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In Living Color

Chapter 25

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July 25th, 2022

Chris let out a sigh of relief as he stepped into his mother’s house from the back door, the cool air of the home giving him and Scott a reprieve from the heatwave outside. They found their Ma in her kitchen, putting away some groceries with a smile on her face as she saw her sons.

“I certainly didn’t expect to see you here today,” Lisa greeted, coming over to hug them both. She hugged Scott before hugging Chris, holding her oldest son's arms as she pulled away and told him, “I figured it would take at least another day for you to recover from the press tour.”

Chris laughed, the sound echoing through the otherwise quiet home. “Oh I’ll be going to bed early tonight, that’s for sure,” he assured her with a nod.

Scott smirked at the words, moving to grab a cup from a cabinet and fill it with water. “I’m honestly surprised that you didn’t just fly straight to San Francisco to see Nat,” he drawled, his voice booming.

“Yeah, it’s been what? A month since you’ve seen her?” Lisa asked, raising a brow as she dropped her hands from Chris’ arms and headed back into the kitchen, pulling groceries from the bags resting on the island counter.

“I was with her over the fourth so almost a month,” he corrected, leaning down to pet his Ma’s dogs as they danced at his feet. But then he thought back to his visit earlier in the month, at the fleeting moments they’d had together, but otherwise… he’d been alone. Nat’s schedule was busier than ever, if it was even possible, and she spent so much time glued to her laptop that he missed her even when he was there. “I miss Nat so fuckin’ much but I’m almost thinking about staying here.”

Lisa raised a brow suspiciously as she closed the fridge, tucking the reusable grocery bags into each other. “Oh really?” She asked him while she looked at him curiously.

“I’m just so exhausted. Going from filming earlier this year to the Lightyear press and right into The Gray Man press, I’m just so tired,” he murmured with a shake of his head as he leaned his hip against the island. “And now that I’ll be going to Atlanta soon for Pain Hustlers, I feel like I just need a break away from everything.”

“Maybe Nat could come out here instead?”

“Yeah I think I might ask her if she could,” Chris nodded his head. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see her, in fact, the opposite was true but after being dragged from one interview to another then put on a plane to make another appearance and do the whole routine again, he was craving his safe space more than ever. He just wanted to be home and sleep in his own bed, have home cooked meals, and decompress in the place he felt the most himself. Chris ran a hand through his hair while he mused, “I want to see her so bad, but when I’m there during the week, she’s at work anyway so it’s not like we get to spend much time together.”

He watched as Lisa pursed her lips while she listened to his words. “Well maybe once you rest up a little more, you could go out for a weekend,” she suggested, her eyebrows raising hopefully as she looked at her oldest son. He shrugged his shoulders at that as he heard Scott’s small noise of agreement and sighed.

“I don’t have many more weekends before I start filming again,” he began as he stared down at the marble countertop. He’d gotten the official schedules for both shoots a few weeks ago, and there was virtually no spare time once he started the first project, but what little time he had left before was quickly getting filled up in Massachusetts. He hadn’t been home for a long stretch of time since the previous year, and even then he spent most of 2021 in Los Angeles, growing his relationship with Nat. He’d missed home, missed seeing his family, the kids, getting to just live without constantly looking over his shoulder. And the growing list of responsibilities from ASP that he’d been ignoring while working were piling up, and his schedule was full of tasks between now and the middle of August. By then, he’d jump right into the shoots around Florida and Georgia with the cast of Pain Hustlers to then be in Atlanta working for months on end for Red One, having no real opportunities to visit Nat in California. “I just hate to disappoint Nattie.”

“Honey, you know Nat will understand,” Lisa placated her son, looking at him seriously as she listened to his words. “She won’t want you to kill yourself just to come see her.”

Chris shook his head, explaining, “Oh I know she’ll understand, Nat always does.”

“I know a certain dog who will be happy that you’ll be around here for a while,” she pointed out with a small chuckle, shaking her head in amusement.

“You should have seen how I woke up this morning. Dodger was laying right on top of me,” Chris laughed, thankful for the shift in conversation away from him changing his and Nat’s plans.

Scott’s dry laugh cut through the room as he told their mother, “He’s been right on Chris’ heels all day.”

Lisa smiled at the comment, before her eyes turned curious and she looked at Chris as he finally sat down in a barstool next to Chris. “What were you guys up to today?” She asked them both, looking between them.

“Well…” Chris started as Scott bit his lip, turning to look at him as well. With both his Ma’s and Scott’s eyes on him, a smile crossed his lips. “That’s actually part of the reason we came over…”

“Why’s that?”

A warm smile crossed his lips as his brain was able to switch from the exhaustion his whole body was clouded in, to instead thinking about the purchase he made hours earlier and the meaning that came with it as he told his mother, “I bought something for Nat today that I wanted to show you…”

He could feel Lisa’s eyes on him as he pulled the velvet box out of the plain white bag and handed it over to her. He watched as she flipped it open and saw the shining diamond ring inside as she gasped, “Chris, you got her a ring? You’re going to ask her to marry you?”

“Yeah Ma, I am,” a warmth spread throughout him as he said those words out loud.

Chris could see the tears glossing her eyes as she gasped, “Oh honey, I couldn’t be happier.”

“Me neither,” he shook his head almost in disbelief that this was really happening. His own tears started gathering in his blue eyes, making him blink furiously before he swallowed the emotional lump in his throat, “I think I’ve known for a while now that Nat was the one for me but when I was with her in San Francisco for our anniversary earlier this year I just… knew. I just don’t want anyone but her.”

“I knew from that first time I met her that you two would be together,” Lisa stated firmly before going over to hug her eldest son tightly.

“I think we all knew that one,” Scott chimed in with a chuckle from where he had sat down at the counter, knowing that Chris and Nat being together was something they all saw coming a mile away.

Chris had to wipe a hand along his cheeks, swiping away the tears as he admitted, “I just love her so much. I never even knew it could feel like this,”

“I’m so happy for you Chris. I can honestly say this is the best decision you’ve ever made,” his mother encouraged him with a hand rubbing up and down his back but then wanted to know, “When are you going to ask her?”

The question was one he’d been thinking about a lot but still hadn’t figured out an answer to, letting her in, “I’m not sure yet. I don’t really have a specific time so I’m just going to ask her when the moment feels right.”

Lisa couldn’t help but give him another hug, squeezing him tightly as she once again told him just how happy she was before the conversation shifted toward dinner and the brothers decided to stay and help get things ready. As Chris was pulling out the plates, his gaze drifted down to the ring box that was sitting open on the counter and felt the conversation happening around him seem to drift away. He picked up the box and looked at that sparkling ring, imagining what it would look like on Nat’s hand and almost finding it unbelievable that at the beginning of the previous year he hadn’t even met her, but now here he was ready to place this on her hand with the promise of forever.

He loved her so much it almost hurt and even as insecure and indecisive as he could be, this was one decision that didn’t leave any doubts in his mind other than the timing. With his schedule being full with two more movies and Nat being in San Francisco for her job, he didn’t know the next time that they’d get any extended amount of time together and although it left him at a loss on how to fully support her while he wasn’t there, he had come to see through their breakup that none of it mattered. Sure, it was a hurdle they’d need to figure out how to cross, but all that mattered is that he had Nat in his life and he wanted her forever. Chris knew that this was the best thing that could ever happen to him, but what he didn’t know is that while he stood here full of joy and peace, the woman he loved was across the country feeling desperately trapped in the new job and life she had chosen and felt more stuck that she ever had in her life.

Nat shut the creaking door behind her and locked the deadbolt, closing her eyes and leaning her head against the door as she felt her muscles tense. She looked around her dark apartment, feeling… indifferent to everything. Coming home had always been something sacred to her, her escape, her happy place, where she hosted friends, family, game nights, and movie nights. But here… she’d hole up for days over a weekend without having anyone here who would reach out to say, “Hey! Haven’t seen you this weekend, want to grab brunch tomorrow?”, only to hear a ping alerting her to new emails. It was no longer a place of refuge to her, instead, it felt like a place where she couldn’t take a deep breath, where she could never relax, where no one would come looking, or even stop by. She was completely alone here in this silent apartment, but the one bright spot that had gotten her through so many days was knowing that in one day, her apartment would be occupied by the heart-of-gold man that she loved so dearly. His laughter would fill the tiny space, his hands would rub her aching back, and his presence would fill the void in her heart that had been hurting so badly.

When her phone started ringing, she pulled it out and saw his name on her screen, bringing out the first genuine smile in a long time as she held it up to her ear and greeted him with a hello that sounded a lot less enthusiastic than she intended but just couldn’t seem to muster anything more.

“Hi honey, is this a good time?” He asked her, his voice filling her ear.

She nodded, suppressing the sigh that caught in her throat. “Yeah I’m just walking through my door,” she told him, hanging her bag on the hook by the door as she kicked her shoes off.

Nat heard him huff out a breath, his voice quiet as he pointed out, “Nattie, it’s almost eight there.”

She shook her head, frowning at his concern. She knew it was well placed, it always was. They cared about each other to be making those jabs at the other, but it didn’t mean her shoulders relaxed a little at every concerned comment he made. If anything, it made her feel a little worse. “I know, it just was a busy day,” she explained, her voice quiet as she turned on the lights and stepped further into the apartment.

“Will you promise me that you’ll have some dinner?”

“I promise I will,” she told him, glancing towards the shoebox of a kitchen before she headed into the living room, sitting down on the couch with a sigh. “I actually am a little surprised to hear from you. I figured you’d be asleep with you flying out here tomorrow.”

“That’s actually what I wanted to call you about,” he began, pausing as he sighed. Nat froze, listening as he finally asked, “Nattie, would it disappoint you if I didn’t come out to San Francisco?”

Her brows furrowed and her hand reached, plucking a few threads from the worn blanket on the couch as she fidgeted anxiously. “Is everything okay?” She asked worriedly, unsure if something had happened

“Yeah, yeah it’s fine, I’m just so exhausted,” he admitted and Nat could have been able to know that without his admission. The weariness in his voice was evident even if she hadn’t known how packed his schedule had been but kept listening as he sighed, “I feel like I’ve just been going non-stop for the past couple months and then with heading into doing two more movies this year, I just feel really overwhelmed. I just want some time to decompress.”

“Of course I’m sad not to see you but that’s fine Chris, I want you to take care of yourself,” Nat told him truthfully. In reality, hearing those words felt like a punch in the gut or as if all the air from her lungs had just been taken away. Having him come out to see her had been the one saving grace through all of this. She knew that if she could just make it to when she’d get to have his arms around her again, then maybe she could do this. Maybe that would help center her again, but in an instant that had been stolen away.

But she couldn’t tell him that. She couldn’t burden him with the knowledge of how much she was struggling while he was so burnt out and had to recharge before being thrown into filming again. Besides, he had warned her. He was the one who told her that this job wasn't for her and that it didn’t seem like the right move for her and he had been right. Nat just couldn’t let anyone, especially herself, know how much this job was taking a toll on her. It was just a job and the fact that she couldn’t seem to handle it only made her feel like even more of a failure than ever.

“I hope you know how much I want to see you and it has nothing to do with that,” Chris went on to assure her, but it brought little healing to her heart because all she could feel was that she was alone yet again. “I also figured that when I’m there during the week I don’t get to see you much anyway and thought that maybe you could come out for a weekend if you have time or I could come out there before Atlanta.”

“I’m not sure yet what my schedule is but we’ll figure something out. I want you to just decompress,” she rushed to tell him, trying hard to cover up the tears and heavy emotion in her voice.

“Are you sure, Nat?”

Nat just took a deep breath, trying to steady her voice before responding with, “I am, I want you to rest. I know how important it is to you to be able to be away from everything in Boston.”

“Thanks for understanding, baby. I love you so much and I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”

Nat pushed out a quick “I love you too” before hearing the line hang up. She couldn’t even pull the phone away from her ear before silent tears started spilling out of her eyes. With a shaky finger she clicked the red button before trudging over to the couch where she laid down and grabbed a pillow, clutching it to her chest as the tears just wouldn’t stop pouring down her face.

Nat was so proud of Chris. She was so proud of all he’d done this year, pushing himself with the films he was doing and going through the press tours he hated so much while traveling the world in a whirlwind. She was so happy that he could recognize when he needed a break, and just decompress. She was so glad that he had a place to do that, where he had a home to just be himself and relax but right now she just hated it so much that the home wasn’t with her.

Using the sleeve of her sweatshirt, she furiously wiped at her eyes and sat up. Nat tried so hard to just pull it together, but the moment her eyes glanced out the window of her apartment and she saw the almost tauntingly beautiful view of San Francisco, heavy sobs started pouring out of hers as those tears that she had just wiped away were quickly replaced. Just one look at that view reminded her that she was here in the city by the bay, completely and utterly alone.

She had always loved her job, working as an animator was truly a dream come true. Nat was just a normal girl who had been given an incredible gift by having a father who believed in her, sending her to art school to follow her dreams but it felt like somehow her real dream, the real longing of her heart had slipped through her fingers. Nat had been so happy working at Disney, settling into a life in California over the past decade and having an incredible group of friends, including Mark and Jamie who had become more like family to her.

But COVID had changed everything for her. In that time frame, her engagement to Shane had ended, Nat had become so much more self assured and knew who she was, but after being able to spend months at home with her family, she had moved back to California with a loneliness in her heart and a longing for something more. For the first time in her life she had seen how much she wanted more than her job. She wanted her own family and to be able to love someone and have them love her in return.

And then Chris came into her life.

So much had changed since he’d made his unexpected entrance in her life and Nat had found out so many more things about herself and what she wanted. He helped her to rest in who she was and embrace what it was that made her… well, her. He was her best friend and gave her peace in a way that she couldn’t quite explain. But there was still a part of her that let those little voices into the back of her head, remembering the looks she’d gotten from people when she was younger and said her dream was to be an artist. She remembered the jokes so many made when they asked what she was going to do for a ‘real job’ and the sting of that in her formative years still was underneath the surface.

Nat’s fingers were clutching tight on that pillow as she thought back to her dad dropping her off at art school as he hugged her tightly and told her how proud of her he was and that he knew she’d do great things. Ever since then all she had wanted to do was prove him right, to show everyone she wasn’t just the overemotional chaotic artist little sister behind two intelligent successful older sisters who seemed to be able to do all the things she viewed herself incapable of.

So here she was. Accepting this job that she thought would somehow prove something. That somehow would be the icing on the cake of ‘See? I can be a successful artist’ but all it had done was show her just how right Chris had been about all of this. This wasn’t what she wanted. She hated every bit of this job. She wanted so much more than this now. She wanted Chris. She wanted a family. She wanted to create for herself. But there was no turning back now. There was no way that she could go to her boss only a couple months after starting and basically say she wanted to be demoted, especially when her position back in Burbank had already been filled. Not to mention that she had taken a stand with this job and Chris, resulting in them temporarily breaking up. That felt like such a huge failure in her mind and that was something Nat simply just couldn’t take at the moment.

So here she had been, putting her nose to the grindstone and putting in her hours, trying to get through the days with the light at the end of the tunnel being August. The month when she’d get her best friend back. When she’d finally get to feel his arms around her. When she’d finally not dread the weekends and spend them crying in bed but instead fill them with laughter and happiness with Chris. When she’d finally get to relax for the first time in weeks. Knowing that he was coming to her was like a lifeline, knowing that she just had to make it until then and then hopefully things would be better. But now it felt like that lifeline that was dangling just out of her reach was snatched away and she was left drowning.

But there was no way she could ask him to come. It was just too selfish. She couldn’t possibly know just how packed his schedule had been and hear his weary voice saying how much he just needed to go home and then ask him to come be with her instead. So here she was. Sitting alone on this couch, tears streaming down her face as she felt completely alone and completely stuck.

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fandomfluffandfuck · 2 months

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Sebastian is shaking, eyes rolled back into his head, mewling because Chris won't let up. He just won't stop. He gets like this sometimes. Sebastian loves it and can't fucking stand it when he does. He literally can't stand it. He melts. Every time.

He feels like he's dying.

Chris is so fucking hungry, he's got two--not even three, Jesus Christ, Sebastian is weak--fingers inside him. He's viciously, unforgivingly rubbing his prostate. He's massaging his smooth, clenching, rippling internal walls. Sebastian is shaking, trembling, all this tension inside him at the same time that he can't even move. Chris pulls back and tugs on his rim. Then, without warning, he plunges deep inside him, feverish and wet, and makes Sebastian forget to keep begging; his, "please," turning into, "pluh-pluuuuuunnh, oh! Godddd!" He quivers, a few tears escaping down his cheeks in a desperate, sudden rush.

Chris has his over the back of the fucking couch, too, as if this wasn't embarrassing enough. How easy Sebastian is. Just two fingers, and he's weak. He's helpless. He's boiling over. Fuck, his pants are barely pulled down while Chris' wide, heavy chest is pressed bodily to his back, keeping him weighed down as if he would move if he could.

Sebastian can feel his thick, long fingers inside him, moving and curling and, guh. But he can also feel the flex of his forearm against his body. He's so strong. Holding him down. Fucking him. Sebastian doesn't have brains anymore. He's mewling like a damn cat; Chris is a fucking dog, chasing him, sinking his teeth into him, and practically drooling over him. Sebastian can feel his humid breath on his shoulder, crowded in the best, hottest way.

And, like that's not enough, also Chris is asking--in that damn rumbling, fucking low as shit voice--"mmm-hmm, that's it right there, isn't it, baby? That feels good, doesn't it, Seb?"

Sebastian can't think to respond. He can hardly still breathe. There's no oxygen. It's all combusting inside his tight chest, burning to fuel the fire ravaging him. He aches for Chris to fucking fuck him already, but he knows he won't. He's not going to be fucked, no matter how much he begs, not when Chris is in this fucking mood that makes him stubborn and greedy for Sebastian's death underneath him, tearing all the pleasure he can out of him.

He's aiming not for an orgasm but for the moment when Sebastian surrenders entirely, crying, sobbing, gasping, and understanding in his fucking bones that Chris has him. Chris has his pleasure. Chris knows him, and he'll stop when Sebastian is done. Sebastian doesn't know. Sebastian is too scrambled and melted to know anything, but anything anything anything. For Chris--anything.

#fandomfluffandfuck #chris evans #sebastian stan #evanstan #rpf #real person fanfiction #sub seb #subastian #sub sebastian #dom chris

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lovingonryles · 17 days

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a job well done

i’m gonna start by saying this is for a friend’s birthday, there is absolutely no other reason i’d be writing this otherwise 💀 anyways, love u ava, u better enjoy 🤬

pairing: timothée chalamet x actress!reader

warnings: RPF!! don’t like, don’t read, cursing, mentions of sex but no direct smut, actress!reader and timothée are filming something together, probably very ooc!timothée, basically just a bunch of fluff

word count: 965, should take about seven and a half minutes to read

listen to: banana pancakes by jack johnson

IT WAS UNUSUAL for you to be asleep this long. your boyfriend had been beside you awake for a while now, when usually, it was the other way around.

the way your schedule worked, you were used to early mornings filming or getting on flights that it just became a habit. so to say it concerned timothée when it’d been two hours since his awakening and you were still sound asleep next to him was an understatement.

he didn’t want to be disruptive, but he didn’t want you to stay asleep much longer. he started by gently shaking you, which didn’t work. he tried a bit harder, but again, that road led to a dead end.

“darling…come on, wake up…” he whispered, which again, led nowhere. “darling!” he tried a bit louder. he sighed when your eyes stayed shut. with one final, heavy push, your eyes shot open.

due to the light coming into the trailer, you immediately threw your hands over your eyes and groaned. “what’s the deal?” you whined. he just laughed.

“it’s 11:00 in the morning, honey. you gotta get up.” you quickly took your hands off your eyes, which was a bad idea, since the light made you squint. you looked him dead in the eyes while doing so, however.

“funny joke. why did you actually wake me up?”

“i’m not joking.” he grabbed his phone from the bedside table. “look.” you widened your eyes just the slightest bit to see that the lock screen did indeed read 11:16 am.

“oh my god…” you muttered. “i don’t know how that happened, i’m so sorry, you should’ve just done stuff without me,” you rambled.

“hey. look at me.” timothée placed his hands on your face. “it’s not your fault. it’s okay. i just didn’t want to be late to get on set.” he placed a gentle kiss on your lips.

you giggled and raised an eyebrow. “you sure?”

“100%.” he got up and started stretching. “you hungry? i can get us some breakfast before we have to leave.” you laughed at his little routine. “what?” he asked, stopping. all you could do was shake your head and laugh.

“oh, so this is funny to you, huh?” timothée leaned over next to you to grab a pillow. without warning, he threw it straight at your face. you just gasped.

“don’t start a fight you know you can’t win.”

“trust me, honey, i’m planning on winning.” you threw the pillow back at him, but he caught it.

more pillows got added to the mix, and soon enough, they weren’t even being used anymore; just you two wrestling on the bed. it was all giggles and laughs until you all but pleaded him to stop.

there was a moment of silence after that as you lay on the bed underneath him. the air was thick and heavy as he remained on top of you, panting. timothée brushed a lock of hair out of your face. you could see his pupils dilate. you, in turn, gently swatted his arm. “don’t try anything. we have places to be in a few hours.”

you crawled out from underneath him and started to walk to the kitchen. the pillow fight gave you a bit of energy to enter the trailer living area. you could hear him yell. “i wasn’t going to-”

“save it,” you giggled. you turned around, hearing him exit the room. his mouth opened, trying to say something, but you grabbed his hand. he looked down, confused. you grabbed his face to kiss him.

it was just a little peck to distract him. your plan worked as he stood with a small smile afterwards. “so, you’re getting breakfast?” you confirmed cheekily.

all he could do was nod. “on me.” you concluded it was a job well done.

AFTER THE BREAKFAST your boyfriend "very lovingly," in his words, ordered, you two got ready to head on set and meet your castmates. that was all it would be for the day, so you didn't know why you felt so nervous.

timothée noticed it as you walked out of the trailer. "you okay?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows. you nodded.

"ya," you quietly mumbled. you were playing with your hands, a habit he noticed you did when you were stressed. he grabbed one of your hands gently as an ailment.

"it's gonna be okay," he promised. you blushed at the simple touch and turned back to where you were walking. he smiled at this and ruffled your hair, only after giving the top of your head a chaste kiss.

meeting the cast wasn't nearly as bad as you imagined, and by the end of it, you actually wished you had more time to stay.

when you got back in your trailer, you mostly spent the evening unwinding. you two ordered more food since you were too bothered to make anything.

the night ended with you filing your nails after the picking you'd done at your earlier while you watched a movie. you were sitting on your boyfriend's lap as he braided your hair. the only light in the room present was the soft glow of your laptop with the movie playing.

you really weren't paying too much attention to it. you were too focused on timothée's fingers gently pulling strands of your hair over one other. it was a kind of weird thing he did in spite of boredom; he liked doing your hair. it came from watching his mother do his sister's hair. he was a fast learner from just simply observing. you teased him for being a hairdresser in a previous life.

"all done," he mumbled, snapping you out of your daze. you turned around, craning your neck to give him a gentle kiss.

"thanks, baby."

"anytime, honey."

#Spotify #HAPPY BIRTHDAY AVA!! 🫶🏻 🫶🏻#timothée chalamet x reader #timothée chalamet #timothée chalamet x you #timothée chalamet x y/n #reader insert #fluff #rpf #real person fanfiction

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spicywhenspeaking · 5 months

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If I'm There: Chapter Nine

read from part one

Noah and Natalie meet in high school and developed a relationship through their love of music and art. Falling in love, innocent and young, they think nothing can keep them apart. However, sometimes in the pursuit of your dreams the things we love the most get left behind

warnings: mentions of alcohol abuse

As I’m scrambling to get out of bed I check my phone and see I have several missed messages.

Kyle: you skipping today?? Tried to wake you up. 7:30am

Maggie: Hey girl ! Late bell just rang! Where are you? 8:05am

Noah: tried to catch you after 1st, did you leave class early? 9:30am

I finish throwing on my clothes tripping over my jean leg and respond to Noah’s text.

Natalie: I just woke up. Slept through my alarm. 10:05am

Natalie: I missed my test. 10:05am

Noah: Fuck. Natty, I’m so sorry. 10:06am

Natalie: can you come get me? 10:06am

Natalie: my moms passed out. she can’t drive me. 10:08am

Noah: Of course. Give me 10 minutes, I just need to get out of Spanish real quick. 10:09am

Natalie: I had Senor Gomez last year, if you tell him you’re coming to get me maybe he’ll just let you leave. 10:09am

Noah: wow. Okay, I said it was for you and he practically shoved me out the door. 10:13am

Noah: I’m on my way. 10:15am

Noah gets to my house 15 minutes later. I missed Econ and Art but I’ll be able to make it to anatomy to turn in my project. I rush downstairs and out the front door when I get his “I’m here” text. On the drive to school Noah continues to profusely apologize for getting me home so late last night. “Noah, you didn’t do it on purpose and I’m the one that overslept. You can’t blame yourself for me not hearing my alarm.” I say, trying to calm his nerves. Despite having some frustration about what happened last night, it’s not like Noah planned for us to be stuck in traffic. “I agreed to come to the show. I knew there was a chance I might get home late. I’ll talk to my Econ teacher and maybe they’ll let me take it during my free period.” He reaches across the seat and squeezes my knee. “I should have paid more attention to the time last night, leaving so late was my fault.” I cover his hand with mine, “I forgive you Noah. I’ll talk to Mr. Mattson before I go to my anatomy class. I’m sure it will all work out.” Noah pulls into the senior parking lot and puts the car in park. Before I unbuckle my seatbelt he’s leaning over and kissing me tenderly, “I know I’ve apologized an annoying amount but I’ll say it again. I’m really sorry Natty.” Laughing softly I kiss him back and we exit the car. Holding hands he walks me to my Econ class and we agree to meet after school so he can drive me to work.

I walk into the class and Mr. Mattson looks up from his lunch to greet me “oh hello there Natalie, we missed you this morning. Is everything okay? Unlike you to miss class.” I run my fingers through my hair and take a deep breath. “I know, I’m so sorry for not being here this morning. I woke up with a horrible headache and just couldn’t get out of bed for a while.” A big fat lie. “ Is there any way I could make up the test?” I plead with him. “I have my last period free, could I take it then?” He thinks about it briefly before slowly nodding his head “okay, I’ll make an exception this once.” He looks up to me with a more serious look before continuing “only because you have such a high average and I’d hate for something like this to affect it.” I let loose the breath I didn’t know I was holding and feel so much relief. “Thank you so much!”

I make my way to Anatomy and turn in my project, the rest of class goes by fast and then I head to Mr. Mattson’s class to take my test.

After the test, I walk to where Noah and I usually meet and find him in a less than friendly looking conversation with my brother. A few people are staring and I’m hoping I can get to them before anyone throws a punch.

“I knew you would fuck up her life somehow, you realize with out good grades she’s stuck here” Kyle fumes at Noah. I'm honestly stunned by Kyles words, does he actually care about my future? “I already talked to your sister about this Kyle and apologized to her.” Noah barks back. “ I don’t owe you any explanation. Dick” he finishes. “Fuck you Davis.” Kyle pushes Noah back harshly and I move faster to approach and step between the two. Noah is taller but Kyle is bigger and stronger. “Stop it.” I look at the two of them. “This is fucking embarrassing, both of you are acting ridiculous.” I turn to Noah “can I talk to my brother and meet you at your car?” He hesitates but then nods sharply and heads to his car and I turn to Kyle.

“I don’t understand what your weird protective bullshit is Kyle, but you lost the ground to tell people how to treat me after trying to choke me out last spring” I say and he bristles. “I apologized for that,” He whispers harshly. “I just - you care about school, grades, making a better life for yourself and he cares about making music, becoming a rockstar. You can’t let him distract you from everything you’ve worked for.” I roll my eyes. “You barely apologize if we’re being honest and you just don’t like Noah so you don’t want me around him.” I continue, “we’re dating Kyle, not engaged to be married. You’re talking about the future like I have to decide right now. I'm happy, can I can't just be happy?”

He’s trying to even out his breathing and calm down, apparently something he’s been working on in therapy. “Okay. Fine. Be happy. For now. But I don’t want to hear your shit when it all falls apart Natalie. It will. And you’ll expect me to care because I love you.” He moves closer. “He isn’t thinking about your future sis. I know you think you’re in love and it’s all going to be sunshine and fucking rainbows.” I flinch at his tone. “But you want to go to college,you want stability, a real fucking life. He wants to play music to thousands of adoring fans around the world. How does that work out well for you?” He’s looking into my eyes, looking through me. “It’s fun now, but you are going to get hurt.” I push him further back “screw you Kyle. Worry about your own life” I turn to walk to where Noah is waiting by his car.

I know Kyle is just trying to mess with my head. But why is it working? He’s not entirely wrong though, college has always been my plan, art school and then…well I don’t know exactly. Maybe I’d be an illustrator, graphic designer, or I could sell my prints at a farmers market until I’m 80 and live in a shack. But, why does it even matter right now? Senior year just started, we have plenty of time to figure all of that out. I must look like I’m thinking really hard because as I approach Noah’s car he says “maybe you want to give that ol’ thinker a break for the evening Natty.” He taps his own head to emphasize his point. “Just forget whatever he said, it was probably only meant to hurt you or confuse you or piss you off.” He comes over to my side and opens the door for me to climb in. “Come on, I’ll take you to work and then maybe after you could come over?” He winks and kisses me on the corner of my mouth. “Oh, it’s a tempting offer indeed.” I tease him. “We’ll see” I wink back at him. I’m obviously going over and he knows it.

Laying down in Noahs’ bed at the end of the day, I can't help but replay the conversation I had with Kyle after school. What would happen if I got into art school across the country? Would Noah and I try long distance? Would he follow me and play music there? I should talk to him about it. Turning over in bed to face him, I'm met with his sleeping face, snoring softly. I run my finger down the slope of his face and sigh. I guess it can wait until morning.

But, when morning comes I’m awoken to my phone sounding off over and over with the ringtone I set for Kyle in 7th grade. “Why is the Imperial March waking us up at 7 in the morning. On a Saturday.” Noah grumbles from behind me. I grab at my phone half asleep and answer. “Hello” my sleepy voice rasps out. “Natalie-". I sit up at the sound of my brothers cracking voice on the other end. “It’s mom- she- I found her this morning.” Trying to remain calm even though my sleepy thoughts are creating the worst possible scenario. “What happened Kyle?” I managed to get out. “I thought she was asleep- well passed out but you know. I tried to move her to her room and she -“ he broke off as I hear his breath catching. It sounds like he’s coming down from a panic attack. “She what Kyle!? What happened to mom?”

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Friday On My Mind - One Shot (Tom Hiddleston/OFC)

Hello everyone! I'm back with a one shot, because the lovely @finchbaggins is celebrating her birthday today, and I wanted to make it maybe a bit more special for her.

So, check out the one-shot here or under the cut. Thank you for reading, and happy birthday!

Monday mornin' feels so bad Ev'rybody seems to nag me Comin' Tuesday I feel better Even my old man looks good Wed'sday just don't go Thursday goes too slow I've got Friday on my mind

Gonna have fun in the city Be with my girl, she's so pretty She looks fine tonight She is out of sight to me Tonight I'll spend my bread, tonight I'll lose my head, tonight I've got to get to night Monday I'll have Friday on my mind

Friday on my mind by The Easybeats

Tom and Carla both had become to love Fridays – again. It wasn’t just because this was how they had mad back in the day. ‘Back in the day’ being seven years ago now, when Carla Cookson attended her first class with the famous actor Tom Hiddleston. The attraction had been there from the beginning, but of course the two of them hadn’t acted on it, then. No, that came later, as soon – literally – as she’d graduated.

Their first year together had been tough. Not because they hadn’t been happy. But Carla hadn’t made it, yet. It had been slow, she had questioned every decision she had made before, the only good thing being that it had let her to Tom. And then… then there had been that call on her birthday, a call she could still remember today, because it had given her the first bigger role in her career. And it had started it all.

Now, Carla was sitting in front of a large mirror, a bowl with some green salad, vegetables and chicken in front of her. Eating, before Susie would come in and do her hair and make-up. Huh. She really had someone to do it for her now. Back when she’d done her first roles, it was her own responsibility. It had been small productions, but now… Now she was the lead role, now she had someone to take care of it for her. It was nice, it was relaxing, she was able to concentrate a little more. Not that it got to her head. It was just… nice.

And it was a Friday. She really loved that part, as a Friday meant that Tom would come home from set for the weekend. He was shooting a movie up in Scotland, and while there were planes available, they had both agreed that they could spend these three months like this. It wasn’t the first time they were doing this. Tom had been busy as well, and while she knew they both missed each other, Carla also knew that both of them wanted the other to live their dreams. And at the moment that was still acting. There were so many roles out there for them which they still hadn’t explored.

Carla was happy that a Friday afternoon like this one meant she would come home to their house – she had moved into his London home a bit over a year ago, now – and find not only Bobby but also Tom inside. She smiled. She couldn’t help it, it just happened as soon as she thought of her boyfriend. She shook her head. Ridiculous. She was a grown woman, no need to act like a teenager. She was 39, this wasn’t her first love. But what a love it was.

A knock on her door brought Carla back into the room, startled. “Come in,” she called, still a little distracted, rolling her eyes at herself.

“Hi,” the stage manager Mary chirped. “I’ve got something for you.”

Carla looked at the door, now curious, but Mary was already gone. Instead, the door opened wider, and a head full of brownish curls appeared.

“Hi there,” Tom greeted her, rushing in and closing the door behind him. He grinned, looking a little smug. “Surprise!”

The squeal that escaped her would be embarrassing later, and Carla would never admit to making such a noise. She would admit to jumping from her chair, almost knocking over her salad bowl before placing it on the table, and running straight into Tom arms, this time almost knocking him over.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, face buried in Tom’s chest, before Carla looked up, not giving him the chance to answer as she was already kissing him.

“Hm,” he mumbled. “Right now? Kissing you.”

“Funny.”

“I thought so.”

For the next moments none of them had the time to tease the other, their lips were occupied with kissing, sucking, teasing. And moaning, there was a bit of that as well. At least until Carla moved back slightly, breathing heavily.

“Ugh.”

Tom raised a brow at that. “Thanks?”

Grinning, she hit his chest with her hand. “Not what I meant. You can’t rile me up like that. I’ve got some monologues to remember, and this is really not helping.”

“So, no more kissing?”

“Eh, maybe a little more later?” They grinned at each other, happy to be in each other’s arms. “What are you doing here, though?”

“We finished early today,” Tom shrugged. “And I thought maybe I get to see what you’re up to these days? See if I can make you forget those lines?”

Carla gasped. “Don’t you dare try that! But please, watch. I’d be happy to perform for you.”

“Just on stage, or…?”

“Tom!”

***

Tom had been looking forward to this all week. Ever since he met Carla all those years ago, Fridays had been the days he was enjoying the most. He got to see her, he got to spend time with her, and ever since Carla had become a household name in the theatre Friday nights were the nights he cherished most during the week.

They were able to sleep in on the Saturdays, so often they would go out after a performance. Or – when he was away filming – these nights were the ones they would reconnect. He would come to the set on Mondays with a smile on his face, no matter how shitty or exhausting the previous week had been. She grounded him. He wanted to spend every day of every week like this. Forever. So, he would ask her. Tonight.

Oh God, he was nervous. Not because he was going to ask, or because he didn’t know what to say – he knew he was good with words – and not because he wasn’t sure of Carla’s love. But Tom knew she was independent, highly so. He also knew that she wasn’t keen on doing anything the traditional way, at least not since she’d found her true passion in acting. But damn him if he didn’t love her even more for it. But he wouldn’t force her to be with him in the possibly most traditional way of all. And Tom didn’t know if his heart could handle a rejection.

“Okay, I’m ready,” Carla’s voice came from the direction of the small bathroom that came with her dressing room. Tom startled, but he sent her a – hopefully – confident smile. He got this.

“Good, let’s go!”

She shot him a look that was at least a bit suspicious, but maybe those were just his nerves. “Are we going to the pub? Have a bit of a relaxing late-night meal? Or,” she asked as she came closer and managed to make him so very ready to leave all of his plans behind, with the sway of her hips and the cocky grin on her face, “would you rather we go straight home?”

Oh, he definitely wanted to go straight home. But that would ruin his surprise. “We should go … somewhere, I think.” Another suspicious look, another smile planted on his face. He was acting the hell out of this here. “I’d like to take you out.”

“Is this another one of those surprises I don’t like?”

That did make him chuckle. “In the end you always do.”

***

She did, she really did. Tom knew it, Carla knew it, but it at least made her feel a bit more independent when she fought him on his big surprises for her. Hiding a smile, Carla had gotten into the back of the cab with him, trying to ignore the fact that the driver seemed to know exactly where to go, and by now a confused frown had found its way on her face. This was not the direction she thought they would go. And then the car stopped in front of the RADA building.

“Come on,” Tom urged after paying and tipping for the ride. He took her hand, dragging her along towards the building.

“Did you forget to tell me something?”

It really wasn’t what she expected when they talked about dinner and taking her out. It wasn’t the most romantic place. Plus, there wasn’t any food except for vending machines and the cafeteria which was closed at this time of the night.

“Nope.”

They made small talk all the way through the building – a way to distract her, maybe? Or was Tom nervous? He talked a lot most of the time, but this was excessive even for him. He was funny though, and Carla loved to spend time with him, no matter the amount of talking that came along with it.

Both of them got quiet, though, when they arrived in front of an all too familiar door. They had spent many hours of many Fridays for three years in this place.

“Why are we here?” she asked, noticing Tom fidgeting right next to her.

“I thought we could spend some time here again?” It was more of another question than an answer, but Carla didn’t have time to react to it. Tom opened the door and led her in.

“Tom, I…,” she gasped. His old office that by now belonged to another mentor, Carla suspected, was bathed in candlelight. In the middle of the room there were a table with two chairs, wine glasses, cutlery and plates for two on top of it.

“Would you like to eat dinner here with me?” he asked before she had a chance to realise what was happening. What was happening exactly? “We never got the chance to really do so back in the day.” But they didn’t even make it to the table. Before they could reach it, Tom turned around. “Actually. I need to do something first.”

And then – and Carla knew she probably shouldn’t be surprised, because she’d felt it all evening if she was honest – he was down on one knee.

“Carla Cookson,” he started, smiling up at her, taking on hand of hers in both of his, “every day I thank my lucky stars that you’re the strong willed and confident woman that you are. It made you choose to follow your dreams even when you were unsure about it. And that led you into this room and to me. I can’t and won’t imagine how my life would look right now, if I hadn’t met you the moment I had. It would be sad and boring and oh so quiet. I want your loudness around me, I want your quirks, I want to watch you on stage for the rest of my life, I want to spend my Fridays with just you. Would you let me? Make you my wife? Make me your husband?”

When Tom took out the small box, Carla couldn’t even see him or the ring, tears blurring her vision. But she could nod, and she could get on her knees with him.

“I really need you to say something,” she heard Tom chuckle. “Make this real, please.”

“Yes,” she answered. And her heart burst with love as she realised that she had finally made it. The acting was great, her new life as well, but this meant more than any of that, because it was Tom. “Yes, please.”

***

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10 OffGun-ish fics you should read

So I’m coming up on my anniversary soon. This month it’s been a year since my first OffGun story I’ve published. Within this year, I’ve read and wrote a ton of OffGun. So I thought I’d celebrate the occasion by recognizing some of my favorites from the fandom. These are not really in any particular order, so please keep that in mind. I’m not ranking one over the other. And each story has its own special things I like about them. Some of my favorite tropes I tend to gravitate towards are slow burn, pining, angst, smut, humor, switching (be it sexual position or partner), happy endings, & getting together stories. Almost all of these stories have a couple of these things in them. So without further ado, the list~

1) Picking Flowers by allourheroes | 13.3k, Explicit, Pick/Rome

Ya’ll, it was so hard to pick a story by this author. I like a lot of their stories and honestly anything you read by them is going to slam. But there are two stories I think back on even months later. This is one of them. The synopsis of this story is that Pick (as a veterinarian) sometimes has to take care of supernatural creatures. And as such, he comes across a half-pixie named Rome. It’s just such a unique take on Pick/Rome and even though it’s a fantasy AU, their personalities still shine through. It’s cute, romantic, a little angsty, and honestly I remember it being a little slow burn too. Just a very very cute story and definitely worth the read.

2) our hands speak for us by Rioana | 12.1k, Explicit, Off/Gun

K this author has three works, and honestly you should read all of them. I’m not even kidding here. Rioana just gets Gun. Her first story is basically an extensive character study on Gun and as you read through it, you just accept it as reality. Her stories just make sense as plausible explanations, and the same can be said for our hands speak for us. The premise of this story is set during Puppy Honey era, and Gun casually decides to give Off a blowjob to get him to be more comfortable to work with. Then things go from there. I won’t spoil it too much, but be forewarned, Off is not painted in the best light here. This is during his earlier filming career with Gun. As such, there is real situations referenced and the whole thing feels like we’re just going back in time. It’s very real. But very good.

3) A Savage Gang by piningbisexuals | 53.4k, Explicit, Khai/Third

Maybe an unpopular opinion, but this is my favorite Theory of Love story. It’s definitely a darker, more gritty tale. This was inspired by the Not Me trailer and what resulted was an amazing story where the Savage Gang are actually...well, a gang. There’s drugs, there’s sex, there’s the typical Third pining over Khai. It has everything I ever wanted in a story and the slow burn is just ughhh. So well done. This is a story that sticks around and stays in your head for weeks later. If you’re going to read any Theory of Love story, read this one.

4) make a wish by Feyrelynn | 7.7k, Explicit, Off/Gun

This was the very first OffGun story I bookmarked, so it kinda has a special place in my heart. I’d been dabbling in the fandom, going absolutely feral over edits of these two clingy men, and then I stumbled across this story and that was pretty much it for me. This is a birthday fic, with a very simple concept. Off places a wish on his birthday to see what life would be like if he was really with Gun. And then he gets his glimpse into that reality. Short, simple, and adorably sexy.

5) Provocation by hedgielettuce | 5k, Explicit, Third/Khai

Ok, if you are at all familiar with the things I write/read, this one won’t come as any shock to people on why it’s listed here. This is by far the sexiest Theory of Love story I’ve ever read. And why? Because this author embraces BOSSY THIRD. One of the reasons I love Third so much is because he calls the shots. He instills fear into his hot shot playboy boyfriend. He’s not playing. And this story expands on it, going so far as to show a jealous dom side to Third that makes perfect sense and leaves Khai in shambles.

6) love and eggs are best when they are fresh by pancakelady | 10.7k, Teen, Sean/White

Making this list made me realize I’m sorely lacking on Sean/White stories to recommend lmao. I think the reason being is that I just love their canon story so much. So, I don’t feel the need to read more about them? Does that make any sense? I dunno. But either way, this story stuck out more than any other for this particular pairing. It’s the classic high school AU where they are partnered to take care of a “child” for a school project. The “child” being an egg. This is just a very fucking cute story and pretty wholesome too. I think it’s the only story not rated E that I’ll be reccing, so there ya go haha.

7) The Initiation Series by pallidvixen | 30k+, Explicit, Pick Your Not Me Pairing, it’s all there

Now for the complete opposite of wholesome because I’m fucked up like that lmao. Wow. What’s there to say about this one? Well, for one, it’s a series. You have to read each story because it gradually builds up and gets crazier as it goes. But the basic premise is that Gumpa has an initiation ceremony that all the members of the gang must undergo to prove their loyalty and devotion to the cause. The ceremony? Group sex. It’s everyone fucking everyone. Gumpa with big dom energy, Black just pissed off and not wanting to be there, Gram being an eager fluffer for Black, Sean the virgin, Yok the slut...it’s just. It’s so fucking amazing. And shocking. And I could write so much more but I’ll stop. I get it’s not everyone’s cup of tea but ya’ll. This is the story I think about more than any other, it’s so fucking messed up and perfect.

8) Meant to Be by lililyyli | 76k, Explicit, Maetee/T-Rex

Ya’ll. I have a specific need, and it’s more of this pairing. I started this story because on the word count alone, ngl. Finding longer OffGun stories in general is such a rare treat. But to have one for this pairing too? Sign me the fuck up. The plot on this one was super cute too. Maetee has magical powers and is an exorcist, meanwhile T-Rex is a demon. Together they run into each other as kids and grow up as friends. Things happen, they part ways. They come back as adults and slowly fall in love with each other. I just remember binge reading this entire story in a day, it was so interesting and cute and lovely. And I still think about Maetee getting to dress up as a princess.

9) How Old My Heart by Xagan | 44.3k, Mature, Khai/Third

Ok one of my favorite tropes to read is pining. The thing is with this story is that all the pining is off screen. It's in the background. And it's fucking brilliant. As the reader, you get to piece it all together. You get to watch Khai wait and wait, always playing off as this fuckboy friend. You get to watch Third fall in and out of love with someone else. You then finally get to watch them both come together and create something beautiful, only for one to think it's all casual, the other not. It's a slow burn story, but well worth the read, and the ending was just perfect.

10) there’s a word for it by smyx | 8.7k, Explicit, Yok/Everyone

Lol so this story isn't even technically OffGun focused. This author has written some spicy stories that do feature more OG pairings, but, y'all. This story has a special place in my heart and there's a reason I'm reccing it over the others. It has charm. It is hilarious. Yok is basically a flirty slut who works his way around the gang. Yet in the end, he ends up attempting a threesome with SeanWhite and lol. It's so bad. I just like how sometimes the sex isn't omg amazingly mind-blowing. There is a realness there that I appreciated reading. And Yok's casual approach was just adorable and had me roaring with laughter throughout.

💚 If you've gotten to the end, thanks for reading my list! I'll probably be creating a new list for next year. Drop your recs in the comments! I'm always looking forward to reading new content of OffGun and their associated ships. 💚

#offgun #fic recs #fic list #real person fanfiction #not me #theory of love #i'm tee me too #puppy honey #puppy honey 2 #off jumpol #gun atthaphan #khai third #sean white #pick rome

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Elliyoyo's Masterlist (04/2024)

This has everything from my entire time on Tumblr (2017 to now). Being updated as I post more, and edited when one of my brain cells kick in. Hope you enjoy, love you guys <3

Baldur's Gate 3:

Adverse Effects (Gale Dekarios) - You give Gale a ring to help his condition, but don't check its magical properties first. He ends up hot and bothered, and that's on you, good leader.

Burn Notice:

I Wanna Get Freaky On Camera (Sam Axe) - You get bored and strike up some spicy chit chat with your boyfriend Michael while on a stake out... Oh shit, is that Michael?

Playing Couple's Therapist (Sam Axe) - You and Fiona grab a couple drinks, and to no surprise, Sam shows up to get drunk beside friends. But friends turns to more when you make a confession he won't let you avoid.

Fallout:

The First High (Hancock) - You have a sesh with everyone's favorite mayor. Shooting the shit and taking some hits... Not the worst way the apocalypse could be going.

Hamilton:

I Make the Reporter Beat Box (Lin Manuel Miranda) - You're interviewing LMM and he decides to make you beatbox for him.

SlytherLin (Lin Manuel Miranda) - For Lin, the boggart turns into a battered and beaten version of you. He realizes some things, and acts on them.

When the Clock Strikes Twelve (Modern!Lafayette) - You get a kiss at midnight from the resident French man.

Saved (Modern!Alexander Hamilton) - You're fed up and decide its time to end it, but a peculiar stranger talks you down.

Home (Modern!George Washington) - Your identifying as trans has taken you down a dark, terrifying road with your family. Luckily, your childhood best friend George gives you the option to leave that behind and live with him.

Horror Films:

Hell Hath No Fury Like Two Mad Scientists Scorned (Herbert West) - Dan and Meg try to care for you after Dr. Hill nearly forces himself on you, but nobody would've thought Herbert would've been the one to actually help you.

Say That One More Time? (Herbert West + Dan Cain) - You make an announcement that blows both boys' minds... once Herbert takes a moment to process it.

Herbert West/Reader/Dan Cain Poly HCs - How the boys would be in a relationship, SFW and NSFW.

Marvel:

Christmas Eve (Bucky Barnes) - Bucky is away on a mission, and you give him one last call before Christmas.

Decorating the Tree (Bucky Barnes) - You and Bucky can't seem to keep your hands to yourself while decorating Tony's humongous XXXL Christmas tree.

Eleven O'Clock (Jessica Jones) - You're desperate to find your cat, so you visit an old friend and rekindle some flames between you two.

The Infamous Pancake Order (Loki Laufeyson) - Loki accidentally orders 37 boxes of pancake mix. That's it. That's the fic.

Kissing Under the Mistletoe (Loki Laufeyson) - Thanks to Mr. Wonderful Tony Stark, you and the newest Avenger friend end up having a small lesson in Midgardian traditions.

Dark Blue Suit (Tom Hiddleston) - You just can't help yourself when Tom dresses himself up all dapper for interviews or red carpets.

Baking Cookies (Natasha Romanoff) - You will simply perish if you stop sneaking cookie dough from the bowl Nat is scooping from... but you might actually die if she keeps catching you.

Cookie Craving (Peter Parker) - Late night munchie shenanigans. You two just want some cookies, but you're not the brightest bulbs.

Nightmare (Peter Parker) - You have a nightmare about Peter dying while you helplessly sit there. Even at 3am, he answers your hurried call and comes over.

Pucker Up, Parker (Peter Parker) - Your boyfriend lets you do his makeup, and you get overwhelmed by how well he pulls it off.

Stealing Sweaters (Peter Parker) - After a long night of fun, you have some breakfast with Peter in his sweater.

Visiting Family (Peter Parker) - You're Tony Stark's daughter, he's Tony Stark's kid genius. All anyone can see when they look at you is your father... until Peter Parker and his Aunt.

Wrapping Presents (Pietro Maximoff) - The speedster helps you get your Christmas wrapping done in the blink of an eye, and he expects a thank you.

Movie Night (Wade Wilson) - You sit down to have a nice movie night with your boyfriend, but he's a dick and decides to pick a horror movie instead of one you can bang to.

Accidental Text (Steve Rogers) - You drunk sext Cap, and when you try to go about your day the next morning, of course he's right there.

Getting Lost in the Mall (Steve Rogers) - You lose your boyfriend in a crowd of fangirls, but you use that time separated to your advantage.

Happy Century, Captain! (Steve Rogers) - Cap is 100! Such a special number calls for a very special gift.

Steve's Jacket (Steve Rogers) - You accidentally throw Cap's signature jacket in the wash while he's away on a mission and it hits you hard.

Cuddling by the Fire (Thor Odinson) - You want to warm up on a cold Winter night, so what better way than to cuddle up to a fire with a book and your godly boyfriend?

Playing in the Snow (Thor Odinson) - You start a snowball fight with a God to show him your planet's culture. Not the best idea.

Holiday Party (Tony Stark) - Tony accidentally spills a drink on you during one of his parties, but don't worry, he makes it up to you.

Ugly Sweaters (Tony Stark) - You and Tony try to one-up each other for ugliest sweater and he plays dirty to see what your contender is.

Mötley Crüe:

Just Another Threesome (Vince Neil) - You and your rockstar boyfriend give a random fan the time of her life to get rid of pre-show jitters.

Walk-Ins Accepted (Tommy Lee) - You get off a shift early and stumble upon your drummer roomie in quite the state.

Queen:

Good Girl (Roger Taylor) - Sequel to Naughty School Girl. More submissive Roger, since he enjoyed the last time so much.

Naughty School Girl (Roger Taylor) - You just can't help yourself when you see Roger dressed up for the I Want to Break Free video.

Supernatural:

Traditions (Castiel) - You and the boys enlighten Cas on human New Years Eve traditions.

Nose Kisses (Dean Winchester) - You and Dean put your toddler to bed with plenty of kisses.

First Date (Sam Winchester) - Sam intervenes when some drunk guy decides to pick on you at the bar and thank god for it because you secured yourself a date with the moose.

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imnotoverlyobsessive · 8 months

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Moodboard by @softhecreator

Mr. Chalamet

chapter six: i found you

AO3 info one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven epilogue

All my work is 18+.

Said “I’m fine”, but it wasn’t true. I don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you. And I snuck in through the garden gate every night that summer just to seal my fate, and I screamed for whatever it’s worth, “I love you”, ain’t that the worst you ever heard? He looks up, grinning like a devil.- Taylor Swift, Cruel Summer

Summer—or at least not-quite-three- months they’d spent together in almost entirely uninterrupted bliss that she had come to think of as summer—came to a close at the end of August.

One afternoon, Lea was perched on the ledge of the hot tub, her legs over Tim’s shoulders as he ate her out. Their swimsuits had long since been abandoned in a wet heap nearby.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groaned against her clit, “you’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you?”

“Uh huh,” she whined, rolling her hips mindlessly.

“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged. “Cum for me. Cum for me like a good girl.”

And then he was sucking her clit, and—

And she burst, moaning his name.

He didn’t give her any time to recover before he was pulling her back into the hot tub and into his lap.

“Want you to sit on it,” he murmured.

“Yes,” she gasped out, immediately lowering herself onto him, the water lapping at her breasts.

“Fuck, Lea,” he groaned, throwing his head back against the edge of the hot tub, his hair dripping onto the tile. “God, you’re so tight.” He squeezed her hips, encouraging her to rock back and forth, fucking herself on his cock. “That’s it, sweetheart.”

“Tim,” she moaned. “You fill me up so good.”

“So sexy,” he muttered, digging his fingers into her ass. “Fuckin’ hell, babydoll, I’ll never have enough of this pussy.”

“I’ll never have enough of you, either,” she gasped out, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning in to kiss him, her sensitive nipples brushing against his chest. “You feel so good, I feel—“

“What do you feel, angel?” he asked softly, cupping her cheek. “Tell me.”

“I feel so close to you,” Lea admitted.

He smiled against her lips. “You like being close to me?”

“I love being close to you,” she confessed.

“I love you,” he whispered.

She froze. “You— you what?”

“I’m in love with you, Lea.” He trailed a hand up her back, threading his fingers into her hair.

“You are?” She couldn’t believe her ears. He loved her? Why? How?

“You sound surprised,” he chuckled, peppering kisses over her jaw and down her neck. “I told you this would happen, didn’t I?”

“I didn’t think you were serious,” she squeaked out.

Tim pulled back slightly, frowning. “Of course I was serious. I wouldn’t joke about something like that.” He paused, searching her face. “Is me loving you a bad thing?” Then, “Do you not love me back?”

She locked down, twisting her fingers behind his neck. “It’s… it’s not that,” she said softly. “I just don’t understand.”

“What don’t you understand?” he asked patiently, rubbing her back in a way she knew was intended to comfort her, ease her anxiety.

“It doesn’t make any sense for you to, like…” She gulped. “To feel that way about me.”

“Why not, love?”

She shuddered in delight at him calling her that. “It just doesn’t. I dunno.”

He cupped her cheek then, pulling her in for a long, passionate kiss. When she was panting and desperate for him again, he pulled back and said, “Love doesn’t have to make sense. I found you, I love you, and I’m not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth.” He waited for her to respond, but all she seemed capable of was blinking at him wordlessly. “Now then,” he went on, “all that remains is if you love me, too.”

Lea buried her face in his neck. “Of course I love you, Tim,” she confessed. “I think I’ve loved you my whole life.”

“God, sweetheart,” he breathed, wrapping both arms around her and holding her close. “Can I keep you?”

“I’m yours,” she promised. “I’ll always be yours.”

“And I’m yours.” He fisted a hand in her hair. “Kiss me, love. Lemme feel your lips on mine. Please.”

Lea immediately righted herself and obeyed, pouring all the love and adoration she felt for him into the kiss. Her very soul belonged to him, and she wanted him to know it, to feel it.

He trailed his hands down her sides, brushing her breasts and moving down to grasp her hips. “Ride me, baby,” he encouraged. “Feel me.”

She leaned her forehead against his, pressing herself closer to him and rolling her hips. “I love you,” she told him again. Now that it was out in the open, now that he knew how she felt, it was pouring out of her like a fountain, and she felt like she couldn’t say it enough. “I love you so much.”

“You’d do anything for me?” he groaned against her lips. “Anything I asked of you, anything to please me?”

“Anything,” she agreed without hesitation, nodding vehemently. “God, just— as long as I can be with you, I don’t care about anything else. Just hold me, please. Love me back. That’s all I want.”

“I’ll hold you till the fuckin’ world ends,” he swore, kissing her desperately. “Till the sun explodes and the stars burn out. Even after that, I don’t think I could let you go. Not ever.”

Tears filled her eyes, and she rocked her hips harder. “I want that,” she breathed. “I want everything with you.”

“Would you…” He swallowed. “Would you have a baby with me?” When she froze again, he hastily added, “Not— not now, of course. Not for another few years at least. But… someday? Would you want to?”

It was weird being embarrassed when he was literally inside her, but she blushed anyway. “I’d have one with you now if I could.”

Tim smiled giddily. “Yeah?”

She nodded. “I love you, and I do… I want that with you.”

“I bet you’d look so fuckin’ sexy pregnant,” he practically growled. “Tits all swollen, my baby inside you ‘cause of how good I fucked you, filled you with my cum.” When she whimpered, he smirked. “You want that, sweetheart? You want me to get you pregnant, fuck you till I knock you up?”

“Yes, please,” she whined, rocking her hips back and forth. “I wanna— I wanna have your baby, want you to get me pregnant, I want it I want it want it—“

“Greedy little thing,” he chided. “Got you addicted to my cock, didn’t I? To the way I fuck you?”

“Mhm,” she gasped out. “Fuck, you’re so big, please don’t stop—“

“Take it,” he growled, driving up into her. “Take this fuckin’ dick, baby. Bounce on it, c’mon.”

She did so, obediently lifting herself off of him, water dripping down her breasts and splashing around them as she lowered herself back down. She repeated the motion, then again and again until she was fucking herself on his cock as hard and fast as she could. “God, Tim,” she moaned, throwing her head back. “More. Fuck me, fuck me, please—“

“Good girl,” he murmured, aiding her movements with one hand and grabbing her breast with the other, yanking it down towards him. He took her nipple into his mouth, suckling deeply, and she moaned again.

“Fuck,” she whimpered, fisting a hand in his wet curls and holding him against her. “Fuck, don’t stop, please don’t stop, fuck me like that, like that—“

“My dirty little slut,” he said against her skin. “Fucking herself on my cock, begging me for more.”

“Never get enough of you,” Lea admitted with a whine. “You feel so good.”

“So do you, babydoll,” he said darkly. “Perfect little pussy, so tight for me, pleasuring me whenever I want, letting me split you open on my dick whenever I want.”

She bounced faster, her walls clenching around him as if to pull him in deeper, impossibly deeper. God but he filled her up so perfectly.

“You wanna cum, love?” he asked, taking her nipple between his teeth and tugging lightly. “You wanna cum all over my cock?”

“Yes yes yes yes yes yes—“ she chanted desperately. “Please Tim, please make me cum, I wanna feel it, wanna cum with you inside me, please—“

“Good girl, asking for what you want,” he praised, reaching between them and rubbing her clit. She moaned, leaning closer to him and switching to rocking her hips instead of bouncing on him. “That’s it, sweetheart. Feels good, huh?”

“Uh huh,” she whined, her skin tingling as her orgasm neared. “‘m gonna cum, fuck, Tim, ‘m gonna cum—“

“Cum for me, Lea,” he encouraged. “Lemme have it. Sweet girl, I love you so much. Cum for me, darling.”

She came with a whine, her hips bucking against his.

“Good girl,” Tim praised quietly, pulling her in close. “Such a good girl for me.” With that, he lifted her up and lay her down on the edge of the hot top, standing up and slamming back into her.

“Ah!” she cried out, her body jolting from the force of his thrusts.

“Wanna cum in you,” he panted, gripping her thighs and watching as her breasts bounced. “Fill you up, fuck a baby into you.”

“Yes,” she breathed, staring up at him with wide eyes and desperately wishing she wasn’t on birth control. “Give me your baby, Tim. Get me pregnant.”

“I will,” he swore, leaning down to cup her cheek and kiss her roughly, sucking her tongue into his mouth. “Fuck, Lea, I’m gonna cum.”

“Give it to me,” she pleaded. “Fill me with it.”

He groaned into her mouth, his thrusts deep and halting until they came to a stop. “I love you,” Tim said softly, peppering kisses on her face. “I love you so much, Lea.”

She giggled. “I love you, too.”

He pulled out of her and rolled over to his side, kissing her slowly. Lovingly. Trailing a hand down her stomach and between her thighs, he pushed his cum back into her. She whimpered softly against his mouth, lifting her hips and rolling them up against his hand.

“I want all this inside you,” he murmured, kissing her deeply.

“Tim,” she gasped as he began to rub her clit. “God, that’s—“

And then his phone sounded from a nearby bench.

She jolted, startled, and he groaned in annoyance and stood up, strolling over to the bench and grabbing his phone. “Yeah? Oh, hey, sweetie. Okay, yeah, give me a second, I was, uh… I was in the pool. Yeah, I’ll see you in a sec.”

He put his phone back down and looked at Lea, panic in his eyes. She propped herself up on her elbows, ignoring the way his cum seeped out of her.

Suddenly, it clicked in her head. “Fuck,” she hissed, scrambling to her feet. “I— I forgot she was coming home today!”

“No, no,” he said hurriedly. “I did, too. She’s— she’s at the door, she doesn’t know you’re here—“

“It wouldn’t be any better if she did know I was here, there’s no reason for me to be here—“

“Well, okay, that’s not entirely true,” he corrected. Lea glared at him, and he went on, “Okay, look, it’ll be fine, let me just… put my trunks back on, you go through the kitchen door and up the secondary staircase.”

“How am I gonna get past Elle?” she asked frantically, already making her way up the stairs.

He yanked his swim trunks up over his hipbones. “Oh, fuck, uh… I’ll distract her, I’ll make sure she stays outside. As long as you stay away from the front door, she won’t see you. Count to sixty and then go inside. Text me when you get upstairs. I won’t see it, but I’ll feel my phone vibrate and I’ll know we’re safe. Okay?”

Lea nodded, and he took the stairs two at a time to reach her, cupping her cheek and leaning down to kiss her.

“I love you,” he murmured against her lips.

“I love you, too,” she giggled blissfully.

“I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

Lea nodded, and he went inside.

She counted to sixty like he’d said, then she opened the door to the sunroom. Making her way down the hallway, she hastened towards the stairs, keeping an eye on Elle’s form, obscured through the windows of doors though it was. Running upstairs, she went into his bedroom and into the one place she knew Elle would never go: his closet.

She texted Tim, and within five minutes, she heard his bedroom door open. “Lea?” came his voice. “Baby, you in here?”

She knew he’d never call her that where Elle could hear, so she stuck her head out of his closet and looked down the hallway into his bedroom.

He heaved a sigh of relief, moving towards her swiftly and taking her in his arms. “Fuckin’ hell, that was scary,” he muttered into her hair. Lea nodded in agreement, and he sighed again. “She’s in the shower. I told her I was gonna get dressed and go grab milk and cigarettes, so I’ll be able to take you home if we leave now.”

Lea nodded, moving into the bathroom to grab them each a towel as he collected their clothes. She tossed him one of the towels, hastily drying herself off and squeezing her hair out. He did the same before throwing her her clothes. Tugging them on and glancing at Tim, she found him dressed, too, and he pulled her by the hand out to the car.

“I gotta go,” she giggled as Tim kissed her neck in his car, which was parked outside her apartment building.

“No,” he grumbled, squeezing her ass. “Stay.”

“I can’t,” she insisted. “You’re supposed to be getting milk and cigarettes, remember?”

“Think I left some here,” Tim muttered. “Your roommate home?”

“She’s in North Carolina still,” she assured him, opening his car door and leading him upstairs to her apartment.

Before she knew it, he had her back pressed against the door as they kissed, her hands in his hair. “I want you again,” he said against her lips.

“You gotta go home, remember?”

“You’re my home,” Tim insisted.

“How ‘bout this,” she began. “What if I suck your dick?”

“That’s a fantastic idea,” he agreed without hesitation, pushing her down to her knees and hastily undoing his pants.

She pulled him out of his boxers, gripping his length firmly in her hand. “You’re already hard,” she observed.

“Yeah,” he breathed, watching with hooded eyes as she began to stroke him. “Open your mouth, sweetheart.” She obeyed, and then he gripped the back of her head and shoved his cock into her mouth. He groaned, his hand tightening in her hair. “Sorry, we don’t have a lot of time. Lemme just fuck your face really fast, okay?”

Lea hummed in contentment, relaxing her jaw and sucking in her cheeks.

He groaned again. “Fuck, that’s my good girl. Good little slut, sucking my dick so well.”

She moaned, pulling her dress up around her hips and rubbing her clit over her panties.

“God, Lea,” he breathed, “are you touching yourself right now?”

“Mhm,” she hummed around his length.

“Fuck,” he grunted, fucking her mouth harder. “Sucking my cock makes your little pussy wet, huh? Makes you wanna cum?”

She ran her free hand up his thighs and over his hipbones, humming again in confirmation. She loved sucking his dick. He was so sexy when she did it.

“That’s it, baby,” he said hoarsely. “Rub your clit for me. Wanna watch you cum with those pretty lips around my dick.”

She moaned, rolling her hips against her hand. By this point, Tim had nearly three months of experience making her cum, so he knew her tells.

“You’re getting close, aren’t you?” he rasped.

She hummed in confirmation, sucking him as he kept thrusting.

“Cum for me, sweetheart,” he demanded. “So sexy when you cum, so pretty with your lips around my cock. C’mon, Lea. Cum for me.” She couldn’t help but obey, moaning through her orgasm. Apparently, the moans were enough to push him over the edge, too, because he groaned, “Fuck, Lea, that’s it, baby, I’m gonna cum, gonna cum in your mouth, angel, I’m gonna—“ He cut himself off with a final moan of her name and flooded her mouth.

She swallowed, wincing slightly at the bitter taste and pulling back from him. “Better?” she asked, looking up at him as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

He grabbed her and pulled her up wordlessly, crashing their lips together in a hungry, desperate kiss. She returned it eagerly, smiling against his mouth.

He pulled back after a long moment, cupping her cheeks and leaning his forehead against hers. “I love you, Lea,” he murmured, stroking her cheek with his thumb.

She smiled. “I love you, too.” He was kissing her, and then she remembered something. “Don’t forget the milk and cigarettes!”

“Fuck,” he hissed, burying his face in her hair, which was still damp from the hot tub. “Any chance you’ve got an unopened gallon here?”

She snorted. “Probably not, and definitely not the kind you buy. It’s cheap shit.”

He pulled back, frowning slightly. “I really need to set you up with an allowance.”

Lea blinked at him. “A what now?”

“An allowance,” he repeated. “Y’know, money you can spend.”

“I understand the concept of an allowance, Tim,” she told him. “I just don’t understand why you would give me one.”

“So you don’t have to ask me for money, of course,” he explained as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “You’ve basically been living with me these past couple months and I’ve taken you shopping so many times that I guess I forgot. Sorry about that. But yeah, it’ll just let you buy things you want—or need, like groceries and food and lingerie—without consulting me first.”

She furrowed her brow. “Lingerie? What—?”

He shrugged. “It’s a need, don’t worry about it.”

She shook her head to clear her muddled thoughts. “Okay, but… but why does this sound like I’m your sugar baby or something?”

He stared down at her for a moment. “Well… aren’t you?”

“It’s not, like, transactional,” she squeaked. “I love you for you, Tim, not the stuff you give me.”

“Yeah, I know,” he said cheerfully. “But I can give you whatever you want, so why wouldn’t I?” She tensed, and he cupped her cheek and added, “Look, we don’t have to call it that if you don’t want to. More than anything else, you’re my girlfriend, and I love you. That’s all that really matters, isn’t it?”

She leaned into his touch. “Just… just as long as you know I’d love you no matter what.”

Tim smiled. “Yeah, I know.” With that, he leaned down to kiss her.

“What the hell is this?” Lea squeaked out.

“Well, it’s our house, sweetheart,” Tim explained patiently. “It’s in your name, too. See?” He pointed to a piece of paper, and she looked at it in disbelief. Then back at him, then at the piece of paper, and then back at him again.

“What the fuck, Tim?”

“I told you I was gonna get you a house,” he said, frowning. “You said you liked this one when I brought you here, even!”

“Yeah, of course I…” She took a deep breath. “I mean, it’s gorgeous, obviously, I just… I thought you were exaggerating.”

He shook his head. “No, of course not.”

She stared at him.

He stared back.

Finally, she sighed and shrugged. “Alright then. I guess I have a house now.”

Tim brightened, leaning over to kiss her. “We can be together in peace here,” he explained happily. “We don’t have to hide. Just like the past few months.”

Lea warmed at that, leaning into him. “Good. I love being with you.”

“I love you,” he countered.

“I love you, too.”

“What do you mean you’re moving out?” Sam—Lea’s best friend since elementary school and, up until this exact moment, her roommate—asked in a voice that indicated she did not believe Lea in the slightest.

“Exactly what I said,” Lea explained patiently, checking her phone to see if the movers Tim had hired would be arriving soon.

Sam sighed, finally looking up from her phone. “Okay, let’s pretend for a second that you could actually afford to move. You haven’t even packed. You don’t have a place to go. Also, can we talk about how, like, hurtful it is for you to just move out suddenly, and totally break your lease and leave it all on me? That’s so shitty, dude, come on—“

“Oh god, no,” Lea interjected. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t think about how it might look, shit. Okay, lemme explain. So I’m not gonna stop paying my half of rent and utilities. It’ll still get paid. Don’t worry about that. You’ll just… have the whole place to yourself. And I’m not leaving ‘cause I don’t love you, you know that I do. You’re, like, an honorary Blanchard. And you can stay at my new place with me whenever you want, obviously, and—“

“Okay, back up,” Sam cut her off. “You’re gonna move out of here—without packing, apparently—and into a new apartment, but keep paying rent here on top of your new place?” Sam looked at her like she’d lost her mind. “I know your mom is covering housing while you’re in school, but there’s no way in hell she can afford another New York apartment on top of this one.”

Lea fidgeted awkwardly. She hadn’t told Sam about Tim yet. She’d meant to, and Tim had even said it was okay, but…

She was scared, alright?

But she couldn’t get around it anymore. Not without looking like a shitty friend.

Sitting next to Sam on the couch they’d found on the side of the road, Lea took a deep breath and said, “Okay, so I haven’t exactly… told you everything.”

“Yeah, no shit,” Sam observed, flicking her silky black hair over her shoulder.

“So… I met someone.”

Sam blinked at her. “You met someone?” When Lea nodded, Sam said, “You, Miss ‘I don’t even want a hot boy to look at me’, met someone?”

“I mean, it was an accident, okay?” Lea buried her face in her hands in embarrassment. “To be honest, I… I’m in love with him.”

“And you didn’t tell me?!” Sam demanded shrilly.

“I knew you’d freak out!” Lea whined, looking up at her indignant friend.

Sam rolled her eyes. “Who is this guy, anyway? Anybody I know?”

Lea winced. “Well… yes and no, actually.”

“What do you mean?”

Lea tugged anxiously on a curl. “He’s… he’s kinda famous…”

“What, like TikTok or something?”

Lea shook her head. “No, um…”

Just then, a knock sounded at the door. Sam bounced up to open it before Lea could, asking, “Yes?”

“Is this the residence of Lea Blanchard?” a male voice asked.

“Uh…” Sam trailed off hesitantly, unsure of if to give her friend’s location away to a strange man or not.

From the living room, Lea called out, “Yes, that’s me!”

Sam slowly stepped aside (which, because of the incredibly narrow hallway, required her to step into her bedroom), and several men and a couple of women filed in, all in matching uniforms.

“You’re Miss Blanchard?”

Lea nodded, and the man walked over, holding out his hand for her to shake. “I’m Aaron, an associate of Mr. Chalamet.”

Lea nodded, shaking his hand. “Tim told me about you, yeah. It’s nice to meet you.”

“You as well, ma’am. He said to help with packing and unpacking as well as moving in and out,” Aaron explained before gesturing to the group of people behind him. “This is my team. I handpicked them myself for both your and Mr. Chalamet’s privacy. Everyone here has signed NDAs. Then he turned to Sam, who was staring at the group, mouth agape. “And you must be Miss Blanchard’s roommate.” He shook Sam’s hand, too, smiling politely.

“N— nice to meet you,�� Sam stuttered out.

“Don’t worry about a thing, Miss Blanchard,” Aaron assured Lea. “We’ll start on your bedroom. Are you keeping the furniture?”

Lea shook her head. “If… if Sam wants it, she can have it…”

It took a few seconds for her words to register with her friend. “Oh! Uh… yeah, it might draw a new roommate in, so…”

“Excellent idea, Miss Sam,” Aaron agreed before turning back to Lea. “Is there anything in the living spaces that you would like to take with you?”

Lea shook her head again. “Tim’s got all that fancy stuff, so.” She laughed a bit.

Aaron smiled. “Mr. Chalamet does like high-end things, doesn’t he?” Then he faced his team. “Just the bedroom, then. No furniture. Go get the boxes. Rosa, Caroline, you handle Miss Blanchard’s clothes.”

The two women nodded before following the men out the door. Aaron trailed behind them, smiling at Lea and Sam. “We’ll be right back.”

Lea nodded, and once the door had shut behind the group, Sam turned towards her slowly, looking at her like she was a ghost.

“Mr. Chalamet?” her friend practically hissed. “Tim?”

“Uh… yeah,” Lea admitted awkwardly. “That’s what I was trying to tell you.” She grabbed her phone off the arm of the couch and opened the tagged photos her finsta. “Here, look.” She handed her phone to Sam, who scrolled through. The pictures Tim had tagged her in countless pictures he’d taken of her with captions like So anyway objectively speaking I have the most attractive girlfriend in the history of the universe (she was sitting on a set of stairs and smiling at him), *grabby hands* (she was getting out of the pool in a bikini, her cleavage clearly in frame), Look at how she’s looking at me (she was looking at him with obvious love in her eyes), and then a bunch of pictures of them together— one of just their hands, a few of them on dates, and a fair amount of them kissing. There was one from a few days ago where he had taken a picture of himself laying with her; she was still asleep, her head on his bare chest, and he was gazing down at her, adoration evident on his face. The caption was I’m so fucking in love with you it’s legitimately embarrassing.

Sam looked up at her slowly, her mouth hanging open again. “These… these aren’t photoshopped,” she observed.

“No, they’re not,” Lea confirmed.

“You’re actually with the Timothée Chalamet?” Sam pressed. “He— he said he’s in love with you, for fuck’s sake!”

“That’s… a recent development,” Lea admitted. “Or at least, he only told me last week.”

“And you love him, too?”

Lea snorted lightly. “Of course I do. How could I not?”

“Your back here,” Sam said, pointed at the screen of Lea’s phone. “It’s bare. You’re laying on his equally bare chest. In a bed.” Lea said nothing. “Have you slept with him?”

Lea looked at her feet, nodding. “Yeah.”

“How long has this been going on?” Sam demanded.

“Since the beginning of the summer.”

“Fucking hell, dude.” Sam raked a hand through her hair. “He’s sixteen years older than us! He’s married! We— we’re friends with his kid! She goes to our school, for god’s sake!”

“I know,” Lea said softly. “I love him anyway.”

“Fuck,” Sam sighed. “He’s cheating on his wife with you!”

“Well…” Lea hesitated, “Lourdes and him have an… agreement. They’re not really involved with each other. They haven’t been in a long time.”

“What, like an open marriage or something?” Sam scoffed.

Lea shook her head. “No, not exactly. They’re not into each other at all. It’s an act they put on for Elle.”

“Fuck,” Sam repeated.

“You can’t tell anybody,” Lea said urgently. “You can’t.”

“No shit, dude. That’s where you’re moving to, huh? You’re moving in with him?” When Lea nodded, Sam asked, “How will Elle be kept in the dark still or you’re literally living together?”

Lea shook her head. “He has more than one house. He gave me one.”

Sam raised her eyebrows. “He gave you a house.” Lea nodded. “He gave you a house?”

“He said it was a gift,” Lea told her friend. “He gives me a lot of gifts. And money, more recently. Said I deserved an allowance.”

“You’re his fucking sugar baby,” Sam realized.

“In a way,” Lea admitted. “But the difference is we’re actually in love. I want to be with him.”

“He makes you happy?” Sam clarified.

Lea nodded. “I’ve never been this happy.”

The door opened again at that moment. Sam leaned forward and whispered urgently, “You’re telling me everything. Especially about the sex, you got that?”

Lea flushed, nodding, and then the move began.

Elle turned eighteen on the first Tuesday in September. Her birthday party consisted of Lea, her older sister, Lina (whom Elle had taken a shining to), and Elle’s whole host of friends from school and the famous kids she’d met through Tim.

Lea had stolen away to the pantry, giggling with delight when Tim followed after her. She pulled him inside by the hand, and he shut the door and kissed her hungrily.

“Been thinking about you all day,” he muttered against her lips.

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you all day,” she told him, grinning.

He smirked, trailing kisses down her neck. “I’ll do a hell of a lot more than kiss you if you let me, sweetheart.”

“We can’t,” she said regretfully. “We’ve gotta…” He started sucking on her neck and palming her ass through her Matoshi skirt, and she inhaled sharply. “We’ve gotta get back to the party.”

He pushed her up against a wall of dry ingredients, fisting a hand in her hair and kissing her like he’d die if he stopped. “Can I fuck you in here first?”

“No, you may not,” came her older sister’s voice from the pantry door. Lea froze in horror, and Tim released a mildly irritated sigh.

Pulling back from his mortified girlfriend, Tim turned towards Lina. “Suppose you should come in so we can discuss this.”

Lina wordlessly stepped through the narrow pantry door, shutting it behind her. She crossed her arms, her eyes narrowed, and she never took them off Tim. “Explain.”

“Well, so, actually—“ Lea fumbled.

Lina held up a hand without so much as glancing at her sister. “You,” she said, pointing at Tim. “Explain.”

With absolutely zero shame, Tim declared, “I’m in love with her.”

Lina raised her eyebrows, clearly unimpressed. “And how do your wife and daughter feel about that?”

“Lola doesn’t object to my relationships,” he explained delicately, “and Elle isn’t aware of them. That’s something we agreed on as her parents a long time ago.”

“So you, a forty-year-old man, thought it was acceptable—“

“I’m thirty-six,” Tim muttered, almost to himself. Lea couldn’t help but smile a bit at that.

Lina, however, either had not heard him or didn’t care to acknowledge that she had. “—To seduce my twenty-year-old sister and convince her to give up her rather ridiculous vow of abstinence and lose her virginity to you? Do I have that right?”

Unable to keep her objections in anymore, Lea cut in with, “No, Lina, not at all.” She took a step towards her sister—the girl who’d always helped her up when she scraped her knee, who had held her through anxiety attacks and used to sing to her to distract her from her mother’s PTSD episodes—and looked her firmly in the eye. “I fell for Tim last year, and I tried to keep it in, but I felt too strongly for him to be able to stop myself.”

Lina examined her features closely. “That doesn’t explain why he thought it would be okay to get involved with a girl half his age.” She flicked her gaze back at Tim accusingly.

“I’m not half his age,” Lea corrected. “I’m only sixteen years younger than him.”

“Only?” Lina scoffed. “Dude, his daughter is the same age as our baby sister.”

Lea squared her shoulders. “I don’t care. I love him.”

Lina glared fiercely at Tim over her sister’s shoulder. “You,” she snapped as if she weren’t currently in his house, “out.”

“Yep,” he agreed easily, passing them in the (relatively) small space of the pantry and giving Lea’s hand a brief but comforting squeeze as he did.

Once the door was closed behind them again, Lina’s gaze turned back onto Lea, concern finally bleeding through into her expression. “Lea,” she began urgently, taking her sister’s hands in hers, “I know you— I know you’ve had nicer things lately. He’s given them to you, right? Do you not have enough money? Is that it?”

“I don’t care about his money,” Lea said quietly.

Before she continue, however, Lina went on, “He’s not blackmailing you, is he?”

Aghast, Lea said, “No! Of course not!”

“Is he hurting you, then?”

Lea shook her head firmly. “No! I just love him!”

Lina took a step back, letting their hands fall. “You meant that?”

“Of course I did!” Lea emphasized. “I’m crazy about him. I… I wanna spend the rest of my life with him.”

“I don’t understand,” Lina confessed. “You… you spent so long wanting nothing to do with boys—at least, not real ones—and now you’re suddenly ready to get married?”

Lea shook her head. “I’m not getting married now.” A pause, and then she grumbled, “I can’t, obviously, he’s already married.”

“It’s a complicated situation, I’ve gathered that,” Lina admitted, “but what really gets me is how you went from insisting you’d never fall in love, that that kind of vulnerability was a death sentence, to letting a man twenty years your senior put bruises all over your neck!”

“It’s sixteen years,” Lea corrected again.

“Whatever,” Lina groaned.

After a moment, Lea sighed. “I guess… I guess my love for him is just stronger than my fear of getting hurt.” A beat of silence, and then she added, “And honestly, I’m not scared of him hurting me. I don’t think he will. I feel safe with him.”

Lina stared at her for a minute. “You really do love him, don’t you?”

Lea nodded.

“And he treats you well? He makes you happy?”

Lea looked at her feet, smiling shyly. “Sometimes, when he looks at me or touches me or kisses me or says my name, I feel like my blood has been replaced with helium and I’m going to float away.”

“That’s disgustingly sappy,” Lina remarked, grimacing. “Ugh. I hear enough of this hetero shit from Ari, now I gotta hear it from you, too?”

Lea giggled. “I won’t tell you if you don’t wanna hear.”

“I want you to be happy,” her sister assured her, “it’s just gross to think about.”

When Lina reached for the doorknob, Lea said, “Wait— you know you can’t, like—“

“Can’t tell anyone, especially Elle,” Lina said, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, duh. I’m not an idiot, c’mon. Give me a little credit.”

That night, Lea, Lina, Elle, Sam—Lea’s best friend since elementary school as well as her roommate—and all of Elle’s friends—the ones who lived in New York, anyway—were all sitting in their pajamas in front of the screen in the home theater, the credits of Elle’s chosen movie paused behind them.

Elle was eating a bag of Twizzlers, looking around the circle of girls for a victim. Unfortunately, her discerning gaze landed on Lea.

“So,” Elle said slowly, “who is he?”

“Who’s who?” Lea asked with an awkward, forced laugh.

Elle took a bite of her Twizzler. “The guy who’s been turning your neck blue and purple and giving you designer shit.”

“Oh… uh…” Lea gulped, all eyes on her. Sam and Lina looked legitimately nervous.

“C’mon, Lea,” Elle sighed, standing with the rest of the group and moving towards the exit of the theater. “You’re literally wearing Agent Provocateur pajamas. That set you’re wearing? Yeah, it costs fifteen thousand dollars, and it doesn’t come as tailored as that clearly is, which means it’s custom made. Only someone with a lot of clout could convince their designers to do something bespoke. So not only can whoever this guy is afford to shell out a wad of cash on a single set of pajamas, he has enough money and influence to convince them to custom make something for you.” Elle paused. “And don’t think I haven’t noticed your Cartier and Bulgari and Harry Winston shit, either. That’s all high jewelry, y’know. Hundreds of thousands of dollars apiece, if not millions. I can only assume this dude is your sugar daddy, and he is taking the role hella seriously.”

Lea flushed but didn’t respond.

“So,” Elle went on expectantly, “who is he?”

“Um…” Lea gulped anxiously. “I can’t say. He’s very private.”

“Dude,” Elle scoffed, “I’m literally the kid of a two celebrities and the granddaughter of the queen of pop. You cannot possibly shock me.”

I seriously doubt that, Lea thought.

“But,” Elle went on, “I’ll let it slide under one condition.”

“What’s that?” Lea asked, falling into step with her friend, Sam and Lina joining them as the other girls trailed after them, making their way to the spiral staircase.

“You tell me how hot he is, how big his dick is, and if he’s good in bed.”

“Oh!” Lea squeaked, pausing at the foot of the stairs. The group of girls went up, all save for Lea and Elle.

Before Lea could say anything, however, the man himself bounded over to them. “Hey girls,” he said cheerfully. “What’s goin’ on? You guys need anything?”

He glanced at Lea briefly, but the flash of heat in his eyes made her blush.

“Lea,” Elle began accusatorily, “has found herself a sugar daddy.”

“Is that so?” Tim asked, trying to hide a smirk.

“Uh huh,” Elle confirmed. “And she won’t tell me who, even though it’s literally my birthday.”

“Technically,” Tim cut in, “it’s not your birthday anymore.” He held up his phone, showing that it was well past one in the morning.

Elle waved him off dismissively. “It’s my birthday party, so it’s my birthday.”

Tim met Lea’s eyes, that small smirk still playing on his lips. “Does he treat you well?”

“Yes,” she said quietly.

“Good.”

As the pair made their way up to the bedrooms, Elle excitedly said, “So! My questions. I demand answers!”

“What— what were they again?” Lea asked, dazed.

“Let’s start with how old he is, how hot he is, what he looks like.”

“Oh, um…” Lea gulped. “He’s in his mid-thirties,” she began awkwardly. “Tall and skinny. A bit muscular, but not much. He, uh… he has brown hair.”

“He’s skinny?” Elle grimaced. “Really?”

Lea nodded.

“Why would you go for a skinny guy?”

“I don’t like big muscles,” she said softly.

“Weirdo,” Elle giggled. “Okay! How big is his dick, then?”

“I can’t tell you that!” Lea gasped. “You’re too young!”

“Bitch, listen,” Elle teased, “I’m eighteen now. Spill it.”

“Uh… I mean, I don’t have anything to compare it to, but it’s big.”

“Nice,” Elle smirked. “He any good?”

“Again,” Lea squeaked, “I don’t have anything to compare him to, but I think so, yeah.”

“And he clearly treats you like a princess,” Elle observed with a giggle. “You’re happy with him?”

Lea nodded slightly. “Yeah.”

“That’s what’s most important, then.”

Lea forced a smile, ignoring the guilt swirling in her abdomen. “Yeah.”

A few weeks later, the three of them were watching a movie.

“I’ll go get some snacks,” Lea decided suddenly.

Tim immediately popped up beside her. “I’ll help,” he volunteered.

“I’m not pausing it,” Elle warned, eyes on the screen.

“Kay,” Lea agreed easily, following Tim to the downstairs kitchen.

Before she knew it, they were kissing hungrily, her hands in his hair and the kitchen counter digging into her back.

“Want you,” he murmured, trailing kisses down her neck. “Want your pussy now.”

“Later,” Lea promised breathlessly. “Once she goes to bed.”

“How am I gonna wait that long when you’re this fuckin’ sexy?” he growled.

They were desperately making out when they heard footsteps.

Freezing momentarily before jumping away from each other, it was only a few seconds before Elle strolled in, looking mildly annoyed.

“Hurry the hell up,” she demanded before strolling back out.

Lea sighed, burying her face in her hands.

Tim raked a hand through his curls. “That was close.”

Lea nodded dazedly.

Too close.

I’m depressed how bout you guys

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Anyone else ever find themselves creeped out by art and/or fic of real people (especially involving romantic and/or sexual content)? I don't know, whenever I see it, I just start thinking about the possibility of the people featured randomly coming across it one day, and how awful that would likely be for them

#rpf #real person fic #real person fanfiction #aromantic #asexual #aroace #arospec #acespec #aspec #aroacespec #arose #fandom discourse #fandom #romance averse #sex averse

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agaypanic · 3 months

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Not a request just a question, would you write about ppl like Jake Webber, Johnnie guilbert, Tara yummy, and yung scuff?

idk who yung scuff is but i know the other 3, GOD i love tara UGH

tbh i don’t know if id write for them, mainly bc ive never written rpf (real person fanfiction) before. its like way easier to write about a character than a real person lol so idk if id be any good at it

#agaypanic #agaypanic answers #jake webber #johnnie guilbert #tara yummy #youtubers #rpf #real person fanfiction #jake webber x reader #johnnie guilbert x reader #tara yummy x reader

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frodothefair · 2 months

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Marilijah headcanons I need to put somewhere

From the fic Expats Disclaimer: this is fiction. Marina is an OC. No affiliation with Elijah Wood here, as much as I might wish it. Tags: @konjugaltdien @konartiste @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras

Elijah is really nice, and therefore not good at ending conversations.

They get their groceries delivered, but something is invariably forgotten, or Elijah wants to get Marina a treat, or they want to try cooking something new, so Elijah goes shopping after work and oftentimes gets lost in the grocery store. For him, grocery shopping is a sort of "normaling," since so much in show business is not normal. Unfortunately, this often means that he spends an inordinate amount of time sniffing things in the toiletries aisle, buying five things that he never planned to buy, failing to find half of what he intended to get, and coming home late.

If Elijah comes home and says, "bae, I'm sorry, I messed up," 99% of the time it has to do with the above grocery store scenario.

Marina has generalized anxiety disorder and OCD. Her OCD is, luckily, medicated, but before it was she kept having intrusive thoughts about typos causing people halfway across the world to die. She also has OCPD (obsessive compulsive personalty disorder - basically the equivalent of a "type A personality," which comes in handy for being academically competitive and later a lawyer). Her generalized anxiety makes her worry, irrationally, that her marriage will fall apart, though she will never admit it. No medication or therapy can touch that worry. She has a bag or container for everything, and her bags have bags inside of them.

Elijah, on the other hand, is a very haphazard, disorganized packer. He basically just dumps things in a suitcase and goes.

Marina has it on semi-good authority from Dom Monaghan that at one point, Elijah didn't have a suitcase and simply dumped all of his belongings into a garbage bag, slung it over his shoulder, and got on a plane. Elijah disputes this ever happened.

It took Elijah years not to have crumbs all over the interior of his car.

They hardly ever actually fight, but they like to pretend-escalate fights about petty issues, turning to comical ad-hominem attacks, i.e.

--well, I'm not the one who traveled across the country to get a record from an old hippie in Bumblef-ck, Missouri, only to find out that the record doesn't even exist! --well, at least every inch of my my desk isn't covered with post-it notes, and my post-it notes don't have post-it notes!

They pretend to have arguments in public places. Not particularly loud or raucous ones, since they don't love attracting the paparazzi, but if anyone overhears, said person is likely to walk away deeply and irrevocably perturbed by what they heard. They may or may have not re-enacted the scene in Paris Je T'aime about the couple fighting in Père Lachaise cemetery in front of Oscar Wilde's grave. Except in Marilijah's case, they were fighting in front of Balzac's grave, and Elijah kept saying Balzac's name wrong. You know how. ;)

Mr. Nisile's opinion on the above: Those two are completely allergic to being normal, aren't they? Me: well, yeah, that's kind of the point.

#elijah wood #rpf #lotr #real person fiction #real person fanfiction

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k-evans-reads · 1 year

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In Living Color Masterlist

By @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

We do NOT give permission for our works to be reuploaded, translated, or reposted on any other site. Our work is our own.

Summary: When Natalie Marton, lead character designer for Buzz Lightyear, meets the voice of Buzz, Chris Evans, the sparks are undeniable. But when their work pushes them away from each other, both physically and emotionally, will the sheer differences between their worlds be enough to force them apart?

* = Denotes smut! All of our work is 18+ only!

Chapter 1 - Work begins on Lightyear and they meet for the first time.

Chapter 2 - They get lunch together and each develop feelings.

Chapter 3 - Nat hosts a game night and shares details about her past with Chris.

Chapter 4 - Nat needs saving, and a birthday party finally forces them to act on their feelings.

Chapter 5 Part One | Part Two* - Chris explains himself in the aftermath of their date, and Nat attends his going-away party.

Chapter 6 - They deal with the aftermath of their actions.

Chapter 7 - Nat's sister's visit provides her with a distraction from missing Chris.

Chapter 8* - After a long distance birthday celebration, Chris steps up in Nat’s time of need.

Chapter 9 Part One | Part Two - After a photo is shared online and Nat gets a glimpse into Chris’ world, they deal with the aftermath and try to pick up the pieces.

Chapter 10 Part One* | Part Two* - They are finally reunited after two months apart.

Chapter 11 - After struggling during a work day, Chris relaxes at Nat’s apartment and they share a tender moment.

Chapter 12 - Chris finally meets Nat’s family and he learns more about her past.

Chapter 13 Part One* | Part Two | Part Three - While missing Nat, Chris makes a spur of the moment decision and later Nat visits Boston for the first time.

Chapter 14* - They celebrate Nat’s birthday.

Chapter 15 Part One | Part Two - Chris and Nat spend Thanksgiving in Washington.

Chapter 16 - Nat participates in an art show and discusses her dreams with Chris.

Chapter 17* - Chris and Nat go on a quick trip to ring in the New Year.

Chapter 18 - Plans change and concerns are revealed.

Chapter 19* - While Chris is in Atlanta, Nat goes out to visit him after a while apart.

Chapter 20 - New beginnings and new opportunities happen.

Chapter 21 - Nat shares her news with Chris.

Chapter 22 Part One | Part Two - Chris and Nat deal with the consequences of their decisions.

Chapter 23 - Chris and Nat spend time together in San Francisco.

Chapter 24 - Chris and Nat celebrate the premiere of Lightyear.

Chapter 25

**We are posting the remaining chapters and a synopsis to summarize the rest of the story**

Chris and Nat asks, headcanons, and more!

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fandomfluffandfuck · 8 days

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S, I just came up with this idea. Listen..

Sebastian just losing it for Steve, he loves Chris, he's fucking weak for him. But sometimes, he looks at Steve on the screen in CA:TWS or Civil War, and just can't take it, he wants that guy. And imagine him talking Chris into role playing Steve just for him, when he's got the blonde hair, the bulk and all that. He just wants to be treated well by Steve, and not as Bucky, just himself, he can't help it.

That was it thank you very much.

I do love this idea! I love it a lot. And I think this kind of fits with my fic, "Character Bleed," obviously it's not the same concept, but if you haven't read that, I think you'd like it 👀

I mean, we know that Chris feels like this for Bucky on a PG level. Remember that con panel where he said he has a soft spot for him, bursting out with "I was gonna defend Sebastian, he's not a villian, he's a victim really!"? I remember it well. I especially remember Sebastian's happy little, 'he loves me' wiggle. It was the cutest!

(16:53-17:21)

So... I can totally see this happening with Sebastian in a PG-13 to R-rated way 😏 and I would like to imagine that it spills out of Sebastian accidentally, too.

Over the years and years of playing these characters, so much of Sebastian has become tangled up in Bucky, so much of Bucky is tangled up in Sebastian (which reminds of the top Chris quote in this gif set, too), and after the years of being with Chris, his infatuation still the same, maybe even worse now, realistically, it's only natural.

His heart speeds in his chest whenever he sees Chris and, usually, the effect is the same when he sees him larger than life on screen, portaying a character. Chris only has one face and it's just so goddamn handsome. He can't help it. C'mon! It's not fair! What's a man supposed to do?

And no matter how embarrassed Sebastian is of his simmering, latent, years long crush on Steve Rogers because of his affection for his boyfriend, Chris Evans--who is real and not fictional and more than enough, of course--he'll never say it willingly.

It only comes to a head because of the fucking sledgehammer to the head that is Nomad Steve Rogers.

That's so much closer to the Chris that Sebastian gets to love every day with his thick beard and his natural, untamed body hair and just his bigness, but it's also still so Steve.

It's Steve elevated.

It's Steve irresistible.

It's Steve knee-weakeningly hot.

So knee-weakening that when they're shooting, Infinity War over one of the the weekends, too wrapped up in each other to go out with the rest of the crew, hitting the town, it happens.

They're wrapped up, consumed in each other. Sebastian is pressed roughly back into their rented apartment bed, the sheets mused and ruined, the air thick, and his legs are spread as wide as they can be but they're still tense, still squeezed tight around Chris' impossibly broad shoulders. Those fucking shoulders--they're just so huge that he can't not press against them, no matter how shamelessly he opens himself to be taken and he loves it.

He loves how little and surrounded Chris makes him feel, always having to fight to make room for him. He's so big. Larger than life especially when he's been bulking and working out like a madman for the silver screen. Jesus, it feels as though Chris hardly fits between his legs sometimes. Like. Shit. He belongs there, between Sebastian's legs, having his way with him, wringing all the pleasure he wants from him. But he's so big!

Big and heavy, pressing down on him. Keeping him in place as if he would dream of going anywhere else. He dreams of this--Chris' palms broad and hot and owning, gripping handfuls of his thighs and ass, groping him, leaving finger- and handprint bruises where no one else will see. Underneath his costume, bruises that will ache when he stretches later, warming up for stunts and making his face warm with the secret, too.

(If only the makeup artists could see, they'd tease him and tut at him, playfully scolding him for getting it so hard when he knows he has to be on camera. Couldn't he have waited a few more days? Couldn't he have controlled himself for a little longer? God, Sebastian shudders impulsively, hot.)

So, Chris' there.

He's taking up space there, between his legs. Big, broad, and feverish, taking handfuls of him, taking mouthfuls of him, devouring him, first leaving marks across his skin with his lips and teeth and tongue, then sucking him off like he wants to kill him. Murdering him with how good it feels. Hot. Wet. Tight. Sucking him down, the slick, soft insides of his cheeks, the thrilling edge of his teeth, just hinted at, the depth of his throat.

Oh, God.

It's so distracting. He's so good. So good at this. He's gotten so good at this over the years that Sebastian is losing his mind. He loses his mind every time, now. He knows just what he likes.

So, Sebastian's grasping the sheets, fisting them so hard his knuckles are white, whimpering. Breathless. And Chris does fucking something, something with his tongue that he can't comprehend when he's so hard, throbbing, he just--

Sebastian arches and moves, feverish, squirming, reaching swiftly, grabbing and holding onto Chris' hair, dyed dirty blonde and long enough to really fucking hold on.

Then, to make it worse, Chris goes with his frantic hold, letting himself be directed, humoring Sebastian for now, until he wants to take control back; he dives deep, deep throating him, humming, letting him sweat with the vibrations that gut him. So overwhelmed with how fucking erotic it is, how good it feels, Sebastian is groaning, mouth open. He can't think. He can't stop.

It simply escapes him.

He can barely see through the tears in his eyes, his head spinning, but he's blinking, staring down at his shaking hands fisted in that blonde hair, and whining, "St-Steve!"

Suddenly, Sebastian is cursing how good of an actor his boyfriend is--how willing he is to "yes, and" because while Sebastian wants to curl up into a ball, tingling with arousal that's being rapidly taken over by superheated embarrassment, his nerves spitting and sparking like faulty wiring, Chris is chuckling. Just for a moment, though. The dark vibrations feel like fire. Hot as fuck. But that laugh, rich and dangerous, disappears and is replaced with Chris' touch. Chris has let go of one of his thighs to gather his right wrist, then his left--Sebastian hadn't even realized his hands had unweaved themselves from his golden fucking head of hair, making him see double, but they had. His hands are covering his own mouth. They were. Chris is putting them back in his own hair and he's--

"Ohh, oh, God!"

He's making him hold onto his hair and he's pushing himself down, down, pressing his nose to the flat of his lower stomach, swallowing around him, making him feel so good that his hips jerk sharply up. Chris doesn't choke and Sebastian dies. Just a little bit. Dying. He's sucking him like a beast and he's just, just... it's like he's urging him on, it's like he's--

Without his hands to cover his mouth and shut himself up, Sebastian moans again, "Steve!"

It's like he's trying to get him to say it!

Between his legs, Chris is determined, there's just the hint of a smirk on his mouth, curled up around his aching cock. And in his eyes--

Sebastian knows that look.

Fuck.

He knows it!

He knows the determination; he knows the steel in his gaze; he knows the dangerous glint and he fucking sees Steve.

"Pluh-please, please!" Sebastian gasps, overwhelmed, trying to hold himself off but failing spectacularly, "please, Steve!" His outcry is immediately followed by half-whimpering, half-panting, "'m sorryy!"

He's so fucking embarrassed that his face is tingling; he couldn't be blushing more, but he also can't stop himself, his body is rushing, pulsing, throbbing, and too sensitive to stop. It's too much! There's no brakes, only more gas.

Steve, Steve--Chris, er, whatever.

Chris won't have it, though.

Chris isn't just looking at him with that bastard fucker, stubborn stare that's pure Steve Rogers--Steve Rogers who won't and doesn't know how to put his head down and give up, not giving up now--Chris is lowering his voice and putting that lilt in it that's booming, authoritative, and empowering.

Actually, that voice is not so different from his usual, deep, rumbling, this-is-making-my-dick-hard voice, and the association is going to ruin Sebastian for the rest of his life. Every time they're on set from now on, he's gonna think about this and he's gonna fucking die of mortification.

Chris has so easily slipped into that voice. That role. Criminally easily, he's started being Steve.

Steve.

Steve ordering Sebastian around like he's making calls on a battle field as he pulls off his cock with a slurp, leaning his broad shoulders back, confident and cocky, a fucking leader, "you're gonna cum for me, baby. C'mon. I see it. It's right there. I know it is." While he talks like that, he jerks Sebastian off hard. Dick wet and sloppy from his dreamy mouth. Squeezing his throbbing hard-on until Seb gasps hard enough his throat hurts, he's going raw.

"You're gonna gimme what I want, baby," Steve tells him, "and you're gonna show me how pretty you are by cumming."

Sebastian is just a man.

Just a man on edge with an order to fall over it. So, he cums.

Hard.

He cums, pumping, throbbing, and shattering in Steve's hands. A fucking wet dream worthy man--his flowing, blonde hair, his voice, his beard, his stupidly broad chest and shoulders, his torn, dusty uniform, his hands, and those fucking gloves. Sebastian can see those gloves, his rolled uniform sleeves, exposed forearms, all of it. He can see it painted on the back of his eyelids as his eyes roll back, breaking apart with pleasure.

He makes a mess of Steve's beard and plush lips and the site of it, when he manages to peel his eyes open, it makes him wanna cum again.

Now.

Please.

#asks #fandomfluffandfuck #sebastian stan #chris evans #evanstan #rpf #real person fanfiction #steve rogers #stucky #bucky barnes

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Wildwood Prequel: the Meeting

Summary: In the summer of 1995, you went to Texas and in a chance encounter, you met the boy who would become your lifelong friend and penpal.

Pairing: Female reader x Jensen Ackles

Word count: 6k

Warnings: none other than crippling embarrassment

A/N: please remember this is only fiction and not intended to be disrespectful to any real life people.

Banner credit: @coffee-obsessed-writer

Editor credit: @coffee-obsessed-writer

In the summer of 1995 you were 16 and going on a work vacation with your parents. It wasn’t your ideal choice, but you had two options. One was to stay with your grandmother who had never shown any interest in you because you were not your older brother. Also, the idea of having to sleep on your passed away grandfather’s old bed was absolutely not an option. The other option you had was squeezing into the extended cab truck “backseat” while your dad delivered a piece of bakery equipment to a grocery store in Dallas, Texas. It would take at least a full day to drive from your hometown to Texas, crammed in the extended cab, but you went anyway knowing that if you didn’t, you wouldn’t get a vacation that summer.

It ended up taking a day and a half to get there because your dad didn’t want to take the equipment on the interstate. By the time you reached Dallas it was so incredibly hot. It was hot in your hometown, but not like it was in Dallas. You felt bad for your dad being outside in the heat to help the store workers unload the machine. Sweat flowed freely… When the work was complete, you got lunch before heading out to find South Fork Ranch. The show Dallas had ended, but your mother loved the show and wanted to see the house that was used for the exterior shot of the ranch.

Your parents decided to stay in Texas a little while and had booked a suite at one of the fancier hotels nearby.

“Please tell me it has a pool,” you said.

“Of course it has a pool,” your mom answered.

“Heard that one before Debra,” you chided.

“You won’t let that go, will you?”

“No ma’am!”

She already gave you the okay to look around and go swim before you left the room. You’d gotten explicit instructions not to leave the hotel, not that you would have any idea of where to go in a city you’d never been in. When you were changed, you wrapped your towel around your waist and loaded your fanny pack with sunscreen (Mom made you take it), walkman, sunglasses, $5, and of course, the room key.

You’d spotted the pool on the way in and were fumbling with the fanny pack for your sunglasses when it happened. You hadn’t even seen him before you walked right into a wall with legs. Your momentum sent you tumbling to the floor and your fanny pack contents, too.

“Jesus Christ,” you muttered to yourself. You fell on your bad knee and yanked your towel loose. Even though you had on your swimsuit, you felt horribly exposed. Snatching your towel first, you flung it over your shoulders while crouched on all fours. Meanwhile a tall, pretty-boy stood staring at you in a daze. When you glared at him, it seemed to snap him back from wherever his mind had gone.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asked, helping you stand, “Sorry, I didn’t see you.”

He went to grab your things that had gone flying across the floor. He hurried back to hand them to you.

“Fanny pack, huh?” he said with a grin.

“I’m not the purse type,” you didn’t even like the word purse. You were looking over your walkman to make sure it wasn’t broken. You saw something on the floor he’d missed and were going to grab it, but that was when you discovered your flip-flop was trashed.

“Shit.” You stumbled again and the guy grabbed your arm to steady you. When he saw what you were looking at, he stepped away to get it for you.

“You here on vacation?” he asked shyly.

You were pretty sure that was obvious but you’d noticed Texans couldn’t help but small talk.

“Yeah, I’m here with my parents. They’re finally letting me do stuff by myself,” you said. “Are you here with someone?”

“Ah yeah. My parents, too. I was supposed to be somewhere else but I missed the bus and they made me come with them.” He looked down at your broken flip-flop. “Are you going to be here a while? Maybe I can take you to get new ones, or we can go do something? My brother and sister are with my grandparents and I don’t want to be stuck with my parents all week…” he trailed off, realizing he was babbling.

“Are you from here? Do you drive?” you were curious. Hanging out with someone while on vacation would be more fun than being by yourself or doing tons of stuff with your parents.

“I’m from Texas, but I don’t live in the city. I’m about an hour away. I do drive. Might be able to take you somewhere for new flip-flops…”

“Um… I don’t know about that. I can’t leave the hotel but… we can definitely hang out. I’m heading to the pool now if you want to come.”

You were feeling nervous even talking to a boy, but you could tell he was a little nervous too, and that helped. It was weird for you to even be so bold. Normally new people were hard for you to get to know and open up to, but you figured, what the hell. You would go home in a few days and you might not ever see the pretty-boy again. It was a very freeing situation.

“Yeah, I just gotta go change. Don’t leave, okay?” he said with a smile.

You were going to the pool whether he came back or not.

“Hey, what’s your name?” he had already turned to leave but came back.

“(Y/N),” you answered. “What’s yours?”

“Jensen,” he said quickly and turned to leave.

“Jensen?”

“Yep. Back in a bit.” He left your view.

After swimming for a while, you got out of the water and bought yourself a soda and candy before going back to your lounge chair. In the Texas heat, you were already almost dry except for your hair. You put on some sunscreen and positioned your chair to be in the shade. The year before, you’d gone to Disneyworld for a band trip and had gone to Coco Beach and got a bad sunburn. That experience was still fresh in your mind and you didn’t want to repeat it. When you were doing your best to get your back you heard someone talking.

“Need help with that?” the voice said.

You almost didn’t turn because you expected to find some creep staring at you. Thankfully it was Jensen and… he looked really cute in his swim shorts and T-Shirt. Throwing away all inhibition, you said, “Do you mind?” and held out the sunscreen to him.

He put his things down on the lounge chair next to hers and took the bottle. Yes, he’d asked, but he’d thought she wouldn’t say yes to his offer. Having to put his money where his mouth is, he put lotion in his hand and began to apply it to her smooth skin.

“Make sure you get the middle, I couldn’t reach,” you told him.

He made a sound and you felt his hand spread the lotion where you told him. “What about you? You need help or are you going to wear the shirt?” You turned to look at him. He already looked like the heat was getting to him. “Some people swim in shirts…”

“Us Texas boys can take it,” he said. He was staring and forced himself to look away.

“You sure? It’s no big deal. Wouldn’t be good to get a sunburn, pretty boy,” you teased and took the lotion from him and applied a thin layer to your face.

“Nope. You ready?” he asked, pulling off his shirt and standing.

“Yeah,” you stood up. “What do you—”

Jensen grabbed you to him and jumped in the water with you, sunglasses and all. You weren’t even mad and your sunglasses stayed on.

“Refreshing!” he said with a grin after you both popped up out of the water.

You couldn’t help but laugh. You might have done the same thing to him, eventually.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” you could barely believe your own ears. If you weren’t in Texas, and your own home so far away, there was no chance you would never have been so free. “So how old are you?” you asked with only your head out of the water.

“17 on March 1st,” he answered. “How old are you?”

“16 last month. Junior or Senior?”

“Senior.”

“Junior. College?”

He shook his head. “Probably not.”

“How come?”

Jensen shrugged. “It’s not for me. I could go. My parents want me to, but…”

“My parents want me to, also. I want to have a good job and make money, but college sounds scary to me. But my brother flaked out and if I go, I would be the first in my family.”

“What would you study?” he asked. You only shrugged. “I want to act.”

“Seriously?” He nodded. “What are you going for? TV? Movies?”

“If I graduate, my parents and I talked about it, I’ll give it a solid year of trying to get anything. Movies would be cool, but TV is steady and you can still do movies.”

“Huh. Cool. I hope it works out for you,” you told him.

He shrugged, “We’ll see. I hope I’m good enough.”

“You’ll get your foot in the door, if not for talent, you sure are pretty enough,” you laughed, but were serious, too.

“Stop it…”

“No. You are. Every pretty teen girl’s dream,” you laughed, still teasing.

“Does that mean I’m your type?” Jensen asked.

You laughed. “God no. You’re too pretty and way out of my league. Guys like you are only ever friends with someone like me.” The idea of someone like Jensen being interested in you was utterly ridiculous.

“You might be surprised. Just, don’t shoot him down too hard, be open to it when he asks,” he said.

“Yeah, right. I’ll be single forever,” you lamented. “Do you know how many times I’ve been mistaken for a boy?!”

“It doesn’t matter, you’ll be someone’s Nova,” he smiled.

*GASP* “Jensen! You’re a nerd!”

“Shhhh, don’t tell anyone. You’ll blow my pretty-boy image.”

A volleyball landed with a splash nearby as if to save you both from more awkward conversation. Jensen grabbed the ball and looked towards where the net was set up and picked out the guy waving at him to throw it back. Jensen drew back his arm and you watched as the ball sailed across the pool and landed with a splash next to the man.

“Hey, y’all wanna play with us?” the man called. “We need two more.”

Jensen looked at you, now standing, asking with his eyes.

“Sure, what the hell,” you answered. “Been a while since I played last.”

He watched as she made her way over to the other players and wondered how anyone would ever mistake her for a boy.

You had no idea how much time had passed. You and Jensen played several games of volleyball with the other group and you noticed he was really good. You worked well together and could anticipate each other’s moves. Playing on land was hard enough, but was much harder in water. Jensen noticed you were getting tired and pulled you both out of the game and suggested you go back to the lounge chairs.

“Oh my God,” you took a few drinks of your now hot soda. “I haven’t done that in a long time.”

“You were pretty good,” he noted.

“I played in middle school, but not in water,” you were winded. “Do you play sports or are you just good at everything?”

Jensen just shrugged. He was looking in your fanny-pack and pulled out your walkman.

“Nice,” he said, “got a cassette in here?”

You nodded. “Led Zeppelin.”

“Good choice,” he approved. “Favorite song?”

“Kashmir,” you answered. Jensen nodded. “What’s yours?”

“I don’t know. I’ll have to find out. Haven’t really given them a good listen…”

You smirked. “Country?”

“Yeah,” he drew out the word. “Kinda obvious, huh?”

“I can talk country, a little. Not my preference. My mom likes it, so by default, I know stuff.”

“I like a lot of different stuff, just haven’t sat down and really listened. Who’s your country groups?”

“The Judds, Reba, Garth, George.”

“Jones or Strait?”

“Strait.”

He made a fist pump.

“Anyone else?”

“Alan Jackson and Sawyer Brown.”

“Okay. You’re cool. I thought we’d have to boot you out of Texas if you didn’t like a little country.”

You pulled out the headphones and detached the broken one and handed it to him. “We can listen together.”

The two of you sat close together, listening to your tape and talking quietly through one side and most of the other side before a shadow fell over you. Someone had stopped and stood over you both. You flicked your eyes to the side and you would have known those Reeboks anywhere. Jensen had already put down your broken earphone and was tapping your knee.

You took a deep breath and hung your head with a sigh.

“I gotta go. That’s my dad,” you were gathering your things.

“(Y/N),” your dad’s voice, coming very abruptly, forced you to give him your attention. “You were supposed to be back by six.”

You had stuffed your things quickly into your fanny pack and faced your dad. “You guys didn’t tell me that and there’s no clocks out here to check the time. I’m ready.”

Jensen had popped up quickly to defend you. “I’m sorry, sir, it’s my fault. She was just keeping me company.”

Your dad trained his piercing blue eyes to Jensen, pointing a finger at him. “You’d better stay out of this, kid.”

“Dad, stop! We were just hanging out together,” you pleaded.

“Get moving, you need to get showered so we can go eat.” You could clearly hear his irritation but you weren’t 100% sure you were the problem.

You and your dad were a few steps away when you remembered you had a pen in your fanny pack.

“I just need one second,” you darted away from your dad before he could stop you and back to a bewildered Jensen. “I’m sorry about him,” you grabbed his arm and scribbled your name, room number and a star on his hand. “It was fun today, maybe we can hang out tomorrow.” You wrote as you talked. “If I live that long. See ya.”

He watched her dash back to her scary as shit dad. He could tell that they were talking and he wondered if it was about him. When they disappeared from view, he looked down at his hand. ‘734 Nova *’ and smiled.

“There you are! Where have you been?” his mom asked when he got back to the room.

“The pool,” he answered and checked his face in the mirror. Pink, but not too bad, he thought.

“All day?”

“I met a girl,” he said.

“Of course you did,” his dad said, “they just find you.”

“Yeah, kinda. She ran into me, broke her sandal and her things went everywhere. We kinda hit it off.”

“What’s this?” his mom took his hand.

“Her room number,” he could feel the heat rising in his face and it wasn’t from the sunburn.

“Jensen! Did you even meet her parents?” his mom asked.

“Met her very intimidating dad.”

“Oh man…”

“I owe her some new flip flops at least. You guys going out?” Jensen asked.

“Yeah, to the place we like in the city. You can order room service but don’t go crazy.”

“I know the drill.”

You stood in the waiting area with your parents while they sat until your table was ready. Normally, you weren’t a dress up fancy kind of gal, but you didn’t care that night. You’d made a new friend and you really liked him. You were reliving every moment, gently swinging your hips to sway the skirt you only ever wore for special occasions. You were looking at the decorations on the wall when an attractive couple, about the same age as your parents, walked in and the man went to the hostess stand.

“Name please,” the hostess asked.

“Ackles for 7:30,” he responded.

“Ah yes, welcome Mr. Ackles. It will be ready soon. I’m sorry for the delay.”

“It’s okay, we’re a little early.”

A seed of panic sprang up. They couldn’t be Jensen’s parents, right? You looked at the woman and you knew she had to be Donna, his mom. But where was Jensen? Once again, you stepped out of our protective bubble of silence.

“Excuse me,” you ventured. “This is going to sound so strange, are you Jensen’s mom and dad?”

It was almost comical the way they looked at you and you couldn’t help but wonder if it was your clothes or hair that were making them look at you like that.

“Yes, we are.” They still seemed bewildered. Donna spoke up. “Oh my gosh, you must be (Y/N)?”

“Yes,” you answered. “I know I’m not what anyone expected this weekend.” You caught a glimpse of your parents staring at you in shock. “I just wanted to say hi and let you know Jensen saved me from a boring day alone.”

“Mind if we say hello to your parents, kiddo?” the man you knew must be Alan asked.

Oh my god no! What have I done!? Your brain screamed. Before you even realized what was happening, you found yourself introducing your parents to your new friend’s parents. The next thing you knew, you were all sitting at the same table and having the most awkward meal in the existence of humankind. It was awkward for you, anyway. The adults all seemed to be getting along fairly well like you and Jensen had. Then your dad… my lord… your dad…

“Jensen is the name of a repair shop where we’re from,” came spilling from your father’s mouth.

If there were one trait you inherited from him, it was the utter oblivion you experienced when saying anything so awkward or embarrassing. But a trait you got from your mother was to always immediately recognize when it happened. Your father was not so blessed. You and your mom were embarrassed enough for him.

“Honestly, we thought we were having a girl and didn’t have a boy name picked. So we made Jennifer to Jensen,” Donna explained with a giggle. She patted your knee under the table and gave you a quick smile.

The food was long gone and you were on your third soda and yawning at the table before the adults decided to call it a night.

“If you and Alan ever get up our way, you should visit,” your mom said to Donna.

“We’ll have to exchange info before you head back,” Donna responded. “I’m sure the kids will do it for us.” Donna turned her attention to you. “Do you and Jensen have plans tomorrow?”

Your eyes flashed to your dad then back to Donna. “Um… well, not exactly. I had to leave before we could talk about it. Is there anything at the hotel we could do?”

“You know, I don’t know, but I’m sure you two will find something. I‘ll have him call you,” she said.

The next morning, you found yourself outside the arcade with a sunburnt Jensen. He called your room that morning and asked you to meet up by the arcade. As soon as you saw him, you laughed.

“C’mon,” you pulled his arm, “I saw a little store by the pool. I’m sure they have something for that burn.”

You walked away from the tiny store with new sandals and a little bottle of aloe. You made him stop walking and took out the aloe holding it out to him.

“Here, put some on your face,” you told him. “Just humor me, Jay.” You tried out the nickname.

It was painful to look at him trying to get the “hot spots”. You could only imagine how it felt for him.

“Alright, stop,” you said. “Put a little in my hand.”

Grudgingly, he did as you asked. He was compliant as you gently put aloe on the bridge of his nose, forehead, cheeks and tops of his ears. You were focused on applying the aloe when you made eye contact. His green eyes held yours for a moment before you had to break away. The flood of emotions that filled you were exhilarating and scary, and overwhelming. The confusing rush was handily tucked away to be dealt with, maybe never. You might never see him again and didn’t want to develop a crush.

“You okay?” he asked.

You started walking towards the arcade again.

“We’re going home tomorrow,” you said.

“Already?”

You nodded. It was going way too fast. “I guess it’s true that time flies when you’re having fun.” You let a few moments pass and went back and forth on whether or not to even ask. Jensen grabbed a token cup and was feeding bills into the token machine. “You wanna be pen pals?”

Jensen laughed. “Pen pals? Really?”

“Yeah, I know it’s stupid. Forget I said it.” You took a few steps into the arcade.

“No wait, hold on,” he said, catching up to you. “I was just surprised. I was thinking of how we could stay in touch, but calling would cost a lot…”

“So? Yes?” you asked.

“Yeah. Let’s do it. Maybe we can meet up again sometime,” he said casually. “Got a pen and paper in that fanny pack?”

It was a relief to hear him say it. Maybe it was just your own nerdy self showing, but the idea of having a friend who lived far away and writing to them was exciting. And it was always a plus to get mail. You pulled out your little notepad and pen, quickly writing out your full name and address, then Jensen did his, and tore out the slip with your info and put it in his shorts pocket.

“Let’s go play some games,” he smiled, taking your hand and walking with you into the arcade.

You told yourself it was no big deal that he was holding your hand and everything was perfectly normal. You made yourself believe that friends do that and shoved down any thought that wanted you to believe otherwise. He wasn’t even your type. He was the popular kid, too good looking, too good at everything…

Jensen put the token bucket down on the divider between two skeeball machines.

“Good with this?” he asked. You nodded, still shoving down the definitely friendly hand holding feelings. “Ever play?”

“Yeah, once or twice,” you said, fully knowing you played it every time you found it at an arcade. “Are we going to put a bet on this?”

“I like how you think. Best two of three? I win, you throw away the fanny pack,” he said.

“How dare you,” you feigned outrage. “Well, if I win, you have to take pictures with me in the photo booth.”

Jensen held out his hand, “Deal.”

You took his hand and shook it.

“I’m gonna smoke you,” he said.

“Okay,” you said sarcastically. “Don’t let me win.”

“I don’t plan on it,” he grabbed two tokens and put them in the machine change slot. “That fanny pack has to go.”

“Oh, so it's on, huh?”

Jensen pushed the slide in, releasing the skeeballs.

“Like Donkey Kong.”

You stood quietly reading the instructions on the photo booth while Jensen leaned against the booth wall with his arms crossed over his chest.

“You hustled me,” he grumbled.

You shrugged with a small smile. “Maybe a little,” you admitted. “Are you more mad that you have to do the photo booth with me, or that I don’t have to get rid of my fanny pack?”

“Oh, bit of both, I think. That fanny pack is ridiculous.”

“My fanny pack is awesome. You’re just jealous you don’t have one.”

“No, that’s not it,” he said. The truth was he didn’t hate it. He actually kind of liked the way it bounced off her butt when she walked. The last thing he needed, or wanted, was to fall for someone he might never see again… but he wanted to see her again… he hoped he would. “Let’s get this over with.” I don’t want it to end, he thought.

The booth was smaller than either of them thought. He got in first and there was no space on the seat for (Y/N) too.

“Uh-oh,” she said.

“What?” he asked. “C’mon,” he patted his thighs, “Let’s do this.”

“I’ll crush you.”

“Then I’ll die happy, get in here before I change my mind.”

She stood between his knees then gently sat on his leg, her arms around his shoulders. His arms wrapped around her to help hold her steady.

“What now?” he was almost whispering.

“Oh,” she shifted her body into his to get the cash out of her back pocket. He had to think about anything else or he might have to explain himself to her. Anything else… Finally she got it and put the money in. “You ready?”

Snapping out of the heady aura of her just in time for the first flash of the camera. He could barely focus on what was happening. Thankfully he knew how to make his expressions change quickly to match hers. Before the last picture snapped, he caught her eyes and he knew he would never forget that look. She was happy and it was because of him. When she cupped his jaw, he thought she might kiss him, but only their foreheads touched for the last picture. She breathed out a heavy sigh through her nose before leaving him sitting there by himself for a moment, for which he was grateful.

When Jensen stepped out of the booth, the pictures finally dropped and you pulled them out to check them over. You only got a glimpse of them before he snatched them out of your fingers, tore the photo strip in half and handed the top half back to you.

“Hey, don’t I get to look, too?” you asked, trying to get the other half of the pictures back from Jensen.

“Ah, no, these are mine. I didn’t look at the other ones,” he said. “You want to go grab some food?”

You gave him a look. “Okay, weirdo. Yeah, I could eat.”

Forgetting about the pictures, he took your hand and walked with you to the small restaurant inside the hotel. Your parents still had you under strict rules not to leave the hotel grounds, even though they had become friends with Jensen’s parents. You had a nice lunch of club sandwiches, chips and sodas. He told you he found out that there was a mini-golf course somewhere on the property and he wanted to try it out.

“I love mini-golf,” you said.

He stopped walking to look at you. “Like, how much?”

“You wanna put a bet on it?” you teased.

He gave you a side-long glance, briefly considering the skeeball outcome. “No bet.”

You only laughed, you already felt like you won just spending time with him. Despite trying your hardest on the mini-golf course, you lost miserably and Jensen wasn’t even trying to be a good winner.

“Man, I should have put a bet on this,” he said when he calmed down a little.

“Yeah, you should have,” you agreed. “I said I loved mini-golf, not that I was good at it. You could have forced me to throw away my super sweet fanny pack.” You turned so he could see it resting on its namesake.

He tipped his head to the side to look at the “fanny” pack. It had very few redeeming qualities. However, it was only plain white and sat so perfectly in place.

“It’s not that bad,” he quickly said when he realized he was staring.

“So, you just don’t like it because it sits on my butt?” you wiggled your hips making it shake. “Can’t get a good look?”

Jensen hoped his sunburn hid the blush he was feeling wash over his face. Slowly he started walking and (Y/N) walked with him.

“Do you always blurt out what you’re thinking?”

“Nope. Almost never. You’re just lucky and getting me in full force,” you said, but hoped you hadn’t crossed a line.

“Huh, not sure if lucky is the word.” His tone only half-hearted.

“(Y/N),” your dad barked, making both you and Jensen stop in your tracks. “Time to say goodbye to your friend. We’re going out to dinner.” His steely blue gaze locked on Jensen. If the situation were different, you might have laughed at how wide-eyed Jensen was. Your dad’s otherwise dark features highlighted his bright blue eyes and could be down right scary when he wanted to be. Apparently he wanted to scare the shit out of Jensen. “Your folks are looking for you.”

“Y-yes, sir,” Jensen sputtered.

“Dad, we didn’t do anything wrong,” you said quietly.

Jensen and his parents were in a different part of the hotel. You looked back to see him still standing there and gave him a wave. Turning back to catch up to your dad’s long strides, you swung the fanny pack to the front, just for Jensen.

Back in your room, your parents informed you that they were going out and that you needed to stay in your room and not leave. They hadn’t liked you spending the whole day with Jensen because you hadn’t checked in with them once, even though you’d never left hotel property.

“Seems a little unfair,” you could be a little more open with your mom.

“Well, be that as it may, you’re staying here. You can order food to the room, but don’t over do it, and please stay here. Don’t let anyone in this room and no phone calls outside the hotel,” your mom gave you your instructions for the night with a knowing look.

You bit back a little smile. “You look nice and I like your perfume.”

“Thank you, honey,” she said. “We’re gonna go now.”

Your dad had stuck his head into your room.

“Did you give her the good word?” he asked.

Mom gave him an exasperated look. “Yes, I did, that’s why I’m in here.”

But he couldn’t just let it lie. “You stay in this room. No boys.”

“Alright, that’s enough. Let’s go,” your mom tried to usher him out.

Finally your dad took the hint and was satisfied that he got his two cents in, too, and they left you to your lonely devices. The clock read 6:30 and you wondered if Jensen was suffering the same fate. The room service menu had decent looking food and you didn’t know what to get. You flipped on the TV for some background noise. It was too quiet and it was kicking your anxiety into action. The channel card was under the remote and saw that HBO was provided by the hotel.

“Nice,” you muttered and punched in the channel number on the remote. When the channel changed, the credits for another movie started playing. “Chicken tenders and fries, please,” you repeated to yourself as you reached for the phone. Somehow, you managed to place your order without sounding too stupid and your food would be on the way shortly. You thought about calling Jensen’s room, when your phone rang, scaring the hell out of you. Immediately, you snatched up the receiver, almost dropping it at the same time.

“Hello?” you answered.

“Hey.”

Your stomach did a little flutter. “Hey.”

“Did you get in trouble?”

“Not exactly. I think my dad didn’t like me spending so much time with you and this is his punishment. I have to stay in my room and you can’t come over.”

“Kind of ironic. I think my mom and dad are going out with yours.”

“Maybe that’s our punishment,” you mused. “Are you stuck, too?”

“Yeah, but we have HBO. Wanna watch a movie?”

“What? Together? And hang out on the phone?”

“Yeah,” he answered simply.

“I’m already on HBO. I ordered food, too.”

“Sounds like we have a plan. What’s on next, did it say?”

“My Cousin Vinny.”

Jensen and you had already seen the movie so you didn’t miss much when you both talked through the whole movie and ate your dinners. Even when the movie was over you were still chatting.

“Jay, you’re gonna write to me, right?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he sounded tired. “Just write back.”

“I will.”

“Promise?”

“Yeah, I promise,” you smiled. You heard your parents come in on their side of the joint hotel door. “I think my parents just got back.”

“I better let you go then. Hey, will I see you tomorrow?”

“I don’t know, but I bet my dad will want to leave early.”

“Like how early?”

“Eight or nine. It’s a long drive back home. I’m… not good at goodbyes. I don’t want to cry in front of you.”

There was a long pause where neither of you spoke. You didn’t want to cry on the phone with him either. Jensen just tried to make sense of it all.

You broke the silence first. “I just want to thank you for being with me this weekend. It almost felt like I had a boyfriend and I had a really nice time hanging out with you. So, thanks and goodnight cuz I don’t want to say goodbye.”

“Goodnight, Nova.”

Even though you had no idea when you would be leaving, and you had told Jensen as much, you still looked around the lobby hoping you might see him just one more time. Your mom finished checking out at the front desk and stopped you from pacing to go outside to wait for the truck.

“You really like him, don’t you?” she said while you both waited for your dad to bring the truck around.

You nodded, but didn’t look at her.

“Maybe you could write to him. Did you get his address?”

You nodded.

“I like Alan and Donna. We talked about visiting again. Maybe they can visit some time and all of the kids can come up,” she posited.

You only nodded. Jensen would be a senior that year and he already said when he was done with school, he was going to California to try and to get into acting. If the Ackles’ family visited next summer, you knew Jensen wouldn’t be there and you wouldn’t ask him to give up his dream. It would be at least two years before you saw him again, if ever, you were sure of that. You would have to be out of high school, at the very least, before you could go anywhere.

Your dad seemed to be in a hurry to go and had thrown your things into the truck even though it was barely eight a.m. You climbed in and pulled the front seat into place, letting your mom know she could get in. You sat sideways on the tiny seat, with your pillow for back cushion, and your legs stretched out to the other side. Finding your fanny pack, you pulled out the little notepad that held Jensen’s address and checked to make sure it was still there. Satisfied it was safe, you put it back in the fanny pack and pulled out the photostrip from the day before.

He wasn’t someone you typically found attractive. Light hair. Very pretty. Very preppy and popular. So good at everything, except skeeball. Too perfect. You would miss him though. His face in one picture was too funny. He was making such a crazy face and you were laughing at him.

For all of the things that weren’t your type, there were other things about him that were very appealing to you. His humor. His kindness. His immediate acceptance of you. He never made you feel like you were less than him in any way. In fact, he made you feel great and like no one existed but you. Jensen could have looked at any of the other girls at the hotel, but he didn’t.

Maybe you wouldn’t see him again, or maybe you would, but you would at least have that weekend with him.

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