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ruinedbylanadelrey · 1 year

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Hi so I wanted to request a part 2 to Eden so I was thinking when they get to Joel’s brother Tommy’s town and when they are all settled in Joel tries to fix things with the reader he has been trying to fix things with her since they where heading to find Tommy but the reader just told him it’s in the past and not to worry about it because clearly she wasn’t good enough for him so he had to go sleep with some other woman who was Sarah’s mom and he literally got on his knees and started begging for the reader to forgive him the reader just told him he looked stupid and to get up (I forgot to mention that the readers brother was in Tommy’s town his name is Evan) maybe the reader goes out alone to find more clothes for herself but she bumps into Roman she thought he was dead but he survived he tries to tell her that he loves her and to forgive him for everything he did to her she doesn’t listen and tries to leave but he won’t let her he takes her into a cabin he has been staying at and the reader thinks that she always found a way to forgive Roman but she hits him with a lamp or a flower pot or something and she ran he got up and shot at her when he ran after her he told her to stop running she comes up behind him and tells him she is not running her brother found out she was missing and told Joel so they went to find her they ran when they saw the reader limping towards them the reader stabbed Roman to death she cried because she didn’t want to die she ran into Evens arms and told him she didn’t give up when they get back into town the reader got patched up and Joel told her how much she means to him so the reader gives him a second chance but if he screws it up she won’t give him another chance (My god it’s long I have to stop going into much detail sorry

I had so much fun writing this, I changed a few things to make it work for timeline.

BUT oh my god this was fun,

EDEN part 2 | Joel Miller x f!Reader

part 1

warnings: 18+, fighting, knives, BLOOD, heavy mention of BLOOD, stabbing, Joel begging:)

wc: 2K

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"I'll be right here," lived in Joel's mind until the day he made the journey back to you. You weren't expecting Joel to come back for you, he was different. His heart wasn't as dark as it was before. "You came back," you said as he wraps you in his arms, your hands cupping his face. You wanted to wake yourself up from this dream but it was real. Joel was warm and breathing in front of you.

"You know I can't leave you alone." Joel kisses your forehead and you hold each other as the other person would fade away. "Will you come with me? I want you to show this commune, Tommy is there and I think you'll be better off there than here alone." Joel roped you in with his words. You grabbed your go-bag and left with him.

You hate yourself for how much you still love Joel, he is everything you want in a person. You wanted to take him back and have a life with him but you still were so hesitant about the thought of being back together. Was it the thought that you weren't good enough before so why would you be enough now?

But Joel did come back for you, he turned himself right around after everything with Ellie and the fireflies. "You said if I came back we could try again," Joel stopped walking and you kept going forward, you turned around and looked at him. You hated seeing him beg, it wasn't the Joel you knew.

"Please, darlin', I'll do anything you ask. I never wanted something so much until we met again." Joel closed the distance between you and takes your hand into his. His other hand cradles the back of your neck. "You're my angel, I need you to guide me through the next stage of our lives," Joel's voice cracked and he fell to his knees and rests his head on your stomach. "Joel what makes you think I'm good enough for you now if I wasn't before," Your words were like knives cutting him open. Joel choked back his tears, he was young and stupid and would do anything to change what he did. "You are enough, always been enough. Darlin' please," he begs again, and you look down at him. Joel looks like a child begging for a toy he can't have.

"Joel, baby, get up you're making yourself look stupid." You brushed your fingers through his graying hair. "Let's see how life goes for us."

Life in Jackson brought such joy to your life, it felt like the world never fell apart. You had a purpose again. You worked in the garden of the community. You would go home, you had a home with Joel and his adopted daughter Ellie who soon became your adopted daughter as well. You never knew that you would fall in love with a child like you did with Ellie. You loved how fiery she was and how she could always crack a joke.

You still felt lonesome at times, seeing people have a partner, someone they can hold and kiss. You wanted that when it came to Joel. He told you that you didn't have to get back together with him unless it was something you wanted. At first, you just wanted to have him in your life as a friend, someone to lean on. It was nice to have him back in your life, you loved how domestic you were with him. It brought such comfort to you and also to Joel. It was like a glimpse of what life could've been with you if he never cheated and if the world never crumbled beneath his feet.

Joel was fighting with himself every day, he wanted you to be his girl. You were right in front of him but he couldn't touch you. Life in Jackson was beautiful since you were by his side as a friend. He was itching for something more with you, each day you were getting closer to him. First, you held his hand in the street, then you lean your head on his shoulder on the couch while you read your book, then you fell asleep in his bed, then you kissed his cheek when he brought you home flowers he found when he was out on patrol.

You decided that it was time to get some new shoes and some clothes, Maria took you to the makeshift boutique it was nice to 'shop' for yourself for the first time in over 20 years. You were excited to show Joel what you picked out and made your way back to the house. As you were about to unlock the door a voice you tried to forget about was behind you "Missed me, sweet girl,". It couldn't be, he died, and Bill killed him. You turned around and saw Satan himself. You felt like the world was ending again, your blood ran cold and your ears roared with blood. "Why are you so surprised to see me?" Roman steps closer to you and snakes around to block the door.

"You're supposed to be dead," Your voice strained while your throat closed. You were praying inside hoping someone would be walking by and seeing a strange man at Joel Miller's place. "But my love for you empowered me to stay alive, I watched you and followed you here...you think that Miller really wants you, he pitied you, my sweet girl" His words sank into your skin like fangs on a snake. You fiddled with your switchblade in your belt. It was like second nature as you brought it out and held it at your side. "I love you and follow you to the ends of the earth to have you," You could vomit at how he is speaking to you. His eyes flickered to your switchblade ready for action.

He steps aside and gestures for you to open the door. "Let's sit and chat about what's going to happen next," if you got him inside then it would either be your demise or his, you took the chance and have him walk in with you. Any moment Joel could come by or even Tommy this house was like a revolving door for the Millers, but you prayed again that Ellie won't walk through the door.

You watch Roman make himself comfortable on the couch, and sat there waiting for you to join him. "You can put your blade away, sweet girl," he demands and you could hear the smirk on his face. "You won't do anything because at some point you did love me," You walked up behind ready to stab him in the neck and his hand grabs your wrist.

"You're so brave now, it's cute," Roman twists your wrist almost breaking it making you drop the blade. You scrambled to grab it with your other hand but he flips you over the couch, you fell hard to the other side of the couch, landing at his feet. It was sadistic how easily he overpowered you.

He stands over you and holds your switchblade in his hand. You were trying to regain composure but your eyes wouldn't focus. "Where's your protector now? Why would he leave his pretty little toy out for someone to play with?" Roman laughs at himself, you saw how your feet a great position to kick him in the knees, you used all the force in your body to push yourself up and then make him buckle to the ground.

Roman lets the switchblade fall to the ground between the two of you, he looks at you and could see how you were calculating your next move. Your reflexes were heightened and grabbed it. His hand goes for it at the same time, for a second he had the win and sliced your arm, and warm red thick liquid ran down your arm. You pushed through the pain and grabbed around him. You straddled him and held the knife to his neck and again his laugh fills you with rage.

You didn't watch him reach for his own knife, he jabs in your thigh and dragged a little down, you screamed and your blade sinks into the column of the neck, your anger and pain were channeled to your hands as you twist the knife deeper into him. You watch his eyes glaze over and you couldn't stop yourself from taking the knife and then stabbing it into his chest repeatedly, your cries and screams echoed through the home. Blood splattered across your face and soaked your jeans and shirt.

The blade broke and was left in his chest. You couldn't catch your breath and then you looked down at the mutilated body beneath you. The blood got in your eyes making them sting. You could taste metal in your mouth, it made you want to vomit. The ping of pain went through your leg, you pushed yourself off the devil and took the knife out of your thigh, and blood trickled down your leg. Your adrenaline was overpumping through your blood, and you quickly got up and limped out of the house. You didn't know what you were doing but all you could think about is Joel.

People stepped back from you as you stumbled through the streets, you found yourself at the gate to see Joel's group back from patrol, your sight was becoming hazy, and dashed around the pool of people to search for him. Joel heard people gasping and moving out of the way when he saw you covered in drenched in blood.

You stopped when you made eye contact and fell to your knees. Joel ran to you and dropped to his knees and held you, "Darlin', stay with me," "Don't let me die, Joel," your breathing was labored Joel was ushered with Tommy and a few others to the medical building. Joel hated how he is now in the same position again for the 3rd time in his life, another one of his girls in his arms fighting for to take a breath.

"How could just let anyone in?" You heard Joel's voice booming outside the door, the lights in the room were brighter than usual as you opened your eyes. You tried to sit up and move but your whole body was throbbing. "Hey, easy, easy," Maria makes you lay down again, "Her blood is on your hands," you heard Joel yell again and a couple of men were trying to make an excuse.

"Joel was ready to burn this place to the ground when we found out what happened," Maria breathed out, you stared at the ceiling and felt the tears roll down your face. "I'm sorry," you croaked, Maria sat down on the edge of the bed and took your hand in hers. "Nothing is your fault, he's right sadly...we just let the guy in like it was nothing," Maria said softly and you tried to stop yourself from letting out a sob.

Joel was still yelling at whomever, "Do you want me to get him?" Maria asks, you nod your head. He was the only comfort you wanted, you need to be in his arms and have him next to him. You heard the door open and Joel's yelling ceased. His footsteps were rushed and the door slammed shut. You look at him with a soft smile on your face. Joel kneels at the side of the bed and strokes your cheek.

"I failed you...I promised you would be safe," Joel's eyes welled with tears, you tried to lean towards him but he stops you. "Joel...you didn't know and I didn't either. You did not fail me." Your words didn't soothe Joel and his pride. "Darlin', you mean everything to me, I thought I was going to lose you again...I was ready to take down whoever let Roman in, I love you. I love you." Joel kisses your fingers and holds them against his face.

All you ever wanted was right in front of you, Joel Miller, the love of your life, your heart could've burst from how much you love him. "I love you," You whispered, Joel's eyes grew wide and his rare smile was across his face. "Don't screw this up," you softly chuckled as he seemed like he got a Christmas present he's been asking for. "I swear, darlin'," Joel kissed your hand again.

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yanderes-stuff · 3 years

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Sorry for the delay, but I think Habit would make a pretty wacky yandere, possibly a manipulative and sadistic yandere.

Just to be clear, I do not condone yandere behavior, and the stories I write should not be interpreted as romance novels.I think of my writing as dreadful nightmare stories about fictional characters becoming so lovesick to the point where it's incredibly fucked up.

Characters: Habit, Vinny, and lastly, Michael

TW: Drugging, mentions of self harm and injuries regarding knives

Words:1.5k

You met Michael in a New Jersey mental ward when you decided to visit a mentally ill relative as some much needed company for them and it just so happened that you decided to sit at Michael's table at lunchtime when he was sitting all alone. At first, you thought it was a bad sign, but seeing him so calm yet miserable by looks alone made your heart sink so you gave him a sympathetic look.

When Michael looked at you, surprised by your actions, when you decided to make small talk about various subjects with him, which was a pleasant experience for Michael to finally have a casual conversation with someone who wasn't a doctor or nurse, when unexpectedly you slid him a small ripped paper with your Number engraved with a black pen, which he kept in his possession afterward when he was let out,

He decided to contact you, and as time passed and he began texting you more frequently, the two of you began to get closer, much to Michael's delight, but things were getting tense when Michael struck a deal with Patrick to manipulate you into moving in with him in exchange for him avoiding harming himself on propose, which worked out well, especially when you admitted you had romantic feelings for him.

But Evan also befriended you through Michael, and you hit it off almost immediately, having sleepovers at Evan's house while you brought Michael, which made for some of the most memorable times in your life; not a weekend was spent apart from each other, but over time you began to notice Evan staring at you with delusional eyes that were unlike his occasional glance in your direction that you didn't mingle with.

He looked at you not as a friend, but as a desired object; it was becoming uncomfortable, and after some thought, reflection, and fighting over yourself, thinking it was a petty thing to do, but when the staring got you to your wits end, you decided to confess to Michael for comfort about the uneasy staring, you saw his face contort into a grimace, and now he, too, was acting unlike himself.

"If you catch him staring at you again you tell him to stop and if he doesn't...promise me you'll come and tell me." Michael stated, his tone sounding odd and his face now stern as his hands clasped on your shoulders.

"I promise," you replied, trying to explain why Michael was so serious about something as insignificant as being bothered by Evans' gaze, but chalking it up to him being overprotective.

After that, you started to notice that Micheal was hovering around you more often when Evan was present and Evans' staring ceased when he was around, but even then, you felt a burning sensation in the back of your head when you believed you were alone, but you just dismissed it as paranoia

That's where Vinny came in after you told Michael about your paranoia; you met through a group chat after you met Evan, and what set him apart from Michael was that he listened to your uneasy ranting without being overbearing, and Michael trusted Vinny. However, your lover began to act differently around Evan, and you decided to give them space and leave them alone for a while.

And at that time, Vinny contacted you to see if you were okay, and you confirmed your well-being to him, and your text quickly snowballed into a friendship. You two were constantly texting each other for comfort, but on one cold winter day, he asked to meet up with you at your house at the same time Michael was visiting the local grocery store, so you thought why not and accepted his request.

You noticed how stiff and uneasy he seemed upon his arrival, but you just shrugged it off as him being nervous at your house for the first time. After some awkward silence and getting comfortable, you made some friendly conversation when he parted his lips to make a request "Sooooooo would you like anything to drink, maybe some water, soda, or tea?"

"Oh yeah, sure thing man, I would love some water right now. it's in the bottom of the fridge in the cabinet along with the other drinks feel free to help yourself," Vinny said in a soft, trusting tone, his legs crossed adoring a crimson and black flannel along with baby blue aged jeans adjacent to you at the time you were parched from lack of water.

You said, smiling warmly at the man. His raven hair seemed messy as he stood up and strolled into your kitchen.

You were focused on the TV as he came back and handed you a water bottle. His hands were still clammy for reasons unknown to you, as you sipped from the foggy icy-cold plastic bottle, you failed to notice that your vision was slipping over a long span of time.

The last words you heard before slipping completely are "I'm so sorry... habit made me do it. Please forgive me!"

You awoke on the frigid floor of what appeared to be a shed, thin rays of moonlight beamed from the window. Realizing you were in danger, you thrashed as much as you could, but the bindings on your legs and arms wouldn't loosen. They appeared to be zip ties, which caused your thrashing to cut into your skin, leaving uncomfortable marks in their place.

It was then you heard a deep rough voice aimed in your direction,

"Are you awake yet" His question was straight to the point and you instantly recognized it as Evan, but for some reason, his voice sounded way different than his normal voice?.

"E-Evan what's going on?" You inquired, and thoughts raced through your mind about how Michael must be worried to death because he couldn't find you or Vinny, and you haven't responded to any texts from him, which he was bound to do if he couldn't find you.

"Hate to break it to you but Evans is not here anymore. I'm Habit and you're here because Michael doesn't deserve to have you and trust me that idiot does not know what's best for you like I do." He stated, sounding amused by your question. Then he paused as if determining what to say next "you see the problem with him is that he doesn't bother to protect you." He chuckled ominously

"Protect me fro-" just then he cut you off rather impolitely "from anybody you don't understand how fragile you are and I don't know what it is about you but I want to keep you for myself and away from HIM." He paused again you noticed that he was getting visibly excited

"I tried to convince Michael to let me take you for myself, but he wouldn't budge and that son of a bitch Patrick refused my request too." He said his tone seeping venom

"but don't worry you don't have to worry about him, coming for you he's too much of a coward if you didn't already know." You flinched when he said that last part and felt rage flow through your veins

"Untie me RIGHT FUCKING NOW YOU PSYCHO!" You exclaimed you wanted nothing more than to be back at home spending time with your boyfriend but he glared at you before speaking

"Looks like Michael didn't teach you manners looks like it's up to me now to teach you some respect, and I'll teach you how to cherish me as much as I do you while I'm at it" He was giving that God awful stare of dark obsession again as he emphasized on that last part

You didn't say anything. You were too shocked and didn't know how to react to his words, but you didn't even have time to react when you heard footsteps coming your way as you felt the cold of a metal knife gently slice at your flesh

Gentle slices turned into harsh strikes up and down your body as you screamed in pain, and Habit took pleasure in each one. You just hoped to God Michael or the cops would come to your rescue so you could see the light of day again.

But you knew deep down that was unlikely.

#yandere #yandere prompt #slenderverse #x reader #fanfiction #habit #everymanhybrid #reqs open #anon ask #yandere x reader

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j0elmill3r · 4 years

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A Brief Inquiry Into Online Relationships

Prologue

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Chris Evans x Daughter!Reader

"Go down, soft sound, midnight, car lights"

Featuring: Chris Evans, Jaeden Martell, Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: None!

A/N: Alright! Welcome to my newest series, 'A Brief Inquiry Into Online Relationships'! I seriously hope you all enjoy this as much as I do! It's my first real person fic, so please be nice! If anyone wants to be added to the series taglist, please let me know! This is inspired by the album by The 1975, so please check out the track that is titled!

You had never liked the moving around part of your dad's job. But, luckily for you, his latest project, 'Knives Out' was primarily being shot in Boston which meant that you would be doing the absolute minimum moving around. Being raised by an actor, most people would have expected you to follow in your dad's footsteps and become an actor but you didn't find any interest in the art. Rather than acting, you were more than likely to be found in front of a camera for a different reason. You were Instagram famous from a modelling agency that had scouted you when you were younger. Most times, it would just be small stuff for your Instagram with the occasional sponsor. Growing up with Chris Evans as your dad, you never really had any boyfriend, or even normal friends. Most people in your school only wanted to be your friend because your dad was Captain America, but you could tell who was who. And plus, your dad would never allow you to have a boyfriend, right?

"Shit, shit, shit," You swore under your breath as your phone rang yet again. You were late, as per usual. "I get it, I hear you." You mumbled, hopping over to your bedside table while you got your shoe on.

"Y/N! You were supposed to be here half an hour ago,where the hell are you?!" Your dad yelled down the phone. You took your phone away from your ear and screwed your face up at the volume.

"Good morning to you too, dad," You mumbled. You could invision the unimpressed look on your dad's face. "And calm down, I'm on my way there right now, I'm just about to leave." You assured him. Chris sighed.

"Alright, I'll see you soon," He hung up. You slid your phone in your pocket and then ran down to the living room, making sure that all the doors and windows were shut and locked, then going to pet your dog goodbye. Dodger's head fell into your hand as you rubbed behind his ear, a satisified groan coming from him.

"Alright pal, I'll see you later," You said to him as you dusted your hands of the copper fur that he shed onto your hands. You left the house and got into your car, let out an exasperated sigh as your head hit the headrest. You drove to where your dad was filming and flashed the badge they had given you at security. You got into the set and looked around for your dad, but on your way there accidentally bumping into someone. You fell back onto your ass and groaned. "Ow, shit." You mumbled, checking to see if you had skinned your palms.

"Oh my God, I'm sorry. Are you alright?" You looked up at did a double take. You weren't an idiot, you knew who that was. You had literally just bumped into Jaeden Martell. Nodding, you pushed yourself up and smiled at hiim.

"Yeah, I'm alright. My fault, I should have watched where I was going," You said, putting your hands up. Jaeden smiled at you and nodded. "I'm Y/N." You introduced yourself to him.

"I-uh, I know," Jaeden stammered. He interally kicked himself, knowing that he sounded like he was stalking you. "I follow you on Instagram, I didn't mean for that to sound weird. I'm Jaeden." He cleared up, then introducing himself. You giggled at him and his behaviour.

"It didn't sound weird, trust me, I live with Chris Evans, I know weird," You assured him. "Speaking of my dad, you don't happen to know where he is, do you?" You asked him.

"I'm pretty sure that I saw him go onto the set, I can take you there if you want?" He offered. Jaeden didn't know what he was doing, he felt like he was entranced by you. If he was to be honest, you were the prettiest person he had ever spoken to, and Jaeden had spoken to a lot of people.

"Sure, you can lead the way," You said, holding your arm out and making Jaeden laugh. He led you to the house where they were filming and you looked up, almost falling back again.

"Do you have a balance problem?" He asked you, a sarcastic laugh leaving his lips. You rolled your eyes as you turned to look at him.

"No, I just suffer from a severe case of dumb bitch syndrome," You deadpanned. You were confused at how comfortable you felt around Jaeden, normally, it took you a while to get comfortable around people, but this was different. You looked up at the stairs leading up to the house and saw your dad coming down towards you and Jaeden.

"There you are! You finally made it," Your dad said, putting his arms around you like he always did when he saw you. "Oh, Jaeden, I see you met my daughter, Y/N." Chris said, standing back to look at both of you.

"Well, technically we bumped into each other, I was too busy looking for you," You said, narrowing your eyes at your dad. Chris held his hands up in defense and chuckled.

"Listen, Y/N, I have to go, but we should talk again," Jaeden suggested. You smiled and nodded.

"Alright, I'll see you around," You said, watching as he walked away. You turned back around to look at your dad, who had crossed his arms over his chest. "What do you even need me here for today anyway?" You asked your dad.

"I missed you and I heard you say you needed some new friends, you and Jaeden are both the same age, it could work out and you could both be friends," Your dad said. You huffed out and rolled your eyes. "What?"

"Nothing, I just didn't think you'd try to get me friends of the opposite gender," You teased him of his protectiveness. "And I have plenty of friends!" You said, sounding extremely offended. Your dad laughed incredulously and shook his head.

"Y/N, you were literally complaining about how much you hated your current group of friends a couple of days ago," Your dad said. You sighed and slumped your shoulders. "Just, give him a shot, okay? Don't be so pessimistic, honey, you're too pretty to have a mad little face." He said. Chris pinched your cheek and you groaned as you slapped his hand away gently.

"Dad, stop it!" You whined. Chris chuckled and sighed. "Can I go now?" You asked him. Chris nodded and brought you in for another hug, one that this time you returned. Chris kissed the top of your head and then let you go.

"Alright, just promise to stay on the set and try to make friends with Jaeden?" He asekd you.

"Okay, I promise,"

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et-lesailes · 4 years

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title: the inside scoop

pairing: chris evans x reader

word count: 2461

summary: you are a reporter with a certain favorite celebrity to interview, and you’re more than excited to talk to him about his latest movie, knives out. little do you know that your massive crush on him is actually requited.

themes: fluff

taglist: @evanstush, @tanyam93, @bval-1, @wonderwinchester, @patzammit, @rohaintahquil, @deidrashouseofpain, @sammyslonglostshoe, @jadedhillon, @bohemian-barbie, @whysparker, @sebastian-i-stan, @sebabestianstan101, @lille-kattunge, @teller258316, @peach-acid, @allsortsofinterests, @xoxabs88xox, @heyiamthatbitch, @cptn-sgrogers, @heyyouwiththeassbutt, @bangtan-serendipity, @troublermalik, @beardburnsupersoldiers, @bookish-shristi, @kind-sober-fullydressed, @gingerninjaprincess16, @straightforwardly, @denisemarieangelina, @frencchfries, @xlanawriter, @littlemoistcarrot, @pottxrwolff, @arianatheangelworld, @ifuseekamyevans, @southerngracela, @nsfwsebbie, @rororo06, @savemesteeb, @raveviolet, @inactivewhore, @hurricanerinwrites

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You’re quickly wrapping up with hair and makeup, looking at your reflection in the mirror trying not to smile so much. You were particularly happy to wake up for work that day, all because of who you’re interviewing today.

You’ve had the pleasure of working with Chris Evans a few times before, and while at first it was his looks that drew you in, it didn’t take long for you to simply fall in love with his entire being. The first time was a little nerve wracking. You had seen other interviews where he seemed a little grumpy, tired, and annoyed with the questions he was being asked, and so you had put as much thought into your own questions as possible. You refused to be like the other journalists and reporters, the ones who simply asked Marvel related questions or how he worked out. It was easy to see that this man had personality much deeper than that, and you were always eager to explore it. You remember how your heart had been pounding right before that first interview, but the second the two of you started talking, it was simply… amazing. Despite only having known him for minutes, you had already felt perfectly comfortable and secure with him, as if you had known him for years. You had heard from others that he had that effect on people, but you never imagined it was to that extent.

Now here you are, getting ready for your fifth interview with him. Another thing you love about Chris is that he actually remembers who you are, each and every time. It always makes you feel special, though you have to remind yourself to calm down- he’s simply considerate and personable, he probably remembers other reporters he’s seen multiple times too.

“Alright, you’re all set. Chris finished up a few minutes ago, he’s probably out there getting seated.” The stylist tells you, and you smile up at him with a nod. “Thank you!” Standing up, you take a deep breath as you inspect yourself in the mirror. You’ve become used to seeing celebrities as a part of your job, but Chris is the only one who has your heart racing and butterflies fluttering. Even interviewing Jason Momoa for Aquaman couldn’t get you as simultaneously excited and nervous as appearing before Chris; you have the biggest crush on him, but at the same time, what can you do about it? Honestly, you’re convinced he probably has a secret girlfriend- it simply makes no sense to you that a man like him is single.

‘Thank God for hair and makeup,’ you think to yourself, pleased with your appearance- it’s not too overdone, but just the right amount, mainly just so the lighting doesn’t wash you out on camera. You gather your cards and take another breath, forcing yourself to calm down before going out to where the chairs are- you were hoping to play it cool, but the second you see him, a wide smile emerges on your face. How a man can look so handsome simply sitting there wearing a long sleeve maroon sweater and fitted jeans while playing around with a water bottle in his hands, you have no idea. “Hi there! Sorry to keep you waiting.” You greet him, and he looks up, immediately grinning. “Oh, hey, Y/N!” To your surprise, he stands up and extends his arms out for a hug, pulling you in for a warm embrace as if you’re a longtime friend he hasn’t seen in a while. You’re shocked but you quickly take the opportunity to hug him back, resisting the urge to inhale how damn good he smells. His broad chest feels so warm and perfect against you, and you swear you could be in this position forever.

“How have you been?” you ask as normally as you can, finally pulling back with a smile and gesturing for him to sit as you do as well. “Oh, same old, same old. I have to say though, I’ve been looking forward to this. I love interviewing with you, you always ask such awesome questions!” he compliments you, and you’re squealing on the inside. “Ahh, now I feel so much pressure!” you joke, though give him an appreciative smile as you cross your legs. “Thank you, though. That means a lot, I really do try to avoid the questions actors seem to hear all the time.”

“I’ve noticed, and I appreciate it.” Chris replies with a smile, his blue eyes sparkling more beautifully than the goddamn ocean. It’s truly overwhelming how handsome he is; you feel as though looking at him is like staring right into the sun sometimes. “I’m glad to hear that,” you say somewhat shyly, but clear your throat, glancing towards the cameraman. “We ready to start?”

“All good,” he replies with a thumbs up, and you wait for the signal before beginning with a smile. “Hello, everyone! I’m Y/N, and I’m here with Chris Evans today to talk a little about his latest movie, Knives Out!” Chris waves to the camera with a little smile, but almost immediately looks back towards you. “Glad to be here, Y/N.” God, you love when he says your name. ‘Hold it together, Y/N.’ You think to yourself; thankfully, your job basically consists of looking composed on the outside, and so you’ve at least had plenty of practice.

You give a brief summary of the movie to begin, then go into speaking about his character, Ransom. Looking towards him, you tilt your head slightly. “Now I know you played the ultimate golden boy when it came to Captain America, but a lot of your roles in the past have actually had a more twisted and angsty side. Curtis Everett in Snowpiercer, Syd in London, Mike Weiss in Puncture, and especially Bryce Langley in Fierce People. Was it a difficult adjustment going back to playing a more villainous character, or did you have a good time with it?”

“Wow. Even bringing out Fierce People, huh? You really did your research,” he teases, making you laugh softly before he continues to answer, looking thoughtful. “Honestly, it was pretty fun. Don’t get me wrong, I loved playing Captain America and the other lighter, comedic roles are fun too. But being a little wicked and vile is pretty entertaining as an actor. I missed it a lot, and I think I clicked with it again pretty easily.” He pauses before laughing, looking at the camera. “I make that seem like I’m just naturally an evil person. Like, ‘Yeah, it’s so easy for me to be an asshole on camera- because I am one in real life!’” he makes fun of himself, and you can’t help but laugh again as you reply playfully, “Well, you are from Boston, aren’t you? What are they called over there? Massholes?” He blinks and laughs loudly, grabbing his left pec which only makes you giggle to yourself and feel oddly triumphant at the same time. You love making him laugh. “Oh God, you’ve heard that term? Yeah, I’d say that definitely describes me pretty well.”

“Oh, c’mon, you’re not that bad.” You remark playfully, then realize you should probably stop transitioning this interview into flirtatious banter, and so you decide to move on to the next question. “Now for this particular movie, you have a variety of actors and actresses around you- some who are insanely experienced and have been in the industry for decades, and some who, while experienced, are young and only continue to climb upwards in their career. How did you feel, being a part of that? Does it bring back memories, does it influence you, do you influence or guide them?” you ask curiously, continuing, “You’re such an accomplished actor, and this cast was pretty remarkable as well- I imagine there were all sorts of different feelings working with them.”

Chris nods as he listens carefully, smiling and even looking somewhat intrigued. “That’s a great question. Yeah, I was definitely pretty nervous actually. I really wanted this role, and I was kind of intimidated going into it all. These people are amazing, honestly. I feel like I’ve learned so much from them, from Daniel to Jaeden, and I can only hope that I’m able to be a good influence on other actors as the ones I look up to are to me. It’s interesting that you mention memories, though. Seeing younger actors and actresses always reminds me of myself when I was younger- and then proceeds to make me feel very old.” He laughs, shaking his head to himself. “But watching Jaeden and Katherine, God, they’re great. They have such drive, ambition, and they’ve already made it so far. They’re so fun and I’m pretty sure I was nowhere near as talented as them at that age, but I definitely remember having that energy.”

You can’t help but smile as you listen to him. You’ve seen in other interviews that he wants to start a family one day, and that he’s excited to be a father. It’s adorable to you that he appreciates younger castmates so much, and even shows respect to them as actors. “You don’t think you still have that energy?” you tease, and he laughs, making an “eh” gesture with his hand. “Sometimes, but I’m telling you, I’ve gotten old. Years of action movies and stunts will do that to you,” he jokes, and you remember that he actually did a lot of his own stunts for the Captain America movies- no wonder he has such nice muscles. “Well, if it’s any consolation, you certainly don’t look old.” You can’t help but reply, but glance back down at your cards, forcing yourself to stay on track. The cameraman, one of your friends, is probably snickering to himself, and you bet you’re going to get quite interesting comments once this video is uploaded. How can you not go back and forth with him though, just a little? He makes it so easy, what with his perfect sense of humor, contagious laugh, and mere eye contact. He makes you feel like a person, a friend, not just some nosy reporter.

After a few more questions (and a teensy bit of flirting), the interview finally comes to an end. “I hope you guys are excited to watch this movie, because I’m telling you, it’s a good one- and I think everyone will be very entertained by Ransom Drysdale.” You remark with a raised brow, looking to him with a soft laugh. “Thank you for coming, Chris!” He smiles charmingly, waving at the camera. “Thanks for having me, Y/N. I had a great time.”

The cameraman signals that he’s stopped recording, but flashes you a little smirk before turning to the crew to discuss the work that needs to happen next. You blush slightly but clear your throat, looking up at him- you hate this part because he’ll have to leave soon, but you’re hoping you can squeeze in just a little conversation before that happens. “Seriously, thanks again. Honestly, you’re one of my favorite celebrities to interview,” you admit with a slight laugh, biting your lip. “You actually answer with… depth.” He laughs too, barely leaning forward. “Oh, yeah? Are you accusing celebrities of being airheads?”

“Some of them!” you can’t help but answer bluntly, and both of you are laughing again. Now he bites his lip, suddenly looking at you a little more intensely than before- you hope your cheeks aren’t becoming as red as they feel. “Hey, Y/N. Can I ask you something?” You nod a little too fast, your curiosity piqued. “Of course. What’s up?”

“Do you, uh…” he pauses for a few moments before chuckling slightly, waving his hand. “Ah, fuggit, I’m just gonna come out with it.” His Boston accent comes out even stronger than usual as he swears, and you love and hate how attractive it sounds. “Are you dating anyone?”

Your heart is pounding at this point, and you have to force yourself to respond in a way in which your voice doesn’t shake. “No, I’m not.” You cock your head, holding back a smile. “Why do you ask…?” He seems to look pleased about this, even visibly perking up before suddenly looking uncertain again, laughing awkwardly. “Okay. Okay, um, please tell me if this is crossing any lines. Like, please. Don’t be scared to slap me, even.” He jokes, and now you’re feeling the excitement bubbling up inside, though at the same time your brain is screaming at you not to raise your hopes up. “I have permission to slap you. Noted.” You tease in return, proud of yourself that you still somehow seem to have your wits intact. He laughs, eyes twinkling as he continues, “I know we’ve only had a professional relationship but… I was… kinda hoping I could take you out sometime. Dinner, walking the dog, a movie, ice cream, roller skating- anything. I just… man, I really want to get to know you.” He confesses, and it takes you everything to not practically jump up and down and squeal right there. You’re shocked. You truly never thought that someone as famous and attractive as him would be interested in a mere reporter.

“Chris.” You smile widely, nothing but eagerness in your sparkling eyes. “I would love that.” You blush slightly, adding, “If we’re being honest, I’ve had a crush on you for like, years now.” Chris widens his eyes, scoffing in playful frustration as he buries his head in his hands. “You’re serious? God dammit, I knew I should have asked you earlier!” He looks up at you again, sighing deeply. “I really just assumed you were dating someone. Hell, even married. I mean, look at you, you’re gorgeous, funny, smart…. And you have depth.” He refers to your previous comment, and you laugh, though blush madly as you do so. “Thanks,” you reply softly- you swear you’ve never felt this much happiness in your life.

His manager comes up behind him, gently tapping his shoulder. “Chris, we should get going. We have another interview to get to.” He blinks, looking somewhat disappointed but nods, looking back to you. “Mind if I get your number, then? We can talk later?”

You nod, biting your lip delightedly as he hands you his phone as if you’re a child receiving a king sized candy bar. After putting your number in, you give it back- only to be wrapped up in another hug from him. “I’ll see ya real soon,” he whispers in your ear, and you’re blushing even deeper than before, though you nod with a little giggle.

“I can’t wait.”

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nickysurfer28 · 4 years

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Hot sessions: on the couch

One shot/drabble

Warning ⚠️: 18+ only ,SMUT

Pairing: Chris Evans x female reader

Chris was busy doing his next online interview with “The Graham Norton Show” on the couch . He was all ready with his AirPods in his ears and setting up his zoom on his MacBook.

You were busy sitting across on the other couch from him. It pretty decent weather out in L.A. you decided to wear a cute sheer pleasant blouse with tight stretchy jeans. You were busy reading one of your favorite books. Chris was eyeing you when you weren’t looking, he eyes wandering up down your curvy body. He was thinking to himself what he would love to do with your body. He was getting semi-hard in his pants.

He had to compose himself before the video interview started. Chris didn’t want to be showing a growing erection, but it was still early before the interview would start and he was getting inpatient. He wanted you bad. Chris slightly closed the MacBook and quietly walked over to you on the couch. You looked up from you book noticing Chris standing there with a growing erection in his pants. “Wow..um..may I help you?” You answered. Chris has a big grin on his face. “Why, yes you can help me with something?”.

Chris grabbed your book and placed it on the coffee table. He crawled on top of your body. He breathed you in,”hmm you smell so good, baby.” He gently started placing soft kisses around your neck and chest. You didn’t mind, but you knew what he wanted. He wanted you. “Chris.. isn’t your interview for that tv show gonna start soon?” You answered. Chris sigh. You couldn’t say no to this man, with those puppy dog eye look he was giving how could you resist.

“Okay.. just for a little bit.” You caved in and wrapped your arms around his neck. He kissed you deeply. He wrapped his big arms around your body pulling you in close. You feel his growing member getting harder by the second. Chris pulled down your blouse placing his mouth on your breasts. First on the right then he moved to the left. Placing kisses everywhere. You slightly moaned, your back arch a little against his arms. You looked up at him and he had such a big grin. “God, you’re so beautiful.” Chris answered. He started to unzip your pants, working his way slowly to you already wet core.

You stopped him,”Chris .. I think I hear your laptop ringing?”. Chris sigh. Cursing under his breathe. “Shit.” His face looked displeased. “Damn it.. babe... ugh.. okay.. so don’t move, stay right here.” Chris moved off from on top of you. He quickly compose himself, adjusted his pants. He stopped midway to the other couch. He grunted. “Fuck!... I’m gonna have to flick my dick, I can’t be showing my angle of dangle.” You both laughed. He quickly flicked himself. You cover your face not wanting to see your poor Chris do the deed. “Ouch.. fuck!.. that didn’t feel right, I shouldn’t be swearing so much..sorry babe.” You uncovered your face. “No worries..I’m already use to your potty mouth.” You giggled. Chris just gave you a look.

The laptop started ringing even more. Chris hurried over to the couch and adjusted everything and his AirPods. His interview was about to begin with “the graham norton show”, he joined online with his costar Michelle Dockery and of course Graham Norton himself. The interview went well, questions about his hit movie “knives out” to dodger questions and his latest hit tv show “Defending Jacob “. Chris occasionally glanced over at you like a hungry beast waiting to devour you. Few times he licked his lips and had to adjusted himself on the couch. It bothered him knowing that you were just laying there with your blouse open and pants unzip waiting for him to come back and finish what he started. Finally the interview was coming to closed.

Graham thanked Michelle first for coming on the show and thank Chris for also being on the show. Chris said his goodbyes and thanked Graham for having him on the show. The video chat ended and Chris quickly closed his laptop and thru his AirPods on the coffee table. He quickly on unzipped his pants and took off his shirt and thrown his clothes to the side. Chris practically lunged on top of you on the other couch. You giggled. Chris started taking off you blouse and unclamping your bra. He pulled your pants off with ease. He stared at you for a few moments to admire your perky breast and your lace panties. “You’re beautiful.”

He pressed his body against yours wrapping his arms around you. His lips crashed against yours. His tongue searching for yours. You caved in more and more. You wrapped your arms around his neck running your hands thru his hair. He growled, causally nibbling on your nipples. You moan slightly in pleasure as he worked his way around your breasts. You noticing his cock is growing bigger and harder by the minute. He rubs himself against your wet core making your body rise in heat. You couldn’t take it anymore. “ I want you now..” you answered heavily breathing. Chris looked at you in agreement.

He pulled down your lace panties gazing at your sweet wet core. He also pulled down his underwear relieving his hard cock. He teased you by rubbing his hard cock against your wet core. You grunted. “Chris ... don’t.. please.” Chris had a big smirk on his face. “ please ... what?”. He knew what you wanted, you wanted him deep inside you. He gently entered your wet core filling it whole. Your body tense with pleasure. Chris begin to thrust hitting against your hips. Holding you more tight and going deeper with each thrust against your body. You wrapped your legs around him tightly.

You dug your fingers into his back. He growled. “Hmm.. damn babe you feel so good.” Chris started picking up speed with each thrust. You moaned loudly. “Oh Chris.. fuck.. I’m gonna cum.” Your body arched back into the couch. He placed more kisses over chest and neck. He grabbed your face to kiss you more deeply as you were reaching your climax. He was close too. He moan loudly as his lips were on yours. You felt the heat and hot juices spilling inside you.

Chris collapsed on top of your body as you collapsed against the couch cushions. “Wow , that was amazing.” He kissed you once more deeply. He wrapped his arms around you holding you tight. “Damn .. women .. I love you.” You looked into his blue eyes. “I love you too.”

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sunriserose1023 · 4 years

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Never Stopped Us Before

SUMMARY: A quiet evening at home becomes anything but when an unexpected guest comes knocking at your door. CHARACTERS: Female reader, Ransom Drysdale WORD COUNT: 3600 WARNINGS: Language, sexual content, sort of d/s tones kind of?, possible spoilers if you haven’t seen the movie

AUTHOR’S NOTE: So I watched Knives Out a few weeks ago and now I’ve fallen into the Ransom pit. Chris Evans was just phenomenal. I had this idea leaving the movie theater, and I hope you enjoy. I did include some things that may or may not be spoilers, so, read at your own risk!

You sat up in your place on the couch, fumbling for the remote and muting the TV. You waited a second, narrowing your eyes when you heard the banging on your door again. You looked to the clock and shook your head, standing up and pulling your robe tighter around you, mumbling under your breath about who could be knocking on your door at this hour. You went to look through the peephole, groaning quietly when you realized the wreath you had on your door was blocking your view. You jumped back at more incessant knocking, turning the locks and throwing open the door.

“What the hell do you want?”

Your eyes widened as he shook his head, breezing past you and shrugging off his coat, tossing it over the back of one of your chairs. You turned from your spot at the door, which was forgotten and wide open behind you. You blinked, shaking your head once.

“Ransom?”

He paused in his pacing and muttering under his breath, turning to you and tossing out a hand.

“What?”

You blinked a few times, shaking your head again.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

He came to a full stop this time, turning to face you. He stared at you for a minute, then shook his head.

“I didn’t know where else to go.”

You stared into his … god, his eyes were so pretty. You turned your back to him and shut the door, turning the locks again out of habit. You held a hand on the door for a moment, then turned to him. You put your hands in the pockets of your robe, lifting your shoulders.

“What is it this time?”

Ransom glanced away, chewing on his bottom lip before he looked back to you.

“Granddad’s party was tonight. And he … he calls me into his office and—“

You held up a hand.

“Don’t. You want to bitch about your family, you know when my office hours are.” “Oh, come on. Don’t give me that shit.” “You come here because you want a free therapy session and I’m giving you shit?” “I don’t want a free session. I want someone to listen.”

You rolled your eyes.

“News flash, Ransom. That’s what a therapist is. Someone who listens. And we’ve already been down that road. I don’t want to hear your family bullshit or how you manipulate it so everyone is in fault except you.”

He stared at you, hands moving beneath the gray cardigan to rest on his hips.

“Is that what you think?” “We’ve already discussed what I think, more than once. And you never did listen to me. So … sorry you wasted the trip.”

Ransom chuckled, shaking his head, a hard smile on his handsome face.

“Unbelievable. Un-fucking-believable.”

You groaned as you walked closer to him.

“Contrary to what you believe, the world is not out to get you, Ransom!” “It’s not the world this time! It’s my own damn family. The one person I’ve always—“

He cut himself off, shaking his head. He gave another jagged-edged laugh, shaking his head again as he walked to where he’d tossed his coat.

“You’re right. This was a bad idea. I should have known—“ “Don’t try and play the victim here.”

He turned to glare at you, eyes blazing.

“You think you know everything about my life because I came to you—“ “Through court-ordered therapy, Ransom! I do know you, despite what you may think.”

He stalked to you, standing right in your space, and you cursed your heart when you felt it quicken in your chest.

“So tell me, Doc, what am I supposed to do now? My family hates me, my own parents could give less than a shit, and the one person I’ve always counted on has washed his hands of me. And here I am, with you, who could also give less than a shit.”

He shook his head, turning back towards the chair. You reached out and grabbed his arm, and he went still, then turned back to you. You gave a shaky exhale, shaking your head.

“Come sit down.” “I don’t want to sit down.” “What do you want then?”

Ransom stared into your eyes, sliding his arm from your grip until his hand was holding yours. You felt your heart quicken again and you shook your head.

“No. No. We are not doing that again.” “Because it’s a bad idea?” “Fuck yes, it’s a bad idea!”

You pulled your hand from his, stepping backwards and shaking your head again. He had a smirk on his handsome face when he watched you and you narrowed your eyes at him.

“You need to go.”

He nodded, making no movement at all. You blinked, hands going to tighten your robe around your waist.

“No good can come from this, Ransom. You know it, and I know it.”

He nodded again, taking one slow step forward.

“Right. You’re right. We’ve been down this road before.”

You nodded.

“And what good came from it? Nothing.” “Except for that hefty sum from the Thrombey estate.” “Don’t.”

You still felt horrible for taking that money, but you’d been desperate at the time. Something Ransom knew, something he found out because he was a silver-tongue devil and he coaxed it out of you. Something he held over you until you released him from your care, despite his textbook narcissism and slightly sociopathic tendencies.

“I’m sorry, I … I shouldn’t have brought that up.”

It was your turn to glare at him as he took another slow step.

“Stop it.” “Stop what?” “Trying to manipulate me. You’re not a good person, Ransom. Stop trying to make me think you’re one.”

A smile crept over his face.

“You’re right. I’m not a nice person. But I distinctly remember you liking that about me.” “You think I like the fact that you’re an asshole?” “You certainly liked it when this asshole—“ “Let me stop you right there.”

He laughed, shaking his head. You crossed your arms over your chest, tilting your head.

“This was what you wanted all along, wasn't it?”

Ransom nodded.

“Just some banter among friends.” “Is that what we are?” “I don’t know, is it?”

You gave a laugh.

“I’m the therapist, Ransom. I’m the one who’s supposed to be asking the questions.” “I thought this wasn’t a therapy session.”

You groaned.

“God, you’re infuriating.”

Ransom gave a laugh, closing the now-minimal distance between you, laying his hands on your hips. You took in a shaky breath, closing your eyes before looking up at him. You shook your head.

“You need to leave.” “You want me to?”

You didn’t answer, and Ransom lowered his head to rest his forehead against yours.

“I need you, baby.”

His words were barely whispered, but you knew they were the truth. You gave a soft moan as his hands moved to your cheeks, lifting your face and laying his lips on yours. Your hands went to his shoulders as he kissed you, and you dug your fingers into the muscle before sliding your hands to his chest and pushing him away. He stepped back, head bowed and eyes cast down as you shook your head.

“Don’t. We can’t.” “Why not?” “It’s a bad idea.” “Like that’s ever stopped us before.”

You laughed, shaking your head and pushing your hands through your hair.

“You just need to leave.” “Say you want me to go and I’ll go.”

You raised your head, lifting your chin just the slightest bit, trying to match even a molecule of his arrogance.

“I want you to go.”

Ransom nodded, a smile playing on his lips.

“Liar.” “Fuck you, Ransom.” “Trust me, baby; I’m trying.”

You groaned as he laughed, and he held his hands up.

“Fine. I’ll go. No harm, no foul.”

He brushed past you to get his coat and you stared at the wall. You swallowed, then turned to find him directly behind you, and he grabbed your waist to steady you as you grabbed his face in your hands, lips meeting his in a frantic, feverish kiss. Ransom nodded, groaning softly as he pulled you closer. You broke the kiss to lean back just far enough to slap his face, and he groaned as his head fell back before straightening again and eyes blinking open, staring into yours where you could see how dilated his pupils were.

“This means nothing.”

He nodded.

“I mean it, Ransom. I don’t want anything from you except an orgasm.” “Just one?”

The cocky son of a bitch. You slapped him again and he gave another, louder groan this time, pulling your hips into his where you could feel what this was doing to him. You dragged him into your bedroom and he pushed you back on the bed. You stared up at him and he smirked at you as he shrugged his gray cardigan off his shoulders, nodding down at you.

“You still as hot-natured as you used to be?” “Ransom…” “What? It’s why you’d never cuddle with me for more than three minutes. You got too hot. And you hated being hot when you slept, so…”

You watched with baited breath as he slowly untied your robe, the room filling with his loud groan when he pushed the robe open to reveal that you were naked.

“Goddamn, baby.” “Ransom, please.”

He tugged his shirt over his head, popping the button on his pants as he stepped out of his shoes. You let your hand slide down between your legs and he slapped it away, shaking his head as he pushed his pants down, stepping out of them and stroking his cock. You shook your head, propping yourself up on your elbows.

“So I can’t touch myself, but you can?” “You want those orgasms or not?”

You pressed your lips together, hands moving to cup Ransom’s face as he leaned over you, kissing you again. You moaned when one of his hands moved to your breast, massaging it, pinching your nipple. Ransom pulled back from the kiss and smiled down at you, a wicked, knowing smile, and you squeezed your eyes shut as he slid down your body, pressing his lips to your skin every so often.

“Ransom, I—“ “Shh.”

You moaned when one of his long fingers slowly slid up your slit, and he shook his head.

“Damn, baby. This little pussy is soaked.” “Ransom.” “What’s got you this wet?” “Fuck, just …” “When did it start? When you saw me? Or maybe when you heard my voice? You always said you liked my voice.” “Not as much as you like it. Goddamn it, Ransom, I swear to God, if you don’t—“

You gasped when he pushed his finger in painstakingly slowly, and you collapsed back on the bed. He pulled his hand back to push another finger in, his thumb circling your clit just as slowly. You whimpered and that wicked smile came back to his lips.

“You love this, don’t you? Being at my mercy, me giving you what you need, but just not enough of it.” “Please.” “I got you, sweetheart. Let me take my time, okay?”

You whimpered again, groaning when he removed his fingers. You gasped, hands flying down between your legs, fingers gripping tightly to Ransom’s hair as he kissed, licked, suckled your clit. His fingers found their way back inside you as you moaned, breathlessly begging him to keep going. He did as you asked, loosening his lips as he curled his fingers, brushing across that one spot that made you see stars. He lifted his free hand to lace his fingers with yours, giving you something to anchor yourself to as the first orgasm washed over you.

You gave a quiet whimper when the stimulation was too much, and Ransom pressed one more kiss between your legs before he slid back up your body. You stared into his eyes as he stared back at you, neither of you doing much more than breathing. He bent his head and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, and you bent shaky legs to press against either side of his hips.

“Doc—“ “Shh.”

He nodded, reaching down to take hold of his cock, sliding it through your wetness a few times as you moaned. You sucked in a breath as he pushed inside, his substantial size always taking you by surprise at first. Ransom bent over you when he was buried to the hilt, putting his face in your hair and groaning.

“You’re so fucking tight.” “And you’re fucking huge.”

He chuckled, turning his head to kiss your neck. You wrapped your arms around him, fingers pressing into the muscles he had hidden beneath those damn cableknit sweaters he loved to wear. He lifted his head to meet your eyes and you nodded, the two of you groaning in unison when he slowly slid back before pushing into you again.

Your hands moved to cradle his head, holding him close as he groaned again, setting up his rhythm that sent a delicious sensation of sparks shooting through every single one of your nerve endings. You turned your head and gently bit his earlobe, causing his hips to stutter and him to give a breathless laugh. It was your turn to smile wickedly and Ransom shook his head as he stared down at you.

“Playing wi—with fire, baby girl.”

You moved your hands to his cheeks, where his five-o-clock shadow was just starting. You waited until his pretty eyes met yours again and you whispered to him.

“Maybe I like the burn.”

Ransom lowered his head to kiss you, and you gasped when he suddenly rolled over, his back flat against the bed and you straddling his waist. You shook your head, glaring down at the cocky smile on his face.

“I think you need to work for this next one, Doc.” “You sure about that, Hugh?”

You watched his Adam’s Apple work as he swallowed, and you reached down to take hold of his cock, watching his eyes drift shut as you repaid him from earlier, slowly stroking him.

“Doc, don’t tease me.” “Don’t tell me what to do, Ransom.” “I need—fuck!”

You smiled as you took him in your mouth, relaxing your throat until you’d swallowed him down. He moaned, hands moving to gather your hair as you ever-so-slowly bobbed your head, your tongue working to brush over every inch of him.

“Fuck. Goddamn it, don’t make me blow right now.”

You lifted your head, letting him fall from your mouth with a ‘pop,’ tossing your hair back. You smiled at him and he shook his head, reaching for you. You slap his hands away, taking hold of his cock and holding it steady as you let yourself sink down onto it.

You closed your eyes at the stretch this new position caused, moving your hands to his shoulders and holding on. Ransom was almost panting, fingers digging into your thighs as you rhythmically tightened around him.

“Fuck, baby, please. Move. I need you to move.” “Just give me—“

You whimpered, letting your head fall back, just delighting in the feeling of fullness for a moment. You lifted yourself up, sliding back down with a soft moan, getting louder when Ransom’s hands moved to your breasts. You shook your head as warmth filled your cells, lifting your hands to your hair and holding it up as you swiveled your hips. Ransom cursed, the words unintelligible as the warmth gave way to pure fire in your veins, burning until you jolted forward, nails digging into Ransom’s shoulders as you came again, mouth open in a silent scream.

You fell against Ransom’s chest and he wrapped his arms around you, rolling again until he was on top, sliding back into you as you whimpered for him. He took hold of the hand you reached for him with, bringing it to his lips before looping your arm around his neck. He lowered his head until the two of you were sharing oxygen with every breath and you shook your head.

“I can’t go again.” “Yes, you can.” “Ransom—“ “One more for me, baby. Come with me.”

You shook your head, weak arms holding him as tightly as you could stand. Ransom moved his hips just the way you needed and you moaned, fingers pushing into his hair and grasping a handful, making him moan when you gave a weak tug. Ransom’s breathing increased as you felt yourself tip over the edge again, your pussy milking Ransom for all he had, making him curse and lose his rhythm as he came.

Ransom held you tightly once he rolled off of you and gathered you in his arms. You held him just as tightly, fingers brushing through his hair as your heartbeat slowed and your breathing regulated again.

This was your favorite time with the Thrombey family playboy. When he was quiet, soaking in the afterglow, trembling slightly, clinging to you like you were the only thing anchoring him to this world. You knew once he opened his goddamn mouth this blissfulness would be shattered, but for a few moments, you could pretend.

He kissed your forehead and you wanted to cry. That was the signal, that it was time to break the stillness, time for you to push him away with the falsehood of being hot-natured, the only chance you’d have to push him away before he did it to you.

You sat up, shaking your head, brushing your fingers through tangled hair.

“You fucking came inside me.” “How much is Plan B? I’ll write you a check.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Tack on an office visit with it. Christmas is coming soon.” “I thought you didn’t want me as a patient anymore.”

You slid off the bed, gathering your robe and heading for the bathroom. You slid it over your shoulders and smiled back at him.

“You want to tell me this didn’t do you as good as a therapy session would have?”

Ransom grinned at you and you rolled your eyes as you stepped into the bathroom. You closed your eyes and leaned against the door, waiting just a moment before sighing and sliding the robe off your shoulders.

You washed your hands and walked back into your bedroom, finding Ransom still in your bed. You raised an eyebrow and he lifted a shoulder, a smile playing at his lips. You crossed your arms over your chest, leaning against the doorway.

“I thought you’d be halfway to Boston by now.” “Thought about it. Also thought about one more orgasm.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Sorry, but I’m tapped out. Feeling a little dehydrated.”

Ransom gave a laugh as you walked back to the bed. He slid to the edge, reaching up and untying your robe, sliding it open so he could just look at you. You felt your cheeks warm as he leaned forward, barely-there stubble brushing against your breasts as he pressed his lips to the middle of your chest, right over your heart. You shook your head, moving your hands to cup his face.

“What’s going on?”

He sighed, staring up at you.

“I just … I guess it’s just occurred to me that I’m going to have to do this on my own.” “Do what, Ransom?”

He smiled.

“Life. I’m going to have to depend on myself from here on out.”

You nodded, biting back the words, trying to cut off the thoughts that he could depend on you, if he’d only ask. He stood up and your hands fell, your eyes closing as he took hold of your face, pulling you in and kissing you deeply, slowly, until you were clinging to him. He pulled back to brush your nose with his own, kissing your lips one more time. He stepped around you, bending to grab his clothes and slipping them on.

“Ransom?”

He didn’t answer you, and you pulled your robe closed, holding it tight to your body. When he had his clothes back on, he turned to you.

“Don’t worry, Doc. I’ll be fine.”

You sighed, speaking under your breath.

“I always worry about you, Ransom.”

He smiled.

“I know you do.”

He walked back to you and took hold of your face again, kissing you gently, sweetly, so different from the kisses you were used to sharing with him. You shook your head, moving your hands to his shoulders when he started to move away, holding him in place.

“Why does this feel like goodbye?” “Maybe it is.”

You shook your head, resting your forehead against his shoulder. Ransom smiled, tilting his head to rest against yours, whispering softly.

“I’ll come back for you. I promise.” “What are you going to do?”

He waited until you lifted your head, smiling at you when you met his eyes.

“I’m going to make my own way.”

He kissed you one last time, leaving your bedroom, grabbing his coat and whistling as he walked out the door. You sighed, shaking your head and heading for the shower.

Two days later, you grabbed the paper and tossed it on your kitchen table, pouring yourself a cup of coffee. You brought the coffee to the table, sitting down to start your morning routine. You opened the paper and your eyes widened, the mug falling from your hand to bump the edge of the table before shattering on the floor. Coffee spilled across the table, dripping down onto the floor as you stared at the newspaper’s headline.

HARLAN THROMBEY, DEAD AT 85

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oliviastan17 · 4 years

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Just a dream (1/7)

Summary: You are the prop manager working on the set of FATWS and that means you are in charge of putting the Winter Soldier arm on Sebastian Stan. Feelings develop (for one of you) and the pair’s mutual friend Chris Evans steps in to be a wingman.

Warnings: 18+, language, fluff, smut, drinking

Length: 3.5k (ish)

A/N: So this was a dream and I dream in stories…like they pick up again where they left off every couple of days (it’s weird I know). I already had dream #2 but I’m probably not going to post it unless someone asks for it. Also I have never written anything before so be nice…or don’t…whatever. Feel free to reblog. DO NOT POST TO ANY OTHER WEBSITE! And thank you @sinner-as-saint for helping me!

Even outside the trailer you could hear the laughter. One you recognized.

Knock knock knock.

Sebastian answered the door.

“Hey, I need to get you in your arm,” you said.

The words took no more than 3 seconds to say but he was immediately fascinated with you.

“No fucking way! Y/n?!”

You watched Chris as he walked out of Sebastian’s trailer and down the stairs to give you a hug.

“Oh God, what are you doing here? Are you just following me around now?” you responded.

“Ha ha,” he said sarcastically wrapping you up in a hug. “Just came to see some friends. I’m working across the lot. How have you been?” he asked crossing his arms.

“I was great and then you showed up,” you said smiling casually while holding a winter soldier arm in your hands.

“Seb, Y/n here is the best prop manager there is. I mean her personality is kinda “meh” but she’s great at her job!” he said laughing as he dodged your kick

“Evans, go away or I will very happily show your friend here those pictures I only told you I deleted.”

He threw his arms up. “Okay, I’m gonna go find Mackie. Watch out for this one,” he said pointing at you to Sebastian. “She’s nothing but trouble.”

“God, he’s like that annoying brother you can’t get away from,” you said laughing. “Arm please,” you said shaking a bottle of lube.

“Best part of the day,” Sebastian sarcastically said.

He took his jacket off, pulled his arm out of the sleeve of his shirt and held it out while you poured lube from his elbow down to his fingers and began to spread it around to cover his entire muscular forearm. His eyes were immediately drawn to the diamond ring you wore on your left ring finger. Damn, she’s taken.

You didn’t see when Chris turned around and started walking back towards you. Your back was to him and he took the opportunity.

He snuck up behind you and screamed “Y/N!”

Your scream made several crew members turn their heads.

“I fucking hate you so much,” you said as he laughed hysterically.

“I forgot to ask you…I’m producing this project coming up and we need a prop manager and I think you would be perfect for…”

“No!” you cut him off. “I am never working with you again. Ever!”

“Sounds great! I’ll call you! Thanks Y/n!” he said as he walked away ignoring your rejection. You didn’t really mean it anyway.

“I swear I’m going to release those photos,” you said to Sebastian. “And you better warn me if you see him coming back over here.”

“I will, I promise. What kind of photo’s are they?”

“Let’s just say he may or may not have passed out after a wrap party and I may or may not have taken some compromising pictures.” Your smile almost took the breath out of him.

“Okay, you have to show me now…”

“I’m going to keep holding them over his head for now. Especially if he’s going to keep hanging out over here.”

Your walkie talkie made a beep and an assistant radioed asking which gun they were using for Falcon today.

With the metal arm successfully in place you wiped her hands on a towel and took the walkie out of your back pocket and radioed that you would be there in a minute.

“Okay, how’s that feel? You can move and everything?”

“Yeah it feels great,” Sebastian said while wiggling his hand around.

The walkie went off again and you excused yourself to go deal with your next task. As he watched you walk away he mumbled to himself, “God I’m in trouble.”

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He had never enjoyed going to work so much. He always liked going to work but not as much as he did now. Going meant he got to see you. You fascinated him. You were funny, a tad mysterious and absolutely gorgeous.

Over the past few months he had grown to like you even more and he wasn’t sure how that was possible. But for the last week he couldn’t help but notice you weren’t your normal happy self…and your ring was missing. It was an cruel symbol staring him in the face every time you were handing him some prop for a scene or putting the arm on which, lucky for him, was every day this week.

“What happened to your ring?” he asked as you were pouring the KY on his arm.

“Oh…um… I tend to take off jewelry given to me when the person that gave it to me cheats.” You took a deep breath and avoided making eye contact.

“I’m sorry.”

That was all he could think to say. He could tell you didn’t want to talk about it so he didn’t press anymore.

Your walkie beeped-“Y/n, I can’t find the phones we need for today. Or the knives. Or the shield.”

With an annoyed expression on your face you looked down at your hands which were covered in lube and you had (of course) forgotten the towel. Your walkie was in the normal place, in your back pocket.

“Can you help me out?” you asked turning around signaling you wanted him to take the walkie out of your pocket. He did and held the button down so you could speak.

“I was just in the prop room 5 minutes ago and laid everything out. It’s all there. Look harder,” you said as you rolled your eyes and continued to help Sebastian into the arm.

A minute later there’s another beep- “Y/n I still can’t find ‘em.”

“You’ve gotta fucking be kidding me,” you said under your breath.

Nodding at Sebastian to push the button on the walkie you replied “Yeah, ok I’ll be right there.”

You were finished putting the arm on but still had no towel to wipe your hands. You turned around again to have Sebastian put the walkie back in your pocket. He did so being careful not to take advantage of the situation even though he very much wanted to. As you walked away he felt his chest ache. Who the fuck would cheat on you? He also felt a little guilty for being so happy that you were now single.

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It was maybe a month later when he finally started to notice you were getting back to smiling, laughing, and generally being the woman he was first so attracted to. Filming was on a break for a week for Thanksgiving and he was missing going to work. In fact, he was counting down the days until everyone was back on set. Deciding distraction was the way to go he went out to get a start on Christmas shopping. Wandering aimlessly through a store he stopped dead in his tracks when he heard your voice and looked up.

You were walking towards him with bags in one hand and the hand of a small child in your other. Running your fingers through your hair you stopped to look at some toys sitting on the end of the aisle and he could hear you asking the child to choose between 2 toys.

“Which one should we get for Noah?”

She pointed at one after some thought and then went to grab the other one.

“This one is for me.”

“Hmmm…Well maybe Santa will bring that one for you for Christmas. But we’re not getting it today.”

She didn’t like that answer and proceeded to argue with you and eventually started to fake cry and throw a fit.

Squatting down to be on her level you calmly said “Hey you need to calm down. Do I need to call Santa and tell him you’re not behaving?” She shook her head no and then found a ball to play with.

“That’s what I thought,” you said with a laugh. As you stood up you saw Sebastian walking towards you with that ridiculously handsome smile.

“I didn’t know you had a little girl.”

“She’s my niece.”

He nodded in understanding.

“Harper, this is my friend Sebastian. Can you say hi?” you said to the three year old now hugging your leg.

Sebastian knelt down. “It’s nice to meet you Harper,” he said as he held his hand out for a handshake. She shook her head no and hid behind your legs.

“How about a high five?” he asked. She shook her head no again.

“What about knuckles?” you suggested and Harper smiled and extended her fist to pound into his.

Sebastian and you talked about nothing in particular for 5 minutes while Harper continued to play with the ball she was still holding and then (of course) decided to start acting up again.

“Oh man, where’s my phone to call Santa?” you said while you looked through your purse and pulled out your phone. Harper once again settled down and got distracted by pushing buttons on a different toy.

“Wow that works really well,” Sebastian said with a laugh.

“Yeah except for the time I was talking to “Santa” and she ripped the phone away from my ear and realized there was no one there.”

“Well we can’t have that.” He grabbed the phone out of your hand. “I’m putting my number in your phone so when you call “Santa” that won’t happen again.”

“Oh you don’t have…”

“Done.” He handed the phone back to her with his signature grin.

Before you could argue with him more you felt someone tug on your sweater.

“Auntie I have to go potty.”

“Alright let’s go. Say goodbye to Sebastian.”

Harper shyly waved goodbye.

“Bye Harper. Make sure to tell your Aunt you want to talk to Santa later. I’m sure he’s just waiting for your call to hear about your day.”

Later that night….

“So it’s getting kinda late and Santa hasn’t heard from you (sad face emoji)”

You looked through your texts and saw that he had texted himself from your phone. Sneaky.

“Well she doesn’t live with me and I thought it might be a little weird to have my brother call you lol”

“OK I guess that would be a little strange. Are you planning on stopping by James’ tonight?”

“I wasn’t planning on it.”

“Could I change your mind on that?”

“I don’t know. Give it your best shot.”

He took a picture of himself pouting and sent it.

“Please?”

“I’m not convinced…”

He took a more dramatic crying photo and sent it.

“What about now?”

“Nope. Gonna have to try harder.”

He had someone take a photo of him with his head in his hands. Chris was sitting next to him pointing at Sebastian while making the gesture of a tear falling down his cheek. You laughed at the picture.

“I guess I could use a drink…”

You could hear Mackie’s booming laughter as you walked into the bar. He and Sebastian were playing darts and arguing about the rules while others were playing pool. It was a dive bar, low key and relaxed environment. Just the kind you liked.

“Anthony enough with the thighs! What do your thighs have to do with you sucking at darts?” Sebastian yelled.

Anthony laughed and saw you walking towards them.

“Hey, Y/n come watch me teach Seb a lesson!” he said as he threw the dart at the target and completely missed.

“I’m gonna get a drink first Hawkeye,” you laughed.

Sebastian watched you as you walked away. After ordering you leaned against the bar resting your elbow on it. You were laughing at something someone said as you reached for your drink when Chris spotted you. He snuck up on you while your back was turned and grabbed your shoulders.

“Y/N!”

“Oh my god!” you yelled while you brought your hand up to your racing heart. “Why are you always doing that?”

“You’re just too easy to scare. I can’t help it. I’m sorry!”

“No, you’re not!”

“Yeah, I know I’m an asshole,” he said laughing. “But you know who’s not an asshole? Sebastian.”

He saw the genuine confusion on your face. “I think he’s into you so I’m just here to put in a good word for him.”

He sensed your hesitation. “Look, he really wanted you here tonight and he hasn’t stopped looking for you since you said you were coming. I know you just got out of your last relationship…and I told you I never liked that guy…but I just want you to know that Seb’s one of the good guys okay? Just keep an open mind.”

You nodded and took a deep breath.

“Now, let’s get you drunk,” he said as he handed you a shot which you downed and chased with a beer. After one more shot courtesy of Chris and a refilled beer you began to feel the effects before you had even finished walking over to the tables the rest of the crew were at by the dart boards.

Sebastian gave you hug as you walked up. “So am I always going to need Chris here to help me convince you to come out?”

“Actually you had me convinced with the first photo. I was just curious to see what else you would come up with,” you laughed.

“I like a challenge,“ he said with a mischievous grin.

The night was full of laughter, stolen looks, and many, many drinks thanks to a drinking game you and Sebastian created.

“Take a shot every time Chris laughs and grabs his chest,” you whispered to Sebastian.

He laughed. “We’re going to get alcohol poisoning.”

Five shots into the night Chris had figured out what the two of you were doing so the game was called off. It was a little before 2 am and by that point most members of the group had either left or started to arrange for rides home.

When your Uber was less than 5 minutes away Sebastian walked outside with you to wait for both of your rides. It was cold outside and you stood with your arms crossed, shifting your weight and taking small steps to try and warm up.

“Come here,” Sebastian said as he put his arms around you in a hug.

“You smell like whiskey and ceder wood,” you said laughing.

“Is that a good thing?” he laughed.

“Yes, you smell good.”

You lifted your head up and made eye contact, your faces only inches apart. You both starred into each other’s eyes for a good 10 seconds before your phone chimed and you broke the stare grabbing your phone to check where the car was.

“Ugh! Dumb ass is nowhere near here. He’s just driving in a circle 2 blocks away.”

Sebastian’s Uber pulled up right then and he opened the door.

“We can share mine.”

You got in the car on the passenger side as he held the door and scooted over to the driver’s side to make room for him. After giving the driver your address you relaxed in your seat leaning your head back on the headrest.

“Ah I needed this so much tonight.”

“I think the words you are looking for are ‘thank you Seb for getting me to come out tonight.’”

“Thank you Seb.” As you said the words the most breath taking smile took over his face. Why it took Chris saying what he said to open your eyes to the absolute beauty sitting next to you, you’ll never understand.

The rest of the ride is filled with flirts and teasing.

"Well this is me. Thanks for the ride. I’ll see you later,” you said as you gave him a hug.

“Not if I see you first.” He dropped his head and brought his hand up to rub his forehead as he realized what he said was completely cheesy.

“Very smooth.” Laughing you stepped out of the car and Sebastian watched you walk up to your door. He couldn’t believe someone as stunning, kind, and incredible as you existed.

As the Uber drove away he was lost in his thoughts. You made him nervous and he said that stupid “not if I see you first” line. What was he thinking?

He only lived about 15 minutes from you but he felt like the ride only lasted 30 seconds. Time flew when he thought about you. When he arrived at his house he opened the door to get out of the car when a light caught his eye. It was a cell phone left on the seat. It was your cell phone.

“Turn around,” he told the driver with a smile on his face. Thank God someone decided to text you at the exact right time.

The driver pulled up to the house and Sebastian walked up to your front door and rang the doorbell. He told himself to actually be smooth this time.

You answered the door in pajamas (black leggings and an off the shoulder red sweatshirt). Hair up in a messy bun and makeup off you were still the most beautiful person he had ever seen.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“You forgot something,” he said holding up your phone.

“Oh my god, thank you,” you said as you let out a sigh of relief. “I thought I left it at the bar or something.”

“I forgot something too.” He walked towards you until his lips were less than an inch from your face. His hand cupped the back of your neck while the other wrapped around your waist with his eyes never leaving yours. He waited for any sign of rejection and when you gave none he pressed his lips to yours. It was soft at first and you wrapped your arms around his neck. As he deepened the kiss you pushed the door shut and the two of you walked further into your house while your lips never left each other.

He had you pinned against the wall kissing your neck while his grip around your waist tightened. Picking you up so that your legs wrapped around his waist he carried you to the bedroom where he sat down on the bed as you straddled his thighs. You smiled against his lips and he broke the kiss to stare at you while tucking a few stray hairs behind your ear.

You pulled his face closer to yours and kissed him while taking off his jacket. He removed his shirt and then slipped his hands up and under your shirt to remove it. As his hands caressed your back you began to move your hips to grind on him. He let out a soft moan as he grabbed you to place your back on the bed and climbed on top of you.

He kissed you with unbelievable passion as his hands felt every inch of you they could. He slipped his hand down the front of your leggings just as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. You moaned as he rubbed your clit. Your back arched as he kissed his way down from your neck to your breasts to your stomach. He watched you bite your lip as he peeled your pants off and licked his lips before crashing them back onto yours. He had his fingers curling while pumping in and out of you while his mouth moved perfectly with yours. Sebastian was somehow able to touch you in every single right spot at the right time and soon he felt your walls clamp down on his fingers while you moaned in release.

Watching him take his pants off and bite his lip was the sexiest thing you had ever seen. No words were needed. He somehow knew what you wanted and performed expertly. He moved in and out of you at the perfect rhythm. It did not take long for you to come completely undone as he brought you to a shaking orgasm. Watching you completely lose control made him come soon after.

As you both laid there recovering he brought his right hand up in the air with his palm facing you. You slapped it with the palm of your left hand and you both laughed at the after sex high five. It was something that would be repeated 2 other times that night.

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shirtlesssammy · 4 years

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2x02: Everybody Loves a Clown

Then:

Dean wore cute hospital PJs once. And I’m being really flippant over a very cool Then sequence.

Now:

Medford, Wisconsin

At a fair, the locals are enjoying the rides, and carnies, and clowns (and fire breathers--I mean, I spent many a summer at the county fair in my youth, but I guess, never the one in Medford, WI...wow.) A family with a young girl is enjoying the day. The daughter sees a clown in the distance and waves.

Yay CLOWNS! If the fucking thing didn’t look like Pennywise’s depressed cousin, maybe I wouldn’t be so skeptical right now.

Later that night the family drives home in their little Smart Car when the daughter sees Pennywise’s cousin again. Even later, the daughter, hopped up on cotton candy and Fun Dip, can’t sleep. She looks outside to see Pennywise’s cousin chillin’ in her backyard. TOTES NOT CREEPY. She races downstairs to let him inside.

Meanwhile, the brothers give their father a hunter’s funeral. Sam is overwhelmed and wants to know if John said anything to Dean before he died. WHelps, NO Sam, NOT AT ALL. Dean lets a Single Man Tear fall because he’s not emotional and not lying and not a big ball of pain and anger and relief and guilt.

One week later, Dean’s at Bobby’s fixing up Baby (and finally grooving to the actual music of the show, thx Netflix for always ruining my season 1 experience).

For Is This Pornography Science:

Sam wants Dean to admit SOMETHING. Dean wants to bury it all REAL deep and continue to fix his soul car in silence.

Sam also has a voicemail on their dad’s phone from a woman named Ellen. They agree to head out to find the woman.

Sidenote: I love that the minivan only plays AM 70’s music. GOLD.

Anyway, they end up at a place called the Roadhouse. They head inside to the seemingly deserted bar. There’s a man sleeping on the pool table. Dean is accosted by a young woman with a shotgun. He gets the better hand without issue though. She punches him though and Sam comes out from the back at the end of another gun. Boy, this is a real fun crowd.

Meet Ellen and Jo Harvelle. They know Sam and Dean, but Sam and Dean don’t know them. And I know John is fresh in his grave, but fuck you, man. Way to isolate and terrorize your children their whole lives. Ellen tells them she could help with the demon. She then puts it together that John is not alright. Sam admits that the demon probably got him.

Ellen tells them that Ash can help them with their cause. Enter: Ash and all his mullet glory.

Dean and Ash flirt unnecessarily. Ash is a genius and can’t believe what John accomplished. (I mean, what does a genius have to do with hunting, but ok. Sam and Dean are geniuses too but I’d say it’s their street smarts that’s kept them in the game this long.)

Anyway, Ash can track the demon. He just needs time. Dean tells Ash that he really likes his hair, and then the camera thought that was too gay so it cuts to Jo’s butt. It’s a cute butt and all, but Dean’s still very bisexual.

Sam asks Ellen about a folder of case information.

Dean asks Jo about how Ellen got caught up in the hunter life. Jo’s dad was a hunter. He passed away. There’s a moment of Dean thinking about Jo in more than a friendly stranger way but that passes really quickly. Jo calls him out but Sam interrupts (as he does). He’s caught a case!

Sam actively wants to pursue a killer clown case. What kind of upside down world are we living in? Oh right, the world where Sam works cases to process/push through his grief. The brothers try to figure out what’s happening. Dean wonders if it’s a cursed object since it’s moving from town to town with the carnival and it’s happened in the past. Time to find that needle in a haystack!

At the carnival, a disillusioned kid wanders around the funhouse with his dad. He sees Pennywise’s cousin.

He’s scared but his dad tells him they’re his friends. That night, little Evan lets his new friend into his home to murder his parents. Boy, I dread thinking about the panel of therapists he’ll need in life.

The brothers decide to pose as carnival workers to blend in to find the cursed object. Dean immediately gets off on the wrong foot with one of the carnival workers, who is blind and has an apparent hair trigger temper. Papazian, the worker, is also adept at whirling blades right into a bullseye which is definitely #goals. Dean then pulls an older brother and makes Sam sit in the clown chair during their interview. “This place is a refuge for outcasts,” the carnival manager says. SOLD!

The boys patrol the carnival with EMF meters, until Sam discovers a real human skeleton dangling in the funhouse. YEESH. Papazian overhears Dean talking about the case over his phone and stops him to ask about “EMF” and “skeletons.” Dean scrambles for an explanation. Um, they’re writing a book about...ghosts! Phew! Saved it, Dean Bean. Before the end of the day Sam and Dean witness another kid who sees an invisible clown. Dun dun DUN.

Sam and Dean tail the family to their home and then sit outside waiting for the clown to appear. It’s much later when a light turns on in the house. The little girl is awake and she’s ready to bring in her new playmate!

My GOD.

Dean and Sam intercede in the most shotgunniest of ways, by breaking into the house and blasting away at the clown. The clown suddenly fades to nothing and launches out the door.

Invisible clown on the loose? G R E A T

Later that morning, the Winchesters ditch the van in the woods off the side of the road.

While they walk, they discuss emotions. Sam pushes Dean to grieve in a healthier, more open way. But Dean is OKAY, he’s FINE! He pushes Sam in return to deal with their Dad’s death and stop trying to bury himself in hunting.

Later, with emotions safely squashed into a tiny space in their chests again, they go over the case. Ellen’s crew turned up a likely suspect: they’re dealing with a rakshasa, which feeds on people and can turn invisible. They eat every 20-30 years so it lines up with the earlier carnival. Carnival manager Cooper worked at both carnivals, and is now their top suspect.

Sam breaks into Cooper’s trailer, while Dean heads to Papazian to borrow a brass rakshasa-killing knife. Papazian invites Dean to look for the knife in a trunk, only Dean discovers a clown wig inside. “You?” Dean asks before Papazian morphs out on him.

Dean breaks out of the trailer and runs into Sam. He didn’t get the knife, but he found the killer! Good job? Unfortunately Papazian is currently in invisible mode. Sam races for the funhouse to get some brass, heading for the piping hot pipe organ to steal a few blades.

In the funhouse, knives whirl out of nowhere, pinning Dean to the wall. He pulls the fire extinguisher system and the invisible shape gets trapped in the mist and strobe light. The Winchesters stab it with a brass pipe and it fades away into a pile of clothes.

Back at Ellen’s bar, Jo congratulates them on a successful hunt. She heavily hints that Sam’s a third wheel and Sam miraculously leaves so that Jo can make her move.

Dean admits that he’d be heavily on the side of massive flirtation, but he’s been having a rough time lately. “Wrong place, wrong time,” Jo surmises. Yep!

Ash wanders in. He scraped out all the data from John’s notes and turned it into a genuine demon tracking program on his computer. He’ll notify the Winchesters if omens turn up.

Ellen offers the Winchesters spare beds but they head back to Bobby’s so Dean can drink and work on his car and pretend that he doesn’t feel things. Sam admits that he’s got a lot to work through about their Dad’s death. He feels guilty that he never mended fences with their dad, and admits that he isn’t okay. He tells Dean that he knows he’s feeling the same. Dean admits his own feelings, except instead of words he uses a crowbar to bash the living hell out of the rear trunk of his soul. I mean car. Dean bby

DEAN SMASH:

I feel like a friggin’ soccer mom!

Was there an article in the Demon Hunters Quarterly that I missed?

I know what you're thinking, Sam. Why did it have to be clowns?

“Planes crash!” “And apparently clowns kill!”

I swear, the next person who asks me if I'm okay, I'm gonna start throwing punches

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royallyprincesslilly · 3 years

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Title: Rumor Has It {Epilogue}

Chris Evans x Famous Reader Uriah “Riah” Tyler

Warning: Cursing, Plot, Fluff,

Words: 2.2k

Summary: You and Chris have been married for four years after a whirlwind romance. You are both happy and trying to navigate marriage in the public eye while balancing your successful careers. In the entertainment industry, not everything is as it seems, the flash of a camera lens impairs vision. As scandal and flashing lights put a strain on your once fairytale marriage is it possible your Hollywood marriage can stand the test of the rumor mill?

**Inspired by a video seen of Chris and his co-star Ana De Armas on their press tour for Knives Out at TIFF where she kept touching his chest and face standing about five inches apart.

NOTE: DO NOT COME FOR ME. THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION.

**Loosely Edited/Proofread**

Thank you guys for reading!!!! If you enjoyed this please LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG. 😊❤️❤️

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If the public ripped Chris a new asshole when the odds seemed ever not in his favor, they massacred Ana once the facts were revealed. When it came out just how low Ana had gone in her efforts to get your husband, the world turned into a colder place. The tabloids ran endless pieces on what a horrible person she was. They were relentless when it came to nitpicking not just her behavior and actions, but they even went in on her acting. You could have said you felt bad for her, but you didn’t. Not one bit.

The support that came out for you and Chris was heartwarming. Everyone seemed to want to wrap the two of you in a cocoon of support and love. You received well-wishes from fans and supporters, and even celebs sent floral arrangements, all expressing their support for you. The narrative that was spun was the diabolical plot of Ana and jilted ex Christiano who concocted a plot that was to end with Ana getting Chris and Christiano kidnapping you. Most of the details were released to the press, though you and Chris had both tried to keep as much of it under wraps as possible. Neither one of you wanted to continue dealing with it. You just wanted to move forward and focus on better things—happier things.

Because Christiano had broken into your home and attempted to cause harm to its residents, Chris’s actions were seen as self-defense, and Chrisnao’s death ruled an accidental result of self-defense. Though the White family were distraught once they were faced with the severity of Christiano’s actions and continued plans, they didn’t have the heart to put you through any further trauma. You’d suspected it was Christina’s doing, and a floral arrangement from her a few weeks after the incident proved your suspicions.

You’d been friends with her first, and it was a friendship that survived the end of your relationship with Christiano. This was her way of letting it be known that her brother did wrong. A month after the incident, her statement shed light on Christiano’s mental health and revealed he’d been struggling for several years since the break-up. She made no apologies for his actions and didn’t try to make him seem like a victim. She was adamant about letting the full truth be seen. She did offer an apology to you, Chris, your families, and your children.

For her part in the plot, her actions of physically trying to kill you, not knowing you pregnant at the time, was what sealed Ana’s fate. She was sentenced to jail, and it wasn’t entirely the sentence of a privileged woman. It was one of a criminal who showed no remorse for their actions. She was given nine years behind bars, and because she was living and working in the US on a visa rather than citizenship, after the completion of her sentence, she would be deported to Spain.

Even film studios were distancing themselves from her at record speed. All the roles she had been considered for quickly changed their views and voiced wanting you to have the roles. It was sort of poetic to you. She hated you because you were black, and you didn’t deserve all you had, including your career and husband. In the end, she was the absolute furthest from your husband, and now everything that was hers would be yours.

You and Chris were on a flight to Massachusetts two days after the incident. Neither of you were suspects; there was no reason for you to remain in LA, so you quietly packed up what you wanted and made arrangements to pack up the house for the foreseeable future, then went where both of you felt like you belonged. You left any details about your career plans to your manager to close. Everyone seemed to understand the want you had to step back from work and Hollywood, especially when the news was out that you were going to be parents.

That was the only thing Chris seemed to care about. He was on a mission to keep you comfortable, happy, and taken care of. From the minute he carried you over the threshold of the home he’d built for you, it felt like a fresh start, a new beginning meant just for the five of you.

He was there beside you every morning, patting your back as you vomited because of your morning sickness until you were four and a half months along. He was there for every single appointment. He read every book you did to prepare for the remainder of your pregnancy and life with twins. He was there preparing you lunch every afternoon, there massaging your feet and back at the end of every night. He was there to lather on the cocoa and shea butter to your growing belly. He was there to compliment every stretch mark you received because of your quickly stretching skin. He was there to kiss each of them while telling you how much he loved each and every tiger stripe, as he called them. He was even there for you when none of your clothes fit you, and he offered you all his cable-knit sweaters, hoodies, sweatpants, and button-downs.

When your belly became so big you couldn’t see your feet; he put your shoes on for you. When you couldn’t get up without looking like a beached whale, Chris was there to carry you wherever you wanted to go. There rarely went an hour that went by where he didn’t strip you to worship your body as if you were his scripture, and he worshiped you and you alone. Not a day passed where you didn’t feel loved, desired, and protected.

Through it all, you decided that therapy was beneficial and a powerful enough tool to bring you back together that you wanted to continue. Dr. Danquah was thrilled having the two of you as clients again and, because of your progress, saw no need for you to see her more than twice a month to keep the lines of communication and the roots of love and passion ever strong. The love you felt for Chris and the connection you felt to each other only deepened throughout your pregnancy.

Just when you thought you couldn’t love him anymore, he did something to prove you wrong. Every day you found something more to love. If it wasn’t his fun-loving nature that was on display every time he played with Dodger, it was his outdoorsy adventurism with the way he bounded from the bed once the sun rose to drag you on another of his nature walks so he could photograph the trees or the hills. If it wasn’t his romantic side with how he prepared candlelit baths every night that posed as a prequel to dinner by candlelight and the most passionate session of lovemaking, it was his undercover, not so undercover freak antics with him wanting to christen every single room in the house and a few spots outdoors with your lovemaking. At nights when he thought you were sleeping, you heard him talking to the babies as he caressed your stomach. That was what you loved most. His sheer love, devotion, and adoration for his children and the strong protector that resided in him. he was the only one for you.

“Push Riah.”

“Don’t fucking tell me to push. You push!”

Chris snorted, and you wanted to kill him. His hands rubbed your belly before he kissed your jaw from his position behind you in the tub in your bathroom.

“I can push with you, but you have the babies in you. You have to show them the way.”

You groaned, and it echoed in the hallowed bathroom.

“You can do this, Uriah,” Lisa encouraged, giving your shoulder a firm squeeze.

You looked across to your mother, who nodded, hoping to steel your nerve. Chris kissed your ear.

“Come on, dragonfly. You got this. Bring our babies into the world so we can spoil them.”

And you can change all the poop diapers?”

Chris snorted again. “I don’t recall making any such promise.”

You squeezed his hand with everything you had. He groaned and hissed from the pain.

“Ah, ah, wow. Okay, I see my error. Yes, all poop diapers that you don’t want.” You released his hand, letting him relax somewhat.

“Use that, baby. I know it’s hard. I know it hurts, and I’m sorry.”

“This is your fault,” you pointedly accused.

“Yes. My fault. I take full blame. I’m sorry.”

“You owe me so big for this, Evans.”

He nodded, agreeing with you. that was when the pain intensified at levels that made you regret choosing a natural birth at home.

“Oh fuckity, fuck. So big, Evans!”

“You’re crowning. Do you want to come over here and catch your baby, dad?”

Chris moved from behind you and got into position between your legs. His eyes widened, clearly seeing the baby’s head. The excitement around you was palpable, and it gave you a burst of energy to get the baby out. You grabbed your knees, hunkered down, and pushed because whether you were supposed to or not. Your scream was loud, and the screams of those around you picked up. They shouted to you, encouraging you to keep going and not to stop. The look on Chris's face suddenly changed, and you saw the tears in his eyes.

“Oh my god, Riah, I can—I can see—oh baby, I can see a face. come on, Dragonfly, one more push.”

You screeched out and fought through the intense burning you felt, and in seconds the crying of a baby echoed in the bathroom.

“Aah, oh my god, Riah, it’s a girl. She’s here,” Chris elated as tears rolled down his cheeks.

You smiled widely as Chris held your daughter and cut her umbilical cord before he placed her on your chest.

“Oh my god!”

She was perfect, with a full head of hair that was the color of Chris’s and cheeks so plump you were tempted to pinch them. You only had a moment to place a kiss on her forehead before you felt another stab of pain that made you shout again. The second midwife took the baby from you so you could focus on pushing out her sister.

“She’s right there, Uriah. You’re doing incredible, baby,” your mother informed.

“I’m thinking three good pushes, Uriah. When you feel the urge, push.

You instantly felt the urge to push and returned to your previous position and pushed as hard as you could. This push was just as painful as the first one, but you felt this push accomplished more.

“Good push, her head is out. One more, and she’ll be out,” your first midwife said.

The look on everyone's face was one of anxiety and excitement. The sounds of your first daughter’s cries had died down, and the only thing that could be heard in the room was your panting, screeching, and grunting.

“Fuuuuuck!”

You managed to push your daughter out, and her cries filled the bathroom. Soon, it was not one baby crying but both of them.

“You did it!”

Lisa and your mother both kissed your cheeks and forehead, happily congratulating you and telling you how well you’d done while the midwives cleaned the babies to bring them to you. When Chris came up beside you, your mothers backed away, giving you a few moments together. Chris kissed your forehead.

“You’re incredible. You did so good, dragonfly. I’m so proud of you.” He kissed you once, then twice, and nuzzled his nose against yours.

“I love you so much.”

“Did someone order two perfect babies?”

The midwives placed your daughters in your arms.

“This is baby A; she was born first and her sister.”

Your tears flowed freely as so much emotion filled you. Love in it’s purest form washed over you.

“Chris. They’re beautiful.”

“Of course they are. They look just like you,” Chris said, kissing your temple.

A comfortable silence fell between you as you admired your newborn daughters.

“Any decision on names?”

You smiled and ran your thumb across the baby’s brow in your arm.

“Yeah. How do you feel about Nova and Rae?”

Chris’s face lit up as his smile spread so wide that you wondered if his face would split in two.

“I love them. Nova and Rae Evans,” he uttered. You nodded and couldn’t help but choke up, seeing the emotion on his face.

“Chasing dragonflies,” he whispered the meanings of the names you’d discussed weeks ago before his lips met yours for a tender kiss.

With his forehead pressed to yours, he whispered again. “Rumor has it you’re going to be an amazing mom.”

You smiled and looked at him before pressing your lips to his for a quick kiss. “Rumor has it you’re a DILF.”

Chris laughed so loud it startled your babies, making them stir and cry. You joined in laughing with him, unable to keep your sublime happiness under wraps any longer.

“Rumor has it you two will have siblings in record time,” Lisa said slightly above a whisper.

Everyone in the room laughed, not knowing how true those were most likely were. You and Chris gazed at each other with longing and love in your eyes. When Chris kissed you again, this time taking his time to do it properly, completely and heartily, you knew his mother’s words would be the truest spoken.

The End!!!!!

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mad-men-inc · 4 years

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Fragments from Beyond The Stars -- Rescue.

So ya boi wrote a thing, lmao. Enjoy some Star Wars bullshit! Basically my OCs (along with togruta!Kit) in a universe ive been on and off making for like 2-3 months. Please, dear god, ask me about them and the story if you’re interested. I would kill for you :eyes:

Kit slammed the door open, the woman at the head of the table merely raising an eyebrow at the loud entrance. The man sitting two chairs to her left stood up, his hand going to the blaster hanging off his belt, but between the woman's hand wave and Kit's own blaster aimed at his face, he conceded and left through a side door, paying a single glance back to the woman.

"Kit, I presume?"

"Where's Sam." It was barely a question, the hardness in Kit's voice making it clear that they werent here to play the woman's game.

"Tut tut, little Fighter. Not even going to ask how I know?"

"I know enough about you to know you pulled any intel from Sam's head, so tell me where she is before I pull the answer from yours." The response was growled, and the woman.. laughed. She tilted her head back, elegantly, and laughed to the ceiling.

"Oh, that's precious! You have just the fire I expected you to- you're just like she described." Her tone was mocking, teasing, light. Too fucking light. Kit fired their blaster, right for her cocky fucking face, but she held up a hand and stopped the laser in midair, halfway between her and Kit.

"Now, now. That's just rude," the joking tone gave way to offense, and the laser fell to the table's surface, sizzling out. "Play nicely or I'll have my men kill your little girlfriend."

Kit growled lowly, any fear at facing a Force user snuffed out by the threat to their friend- leader- partner. Still, they took the message, holstering their blaster and crossing their arms over their chest defiantly. A knife settled into each hand, slipped from the wrist guards they wore. "Fine. Take me to her."

The woman stood up, her hands resting delicately, balancing on her fingertips, against the table's surface. "Why would I do that, when it's more fun to keep you in suspense? She cried for you, you know," she circled the table, closing the distance between herself and Kit, one hand trailing over the table next to her. "She screamed and begged for you to stay away. To let her die, so you could stay free. Unfortunately, you didnt get the message-" a mocking pout "-apologies about that."

Kit didnt believe this woman, no matter how much that sounded exactly like their Sam. They wouldn't believe a word she said.

She continued, before they could interject any protests though. "I silenced her of course, dont worry. Couldnt have her scaring you off, now could i?" She was closer than Kit would like, her free hand coming up to flick at the tip of their montrals.

Kit finally uncrossed their arms, both hands shoving towards the woman full force. The blades sunk into her sides, the woman shouting and sending a Force wave into Kit. They flew backwards, through the door they had left open. The knives remained in the woman's sides.

They stood upright against the wall, ignoring the pain in their back, as they moved down the hallway. They opened every door searching for the woman they came for, their team leader, their fucking girlfriend, finally finding her in a tiny closet-like room that had become a makeshift cell, at the end of the hallway.

Kit's hands found her shoulders, helping Sam sit upright. As soon as she saw Kit's face, she started crying, shaking her head frantically.

"Go, go go go, go, get out of here, go-" she was begging, the words almost incoherent with how slurred and soft they were. Sam was.. out of it. Her eyes were unfocused and she was hardly breathing, she was covered in bruises and cuts and burns, she looked like she had barely eaten anything with how much thinner she was-- and she was trembling in Kit's hold.

They shook their head without a word, untying Sam's hands and easing her up with the wall as support."We have to go, Sammy," Kit was trying to hide their frantically beating heart, keeping their voice steady and level.

"Cant- cant, we cant, im- i cant go-" she was crying, shaking her head more, her chest was jerking with silent sobs that was followed by a flinch every time.

"I dont care if you cant walk, I’ll carry you, we have to go," Kit was getting nervous, glancing behind them at the doorway before slipping their arm under Sam's legs so they could scoop her up.

"Bomb- im- I'm a b-bomb, I cant go, its-- distance, I can't, I cant- Kitty, you have to go, please, please go-" her shoves were weak against Kit's chest and arms, but they got the point across well enough.

They stood upright anyway, keeping hold of Sam. "What's the range?" They moved out to the hallway, treading carefully as they waited for the answer.

"Wh- about the ship size, dont- cant leave it, she said- said itll kill anyone in 15- 15 feet, its tied to the- core. Core, core, if we break it-"

"You two arent breaking anything." Eliza spoke from behind the pair, Kit turning on their heels to face her. She was holding one arm across her sides, her other hand holding a lightsaber to the side. The weapon was off, but Sam's breath still caught and she started shaking, pressing against Kit tighter.

"Drop me and run- I've got her, please go-" she tried to tell Kit, but the togruta didnt pay her any mind. They ducked into the room that was beside them quickly, slamming the door behind them with their foot.

The room looked just like the one they had found Liza in before, so they ran for the side door and sprinted down the new hallway. The comm link on their wrist beeped once, Sam reaching over and activating it with a shaking hand.

"Kit, what's the story?" Evan's voice filtered through the device, Sam nearly sighing in relief. The gang was here to help. Maybe they did have a chance..

"I need you or Jason to pull up the schematics. There's a ranged bomb on Sam- we have to blow the core if we want to get her out of here alive." Kit spoke evenly, looking around them for some kind of sign that they were going the right way towards the core of the ship.

"Can never be easy with you fuckers, huh?" Jason spoke up, his voice riddled with amusement. He didnt wait for a retort, immediately setting about calling directions for Kit to take.

The pair were lucky in avoiding trooper patrols, and Liza had seemingly fucked off, so they arrived at the core drive quickly. Kit set Sam down by the door, giving her the comm link while they fished through their backpack for the explosive devices they always carried now. Too many times had they come in handy, for them to forget to bring a few.

Sam took the blaster from Kit's side, her grip strong but her aim shaking as she pointed the weapon at the door. If anyone walked through it, they would be dead -- probably.

Soft beeps echoed through the room as Kit placed the devices, all synchronizing with their detonator. They would need to get out of there first, get to their own escape ship before setting this place on a path to hell.

The door slid open, Sam opening fire until a strong Force had her finger stilling on the trigger. Kit ducked behind the massive core, cursing silently as Eliza strolled into the room and disarmed Sam. She wasnt holding her sides anymore, and Kit realized she had probably taken a hypo-syringe; she was fucking healed.

Sam trembled in the hold, immobile and hating every second of it. Eliza hummed, the same tune as always- Sam flinched and immediately squeezed her eyes shut as her whole body tensed up.

"That'a girl. You know it was very dumb of you to think you're getting out of here. And your actions.." the lightsaber ignited, Sam whimpering quietly as the red light flickered over her face. "Have consequences. Open your eyes, Samantha. I want you to watch this one. I want your little partner to watch this one."

She was cocky, far too cocky, and Kit snuck around the core to get closer to her. She wouldnt fucking touch their Sam any more- except she did.

The blade rested on Sam's side, right where one of Kit's knives had gone into the woman, and their breath hitched. Sam was lucky her goal wasnt to kill her. Or.. was she?

She shrieked, her muscles straining under the Force hold- she wanted to get away, to move, to run, to something, anything, but she was just as helpless now as she had been when she was first fucking taken.

"And what a shame it is theres nothing you can say to stop me this time. I don't want your information anymore. I want your fucking screams." And scream she did, as the laser was finally lifted up, only to be pushed against her other side.

Kit flinched at the sound, before sucking in a breath and moving to get behind the woman. They ran at her quietly, yanking her backwards so the blade left Sam. As soon as it was off, they jumped on her back and fought to drag her to the ground.

Liza slammed her back against one of the core relays, Kit wincing but not letting go. Their arm wrapped around her throat, pulling tighter as the pair fought each other off.

Finally, Liza snagged Kit in a force hold, throwing them off of her back- they slid across the ground and stopped next to Sam. Sam, who was able to move but still stuck frozen. Terror and pain clashed with their desire to protect her partner, and her trembling hands were of no use. Kit seized up next to her, as Liza got her bearings right.

Sam recognized the straining of their muscles, the same way hers would move when she was fighting off the Force. She had to move.

Liza was coming closer, her hand closing around the hilt of her lightsaber. Sam had to move. She had to move. She had to move- the blaster was in her hand, she pulled the trigger and nailed Liza in the shoulder, the woman yelling in pain and outrage. Her grip on Kit released, but she was close enough anyway that she sent her boot straight into Sam's stomach, the girl doubling over and coughing.

"Bad. Dog." She growled, and Sam yelped as another well-aimed kick landed on her already broken ribs. Another, aimed at the fresh burns on her sides. She curled up, shielding her face but otherwise letting the Sith hurt her. Her chest jerked with sobs, and soft apologies filtered from her lips, muffled by her arms.

Kit had snatched up the blaster and gotten out of the way as soon as Liza had let them go, horror stilling their hand as they barely heard their girlfriend apologize for saving their life- what had happened here..? Did they even want to know?

They shook their head, firing twice into Eliza's back. The woman fell forward with a cry, her body curled over Sam's.

Sam sobbed and trembled and stilled, waiting for someone else to move first. Liza wasnt dead, of fucking course she wasnt, but she would be soon enough anyway. Kit holstered their blaster again, pulling Sam out from under the bitch. She flinched but stayed quiet, her eyes shut tight and her face pressed against Kit's chest.

Together, they ran, getting farther from the core and closer to the hangar that Kit had gotten in through. It passed by in a blur, Sam dazed and afraid, so much smaller than Kit was used to in every sense of the word. She was quiet and curled in on herself, she was thin and shaking, pale and... afraid. She was afraid.

That was... new. Not new, not really, Kit had seen her more afraid when it was their life on the line, but this was a terror that didnt go away, that left a haunting look in Sam's eyes and a bad taste in both of their mouths. This was a fear that would follow her, they were sure.

The little ship that they called home (more of a home than the Resistance base anyway) picked them up with a quick fly-by, Kit and Sam landing hard on the loading ramp as they lept to safety. Jason helped them inside, Kit setting off the explosives just before they flew away. Sam shook harder as the explosions sounded behind them, her wide eyes never leaving the hangar door, unblinking and unmoving.

They flew away for a few moments, waiting for the hyperdrive to warm up and prepare (and likely making sure Sam wasnt about to explode), before they jumped to light speed. Sam finally, finally blinked and looked away from the window, as the white lines that would be stars passed by, slowly making her dizzy.

JA-K13 scanned her for injuries as soon as she turned, the robot giving a false sigh and muttering about not being able to fix this mess, before he set about getting her to sit down so he could try and do exactly that.

Kit sat by her side, their eyes roaming over the tons of wounds that they knew would only get worse if they didnt get back to base soon. Sam needed a real medibay..

Sam, for her part, pretended as if everything was okay. She faked a close-lipped smile, her ever-shaking hand resting on top of Kit's between them. Neither spoke.

Neither wanted to discuss what had happened back there. But Kit couldnt look away from the tear tracks running over Sam's cheeks, and Sam couldnt stop seeing flashing images of Kit, dead at their feet, the blaster in her own hand and smoking.

Kit knew they were lucky to escape alive, but Sam wasnt sure they truly had escaped. After all, the past always caught up, didnt it? And hers was especially persistent.

#sam writes #star wars #beyond the stars #elizabeth #sam #kit #yes this is my partner kit #no this is not creator sam XD #dear gods let this inspire me to draw these fucks again

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A Love Letter to ‘Knives Out’

Disclaimer: This isn’t even a review. This is literally just me freaking out about what a great movie I just bloody watched and I just need to vomit words everywhere about it. Sorry in advance.

I think the best thing ever is I went into this with zero information. I remember seeing the original trailer months ago, but it wasn’t detailed. Just the short one of the premise, and to be honest, I’m not really into Whodunits. Clue is one of the exceptions and Castle is the only detective-related thing I’ve ever liked and followed religiously (up until the final godawful two seasons), so I have no predisposition to even care about murder mysteries. But then Rian Johnson dangled the juicy carrot of Chris Evans playing against type (because we all know the man is a sweetie and I can personally vouch that he’s great at hugs) and so I decided to add it to my watchlist. Then the reviews came pouring in that it was great, which surprised me, and so I decided to take a leap of faith to see if the hype was real.

Oh God, was it ever.

Y’all know me by now. I’m a hard, cynical old bitch. It’s tough to impress me, but fucking hell, I really loved Knives Out.

It’s not that it does anything new; it’s that it is a fresh, creative spin on tropes we’re used to and it’s also the strong performances that just make it a delightful film. It’s kooky and dark and offbeat. It’s charming. It’s wonderfully political. It’s irreverent. This is the niche kind of writing that I adore. It’s why I’ve loved shows like Frasier or movies like Snatch. I love the interwoven mess between the plot and the characters and everything coming to light in a big explosion.

Spoilers down below for my talking points, naturally.

I want to start with Marta, simply because I love how this movie framed the character as innocent, but not stupid, useless, or weak. I love that she had a great relationship with Harlan. I love that Harlan didn’t have any evil ulterior motives. It was simply a man who looked around and realized that he thought he was providing for his family but all he really was doing was supporting selfish, downright cruel people. That family basically just siphoned off of him and had the entitlement complex that is currently killing this country right this fucking second. It was very satisfying when he left them nothing and gave Marta the money and the choice of what to do. The final shot of the movie is genius.

Which segways into probably my second favorite thing about the movie: the commentary about the entitled upperclass versus the working class immigrant. The whole Trump debate during the party made me groan because we all just wrapped up three holidays, so I know that people were having to go home for the holidays and listen to the broken-ass logic of their Trump supporter relatives. Especially since they dragged Marta into the bullshit conversation. I LOVE the writing of having this girl who busted her ass, who listened, who was a genuinely good person, still being able to be a good person in the end after one hell of an ordeal. I loved how the movie poked all kinds of holes in the fake narrative of inheritance and immigration and patriotism. Fuck that. This country isn’t some holy land. This country was stolen from the people who were born here and then they built a fake fucking pedestal on top of the mass graves and proclaimed it theirs. Fuck that revision history and fuck the people who believe these lies. This movie is so satisfying because it’s a giant middle finger to those people and it’s a reminder that the future is these hardworking, kind people who care about society and they are the ones who have earned all the good things this country has to offer.

I also love the examples of bigotry and microaggressions that were more subtle. The WASPs in this movie don’t even realize the backhanded compliments and the truly insulting shit that they do since they’re so entitled. For example, Richard handing Marta his plate while he was arguing for Trump. That’s brilliantly done. He thinks of her as a servant while he pretends she’s on equal footing: saying one thing and yet his actions prove the opposite. There’s also Meg’s comment of “we’re his REAL family,” showing that those bastards all will smile and welcome you until the second you cease to be useful to them and then they show you just how truly ugly they are beneath those “civil” masks. When the will was read, it was the exact shitshow we all knew it would be. That was a great representation of the upper class. It’s not about being loud and racist; it’s all those subtle, hideous things they do to suppress people of color and the working class so they can stay on top where they think they belong. This narrative is powerfully woven in that regard and I really needed to hear this story in today’s climate, especially since we just started 2020 today, which could be the end of everything all over again. I applaud the writing. As a woman of color, I see this kind of shit every single day, especially now that I work in higher education, so I really hope it opens more eyes to the shit that not only immigrants but working class POC deal with on a daily basis. I likened it to Zootopia, where you came to the movie for one reason but then you were served an absolutely piping hot side dish alongside the entrée. Well done, Knives Out. Well done.

I need to give a nod to this powerhouse cast as well. I forgot Michael Shannon was in this movie so seeing him made me giddy, as I’ve always liked him since he’s so damn sinister. He’s a great antagonist actor and I almost wish he’d been given more to do. Jamie Lee Curtis did great as well.

But y’all know what’s coming. I mean, look at my profile picture. You know I have to stop and talk about my future husband’s performance.

Chris Evans as a villain.

Not only that, but Chris Evans as a GREAT villain.

Oh, God, pass me the cigarette.

We all knew from his work in the MCU that the man can act his fine America’s ass off, but boy, did I really like his role here. I compare it to Chris Hemsworth in the godawful movie Bad Times at the El Royale, because while that is one of the worst movies of the decade, it was extremely smart in casting Hemsworth in the villain role. Why? Because it sold the believable factor. Chris Hemsworth is so handsome and charismatic that he COULD in fact be a creepy ass cult leader. You take one look at that man’s chest and tell me you wouldn’t fight a smelly hippie to jump in his bed. Damn right I’d be in a Chris Hemsworth cult. Point being, Chris Evans as the handsome but cruel Hugh was phenomenal. I really enjoyed seeing everything unfold. He did such a great job. It’s all the more satisfying knowing that in real life, he’s the cutest, sweetest goofball on earth. I’m so delighted he took this role because he knocked it out of the park.

Which brings me to my next point.

I’m gonna be a basic fangirl bitch for a second here. Just hear me out.

I’d LOVE an alternate ending to this movie where Hugh didn’t do it.

I know, I know. That’s super basic and dumb and I know part of it is because I just wanted to like Hugh anyway, but it actually would be a great piece of storytelling if you changed the ending.

In this premise, Marta really did mix up the bottles and accidentally killed Harlan. Well, what I would change is that Hugh really did have a benevolent epiphany and he decides to come back to stick it to his shitass family and he figures out what Marta did and decides to help her so she’ll slip him his cut. Then the rest of the film is Hugh and Marta trying to cover the rest of their tracks so that Blanc doesn’t piece together Marta’s accidental crime. Over the course of helping her, Hugh gets to know her and they become friends, so by the time they pull it all off—mind you, I’m ambiguous in this AU, I’d be fine if the detective works it out but lets them cover it up or if they actually manage to just destroy all the evidence so he can’t convict her and he admits defeat—he’s now invested and doesn’t accept the money when she goes to pay him. Bonus points if he falls in love with her during the cover up. It’s not necessary, but I saw a couple little sparks, so I think it would be very cute if Hugh and Marta hooked up to protect each other from the horrible family and build their own empire together. But that’s me.

Trust me, this movie is brilliant as written. It doesn’t need that alternate ending. But I have to admit it got my mind churning about what a fantastic character arc it could be if Hugh hadn’t been the bad guy and he and Marta learned things about each other and formed a friendship. I’m a writer, it’s kind of a hobby, sorry. I hope I’m not the only one who thought that, but we’ll see.

I’m so glad I started 2020 with this film. It’s a rare gem. I can’t wait for it to get on DVD, because I am gonna snag it asap and watch it again. What a romp. It’s also gratifying in a petty way that J.J. Abrams went out of his way to undo Rian Johnson’s work in the Star Wars franchise and it’s backfiring majorly critically speaking meanwhile Knives Out is getting bomb ass good reviews, so good for you, Rian. Your revenge is at hand. #TEAMPETTY

I can’t recommend this hard enough. If you love murder mysteries or if you just love Clue-style quirky black comedy, please see Knives Out. It’s worth every red dime, to quote the movie.

Kyo out.

#knives out #rian johnson #chris evans #ana de armas #review #movie rec #film rec #spoiler alert #spoilers

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peaky-shelby · 5 years

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Margaritas [2]

READ PART 1.

Pairing: first pov!reader x Chris Evans

Request by @tfandtws : Heyo! I’d like to request number 21 with chris evans from the friends prompt list. A friends to lovers kinda thing., if that’s ok. Anyway, can’t wait to read more of your work and thank you for tagging me.

🤗❤️Request by @tits-out-for-cevans : Hewwo! Can I request no.8 from the friend’s prompt list? I know it’s cliche but I just looooove the best friends turn lovers genre 😅

warnings: too many feels, hits close at home, cursing, REALLY STUPID EVANS

words: 1.637

author’s note: the last part is coming on sunday.

Prompts:

21. “I turned to a friend for comfort, and instead I found everything that I’ve ever been looking for my whole life.„

8. “I’m not in the friend zone„ “you’re mayor of the zone!„

Another party, another night drown in margaritas. It had only been a couple of months since I last saw him and now he was back for our school reunion, in his nice clothes and dressed in his endless charm. It seemed that this was the only way i was meant to see him, drunk in parties and only for one night. Maybe it was for the best. I spotted him from the corner of my eye coming towards me with that boyish smile that he wore so effortlessly.

“I’ve been looking for you!” He said, wrapping one hand around my neck while holding his drink in the other. He pulled me close to him and kissed my forhead, the same old routine. I stepped back and looked in his eyes, waiting for him ti start babbling about a new European girl that had him falling in love again, in the way he only does but instead he just looked at me, making me feel like he was examining me. There was something on his mind, behind the blue of his eyes, there were words but i couldn’t read them.

“I wasn’t sure you’d be here, I thought you had re shoots for um..” I paused trying to remember the name of his latest project “knives out, is it?”

“Oh yes, I wasn’t supposed to come but I pulled some strings and I got here this morning, I’m leaving tomorrow. I didn’t wanna miss it, school reunions are the best”

I scoffed. “only for people who have got their life together. Other people- people like me- we hate them.”

He smiled, that smile that warned you he was about to say something clever or annoying or something That would make you wanna punch him and kiss him at the same time “then why did you come?” I hate that smile.

Why did I come? I sure as hell didn’t like everyone asking me about my job and my single life and didn’t enjoy people pretending we are friends or the fake stupid attitude everyone had, so why was I here? Was the hope of seeing him? was it the feeling of obligation to show up? Chris probably noticed me getting lost in my mind so he took hold of my hand, squeezing it gently, forcing me to concentrate in his eyes. I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was hiding something tonight, that he had a plan of some sort. “Do you want another margarita?” He asked, I looked at my empty glass that i didn’t even know was empty and then looked back at him with a guilty look “I wouldn’t say no.”

He led me to the bar, through the crowd, not letting go of my hand. He ordered my drink and another one for himself. I think he started telling me stories from the set and his days away from Boston but it was very hard to focus in the words and the meaning, the sound of his voice was distracting. Maybe he mentioned a girl but if he did I didn’t notice or maybe he didn’t mention a girl at all which would be crazy weird. “It’s too noisy in here, wanna get out?” He asked and I nodded. We left are glasses on the bar and Ones we were out and the cold air hit my face, it was easier to process what was going on around me, I turned my head and looked up at him realizing that he had been staring this whole time. I looked back down hiding my face from him. It felt like I was 16 again. We were standing in the field, next to the bench I first told him I loved him.

I Couldn’t looked at him, I was just staring at my hands while I spoke.

“I turned to a friend for comfort, and instead I found everything that I’ve ever been looking for my whole life. and I know that it’s silly to tell you but I couldn’t keep it in anymore because it was burning me and breaking me and I hate it.. I just needed you to know I love you.”

I could still feel the pain of that day, the way it hurt to hear his silence and to see him looking at me with pity. And now standing on this grass with him, it was like I was locked inside that hurtful memory, cursed to relive it again, again and again.

“You’re unrecognizably silent tonight. Is everything ok?”

“Oh” I laughed “It was an exhausting day and the margaritas don’t really help with speeding up my mind.” I explained. “what about you?”

“What about me?”

“You are unrecognizably talkative tonight. I know you, you’re like that only when you are hiding something. You talk about everything else and babble about the most random things so you won’t have to talk about that one thing that you need to.” He lowered his head, chuckling. Which only made me even more certain that there was something going on. “are you getting married or something?” I asked

“No!” he spat out quickly, looking back at me “Of course not.”

I stopped walking, standing frozen in front of him and crossing my arms. He stood still too, biting his lip “then what is it? Another European girl, that you don’t wanna talk about because I called you out last time.”

“no.”

“Did you leave anyone pregnant?”

“NO! jeez!” he laughed, rubbing his face with his hand.

“Well are you going to talk or should I keep guessing?”

There was a pause from both sides that ended with stepping closer to me. I gulped, trying to put together the right words to get out of this situation. He was too close for my feelings to remain hidden. If only he knew what he was doing to me- unless... unless he was trying to pull out all me feelings, unless he knew exactly what he was doing and he wasn’t going to stop. His eyes kept moving from lips to my eyes, his hand slipped behind my neck. I always knew he was tall but now it was different, he was so close and all his power was falling on me, making me weak. I guess he thought my silence was approval because he leaned in closer and closer and clo-

“NO!” I pushed him away and stepped backwards, raining my hands so he’d keep away “you can’t do this! Not now! Not after all these years! I can’t go through all that shit again because suddenly you ran out of European girls-”

“(Y/n)-”

“What did you think that I was going to have a one night hookup with you and- and everything would be alright afterwards? What is wrong with you?”

“I thought you wanted this!”

“I NEVER WANTED THIS! I WANTED YOU! ALL OF YOU! But you don’t text, you don’t talk and now suddenly you came back and you want to fuck me? Did you really think it would be that fucking easy? Ha? A few margaritas and then I’m all yours because I was so fucking in love with you when I was 16!”

“Last time we met- you made it very clear you were still sad about what happened between us and I thought-”

“AND YOU THOUGHT YOU MIGHT AS WELL DO ME A FAVOR AND KISS ME? oh my god. I’m gonna throw up!”

“That’s not what I was going to say- I just- I wanted to give you- I mean THIS- us a chance and I’ve been thinking about it so long!”

“YOU’RE DAMN LATE EVANS!” I shouted, my voice echoing in the night as the stars stole the words out of my lips and hide them in the darkness. I hid my face in my palms, embarrassment dropping out my eyes like an unstoppable rain. “you can’t do this to me- I have a life- I..” raising my head I looked at him in anger “What was your plan chris? a one night stand and then what? You said you are leaving tomorrow sow hat exactly was your plan?”

He slipped his hand in his pockets and lowered his head like a guilty kid. “I don’t know I thought we’d just enjoy the night-” I couldn’t help myself from laughing, god he was stupid.

“enjoy the night? Do you realize the pain that I would go through after you left? Knowing you are sleeping with every blonde that crosses your path? You were the reason I listened to Taylor Swift and cried in my bedroom. The most sings I’ve written are inspired by you and you think that I could enjoy the night? Chris i would fall in love with you all over again, break myself while doing so and you would just..” I sighed, looking behind me at the bench we sat all these years ago “and you would just sit there looking down at me with pity and move on with your life.” My eyes found their way back to him. I looked at him more strictly than before “I won’t sleep with you because I can’t force you into loving me the way I love you and I can’t let you break me like that.” I paused, sniffing back the tears. “I want the real thing, the awkward dates, and sloppy kisses, the midnight texts, that butterfly feeling. I want to hope for something. I wanna worry about us breaking up because that mean we have something.” I shook my head “I don’t want to enjoy a night.” I whispered, my voice coming out broken and raspy.

he made a step forward “I’m sorry” he said. His eyes softening. But I wouldn’t accept his apology now, not again

“You really fucked up this time Evans.”

#chris evans #evans #chris evans imagine #chris evans one shot #chris evans x reader #chris evans x oc #Steve Rogers #imagine #one shot #fan fic #marvel

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Cindy’s Top Ten Movies of 2019!

Ahhh...2019. In the interest of building suspense, I could be all cagey about this countdown, but let's face it: For me, 2019 was the Year of Rocketman. As lousy as the real-world year was, it was salvaged by Rocketman. Someone suggested in jest (maybe?) that Rocketman should be numbers one through ten on my year-end list, and that would be fair enough; HOWEVER...I did like some other movies this year, so I'm gonna give you--yes YOU, dear reader(s)--ten of my favorites. Just know in your hearts that the other nine fall way behind number one. Way, WAY behind.

The usual disclaimers:

A movie's position on my year-end list does not necessarily reflect its original Weasley score. Some films age well, bear up, and even improve under repeat viewings. Some...well...some do not. Also, I live in a rinky-dink town, so great movies like JoJo Rabbit and 1917--pictures that almost certainly would have found spots here or gotten very close--have not made themselves available to me yet. This is disappointing, but unsurprising. I'd hung my entire holiday break on the prospect of seeing 1917, only to discover on Christmas Day that its Christmas opening was limited release, and I have to wait until January 10th. Humbug. Finally, I think three or four of these movies already made Variety's "worst of" list for 2019, so kindly do not be too shocked when I diverge from The Serious Critics (TM).

Without further ado, presenting my top ten films of 2019:

TEN

"The most important qualification for any leader is not wanting to be leader."

THE TWO POPES

2019 threw me a nice surprise on its way out the celestial door, with the Netflix original The Two Popes. It's a deliberate, thoughtful, and timely film carried by a pair of the year's most exquisite performances: Jonathan Pryce as Pope Francis and Anthony Hopkins as Pope Benedict XVI. While the subject matter is weighty, this movie is an absolute delight.

NINE

"I'm glad I'm a revelation and not a disappointment."

DOWNTON ABBEY

This big-screen adaptation of the popular television series Downton Abbey, is, in fact, something of a revelation. A totally new story in the familiar and much-loved setting, with just the right amount of fan service, it is a joyful exercise that hits nearly every note perfectly. Making its case for the big screen are breathtaking costumes and production design...and Mr. Barrow finally seeing a bit of happiness doesn't hurt, either.

EIGHT

"We're gonna bury Ferrari at Le Mans."

FORD V FERRARI

At a glance, Ford v Ferrari might seem like a film appealing exclusively to car enthusiasts; however, that assumption does a great disservice to both the film and the viewer. Ford v Ferrari is an inspiring story about people. It's a nail-biter from start to finish, it has heart to spare, and it's fronted by great turns from Matt Damon and Christian Bale. Beautifully filmed race action makes this one to see on the biggest screen you can find.

SEVEN

"It always fits...eventually."

SPIDER-MAN: INTO THE SPIDER-VERSE

Technically, Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse is a last-year movie, but for me it's a this-year movie, and--despite its being the very first film I saw way back in January, 2019--it's far too great to leave off my best-of list. A Marvel property in the hands of Sony, Spider-Verse is smart, funny, touching, and better than the entire Avengers catalog combined.

SIX

"This is a twisted web, and we are not finished untangling it, not yet."

KNIVES OUT

Knives Out is a great piece of original cinema crafted from artful twists, clever humor, and terrific performances, layered with a gorgeous Gothic setting and an ominous score. Written and directed by Rian Johnson, this perfect murder mystery is a huge creative and financial win for the cinema, and I recommend it without hesitation or qualification.

FIVE

"This is the worst...and best...and most terrible...excellent thing that's ever happened to me!"

THE KID WHO WOULD BE KING

Hands up if you missed the Kid Who Would Be King at your local cinema? Yeah, I see you, ALL of you. The good news is that one of the year's most wonderful pictures is now available for streaming and download, and you shouldn't make the same mistake twice. The Kid Who Would Be King is a charming movie, great fun for people of all ages. Truly one of the year's best.

FOUR

"Si vis pacem, para bellum."

JOHN WICK: CHAPTER 3 — PARABELLUM

The John Wick franchise has become quite the phenomenon, and deservedly so. Continually upping the action ante in Fast-and-Furious-like fashion, these movies are so much more than just your garden-variety shoot 'em ups and beat 'em ups. John Wick is the role Keanu Reeves was born to play, and Parabellum raises the stakes for Wick while doubling down on masterful fight choreography and stunning cinematography. Here's to many more adventures for John Wick!

THREE

"Bruce is the direct line to all that's true in this world!"

BLINDED BY THE LIGHT

Blinded by the Light is another terrific picture that didn't exactly set the box office on fire. Inspired by the true story of one Springsteen superfan, and built on the Boss's epic catalog, it's a hopeful tale about overcoming prejudice and the limitations set for us by ourselves and by others, one of the year's most inspiring movies.

TWO

"Tell the truth to everyone, whenever you can."

YESTERDAY

Yesterday is yet another of 2019's under-appreciated gems, a beautiful, unique movie fashioned around the timeless music of the Beatles. Himesh Patel is a delight in the lead, and--while the premise requires suspension of disbelief--Yesterday is a charming picture that captivates with its "what ifs?" as well as its iconic soundtrack and enchanting cast.

ONE

"You were never ordinary."

ROCKETMAN

My number one movie of the year, and of the decade, was set on May 31st, when I saw Rocketman for the first time. I saw the movie at least twice a week as long as it was at my local cinema. I've watched at least part of it every day since it became available for home viewing. Outside of a week or so around each of the wonderful concerts I saw this summer, I've listened to nothing but the Rocketman soundtrack since the end of May. My phone and all my desktops have Rocketman wallpapers. I've joked (hmm?) that I only speak Rocketman now. The truth is, I'm not interested in speaking anything else. Pre-Rocketman, it had been a decade since a new movie made its way into my all-time top ten. Then there was Rocketman. Pre-Rocketman, my favorite acting performance hadn't changed since 1993. Then there was Taron Egerton's astonishing turn as Elton John. Pre-Rocketman, I was finding reasons to stay away from the movies. Then there was Dexter Fletcher showing us the beauty of real imagination. Rocketman is more than just a well-crafted film that reflects on an iconic artist's inspiring life. It is a film that uses Elton John's art to tell his story in fantastic, creative fashion. It is a film that uses exquisite detail in its styling and costumes to further its vision. It is a film that draws something sparkling and new out of a classic discography. It is a film that is not bound by dull, linear timelines or small minds. It is a film that surrounds a performance for the ages with others that bear it up. It is a film that shows, however dark the times, you will find the light. In doing all these things, it is a film that is saving lives. Rocketman is a film that is, in every way, magnificent. Thank you, Dexter Fletcher and company, for giving us this beautiful movie. Whatever the critics say and whoever wins the prizes as Awards Season bears down upon us, nobody has done anything more valuable this cinema year.

A few Honorable (and Dis-Honorable) Mentions:

While Taron Egerton deserves all the awards, all the time, for his work in Rocketman, there were some other performances this year that also gave me life:

Jamie Bell (Rocketman): Without Bell's Bernie Taupin as his stalwart cornerstone, Egerton's Elton could not have flown. It's a lovely, understated performance that has been grossly underappreciated.

Tom Holland (Marvel Cinematic Universe): Holland is a real gem, a standout who consistently steals the show from bigger names who get weightier work in the MCU. No matter how good, bad, or painfully bloated the movie, Holland is an absolute delight.

Renee Zellweger (Judy): Who knew it was even possible for me to stop hating Renee Zellweger? Well played, 2019.

Rebecca Ferguson (The Kid Who Would Be King/Doctor Sleep): There was little I enjoyed more this year than watching Ferguson chew her way through this pair of pictures. Oh, and if I start walking around wearing a hat, don't ask, m-kay?

Chris Evans (Knives Out): God, I love seeing Chris Evans do *anything* besides Captain America. Bonus points if he gets to be funny. He's really funny, despite his obscenely gorgeous mug.

John Boyega/Oscar Isaac (Star Wars: Episode IX — The Rise of Skywalker): These two, individually and together, draw joy out of what's otherwise a fairly mundane exercise. If Finn and Poe somehow jumped to another saga in the Star Wars universe, I wouldn't complain.

The Cast of Jumanji: The Next Level: Top to bottom, a perfectly cast film, and a lesson in how the right actors can elevate any property.

As a matter of interest, if you watch the Irishman and Once Upon a Time in Hollywood back to back, you can effectively calculate how many hours you'll wish you had back when you're on your deathbed.

I would like a word with Gary Oldman's and Sebastian Stan's agents, please.

Cats: Make. It. Stop. Please, just...make it stop.

As this most challenging year winds to a close, I wanted to offer a sincere thank you to everyone who takes the time to read my reviews, and especially those who engage on any of our various platforms. Special thanks to Daniel for allowing me to be a part of his great page, and for tolerating my unceasing randomness. (Hotel Transylvania 4 in 2021, my friend!) I take no one's support for granted, and I’m ever grateful for you all. I wish our readers many blessings as this festive season comes to a close and we roll into 2020. See you at the movies!

#movies #top ten #rocketman #yesterday #blinded by the light #john wick #the kid who would be king #knives out #spider-man #into the spider-verse #ford v ferrari #downton abbey #the two popes

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Little Sister

Parings: Sebastian x Reader

Summary: You’re Chris’s little sister and he is very protective of you

A/N: This is for a anon request prompt I got where Seb see Reader (Chris’s younger sister) and falls for her; but Chris is way too protective.

Warnings: Smut...I’m lazy and don’t want to break it all down...

Word Count: 1593

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I love my big brother, he is one of the best; and I’m lucky to have him. Whenever I had issues growing up with guys he was the first to jump in to be my white knight. You used to love it; until I didn’t. It was great when I was 13 and boys were trying to make me do things I wasn’t comfortable with; it’s another thing now that I’m an adult and are capable of making my own choices as a woman.

The first time I met Sebastian, I was visiting Chris on the set of Captain America: The First Avenger and I fell head over heels. He was caring, sexy as hell, and funny. He was everything I wanted in a guy; and he seemed interested in me! Chris, being the overprotective brother stepped in and put a stop it anything before it began. Sebastian was warned off and I was given a lecture about how it’s not right because he is his co-worker.

A few years went on, and the filming on The Winter Soldier happened. Chris watched the way Sebastian looked at me and how I reciprocated. He put his foot down and reminded me that getting involved was a bad idea as Sebastian was his co-worker and he didn’t want there to be bad blood if things went south. I fantasized about that man as The Winter Soldier everyday. What he would do to me, how much he would push and pleasure me. I was constantly on fire and needy.

Sebastian’s name was forgotten about by Chris again until filming started on Captain America: Civil War. I was invited to the set two weeks into filming. The highway scene is on the call schedule for the next week and when Sebastian walks on set with the red henley and jeans, I want to die. I look at his left arm and see he has the winter soldier arm and I imagine what it would be like to have those fingers on me; I can’t help the whimper that passes my lips. He has put on a lot of muscle and everything about the man is delicious.

Chris greets him with a friendly handshake and pat on the back, and he turns his attention on me. “Y/N?” His smile spreads across his face and my knees go weak.

“Hi Sebastian, good to see you again,” I smile and he pulls me in for a hug.

Someone calls for Chris on set and the two of us are left standing there. “Does he know?”

“I don’t think so. I have been extra careful to not talk about you when he’s around.”

“I’ve missed you so much Y/N, it’s been too long.” He’s itching to pull me into his embrace and I want nothing more than to melt into his touch; but I don’t.

“Sebastian, it’s only been a month,” I laugh.

“It’s a month too long, and I can’t get enough of you. God, I want to kiss you so bad. Please tell me you are free tonight and I can come over?”

“I don’t think he has anything planned for me; so I think that will be fine.”

Sebastian’s personal assistant comes for him and filming begins on the scene. I watch him intently, the way he moves, the murderous look in his eyes; it all sets me on fire and I can’t wait until tonight. I’m tempted to head back to my room and play with myself, thinking of the perfect man that I call mine.

Finally, after what seems like forever, filming wraps for the day and we all head back to the hotel. I feign not feeling well to get out of dinner with Chris and he seems to buy it. Maybe I should have gone into acting too! I send a quick text to Sebastian letting him know my room number and to come over.

I hear a quiet knock on the door and look through the peephole, Sebastian is on the other side looking sexy as ever. I unlock the door and usher him in, looking up and down the hall for Chris.

“Did my brother see you?”

“No, I told him I was tired and wanted to call it an early night, he was okay with it. Now, I am in desperate need of some sugar.” He taps his lips with his index finger. “Come here and give me some.” He takes a step closer and wraps his hands around my waist and the back of my neck. His kiss his needy and I moan as he dips his tongue into mine.

He walks me backwards and my legs hit the bed. “Strip baby, I’ve been thinking about you all day. I need to feel you around me.” He commands, and I comply pulling my shirt over my head and pulling my shorts off. I stand there in a red lacy bra and matching panties. He apprases my choice of undergarments and smiles wide.

“Red has become my new favorite color after seeing you today Seb. You are wicked hot as the Winter Soldier. The knives, the murder strut, I couldn’t wait to come back and play, I was so horny watching you today.” I reach forward and slide my hands under his shirt and pull it over his head. My hands went down to his pants and I undid them, sliding my hand into his boxers and stroking his hard cock.

He groans, “Fuck babe, when I saw you and couldn’t touch you, it was like torture.” His head falls back as I drop to my knees and suck him into my mouth. I run my tongue along the underside of his shaft and take him all the way in, my nose hitting the curls at the base. I start with a steady rhythm of bobbing my head back and forth, rolling his balls between my fingers.

He pulls me off with a pop and helps me stand. “I need to be in you. When you got back here tonight, fif you get yourself off picturing me?” I nod my head and he kisses me. “Good girl.” He swipes his long index finger through my folds and I gasp as his fingers gently rub my clit. “So wet. How bad do you want me?”

“So bad Seb, please. I want you to fill me up.” I turn and bend over the edge of the bed, my ass in the air. I hear him growl and he grabs my hips, sliding himself in me ever so slowly. We both moan and he drags his cock out. He keeps up the torturously slow pace as I rub small circles on my clit. “Oh fuck, please I need more, fuck me harder Seb. Make me yours.”

“I’m enjoying just being in you babe, I want this to last.” He grips my hips tighter, but doesn’t change his pace.

“Seb, if you don’t fuck me like a crazed man, I’ll keep you from it for the next week. I’m going to be here everyday and I’ll make sure you wear short skirts with no panties under them. I’ll make sure you know it too,” I threatened.

“You wouldn’t.”

I turn and look over my shoulder at him, “I would.”

He starts pounding into me, my ass bouncing off his thick thighs and my legs start shaking. I’m moaning so loud I don’t even care who hears at this point. Sebastian’s cock is stroking my inner muscles and I’m clenching around him greedily. I drop my head onto my arm as I start coming around his cock. I thrust back into him, trying to riding my orgasm and he suddenly pulls out.

“On your knees, and open your mouth” he says. I turn around and drop to my knees, opening my mouth wide as he strokes himself. A stream of come hits the corner of my lips and he continues to pump his load into my waiting mouth. I wrap my lips around the tip and suck the last of his come off him, swallowing everything he offered.

The two of us lay blissed out on the bed when we hear a loud knock on my door. We turn to look at one another wide eyed and I run to the bathroom to throw on a robe. Sebastian grabs his clothes and wedges himself into a corner from view and I open the door. Chris is standing there.

“Y/N, how you feeling? Chris asks, looking past me into my room.

“I’m fine, what are you looking for?” I ask, looking over my shoulder.

“Is there something you want to tell me? Maybe about a certain someone?” He tries to push past me into the room and I stand my ground, not allowing him to pass. “I promise I won’t kill him. Sebastian, get your ass out here.”

Sebastian comes into view and I’m mortified. “Hey Chris,” he smiles and gives a small wave. “How’d you know?”

“You may play an assassin in the movies; but you aren’t very stealthy. I saw you enter her room; and I put two and two together. Just don’t make me kick your ass, alright?”

“I’ll treat her like a princess, cross my heart.” Chris nods and turns on his heal, leaving the two of us alone and I close the door. “Get your ass back on that bed, Princess. I’m starved and you’re my next meal.” He smiles wickedly and I swallow thickly knowing it’s going to be a long night.

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