O’Hara and Steven Pasquale’s vocals give me chills every time. 
Most memorable lyrics: And you and I are just one second / Spinning by in just one second / You and I have just one second / And a million miles to go
13. All I Ask of You - The Phantom of the Opera
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My. Favorite. Duet. Of. All. Time. I mean, I think most of my followers here are from the “Phandom” so you just know that I have to include a song from this musical. This song is the absolute best, which of course, truly made me believe in love again. It’s beautiful. Raoul and Christine’s relationship is the best, as the both of them love each other very much.
In this song, Raoul promises Christine to be there for her all the time no matter what. He promises his love for her and more. It’s a wonderful and romantic song that has been covered endless times by popular artists outside musical theatre (my favorite would’ve been Josh Groban and Kelly Clarkson’s version). And I swear, if I ever get married in the future, this will be the song that I would play on my first dance with my husband.
Most memorable lyrics: Say you’ll share with me one love, one lifetime / Say the word and I will follow you / Share each day with me, each night, each morning / Say you love me / You know I do
14. All I’ve Ever Known - Hadestown 
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Anaïs Mitchell originally wanted this to be a solo for Eurydice, but I thank the gods everyday that she turned it into a duet. It’s my favorite song in the musical, and it’s absolutely wonderful. For a really long time, Eurydice was on her own and very independent. She didn’t trust anyone. But now, she was ready to open up and love Orpheus with all her heart. 
Furthermore, the choreography in this song is absolutely amazing. It showed the intimacy of Eurydice and Orpheus’ relationship through their dance. It went perfectly well along with the song as well! I love this song very much, and it’s on repeat. 
Most memorable lyrics: All I know is you’re someone I have always known / And I don’t even know you / Now I wanna hold you, hold you close / I don’t wanna ever have to let you go
15. I Have Dreamed - The King and I
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Tuptim and Lun Tha are only supporting characters in their musical, but their songs are my absolute favorites. This and “We Kiss in a Shadow” are two of my favorite songs in the musical. Their songs, especially this one in particular, left a long-lasting impression to me. Even though I’m not in love, this song makes me feel like I am. 
My first version of this song is Lea Salonga and Peabo Bryon’s version (which you should really check out if you haven’t!) Their rendition of this song is super good — it’s like you’ve died and gone to heaven. The lyrics are amazing and perfectly written. To top it all of, this song is very romantic, and I love it so much. 
Most memorable lyrics: In these dreams, I’ve loved you so / That by now I think, I know / What it’s like to be loved by you / I will love being loved by you
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And that brings us to the end of this list. These 15 songs truly made me believe in love again, and I suggest you give them a listen! Who knows, maybe you’d like them as well. 
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Replay ch. 1
Did I start yet ANOTHER AU?  Yes, I did.   Callum, Ezran, Soren, and Claudia run a popular YouTube channel while Rayla is a lawyer that Callum asks to model for him. Plans for the fic to be rated E down the line.
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Callum smiled as he sat in front of the camera, Ezran, Soren and Claudia to his side.  “Hello, everyone and welcome to the first video of our new channel.  My name is Callum Evans.”
“I’m Ezran Williams.”
“Soren Ricci,” Soren winked at the camera.
“And I’m Claudia Ricci.”
Callum nodded.  “And we are going to be trying spicy snacks.” Soren and Claudia immediately paled. “We saw the video the Try Guys did and me and Ezran said ‘there’s no way half of that is that hot.’”
“Nope,” Ezran shook his head.
“And I know what you’re thinking, ‘what do you four know about spice?’  Well, first, Ezran and I are actually half-siblings.  Our mom and aunt are half-Thai and half-Korean, and if you know anything about Thai or Korean food, it’s really spicy.  My dad was mostly German and Irish, but he spent a lot of summers in India and the Sichuan area of China due to his parents’ work as translators.  So, there’s that spicy food again.”
“And my dad is half-Jamaican and half-African-American.  If you’ve never had Jamaican food, it uses a lot of herbs and spices to make everything on the flavor profile.  My grandmother, in connecting to her roots, started getting really into traditional African cuisine which tends to involve a lot of chili and warming spices.  Also, our aunt is married to a lovely woman from the Democratic Republic of the Congo, so we’ve had lot of Congolese cooking as well. The ultimate comfort food in our house is probably a West African spicy peanut soup.”
“If you’ve never had it, go make some right now,” Callum nodded.
Soren gulped.  “Claudia and I are terrible with spicy food.  I am also mildly lactose intolerant so I really hope there is no cheese here.”
“Hate it,” Claudia said. “I like a good cake or ice cream.”
“Clauds is super into dessert.”
Ezran smiled.  “As am I.  My favorite flavor profile is sweet.  I got our mom’s sweet tooth.  While Callum’s got a thing for spice.”
Callum nodded.  “My step-dad, Ezran’s dad, not only grew-up on Jamaican and traditional African dishes, he also grew-up with Brazilian neighbors who would bring traditional Brazilian barbeque, called churrasco, to all the neighborhood cook-outs.  Well, let’s stop talking about it.  Let’s get down to this.  We have all ten items the Try Guys used-”
Claudia gasped.  “Please tell me you didn’t get those rock candies!?”
“Of course, I did!” Callum set all the items on the table in the box he had put them before pulling out the candies.
Soren groaned.  “NOOO. We’re gonna die.”
Ezran sniffed.  “No, it’s a psychological thing where your brain is saying it’s on fire.”
“That doesn’t make it better.”
Callum smiled.  “Let’s do this!  First,” Callum took out the Cheetos, “Flaming Hot Cheetos.  The Try Guys didn’t use the chili lime ones, which I find a shame, because there’s more flavor in those even though they aren’t quite as spicy.”
“I agree,” Ezran said as he opened the bag.  “Chili lime is a classic flavor combination.  Put it on mango and I am pretty happy.”  The bag was passed and they all tried one.  “Not spicy at all.”
Callum ate another.  “Nope.  They’re good, but there’s no real heat there.”
Soren groaned.  “This is perfect for me.  It’s got a bit of heat, but it’s not overwhelming.”
Claudia nodded.  “I agree.  I don’t want to go hotter.”
Callum shook his head. “For those of you who are wondering, Soren and Claudia are siblings and childhood friends of me and Ezran.  Their dad and our dad are best friends.  But, when they come over for dinner, our family has to seriously downgrade the spice level or else these two freak out.”
“And,” Ezran interrupted, “when we go to their place, we have to bring our own hot sauce.  Well, that’s mostly Callum.  He carries hot sauce in his bag.”
“That’s because mango chutney doesn’t travel well.”
“See, mango chutney is almost going into too hot territory for me.  At least, the brand Callum buys is.”
“That’s because I buy authentic and get it shipped directly from a company that makes traditional chutneys here in the States.  Next snack; Takis Fuego.”  Callum held up the bag.  “This time, we got the chili lime!”
“Chili lime!” Ezran pumped both his arms up.
Callum opened the bag and took one, passing it to Ezran before moving it on to Soren and Claudia. “What I taste most is that lime flavor, which is fine with me.  I want it hotter, but I love lime, so I’m not complaining.”
“It’s not bad,” Claudia affirmed.  “I actually do like this.  Like you said, that lime is what’s really hitting, but the spicy is there.”
Ezran hummed.  “Can I have the rest of the bag when we’re done?”
“Sure.”
Soren blinked a bit.  “I think it’s spicier than you guys are giving it credit, but it’s pretty good.  I would take that lime flavor over the chili.”
“It adds to it Soren.”
“Chili is pain!”
“Life is pain!” Callum retorted.
Claudia rolled her eyes. “Not another ‘Princess Bride’ reference. You watched it once and you wouldn’t stop quoting it.”
“Inconceivable.”
Ezran raised a brow.  “‘You keep using that word.  I do not think it means what you think it means.’”  Callum laughed, high-fiving Ezran as Soren and Claudia watched on.  
“Nerds,” Claudia and Soren sang out.
“Proud of it,” came Ezran and Callum’s reply.
“OK,” Ezran said.  “What’s next?”
Callum looked at his notes. “Pulparindo!  Tamarind candy.”  Callum handed each of them their own packet.  “It’s kind of like a fruit leather.”
They went through all the snacks, Soren and Claudia progressively begging for milk as they went. “MILK!” Soren gasped on the Carolina Reaper jerky.
“You’re lactose intolerant, Soren,” Claudia coughed.
“MILDLY.”
“You guys got soy milk?”
Callum nodded.  “I keep some in the fridge in case Aunt Amaya comes over.”  Soren ran for the fridge in Callum’s house.  They weren’t planning on saying anything if the channel continued, but they were currently in Callum’s father’s childhood home.  His grandparents rented it out to him for school because they had moved into a retirement community.  He had completely renovated it and now had this room designed just for these videos.  “You OK, Soren?  We’ve got one last item, the Sonoran Spice Company’s Carolina Reaper Pebbles.”
“NOOOOO!” came Soren’s scream from the kitchen.
Ezran started laughing, taking a handful of the leftover Takis.  “Come on, Soren!  You’ve come this far.”
Claudia looked close to sobbing as she looked at the snacks on the table.  “It’s so hot.  I can’t taste my own tongue.”
“You can’t taste your tongue, Clauds.”
“SHUT UP.”  
Ezran laughed at the two as Callum snuck a few Takis for himself.  “For those of you at home, there is no denying that that jerky is hot. Callum and I just crave the heat while Soren and Claudia do not.”
Soren finally came back, sighing as he looked at the camera.  “I’m gonna die.”
Callum opened the candy, pouring a few into his hands and passing it over to the others.  Ezran took more while Soren and Claudia each only took two. “That’s all you want?” Callum asked.
“YES,” came the combined response from Soren and Claudia.  The four put it in their mouths together.  Immediately, Soren and Claudia freaked out, reaching for the white bread Callum had brought them earlier.  Callum and Ezran coughed a bit, but, for the most part, they had built up a tolerance that didn’t make it as painful as if they had gone right to the candy.
Ezran nodded.  “It’s hot.  No denying it.  But, I think the jerky was hotter.”
Callum nodded as well. “No doubt, jerky was a bit hotter. But I picked the candy last because of how the Try Guys reacted to it.  I was wondering if maybe it was the hottest thing.”
“It’s too hot,” Claudia said around a mouthful of bread.  “It’s like torture.”  Soren whimpered in response, gulping more of his soy milk.
“Well, I guess that’s all the time we got.  Please subscribe to our channel as we continue to, most likely, eat food or, maybe just do whatever we want.  ‘Til next time.”
Soren turned to Callum. “Why do you get to do the sign-off?”
“Because this was my idea.”
“You almost killed me!”
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Rayla snorted as she walked into the cheese shop with her coworkers.  Maybe it was Runaan’s influence, but she was a bit of a cheese snob. Scottish food was mostly friend, but Runaan had grown up in England and spent a few years in France, leading to strong feelings about what made a good cheese, but she had not been impressed with any of the cheeses her coworkers considered ‘good.’  “I’m telling you, you have to go to an actual cheesemonger. The grocery is not good enough. At least go to a delicatessen.”
“Rayla, we’re lawyers. We don’t have time to go to a cheesemonger and have them select a variety of cheeses for us.”
“We do blue sky, fraud. We have time.”  Rayla walked in, making sure her suit was still well-pressed. She didn’t like a wrinkled suit when she paid good money to get it dry-cleaned.  When they looked around, they saw a group of four at a table, several cameras around them and a few people also there.  Her cheesemonger, Marcos, was talking to them.  She saw a jar of one of her favorites, Meredith Dairy Marinated Goat, on the table.  “The kind they have on the table?  It’s really good.  Spreads amazingly on bread.”
One of the guys at the table, a young man with green eyes looked over and did a double-take.  She made eye contact, slightly startled by just how green his eyes were.  The rest of the table looked over at the group, a few jaws hanging open.  Marcos smiled over at her, walking over.  “Rayla!  Sorry, we’re filming a video right now.  Did you want to get your usual?”
“That’ll work.  I was hoping to convert my coworkers to actual decent cheese because if I went to one more office party where someone brought an unaged cheddar and no other options, I was going to lose my mind.”
“Got it.  Let me go get that cheese for you.”
Rayla’s coworker raised a brow.  “Now what?”
“We go back to the office and try it.  Because once it gets home, it’s not leaving my apartment unless it’s part of my lunch.” Rayla walked around the shop, ignoring the video going on until she heard some hissing.  She turned her head, making eye contact with the boy from before again.  He gulped, walking forward.  Out of the corner of her eye, she saw one of her coworkers, Kasef, glare at him.  “Back off, Kasef,” she muttered to herself.
“Hey,” the guy stuttered a bit as he made it to her.
“Hello,” she answered. His eyes went wider, probably at her distinctly Scottish accent.  “Yes, my accent is real.  I grew up in Aberdeen, Scotland.  Can I help you?”
The boy flushed.  “Yes, actually.  My name is Callum Evans.  I’m an artist and I would love to paint you.”
Rayla tilted her head. It was a unique come-on.  “What’s that video your doing?  Art?”
“YouTube.  It’s a thing I do with my brother and my childhood friends. Being an artist isn’t the most lucrative thing if you don’t do graphic design.  I do commissions and try to sell my art, but there’s always low points. YouTube helps off-set that.”
“Fair.  YouTubers don’t really have a good reputation.”
“I know.  We’re not involved in any of that drama or crazy stuff going on.  Claudia does make-up, but, she mostly sticks within our circle of food YouTubers.”
“Mostly food?”
“Mostly food.”
Rayla nodded.  “How do I know you’re an artist?”
Callum reached for his phone.  “Here’s my Instagram and a couple of my sketches that I haven’t posted yet.”  He handed her the phone for her to look through.
“You sure you trust me with your phone?”
“Not really, but I’m a stranger asking to draw you.  Some level of give and take has to happen here.”
“I agree.”  Rayla went through his art, humming as she saw the variety of subjects, though he tended to focus on people.  There were a lot of pictures of the same three women.  “You like drawing women?”
“That’s my mom, my aunt, and my aunt’s wife.  You’ll also see pictures of my grandmothers and Claudia.”  Rayla looked closely at a few of the pictures.  She could see the family resemblance between him and some of the women, particularly in the jawline and cheekbones.  
She paused on a picture of one of the women he looked like and another one of the three he drew often. They were smiling at each other, flushes on their cheeks.  “This picture is beautiful.”
“Thanks.  That was at their engagement party.”
“I’m sold.”
“Really?” Callum asked, looking like he couldn’t believe she would say yes.  She couldn’t believe it either.
“I have four parents. My biological parents are bodyguards for a member of the royal family and were travelling a lot so I was raised by their best friends, Runaan and Ethari.  I got a lot of teasing as a kid for having two dads.  If you can draw these two as unabashedly in love as you do, I’m sold on you as a person.  I’m Rayla Burrows.”  She stuck out her head, giving a slight smile as a he took it.  “You have a decent grip.”
“My step-dad taught me how to do a good handshake.  Can I have your number so we can plan this?”
“Do you have a studio?”
“Yes…in my house.”
Rayla paused.  “Would it bother you if I asked someone I know to come?”
“Not at all.  Whatever makes you comfortable.”  They exchanged numbers and Callum walked off, looking back at her every few moments.  Marcos finally came back with her cheese, smiling.  As she walked out of the shop with her coworkers, she cast one last look at the group.  Callum Evans…interesting.            
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Title: Unprofessional Part 2 {Headcanon}
Chris Evans x Co-star Reader
Warning: Angst
Words: 2.2k
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Two months. He’d avoided you for two months. He didn’t know how he’d been successful with it but he had. He’d skipped the wrap party the following night then flew out the next morning. He was way too mortified to face you. Instead he sent a floral arrangement and an apology note.
When you got the flowers, you were confused who they could be from, but you took notice that they were you favorites. They were breathtakingly gorgeous and smelled even better. When you opened the note and read his words you felt bad for him.  
“Y/N, I am incredibly sorry for what happened on set. I am sorry for my lack of professionalism. Nothing like that has ever happened to me before. It was no way a reflection of my respect for you. I respect you as a human and a woman and I am ashamed and embarrassed by my actions. I understand if you’re unable to forgive me. I just needed to apologize to you and express to you my deepest regret for what happened. Chris.” 
When you read the words the two parts that stuck out was that something like that had never happened before and that he regretted it. Yes, the after effect was awkward and shocking but you couldn’t deny or hide the fact that you were attracted to him, or that when his hands were on your body you didn’t want him to stop. You couldn’t pretend that you were seconds away from coming yourself and you definitely couldn’t act like you regretted it. You regretted nothing. Some part of you thought that his regret was a sign of his indifference to you and a sign that he didn’t like you like that. 
So just like that you went your way and he went his. You moved on to other projects but you never not thought about him and the night on set and what could have happened had there been no crew around. It was hard to ignore his existence he was everywhere and everyone seemed to be in love with him. So you saw him on gossip blogs, late night tv, YouTube, magazines, it was impossible to not see his face. You didn’t mind, it was a beautiful face. 
It was harder for him. He literally had wet dreams every night for the last two months. It was like the night on set was his trigger and he was unable to put the cap back on his desire for you. So, he found himself aroused whenever he thought of you, or saw your picture and in the industry, he came across your image often. After the first month he got tired of it and thought maybe all he needed was the feel of someone else.  
So, he made plans to do just that. When they made it to the room things weren’t going normally but he ignored it and pushed ahead but he couldn’t get his mind in it, he couldn’t stop seeing your face when he kissed her but envisioning your face didn’t help him below the belt. After ten minutes of her trying to get him hard with no success he decided to call it and leave.  
When Chris went home that night you were on the tv in a commercial for some perfume. You were in a bathtub and with your leg hanging over the edge swirling around the water that was filled with flowers and in seconds he was hard. That pissed him off even more but it didn’t stop him from masturbating to that stupid commercial that clearly had nothing to do with perfume. 
The night he bumped into you again for the first time in two months was at a Mavs and Lakers game. You were there with some guy and he caught you before you fell because of him. Your eyes locked with his and everything he’d been feeling for the last few months bombarded him. 
“Chris, hi.” 
“Hey.” 
The tension between the two of you was clear. Chris couldn’t maintain eye contact for longer than a few seconds if that and your eyes always seemed to drift down his chest to his crotch. You couldn’t help it. 
“You okay Y/N?” Your date for the night came over finally realizing you weren't behind him. 
“Yeah, all good. I have a guardian angel.” You smiled warmly at Chris but he didn’t return it, instead he kept his jaw clenched and his eyes cold. That was a first.  
“Guardian angel huh, thought that was me.” Chris wasn’t amused by this guy. He watched him as his hand wrapped around your hip and held on possessively. Every territorial instinct in him wanted to act like a world class asshole but you weren’t his property. In all honesty you weren’t anything to him.  
“Enjoy your night Y/N.” It was short but oh well. He turned and walked away and went across the court to where his friends were. When he sat, he realized he was in direct sight of you. He watched you sit and cross your legs and watched as the guy you were with leaned to your ear and whispered to you. You laughed but it didn’t look like a genuine one. You looked across to him and kept eye contact but he broke it before he found himself in a situation. 
Throughout the game he split his attention between the game and you. No matter how hard he tried to pay attention to the score and the plays it was useless, you always drew his attention. The guy you were with was enthralled in the game and you were occasionally. He cheered on the Lakers but you cheered the visiting team. He found is funny because the man you were with didn’t seem to appreciate it. It didn’t keep him from touching you and whispering to you.  
From where he was, he couldn’t tell if you liked the attention or if you were over it. Occasionally your eyes met his and every time they did you did something to draw his attention to some part of your body, your legs, your lips, your cleavage. The grown, red blooded male in him said you did it on purpose but there was a part of him that doubted it. By the end of the game the visiting team had won and you’d made your escape before he could see where you disappeared to. It didn’t matter you were on his mind for the rest of the night.
A week after you’d seen Chris at the basketball game you made it to a friend’s get together convinced it would be what you needed to cut lose and relax. You hoped it would work as a reprieve for your salacious dreams and masturbation sessions. It was getting out of hand and to be honest you were at the end of your patience.  
You did a lap around the space saying hello to familiar faces and taking pictures and being the social butterfly you were. That one lap took nearly forty minutes. Sneaking away from a group of your friends you beelined it to the bar. You needed a drink in the worst way. When you got to the bar you leaned on it as you scrolled through your phone. When you looked to your left there was Chris. 
He looked good as he nursed a glass of brown liquor. When he tipped the glass to his lips and emptied it you stared at his lips, they were red, plump and perfect. When he lowered the glass, he signaled the bartender raising his glass. The bartender looked to you. 
“What can I get for you?” Chris looked to you and the expression on his face went from a slightly bored to awareness.  
“I’ll have a beer, and what he’s having.” 
“You sure you can handle what I have?” 
You smirked hearing a double meaning behind his words. You reached for his mostly empty glass and tipped it to your lips and allowed the last drops to coat your tongue. You recognized the taste. 
“Whiskey. Interesting. I didn’t take you as a whiskey man.” You nodded to the bartender letting him know your decision was final.  
“What kind of man did you take me as?” His eyes watched you as you slid on top of the stool and crossed your legs. They remained glued to your exposed thighs. When he looked at you it was just with his cornflower eyes. 
“Not whiskey, beer maybe.” Chris laughed and shook his head. 
“So, you thought I was boring.” 
“Oh god no, I know for a fact you’re not boring. Remember I spent seven months with you. I know how adventurous and spontaneous you can be.” You were teasing him. He could tell. He decided to just cut to the chase and address the elephant in the room. 
“Y/N, look I'm sorry about what happened on set. I'm very sorry, it was unacceptable and unprofessional and--.” 
“You regret it.” The bartender placed a bottle of Corona and two glasses of whiskey in front of you. You took up the bottle and began chugging the beer. For some reason you hated hearing how much he regretted what happened. 
“Well--yeah. It goes away from what I stand for.” His words were slow as he watched you drink down the beer without taking a breath. He was strangely turned on seeing you knew how to handle a bottle of beer. His eyes locked on your lips wrapped around the spout and his pants became a little tighter. 
You put the bottle on the bar and looked at him. “And what do you stand for if it’s not getting erections while filming and licking your costar’s nipples and coming on them?” It was bold, it was purposely done. You were tired of this state of limbo. The look on his face showed how embarrassed he was. He drank down his whiskey and you did the same with yours. 
You didn’t hang around too long, opting to go back to mingling. Soon you were dancing, singing and laughing with everyone else. The entire night Chris was always in your eye sight. You saw his eyes roam your body, saw the way he looked at you, and even saw the way he occasionally nudged his hips forward and rearranged his pants. 
The end of the night came at nearly two in the morning. Your inhabitations were definitely gone and the only thing you could think about was riding Chris Evans. As you turned to find him you bumped right into him. His hands gripped you; one at your hip the other around your waist. Your eyes locked with his and you recognized the look in his eyes, it was the same from that night on set. 
“For someone who regrets touching me, you sure do it a lot.” 
He couldn’t fully understand what you meant but he grasped most of it. 
“I never said I regretted touching you Y/N.” 
“Of course, you did.” You tried to pull away from him but he held you firm. 
“No. I said I regretted my unprofessionalism; it was unacceptable in that situation.” 
The silence between you stretched but it wasn’t an uncomfortable one, it was a loud one where you both spoke in far better ways than with words.
“I regret overstepping especially seeing you have a boyfriend.” 
You literally shook your head while rapidly blinking your eyes. “Say what now?” 
Chris lets you step back from him creating a small amount of space between you. “What boyfriend?” 
“The one that visited you on set, or the one from the other night. You tell me.” 
You smiled as it all became clear. He thought you had a boyfriend this entire time. He thought he had to stay away from you, that you were the one not interested. A smile spread across your face. 
“I don’t have a boyfriend. Ryan is my ex; we broke up almost a year ago. And the other night Miles was just a date, and one that won’t have another.” Chris searched your eyes then his eyes dropped to the floor. 
“You crossed no line, you didn’t overstep. I don’t regret it.” 
A plethora of emotions rushed across his face, shock, relief, happiness, then the look from the night on set was the final one.
“Follow me home?” You stared at him waiting for him to answer. You were inebriated enough to put yourself out there and right now you really didn’t want to do the job yourself—not again. You wanted him to.  
Chris stepped to you, closing the space between you with his eyes locked on yours. “What for?” You could smell the whiskey on his breath but it mixed with the scent of whatever cologne he wore. It was subtle, masculine but completely captivating. You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip as anticipation filled you.  
“I have another job you can start and finish right now.” It was a good enough line for the movie, so why the hell not now? He smiled then licked his lips and you wanted your lips on his pronto. 
“What job is that?” 
You closed the space between your faces and went to his ear and whispered your address then you bit his earlobe and walked away. Confident there was no way to misunderstand your meaning you tried not to hurry to your car too much not wanting to give away just how much you wanted him and how anxious you were to get rid of nine months of desire.
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Okay I know I posted a AU idea about PresidentialSon!Buck here and I said I’m not gonna write it but I lied. Yes I know I can’t help myself when I saw @promptabuddie​‘s post^ 
This was supposed to be posted like weeks ago but life happens. Also this was supposed to be a short one shot but the fic had a mind of its own.
So here’s the basics you need to know about this AU: Bathena adopts Buck as a baby, Buck is a firefighter, and this fills that^ prompt. The rest you gonna find out in the fic itself. Title is in reference to a song by Train of the same title. Also in my head I re-casted Katrina Law as Lena so I’d write her character with justice; Nothing against Rousey but yeah in my version of Lena Bosko is Katrina Law (cause she’s a badass in both H50 and Arrow) just saying. 
Warnings: Long ass exposition; Lots of backstories and Buck being ridiculous(ly adorable);  Lena is Eddie’s Partner (Secret Service); Likable!Lena; 
x-posted to AO3
Summary: Buck did have a knack for coming up with the most ridiculous excuse. So when the President asked him what the hell was he thinking, his answer was perplexing but at the same time not surprising at all.
“Um so I’m trying out the bulletproof vest?” At the blank stares he is getting Buck continued, “Well and what do you know it works! Really five stars will recommend to my police officer friends!” 
Am I made of paper 'Cause I tear so easily Am I made of vapor Because I disappear Do I have to have a reason For anything I feel Just be glad I'm real Glad I'm real Am I real?
Buck was knocked down before he even felt a dull throbbing pain on his chest or heard the loud beating of his heart. They said life would flash before your eyes when you are in the brink of death. He guess that’s true because the second that bullet hit his chest he started thinking of what brought him to this very moment. 
Robert “Buck” Evan Nash, Jr. pretty much grew up in the public eye. Being the white grandson of the first black president, Samuel Carter, was quite a headline maker. It didn’t matter that at the time of his grandfather’s tenure that Buck is the only son of the only child of the president, the press loved mentioning that particular distinction. 
The press never let him forget that he was adopted, making it seem like he is not really a part of the first family because he is different; and if Buck’s parents, Athena and Bobby, were any less loving Buck would have grown up to resent his circumstances. Fortunately for Buck, his parents loved him so much that it only bothered him as much as the birthmark over his left eyebrow bothered him, which is to say almost never. All because both his parents and grandparents were an over protective bunch. They shielded him from the worst that the media reported. 
Evan was adopted as a baby. He’d known that fact since he could remember, even before he knew what the word ‘adopt’ really meant. His adoption was deemed controversial, and was met with a lot of scrutiny, seeing that it happened when his grandfather was seeking re-election. Some thought it was just a publicity stunt to gain support for President Carter, but Bobby and Athena was quick to deny such allegations to anyone who dare brought it up. 
His parents Robert “Bobby” Evan Nash, Sr., a firefighter, and Athena Nash, a prosecutor, raised him in a small townhouse in west Virginia in attempt to give him a normal life. Well as normal as possible with 24/7 security and routine trips to the White House to visit his grandparents, or as Buck called them Popo and Gigi. 
As a kid Buck acted like a little Bobby Nash, dressing up like a firefighter and playing with his trucks, but no one can deny he’s a Mama’s boy. In every public appearance he has as a little child it’s always him clinging closely and tightly to his Mom, Athena Nash. These public appearances were inevitable but they endured it for years while Samuel Carter ran the arguably most powerful country in the modern world. 
After his grandfather left the White House when Buck was six, the Nash family of three live a relatively quiet and normal life. Buck’s mom Athena is still a prominent and well-known prosecutor but his dad Bobby is a simple man and made a living as a firefighter. They moved to the west coast in LA where Bobby have a job as a fire captain in LAFD and Athena as Assistant District Attorney of the LA county.  The public appearances significantly lessened but not the scrutiny, well at least not in local circles. But Buck need not worry of it all because his parents are zealous in protecting him against the vultures.
Needless to say Buck grew up relatively happy despite the public scrutiny and the circumstances of his adoption. The only instance he remembered being slightly unhappy was when he was ten and his mom was pregnant with his little sister, May. His Dad and Mom were so happy about the new baby, and at first Buck was happy too. That is until one of the mean kids in his elementary school told him that he should get lost already because his ‘fake’ parents are getting rid of him anyways because they are getting their real kid soon and they won’t need him anymore. 
Buck went home upset that day but tried not to let it show. Not that he was successful, looking back Buck was pretty sure his parents knew but let him be knowing or rather hoping he’ll come to them himself when he’s ready to share. Just like how he use to as a little child. But this time it was different, because it was the first time some one implied his loving parents, the only ones he’s ever known were not his real ones, that he is not their ‘real’ kid.
So he kept it to himself. He cried himself to sleep only to wake up in the middle of the night. It was when he decided that he had to leave. So Buck wrote a letter to his parents and had his favorite backpack filled with his favorite comics and pop tarts and a bottle of water. He left the goodbye letter to his parents on their fridge. Then he sneak out in the early morning while his parents were asleep.
Dear Mama and Dad Mr. and Mrs. Nash Bobby and Athena, 
I want to say thank you for taking care of me   and feeding me   and giving me a  home to stay at. I know I’m not your  real kid and I [apriciate] that you [taked] me in like I’m your real kid. I’m really glad you are [finaly] getting your real baby. She is so lucky to have you both. I’ll  always love you both. I’ll miss you.  But don’t worry about me, I’ll be okay. 
Love,
Robert Evan Nash 
Buck doesn’t remember much about what happened after sneaking out or how he got to his Uncle Micheal’s house but he remembered sitting in his uncle’s living room when his parents finally found him. 
“Robert Evan Nash, Junior!” Buck heard his mom’s stern voice before she even saw her. When he did see her the fist thing she did was hug him so tight. Then pulled away trying to inspect him, for what, Buck couldn’t really tell.
“You had us worried kiddo.” Bucked looked up when he heard his father’s voice noticing the slight frown in the man’s face.
“Don’t you ever run away again, young man, or it’ll be your last!”
“I’m-- Look Ma-- I mean look Athena, Bobby--” Buck started as he pulls away from his mother’s embrace.
“Wait, Bobby, tell me we did not just hear our son call us by our first names?!”
“Don’t call me your son, I’m not your son!” Buck protested in anger which quickly melted once he noticed the devastated look on his parents faces. He could feel the tears forming in his eyes.“You are gonna have your real kid really soon. You guys should focus on her. You don’t need me anymore.”
“And what you think just because we are having ‘our real kid’ we are just gonna forget about that kid we spent a decade loving?! It doesn’t work that way, Evie.”
“I--” 
“Son, just because we are having another child doesn’t mean we’ll forget about you. It doesn’t mean we love you any less.” 
“It breaks our hearts to think you feel that way. Your father and I love you so much, Evan.”
“You don’t need to leave us because you are afraid we’ll be leaving you behind, because your mother and I, we’ll always be here with you, no matter what.”
“Now you stop this nonsense about you not being our real son okay. Just because I didn’t give birth to you doesn’t make you any less our real child than this one does.” His mother said holding on to her pregnancy bump as she does.
“Your mom is right. You are not any less our son, just like May isn’t any less my daughter because I didn’t father her.”
Evan didn’t understand back then what they meant about that last part. Eventually though they explained to him how his Dad, Bobby, is sterile and so they had to ask Uncle Micheal to be their sperm donor and his Uncle Micheal was May’s biological father. And that doesn’t make his Dad, Bobby any less than May’s real Dad, because he is. 
When six years later his parents decided to have another child, this time it was Buck who dealt with his little sister’s feeling of jealousy. He told her what his parents told him six years ago, “May, just because Mama and Dad are having Harry doesn’t mean they love us any less okay?” 
“If you say so Buckaroo...”
“I say so, May-bear.” Buck beamed at his little sister, and hugged her tight to reassure her. “Now Popo, Gigi and the troops are gonna be here real soon and you know how Gigi gets, so why don’t you help me clean up and prepare the guest rooms huh?”
Buck was 17 when Harry was born, and unlike May’s birth which his parents surprisingly kept under the radar, Harry’s birth was anything but quiet. It seemed like the whole of America was tuned in to the birth of former President Carter’s grandson. Their family was once again on the forefront of national news. His mom cleverly turned that attention away from their private lives and to her campaigns for issues she deemed necessary to talk about like women’s reproductive rights.
It didn’t take long for Democratic Congressional Campaign Committee to take notice and approach Athena to run for congress. Slowly but surely, Evan’s mom’s popularity grew. Her transition from prosecutor to politician seemed to happen quickly. It took less than ten years before Athena’s running a national campaign. 
As his mother fame grew, Buck tried to find his own way in the world. Growing up with Bobby and Athena as his model for success, he knew he’d like to be like them and help people, but in his own way. So Buck traveled around in search of himself. He spent most of his early twenties journeying through South America, doing odd jobs here and there to support himself. For the most part he enjoyed it more than he think he’d enjoy a traditional college experience. He knew though that eventually he have to go back home. 
On Buck’s twenty sixth birthday, the first birthday he spent back home with family in the last four years, he announced his plans for the future. They gathered in his grandparent’s place in west Virginia since Popo and Gigi are the ones taking care of Harry and May while Bobby and Athena are going round the country in preparation for his mother’s campaign. The elections won’t happen for another three years in 2020 but his parents are going around to amass support.   
“So Ma, and Dad, Popo, and Gigi, May, Harry,” Evan looked at each one of them before announcing “I um, I’ve decided to finally stay stateside permanently this time.”
“That’s great Buck!” Harry beamed. “Finally, we get to see you more.”
“You see me every Thanksgiving, Christmas, and you guys birthdays, that’s like eight times a year.”
“Exactly 8 out of 365. That’s just about 2% of the year.” May argued, pouting at her older brother. “And we never see you on your birthday, Buck.” 
“Well I’m here and it’s my birthday so I think--”
“Oh you know what I meant.”
“Yeah I do.” Evan grinned at her. “I just like pointing out your mistakes in logic-”
“Your face is a mistake in logic-”
“Robert Evan! May Ann!”
“But Mama~ Buck started it.” May whined but at her mother’s threatening glare she stopped and glared at her older brother instead, said older brother of course just grinned in triumph at being able to annoy his little sister.
Athena just rolled her eyes at her kids’ antics. Bobby was quick to pick the conversation back up though.
“What are your plans then, son?” Bobby asked. “You want to join me and your Ma? You can help with the campaign, appeal to the young voters.”
“I’d be glad to help with the campaign in anyway I can but I was actually thinking of doing something else.”
“Well what is it that you want to do?” Beatrice prompted and asked when he noticed Evan hesitated on telling them.
“You know you can tell us,” Samuel prodded. “Short of anything criminal, we’ll support whatever it is.” 
“Um I want to be a firefighter like Dad, so I’m thinking of completing a fire science degree, I have almost all the general education credits already so I’m thinking that and the fire academy after.”
“Well that’s a good plan.” Bobby approved, smiling at his son, “You moving back to LA then? Cause I just need to tell Carla so the house would be ready for you to move back in.”
“Well actually, um I’m planning to move to Austin.”
“Like Texas?” Buck’s grandpa asked.
“Not like Texas, Popo. In Texas.” Evan said cheekily.
“You don’t even know anyone in Texas, sweetie.” Gigi piped up showing her concern and disbelief. “Where will you even live?”
“Yes I do, Gigi. Remember Carlos, Dad?” Buck asked but didn’t wait for an answer before continuing,  “His family moved in Austin like years ago.” 
“Who’s Carlos?” his little brother asked.
“Um you don’t know him, Harry. I don’t think even May does. He was my best friend in elementary. Dad and Carlos’ mom used to work together at 118.”
“Carlos? Juanita Reyes’ kid?” His Dad asked finally catching on and remembering the little boy who always tags along with his son after school. “That Carlos?”
“Yes, Dad. We reconnected when we met each other again in Chile. He was visiting family.”
“Oh is he the little boy you used to have a crush on when you were a ten?”
“GIGI!” Evan loudly protested. “I did not-- I never--”
“Oh, don’t deny it now, Robert Evan Reyes.” His mom jokingly chided. “You use to practice signing your name that way.”
“I did not!” Buck protested cheeks blushing. At his mom’s raised Eyebrow of Disbelief ™ he pouted and asked, “How did you even-” 
“I know because your dad was so upset. I mean not his regular pissed off I’m gonna punch something upset but baking three different pastries at three o’clock in the morning upset. So I thought it was really something serious. But turns out he found your notebook filled with the name Robert Evan Reyes.” Athena told her story barely suppressing a laugh while she does so. “It was a few months after your disappearing act, and your dad thought you still aren’t convinced enough that we love you and that you wanted nothing to do with us, and that’s why you wanted to change your last name. I had to calm him down explain to him about puppy love and crushes and dream weddings.”
“In my defense,” his dad went on to add, “I never thought about changing my name to my crush’s name when I was a kid so it never occurred to me that it was about Buck’s crush on the boy.”
“Wait Buck, is Carlos your boyfriend now?” Harry asked. “Is that why you’re moving with him instead of with us at Popo’s?” 
“No, Carlos is not my boyfriend. He’s a police officer at Austin PD.”
“What does being a cop have to do with a guy being your boyfriend?” May asked challengingly. “Are you saying you wouldn’t date him because he’s a cop? Isn’t that taking the firefighter vs cop rivalry too far?”
“I didn’t mean anything like that. I’m just saying that he isn’t my boyfriend. And that he is a cop. Two different things that are allowed to be unrelated.”
“Sure, they are allowed but you know what isn’t?” Gigi asked, not waiting for a reply before answering her own question. “Lying at this dinner table. I know we never really talked about this but you know me and Popo or your parents don’t care that he’s a guy. We all support gay marriage.”
“Mom!” Athena glared at her mother knowing where she’s trying to take the conversation. “That’s inappropriate.”
“It’s true!” 
“That doesn’t make it r--” But whatever Athena was about to say was interrupted by her dad trying to change the conversation. 
“Beatrice, don’t you think Buck is too young to think about marriage?”
“No I think not, Samuel.” Beatrice said not allowing her husband to change their topic, leaving Athena to roll her eyes at her and huff while her mom continued to argue her point, “Bobby and Athena were at Buck’s age now when they had him, and they were married for three years before that. Plus you and me are not getting any younger. I’d like to have seen at least one of my great-grandchildren before I go.” 
“Okay can everyone please calm down.” Buck shook his head at the adults in the table. “Carlos isn’t my boyfriend anyway so this whole conversation is pointless.”
“So if you are not moving to Texas because of this Carlos guy, why chose Texas at all? If your goal is to be a firefighter, isn’t LA a much better choice?”
“Oh I don’t think Buck would willingly move back to LA, Gigi.” May casually commented.
“And why is that?” 
“Well duh, Abby lives there.” Harry answered cheekily, which earned him a glare from his older brother. 
“Abby?” Athena voiced the question all the adults in the table seemed to be thinking. Buck looked at his younger siblings, gesturing for them to shut their mouths, hand slashing on the side of his throat.
“Wait Buck, didn’t you ever tell mama and dad about dating Abby Clark?” May asked totally ignoring the non-verbal hints her brother was conveying.
“Clark? Like your high school swim coach, Clark?” Bobby asked remembering his son’s swim coach has the same last name. “I didn’t know Miss Clark has a daughter.”
“It’s not her daug-”
“Her niece perhaps then?”
“Not her niece-”
“No, don’t tell me...” Athena trailed off finally realizing what her oldest trying to tell them, “Robert Evan Nash, Junior!”
“Mama!” Evan parried back with equal fervor. “This is why I never told you guys, I knew you’d be upset!”
“Of course I am upset! That lady is two decades older than you!”
“17 years is not two decades, Ma.” Buck tried to reason.
“You are not really helping your case, son.” Bobby shook his head.
“She was older and in a position of power, Evan. Clearly she used that to take advantage of you.”
“Nothing happened when she was my coach, Ma. It happened after I graduated. I was eighteen, we were together for like six months. I loved her. Or I thought I loved her but she realized she didn’t have time for a relationship. Not with an immature boy and not with her having to take care of her mom. I understood that. Or I told myself I did. We broke up and that’s-”
“When you started running away from your family.” Athena finished his sentence, as her frown deepens. 
“I’m not running away from you guys! I’m trying to find myself!”
“In freaking South America!”  
“It’s not because of her, Ma!” Buck argued.
“Oh really?!” Athena raised her Eyebrow of Disbelief™ and Buck has no choice but to capitulate. 
“Okay, maybe a little,” Buck said but continued to argue his point, “though you can’t deny that it’s a journey I need at that time, regardless of what led to it. Besides I’m back now, this whole conversation about Abby is a moot point, just like the conversation about Carlos.”
“Okay, I say we table this conversation and talk about something else.” Bobby said.
“Oh can we talk about the time Buck um...” Harry trailed off at his older brothers glare before returning it with a mischievous grin, “You know that time he snuck a girl to 118 and stole the ladder truck.”
“Robert Evan Nash Junior!”
“Really you’d think it’s gang-up-on-me-day not my birthday.” Evan grumbled and pouted at them. “I really hate you guys. It’s no wonder I tried to runaway when I was ten.”
“Oh you love us.”
“Yeah, Mama, I do.”
Buck did as he intended, and moved to Austin. He rented the extra room at Carlos’ parent’s house. It used to be a detached garage that they had converted into a studio apartment. He finished his fire science degree in eighteen months and immediately started at his firefighter training. All too soon he was graduating at the fire academy, top of his class. 
Evan was just done with his first year of probation at Station 126 when his mother ran and won the democratic primaries. It was a hectic few months between the primaries and the November elections. Buck spent the time he was’t working traveling all over Texas and nearby states campaigning for his Mom. It was tiring but it was all worth it especially when it was announced that his mom won 29 of the 38 electoral votes in the state turning Texas, a republican stronghold since the 80′s,  back to a blue state. 
He was happy for her because he knows his  mom worked hard for it. In turn his  family was happy for him for now being a full-pledged firefighter. Every thing was going well for all of them. Especially when his mom unsurprisingly won the elections. 
However there is the small issue of having secret service protection conflicting with  Buck being able to do his job. He wasn’t too worried though because he figured as an adult son of the president, he could always decline secret service protection. His mom would understand and not force it on him.
Buck didn’t count on how overprotective his dad can be though. 
He was glad to finally be home in his apartment in Austin. Three hours of flight from DC to Austin, not to mention the two months spent in campaign tours, exhausted him. He was glad for his mother’s triumph but at the same time he was also glad that the campaign is over and he could go back to his real life. Or so he thought. 
After grabbing dinner with Carlos and TK, who picked him up from the airport, Buck was letting himself into his apartment. There was a commotion behind the door which makes Buck suspicious enough that he was about to call Carlos back for backup, only for his front door to open and reveal a unbearably handsome man wearing a cheap black suit, unbearable because no man should be allowed to look that good in a cheap suit especially when that man is clearly invading Buck’s privacy and likely stealing things or something.
“Who the fuck--”
“Evan, language!” his father scolded, appearing behind the good-looking cheap suit guy who stepped aside to let him in the apartment.
“Dad what are you doing here?” Buck asked confused since he knew five hours ago the man was just saying goodbye to him at a private airfield in DC. It took him a moment to realize that the man that he thought was too good looking to be a thief or hoodlum was actually a secret service agent assigned to his Dad. 
“I thought Agent Kinard and Perez would be your assigned agents?”
“They are, Tommy is doing a perimeter sweep, Armie went on a food run.”
“So what’s with the new guy then?”
“Buck meet Agent Eddie Diaz.” At the introduction the handsome agent held his hand out for Buck to shake which he automatically reached for, and if Buck felt a tingle ran through him the moment they touch, he didn’t bother acknowledging it since he is too busy frowning at the situation he is finding himself in. Buck is quite sure he wouldn’t like whatever his father is gonna say,  “Agent Diaz will be the point man of your security detail. There’s another Agent, Josh Russo, who’s with Tommy doing a perimeter sweep.”
“Dad I told Ma already, no secret service. I can’t do my job with some men in black following me around!”
“Which is why I had carefully chosen agents who would be able to back you up in the field. Agent Diaz served as a Medic in the Army. Agent Bosko who’ll be arriving tomorrow, served in the Navy as Damage Control. And Agent Russo, was former SWAT and has experience in rescue operations. Those jobs would transition well into a firefighting.”
“Dad, I can’t just show up to work go to the Captain and say, hey Cap mind if I bring three tag-a-longs? Don’t worry they are house-trained and all! It doesn’t work that way, Dad!”
“I’ve already talked to the Fire Chief Mulaney and your station’s captain, Owen Strand. They agreed to have one of the agents with you on the field, they would go undercover as part-time hires, and would be assigned to partner up with you. They’ll do 48-hour rotation with you. I had Agent Diaz prepare a schedule to give to your Chief and another to your fire captain.”
“But Dad!” 
“No buts, Buck!” Bobby said just as loudly, showing the extent of his worry for his oldest. “We’re just taking your threat profile seriously, son. You are the only one in our family not living in the White House, which means you are the most vulnerable to malicious attacks against your mother. With your job they can even make it look like an accident. I can’t just leave you unprotected. Your mom and I wouldn’t be able to sleep at night, so please don’t fight me on this, son.”
Buck hated that he can’t say no to his Dad. Robert Nash, Sr has always been the overprotective sort. But he’s never one to beg, not until now. Because reality is that Buck is old enough to decline the secret service protection, whether his parents liked it or not. So his dad played dirty and begged, and Buck couldn’t ever say no to that, not when it comes from the man that raised him and loved him unconditionally. 
First few calls he went with Agent Diaz were medical calls and while it’s slightly irritating specially when the Agent would somehow it was bearable. Besides TK, whose the Captain’s son and Carlos, Buck’s best friend, no one knew that the three new hire at 126 where undercover Secret service agents assigned to protect Buck. Well no one officially knew but Buck guessed that no one was fooled about who the new hires really were. It’s just no one talked about it.
He’s getting used to having one of the agents always around. Bosko is always sarcastic, Russo is chatty and flirty, and that Diaz is quiet and gloomy. They are not too bad. But it didn’t mean that Buck liked them. In fact one could definitely argue that he hated them, or rather specifically Diaz. With a strength of a raging fire, one could say.  The man is just annoyingly controlling, in that it gets to Buck’s nerves.
It came to head when they got a call about a house fire in the ghetto area in Austin, and what turned out to be part of a gang war. They put out the fire pretty quickly but one of the injured gang member has an unexploded grenade embedded to his thigh. They secured the injured young man, who is probably no older than sixteen, in the back of an ambulance but soon discovered that the grenade is some special Vietnam war era grenade and is already missing a pin, hence the slightest movement can and will trigger an explosion. There’s no time to wait for the military expert which is at least 30 minutes out.  
“We couldn’t wait for the Bomb squad or the boy would bleed out.” Diaz informed the captain and suggested, “I could go in and securely pull it out, I have the training.”
“I’ll go with Eddie,” Buck volunteered.
“Oka-” the captain was about to agree but was cut off.
“No.” The agent simply said tone commanding no further objection, which Buck of course completely ignored.
“What do you mean no?” Buck challenged.
“I’m gonna have to pull rank Captain Owens.” Diaz said letting the captain know that he isn’t gonna budge on his decision and how he expected things to go. “I would go inside and get that grenade but I wont have Buck with me when I do. It’s too dangerous. Russo is on his way to help with crowd control.” He said the last four words deliberately which Buck understood as code for Russo is there to help with babysitting Buck. 
And sure enough Agent Josh Russo arrived in his turnout gear ready to partner up with Buck even when he is not originally part of the crew that answered the call.
“Okay, I’m not gonna waste anymore minute debating this.” Captain Strand shook his head before turning to the rest of his crew, “Anyone else not named Evan Nash willing to go through the hare-brained stunt that Diaz here likes to attempt?” 
“Me Cap,” Judd raised his hand to call the captain’s attention to him, “I’ll go with Diaz.”  
“Okay Ryder you, run with Diaz!” Strand nodded to his second in command, before turning to the President’s son, “Buck you stay here with Russo, help deal with the crowd!”
Buck silently fumed as they wrapped up at the scene and debriefed the police. 
“You!” Buck exclaimed the moment they were all in the fire truck on their way back. It was only him, Cap, Russo and Diaz riding with TK driving the truck, so Buck didn’t bother hiding his anger as he turned to the annoying agent, “What the hell is that?!”
“What?”
“The fucking stunt you pulled with Cap?!”
“Oh you meant me doing my job?” Eddie said dismissing Buck’s anger like it’s irrelevant inconvenience, “You forget that I’m not actually a firefighter, Mr. Nash. I’m a federal agent assigned to keep you alive.”
And Buck has no retort for that but if that’s how the agent want to play it, then Buck would play. So whenever the opportunity to be reckless presents itself Buck would grab it. From free climbing on the side of a cliff with minimal gears, to being the first to every door without waiting for backup. Buck is doing everything to make it hard for Diaz to do his job.
It’s clearly frustrating the Agent every time Buck is being reckless but he’s being mum about it. He endures and backs up what ever hare-brained stunt Buck wanted to pull. That is until Buck took it too far and actually defied a direct order from Captain Owens.
They just responded to a call regarding an old McMansion on fire. When they got there the owners of the house told them that their blind older brother was stuck inside but they couldn’t go in because they didn’t know if their brother deactivated the traps which they said are deadly. 
Buck, of course rushed in as soon as they got the brief not even bothering to wait for Captain’s order and also ignoring the summons to fall back insisting that he got it. 
“What the hell is that?!” Eddie shouted as soon as  Buck got out of the booby trapped house that’s now entirely on fire. Fire carrying the victim he saved and handing him off to the paramedics.
“That’s me doing my job, Diaz!” 
“You want to be reckless?! Do you actually have a death wish?! IS that it?! You want to fucking die?”
“And what is it to you huh?!”
“Dying is easy Buck, living is harder.”
“And why are you telling me this?”
“What you think dying makes you a martyr? A hero?! It doesn’t! It makes you dead! It would make your parents miserable! Your siblings would miss you! And me? I’ll be the schmuck that got you killed so think about that for once.”
Buck was cowed by the uncharacteristic anger displayed by the normally unflappable agent. He realized he was being a brat, that Agent Diaz was only doing his job and while he’s being a reckless brat that could get himself and his crew killed if he continued with the stunts he kept pulling just to annoy the agent. He resolve to make it up with the agent later. But right now Buck allowed himself to wallow in guilt.
Buck felt even more guilty when later at the end of their shift it was the agent who approached him first to apologize.
“Sorry I yelled at you earlier,” Eddie said as he hands out a blueberry muffin and a chocolate-banana muffin, “Here the owner of that burned downed McMansion sent these. I don’t know what flavor you liked.”
“Thanks I actually liked both.” Buck said as he accepted the treats. “Look I’m sorry for being a brat and annoying you with my recklessness.”
“No, I get it okay. You are retaliating because of the stunt I pulled with Captain Strand and the kid with the grenade. I get that. Which is why I let yo do what ever you want, but really you need top stop trying to get yourself killed. If you wanted to annoy me there are other safer ways to do it.”
Buck tamp down on the urge to be sarcastic and ask what those ways are. Instead he offered a reluctant smile and asked, “Okay what about a compromise, I’ll stop being a reckless brat, if you stop being a controlling jackass?”
“What about you stop being a reckless brat and I continue doing my job?” Eddie smirked. And fuck it if Buck didn’t like the way the man looked when he did that. So irritatingly sexy.
Buck’s fucking screwed and not in a fun way.
“Where’s Eddie?” Buck asked as soon as he opened his door and not seeing Agent Diaz as he expected.
“Hello Agent Bosko, how are you doing today? How’s you cat?” Agent Bosko said sarcastically imitating Buck before answering her own question, in a fake overly pleasant voice.“Oh why sir, thanks for asking. I’m fine, Binky is fine.”
“Sorry Agent I didn’t mean to be abrupt but really where is Diaz?”
“He called in today, obviously since I’m here but not that you seem to care.”
“I’m just-- Agent Diaz isn’t one to miss a shift so I was wondering what happened.”
“He has a family emergency, his son is in the hospital, pneumonia.” Agent Bosko explained.
“Is the kid okay?” Buck asked not even bothering to hide his worries.
“Chris is stable but they are keeping him for observation.” Buck wanted to ask more, which Agent Bosko clearly noticed so she graciously offered, “Hey since it’s your day off today, if you wanted we could visit them.”
Buck of course readily agreed, so he quickly changed into and piled into the black SUV. As customary, Buck took the backseat passenger side, another protocol that the agents are unwilling to compromise on.
“So, how’s your cat, Binky is it you said?” Buck tried breaking the awkward silence in the car. 
“I don’t have a cat.” Agent Bosko replied smirking at the rearview mirror. “Which is what I’m saying. I mean I know we are  not friends or anything but you don’t have to push us away either. I mean, unless something huge happened, at the very least you’d be stuck with us for at least four years, but most likely with how popular your mom’s approval rating, it will be likely eight years. The least you could do is know a little something about us, like for example I don’t have a cat.”
“Okay. You are right, so tell me about you.” Buck said, relenting. And so Lena and him filled the forty-five minute ride to hospital with idle chatter about How Lena got into thee service, Buck’s time in South America, and all the secret service gossip Lena heard about from other agents.  
Arriving at the St. Francis Children’s Hospital. Agent Bosko lead him straight to the elevators, obviously knowing where to go. Buck guessed she’d been here before. When “Okay Diaz is on room 310, just go on in I’ll wait here.” 
“Agent Diaz,” Buck announced his presence as soon as he entered the room.
“Sir!” Diaz stood up surprised at sudden intrusion.
“At ease, or whatever Navy slang you guys use,” Buck smirked.
“I was in the Army, not Navy.” Buck heard Eddie grumble under his breath but outwardly ignoring it, though inside he is quietly cheering at having annoyed the older man. 
“And who do we have here?” Buck smiled at the curly head little boy, sitting in the hospital bed with a nasal cannula helping him breathe.
“Um this is my son, Christopher.”
“You’re Mr. Evan Nash! Best Firefighter out of Firehouse 126! Your mama is  President Athena Nash. And your Grandpa is President Samuel Carter.” Christopher recited the facts, amazed but suddenly his face turned serious as he looked to his dad accusingly, “Wait Dad, you said I’m not dying!”
“What?” Eddie asked suddenly alarmed and panicking, “Why son are you feeling weak, or nauseous? Can you breathe? You know what let me get a doc-” Eddie turned to leave but a hand clutched tightly on the sleeve of his shirt. And it broke Buck’s heart to see the tears in the kid’s eyes, he was about to offer to be the one to get the doctor when the boy spoke again, stopping him in his tracks.
“I thought you said I’m not dying so we can’t really submit those Make a- ‘ish forms I fi-filled out but Mr. Evan Nash is he-ere and so I got my wish granted, which means I’m dying.” It took a moment for the kid’s words to sink in but as soon as Buck understood what’s happening he moved to comfort the boy.
“Hey, Hey Buddie don’t cry okay? You are not dying.” Buck said as he sat down on the edge of the kid’s bed and reach out to wipe the young boy’s tears away. “I’m just here to make sure your Dad isn’t playing hooky.”
“Hooky?”
“You know trying to get out of work to do something fun.”
“Is he in trouble now?” The little boy asked giggling at the idea of his father in trouble.
“Well yes! He is, but mostly because he didn’t tell me he’s spending the day with the most awesome kid in all of Austin!”
“Yeah silly daddy, he should have told you, I am the awesomest, Mr. Nash!”
“Tell you what, call me Buck, all my friends call me Buck.”
“Okay, Buck.” The boy beamed at him and Buck can’t help but beam back.
Meeting Eddie’s son endeared the agent more to him. Christopher is unlike any kid he ever met before, and Buck met a lot, having volunteered at Children’s Hospital around the country. It has nothing to do with the kid’s cheery attitude because that quirk isn’t at all unique to Chris. It’s more to do with the almost instant connection he has with Chris. Evan can’t explain it but the moment he met the little boy he felt a tug on a string he didn’t even know was tethered to his heart. 
From then on whenever possible, Buck likes to tag along the Diaz Boys. Whenever Buck’s day off coincides with the days that Agent Diaz has to protect him, Buck always insisted that they spent it with Christopher, playing video games. And whenever Buck’s day off coincides with the Agent Diaz’s day off Buck insists on going to the local park or a zoo, dragging both Agents Bosko and Russo with them as additional protection. Which Buck didn’t think is really necessary but Eddie insisted. 
In the two months that Eddie Diaz was protecting Buck, Agent Diaz slowly went from the unbearably handsome cheap suit guy, to most annoying and controlling work partner, to someone who Buck wouldn’t hesitate to think of as family. 
This realization came to him at a charity gala that him mom invited them to. It was an early evening event and was for once kid-friendly so Buck invited the Diaz boys to attend it with him.  Eddie was of course reluctant since he knew that he'll be working as protective detail and wouldn't have time to take care of his son. Buck insisted that he could take care of Christopher plus his little brother and Denny, the Vice President's son, both of whom were around Christopher's age, would be there and it's a good learning experience for Chris. Plus Chris would get to meet the President, and that he already promised Chris he'll tour him around the White house, so really Eddie has no choice.  
Buck was looking to where his siblings, Denny and Chris were seated. Then to his Dad having a lively discussion with his Mom, and his grandparents dragging Eddie from his post to ask him Buck don't even have a clue. Seeing both hisDiaz boys fitting so well with his family makes his heart ache. He can't deny it to himself anymore, he sees both Eddie and Chris as family. Buck would really do anything for family, and would protect them at all cost.  
So when Buck saw Agent Diaz leaping into action to protect his mother, it’s not even a conscious decision for him to leap in front of them both and push them down. It’s such automatic reflex that he didn’t even realized he moved at all until he felt something hit the wide lapel of his suit. The force of the hit knocking him off his feet. 
Bright flashes lights brought Buck to the consciousness. He could feel a dull aching on his chest. Slowly but surely he regained enough awareness to recognize Agent Diaz hovering over him and talking on his earpiece.
“Picasso is down. I repeat Picasso is down I need an immediate med evac--” 
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Tag game!
I was tagged by @ohbabycupcakes thank u💖
RULES: Name 10 favorite characters from 10 different things then tag 10 people + leave comments on all of them
This is gonna be hard, where do I even start?
1) Keith (Voltron: Legendary Defender)
Okay I'm- trying not to laugh too hard because oh boy, this show was a complete mess. BUT Keith still stays as one of my favorite characters ever just because no matter how badly I was hurt by vld he'll always be precious to me 💖 He's hotheaded, cool and a lone wolf, but needs affection more than anyone else on the team. He's easy for me to relate to as I am more likely to push someone away than to keep them close just to avoid being hurt as well. His development is amazing tho and I love love him so much 😭 also it might be just that I have a soft spot for emo characters lmao
2) Todoroki Shoto (Boku no Hero Academia)
This just reinforces my statement earlier since Todoroki is pretty emo too :') But in a different way than Keith. If you are a part of bnha fandom you know he's generally a little bit overrated, but I couldn't help falling in love with him at first sight anyway lol His backstory is tragic but he keeps pursuing his dream and damn is he good at it. Also the combo of fire and ice is aesthetic goals. However, what I admire the most about Shoto is probably his loyalty to his friends, his will to fight and sometimes his goofy attitude (even if he probably isn't aware that he's being goofy lol) In conclusion: I love him, let's move on.
3) Uenoyama Ritsuka (Given)
Can I just stop to say how much I love given for a moment? Like I've never seen a bl anime/manga that would portray gay characters so respectfully 😭❤️ Ue is basically me gay panicking, I feel the boy so much :') OH also what's up with gays & guitars bc first given, then why r u and now also 2gether :') (I might be falling in love with this trope help) okay so: Ue is panicking when he starts liking Mafuyu but he handles it so well in a way? He doesn't deny his crush even if he is slow to notice it lol He's straightforward and sometimes a little bit rough around the edges, but even if he's supposed to be "the cool guy" we see him in the most hilarious settings and that just makes me love him all the more 💖 he respects Mafuyu and his boundaries and I want more of that in bl anime please
4) Eiji & Ash (Banana Fish)
Uhhhh this anime,,, I CANNOT choose between Ash and Eiji, I'm gonna forever see them as a pair and that's simply it. Ash is another emo one I would like to say that but he's actually not. He's backstory is heartbreaking and the life he has to live is dangerous and scary. He gets used to this reality where he has no one to rely on and no one to trust but then Eiji appears tearing his walls down and making him finally be able to show his soft and sensitive side to someone. Eiji is like a salve for his wounds and yes, I'm still emotional about it bc their relationship is one of the best developped I've ever seen. Their bond is so strong it's beautiful, they would literally die for each other. It's so apparent that they love each other and care for each other so much (don't mind me crying in the corner)
5) Percy Jackson (Percy Jackson & the Olympians)
PJ technically got me into fantasy/sci-fi in elementary school and it stays at the top of my favorite book series list ever (big props to Uncle Rick 👏) The whole series is funny and I would say pretty light-hearted even tho you know,,, Percy saves the world several times, lol, usual demigod things™. He's lovable. Son of Poseidon so he has seaweeds instead of a brain (or so you thought, he is brilliant at strategic planning and has a charisma to be a great leader), has a very good sense of humor, is loyal and would risk everything for his friends. Also he loves his girlfriend very much and I was crying while reading the House of Hades but no one needed to know that oh well. I'm also gonna mention Nico de Angelo here, since he fell in love with Percy (didn't we all tho) and was the first gay character I saw portrayed in the book and oh do I love him 😭💖
6) 707 (Mystic Messenger)
Was I losing sleep over this game? I was. Do I regret anything? Absolutely not. I think my choices are pretty boring tho, since Seven is literally everyone's favorite but oh boy there's a reason for that. Apart from being a talented hacker who knows too much (and I think is cautious of us the most at the start) he has a lovely happy-go-lucky personality composed of all the lame jokes, questions "have you eaten already" and anxiety (another emo one). He's that type of a character who will always try to make you laugh but you never know what's going on inside his head. He's mysterious and we don't get to know him well till his route so pretty much till the end of the game lol. Also he loves his brother, phd pepper, honey buddha chips and Elizabeth 3rd the most in this entire world and I love him for that
7) Evan Hansen (Dear Evan Hansen)
ANOTHER EMO ONE okay but hear me out Evan has social anxiety and its portrayal is almost too real for me. He makes a big oopsie which at the start seems like a little innocent lie but then snowballs to enormous sizes. He gains everything in this bargain, a best (dead) friend, a caring mother, a father, a girlfriend even - and then everything falls apart since it all is built on one fat lie. He makes a lot of mistakes and then some more but you get it and you feel for him, and you cry with him and you're happy for him. And when all of this is over you're glad that he's still there trying his best, taking it one day at a time. And sidenote: Ben Platt's voice is angelic and I love him as Evan 💖💖💖
8) Isak (SKAM)
Another gay panicking one. I'm starting to realize there's a set of traits that I particularly like in fictional characters lol But ye, when I was watching skam ofc it was the third season which gripped me the most and kept me on the edge, bc yet again Isak taking an "are you gay" test was way too real for me. He makes a lot of mistakes along the way of figuring out his sexuality and sometimes stuff with Evan becomes really messy (for both of them) but he stays with him nevertheless ❤️ Skam is literally so good in its portrayal of the characters :') Anyways: alt er love 💖
9) Viktor & Yuuri (Yuri on Ice)
Em, another one that I absolutely can't break up to just one bc how could I? Yuri on ice got me into skating ❤️ I went to an ice rink for the first time bc of this anime and I almost died but now look at me actually finishing my first three months of ice skating training and watching real life figure skating competitions :') Little did I know then. But they're not only my favourites bc of that, I genuinely love the development of their relationship from fan - idol through skater - couch to lovers and history makers in the end. I love how Yuuri is a ball of insecurities and how Viktor manages to reassure him. I love how Viktor fell in love with drunk Yuuri clinging to him. I love how at first Yuuri wasn't able to get too close to Viktor without getting flustered and it changes so drastically to them basically always holding onto each other. I love how Viktor was stuck with no inspiration but then Yuuri came and turned his world upside down. I love how they support and respect each other. I could probably go on into eternity like that and Yuri on ice isn't even the best anime I've ever seen but it's certainly my favourite one ❤️
10) Tutor (WHY R U)
I can't believe I'm so obsessed with thai dramas rn and I'm only gonna include Tor on this list smh He's mental attitude inspires me. He's able to hold so much and appears totally unfazed even if he's barely holding on inside. He's hardworking and doesn't want others to pity him since he can manage it all just fine. He has a kind heart, he's a wonderful friend (especially to Hwa, he always listens to her, gives her pieces of advise, supports her and tries to cheer her up). He never forgets to say thank you when he genuinely feels grateful. But as we've seen he also is passionate and when he loves he LOVES. Also he's the biggest tease to Fighter and I love him for that :') I am so satisfied just by seeing him happy, please do not change that whyru gods 🙏
As it appears I'm done .-. I have no idea what have just happened and if my rambling even makes sense but not that I care at this point. If you read this far, please drink some water now, that was a lot of reading to go through ❤️
Tagging: @wir-ro, @saecookie and any other 8 people who might want to ksks (im too tired to tag lmao)
Don't be like me and go to bed at reasonable hours despite this whole quarantine thing .-. thank again Doreen for tagging since it was really fun 🥺❤️
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>WHAT IS IT ABOUT BEARDS<
I finished the post and posted it on my blog, and sat there drinking my water, smiling to myself. I found my phone and found Chris’ number and texted him. ~Hi Daddy. Long time no see. I miss talking to you… and so much more. *Winking at you*~ I sent the text and a couple minutes later my phone started ringing and the caller ID said ‘Daddy Evans’ I smirked thinking to myself. It is going to be a long night and a loving sensitive beard burn in the morning. Taking the phone and spoke in a low lustful voice. “Hi daddy. I’ve missed you”. Character Paring:  Chris Evans x Female Reader
Word Count: 2388
Warnings: Few swear words, slight smut, beard kink.
Requested by: @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​ - I would love a story where the reader appreciates the beard. Can be soft or smutty. Both, it’s up to you. And for one of the actors on your board. – I hope it lives up to what you were looking for. Love you always. <3
A/N: I wanted to try something different and write it sort of like an article or blog, mix with personal (Female Reader’s POV) experiences. So let’s see how it goes. Before starting this story I did a little research to see what the real picture is when it comes to the view on beards. For the article Read here, actually an interesting read. J Constructive feedback is always welcomed. To @ajs-playroom-you-may-enter​, thank you for your quick read through. Love you always. <3
NOTE: This story will be written as a Blog post with flashbacks, there will be switched between them. It will be clearly shown: Blog will be written in block quote, and Flashback with the title “Flashback”. ~Text message~. Mentions of: Tom Hardy, Henry Cavill, Jason Momoa, Jamie Dornan.
Summary:  your two friends are named Tris and Jess. Tris is a single, 33 years old that works as a gallery. Jess is a married, 35 years old woman that works part time as a hairdresser.  Then there’s you. Single, your own age, a freelance blogger and your own personal real life job, if you have one. You, the female reader start thinking about what a beard means to society in general and to women. You think about your own experience and you start looking at some of your favorite men.
What is it about Beards???
Hi Lovelies, sorry for my absence. Life happened – you all know how it is. Anywho… I hope you all have been enjoy life and are in good health.
I want to share something with you all and hope you will leave your comments below, because I’m really curious about what you think. Now that all the formalities are done let’s start.
I was sitting with a couple of my girlfriends, (for the sake of their privacy I will give them other names), Tris she’s single like me, and Jess is married. We had started talking about men and beards and what it was about them that made them so damn sexy.  Tris loves a good beard and Jess finds them gross and wouldn’t want her man to ever grow one. Personally I don’t understand why, but that’s her and her husband’s business. This got me thinking.
>>>WHAT IS IT ABOUT BEARDS<<<
When you think about it beards are a weird thing. It’s hair growing out of a man’s face. Then you look at it like that is can be kind of disgusting. Hair around a man’s mouth just the thought of it sound highly unhygienic. If a Woman finds a hair on her face that is out of place, she pulls it immediately, eye-brows aren’t supposed to be too thin or too wide, heaven forbid there’s hair between your brows at the risk of a uni-brow. The slightest hint of too long hair around a woman’s mouth and its gone, women almost franticly study their faces in the mirror every day to find and remove unwanted hair – But men – That’s a whole different story. A study shows that out of 2500 women over 60% of them prefer men with beards. That’s a high number. I have to be honest with you I’m among those 60% because COME ON – Beards are fucking sexy.. Pardon my French.
Sitting here writing an entry for my blog, I start thinking about what experiences I’ve had with men with beards vs. those without. There was a world of difference.
Flashback: It was back in late summer 2007, I was at a festival north of Boston with a couple of friends, Jess being one of them.. We had decided that everything was possible that week, since we were leaving after that week. The second evening we had been drinking heavily. Jess had seen a handful of guys standing to one side and nudged me. “Y/N, LOOK!” I had looked at the men. “Yeah? What about them?” I had asked until one of the men moved and I saw him. “Holy Fuck!! That’s Harvard Hottie!” Jess had nudged me several more times, first stopping when I nudged back harder. “HEY! WATCH IT!” she had exclaimed saving her drink. She had said it just loud enough for the men to look our way. I was looking straight into the eyes of Chris fucking Evans I thought I was going to faint. Quickly making my escape I went to get a drink. Waiting for the drink and when the bartender had pushed the drink to me and said what I had to pay, I watched a $20 bill slip over the counter. “I got this one.. I’ll have a beer as well, thanks” I didn’t need to see who it was. I knew that voice anywhere. “Hi. I’m Chris.” I had looked at him with the straw in my mouth and smiled accidently drooling when I spoke wetting my tank top. “I kno… Shit!!!” jumping back only spilling more of my drink over me. I had quickly put the drink down and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and pulled my tank out and away from my body turning beet red. Chris chuckled lightly but was quick on his hands and had pulled a lot of paper towels and acted on instinct and stuffed them down my top. “I hate when that happens” he had joked and we both laughed. Stepping away from me he had ordered a new drink. I had not been wearing any bra under my top and of very conscious of the fact that my breasts were visible through the fabric. “Here, let me help you” Chris had offered and we walked behind the trailer bar. He had shrugged his flannel of in his half drunken state. “You need something dry to wear” I had looked at him like I had seen a ghost. “You’re letting my wear your flannel!” “Yeah! We can’t have you getting sick.” I had just been standing there. “But… You’re Chris Evans!” He had laughed. “I know and you’re Y/N, or so I was told. Turn around.” I had done as he asked and had felt him move up behind me as he moved his hands to your waist grabbing the hem to pull my top off. His beard was tickling my skin and he made me giggle when he had sniffed my neck. “Mmm. Pineapple smells good on you.!” He had said pulling my top over my head. Dropping it to the ground and taken his flannel and wrapped it around me and buttoned it while resting his chin close to my neck. “I’m wondering if you taste like pineapple as well.” I had been just drunk enough to look at him on my shoulder. “Only one way to find out!” and he had taken the bait. I had turned around and stepped closer to him and cupped his face when he had wrapped his arms around my waist. Our lips found each other and we kissed softly at first, the kiss became deeper and more urgent. His beard scratching my lips and chin, our tongues meeting and we gave in to the pleasure of the moment.
I traced my lips remember the buzzing feeling that kiss had giving me.
Then we look at the different types of beards, there’s a wide range. The mustache with a whole range of look, then the Goatee with a few different looks as will. The five o’clock shadow aka THE SCRUFF now we’re getting somewhere. To run one’s hands, cheek or even lips over the scruff. The sensation of the scruff or a beard over one’s skin is to me one of the best feelings in the world. That was one of the things I talked with Tris and Jess about. Tris agreed completely whereas Jess made a face of disgust. Personally I think she doesn’t know what she’s missing. – But that’s just my personal opinion. What do you think? Let me know in the comments.
Flashback: After Chris and I shared that moment behind the bar trailer. Chris has picked up my tank and we went back together to the others and the moment Jess saw that I was wearing his flannel. She hooked her arm in mine and pulled me a little to the side. “Y/N what’s up with this picture?” I had chuckled and explained to the best of my drunken abilities, what had happened and she had laughed so hard that Chris and one of his friends looked over as us and Chris had given me a questioned looks, if everything was okay and I had given him a smile and a nod making him relax. Jess and I came back to the guys. One of the guys had moved up behind Jess and wrapped his arms around her waist and she had let him. (This was now her husband).
That night Jess had gone with the guy and that was the beginning of their long relationship. I had been standing alone watching one of the performers when Chris had come up to me and rested his head on my shoulder and I had rested my head against his. “Are you okay?” I had asked him and he had lifted his head again and sighed. “I’ve lost my sleeping arrangement!” I had looked at him completely lost. “Huh?” He gave his well-known chuckle. “Yes! I lost it…. To your friend! And since she took my spot it’s only fair that I take her spot.” Winking awkwardly at me and I giggled. “You’re cute. Who am I to deny you a place to sleep? Besides you’ll need your flannel back in the morning!” He flashed a smiled. “Nah you can keep it. But I’ll still need a place to sleep!” We had made our way to the tent, and when we had passed the tent where Chris was supposed to be sleeping it was clear by the sound of it that Jess was having the time of her life. Chris and I laughed as we made our way to my tent.
Inside the tent we got comfortable and talked for a while before Chris took a chance and leaned in kissing me softly at first, and slowly the kiss became deeper and more urgent. I pulled him down with me, Chris laying half on top of me. Chris ran his hands over my body and under my shirt and I gasped feeling his warm hand against my skin. I ran my hand over his body and caught the hem of his shirt and pulled it up and he helped getting it off. And my shirt followed suit soon we were both laying naked and Chris was kissing down me body his beard adding to the sensation. The moment he reached my mount I yelped and he giggled adding a teasing lick. I was about to sit up when he pushed me back down and positioned himself between my legs kissing up me inner thigh again his beard added to the pleasure. He had looked up at me from under his lashes as he had placed a kiss on my vulva before parting my labia in a long slow lick making me moan aloud. “Aaaaarh”. My moaning only coaxing him more. He had wrapped my legs over his shoulders as he had hungrily started to eat me out with licks, nibbles, sucking and biting, until I had begun trying to push him away but ended up with me grabbing a hold of the covers, screaming out my release, shaking uncontrollably as he prolonged my climax, topping it off with another climax.
Just remembering the sensation that I had that night, the beard burn had affected me for days made my squeeze my thighs together. And Chris had kept it burning deliciously, the burning also being added to my lips, neck, breasts, inner thighs. God I missed that.
I read that a man’s facial hair signals masculinity. And I couldn’t agree more…  I also read that there’s somewhat of a hidden message in the length of a man’s beard. Stubs/Scruffs are for flings and a beard means relationship meaning the man is ready for commitment. I never thought of it having so much meaning, simply the length of it. That’s in my opinion pretty damn awesome. But I’m still and bit sceptic about it. Because some men prefer to have it at a max length and some men looks better with a specific length. Or is that just me? Let me know your thoughts.
Another I read is that women become even more turned on by beards what we are ovulating. Our biological urges lusts for the masculine man. Our primal cave woman has urges and hungers for the primal masculine hair cave man to claim us and breed us. Uuuh I get shivers just thinking about it. LOL... Am I the only one?  Oh, and I personally love a man that has a perfect hairy chest..
Another thing is that apparently bearded men are supposedly better fathers as well, because they are better at sticking around to protect and invest time in their offspring. *points to what I wrote about stubs and beards* I’m not sure what I personally think about this, because there’s so many aspect that’s a part of this. Social environment, Family background and so much more not just the length of beards!
I’ve found a few handsome men that are in the public eye.  Tom Hardy a.k.a James Delaney or Venom and Mr. Bad boy with a heart of gold, Chris Evans a.k.a Captain America, Ransom and My forever crush and Boo <3, Jason Momoa a.k.a Aquaman or Conan or Liquid God. lol , Henry Cavill a.k.a Superman or Geralt of Rivia and buns of steel. LMAO. Jamie Dornan a.k.a Christian Grey or The Huntsman or Mr. twitchy palm. ;)
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When we look at these men, they all look handsome, no matter what but they have a preferred look. Tom, Jamie and Chris prefer to have a beard and preferably the length as in the pictures and personally I won’t object. Jason told in an interview that his wife told him that if his ever shaved his beard again (bottom picture), then she would divorce him, he did it for charity but he also said that he felt naked. He truly looks the best with his trimmed caveman beard. Now Mr. Cavill. Looks amazing with a trimmed beard or a scruff. But he himself prefer to be clean shaven, not because he has a problem with his beard he just prefers it easy. Then he makes up for it with a nice hairy chest. But we’ll reserve that for another time. LOL
I personally love a man with a well-trimmed full beard and that beard burn you can get from it… Whoa YES PLEASE!!! I’d like to know what you think of a beard so please feel free to leave your thought in the comments.
Till next time. Remember, Be your beautiful selves, be kind – even when no one’s watching. And be brave. Take care lovelies. Much love. XOXO Y/N.
I finished the post and posted it on my blog, and sat there drinking my water, smiling to myself. I found my phone and found Chris’ number and texted him. ~Hi Daddy. Long time no see. I miss talking to you… and so much more. *Winking at you*~ I sent the text and a couple minutes later my phone started ringing and the caller ID said ‘Daddy Evans’ I smirked thinking to myself. It is going to be a long night and a loving sensitive beard burn in the morning. Taking the phone and spoke in a low lustful voice. “Hi daddy. I’ve missed you”.
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Drunken Shenanigans: The Interview
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A/N: I decided to split the interview into 2 parts, this whole series will probably be about ten parts. I also turned this into a Soulmate AU, something I decided when writing the first two parts. Please read the Soulmate AU note for further explanation on what its about. Also my request box is open, please send me some.
Soulmate AU: Throughout a person's life they get glimpses of what their soulmate looks and sounds like. You get the full picture when you kiss the person. When you kiss them you also get a flash of your future together with them.
Warnings: None besides fluffiness in this part.
Pairings: Sebastian stan x Podcaster!Reader. Soulmate AU
Teaser | Next part
“Well, hello everyone, listening and to those who are watching the live cast.” Y/N grinned, totally in her element, speaking into the mic. “Well, now hold on everyone, we’ll introduce the guest in a minute.” She said, holding her hands up to try to placate the chat that was on the flatscreen against the wall in front of her knowing there was an identical one behind her for the guests to read.
“As ya’ll know, this is Drunken shenanigans, Where we invite celebs and get them drunk and all around have a good time interviewing them.” She said into the mic, looking at her co-host. “I’m Y/N which ya’ll know, and I’m joined by Richards, who literally seems to be getting older every time we do this.” She laughed.
“Hey, now, I’m older than you, but not that old.” Richards laughed out into the mic.” Well, guys, we know some of our long-time viewers know this warning, but we have to say it every time.Y/N take it away.”
“Thank you! I will.” Y/N grinned looking at the guest star sitting across from her, on the live cast he’s blocked out so people couldn’t tell who it was. “This podcast gets raunchy like really raunchy, so those of you under 18, and I mean if you’re like 17 and a half or like three days from your 18th birthday, you’re not allowed to be here cause ya’ still aint 18. So shoo. Now there will be drinking involved, so fair warning, Richards and I are idiots when were drunk so.” Y/N shrugged, looking at the screen above the guest. “There’s your warning ya’ filthy animals.”
Y/N laughed at a comment, “Yes, someone got the reference.” She threw her hands up and did a happy dance in her chair “I am the queen! Now, let’s introduce our guest, shall we? Wait, before we do, Richards, I know you’re old as shit, so I don’t need to ask this. And I’m sure our guest is drinking age. But this is a little game we play, the guest has to guess my age, and if they get it right, they pick the first drink, if not I get to.”
Richards throws his head back and laughs, “Oh, no. Dude. You’re going to get pissed off when they guess. Remember Evans? He thought you were 30!” His whole body shook with laughter as did the guest’s
Y/N shrugged, “He thought he could do some research on me before he came here, we fooled him though.” She held her hand out to Richards for a high five. Y/N turned back to the guest and put on a serious face.
“So, Sebastian Stan, what’s my age?” Y/N asked, looking at Sebastian with an innocent look.
Sebastian blushes at the innocent look she was giving him. "Uh... I'm going to say you're 22." He said, nodding his head, confidently, that quickly faded at the deadpanned look she gave him.
"Seriously? Richards, do I look that young?" Y/N asked, looking at her co-host, receiving a shrug from the man in question. "I'm actually 14 years younger than you, Sebastian. You're 37, right?" Receiving a nod in response. "That would make me 24."She giggled at the startled look on Sebastian's face. Sebastian swears the sound is the sweetest sound he'd ever heard.
"Alright!" Y/N said as she clapped her hands together. "My drink choice, is there anything I should steer clear of?" She asked her guest, who, in turn, shook his head. She nodded and took off her headphones as she stood. Walking to the bar, she had installed along one of the walls in the room. She tapped her chin as she looked at all the liquor lining the shelves behind the bar.
"Ah- hah!" She exclaimed while grabbing a bottle of Jack Daniels. She then grabbed three shot glasses and headed over to the cast table. She had everything down, "I'm not done." She said as she winked at Sebastian before she headed back to the bar refrigerator. Grabbing a Heineken and two Stella Artois, popping their caps off, she made her way back to her seat and got settled.
"Richards and Sebastian, Stella Artois." She said as she handed them their beers. "Me? A Heineken." She explained the choices more for the people watching the live cast. She slid her headphones on, "And to start, Three shots of Mr. Jack Daniels." She began to pour the shots.
"Oh, No. You're trying to get drunk right away, aren't you Y/N/N?" Richards said into his mic while shaking his head. His actions received a small chuckle from Sebastian, when he heard Y/N's reply. Sebastian full-bellied laughed, slapping a hand to his chest.
"Yes, I want to see you botty call your husband as you did during the Robert Downy Junior interview." Y/N giggled out, pushing the now full shot glasses to the people sitting at the table. "Salud." She said, holding up her glass, and once everyone followed, she tipped hers back and downed the shot.
Once they did their three starter shots, Richards took a swig of his beer before he said: "Alright, easy questions to ease you into this." He said, looking at Sebastian. "Then, halfway through, we'll take a break and postmate some food." Sebastian nodded his understanding. "Is it true that your godmother is the creator of Anastasia Beverly Hills makeup?"
"Haha, Yeah, that's true. She loves what she has done with the company." Sebastian said after taking a drink of his beer.
"Yo! Y/N/N, he could give you the hook-up." Richards exclaimed, smacking the woman on the arm, causing her to spill some of her beer, that she was drinking, down her chin. "Aw, shit, sorry."
"Dude, you get one free pass on doing that. The next, I will make you take three shots of Schmirinoff. " Y/N grumbled out while she wiped her chin off with her hand. "But, yeah, give me the hook-up. I need to keep my face looking snatched." Y/N looked at Sebastian with a smile on her face, Sebastian's heart fluttered at the sight. He thinks about how he's never had these feelings for anyone before. None of his exes who he thought were his soulmate ever gave him this feeling.
"I'll see what I can do." Sebastian replied, shaking off the thought, though he couldn't understand why he was so attracted to someone he's never met before. Sure, he's heard of her podcast. Some of his castmates from the marvel movies have been on the podcast before, telling him of how much fun it was.
"Ok, next question, and this is for all you shippers out there. Who's your favorite castmate from your time at the Marvel movies?" Y/N asked him while bringing another shot of Jack to her lips, motioning for them to do the same.
"Chris Evans, for sure. " Sebastian replied after taking his shot, motioning for Y/N to give him another. "We have like a bromance going on, according to our castmates. But we are really good friends."
The interview progressed on, the trio progressively getting drunker and drunker. "Alrighty I think we should take a break, I can practically hear Richards stomach from here." Y/N giggled out, looking at the chat screen on the wall behind Sebastian. "No, I'm not drunk. I'm just tipsy."
The trio decided to call for the usual 30-minute break that they did for every cast. They settled on postmating Chinese food for them and all of Y/N's employees. Her employees were working behind the scenes stuff like making sure everything was recording correctly.
Once the food arrived, they tore into the food, chatting randomly about life and things. Y/N and Sebastian spent a lot of their break getting to know each other, they both couldn't deny the pull between them, though they would never admit it to each other.
One of Y/N's assistants came in and cleaned up all the trash from the food, while Y/N went to grab more beers for the trio. Before pulling out her phone to take a selfie with Richards and Sebastian in the background, posting it on Instagram and Twitter with the caption, "Drinks are flowing with Sebastian and the other idiot who you all know."  She tagged the two and sat back in her seat after giving the beers to Sebastian and Richards.
"Back on live in 3... 2..." Y/N mouthed the word one and pointed to her employees behind the glass, getting a response that they were back on, she smiled. "Hello, and welcome back, everyone. We are all slightly more tipsy than when you last saw us."
Y/N gestured to her guest and co-star. "For those of you just turning in. Where the hell were you about an hour and a half ago? I mean come on, we have Sebastian Stan in the house." Y/N rolled her eyes, causing the other two to laugh.
Y/N took a drink of her beer after she took a shot with the other two. Richards narrowed his eyes at Sebastian. "We're now going to be getting a little raunchier. Sasha? Be a dear and bring out the naughty wheel?" Sasha, Y/N's assistant, brought out the wheel as requested.
"We spin the wheel, whatever topic it lands on. We all have to answer. Got it?" Y/N asked Sebastian after explaining the rules.
"I think so." Sebastian replied after taking a shot of Jack chasing it with a swig of his beer. "Let's do this."
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aescapisms · 5 years
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everything
pairing: sebastian stan x reader
word count: 1.5k
warnings: few cuss words
tags: @berruneko09 @vechkinfan @ria132love @haha-barnes @fantasticsofa @hello-lisa1026
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Sebastian watched as you finish wrapping up your scene, and watching you work was simply amazing. You were a natural-born actress, even the directors were impressed especially knowing the fact that you came from the music industry and now you’re in the film industry that was just amazing. You loved everything that you do, you weren’t doing it for the fans or to get money it was genuinely because you wanted to.
He watched as you bowed to every single one of the members of the  production crew as you went away. He laughed to himself, you’ve watched too many Korean dramas and can’t help but adapt their ways.
You grabbed the towel that one of the crew members gave you. You quickly took it and made a joke that made her laugh then went on your way.
Sebastian waved his hand as he made his way towards you. He could see your face lit up as soon as you saw him and you ran towards his direction.
“Sebby. What are you doing here?” You asked after you let go of the hug that he enveloped you in when you got closer. “I’m here to pick you up.” He said as he grabbed your hand and laced your fingers together. “We’re going to have lunch at RDJ’s. It’s the last day on set.”
You quickly pulled your hand back, “C’mon Sebby. we can’t do that here. You said it yourself, we have to be careful.”
Sebastian looked like a kicked puppy. “I want to hold your hand, I do but.I’m just—You know what Ryan said right? We have to take our time before we tell the public about this.”
Ryan’s exact words were,”You guys better be sure about what ‘this’ is before you go public with it.” But Sebastian didn’t mention that.
And so that has been your situation, Sebastian was alright with it until you suddenly got linked to Luke Hemmings. He knows that it wasn’t true but the tabloids just wouldn’t shut up about it and after reading so many headlines that read “Y/N new girl in Hemming’s life?” and after seeing so many comments that you and Luke, looked great together, he started to see it to. You guys did look good together, there was no denying that. Sebastian knows that you would look good with everyone else because you just brings out everyone’s natural shine whenever you’re with them. You are a literal sunshine that shines upon everyone else’s life.
You assured him that you were loyal to him and that he shouldn’t let the media put a rift in your relationship and you were patient with him. You let him heal from the words that the media threw at you and you stayed by his side you didn’t do anything that made him doubt your loyalty to him. “I gave you my heart, there’s no one else who could possibly take that away from you. Remember that Sebby.”
A few months later the movie was released and it was Sebastian’s favorite part in every movie that he does. The press tour. He got to interact with the fans along with his friends and now, he can do it with you. Sebastian was also grateful for the fans for accepting you easily into the family despite being there for a movie.  He was secretly hoping that people would ship the two of you so that he would have an excuse to confess everything. So throughout the press tour he kept on talking to you in front of the press, even make a few jokes every now and then. Chris joined in on the banter and it was just so easy for the three of you to settle in that type of situation because that’s how it’s always been. But the fans took it another way.
They began shipping you and Chris.
Chris laughed hysterically when he read the headline and so did the other cast members. Everyone knows his plan, he didn’t have to say it out loud, it was so obvious except for you. But then again, that’s just how you’ve always been.
“Just, how can they ship the two of you??? I’ve spent more time with her that the two of you spent together.” Sebastian muttered as he sat on Chris’ bed.
“Well, maybe we just really have that kind of chemistry.” Sebastian groaned.
“You better shut your mouth Evans or I swear I’m going to deck you.”
Chris eventually stopped laughing after Sebastian threw a pillow at his face.
“I’m serious Chris, I just want this to be over so I can tell the world that we’re actually together.”
“What’s stopping you?” Sebastian stared at Chris. “I’m serious, what’s stopping you? You said you love her. So what’s stopping you?”
“I don’t know if she feels as invested as I am” He confessed. It was true, it’s been his fear for a long time now. That you didn’t love him as much as he loved you. Or maybe after he tells the public about this the two of you will break up. So many things cou— “So many things could go wrong. That’s probably what you’re thinking huh” Chris told him interrupting his thoughts. “Look man. If you keep on thinking like that nothing’s ever going to go your way. You love her. She loves you. That should be enough reason for you to tell people. Also. You’re with an amazing woman. If I were her boyfriend I would tell the whole world.” Sebastian went back to his room thinking about it. He’s going to tell the world about the two of you. But he should talk to you with it first. The next day, you were in a separate press conference with Sebastian. He had the photo ops first and the panel later while you were scheduled the opposite. You were with Tom Holland and Chris Evans for the panel. Everything was going well until the interviewer asked you to address the rumours going around that you’re in a relationship with Chris. When you first saw that headline you laughed so hard that you weren’t able to breathe properly, but you noticed that Sebastian had a different reaction. You assured him that you weren’t cheating on him and he told you that he knows you won’t do it. You couldn’t help but worry though, you kept on thinking if it was the other way around and some girl will be linked to Sebastian, you wondered how you would handle that kind of situation. Not lightly, you suppose.
“You know, Y/N. You should’ve told me that we were dating.” everyone laughed and you explained to the interviewer that no, you weren’t dating Chris Evans. You wanted to tell the interviewer that you were in fact dating Sebastian but, you needed to speak with him first of course. You don’t even know if people would accept the relationship but you do know that you won’t care.
Sebastian finished his photoshoot early and decided to watch you panel from the sidelines. He waved at you to grab your attention and he did which made you smile. It still amazes him how wonderful you are in interviews like these, despite knowing that it probably shook you to the core you still seemed so happy.
“Alright. So we’re going to do a fast talk where in you have to answer the questions immediately alright?” “All of us?” Tom asked and grabbed a water bottle. “Or you know, specific questions.”
“There are specific questions but most of these are for all of you. Ready?”
Everyone nodded except you. “What team are you on? Team cap or Team Stark”
“Stark.” “Cap” “Wildcats” You immediately regretted your answer when Chris fell off his chair from laughing. “GUYS I DON’T LIKE THIS GAME OKAY. I PANIC” “Why on earth would you say Wildcats???” Tom asked who was also laughing at your answer.
“Because all I was able to process was “what team” and when you hear that in a sentence and you grew up singing HSM songs that’s immediately the correct answer.”
“Alright. Next question. Who’s the strongest avenger?”
You immediately answered Spiderman. Sebastian smiled when Tom hugged you, grateful for the answer. Despite the banter between Sebastian, mackie and Holland you were always there to support the kid. The fast talk continued and you gave hilarious answers. Sebastian watched as you laughed and smiled at the crowd.  You looked like an angel.
“Favorite thing that you stole on set?”
“The shirts from Homecoming.”
“Sebastian Stan”
“Cap’s helmet.”
Everyone suddenly screamed. Sebastian watched as you eyebrows furrowed, “What happened? Oh fuck. Oh no.” Y/N looked at Sebastian with her eyes wide open and he just smiled at her. At least it’s out in the open now. “Wait guys, Please. I can tell you what happens in the movie--”
“Wow, it’s a good that that I only spoil movies not relationships--”
“SHUT UP HOLLAND”
Sebastian walked right on stage and the screams grew louder. Chris went up to him and handed him a microphone with a look that said ‘you know what to do’.
And he does, he went up to you and grabbed your hand.
“Hello guys, I’m Sebastian Stan and I would like you all to meet my amazing girlfriend.”  
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galxcs · 4 years
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Drunken Nights
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Chapter Four (Three) (Two) (One)
Like usual, the Gryffindor common room was abuzz with activity before the big game. It was the second week of November, and students were itching to get into the Quidditch season. Some students were chanting, but there were so many different chants happening that it just sounded loud.
Remus was tucked into his favorite cushy chair in the corner of the room, watching the events unfold in front of him.
There were some students painting lions on each others faces near him, but everyone was jumping around so much that the lions ended up looking like yellow and red blobs. Some kids were pulling on their Gryffindor hats and zipping up their coats in preparation for the cold.
Of course, right smack dab in the center of the room, was Sirius and James along with many of the other Quidditch players. They were jumping up and down, surrounded by dozens of students who were all chanting excitedly.
Remus rolled his eyes at the display, with a smile on his face, and returned to the book he was reading.
“Ridiculous am I right?” A soft voice said from next to him.
Remus jumped; an old habit that he never seemed to be able to break. He turned his head and instantly knew who it was by the bright red hair tumbling down in a braid. Remus smirked and glanced at the boys.
“Yeah,” he agreed. Remus turned back to Lily. “Are you going to the game?”
Lily crinkled her nose in a very Lily way. “I’ve been roped into going. Mary’s playing, and Alice didn’t want to go and watch alone.”
Remus laughed because he understood all too well.
“You too?” Lily said, her eyes shining.
“Yup. Maybe we can all sit by each other?” he offered.
Lily looked excited by the idea and nodded happily. “I’d like that.”
Remus didn’t get a chance to respond to her because suddenly James was there, smiling brightly at Lily.
“Hi Lily! You going to the game?” he asked, trying to sound nonchalant, but Remus could hear the hope in his voice.
Lily smirked at him. “Yeah, but I’m going for Mary.”
“I’ll take what I can get,” James said, bouncing on the balls of his feet like he always did when he talked to Lily.
Sirius wasn’t too far behind James, and he joined the group with one of his award winning smiles. He took a seat on the arm of Remus’ chair, so Remus scooted over, knowing that what Sirius actually wanted was to sit on the chair with him.
The moment Remus scooted over, Sirius dramatically tumbled off of the arm, falling into Remus’ lap.
“Oh get off you big oaf,” Remus said, pushing Sirius up a bit.
Sirius laughed and slid over so that they were squished onto the chair together. It was a big chair, but Remus had to admit that it worked a lot better when they were younger.
“Did you hear that there’s going to be a party after the game?” Sirius asked.
Remus pulled his hands into the sleeves of his sweater, balling the fabric between his fingers and narrowed his eyes at Sirius. “Isn’t it going to be a little late for a party?”
“Yeah. It’s a secret party.”
“Well how many people know about it?” Remus asked.
“Most of Gryffindor, a few Ravenclaws, and a lot of Hufflepuffs,” Sirius listed.
“That doesn’t sound very secret.”
“The professors don’t know about it. Or the Slytherins.”
Remus shook his head and laughed. “So what happens if you lose?”
Something near the center of the room became louder, a series of cheers growing up and bouncing off the walls. Remus assumed that the team must be leaving to go warmup.
As Remus turned back around, he noticed that Lily was actually still talking to James, which might have been an all time record for conversation length.
“All the more reason to party!” Sirius called over the noise. Remus was confused for a second before he remembered his question. He gave Sirius a look that he hoped said, you’re very stupid. “You’re coming, just so you know!”
“Sirius, I can’t go to a secret party!”
“Why not?”
Remus rolled his eyes, leaning in so as to be heard over the sound. “You do know I’m a prefect right? That’s the type of thing that I’m supposed to stop from happening. Not participate in.”
Sirius leaned in too, but he didn’t say anything. He just smirked.
“What?”
“I don’t know. It’s just a little funny considering Lily’s coming. She’s a prefect too, right?”
Remus shook his head in disbelief. No way was Lily Evans going to this so called “secret party”. Before Remus could even deny the fact, James turned away from Lily, grinning from ear to ear.
“Yes! She’s coming!” He yelled.
From somewhere across the room Sirius and James’ names were being called. They needed to head out for warmups. Sirius stood up, but he didn’t follow James to where he was heading.
Instead, he turned around to face Remus, putting both hands on either side of the chair. Sirius leaned in right up to Remus’ ear, his breath hot against his face. Remus suppressed a shiver and held his breath.
“You’re coming too,” Sirius whispered, and with no other words, he left.
Remus stared after him in disbelief. He tried to tell himself that Sirius had only done that because it was so loud in there. Why else would he have done it? But then how come he didn’t just shout like all the other times? Remus shook his head, knowing there was a reason for it, and not the reason that he wished it was.
He tried to get his mind away from the moment, but it kept coming back to him, playing over and over in his head. He didn’t have to dwell on it long because suddenly Peter was there, a bright smile on his face and a small Gryffindor flag in his hand.
“Ready to go? I want to get good seats,” he said excitedly.
Remus nodded, standing up shakily, and taking a deep breath. They caught Alice on their way out, so they all went down to the pitch together.
Both teams were already out in the air to warm out.
The Ravenclaws were running air drills, taking turns zooming down the pitch and then coming to a complete stop near the goals. Some of them did a couple flips in the air as they went, and others passed the Quaffle back and forth as they shot forward on their brooms.
The Gryffindors were doing scoring drills, passing to each other, and taking turns scoring on their Keeper.
Remus sat between Peter and Lily and watched as the stands began to fill. There was an excited energy around them as students took their seats for the first game of the year. Remus put on a pair of ugly lion gloves that Sirius bought him for games in their second year because his hands always got cold. At the time the gloves had been way too big for him, so they still fit him now.
“Hi. Sorry,” A voice said from Remus’ left, alerting him that someone needed to get by on the stands.
He stood up so that they could pass. It was two girls that Remus was familiar with. The one who had spoken was Sara Brown. She was a Gryffindor that Remus had met in Transfiguration class.
As she passed, the second girl came into focus. Amanda Davis was a Hufflepuff that Remus met in the library once when she needed help finding a book. When she got the book, though, she had joined him at a table to study. Every once and a while, Remus and her studied together or hung out when they were in the right groups.
Amanda smiled at Remus when she saw who he was. She had a nice smile; it was one that actually reached her eyes. They exchanged greetings as she passed, and Remus turned back again to look at the pitch.
“Who was that?” Lily said, nudging Remus in the arm.
“Hmm? Oh that’s Amanda, she’s one of Sara’s friends,” Remus explained, knowing that lily was friends with Sara.
“Yeah, obviously. How do you know her?” Lily responded.
“We study together sometimes. She’s nice.”
“She’s really pretty,” Lily added.
Remus turned to look at Lily. “Yeah she is pretty,” he said skeptically.
Lily didn’t say anything for a second, and Remus wondered if that was the end of the conversation, but then Lily said, “So is she your type?”
“God, Lily,” Remus said, rolling his eyes. “All it takes is me saying hello to a girl for you to start asking questions like that.”
“Oh come on! You won’t go out with any of my Gryffindor friends.” Lily looked at Remus like she was about to give one of her famous speeches.
“Honestly, Remus, you could probably get a lot of girls. I hate to say this, but as much as I dislike the whole Marauders thing, it’s crazy the way girls talk about you guys. Plus, you’re really nice, and girls like that these days. I mean you are kind of dorky with your sweaters, but you’re really attractive now too.”
“Now?” Remus interrupted. “Thanks Lils.”
“I don’t mean you didn’t used to be attractive.” Remus narrowed his eyes at her. “You’re just… more attractive now.” Lily said unconvincingly.
“It doesn’t matter anyways. I’m not interested in Amanda.”
“Not even a little bit?” Lily pushed.
“Nope.”
Lily crossed her arms and watched the small players zip around the sky, her face in a pout. Remus laughed and also turned back to the players.
His eyes caught James flying much above everyone else. He was going in tight quick circles around some imaginary post. He stopped where he was going when the announcers voice took over the speakers, telling that the game was about to begin.
The players all joined each other in the center, waiting for the ref to release all of the balls and tossup the Quaffle. Once the game began, the players were off, and the announcer was speaking at speeds that Remus didn’t think the players could achieve on their brooms.
Gryffindor gained possession of the Quaffle right off the bat, and the chasers twisted and turned around the Ravenclaws, making their way down the pitch. At one point Sirius got the Quaffle, and the crowd cheered wildly for him as he got closer to the net.
Remus couldn’t help but admire the way that Sirius flew. He flew the way that he socialized at school: with an easy confidence that made everybody want to watch him.
Sirius passed the Quaffle to Mary, who went to score, but the Ravenclaw Keeper deflected it.
The crowd began cheering loudly, and it took Remus a second to realize why. A good distance above the game, James was zipping straight down towards the ground in a way that made Remus’ stomach flop just watching.
James’ flying was much different than Sirius’. He was good. Really good. But whereas Sirius made it look easy, James made it look like a battle. He flew for his life and put every ounce of energy he had into it, and the audience could tell. Remus never saw James look more focused than he did when he was playing. Except maybe for when he was flirting with Lily.
The game went on for a bit, and the Ravenclaws were up 100-40. The crowd was starting to lose its energy. If James caught the snitch now they would win, but they wouldn’t have gained many points for the long run considering that the end of the year cup was based off of the team with the most overall points.
Nevertheless, the crowd was itching for the snitch to be spotted again. Even as Sirius scored another point, Remus could hear in their cheers that people were starting to get nervous for the snitch.
The Ravenclaw seeker, Bertram Aubrey, saw it first this time. There was a flash of red as James fought to catch up with Aubrey. They were neck and neck, and Remus wished he could see what was happening better. The announcer was calling things like this is it, the moment we’ve all been waiting for. If he blinked, Remus might have missed it because suddenly the crowd was on their feet. James had pulled through and caught the snitch at the last second.
Peter and Lily were cheering loudly next to Remus, so Remus stood up with them, laughing at Peter when he began jumping up and down and screaming, “I love you James!”
“What were you saying about the Ravenclaws not losing a single game?” Remus teased Peter.  
“I don’t care what I said. That was awesome!” Peter yelled.
As they were leaving the game, Sara and Amanda caught up with them. Sara started talking to lily and Alice, but Amanda fell in step with Remus and Peter. Remus felt awkward with Amanda now that he had had that conversation with Lily
“Hi, Remus,” Amanda said.
“Hi, how are you?” Remus responded politely.
“I’m good,” Amanda looked down at the floor and then back up at Remus almost sheepishly. She had extremely long dark hair that was falling in her face a bit. “So, have you heard about the party happening?”
“Umm,” Remus said, thinking about how Sirius had demanded Remus go. “Yeah.”
“Cool, I was, well I was wondering if maybe you were going?” Amanda stuttered.
“I don’t know. I feel like as a prefect it might be sort of strange if I go,” Remus laughed.
“Oh right. Well we can go together if you want? It might not be strange then,” Amanda offered. Remus didn’t mean to, but he must have made a face because Amanda quickly added, “Of course we’d go as friends! It just might be fun to hang out there, or whatever.”
Remus smiled at Amanda. “Yeah, that would be great,” he said politely.
“Okay. Cool.”
Amanda smiled and ducked her head again. Eventually she was pulled away by Sara, and she waved Remus goodbye, saying that she would see him later. Lily looked at Remus with the eyes of someone who had just eavesdropped.
“Don’t say a word,” Remus said before she could say anything.
“You just got a date to the party without trying at all!” Peter exclaimed for Lily.
“It’s not a date. You heard her. We’re going as friends,” Remus clarified.
“Suuure,” Lily, Alice, and Peter said at the same time.
Remus sighed and didn’t try to fight them on it. As they all headed back up to the castle, he tried not to think about what James and Sirius would say when they saw him and Amanda at the party together. He might never hear the end of it.
Then again, he thought maybe it might be a good thing because James always seemed to be bugging him about finding a girl. Not like he had found a girl or anything.
Remus sighed to himself as they made their way up the hill, already dreading the night that was about to come.
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Pure Blood 11 (Sirius Black x F!Oc)
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Chapter 11: We need a plan
"This is a very bad idea."
"I know.”
"I can't believe I'm part of this"
"Stop complaining, Reg. If I sink, you sink with me,” He rolled his eyes.
"How much longer will we have to wait for them?"
"It's only been five minutes," I tease and he complains again.
A day before the Christmas holidays, Remus decided to meet in the requirement room to discuss the brilliant plan, but only Regulus and I have arrived.
"Remind me why I'm here?"
"Because you care about me. I know you have millions of questions, but I’ll explain everything to you when everyone arrives"
"I don't understand what can be so important as to get together with my brother.”
"It's something ... serious" in that the door opens and the marauders arrive along with Lily Evans and Jenna.
"This will be a great party," says Sirius sarcastically.
Suddenly the tension reaches my body, as if, seeing everyone gathered was a slap of reality.
“Enough, Sirius,” Remus scolds at him.
"Does anyone want to tell me why we’re here?" Lily says crossing her arms.
“Not that I'm complaining to be by your side, Lily dear. But I also want to know,” says James.
Remus sees me and I nod. He stands in front of everyone and draws their attention.
“I know you have many questions, for now I can’t tell you… everything. I wanted to bring you together for an important reason, I have a plan for that reason not to happen. Today I’ll just tell you that and then we’ll have time to think about what to do during the holidays”
"What makes you think we’ll accept, Lupin?" asks Regulus defensively.
"Because this involves two people we care about.”
"What the fuck, Moony?" Sirius says furiously, approaching Remus.
But then he notices something and turns to me. He already knows what his friend is referring to.
"How could you tell them?"
"Sirius, calm down," says Lupin. Sirius growls.
"I don’t understand anything.”
"If you shut your mouth, Remus could tell you everything," I say annoyed.
"Whatever the princess commands," adds James, and I clench my teeth.
"Enough!" Screams Remus surprising us. “I asked you to behave and the first thing you do is fight like five-year-olds!”
"What's going on, Lupin?" Jenna says, he sighs.
“Although Sirius doesn't want to say it, we have a very important issue,” He looks at me and I doubt for a moment, but there is no going back. "The Black family and the Singhs have arranged a marriage between Sirius and Persephone."
"What!?" Ask different voices.
Sirius ruffles his hair.
"How can they do that?" The questions began to fall. Regulus and Jenna approach me while the others go with Sirius. So many voices, questions and screams overwhelm me, I step back until my back hits a wall.
"Silence!" Remus's voice echoed throughout the room. We all turn to him and he removes the wand from his neck. “How many times do I have to repeat it? I'm tired,” He raises his wand and casts a spell by muting everyone's voice except Sirius and me. "Nobody is going to interrupt us.”
"How didn’t I think of that before?" I try to joke, but nobody seems to laugh. "Difficult audience…” I say uncomfortable.
“Well, now. Obviously neither Sirius or Persephone want this to happen, so the plan is to avoid this wedding. According to their relatives, they want this to happen once we leave Hogwarts, I think we have time to come up with something. All together,” He says and then removes the spell. “I swear that if the tantrums return I will tie you to something…”
"I don't want to sound rude, but what does this have to do with me?" Lily asks a little red. “Don't misunderstand me, it’s horrible to be forced to marry and more if it is with someone you don’t tolerate," She looks at me with pitty. "But I don’t understand how I can help. Both families hate my… class”
“We'd be lost without you,” I say without thinking. “Wow, I wasn’t expecting to say that.”
Lily looks at me confused. I clear my throat.
“You're very smart, Evans. Remus believes that you can help us to make this work, the plan must be perfect and let's be honest," I say to everyone, "the marauders' plans don’t always work. I have all eyes on me. No one would suspect you.” I point out, “it's perfect.”
"Wait," Jenna adds. "What exactly will we do?"
"Does it mean we’ll all participate?" Peter asks. Now is my turn.
"I know you care about Sirius," I say to the boys, “and I suppose you care about me," I now say to Jenna and Regulus. “I know that we can’t bear each other, but I don't want to get married so young, and forced… I ask all of you to help us, I’m desperate for your help. It’s not a pact for us to get along and be best friends. I want peace between both groups to avoid the wedding. Then we can hate each other as usual.”
We were silent for a few minutes. Everyone thinks about my words.
“Okay," the first to accept is Lily, which takes a weight off me.
Remus, Jenna, James and Peter followed. We all look at Regulus, who sighs and finally accepts.
"I think it's a stupid idea" says Sirius. “…But I'm also desperate.”
"Good," Remus says with a smile. Then he invites me to continue talking.
“My mother sent me a letter to tell me that there will be a meeting at Christmas to announce the engagement. Sirius and I will keep complaining so they don’t get suspicious. Jenna and Regulus will be informed of all the details-”
"How can they do it? I don't think adults'll tell them,”James and Regulus laughs.
"They still see us as children, they'll think we don't understand and we'll just listen to everything,” Jenna nods.
“During the holidays we ought to think about all the options we have to avoid the wedding. Write down even the stupidest idea you have,” adds Remus. “We’ll write the progress and when we return we’ll meet again.”
Everyone accepts the first phase of the plan. After talking about some details everyone goes to the door to exit.
"Sirius, Percy,” Calls us Remus. Black frowns at his friend. "I think you should stay and talk. We’ll help you, but the two of you are the real problem."
“Remus!" I complain.
"You said it yourself: time for peace."
Everyone goes out and I am now alone with Sirius. For a few moments no one speaks.
"I used to call you that," He says out of nowhere. I look at him confused. “Percy."
Oh. I shrug, I really don't know what to tell him.
“You're right... Remus is right. We could make a peace offer,” I‘m surprised.
“I never thought I’d hear you say those words to me,” He shrugs.
“And it only took an engagement," He jokes, making me laugh.
It's strange. It's been a long time since he caused this in me. I feel his gaze, analyzing me.
"What?"
"When was the last time we had a conversation without trying to kill each other?"
"First year, before you replaced me,” He winces and moves nervously.
“I-I don’t-" I shake my head.
“Don't try to deny it or tell me any excuse, it is too late," I say.
“It's not like I want to apologize. People change. We both changed. I decided not to follow the steps of my family and you followed them to the letter.”
My body tenses.
“Not anymore," I mumble.
"Not because you don't want the wedding it means that you no longer obey Ares,” He says abruptly. I sigh.
"I'm not his favorite person right now, Black," I say looking him straight in the eye. He raises an eyebrow.
"Oh, now you're a bad girl?" He mocks, I roll my eyes.
“Just forget it. It's not worth it. I don't understand why Remus wanted us to talk, you always manage to ruin everything.”
"I'm always the bad guy in the story, right?"
"No, you're always the idiot.” He growls in response. "It doesn't matter anymore, we’ll have to hold on for a long time if we want the wedding to not happen."
Sirius just nods. Seeing that he won't say anything else, I decide to leave the room.
I walk through the halls until I meet the redheaded girl again.
"Sorry," I whisper and before I can continue on my way, she takes my arm.
“What’s your plan, Persephone?" I look at her confused.
"We just told you... a moment ago?” I say without understanding.
"I don’t mean that. Lately you’ve been... good. With me. What’s it due to?” The nerves return and I look at the floor.
"It's nothing,” I clear my throat and look at her. "You should be grateful, Evans.”
Why do I act as if nothing had happened? I have no idea.
"No. You can’t do that. The other time, in class, you defended me from the people that hurt me.”
“You were in the infirmary.”
“Gossip travels fast. You can't defend me and then pretend you're still the same girl who insults me every time I'm around. I want to understand what is happening to you.”
I take a long breath and for a few seconds I close my eyes. When I open them, her green eyes are waiting for a response.
“I'm learning."
"What?"
“I'm learning about Muggles and all that, I wanted- I want! I want to know why I should hate you, according to what my parents say…”
"I don’t understand-“
“And I don't expect you to do it, you couldn't. Listen…” I sigh, “All my life they’ve taught me to hate your class. I’ve discovered that most of the reasons are stupid and make no sense. It may be a poor excuse to blame my parents, but... I'm just understanding that…” I smile. “You're not that bad after all"
Lily analyzes my words and then smiles a little.
"How are you learning from that?"
"I have my methods," I say quickly. "I know that even if I ask thousands of times for forgiveness I won’t be able to erase all the damage I did to you, I don't expect you to forgive me, Evans. I know I don't deserve it, but I think you should know that I won't do it again. At least not on purpose."
I don't know what she’s really thinking, but at least she already knows what will come later.
"I have this habit of wanting to see the good in people, Remus always says it,” She starts, "But with you it was different, at first I thought you had to be suffering too much to want to hurt other people, later I discovered that it was not enough reason to be so cruel,” I move awkwardly, “But now…” I observe her fearfully. "I guess you only needed time.”
Yes, time and an attempt of murder, the perfect recipe. I nod at her words, not knowing what to say.
"Jenna misses you, you know?" I groan at the change of subject. "I know what she did is wrong, but you’re best friends, you shouldn't let her go."
“When your best friend hides something so important in her life, and everyone knows it but you, you will know what I'm going through. I can't just forget that."
“Maybe not, but I don't think that by shutting you in, you can do something about it. She is still willing to help you with whatever you need, the meeting proves it. I don't want to tell you what to do, I have no right, but I can only give you some advice. Don’t let her go.”
Finally, Lily leaves and disappear in the nearest hall.
All this drama is not good for my health. I go to the Slytherin Tower, put on my pajamas and lie on my bed.
My eyes are fixed on the ceiling. I don't want to sleep, but my eyes betray me, my body is tired and tomorrow won’t be an easy day. I have no idea what will happen with my family, I'm not ready to face them. My plan was to stay at school, but the stupid family reunion wouldn’t allow it.
The only thing I can be sure of is that, if I sleep now, the nightmares will return. When I started the school year, they only visited me a few nights, but the news of the wedding brought them back.
Every nightmare takes away my strength and energy and I don't know what to do to stop them. Thoughts come and go until I finally close my eyes and the darkness begins to hug me without letting me go.
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