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bidisasterevankinard · 9 months

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Fuck it Friday/Inspiration Saturday 🔥🔥🔥

tagged by @pirrusstuff @jeeyuns @thewolvesof1998 @wikiangela @watchyourbuck @devirnis thank you all and I tag you back for inspo saturday <333333333

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inspo saturday

two fics was inspired this week (well first one last week, but photos in pinterest said "you write it NOW")

another smut fic (@alyxmastershipper you know what it is about and i will work soon for you how promised <333333)

and this photo. I saw it, my brain screamed it's Buck's scar from 1s and i should write something about Buck's insecurities. So i will try to do smt

fuck it friday

i didn't write anything last 2 days but still have something to give you from bra fic (really hope last time and end it today/tomorrow) - read under cut

it goes right after this

“Buck, are you flirting with me?”

“Flirting? Now?” Buck smirks and it’s the only reason Eddie doesn’t run to hide and think about how to save their friendship. “I have been flirting since May’s graduation party,” Eddie goes through all of the conversations, only now really noticing how Buck was increasingly letting off compliments or slightly ambiguous remarks, or licking his lips, winking or looking at him from under his eyelashes at a very convenient or inconvenient moment, but Eddie just wrote it off to the fact that it was his in love mind that paid attention to everything too much after he understood his feelings, and not that Buck seems to have been flirting all this time.

“Now, my obvious Edmundo, I seduce you,” Buck licks the taste of wine from his lips. “The question is, is that working or not?”

“Is that working? I had boner because of you wearing this bra in public, and half hard right now cause you like … that,” Eddie points at the man.

“So yeah, I’m sure it’s working,” Eddie swallows and takes a deep breath to match Buck’s playful mood, and not look like an impatient teenager.

With a lower voice repeating Buck’s intonation, he says, “The question now is, what are you going to do next ?” Eddie raises his eyebrow smirking.

Buck gets up immediately and move so fast, that Eddie has only time to move away from the table when gorgeous man almost falls on him, pinning him to the chair with all his weight, which makes the chair creak pitifully, but Eddie doesn't care much grabbing his friend's lip in a hard kiss and greedily squeezing Buck's waist in his hands, pressing him closer, so that they both moan in the kiss when their cocks grinds near each other, and Eddie notes with pleasure that Buck is also half hard.

The fruity rich taste with a light note of alcohol on the lips is the thing they feel the second they are connected.

The kiss is fast and dirty, with tongues and bites, with moans and sighs, until their lungs literally require more oxygen and they have to break away from each other to take a few quick breaths with smirks keeping eye contact between sky and caramel which start to get darker with lust, and then fall back into a new no less audacious kiss, which Eddie breaks after a few seconds, and Buck lets out a dissenting groan and tries to resume the kiss, but Eddie puts his palm on his lips, with another gently rubbing Buck's waist so that he looks at him.

“It’s not just sex for me. I,” Eddie swallows and closes his eyes cause he can’t look at Buck saying it, opening his chest with a scalpel without anesthesia, showing Buck his insides and how his heart has Buck’s name on it, “I love you, Evan. I love you so much. And I can be just friends, but I can’t have a one night stand with you without craving more and without breaking so hard I wouldn't be able to live. I would just die,” Eddie opens his eyes, feeling a gentle hand on his cheeks, and needs to blink because they are wet and Buck’s face is blurry. “If it's just sex for you, then we better stop,” he ends it in whisper as a prayer, begging Buck to not break him, begging him to have mercy.

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prettyboybuckley · 2 years

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but a cowboy ain't no ordinary man by prettyboybuckley

6.6k | General | No Archive Warnings Apply | Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz

Fic for day 2 of @911firstkissweek for the prompt: in a past era.

The thing is, Eddie is a thirty-five-year-old widower with a teenager at home. Besides the fact that he doesn't have the time to lust after young, pretty cowboys, he is too old for it as well.

So as far as Eddie is concerned, he'll keep avoiding the guy until he finally decides to leave town, and Eddie can move on with his life.

Of course, life decides to go a different route.

OR: town doctor Eddie has a crush on a cowboy and then said cowboy falls off a horse

Read on ao3

#911firstkiss #buddie fic #gary writes fic #911fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #lesbiandiaz #usermorgue #bigfootsmom #sainteddie #tuserjw #holdmygum #usersiren #tuserksn #userisha

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joyffree · 2 years

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"If you love fast-paced, action-packed, intriguing, age-gap romantic suspense, pick up this book. I can't wait to read the rest of this series." ~Eclectic Bella Rayne Parker lives in fear of being found. As a teenager in Texas, she fled an evil man when she learned he was grooming her for sex trafficking. Deciding San Diego would be the safest place to live because of the Navy SEAL base, she frequents their bar, Suds After BUD/S, when she needs to unwind. When the too-cute-for-his-own-good and too-young-to-be taken-to-bed Navy SEAL with the permanent smirk comes over to order a round of drinks for his team, she brazenly checks him out, giving off what she thinks is an older sister vibe. But soon learns that to Jayden 'Jedi' Evans, the youngest Navy SEAL to make DEVGRU / SEAL Team 6 / Tier One in over a decade, age is just a number, and has no shortage of confidence and doesn't give a füćk that she's a cougar. She's beautiful and available. What ensues between them is a whirlwind courtship built on lust but backed by trust. So when Bella's past collides with her present --detonating her cocoon, she learns you can run, but you cannot hide. Coming face to face once again with the demon she'd feared, she knows freedom is not optional. All hell breaks loose when vengeance is served on a silver platter.

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number-1-stalker · 2 years

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So, I know it's been a while but life's.been really shitty lately. Anyway, bartylus is happening guys. Btw if anyone has any requests of something they want me to write I will do so happily.

After regulus had found barty the two made their way back to the common room. Getting a sudden idea, the drunken crouch led the other boy down a secret passageway he had stumbled upon some years prior. Both boys drunk out of their minds, they giggled enjoying eachothers company.

Finally, they reached a private, secluded corridor and barty's confidence left. He shoved regulus against a wall, one hand on his neck.

"Barty" regulus whispered, hot air escaping towards barty. The taller boys hands had now reached regulus' hair. Barty pulled slightly and regulus tilted his head back, lips parted in slight surprise. The black boy found his hands at barty's waist, pulling him in; The two just wanted to be close.

Mumbling something about how hot reg looked right then, Barty kissed regulus' neck. Down and down until he was nearly at his collarbone. He bit and sucked causing slight moans from the shorter boy. Regulus gripped barty's waist tighter.

Barty pulled away and reggie whined at the loss of contact.

They stared into eachothers eyes. "Can I...." barty trailed of. He felt completely sober now and his confidence was draining.

"Can I kiss you?"

Regulus hummed and cupped barty's face, tracing his jawline.

"Yes please"

Barty's lips met reg's and slowly, passionately, the kissed. They closed their eyes, relishing in the moment.

The kiss quickly became heated. Quicker, messier, sloppier, more lustful.

It was hard for reg to kèp track of where bartys hands were. One second they were in his hair. The next one was entwined with his, the other resting on the wall he was still pushed up against. They roamed his body, touching everything they could. Eventually one hand came to rest on regulus abs (he was immediately greatful for the great shape quidditch kept him in), the other settled on his back, between his shoulder blades keeping him there. Holding him close to barty.

His own hands, once again, had become entangled in barty's hair. The both of them were probably a right mess (not that either cared).

They pulled away and rested their foreheads together.

"I like you reggie... I want you." Whispered barty.

Regulus smiled. He laced his arms around barty's neck and let them rest.

"Then have me" he whispered back.

They awoke the next morning both in barty's bed, still entangled together. While both were drunk out of their minds, the excitement of the events had brought sobriety with it and the memories were still fresh at the forefront of the boys minds.

Pushing regulus back onto the bed and hovering above him, barty caressed his face. "Regulus Arcturus Black III, be my boyfriend?"

Reggie smiled, a rare sight these days, and responded "of course, Bartemous crouch Jr."

He pulled barty down towards him and kissed him before quickly shoving him away so hard he fell to the floor.

He stuck his tongue out at barty, who was grinning like an idiot, and stood up.

Barty's grin disappeared and he stared mesmerised at reg when he saw his bare chest.

Reg rolled his eyes and went to the bathroom, muttering as he did "mother fucking horny teenager".

It was Saturday so when they ambled up to breakfast at 11 o'clock no one battered an eyelid. However, to regulus' watchers (sirius and dumbledore) it was evident something had changed. The bruised boy was talking animatedly to anyone who'd listen and seemed to stare in admiration at barty crouch whenever he was speaking.

He seemed to barely notice his bruises and lit up the whole room like, sirius noted, he used to do when they were kids.

Over on the slytherin table regulus was chatting to Evan rosier about some charms homework and narcissa took that opportunity to speak to barty.

"So you and my cousin huh?"

Barty widened his eyes.

"Relax" cissy chuckled at his terrified look. "I just want to thank you, he looks happy"

Barty breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yeah, I missed his smile."

And the two tuned back into the conversation. Barty's arm wrapped around reggie's waist and they looked at eachother and smiled.

"So when's this charms due?"

Everyone was happy. Shame there's a war coming.

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wreckofawriter · 3 years

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♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~

pulled apart seires ~ everyone is lost in the world as the man soon to be called the dark lord rises to power. your parents are already ready to give their life along with your own for this man. you spend your seventh year in gogwarts being pulled apart by the expectations for you and the hope placed in you by your childhood friend sirius and his closest companions. (regulus, sirius, james and remus x reader) ~ incomplete

james potter:

strawberries*~ being a waitress at a high-end restaurant was exhausting, the new line cook seems to make things just a little better though. fluff

best not to cry over spilled milk* ~ being the black house's heir means you brother hates you. at least his best friend doesn't. angst

minnie's daughter* ~ when james finds out his favorite proffesser has a daughter he can't seem to keep her form his head. fluff

then kiss me again ~ james is just about the worst project partner especially when hes staring at lily all the time, something that makes you want to throw up. fluff

the girl next door and the five times she stopped time ~ james slowly starts to fall for the muggle girl next door. fluff

sirius black:

your dog ~ you were sure that sirius had never really liked you, even with all the flirting he did. But when he gets stuck as a dog and ends up in your bed, things might change ~ fluff

magnolia*- royal AU sirius is a prince and your a baker girl who sneaks into his garden part 1- fluff w/ angst ending part 2- angstyish part 3- final part

i wish- you're sirius' girlfriend, but james is pretty sure hes in love with you. angst

heartbeat* (completed) ~ sirius plays a game with a few others to see who can sleep with you first: part 1- angst part 2- angst w/ feelgood ending

three fatal words ~ sirius sucks at relationships and he lashes out at you when he realizes he loves you. angst w/ fluff ending

never forget ~ you finally your fiance again after 12 years of imprisonment for a crime he didnt commit. fluff

i don't love ~ you don't belive in love, you belive in lust and attraction. you're a heartbreaker through and through, Sirius understands. angst w/ fluff ending

painted books ~ sirius ruins something important to you in a prank, and when he realizes it he tries to apologize. fluff

not so perfect sister* (completed) ~ being a potter is easy until your sorted into slytherin and treated like an outsider by your entire family, even when your brothers asshole friend is excepted: part 1 part 2 angst w/ fluffy ending

remus lupin:

stupid dance, stupid teenagers ~ remus watches you form afar and his friends try to convince him to ask you to a dance he doesn't even want to go to. fluff

deal ~ uou make a deal with lily and when she follows through your left having to confess. fluff

regulus black:

better ~ being a muggleborn dating regulus meant you had to keep it a secret. When your older sister finds out she raises fear of heartbreak in both of you. angst

lily evans:

sweater ~ Girls aren't supposed to have crushes on other girls. so why they hell did you fall in love with your best friend? angst

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utterlyhopeful-fics · 3 years

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Yes, sir.

A/N: I’m on my period and my hormones are raging at the moment, so I whipped up some fluffy smut because why not?! Unedited so be gentle.

MASTERLIST

Also, if I keep tagging you and you’re not interested or want to be tagged; please let know!

Word Count: 1130k

Warnings: fingering, light SMUT, language. Just don’t click if you’re not into smut? Enjoy!

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“Henry! People are starting to stare.”

His beard continued onward tickling along the crevice of her elongated neck, exposing all the more skin for him to devour. Ever so gently, Henry lightly nibbled forcing a whimper from Y/N. The smile upon her lips was contagiously infectious towards the playful and extremely handsome gentleman beside her. Especially when sporting a hand-stitched tailored tuxedo created by Tom Ford himself. Yes, Henry was a fucking snack waiting to be unwrapped by Y/N.

In his best southern accent, Henry spoke animatedly; “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.”

“Ah, I see. Pulling out all the stops tonight, aren’t ya?”

“Clark Gable is a classic, my love. Can’t mess with perfection. Ever the clever one.”

Y/N giggled nuzzling into his warm embrace eager to mask her mounting excitement. Her entire body hummed in pleasure sending a tingle between her thighs. A moan clumsily slipped out; her breathing increased uncontrollably.

“Baby…”

His hand had been resting along her knee giving reassuring nudges the duration of the night. After all, it isn’t every day the BAFTA’s happened.

“I know your games too well, darling. It’s an added bonus to see you in such a frivolous state in public no less. Tsk, tsk.”

His heated hand skimmed from her knee gravitating towards where she needed him most. She shivered in anticipation questioning just how far Henry would push her.

“Cheeky bastard, Cavill. And a fucking tease.”

“Never thought I’d say this but thank god for dinner award parties, this table in particular.”

Y/N sat speechless; jaw slightly agape.

“Have I told you yet how delectable you look this evening?”

“Mmm.” That was all Y/N could muster up without losing her cool, collected self.

“Cat got your tongue, honey?”

This time, Y/N parted her knees willingly allowing for better access to her Adonis. Thank god this dress was designed with a sexy, deep slit. She swore she witnessed Henry drool. His fingertips glided over her newly waxed pussy.

“No knickers? Naughty, Y/N.”

“This dress fits like a literal glove! The stylist didn’t recommend it unless I wanted to end up in the tabloids with panty lines hence the wax, asshat.”

“Well you know better than most I prefer a more natural look. Fuck, you’re soaked.”

Henry began moving in small circles over her swollen clitoris. Y/N clenched the table cloth attempting to stifle the groan growing in her throat.

“Eyes ahead. Wouldn’t want to cause a scene, now would we?”

Mischievous pants filled the air surrounding them as Henry’s fingers sunk inside her slit. Y/N was on the brim of begging for him for more fully forgetting where they were. Her dress now hiked up the majority of her toned leg. Henry plunged deeper brushing his lips against the shell of her ear. He sinfully motioned his fingers into a come-hither movement repeatedly.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Y/N’s high-pitched voice wavered as her eyes rolled to the back of her skull. Her pussy squelched as Henry picked up his speed simultaneously hitting her g-spot. Y/N was splintering at the seams, on the verge of cumming. Stars burst behind her closed lids as her breath stammered brashly.

“Shit, right there. Don’t stttop.”

In a blur of thoughts, Y/N heard a distant voice drawing closer.

“Cavill!”

None other than the Chris Evans stood meters away smiling widely.

“Just the man I was searching for. How’s the evening going, Y/N?”

Y/N coughed clearing her parched throat squeaking out a meek reply; “Good, good. Always nic—”

Y/N stared daggers at Henry as he thrusted harder; “You look downright devilish in a tux.”

Henry inserted a third finger causing Y/N to hyperventilate. His thumb grazed her plump clit unwilling to slow his ministrations.

“Says the most beautiful girl in this place. Cavill, they’re ready for us in 10.”

Smiling that charming smile of his, Henry nodded acknowledging Chris.

Furiously blushing, Y/N knew she was about to cum if Henry didn’t let up.

“Ttthanks, Evans. We, uh—ah! Appreciate the hea-heads up.”

Eying the couple suspiciously, Chris darted back and forth between Y/N and Henry unable to pinpoint what exactly felt off but walked away regardless. Y/N’s nails clawed into his forearm as her orgasm erupted in her belly.

“I’m cum--cumming!”

Her walls tightened clutching around him showing no sign of letting up. She spasmed aching for his now erect cock zipped away in the confines of his pants. Shockwaves jolted through every neuron in her body. She bit her bottom lip in hopes of concealing her guttural moans. There, in the middle of a ballroom, Y/N shattered to absolute pieces at the mere touch of her boyfriend.

“Good girl.”

Henry placed a loving kiss against her forehead glimpsing around the overly crowded room stroking her pussy to no end. She sighed when he left her warmth but not before bringing his fingers to his lips suckling like a hungry animal.

“Mmm, sweet as sin. My personal favorite.”

Y/N’s irises alit in passionate flames; “How much longer must we stay, Hen?”

“This was only the beginning, my love. The night is still young. I’d be careful if I were you.”

Y/N tilted her head his direction slyly maneuvering her hand over his hard cock. She squeezed reassuringly coaxing him into fleeting submission.

“Alright, tough guy. I’ll sit here like a horny teenager and play the dutiful girlfriend. On one condition.”

“Name it, love.”

“You. Me. Car sex on the way home. Kal can wait a tad longer.”

“Done. Absolutely done.”

“Now to distract myself until then. Kegels it is.”

“Ha! You are a vixen, my dear.”

The rest of the evening went off without a hitch as Y/N gazed up at Henry. Thanking her lucky stars simply didn’t seem like enough when it came to their love, that she knew for sure. And so, for the remainder of the awards ceremony, Y/N twittered in her chair craving for a hint of meager satisfaction. Henry laughed wishing he could bend her over the table and fuck her.

God, he would give just about anything to feel her walls shutter around his dick. He pictured the sensation of her skin slapping against him. Pre-cum oozed from his tip moistening the material on his gray boxer briefs.

He tried to curve his lustful thoughts watching her squirm delightfully without any relief. Unexpectedly, the lights brightened signaling a commercial break. Just his luck.

“Damnit, woman. I must be inside you. Bathroom. Now.”

He gritted his teeth making his words sound short and assertive. Y/N smiled smugly, like a whore in church before speaking the two final words that would bring him to his knees; “Yes, sir.”

Y/N winked reaching for his hand to follow in pursuit. Oh, how the night is young indeed.

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mytvjunk · 3 years

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Gossip Girl: S1 - EP 4

We're only on episode 4 and the Julien vs Zoya storyline is already getting tired. Every episode they fight, they make up and continue this toxic cycle of abuse for absolutely no real reason. Either have them join forces or just keep them enemies; because this hot & cold relationship is serving no one. Perhaps the writers need to introduce a new character that brings their circle a different kind of conflict and changes the dynamics of Julien and Zoyas relationship. OR perhaps remove Luna & Monet from the inner circle, as they are the true villains of this show. Remove them from the equation and Zoya and Juliens relationship would flourish. But we all know that's not happening...as they are singlehandedly keeping the drama alive, which is the heart of this show. And at this point, it isn't even sibling rivalry...its just straight up nonsense that's egged on by outside parties and unfortunately Zoya and Julien take the bait every...single...time...which makes them look like straight up fools by the end of each episode. ---Also that whole "I am a bully" scene was all sorts of ridiculous 😆😆 She's taking accountability for her actions but she's not getting any consequences for what she's done...in fact she'll be the one that ends up benefiting from it, cuz she'll look like the good person at the end of it all.

-Let's talk Georgina Sparks! I was so happy they gave us a glimpse of her in that collage of pictures (and also that random pic of Blair) as she was one of my favorite characters on the original series. Also can we discuss hows she's pictured with Putin, Kim jong un and Elon musk just to name a few 💀💀💀Which leads me to believe that she's still up to some wild shit as an adult LOL I wonder if that was a foreshadow to a possible Georgina/Blair appearance later on in the series 🤔 It was also pretty cool (but suped random) how they've included her son Milo in the story. He's even following in mama's footsteps with the schemes & messiness lol

Obie & Zoya - I like them together but I'm not convinced by them yet. They come across more like good friends than actual partners. I wish the writers would've built that relationship up more, because they just became an item after one episode and barely knowing each other....There was no grace period or internal conflict with that fact he was about to date his exes sister and vice versa. I wouldn't be surprised if they breakup before end of season cuz they don't have a solid foundation and Zoya is too worried about the outside drama which Obie wants no part of.

Monet & Luna - Do we care that we have yet to get any sort of back story or insights to their personal lives? As of now, for me, nope. Their entire narrative is Julien. They're like unpaid publicists, who do evil things in the name of Julien and many times without Juliens permission. The writers haven't given them any depth or point of view to make us care...they're just mean for being mean, which when done right can be entertaining to watch, but they're creating conflict and not really gaining anything out of it. But then again, it is only episode 4, so let's see if they surprise us before the end of the season.

The teachers STILL being Gossip Girl- It's creepy as all hell that they've become so aggressively invested in these kids lives just to divulge their every secret; however it is clear that the writers are keeping them as GG, so as a viewer, I've just come to accept it and not give a shit anymore, cuz this show is so obnoxiously camp. And honestly the teachers aren't terrible at it. Kate has a very solid voice & creative way of painting a story...it does help that she has a strong writing background. But honestly if she were to dedicate this type of energy into her writing career, like she does to running the GG account, she could accomplish so much outside of this school.

Aki & Audrey - They're cute but kinda stale together. They're both lusting after Max, while he's just using them as play things, but ultimately I do see them having a threesome at one point...especially now that Aki is discovering more about his sexuality. This is another couple I don't see lasting very long. Their communication is really bad & the chemistry is lackluster. I'm still having a hard time with Evan Mocks (Aki) acting. I don't know if this was the direction he was given or if it's his abilities that are not up to par, but he's scenes are a bit rough to watch. He's stiff & delivers his lines in this monotone lifeless way that's a bit unnerving. But if this is what production wants from him, then he's doing a stellar job! -- Side note, It will be interesting to see how Audrey's world is going to change now that her mother is filing for bankruptcy. I wonder if they'll be any possible power shifts within her circle of friends, when they find out or will she keep it all a secret hmmm

Max & Rafa - I really wish the writers didn't take the route of the teacher/student troupe. Its especially messed up that they decided to trigger their sexual relationship during a time where Max is clearly going through personal issues that's left him emotionally vulnerable. I do wish the writers would've handled his grieving differently. --Also can we discuss how Max looks about the same age as Rafa? 💀 Are no actual teenagers working in Hollywood anymore? Too funny.

With that being said, the writing on this week's episode of Gossip Girl was a special kind of terrible. But because I enjoy mess, I will continue to watch every episode, of every season.

Xoxo

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e-l-forever · 4 years

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10 ongoing canon Jily fics

for those who love and miss them as much as I do!

Under ‘canon’ I consider the existence of the Wizarding world, Hogwarts, Marauders and war - time frame and fate of characters (please let them live) is a free choice.

This Makes Sense by xMagicalMystery (@moonawrites) Lily doesn't know much about James Potter, besides that he's the confident and popular Gryffindor quidditch captain who pulls extravagant pranks, throws unnecessary parties, and still manages to get into the top 5 of their class year after year. That is, until 7th year rolls around and they become Head Boy and Girl and she somehow gets roped into being his (fake) girlfriend.

Stars Shine Bright by @charmingwillow After her falling out with Severus Snape, Lily spends her sixth year learning the meaning of friendship, family and home. Mostly, she learns that there is more to James Potter than being an arrogant toerag...

Come Together by thequibblah (@ladyofcoldmoat) This is still a love story. Before they were married they were frequent foes, then reluctant allies, then friends, of a sort. Before they began dating, they argued with each other and cried to each other — and they kissed, just once. Yes, they fell in love eventually. But we'd be remiss in ignoring the hiccups along the way.

Amateurs At War by natalie_ana (@spilling-wineinthebathtub) None of them could have predicted the ending but then again, none of them had thought it would start out the way it had. They were kids fighting in a war but somewhere along the line, they realised they wouldn't have it any other way.

Castle on the Hill by @a-collection-of-nonsense After graduating Hogwarts, Lily finds herself quietly fighting the First Wizarding War from an Order of the Phoenix safe house in Scotland as a potions mistress. As the war escalates, Lily learns about love, fear, and what it means to grow up.

These Lines of Lightning (Mean We're Never Alone)by @deadlysansa James and Lily find themselves at a crossroads with one another in a rapidly changing wizarding world. As if navigating life, relationships and schoolwork at Hogwarts wasn't hard enough. Marauders era fic beginning in sixth year, 1976.

but let us first do by @emullz If pressed, James would say it started at the beginning of Sixth Year. Mary would call him nostalgic and cite the party Sirius threw at the very beginning of 1977. Everyone else would roll their eyes and mention the number of things that had ended at that party. Not that they agreed with James, either. The infamous Charms class would be mentioned in the debate, as would the Halloween Feast and the moment James removed his Head Boy badge from the letter and Lily laughed herself to tears. Sirius, not one to miss out on a chance to really tell a story, would counter with the moment Marlene (the oldest) was conceived. Marlene would almost certainly hit him. James’ moment won out, because if “it” hadn’t started on the Hogwarts Express, something certainly had. a retelling of a story that's been documented a thousand times in a million ways: the marauders' time at hogwarts.

We Can Be Heroes by YouBlitheringIdiot (@blitheringmcgonagall) Sirius Black seemed to have broken the Marauders after revealing Remus Lupin's secret to Snape, James Potter was failing miserably in what his friends called Prongs Pursuing Evans, and Lily Evans was realising she may have misjudged certain people. Voldemort and his followers were beginning to show an interest in the Marauders. All was not well...

The Mapmakers by @dizzy--bird It's 1975 and Whoever-He-Is has turned his eyes towards Hogwarts. Muggle-born Lily Evans is certain her best friend has been recruited by the Death Eaters. She's less certain about her future in Wizarding Britain. And she has absolutely no idea how to handle the dark-haired, outrageously privileged, obnoxiously talented toerag named James Potter. A canon-compliant account of the first Wizarding War and the teenagers who fought in it.

The Twelve Days of Christmas by pratty-prongs-princesse With Alice and Frank's impending nuptials on Christmas Day, Lily Evans is back home for the holidays. As maid of honour, she's unexpectedly thrown together with the best man, James Potter, who has seemingly changed since their graduation. This is a Christmas love story about how the two school rivals went from hate to lust to love while planning a wedding.

#fic rec sunday #jily #james x lily #figured we all need distraction

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prettyboybuckley · 2 years

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After a week of fics for the 911 First Kiss Week, here's a collection links and summaries of all seven fics in one post! Find them under the cut 🥰

trade our tears for diamonds for the prompt "trough tears + with smiles on their faces."

6.4k | General | No Archive Warnings Apply | Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz

"We need to talk about it, Eddie."

His stomach sinks, his heart skips a beat and every other cliché feeling of terror makes itself known in his body. He doesn't want to talk about it. If he does, he might break.

But Buck is right, they have to talk about it eventually.

OR: they finally talk about it amidst tears, smiles and kisses

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but a cowboy ain't no ordinary man for the prompt "in a past era"

6.6k | General | No Archive Warnings Apply | Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz

The thing is, Eddie is a thirty-five-year-old widower with a teenager at home. Besides the fact that he doesn't have the time to lust after young, pretty cowboys, he is too old for it as well.

So as far as Eddie is concerned, he'll keep avoiding the guy until he finally decides to leave town, and Eddie can move on with his life.

Of course, life decides to go a different route.

OR: town doctor Eddie has a crush on a cowboy and then said cowboy falls off a horse

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i realised, ain't gotta hide this heart of mine for the prompt "(Back to) pride"

5.0k | General | No Archive Warnings Apply | Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz

Eddie has never been to pride before.

He's never had the guts to go, not even as an ally. He knows that Buck has been going with Hen and Karen ever since he joined the department and that two years ago Maddie and Chim also joined. Actually, he's pretty sure that May also went last year.

But over the past year Eddie has done some self-discovery.

OR: Eddie comes out - even if he hasn't quite figured everything out - goes to pride and gets his man

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if you want to kiss the boy then you better kiss the boy right now for the prompt "on the lips + anywhere but the liips

4.6k | General | No Archive Warnings Apply | Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz

It starts with a kiss on the cheek. Honestly, it's really simple and mostly Christopher's fault.

OR: 5 times Buck kisses Eddie anywhere but his lips + 1 time Eddie (accidentally) kisses Buck on the lips

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no one else is such a beautiful dream to me for the prompt "it was all a dream"

2.4k | General | No Archive Warnings Apply | Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz

When he wakes up, Buck feels a little lost. The bed is familiar, yet strange because it's not his own.

There is an arm slung over his midriff, calloused fingers pressed lightly against the skin of his chest. He rolls onto his back, the person next to him shifting in their sleep.

OR: Buck dreams. Reality turns out to be not that bad either, though

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would you like to slow dance (and hold hands) for the prompt "there's a wedding"

3.1k | General | No Archive Warnings Apply | Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz

"I can't believe May is getting married," Eddie says as he puts the car into drive. "It feels like yesterday that she was going to prom and graduating from high school, you know?"

Buck chuckles, nodding a little.

"To be fair, it's not like she's suddenly thirty. It has only been a few years since then."

OR: May gets married. Buck and Eddie find love at a wedding

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oh, you look like you did before, only prettier for the prompt "free choice: meeting through the years"

10.6k | Teen and Up | No Archive Warnings Apply | Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz

Eddie is seven years old and big enough to go and get the cereal his mama sent him for on his own. At least, that's his opinion. However, he is not equipped for this situation.

In the middle of the cereal aisle is a little boy. He looks to be about two or three, which is so so so much smaller than Eddie. He is just a little baby and he's sitting on the floor playing with a toy car. His mama doesn't seem to be around.

Eddie crouches down next to the boy, taking in the mess of blonde curls and his piercing blue eyes.

"Hello," he says when he's got the toddler's attention.

OR: Buck and Eddie keep running into each other throughout their lives. It almost seems like fate.

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#911firstkiss #buddie fic #gary writes fic #911fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #lesbiandiaz #usermorgue #bigfootsmom #sainteddie #tuserjw #holdmygum #usersiren #tuserksn #userisha

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So frat boy Chris, having sex with a Romanian prince on his Steve Rogers’ Camaro

Okay so nonnie, you’re kind of a mind reader. When you sent this in yesterday I was literally in the middle of writing this. I got a prompt just like this from another lovely anon a while ago and only just got around to writing it, so yeah, your timing is impeccable! I hope you enjoy this little car sex fic 😘

Baby, you can drive my car

Pairing: Chris Evans x Sebastian Stan (Evanstan)

Word count: 3k

Rating: Explicit, so 18+ only please!

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Gif credit to @stevenrogered

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“Chris?”

Sebastian’s voice emerges, a little muffled, from where his face is smushed in between Chris’s pectorals.

Chris hums in reply, not taking his eyes off the book he’s reading. “What’s up, baby?”

“I’m bored.”

Huffing out a laugh, Chris tears his gaze away from the page to peer down at Sebastian. “You could grab a book too, you know. What happened to that weird Gothic novel you were reading earlier? The Finnish one?”

Sebastian lifts his head to pout at him, pink bottom lip pushed out enticingly. “We’ve been reading all morning. I wanna go do something.”

“Like what?” Chris leans in to kiss the top of Sebastian’s head.

“Like…” Sebastian’s scrunches up his nose in thought. “Oh, let’s go for a drive?”

“Where to?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Sebastian shrugs, leaning his chin on Chris’s sternum. “Just don’t want to sit inside on a day like this.”

“Okay,” Chris agrees, stroking Sebastian’s hair back off his forehead. “We could take the Lexus and drive up to the mountains?”

“Yeah. Or, hey, can we take the Camaro?”

Chris blinks. “Really?”

“You’ve barely taken her out since you got her.” Sebastian playfully narrows his eyes. “Wouldn’t want your sugar daddy to think you didn’t appreciate his present, right?”

Chris rolls his eyes at Sebastian’s gentle ribbing. “Okay, yeah. You’re right, it’s time I took her for a spin.”

He sits up, pushing Sebastian off of him in the process, who just rolls onto his side on the couch. He holds out a hand for Sebastian to grab onto, groaning as he pulls him up to his feet.

“Go put on some pants, I’ll go check the oil. Rendezvous in the garage in ten.”

Sebastian was right – it’s a lovely day. The sun is out and it’s unseasonably warm, so Chris shrugs off his cardigan twenty minutes in, leaving him in a short-sleeved, white t-shirt. He has his sunglasses on and his ball cap backwards on his head, the window rolled down, and his baby next to him in the passenger seat. So yeah, he has nothing to complain about.

Sebastian, wearing baggy basketball shorts, a black t-shirt and some Ray Bans, is loudly singing along to Journey. It’s a little off-key, but Chris thinks it’s all the more endearing for it. They drive up into the mountains for a little over an hour – not counting one stop at a gas station – before Sebastian tells him to pull over.

“We just had a pee break,” Chris protests mildly, “literally like fifteen minutes ago. Took ages, too.”

Instead of explaining, Sebastian laughs. “Just pull over, dork.”

Chris sighs, already doing as he’s told. He came to terms with the fact that he’s whipped a long time ago. “What is it?” he asks once he’s shut off the engine, turning towards Sebastian.

Sebastian just looks at him silently for a moment, then says, “Get out of the car.”

“What? Why?”

“I need you to switch places with me.”

“Why?” Chris repeats, puzzled. “If you wanna drive for a bit, you can just ask me that, you know.”

Sebastian just flashes him a grin and opens the passenger door, climbing out of the car. Chris shrugs, following suit and walking over to the other side.

“Get in,” Sebastian orders, though he’s making no move to take place behind the wheel.

Still confused, Chris eases himself into the passenger seat and looks up at Sebastian expectantly. “Now what?”

“Now,” Sebastian says, stepping closer, “I do this.”

Next thing Chris knows, he has a lap full of Sebastian. “What are you- oh.”

“Yes, oh,” Sebastian mimics, taking off his sunglasses and tossing them carelessly onto the unoccupied driver’s seat. His grey-blue eyes sparkle mischievously and Chris’s heartbeat speeds up; a Pavlovian response.

“Here?” he asks incredulously.

“Uh huh.” Sebastian removes Chris’s sunglasses too and leans in, lips only half an inch from his own when he asks, “That okay with you?”

“What if someone sees?”

“Chris. This is literally the most remote road I could find on the map and we’re half hidden by those trees anyway. We’re fine.”

“Oh, I see,” Chris drawls, pressing his lips to Sebastian’s briefly because they’re right there. “So you planned this, huh, you little minx.”

“Maybe,” Sebastian says, tilting his head coquettishly. He reaches back behind him to open the glove compartment, rummaging around for a moment before producing a bottle of lube that he must’ve put there while Chris was busy checking the tire pressure. “And I may or may not be going commando under these shorts.”

Chris groans, closing his eyes as he lets his head thunk back against the headrest. “Sebastian, baby… One of these days you’re gonna kill me, I swear to god.”

Sebastian takes off Chris’s cap and affectionately ruffles his hair. “Only if you haven’t killed me first. Y’know, with your dick.” Sebastian grins goofily at his own, horrendously bad joke and Chris’s heart flip flops in his chest with all kinds of emotions that are far too sappy for the situation they’re in.

“Please do us both a favor and shut up, sweetheart,” Chris says, knowing that Sebastian will be able to see right through the snark, to the love underneath.

Sebastian raises an eyebrow, licking his lips. “Make me.”

“Hmmm, love a challenge.”

Winding one arm around Sebastian’s waist and grabbing his neck with the other, Chris pulls Sebastian in for a hard, filthy kiss. He doesn’t waste any time slipping him some tongue, tracing the tip of it along Sebastian’s perfectly straight, Hollywood teeth, which Chris loved even back when they were still endearingly crooked.

Sebastian moans, catching Chris’s bottom lip between his teeth and sucking on it, the way he knows makes Chris’s knees weak. Chris retaliates by kneading Sebastian’s pert little ass, pulling him closer, pleased to find that Sebastian is already half hard. That makes two of them, then.

“Wait,” Sebastian says after a minute or two of making out like a couple of horny teenagers. “Tilt back your seat.”

“Ooh, smart. Knew you were more than just a pretty face.” Chris slides back the seat as far as it’ll go, but even then there’s not a lot of space for them to move. “You’re gonna have to ride me, though. I can’t move much in this position.”

Sebastian smiles wolfishly. “Not a problem. Have you seen these thighs?” He squeezes Chris’s waist with said thighs to emphasize his point, and Chris let out a deep groan, hips already jerking upwards.

“Uh huh,” he says, through gritted teeth. “I’ve seen ‘em alright. They’re good thighs. Real nice.”

Despite being all bold and flirty up until this point, the simple compliment is enough to make Sebastian blush, his cheeks tinged with pink.

Jesus, he’s sweet. Chris has no choice but to kiss him again. While he’s at it, he slides his right hand into the back of Sebastian’s shorts, squeezing the firm flesh and dipping his fingers between his cheeks. When he rubs a fingertip over Sebastian’s entrance, he looks up in surprise.

“Did you –”

“In the bathroom,” Sebastian smirks.

“That’s why it took so long.”

Sebastian rolls his eyes. “Are you gonna complain about that some more or are you gonna fuck me?”

The words send a jolt of lust through Chris, his mind going blank as his cock eagerly fills up that final bit inside his jeans. “You want me to fuck you, baby?” he rumbles, tightening his grip on Sebastian’s ass.

Sebastian nods, heavy-lidded eyes trained on Chris’s. “Yeah, I want you to fuck me. Been wanting to feel you inside me all day, but you were too busy reading.”

Chris snorts. “I guess I’d better make up for it now, then.”

“Guess you’d better,” Sebastian nods, leaning down to kiss him again while starting to open Chris’s fly.

Chris lifts up his hips to help Sebastian shimmy down his jeans and boxers just far enough to take out his cock. The way Sebastian licks his lips at the sight tells him that he’s dying to suck him off – that pretty mouth is always ready – but that will have to wait until some other time.

“Wish I could get on my knees for you, but there’s no room in this fucking car,” Sebastian laments, echoing Chris’s thoughts.

“It was your idea to take the Camaro.”

Sebastian narrows his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Less talking, more fucking, thanks.” He wraps his hand around Chris’s length, tightening his grip and stroking him slowly, making Chris’s breath stutter in his throat.

“Oh, that’s it, baby,” he breathes. “God, that feels good.”

“Yeah?” Sebastian tips Chris head back with his free hand and places small, biting kisses to his throat, just below the line of his beard. “That’s all I want, Chris, to make you feel good.”

For that alone, Chris has to kiss him again. He tugs Sebastian’s head up by his hair.

“Unghh,” Sebastian says, delightfully responsive as always when Chris pulls on his hair a bit. Chris dives in and swallows his moans, jerking his hips into the tight circle of Sebastian’s fist.

“Chris, get in me,” Sebastian mutters impatiently.

“Yeah, okay,” Chris pants. “You need some fingers first?”

“No.” Sebastian’s pupils are blown, his mouth slick and red. “Yeah. I don’t know.”

“That’s a yes, then.” Chris replies, unwilling to take any risks with something like this. Sebastian whines in response, but Chris ignores him and grabs the lube, quickly coating his fingers in the stuff before shoving his hand down the back of Sebastian’s shorts again. Carefully, he pushes his forefinger inside, sliding in a second one as soon as he’s satisfied that Sebastian can take it.

“More,” Sebastian whispers already, pressing his forehead to Chris’s. Chris obliges, adding a third finger slowly before spreading them a little, opening Sebastian up bit by bit. He can’t really thrust much in this position, can’t really hit the spot, but he’ll make sure to make up for that later.

“You wanna take these off?” Chris asks when he thinks Sebastian is prepped enough, pulling the waistband of the basketball shorts.

Sebastian shakes his head quickly, all worked up and flushed now. “Nuh uh, just – pull ‘em aside.” He lifts his hips a little, scrunching up the fabric and pulling it aside, creating a wide gap.

“Huh,” Chris says, impressed, “you really did think about this.”

“Yup.” Sebastian peckshim on the lips quickly and adds, “Now shut up and put your dick in me.”

“Yes, sir.”

Sebastian pushes himself up on his knees, hovering over Chris, while Chris holds his dick steady with his right hand and guides it to Sebastian’s opening. Both of them hold their breath as Chris presses against the slight resistance, pushing past Sebastian’s rim until he can slowly, steadily slide inside. It’s so warm in here, so tight and hot and perfect, and Chris has been with many people in his life, but none of them ever felt as good as his baby does.

“Oh, god,” Sebastian moans, “oh fuck, that feels – you feel so…”

“Feels good?” Chris manages to ask, making a concerted effort to drag his foggy mind back into consciousness so he can check if Sebastian’s doing okay.

“So good. So big, holy shit.” Sebastian shudders as he sinks down the final bit, settling in Chris’s lap with Chris now fully seated inside of him. “Why do I never get used to how you feel?” he marvels, burying his face in Chris’s neck. Chris runs his hands up and down Sebastian’s back, soothing him while he gets used to the feeling.

“Too much?”

“Fuck, no. Never toomuch of you, baby.”

For a moment, Chris has to close his eyes to stem the swell of emotions rising up inside his chest. He tightens his arms around Sebastian and squeezes, wishing not for the first time that they could just meld into one.

“Love you so much, baby,” he murmurs into Sebastian’s hair, pressing a kiss there for good measure.

“Love you, too,” Sebastian says quietly, before drawing in a deep breath. He lifts his head and locks his gaze with Chris’s, and for a long moment Chris gets lost in the depths of those steel-blue eyes.

Then, without warning, Sebastian suddenly lifts himself up a couple of inches before pushing back down, causing Chris’s eyes to roll back inside his skull at the sudden stab of sensation.

“Ooohh my fucking god,” Chris groans, hands sliding down Sebastian’s back, grabbing his ass. “Do that again.”

“Do this again?” Sebastian asks, lifting off and sinking down on Chris’s cock again, taking him all the way to the root. Chris growls out something obscene into Sebastian’s collarbone when Sebastian stays seated for a moment and rolls his hip, grinding himself down on Chris’s dick.

“Jesus, you’re so deep.” Sebastian’s eyes are wide, his voice high and breathy, almost like a whine.

“Think I could get deeper?” Chris asks, when Sebastian comes up for air.

Sebastian shrugs, but the way he’s trembling belies the casual gesture. “Worth a try, huh?”

Sebastian starts to ride him then, rising up and sinking down again, taking him to the hilt over and over. They don’t talk for a little while, at least not beyond some bitten off curses and moans, too focused on the way they’re making each other feel to speak. Sebastian’s breaths are coming shorter now, his t-shirt already sticking to his back from the effort it takes working himself on Chris’s cock in the unexpected heat of the day.

“You’re doing so well,” Chris whispers in Sebastian’s ear, knowing how the praise will affect him. “You look so damn good bouncing on my dick like this, sweetheart.”

Sebastian whimpers, trying his best to speed up even further while he tightens involuntarily around Chris’s length. It’s not easy, though, in this position, so Chris helps him out a little by letting his hips snap up, fucking up into him as hard as he’s able.

“Aahh,” Sebastian moans, jerking upright. “Right there, I’m – oh.”

Chris does it again, pushing in deep while Sebastian grinds down, mindlessly chasing his pleasure.

He’s beautiful like this. He’s beautiful always, but especially like this. Lost in pleasure, eyes dark and heavy-lidded and a flush on his cheeks, his red mouth open, looking almost surprised at how good he’s feeling. And that’s all Chris ever wants, too, to make Sebastian feel good. To make him feel better than anyone has made him feel before; to make him feel whole, and owned, and adored. All those things Sebastian craves but isn’t always able to ask for. So Chris doesn’t wait until he asks, he makes it his mission to give it to him whenever he can, anything he needs, whenever he needs it.

Because that’s the wayhe loves Sebastian: always, anything, completely.

A sharp sting brings him back to the present – Sebastian sinking his teeth into the meat of his shoulder. He gets bitey sometimes, when he’s close; a way to give expression to the building tension inside of him. Chris slides a hand up Sebastian’s back, tightly gripping the back of his neck. The hair at his nape is damp with sweat. Chris threads his fingers through it, tightening into a fist while he keeps pumping his hips, burying himself inside of Sebastian over and over.

“You getting close, sweetheart?”

It’s a sound Sebastian makes in reply, not a word, but Chris has learned to interpret all of Sebastian’s sounds by now, and he knows what this one means.

“Chris,” Sebastian breathes, voice barely audible, “Chris, Chris, ahh.”

“I’ve got you, Sebastian. I’ve got you.” He pulls Sebastian’s head back again, firmly but not roughly, and fits their mouths together. Sebastian kisses him deeply, desperately, hands coming up to grab his face as he squirms in his lap. His breath is coming fast, panting into Chris’s mouth, and when Chris reaches down into the front of Sebastian’s shorts and curls his fingers around his length, pulling him out, Sebastian makes a high, keening sound, his ass gripping impossibly tight around Chris’s cock.

“Oh, fuck,” Chris pants, “oh baby, you feel so good, so perfect – Jesus, you’re tight, sweetheart.”

“Come in me,”Sebastian says suddenly, giving Chris a wild, pleading look. “Come in me – please, Chris.”

Chris growls. “Youwant me to fill you up? That what you want? Fill you up with my come?”

“Yes, oh my god, p-please,” Sebastian stutters, “c’mon, do it. Now.”

Not used to being the one to receive orders when they’re like this, the words hit Chris hard, filling him with renewed urgency. He gabs hold of Sebastian’s waist, holding him in place as he jackhammers into him, knowing he’s nailing his prostate with every stroke from the way Sebastian jolts in his arms. Sebastian’s fingers dig into Chris’s biceps as he holds on and takes it, takes it so good – until Chris can’t take anymore and tips over the edge.

His rhythm inevitably falters as he comes, spilling inside the intoxicating heat of Sebastian’s body, giving him everything he’s got. Even as his climax rages through him, somehow Chris remembers to wrap a hand around Sebastian’s cock, jerking him fast and sloppily until Sebastian keens, the breath being punched out of him by his orgasm. Chris feels him spill, warm and sticky, over his hand, staining his abdomen and shorts.

Finally, they’re both spent, Sebastian slumping against Chris’s chest. He breathing hard, still, but it’s slowing now, and Chris tries to match his own breaths to Sebastian’s.

“Hmmm,” Sebastian hums finally, turning his head to press a wet, sloppy kiss to Chris’s throat. “Chris?”

“Yeah, honey?”

“Love you.”

Sebastian’s always so pliant and sweet after sex, warm and cuddly and affectionate, and Chris cherishes those moments, soaking it all up to keep for later, when they’re apart.

“Love you too, sweetheart,” he whispers, runninga hand up and down Sebastian’s sweaty back in long, soothing strokes. “Youhappy now?”

“Very,” Sebastian says contentedly, and Chris can feel him smile against his neck.

“Good.” He presses a lingering kiss to the side of Sebastian’s face. “Thanks for helping me christen the Camaro.”

Sebastian snorts. “Anytime. And I mean that.”

#evanstan #rpf #real person fiction #chris evans x sebastian stan #my writing #my fic #chris evans #sebastian stan #smut #ao3

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allmonstersxarehuman · 4 years

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Out Of The Woods Chapter 2

A/N: Alrighty, here's a filler for you guys. Yes it’s going to be one of those slow burn stories. But trust me it will be worth it. I have not proof read this I apologize for any mishaps. I am very excited to show more of this story as it progresses. Also thank you so much to @jtargaryen18 she has definitely helped me move this story along.

Pairing: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Warnings: No big spoilers. Just some of the things you hear off of the trailer.

Word Count: 1468

Chapter 1

Andy Barber appeared on the outside like any other family man, a good paying job, a nice home in a nice city, a beautiful wife and a very smart son. He had it all, but on the inside his life was on the brink of collapse. He and his wife Laurie never slept in the same bed anymore, he had begun taking up residence in the guest bedroom. His son had become distant and moody, though his son was a teenager and most teens start to become moody, it was very unusual for his son. Then there was his sex life, which since he and Laurie had been fighting that part of his life had become non-existent. Which left him lusting after a co-worker, one that was younger than him and hadn’t been in the firm for as long as he had but was already fantastic at her job; which led him to bump heads with her. He had never met such a strong willed woman, she was the extreme opposite to his wife. Y/n spoke her mind didn’t let people including the men around the firm push her around, she never took no for an answer when it came to cases making her one of the best DA’s in the firm. He loved his wife, but recently things had changed. His feelings for her had changed, it wasn’t because they were getting older. It was because there was no spark left in their relationship, though he was determined to try to make it work for the sake of their son. But damn Y/n Y/l/n out of his head, though she didn’t know it and he was way too proud to admit it; but she had him hooked. So there she sat on the other side of the meeting table, pen between her lips. What was she thinking about? He hadn’t realized that he had been staring until their boss came in to announce that he and Y/n were to be leading any new cases along with other colleagues. Andy gave a smug smile towards Y/n. “Looks as though you’re in with the adults now kiddo.” He gave her a wink before walking towards his office. He already had plans to get home so he and Laurie could talk, it would be the best time because his son Jacob was out with friends and wouldn’t be home until around dinner time. As he was walking out of the building he couldn’t help but over hear a colleague talk about asking Y/n out on a date. Andy couldn’t help but scoff, like she would go for some loser like Jack Louis. She wouldn’t right? Why was he even concerned about who she dated, she wasn’t his. But, he needed her to be.

Walking into his house, he could smell that his wife had been cooking which meant he was in for a long night of either arguing or silence. He desperately hoped for the latter, but life isn’t nice to men who long for someone who is not their wife. “Nice to see that you came home early Andy, we need to talk.” Laurie said turning to look at him her hands resting on her hips. Andy sighed running a hand down his face, as he hung up his coat and bag before grabbing a beer from the fridge. “Alright Laurie, what do we need to talk about?” He said popping off the cap of the cold bottle. “I want to make things work. If not for us for Jacob.” Laurie stated walking over to her husband resting her hands on his shoulders. “What do you say? Why don’t we rekindle this flame?” Andy sighed softly taking a long sip of his beer. “Let’s talk about this later.” He spoke before tilting his head towards the sound of the front door. Upon seeing their son Jacob enter the room they put on forced smiles.

Andy heard his alarm sound from his phone, groaning he turned it off and ran his hand over his face. He knew Laurie would be out running and he obviously knew that Jacob wasn’t up yet, so he got up walking over to his sons room and knocked on the door. “Jake time to get up.” He spoke as he opened up the bedroom door. “Come on Jacob, let me see those eyes.” After a bit Jacob finally popped his head up from under the covers and groaned to let his dad know that he was up. Once Andy finished getting dressed, he headed down to the kitchen seeing the normal sight he usually saw. Laurie pouring two cups of coffee and Jacob eating breakfast. Little did he know, his life was about to turn upside down. That morning he got a call saying he needed to be at a certain location, there had been a murder and they needed him and his co-worker Y/n Y/l/n to be at the scene. He let out a sigh and pulled out his cell before calling Y/n. “Y/L/N, we have a new case. They need us at the scene as soon as possible.” When she spoke his breath hitched a bit. Y/n told him she would meet him at the scene, and with that he headed on his way to the crime site. Andy got there before Y/n and soon noticed that the weather had become colder, the sun could no longer be seen like it had been earlier that day and it had seemed like it was going to rain. But when Y/n arrived it was as if his body became warmer, like he was borrowing her body heat it wasn’t sexual; it was more comforting. Andy snapped out of it as the two of them ducked underneath the yellow police tape. “Nothing worse than a kid.” Spoke a detective when he heard the victim’s name he stopped in his tracks, the kid went to the same school as his son. Andy seemed to have spaced, he didn’t want to think about it and didn’t want to be one of the parents that would be thinking it could’ve been his own kid down there. He snapped out of his daze when Y/n called his name. “Hmm?” He hummed and turned his gaze towards her. “Any leads to go off of?” She asked her head tilted slightly. “No. None yet.” He sighed heavily rubbing at his beard. “You know him don’t you.” She spoke a bit more sternly her arms folded over her chest. “He and Jacob went to school together, know his parents but not much.” He said shaking his head.

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You sighed softly, Andy had just revealed to you that he personally knows the family of the murdered boy. “Are you sure it’s wise for you to be on this case Andy? Lynn might not agree when she finds out.” You spoke softly but enough to make him know that you were serious. “Um. Yeah it shouldn’t be a conflict.” He said before disappearing. You ran your fingers through your hair and sighed out in frustration, you knew what you were about to do was something that could break any trust with your work partner. Taking out your phone you called Lynn. “Lynn we have a problem.” You said.

Here you were sitting in your boss’ office 3 days after the murder, you knew this was going to break your co-worker but it needed to be done. When he walked in, he definitely wasn’t in a good mood. You chewed on you lip nervously. “Andy, we found a print on the victim it’s partial but it’s a print. The finger print that has been lifted from the victim is your sons. Y/n will be taking over the case.” Lynn spoke calmly. Andy looked at you and then back at Lynn. “You’ve arrested my son?!” He spoke loudly. “Not yet, but they are preparing to get a search warrant.” You spoke up, when his eyes met yours. You felt uneasy, his usual bright blue eyes seemed almost grey. It wasn’t until he stormed out that you noticed that you had been holding your breath. “Y/n are you alright.” Lynn asked you. “Yes ma’am I’m fine.” You spoke before leaving to go to your apartment that you shared with your roommate Diana. “Hey loser, I ordered take out. I figured you hadn’t eaten yet.” She yelled at you from the kitchen. A sigh of relief escaped your lips, it had seemed as if you were sighing a lot lately and for many different reasons. You walked into the kitchen and gave a small smile to her. “That rough huh?” She said raising a brow at you. “You don’t know the half of it.” You said jumping onto the counter and grabbing the beer she had handed to you.

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el-gilliath · 4 years

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This story started with a picture posted by @signoraviolettavalery about a secret Max and Isobel might be hiding from Michael. The working title is bad siblings. Should tell you something about there this is going.

It’s also a gift for @christchex @jumbled-nonsense and @beyondkailani who wanted hurt/comfort angst with happy ending. The ending is hopeful leaning towards happy but other than that I think I did pretty good. Enjoy!

And as always, the mightiest thanks to Ariqa for helping me make sure my Norwegian grammar turns english.

Michael knows no one loves him. It’s just a fact of life, how no one wants him or people run away from him. He’s used to it by now, and it’s okay. He never expects them to stay.

But it’s always weird seeing Mrs. Evans again. Because he knows that there was a time when she was at least somewhat fond of him, back when they were younger and he would spend a lot of time at the Evans household. He doesn’t know what changed, never really understood how she one day could go from fond to reminding him strictly that he was to call her Mrs. Evans when before he was allowed to call her Ann. He’ll admit that it’s been wracking his mind for years, but only to himself, never to others. He doesn’t want people to think he cares, because then they would feel bad.

He hates that.

Right now it’s been a long year, a long decade, a long fucking life and he’s tired. Everything with Alex, everything with Maria, everything with Max and Isobel and Liz and Rosa. It’s just… enough.

But this… This is the last drop.

“I could’ve had a home?”

The room is abruptly silenced. All the yelling, all the fighting that’s been going on for the last hour, ever since the truth serum started affecting them, just stops and all of them turn towards Michael. Most of them watching him in surprise. But Max and Isobel… Max and Isobel are looking at him in guilt, so much guilt as if it’s dripping off them.

“Yes,” Isobel answers. She can’t stop herself, dosed by the serum as she is. And suddenly Michael regrets asking if they were keeping any secrets from him in jest, after he showed up to the lab and found them yelling. He really didn’t expect Max to say yes and start talking about his and Isobel’s parents. “Mom and dad were talking when we were around 14 about taking you in. But we were so afraid that if all of us were under the same roof they would find out about what we are. I went inside their heads and made them forget about it the next day.”

Michael closes his eyes. He can’t think about it. Can’t consider it. It will only break his heart.

“That’s why they suddenly changed, why you were welcome one day and not the next. The only thing they remembered about you was the angry thirteen-year-old you were,” Max adds. He’s visibly trying not to speak, seemingly in pain over it. Michael can’t help but think good.

“So you made sure I was left on the street. Let me believe no one wanted me.”

“Yes,” Isobel whispers through clenched teeth. And Michael knows he has to get out of there before he starts crying. Or worse, screaming.

“Good to know.” His voice is rough, hurt. He doesn’t bother hiding it.

“Michael, you have to under-“

“Oh, I understand, don’t worry,” he understands exactly why they did it. Doesn’t mean it hurts any less or makes him any less angry. “Liz, you need me or can I go?”

“You can go,” Liz tells him. “I wouldn’t want to be here either after that.”

He nods at Liz and turns around walking out of the bunker while Isobel yells how sorry she is behind him. At least he knows she means it even if it doesn’t matter since he also knows that they don’t regret it. He can hear Kyle starting to lecture them on his behalf though he doesn’t stay to listen. He doesn’t care to.

He’s numb, numb beyond belief as he gets into his car, as he starts it, as he puts it in drive, as he drives off. He doesn’t know where he’s driving, doesn’t really care. He just knows he needs to get away from the bunker, from Isobel and Max.

Though he’s not terribly surprised when he stops the car and he’s outside Alex’s house. There’s so much shit and pain and confusing emotions between them, but there is one thing that he has never worried about; he will always feel appreciated by Alex. Even when they argue.

He still stays in the car, something inside him preventing him from getting out and actually going to Alex. He tells himself it’s because he wants to let Alex sleep. Never mind that it’s only ten pm, never mind that Alex is rarely in bed before midnight. It would feel too much like using him.

He doesn’t expect the car door to open not long after getting there, Alex jumping in on the passenger side. He’s in grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt, sans prosthetic and looking incredibly soft. As always, the sight of Alex relaxed fills him with a warm, sunny feeling. It wills him with joy, even a certain amount of pride. He’s finally seeing pieces of the old Alex again, the emo shit that pushed everyone’s boundaries, who was deathly afraid after the shed incident. He can’t help but like it.

“Not that I mind, Guerin, is there a reason you’re here at ten at night?” Alex asks. There’s a calm look on his face, almost like he’s making himself seem unthreatening. They’ve had enough late night fights that Michael understands why, though he still hates it.

“Sorry, I was just driving around and ended up here. Didn’t mean to disturb you.”

“You never disturb me. We might not always be good at talking without fighting, but you’re always welcome,” Alex replies. He says it so easily, so completely that for a moment Michael forgets to breathe. “You okay though? You look… sad.”

“I’m fine,” Michael says, too quickly from the look Alex gives him. The worst part of their ten-year thing is how well Alex knows him. Sometimes he wishes he didn’t.

“Do you need anything?”

Michael opens his mouth to speak but in that moment his brain fractures and his carefully controlled chaos snaps. He can see it all, the memories flitting before his eyes like scenes of a movie.

The angry teenager he was, finally back in Roswell in his thirteenth year and back with his siblings. The anger of which Ann and Phil Evans saw firsthand many times. Until he broke down crying on their front step after escaping from his current foster home, beaten black and blue. Them taking him in that night, taking care of him, Ann’s kind words and Phil’s gentle touch as they cleaned his wounds.

He tried to be kind after that, tried to repay them for what he’d done. He didn’t always manage, but they knew what he went through. And in turn he was welcome to stay whenever he needed, an offer he often took advantage of.

He remembers thinking that that was why they turned from him, why he was suddenly no longer welcome. He learnt to not accept charity after that, believing that his greed, his using of the Evans’ offer was the reason they no longer wanted him there.

To find out that Isobel and Max are the reason, that he could have stayed with them and had a loving home alongside them… It’s too much after everything else.

“Michael, you’re crying.”

The soft words startle him, prompting him to slowly take a hand off of the steering wheel and touch his face. His fingers are wet when he looks at them.

“You never call me Michael,” he says instead of commenting on his crying.

“You’ve never cried in front of me.” And Alex is right, he never has. It’s all lust and fiery passion between them, anger and love and fierce emotions. Never just sadness.

“It’s nothing.”

“You’re a miserable liar,” Alex says and Michael just looks at him in shock. The small teasing smile makes him burst into laughter, laughing harder than he has in a while.

The laughter turns quickly to tears, even though he doesn’t want it to, even though he tries to stop them. But he can’t, the sadness and tears take hold now that he’s acknowledged them, running in fat rivulets down his face as he cries silently, his frame shaking. The pain he’s felt since Caulfield, since Max, since Isobel, since the first time he was beaten black and blue because he was a curious kid comes rushing out. He feels the pain like a black band tightening around his heart, tightening further and further as the tears just keep coming. In that moment the pain surpasses everything and he wonders if he can ever feel remotely okay again, a whine unwittingly forcing its way up his throat.

A hand wraps around his upper arm and tugs him sideways. He resists, at first, not wanting to appear weak. He hates it, he’s not a charity case or someone that can easily be taken care of. That’s not who he is, not who he wants to be. But he gets tugged again, and he’s also tired, so fucking tired. He stops resisting and falls gratefully into Alex’s open arms.

He’s touch starved in many ways, even more starved for true comfort. And Alex knows, as always, exactly what he needs as his hand tangles in his curls, lightly stroking, gentle and sure as Alex hugs him tight, his other hand stroking down his back. It’s a move done several times before, though usually under the cover of darkness, in a bed or on a stale mattress, wherever they could find time together the times they saw one another during the last ten years, scared boys and then young men taking comfort and love wherever they could get it, in the face of overwhelming grief.

It’s never been easy, and back then it never felt completely safe. But Alex still makes him feel loved. Even now, after everything.

He just lets himself cry, clings to Alex in a desperate hope that he will forget, that he can forget how much he’s been hurt over the years. How much he himself has hurt others as well. It’s the deepest burden he has, the knowledge of how much hurt he’s dolled out over the years to try and keep himself uninteresting, to try and keep people from wanting to know him. But here he is, clinging to Alex like he never wants him to disappear again, like he never wants him to move from his side. He knows there’s truth to it, but he still doesn’t want to think about it.

He’s too used to being walked away from. Tonight proved that. Especially since he’d never really considered that Max and Isobel had hidden something from him. It explains how easily they’d agreed to keeping the secrets of Rosa and Liz.

He zones out again, just sits against Alex, tears still rolling down his face and his nose hidden in Alex’s neck. It feels calm, like no one can bother him. He knows it won’t last but he still wants to feel it more often. He misses Alex, misses him like he thinks Alex misses his right leg, even if it’s not the same, even if it can’t be compared. Once upon a time Alex wanted him. He’s about the only one that ever has, at least for a longer period of time.

But now he knows that Ann and Phil Evans wanted him, too. Wanted him enough that they were going to offer him a place in their home. And his siblings destroyed it.

“Come on, let’s go inside. Sitting sideways like this is hell on my leg.”

“Shit Alex, I’m s-“

“Stop, that’s not what I meant. Just come inside, please?” Alex doesn’t give him time to answer, just opens the door and gets out, expertly using his crutches to go towards his house. Michael doesn’t feel like he deserves to come in, but he will go if Alex is offering. He still wants to be good.

He takes a minute to calm down and dry his tears before he follows, walking in to find Alex in the kitchen fixing a cup of tea. An herbal tea with peppermint that Michael vaguely recalls telling Alex he liked once way back when. A tea he likes only because Ann Evans gave it to him several times when she would get up in the mornings and find Michael in the kitchen, after he was unable to sleep.

“Why do you have that? You don’t drink tea?” He asks.

“I don’t. But you do,” is the reply he gets. All that has been said and done, and Alex still continues to astound him. “Now go sit down on the couch and take the tea. I’ll be in in a second.”

He does as Alex says, walking into the living room with the cup of tea clenched in his hand. It burns his fingers, it feels good. He sits down sighing at the warm embrace Alex’s couch gives him. It’s a good couch, a deep gray with just enough give to make you feel comfortable yet not swallowed. He sips his tea slowly, cherishing it and the comfort it still brings. He continues sipping it even as Alex joins him, sitting as close as he can get without crowding him. Maybe they never talked, but they still know each other in all the ways that matters.

“You wanna tell me what happened? You don't have to but you can if you want,” Alex asks as Michael nears the end of his tea. His tone is low, the timbreof it designed not to startle or make him feel insecure. It’s a tone of voice Alex uses when he needs someone to calm down. It’s a tone he’s heard several times throughtout the years. Both in anger, and in love. Michael sighs, drinks the last of the tea and places the cup on the coffee table, his eyes firmly set on the table.

“Max and Isobel made Mr. and Mrs. Evans forget that they wanted to take me in because they were afraid of what would happen if the three of us were under the same roof.” He doesn’t mean to tell him, doesn’t even want to, really. But he still does. Alex would never use it against him, not the way other people would if they could use him. And Alex will never judge him for being sad.

“What.”

Michael’s gaze turns to Alex’s face. He knows that tone of voice too, it’s the soldier tone, the tone of someone who’s 29 and on his way to becoming a major through hard work, careful insubordination and a will to fight his own battles. It’s not an Alex he’s met many times, he usually keeps the military side of him far away, knowing how Michael might react when pushed with it. But this is pure soldier, pure commander, pure disbelief and careful hints of anger. Michael might have issues with Airman Alex and what made him become who he is, but he does respect him. His issues are not Alex’s fault anyway, something he tries strongly to remind himself of.

“They, uh. They got exposed to a truth serum in the lab, Liz, Kyle, Iz, and Max. Liz called me in and asked if I could help, and as a joke I asked if Iz and Max were hiding any secrets from me.” Michael breathes deeply, closing his eyes so he doesn’t have to look at Alex’s face. “Apparently they were, as they started talking about when we were 14 and they overheard their parents talking about adopting me too. Isobel influenced them into forgetting everything, and I went from being Michael to being ‘that boy’ again.”

“Did they say why?” Alex asks.

“Does it really matter?” Michael bites back.

“Of course it matters, it always matters when you’ve been hurt by it.” Alex replies, the tone still there though it has softened a bit.

Michael sighs. “They were afraid of what would happen if the three of us were under the same roof. They were scared they would figure out what we were. I could've had a home, Alex, a family. Instead I have nothing, just anger and rage and hurt.”

It’s silent, for a minute. Not that Michael minds, it gives him time to think. He opens his eyes when he feels a soft press of lips on his forehead, looking at Alex in surprise when he leans back.

“That’s not true, you have Liz, Kyle, Maria a,nd you have Iz and Max too even if it doesn’t feel like it right now,” Alex says, his hands leaving Michael’s hair and framing his face. “And I know you don’t believe it but. You have me, Michael. You’ve always had me.”

“But I hurt you so bad, Alex. Worse than I’ve hurt anyone else in my life.”

“Yeah, and I hurt you.” Alex sighs. “None of us were innocent in that, but that’s not the point I was trying to make.”

“Then what’s the point?”

“The point is that you have a home, and a family. You know I never really had a family when I grew up either, so I forged my own, just like you did. And I know you can’t really see it right now, but you have everything you wanted and hoped for when you were a kid.” Alex smiles, it’s small and careful but still so very beautiful. “You have a family right here, Michael. Just like I do.”

“I don’t know if I want to forgive them for this, Alex,” he whispers in the silence left from Alex’s words.

“Then don’t. You’re an amazing person, Michael, you’ve been through more hurt and pain than anyone should ever have to. But you still love because of it, you still try to see the best in everyone. If you don’t want to forgive them yet then you don’t have to.” He knows Alex means them, knows he’s not just saying it. It still feels… wrong, to not forgive.

“But-“

“No buts. Take your time, you deserve it. Maybe make them grovel a bit, make them buy you shit.”

He opens his mouth to protest when he sees the teasing smile yet again on Alex’s lips. It makes him huff out a laugh.

“You know I don’t accept charity.”

“Maybe you should,” Alex replies, the teasing smile still on his lips. It makes the darkness in Michael lighten, just a little, the way Alex always manages to.

“I love you.”

It’s not what he means to say, but the shock that turns into quiet delight on Alex’s face says it all.

“I love you too,” Alex replies and Michael can’t help but lean in, waiting to see if Alex moves away. When he doesn’t he places the sweetest kiss on his lips, he can’t help it.

“When all this has settled a bit and I’m not such an emotional wreck, maybe you and I should have that talk we should’ve had ages ago. If you still want to?” he asks.

Alex smiles in return. “I’d love to.”

It’s easy after that to gather Alex close, to kiss his forehead in return, to soak up all the love and return it tenfold. He might be a failure, might be a bad man, might not be anything worth keeping for some.

It’s enough to know that he’s still worth something, to Alex. He can deal with his siblings another day.

#roswell new mexico #roswell new mexico fic #michael guerin #isobel evans #max evans #alex manes #malex fic #ish #hopeful leaning to happy ending #hurt/comfort

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fxreverfame · 3 years

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Kai Anderson

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Kai Anderson is a cult leader from a Michigan suburb. He is a character in Cult portrayed by Evan Peters. Before he was radicalized by personal trauma, he was a typical internet troll who hadn't realized yet the power in manipulating emotions. His following was known as FIT, which expanded as he continued reeling in new recruits with his gifted charisma. What Kai started as a small group of locals had metastasized as he became increasingly prolific in the political media. He was hellbent on spreading chaos to take over the world, only to have his ego be his ultimate undoing.

Background

In 2014, Kai returned home after getting a degree in religious studies. His father was a lawyer who was injured in a motorcycle accident and was paralyzed from the waist down. This caused him to abuse his wife and accuse her of an affair. He is also seen verbally abusing Kai. He spent of his time there alone, lurking on website such as r/RedPill on his laptop.

Kai states that before the accident his father was firm but fair with them and his mother. One night Kai hears muffled arguing and gunshots. He finds that his mother, no longer able to stand the abuse and accusations, has shot his father she then turns the gun on herself and pulls the trigger in front of Kai. Clearly in shock, Kai calls his older brother, Dr. Rudy Vincent, who convinces Kai that the best course of action is to cover up the murder-suicide. He reasons that they will have to sell the house and that their sister Winter will not be able to finish college due to the loss of their parents' income. He has also just started his practice and doesn't want to explain to clients that his parents murdered each other. After locking pinkies, they put their parents' bodies in bed, cover them with lye, padlock the door and leave them to decompose.

When Kai asked what he should say to Winter, Vin tells him to wait and tell her when she returns home for Thanksgiving. When Winter returns home she is understandably upset that they have kept their parents' deaths from her. She threatens to turn them in but Kai uses Vin's logic on her saying who will pay for Vasser. Three years later and the bodies are still in the house. Kai admits to Beverly that he still talks to his mom. Despite their status, he still talked to his mother's decomposing body, usually holding her hand. He also talked to the corpse of his father, still blaming him for what happened and that he gets pleasure from watching him decompose. At one later point in the season he promises his mothers rotting corpse that he will become something for her.

Sometime after the horrific death of his parents, him and his sister both fall of the deep end. They both practically live in their basement, where they spend most of their time venturing on the dark web trolling alt-right extremists, often posing online as one of them. They'd test the limits of how crazy these extremists could be by proclaiming beliefs they'd pretend to have as part of acting their role. One night while doing this, an ad popped up for "Pastor Charles Judgement House." It's an evangelical hell house, led by the crazed Pastor Charles.

On Election Night, Kai walks in on a bound Gary Longstreet urging him not to scream too loud in his current predicament lest he attracts the wrong kind of attention. Kai manipulates and riles the humiliated man up and convinces him to sever his own hand with a saw so he'd be able to cast his vote. Kai accompanies the injured Gary to their local voting booth. He watches with some amount of glee as Gary shouts: "Welcome to Trump's America, motherfuckers!".

After Election Night, Kai begins drawing all kinds of people to him. He requests Harrison Wilton as his personal trainer and calls him strong. Kai is quick to point out the humiliating aspect of Harrison's work situation: being constantly humiliated by his boss, Vinny, for being gay. He wins Harrison over by advising him to reject labels and promises to always be there for him no matter their differences. After Kai's first session with Harrison, Kai masturbates in the gym shower and lures Harrison in to watch him. As his sessions with Harrison are ending, Kai notices that his trainer sounds a lot like Vinny. When confronted Harrison almost tearfully admits that his life is in tatters, that he's nobody going nowhere. Kai convinces his first devotee that 'nowhere' is the ideal jumping off point. That night Kai assists Harrison in murdering Vinny and disposing of any evidence linking them to the crime. Meadow walks in on the pair of them dismembering Vinny's corpse. Kai is able to sway Meadow to his side by praising her artistic abilities (designing eerie ghoulish clown masks) to the sky.

Kai becomes interested in news reporter Beverly Hope. He discovers that after repeated live 'pussy grabbing' taunts Beverly assaulted one of her hecklers and was forced to seek psychiatric counseling. He catches the frustrated reporter slashing a rival's tires and advises her on how to do it more efficiently. Kai invites Beverly to dinner and impresses her by accurately stating her problems. The aspiring leader next explains his philosophy to Beverly and offers to make her his spokesperson and partner. Realizing that as a reporter Beverly requires proof, not just words Kai requests a few days to deliver said proof. After having seen footage of her hated rival Serena Belinda's gory demise, Beverly realizes that Kai made it happen. The rage-filled reporter seeks Kai out and proclaims she's ready to believe in him. Kai hugs Beverly close and once again promises her an equal partnership.

Personality and Appearance

Prior to his parents' gruesome deaths, Kai appeared to function normally and was, by society's standards, an average teenager. After witnessing his mother and father's murder-suicide, and then the Biblically-motivated violence of Pastor Charles, Kai snapped and became mentally unstable, obsessed with the lust for power. By the events of Cult, he is 30 years old and has shoulder-length hair dyed blue, which he sometimes ties back in a bun. He appears to be very muscular and has a lean build sporting toned abs and biceps. He is fair-skinned and frequently switches between the attire of a cult leader and, when in the face of the public, the suit of a professional councilman.

Embodying a terrifying blend of toxic masculinity and manipulative charisma, Kai is obsessed with the concept of fear and aspires to use it to manipulate people. He states in his speech that his desire is to release chaos to achieve change, suggesting he is delusional. He is noted for holding the mentality that "not everyone can be saved", and that in order for the world to flourish and regrow, "the world should be burned down to rebuild another one".

Kai tested as a genius when he was a young child and was invited to join Mensa, but declined because, according to him, he was also very troubled. This would appear to be true, as Kai has demonstrated all the signs of a sociopath: he is extremely manipulative and charming, is devoid of a moral compass or a conscience, and has absolutely no feelings of empathy or remorse towards other people. He appears to lack fear, as evidenced by when he harassed several Latin-American workers on the street in order to intentionally be beaten by them, employing Harrison and Meadow Wilton to record the inciting violence as a means of furthering his political agenda, which revolved around gaining the racially motivated fear of the public. Despite this, he is described by his sister as having severe paranoia - a fact supported by Kai's exceeding detachment from reality and inability to distinguish between what are his hallucinations or actual people, including seeing and communicating with visions of other cult figures in history, such as Charles Manson.

His harassment towards ethnic minorities and the LGBTQ community are incisive elements for him being perceived as a racist and homophobe, although it is not entirely clear whether he is actually biased against them, or just exploits pre-existing prejudices and tensions to create chaos in the surrounding environment. He is, however, openly misogynistic, viewing women as inferior to men, and holds the belief that they are incapable of holding places of power and importance in society. Despite this, he has displayed a sexual interest in both males and females, though it is unclear if he is actually attracted to them or just uses sexual orientations as a means to further entrance others into following his deranged viewpoints. He intentionally masturbated in front of Harrison Wilton in a gym shower as a means of attracting him to join his cult, and later shared a one-night-stand with Detective Samuels for the same reasons, who he was able to convince that "sex with men is better than with any woman"; additionally, he describes Samuels to his sister as being "quite attractive". Interestingly enough, he is responsible for neither of these men's deaths, unlike other members of his cult that he directly targeted.

Kai may be aroused by the concept of incest, as he attempted a threesome between himself, his sister, and Samuels as a means of giving birth to a "Messiah baby". After Samuel's inability to become aroused by the situation and his sister's refusal to partake in the act, Kai has since come to believe that his son is Oz Mayfair-Richards (per the influence of Ally Mayfair-Richards, who has fed him this lie as a means of self-preservation).

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Kai was watching the 2016 election alone in his basement and was delighted by the news of Trump's victory, while his sister Winter was devastated by it, having worked for Clinton's campaign. Kai went to Winter's room to gloat about the win and they proceed to lock pinkies.

Later, Kai attended a city council meeting, which Mr. Chang serves on, about security for the local Jewish community center. Kai states his objections, talking about using fear to control people, though the council disagrees with him and the motion is passed. Kai is later seen harassing a group of Hispanic men on the streets by filling a condom with his urine and throwing it at the men while yelling racist slurs. The men beat Kai up while an unknown person records it.

After his vicious beating Kai, wearing a suit and an endearing armbrace is interviewed by various reporters in front of city hall, as he intends to propose himself as a city councilor. The Trump supporter is quick to point the finger at those 'dangerous illegal immigrants' for his mishap and further stokes the fires of ignorance and hatred. Later Kai just happens to show up at Ally's newly fortified house. Sensing that she's very uneasy he does his best to augment the woman's sense of unease even more.

Kai shared a moment of kindness with Ally as she was attacked by protesters outside her restaurant, stating how he took care of her as promised. Subsequently, Kai recruited both Meadow and Harrison Wilton, performing the pinky ritual with each of them individually. The young man spurred the couple to reveal their deepest fears and desires, but not before unleashing his own anger on Meadow, accusing the woman of wasting his time. Kai Anderson is sent to jail as Ally submitted him to the SWAT team. Kai recruited a fellow inmate and used him to simulate himself and escape prison. Kai then visits Ally Mayfair-Richards at her senate campaign, only to be shot by Beverly.

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Clear The Area - Chapter Two

Previous chapter HERE

Warning: Not explicit (yet); some mild language.

Summary: 29-year-old nurse Sarah Bernette has worked hard to get where she is. Moving to Boston from a nowhere dump of a town, she’s studied hard and is grateful her stress is finally paying off. Despite being fostered repeatedly throughout her childhood, she’s since found some comfort in the form of her adopted parents, Jocelyn and Noah, and a pseudo-adoptive family of sorts in form of the Evans clan who have treated her as one of her own ever since she moved in with best friend, Shanna. Valuing them above all else, she appreciates their support even more when her long lost birth mother decides to reappear in her life after so many years, and is surprised to find out just how supportive Chris is in particular. As she struggles to maintain a firm grip on both her professional and private lives, she finds an ill-advised solace in her growing mutual attraction with him but how long before everything unravels and threatens to pull the rug out from underneath her?

Note: I apologise for my spelling/grammar errors.

CHAPTER TWO

Sarah made very little effort to more that day. On occasion, and as often as she could, she preferred the relative safety of a self-made cocoon, with the excessive amount of pillows and duvet lying across her as she lounged on her bed, her wavy brunette locks in a messy bun. The alternative was a run followed by trash television (also one of her favourite guilty pleasures on a day like today) but both of those would have required her to get up and she didn’t feel like that just now. Even her phone telling her it was after one o’clock in the afternoon was enough to shame her into moving. The bedroom windows were as wide open as possible as was necessary for this time of year, and she slipped both feet out from under the covers to let the warm breeze caress her skin and envelope her space, calming her completely.

She must have fallen asleep quite early last night. Shan and Chris had left around 7p to head to their mom’s house, leaving Sarah to indulge in a much-needed shower before making her world-famous grilled cheese with as much as she could physically pack under the grill. She fell into a carb-induced come soon after.

When she woke, Shan had been making various noises around the flat, slamming a couple of drawers here and there before retiring to sleep. Sarah was too tired to check in on her to make sure everything was OK. Shan would no doubt fill her in when she saw her the next morning and they would inevitably catch up on each other’s gossip for the first time that week. Sarah had been working longer hours lately but as always, the first 20 minutes of the every morning was reserved for “Shan Time”; just listening to her vent for a little while. She never minded so much. It meant she didn’t have to pay attention to her own thoughts.

Today, though, she had a full 24 hours of freedom and was intending to make no effort whatsoever to move from her self-imposed exile. She had no plans; a rare treat for herself to do absolutely nothing.

Her laptop was open with numerous tabs keeping her entertained. She checked Facebook, spent 15 minutes on a Buzzfeed article about puppies, then read CNN. Always in that order on a day off. At some point, she’d stumbled upon a gossip article about Chris and Jenny and, against her better judgement, scanned the details. According to a “source”, it was lust at first sight. The pair of them hung out a lot at his apartment where he would hold his famous game nights - that detail she could 100% believe - and soon after she stopped her husband’s weekly visits to set. Her husband seemed quite nice actually, very non-threatening in his appearance, almost dorky, the complete opposite of Chris she realised which seemed a bit dubious. Indeed, Jenny herself appeared to be the complete opposite of who Chris usually pursued. She seemed nice enough, though, and an up-and-coming name in the comedy world. He mentioned her once or twice on the random weekends he would fly back to Boston for some down time during production. She was funny and outspoken. She was quirky too, both physically and intellectually. Sarah thought they might get along if they were to ever have the chance to meet in person. Nevertheless, she had picked up on a lot of insider knowledge thanks to knowing Chris over the years and could spot clickbait a mile away.

“I’m not so sure, y’know,” Sarah jumped as Shan climbed onto her bed behind her with a plate of toast and a fresh coffee in hand. She felt embarrassed to have been caught reading gossip about her brother but Shan seemed nonplussed. “About her. I reckon something happened and he’s burying his head in the sand about it.”

“Did he talk about her last night?”

“No, not really. Mom pushed it a few times and he got annoyed and left. Scott went after him, I think.” Shan seemed relatively blase about the whole thing as she sat cross-legged, munching on her toast. Sarah stole a mouthful of her coffee and closed the laptop, flinching at how sweet she liked it. “This is exactly what he does. He messes around and then doesn’t stick around long enough to deal with the consequences. He’s probably fucked up her relationship for good.”

“You don’t know that for sure.”

“Oh, believe me. It’s textbook for him. He just does whatever he wants to do.” She finished her toast and took her mug back from Sarah. “What was your letter about?”

Sarah’s attention was quickly drawn towards her dresser table and to the brown envelope she’d forgotten about, currently sitting there unopened. She couldn’t bring herself to read its contents last night with how tired she felt and she was good at ignoring things when she wanted to. It was an exceptional talent of hers.

“I haven’t looked yet.” She admitted. “I just have this...feeling nothing good’s gonna come of it.”

“Shan’s heart pinched for her friend. “Do you think it’s that lady again?”

“i don’t know. Maybe. I thought she would have given up by now but maybe she’s gone via the courts. I was reading about it online and apparently, they can request legal assistance when tracking down a child. Regardless of what the child wants. Can you believe that?”

She could. Shanna had found herself in a similar predicament some years earlier. Indeed, when they first met, their mutual experiences had been something of a conversation point and there followed many, many late nights talking until the small hours, drinking wine and putting the world to rights. It was the first time in her life Sarah had reached some sense of resolution and understanding about the whole thing.

It wasn’t common knowledge but Shan’s birth mother had contacted her a couple of years earlier via some handwritten letters and a few photographs. Turns out her parents had been childhood sweethearts who fell pregnant and ultimately decided they couldn’t raise the child together. There was also an allusion to some religious reason as well but Shan wasn’t altogether interested by that point. She recognised how unbelievably lucky she had been and didn’t want to rock the boar for something that may or may not make her life extra complicated. Sarah also sensed Lisa was struggling a bit with the contact as well although, outwardly, she was supportive of whatever decision Shanna decided to make. Chris and Scott on the other hand? Well, they were not pulling any punches. Chris in particular took the view it was some pathetic attempt to absolve themselves of guilt.

“Do you want me to open it?” Shan offered bringing Sarah back into the room. In all honesty, Shan would have done a lot more. She would have called up the Adoption Agency herself pretending to be Sarah and telling them in no uncertain terms where to stick it if she’d asked her to. It was one of Sarah’s favourite things about her; her unwavering loyalty to the people she loved the most. Act first, ask questions later. When she’d first met Carly, the oldest Evans’ child, she’d pulled her to one side and said “You’re stuck now”. She hadn’t looked back since.

Sarah pondered the letter before getting out of bed and collecting it from the table. She looked it over once more before opening the seam. It felt thicker than yesterday and there was definitely some kind of booklet enclosed. Just as she was about to pull the contents out, however, the front door slammed shut.

“Oh fuck. Sorry. I got annoyed with Chris always ringing the goddamn doorbell all the time so I just gave him the spare key, “ she remembered, quickly sliding off her bed and dashing out of the room. Sarah was going to follow her, another few minutes wasn’t going to make much difference. Then, just as she pulled the letter out a few extra centimetres, curiosity got the better of her. There, in black and white, was the name of biological mother: Charlotte.

Charlotte.

It didn’t sound like an older woman’s name to her. You know how some names have connotations of responsibility and authority and wisdom, and ‘Charlotte’ didn’t seem like one of them. It wasn’t a ‘Joanne’ or a ‘Susan’ or even a ‘Lisa’ now thought about it. Those names provoked feelings of comfort and reassurance. ‘Charlotte’ was the name of a twenty-something pretty blonde who had thousands of followers on Instagram and zero obligations. ‘Charlotte’ drove a swanky soft-top her father bought for her 21st birthday.

She was probably being petulant while staving off thoughts of Charlotte having been a teenage mother who couldn’t face the pressure of raising a child at such a young age. What if she herself had lived a troubled life and something bad had happened to her and she suddenly found herself bereft with a new born baby girl clinging to life in her arms? Or, like Shan’s mother, had some overbearing ogre of a grandmother shadowing her and telling her she would go to hell for having sex out of wedlock? Maybe she had been forced in some way to give her up outside of her control. Suddenly, Charlotte seemed like she could do with her sympathy.

Shan reappeared in Sarah’s doorway and paused before speaking noticing Sarah had the letter open in her hands. She gave her a sympathetic smile.

“Um Chris is here with some beers and stuff. I think Scott is coming over to watch a movie. I haven’t said anything about... you know...” She nodded towards the letter. Sarah smiled back at her but didn’t want to give away much more.

“Sure. I could do with a drink.”

A few hours had passed and they had been lying around the flat drinking beers and shouting at Iron Chef, Shan’s favourite lazy day programme. Scott had arrived not long after Chris but dipped in and out to have phone arguments with his boyfriend, Zach. Zach was his first boyfriend in some time that was considerably younger than him but seemed to fit in well with the family. It was perhaps fair to say that Chris was slightly less tolerant of him and possibly wary of any new figure in their lives given how much more visible he had become now that he was a living and breathing embodiment of a superhero. That said, Zach seemed nice and cute and funny, and Scott was clearly crazy about him and had been since Day One.

“Trouble in paradise.” quipped Chris as he walked into the kitchen. The front door was slightly ajar with Scott on the outside of the apartment, pacing up and down the hallway. Sarah had been washing up and wiping down the surfaces following dinner. Chris leaned back against the countertop next to her. “I don’t know why they insist on arguing so much. It’s just flogging a dead horse at this point.”

“He likes him a lot. When you like someone, you make it work not matter how hard things get.” she shoved him to move over a little so she could grab the sponge from behind where he was stood.

“No, you don’t. You ignore their calls and texts until they get the message. If not, you leave the country.” He smirked. Sarah shook her head in disbelief, chuckling, wondering if perhaps he was only half kidding.

“Do you think they’re getting anywhere?” he asked. She knew he was concerned deep down. He couldn’t help himself.

“I’m not sure to be honest. I’ve heard “you’re not listening to me” about seven times.”

Chris winced, folding his arms. They were both now staring at the front door when Scott suddenly returned. Without thinking, they tried their best to look as though they hadn’t just been eaves-dropping on his conversation. Chris reached for the spray, almost performing a full circle in panic. “So, I should just wipe this and then we’re done?”

Scott threw up his arms. “Oh pur-lease you guys. You don’t have to pretend that you couldn’t hear that. I know how loud I was talking.”

“We weren’t listening!” Chris protested, feighing astonishment.

“You’re holding cleaning products, bro. You’re normally about as useful around the house as a wooden frying pan.”

The kitchen fell quiet as soon as Scott has walked back into the living room. Sarah wished she could have snapped a picture of the stunned look on Chris’ face right at that moment as he stood holding the Jif. He turned to look at her, offended.

“I clean.” he objected.

“are you trying to convince me or yourself?” she avoided eye contact, giggling to herself. She could feel the mock annoyance radiating off him as he stood to the side of her eyeline waiting for her to move. They could be here for some time. He resorted to spraying her hair.

“Hey! That was uncalled for!”

“I’m gonna tell mom you’re bullying me again.” He put the spray down and flashed her an eyebrow raise. She didn’t know why but she felt a blush cover her skin in that moment as he whispered almost intimidatingly close to her ear, “You missed a spot by the way.”

“What?! Where?” She jumped and he laughed out loud. Realising he had been kidding, she threw him a glare and the dishcloth. “If you’re not going to help you can get out of my kitchen.”

“Oh my god that was too easy! Seriously, Sarah, lighten up. It’s only gonna get messy again in a few hours.” He playfully attempted to grab the sponge from her hand but she held it aloft to one side out of his reach. He enjoyed messing with her. It was something he did when there wasn’t a lot else going on and she recognised this, fearing this was going to be the new norm for her now he was practically living here. She’d have to put the lock back on the bathroom door for sure. “Do you think you’ll be retiring to you bachelor pad anytime soon? Some of us have to get up early in the morning.”

His face lost its boyish glee in that moment and she felt like she had kicked a puppy. He picked the dishcloth back up and proceeded to dry a few plates, placing them in a neat pile to one side. He peeked at her from the corner of his eye.

“How about I repay you with beer and household chores?”

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