#cause why not? it's not steve but chris but i want you to see this drawing cause im so proud of it

[barnescevans]

Happy birthday Chris Evans 💙

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[sukiipjs]

❧ ROAD TRIP

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↳ chris sturniolo x fem reader

↳ words - 2144

↳ summary - you and chris are best friends. you, him and all your other friends go on a road trip but then there’s not enough seats, then only one bed, and well eventually feelings start to come out.

↳ contains - swearing, kissing, use of y/n, idk fluff

↳ song - infrunami by steve lacy

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me, chris, matt, nick, nate, and madi are all going on a road trip for the summer, cause why not. we’re currently packing our bags into the trunk of the car, trying to fit everything, “shit i can’t fit mine,” chris keeps trying to shove his bag in the corner, “then put it up front, there’s room,” nick scoff and pulls chris’ bag from him, opening the passenger seat and throwing it in front of the seat.

“we got everything?” i ask as i try to make sure i’m not forgetting anything, “yeah we’re good, let’s get in” matt says as he gets in the drivers seat. chris closes the trunk then everyone else gets in the car. nate in the passengers seat, nick on the left, madi in the middle then chris on the right, just as i’m about to get in i pause, “where the fuck am i supposed to sit?”

“what do you mean?” matt turns his head to the back of the car, seeing all the seats full, “guess you’ll go in the truck,” chris snickers as i roll my eyes, “yeah i think that’s full,” i say full of sarcasm.

“just sit on chris’ lap or something,” nate says, trying to hide his smirk. for a moment me and chris try to find out something else until nick interrupts us, “shut up you love birds and just sit down,” both of our faces burst with red, “shut up nick,” chris spits back as i start to climb in the car, setting myself on chris’ lap as i mumble under my breath.

“finally, let’s goooo” nate laughs as i eye madi, i always tell her about me and chris, i mean it’s not like i like chris, we’re best friends, sure he’s hot and maybe i’ve thought about it before but no. she thinks that we should just suck it up and make out, she’s definitely enjoying seeing the embarrassment between us while me on his lap.

an hour and a half into driving, two and a half hours left, we stop at a gas station and all get out, “god finally,” chris stretches out as we all stand outside, matt filling up the car. “y/n/n wanna go get snacks?” madi asks as i follow her inside the gas station store, we go down to the drinks at the end of the store, “sooo…” i roll my eyes knowing exactly what she’s going to say, “so what?”

she laughs a little, “the tension, i mean it’s unbearable,” i grab a dr pepper from one of the fridges, “noooo, we’re best friends there’s nothing there okay?” she laughs again, her grabbing a pepsi, “i’m tired of those excuses, you and him would be so cute honestly, and there have been.. times,”

by ‘times’ she just means the awkward moments of when me and chris end up in a weird situation, him having to pretend to be my boyfriend for my family, when he accidentally kissed me, or when he picked me up from a bar when i was super fucking drunk (i thought he was my boyfriend too, i don’t even have a boyfriend??), but we don’t talk about those times.

my phone buzzes and i look at the screen, “chris wants us to get him a pepsi,” i laugh a little as i grab a pepsi from the fridge, me and madi finish up our conversation about chris, not like thats important. we then grab a few bags of chips and pay. we walk back out of the store and go back by the car, talking with everyone until we get back in the car and drive off once again.

i’m on my phone, still on chris’ lap as i text with madi, my headphones in as other people listen to their music and talk. i start to notice something hard under me, that’s not his leg, i look over to chris and see him staring at my legs, even biting his lip a little. he then catches me looking at his staring and turns his head away immediately, his face bright red.

madi 🫶🫶

| holy shit did you see that?

| his staring? yes 💀

| i told you, the tension is UNBELIEVABLE

| i think he’s hard too…

| WHAT?

| i need this ride to be over.

and eventually it is, after those two and a half hours. we get to the hotel, parking the car and getting out, chris adjusting his pants as me and madi look over at each other, her trying not to burst out laughing.

we get out all our bags as nick checks in at the hotel getting our keys, three rooms with two beds each. we get the the hallways of where the rooms are, “who’s with who?” matt asks. some people start talking about who they want until it just gets to arguing, “okay okay, everyone shut up.” nick stops them as he thinks of something and takes out his phone.

“here’s a random number generator, one to three. whoever gets the same number goes with each other, if you get the same number then do it again, yeah?” we all agree on it and nick goes first, he gets one. then nate, he gets three. then madi, she gets one. then me, i got two. then chris, he gets one, he goes again and gets two. FUCK. “okay so matt you with nate then,” i eye at madi again before nick hands us our keys and we all go into our rooms, me with chris…

“the fuck?” chris scoffs as we walk into our room, “what?” he nods his head to the ‘beds’ theres only one bed. “oh,” me and chris drop our bags in the room and go back to nick, “i thought you got three rooms, two beds each?”

“i did?” nick turns around to see chris and me, “well come look at ours cause it definitely doesn’t have two beds.” nick walks with me and chris to our room and he sees the one bed. “uhh, my bad.”

“my bad?” chris mocks as him and nick argue for a little until i interrupt them, “guys stop, i’ll just sleep on the floor, chris gets the bed,” i roll my eyes. chris sighs, “fine with me,” nick walks back to his room.

madi 🫶🫶

| there’s a pool, let’s go

| i’ll meet you there

i walk into the bathroom of the room, changing into my swimsuit then going back out and putting my other clothes by my bag, “where are you going?” i laugh a little, “there’s a pool, me and madi are going,” chris lays on the bed, on his phone as he talks, “you’re welcome to come,” i smile as i walk out of the room.

when i get to the pool room i see madi there, we both get in the pool, “there’s only one bed in our room,” i say as i bury my face in my hands, “i’m on the floor though,” she laughs, “you shouldn’t be, you guys need to suck it up and get rid of that tension, fuck it off you know?” i roll my eyes, “how about fuck that idea?”

as me and madi hang out and swim the door to the pool room opens and here comes everyone else, “the funs finally here!” nate shouts as he walk in and jumps into the pool, “more like the funs leaving,” madi laughs as matt and nick walk over to sit on the edge of the pool then chris jumping in.

“chris!” i shake my head a little, getting some water off my face that got in my eyes. “oh i’m soooo sorry your majesty,” he snickers as he starts to swim around, madi looking at me in a ‘you two kill me’ way and i mouth at her to shut up as i go back to swimming.

we all hang out for a while until it gets later and we go back to our rooms, cleaning up so we can all go to dinner soon. i take a shower as chris lays on the bed, on his phone once again. i get out and dry off mostly then i realize i forgot to bring my clothes in the bathroom, “chris!! can you get my black dress from my bag?” he yells back then grabs it, coming up to the bathroom door, “can i come in?” he asks as i finish wrapping my towel around myself, hiding my body then opening the door. chris hides his eyes with his hand and the other holds out the dress, “thanks,” i laugh as i take the dress, closing the door then changing into it.

when i’m done in the bathroom i get out, going to my bag trying to find my jewlery, when i find it i lean my phone against some cabinet so i can see myself in the camera as i put on my jewlery, “you look good,” i laugh a little, turning to him as i put in my other earring, “not too bad yourself,”

“you almost ready to go? we’re just meeting everybody else there,” i nod as i grab my phone, closing it and putting it in my bag as chris gets up and leads us to the door.

we make our way to the restaurant where we meet everyone else. we talk, eat, and laugh for a good few hours, around 7pm when we all walk back to the hotel, madi and nick then going into their room, matt and nate in theirs and me and chris in our room.

chris gets out of his clothes and puts on sweatpants, no shirt. he starts to get in his bed and go on his phone as i start to grab a blanket i packed and lay it down on the floor, then grabbing my pillow and setting it down then i start to lay down.

“what are you doing?” chris looks over his phone, seeing me laying on the floor, “what do you mean? sleeping?” he laughs some as he sits up on the bed a little, “do you really think i’m making you sleep on the floor? come here,” he nods his head toward the bed, “really?”

“of course, y/n. you’re not sleeping on the floor.” he pulls the blanket of the bed up a little, and making room for me. i get up and slip into the bed and cover the blanket over me, “thanks chris” he smiles then turns on his side to check his phone before turning back, “wanna watch a movie or something? i’m not honestly not even that tired,”

i grab my laptop from my bag and we decide on a movie. while watching it i feel his leg kick me under the blankets, i kick his back a little then lay my leg on top of his as we both focus on the movie. i then feel a hand go to my thigh as we lay our legs on top of each others. i try to look over at chris not turning my head and i see him staring at the blankets that cover our body’s. i turn my head to him as i feel his thumb gently rub at my thigh, his head turns to me as well and as soon as i know it hes kissing me. HES KISSING ME.

he then quickly pulls away, “i’m sorry. oh god. i’m sorry..” he moves away his hand and leg from me as tumbles off the bed, he walks to the bathroom and shuts the door trying to get away from me. for a moment i stay frozen in shock but then i get off the bed, closing my laptop and putting it away as i walk over to the bathroom, knocking on the door, “chris. can i come in?” for a little he doesn’t say anything but then he slowly opens up the door, i see him standing in front of it, his face bright red as i grab his face, pulling him in for another kiss. he kisses me back deeply as i hold his face in my hands, his hands moving to my waist.

i pull away and look up at him, smiling, “come back to the bed,” we both walk over to the bed, getting in once again as chris’ head turns to me, “y/n.. i really like you,” i smile as i lift the blanket over us again, “i really like you too chris,”

we both get comfortable again as we lay on our sides, facing each other, “goodnight,” chris smiles as he kisses my forehead, “goodnight,” i turn to my other side and i get ready to sleep as i feel chris’ arms around me, holding me tight as we both drift off to sleep.

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[55sturn]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ I WAS BLIND TO SEE

↳ masterlist!

↳ summary: in which y/n spent years begging chris to let her into his heart, but he was unrelenting, so eventually she gave up. but after years of her pining helplessly, chris realizes that he grew to love her back and races against the clock to get her back.

↳ pairings: chris sturniolo × female!reader

↳ warning: swearing, lowkey toxic!chris, angst for like majority of the fic, oblivious!reader, oblivious!chris, mentions of alcohol, justin’s lowkey a dick, chris is a literal fucking dumbass, i love the whole “idiots in love” trope.

↳ important things to note: this is based off of infrunami by steve lacy. also not proofread at all. oops.

THIRD PERSON POV

it was no shocker to find out how deep y/n's love for chris ran, after all she had been in love with him since they were sophmores in high school. she loved every single thing there was to love about him, and the less lovable things, she understood where they stemmed from.

she had a very deep connection with him, they had been the closet out of him, his brothers, and her. he could turn to her for anything, and vice versa. however, there was one issue.

chris didn't reciprocate the love she felt. he expressed numerous times to anyone who asked, that she was his best friend, nothing more. he saw her as the female extension of him and his brothers.

the only person he couldn't tell that to though, was her. so instead of letting her down easy, he ignored it. and that caused more problems than he saw coming. because of his naturally flirty nature, it filled the girl with false hope, it led her to believe that maybe her feelings were returned.

no one was able prepare for the inevitable fallout that occurred when chris' feelings, or lack thereof, came to light.

FLASHBACK

chris was sitting at his desk when nick knocked on his door, he welcomed him into his room with a barely discernible "come in."

"chris we gotta talk." nick muttered, standing in the doorway with his arms folded and a frustrated look on his face.

"what's up?" chris sighed, rolling his eyes as he turned in his gaming chair to face the older triplet.

"you need to tell y/n about the way you feel, well the way you don't feel."

"why? it's not like i'm hurting her." chris scoffed, not really wanting to break his best friend's heart.

"chris, she literally just spent an hour talking to me on facetime about how she wants to confess her feelings to you directly because instead of being honest, you're playing into her feelings! i can't keep giving her advice and getting her hopes up knowing that you are just going to crush her."

"whatever nick, i'll talk to her later."

and so, when y/n came by later that day, she gathered the nerve to tell chris with a shaky breath and unsteady hands.

"chris can we talk?"

"yeah what's up?" chris hummed, knowing very well where this was going, and despite the fact that he was just about to break her heart, he felt some sort of twisted pride stir in his chest. he liked knowing that someone so close to him was pining for him, it made him feel powerful, and he hated that it made him feel that way. it truly disgusted him.

"i know this probably isn't a secret by any means but i've got feelings for you. like 'i'm in love with you' feelings and i don't know if i've been reading into things too much or if i've read into them correctly but it seems like you return them, or at least act like you do and if that's the case, i'm glad i told you. and if i've read them completely wrong, i'm about to feel like the biggest fool possible." y/n rambled, breathing out a nervous laugh as chris' eyes bore into hers.

"listen y/n, you're a great girl. any guy would be lucky to be loved by you the way you love me but i'm sorry, i don't see you that way. i know i've fed into your feelings and your flirting, and it makes me feel like such a jackass but i didn't know how to tell you and i really didn't want to break your heart. you're my best friend and i would give anything to return your feelings but i don't and it wouldn't be fair for me to pretend i do." chris whispered, his heart tearing in two as he watched the hurt and horror flash in her eyes as she realized that she had read everything wrong. his arms slowly slid around her shoulders, pulling in her into him, or at least in attempt to.

"no. you don't get to hug me after you just admitted that you played with my feelings. you literally just contradicted yourself, the fuck do you mean 'it wouldn't be fair to pretend to return your feelings." that's exactly what you did! god this was a mistake." she spat, turning on her heels and making her way up the stairs leading from chris' room. she grabbed her jacket off the back of one of the dining room chairs and left without so much as a word.

and that was the last that chris had heard from her until they ended up back in boston at the same time.

FLASHBACK OVER

y/n sighed as she made her up the sturniolos' driveway. her family had agreed to a huge family dinner with the triplets' family and she was dreading having to see chris. she was on perfectly fine terms with nick and matt, they had actually grown closer. y/n just refused to be an active presence and figure in chris' life. whenever she wanted to hang out, it’d be away from their house. away from chris.

knocking on the door, a small smile pulled at her lips. she missed mary-lou and jimmy, she hadn't had much time to see them since going back home, she had just been busy with other things, and the fact that she was slightly avoiding them because she had a feeling chris or one of his brothers told them about what had happened.

"y/n! my sweet girl i've missed you." mary-lou cooed as she opened the door, pulling her into a tight embrace.

"i've missed you too, i'm sorry i haven't come by yet, i've been busy." the girl pouted slightly, feelings guilty for staying away for as long as she had.

"busy ignoring a certain boy of mine?" the older woman teased gently, being fully aware of what had gone down and her heart hurt for the young girl. she knew what chris felt, she could see in his eyes when he spoke about his former best friend, a mother always knows. she also knows that chris just hasn't been made aware of the fact that he feels the same as y/n once did.

as mary-lou led y/n up the stairs and into the dining room where the sturniolos' and y/n's parents sat, y/n felt her chest grow tight as all eyes, including chris' fell on her.

"hey everyone, sorry i'm late." she laughed, returning the hug that jimmy pulled her into as he stood up.

"don't worry about it, we're just glad you showed up." jim smiled down at her as she took her place between justin and her mother, unfortunately across from chris.

chris' forced his gaze to his lap as he fiddled with his fingers, ever since the night he turned her down, a strange feeling had been stirring and beating relentlessly in the pit of his stomach, he almost felt like he had made a mistake rejecting her.

as the dinner went on, chris was determined to meet her gaze but she was just as determined to not look at him, in fear that she would crumple into a sobbing wreck. she tried to move on but it was hard when he had already held her heart for so long. she feared that she would never love someone the way she loved and still deep down, loves him.

after the dinner had finished, the adults gathered in the living room, talking about shit their kids didn't care about or had heard a million times already, so the rest of them moved to the deck, all claiming a chair as their own while justin grabbed a beer for all of them.

"so mousey, whatcha been up to, like really? seeing anybody?" justin hums, watching the twenty year old girl that he considered his baby sister shift awkwardly in her chair.

"quit calling me that." y/n groans, rolling her eyes at the nickname that justin had given her back when she was in elementary school, she was so quiet compared to his brothers that he referred to her as a mouse which led to him branding her "mousey."

"and before you ask again, i've seen a couple guys here and there but nothing really stuck.” she sighs, taking a sip of her beer as justin lods, kissing his teeth with a teasing smirk on his face.

“what about you chris?”

“justin don’t.” chris warns, glaring at his older brother as he sees through justin’s plan. justin is fully convinced that chris is in love with y/n, someone just has to spell it out for him. matt and nick both look at each other with wide eyes as they clue into what justin is trying to do.

y/n scoffs, sliding her beer across the table with a roll of her eyes before she stands up,

“you’re a dick.”

“y/n wait.” chris calls out, jogging after as she makes her away around the house to her car, shaking her head as she walks away.

“what do you want chris?” she sighs, turning to face him and look at him, really look at him for the first time that night.

“i’m sorry about justin, he’s convinced that i’m running from my feelings or some shit and he’s trying to make me see that.”

“that’s nice chris. you know, i came here tonight thinking that it’’d be easy to see you after how many months but no, it’s been just as hard as the night you broke my heart. it’s hard because i miss you, so fucking much but i can’t get over you. and i can’t get over you hurting me, whether you meant to or not.”

“i miss you too, y/n. come back please.” chris whispers, a glimmer of hope in his eyes as he stares at the girl he called his best friend.

“no. i don’t think you do. you miss the me that would follow you around like a lost puppy and feed your ego with all the attention i gave you. you miss the love i gave you because you didn’t have to search anywhere else for it. i was some sort of fall back for you. and if i stuck around after you broke my heart to hear you say that you loved me, knowing it wasn’t the same way that i love you, it would’ve killed me chris.”

“i’m sorry, i really am. i just miss my best friend.”

“i stopped being your best friend long before i confessed my feelings to you.” she whispers, the raw emotion she felt as she recounted how things changed evident in her voice, lea chris confused by what she meant.

“what?”

“you stopped seeing me as your best friend quite a while ago. you started seeing me as this your could always count on to boost your ego, to fill your head with this idea that you were a god, that you were the center of my universe. you stopped treating me like your best friend and started treating me like i was a fucking groupie, chris. you stopped remembering important things i told you about myself, you got me a copy of a book that i couldn’t stand, that you knew i couldn’t stand because when i first told you about, you laughed at how insane i sounded. and you said it was for my birthday, but my birthday was three weeks before that. you started only paying attention to things i said that made you feel good, and i thought that if i’d dismiss it and pretend that it wasn’t happening, that it’d go away. i figured you were just sorting out your feelings. but no, you were playing me.”

“that’s not tr-“

“yes it is. i excused it by convincing myself you were busy. that you were stressed. but in reality, you stopped giving a fuck about me and only gave a fuck about the attention i paid you, and now that it’s gone, you feel lost and helpless. so no, you don’t miss me.” she replies, her voice slowly becoming void of all emotion, as if she had accepted what had happened and moved to face her car, before turning back to him.

“for what it’s worth, i miss my best friend too, but when i look at you now, i don’t see him. i see a person who looks like him, but is completely different. and justin is right, you’re running from your feelings but i don’t think they’re feelings for me. i love you, always have, always will. i wish i could say that you love me too, but i don’t think you do.”

chris watches her car back out of the driveway and speed down the street with his heart in his hands, forced to grapple with just how badly he hurt her.

months had passed and chris was still completely shut out of y/n’s life, and it left a bitter and extremely hard pill for chris to swallow. he knew he fucked up and he knew asking her for forgiveness was an insane ask but he missed her.

and not the attention she gave him. he missed her. her warmth, the fuzzy feeling in his chest that she gave him when he’d crack a joke and look around to see if she found it funny. he missed the way he could non-verbally communicate with her the way he can with his brothers. all he’d have to do is send her a look and she’d know what he was thinking. he missed her hugs and the way she could comfort him in a split second. he missed the person that knew him better than he knew himself, and he missed the girl that he knew better than anyone.

everyone around chris knew what was happening, they saw it in the way he’d sulk whenever nick mentioned some guy she was trying to date. or the way his eyes would soften at the mention of her and matt hanging out before his face would fall when matt says they’re going out to some random place to hang out. in the way chris’ eyes would brighten when he saw something that reminded him of her or her favourite movie showed up on the netflix previews.

everyone around chris knew that he wasn’t just homesick for his favourite person, he was lovesick too. they could see the gears turning in his head and heart, that he was slowly starting to openly show his love for her, the same love she felt for him. chris was guarded and haunted by girls that have hurt him, they knew he closed off his heart to anything but familial and platonic love, so when genuine, deep romantic feelings started blooming in his chest like the flowers in spring, he didn’t know what they were. he always thought it was platonic love for his best friend, but everyone could see it was more.

everyone but chris. until the day he saw his feelings for what they really were.

FLASHBACK

chris walked upstairs, halting halfway up to text his friend back as he half listened to nick and matt’s shared conversation, not really care until he hears a sentence that left a sour taste in his mouth.

“y/n wants to ask brendon to be her boyfriend. she thinks it could go well.”

“is she over chris?”

“not really but she wants to try and move on.”

chris rolled his eyes and stomped up the rest of the stairs, not understanding why there was such an angry feeling building in his chest like a fire rapidly consuming everything in its wake.

throughout the day, chris let his anger consume his every action, his every response, every single reaction he has to anything. it was pissing his brothers off because they had no clue why he was angry. until nick pieced it together.

“you heard our conversation about y/n didn’t you? that’s when you started acting a like a dick to everyone and everything.”

“whatever nick it doesn’t matter.”

“you’re fucking jealous, aren’t you?”

“who gives a fuck if i am?”

“why are you jealous if you don’t see her that way?” nick pressed, a smug grin on his face as he pushed the youngest triplet, itching to get the long awaited confession out of chris.

“i’m not jealous.”

“right because if you were, that would mean you actually feel the same way y/n does. which would also mean that literally everyone else in the world was right about you from the fucking get-go.” matt snickered, finding joy in teasing chris for being a complete and utter dumbass for so long.

“oh my god, you’re right. is that what you wanna hear? that i’ve been a complete jackass to her for no reason? that i do feel the same and that everyone is right? that i have no reason to feel the way i do at the thought of her being with another guy? cause if so, there you fucking go.” chris snapped, yelling and cursing out his brothers with misplaced anger.

matt just laughed as he quickly merged into the turning lane, taking chris to y/n’s apartment.

“you know what you need to do.”

FLASHBACK OVER

chris sighs as he raises his fist to the door, his entire body vibrating. his nerves were on fire, he had absolutely no clue how to go about what he was about to do. he didn’t even know if it was a good idea.

as he drops his fist back to his side, the door opens, travelling y/n standing on the other side, her hair tucked beneath her hoodie, the one that chris had gotten her gotten the prior year for christmas because the colour looked pretty on her. chris felt his breath get stuck in his throat and his heart rate quicken as he met her eyes.

“chris what the fuck are you doing here?”

“i know you think i don’t love you.” chris starts, pushing his way into her apartment as she watches him, confused etched along her features as her brows knit together.

“okay, and?”

“and i know you think i stopped paying attention to you. but you’re wrong. you are all i think about, every second of every fucking day, you are running through my mind on a loop. i only ever think about the way you love cheesy chick flicks but will never say it out loud because you don’t want to be made fun of or the way you hate when people dog-ear the pages in their books because it ruins the quality. i only ever think about how much you miss boston in the summer because it’s the perfect temperature, but you hate it in the winter because you hate snow. or how you stop to pet every animal you see just so they know what it’s like to feel a loving touch. or how you refuse to wear anything in your favourite colour because you’re scared of attaching bad memories to it and hating the colour because it’s been your favourite since you were seven. or how feel bad when you don’t give the squishmallows on your bed equal attention because you believe they can feel things. or the fact that your favourite movie is coraline because you relate her deeply but will never your mom that in fear of breaking her heart. or the fact you never once deserved to be treated the way you were by me because i couldn’t see my feelings for what they were.” chris rambles, taking a deep breath as he looks at her, her mouth open as she prepares to speak but chris cuts her off,

“i know that you won’t be able to believe me right away, but i want to prove to you that i love you. it took me a long time to realize it because i’m a fucking idiot. i always have been but this love has been here since the moment i met you, i just confused it for something platonic when it was and is so much more than that. so please hear me out and don’t ask that guy to be your boyfriend, ask me. i want to be the one to love you for the rest of your life. i know i’ve fucked up, i will spend forever and a day trying to make up for it. i know i’m late but please, just give me one more chance.”

“okay.” she whispers, her eyes watering as she finally gets to hear everything she’s ever wanted chris to say. chris smiles, looping his fingers in the edges of hoodie pocket as he tugs her forward, pressing his lips to her so feverishly that he’s sure his lips will bruise but he’s scared to waste another moment, that when he opens his eyes this will all just be some sick and twisted dream. but when he pulls away and opens his eyes, he’s met with the reality that she’s there, her hands cradling his face as she wipes away the tears he didn’t even know existed before pressing another kiss to his lips.

“i’ve always been right in front of you chris, i’m just glad you finally opened your eyes.”

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[steventhusiast]

STWG daily prompt 3/10/23

prompt: rehab

pairing/character(s): steddie

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Steve walks toward his two o'clock appointment with a slightly curious expression on his face. It's a new patient, which already usually has him quite curious and slightly nervous, but this particular new patient is one who could afford to pay the clinic to keep the physical therapy room empty for his session.

And Steve had been required to sign an NDA before being allowed to pick up the patient. Which had honestly offended him. The NDA just went over not telling the press any details about his client, which, hello? HIPAA? But he's also confused about why his patient would need him to sign an NDA like this. The name Eddie Munson doesn't ring any bells for him.

So, yes. He's very curious.

Before opening the door, he puts the effort into making his expression friendlier and more open, and straightens his back before pushing the door open. There, sat on one of the cushioned benches, is a very attractive man. One that he still doesn't recognise? Even though he must be famous? Or something?

He's got long, wavy hair, with a fringe hanging down in his face a bit- just enough to slightly cover his grumpy eyes and add to his generally unhappy expression. The t-shirt he's wearing looks artfully ripped to reveal tattoos underneath across his ribcage and stomach, and it contrasts the grey sweatpants he's wearing. Steve remembers that a knee injury is why Eddie's here in the first place, and figures that's what's causing the slightly odd outfit. He spies a pair of crutches leaning against the bench Eddie's sat on, and then his eyes trail over a little further to see a woman stood beside them.

Her expression is a lot more serious than Eddie's, and she's wearing an outfit that can only be described as business casual. Her blonde hair is up in a perfect ponytail, and once Steve's closed the door behind him she gives him a pinched smile. When Steve expects Eddie to introduce himself, the woman speaks instead.

"Hi there, you must be Steve. I'm Chrissy, Eddie's manager. He did not want to come today, so I'm just here to make sure he's behaving."

Steve raises an eyebrow at her words, and her speech seems to finally prompt Eddie to stop glaring daggers into the floor and look up at his new physical therapist.

But when Eddie's eyes snap up to Steve's, the glare leaves them immediately as his eyes widen a little. Steve's very confused by that, even more so when the wide eyed look transforms into a pout.

"Hi Eddie, I'm Steve." He greets with a lopsided smile, hoping that would make Eddie drop whatever his face is doing right now. But instead Eddie literally lets out a huff and his pout intensifies.

"Dammit. Why do you have to be hot? Chrissy dragged me to this stupid rehab centre and I don't want to be here because I'm supposed to be on tour, so I was supposed to be broody and moody all session to defy Chris's demands. But here you are. Real prince charming with a nice smile and hot voice to match." Eddie complains, and Steve opens and closes his mouth a few times at that.

Eventually, he takes a deep breath and tilts his head, eyes slightly squinted.

"I'm.. Sorry? About that?" He tries, and Eddie laughs a little.

"Can I get a different therapist for this? Preferably an uglier one?" Eddie tries, and that actually shocks a laugh out of Steve as Chrissy (somewhat violently) shoves his shoulder and hisses out his name.

"Unfortunately you're stuck with me. And I can't date patients." Steve says bluntly, and Eddie's pout is back.

"But," He starts, and quirks a smile at how Eddie's back straightens at his words, "You're very pretty. So how about you actually try at what I have planned for you, and when you're done with the outpatient programme, I can take you out for dinner?"

Chrissy sighs next to Eddie at the words (looking quite done with the entire situation and the fact that she has to be there), but Eddie's eyes have glazed over into something determined, and he nods once.

"Eight weeks is a long time, but you're like Adonis level hot. That works for me. Show me what you got, Stevie."

Steve finds himself quite excited to find more out about Eddie. The next eight weeks will fly by, and hopefully after that... They can see how it goes.

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[theresattrpgforthat]

hello! i was wondering if theres any ttrpgs set in/inspired by Terry Pratchett's Discworld? thanks :)

THEME: Discworld

I love the Discworld books and I'm very glad you asked this question. I have three resources for you!

A One In A Million Chance At Adventure, by Jocher Symbolic Systems.

This is a game where you play the roles of, often unwilling, sometimes zealous, pawns in the cosmic octarine coloured narrative. Your character is not necessarily a "hero" per se, instead one could possibly see it as being important to the story. Characters like yourself do have a knack for not dying as often as a common mortal (or undead if that has been your unfortune).

With this follows that you'll naturally have a higher chance of actually, possibly, doing some heroic deeds, just by sheer mathematical logic. Unless, of course, you are the type of adventurer who'd prefer a cup of hot tea and soft slippers and a reliable day job.

That does severely reduce the odds of let's say beheading a mythical beast of ill repute or befriending the immodest wood nymphs of Howondaland*.

*if your day job happens to be for example a tax collector this is not true, this and similar careers have shown to increase the risk of leaving the disc rather early.  ** only rumoured, no one who has gone looking for them has ever returned.

This is a free, fan-made d10-based game written in the style of Terry Pratchett’s Discworld novels, footnotes and all. The characters you build are expected to be flawed in some way - they have vices that can cause problems for them and plenty of skills (or spells) to help them get out of trouble.

A One in A Million Chance At Adventure has plenty of supplements to support the game, including an introductory adventure: The Murder of Dominick Kolchak, and a character supplement: The A-M Professions Character Build Guides.

Discworld Roleplaying Game, by Steve Jackson Games.

There's a lot of unusual stuff on the Disc, but don't worry about getting lost – game author Phil Masters has crafted a roadmap to Pratchett-inspired storytelling.

Visit settings like the most dubious city in the multiverse, Ankh-Morpork. Intervene in the cultural interactions of trolls and dwarves (but watch out for flying axes). Campaign for goblin rights. Flee from an angry Swamp Dragon (two feet of mindless fury and high-explosive digestion). Even find out why the second-greatest lover on the Disc needs a stepladder.

And remember, the world is round. And also flat.

This is the official roleplaying game published by Steve Jackson Games, the creators of Munchkin and GURPS - which means that this game also uses the GURPS system. Characters are pretty in-depth and require some time to put together - and that means the the core rulebook is a pretty hefty read. If you like big games with heavy modularity and a lot to chew on, maybe this game is for you!

If you want to try the game out and need a little help, there’s a GURPS Character sheet app available to help you put characters together, and Chris Normand is an avid enthusiast with many videos providing advice on how to get a grip on the system.

The Kleptomancer’s Crypt, by Max Kāmmerer.

The Kleptomancer’s Crypt is an adventure for Troika!, but is easily adapted to other systems. It mostly consists of tables to help you generate a variable adventure. Improvisation and interpretation by the GM required. 

A client hired you to break into the Kleptomancer’s Crypt and so you did. Now you need to get out of the place. The Kleptomancer is a government official tasked with redistributing the wealth by stealing from the rich and keeping what they stole for themselves. Okay, that last part isn’t in the official job description. The Crypt is filled with all kinds of strange things and rooms and people, really. You might for example encounter pipe smoking sloths, boardgame playing plants, ever expanding spheres or the Kleptomancer’s apprentice. The place is dangerous, so you prepared by cutting a deal with death, preventing you from dying while you are in the Crypt.

To be clear, this is not a full game. It is simply an adventure for one.

The eclectic tone of Troika fits Discworld so well that I’m not at all surprised that there is an adventure made for it. If you have experience with Troika, or even with other OSR games, you might want to check this one out.

#tabletop games #indie ttrpgs #dnd #asks #game recommendations #discworld #gnu terry pratchett

[dramatic-crying]

in awe of you // chris pontius x reader

^^ he is such a cutie pie :')

summary: you have a moment with Chris on the set of Wildboyz

warnings: none, just a LOT of fluff!

word count: ~600

please enjoy!

As an assistant videographer for Wildboyz, your job takes you to incredible places. From Argentina and Australia to South Africa and New Zealand, it's safe to say you never had much time to relax. However, no matter how easy it was to be homesick, it was comforting to have your friends with you the entire time. Especially Chris, but you didn't know why. Despite being so close to everyone on set, your relationship with him felt different. Of course, you'd never verbalize this.

For this particular episode of the show, the whole cast is in Brazil on their way to perform their next stunt, which just so happened to be holding a big-ass tarantula. Despite tensions being high because of the impending, probably very dangerous, stunt about to be performed by the boys, Chris was in relatively high spirits. You witness the brunette boy bounding over to you with a grin on his face stretching ear to ear. "Hey, Y/N! Are you gonna be in the stunt today?" He asks, throwing his arm atop your shoulders.

You rolled your eyes and shoved his forehead away from you playfully, causing him to drop his arm from your shoulders. "Definitely fucking not," you respond, chuckling slightly.

Chris soon gives you puppy-dog eyes and sticks out his lip slightly, and you have to catch yourself from staring too long. "Aw, come on. It's always so much more fun when you're involved in the stunts with us," he remarks, gesturing to the set around him that you were about to start filming on.

You tilt your head to the left slightly, considering the possibility that if you give in to the stunt, you'll be holding a giant fucking tarantula. "I'm really sorry, Chris," you start, beginning to twist the rings on your fingers. "I'm just too fucking terrified of spiders to be in this one."

Not long after, Chris replaces his frown with a slight mischievous smirk. He then takes a couple steps closer to you, shortening the gap between you to a meager six inches. "Well, I can always protect you," he says, licking his lips for only a second, but you had already noticed. 

You sarcastically chuckle, responding with, "You can certainly try."

Suddenly, a hand lands on Chris's shoulder, turning him around to face a very nervous Steve-O. "Are you sure we have to do this, dude? Spiders freak me out a lot," he says.

"Well, it'll be funny," Chris says, shrugging his shoulders and giving Steve-O a giant grin.

"Asshole," Steve-O mutters, walking away. "We're starting in five, by the way!"

Chris soon turns back to you, looking you straight in the eyes without faltering. You bite the inside of your cheek slightly, feeling nervous about how intently the long-haired man is looking at you.

"Well," you start, looking up at Chris through your lashes, "Want a kiss for good luck?"

Chris's typical laid-back expression soon blossoms into a rosy blush on his cheeks, and he giggles. "Only if you want to give me one," he admits, his eyes widening as he seemed almost surprised at his response.

Without another word, you slowly reach up to wrap your arms around his neck. "Good luck," you quietly whisper in his ear, and give him a lingering kiss on his heated cheek. You pull back, releasing your arms. "Please don't die, dummy," you joke, walking towards Rick to signal you're ready to start filming.

What you don't see, however, is the flustered man behind you, bringing his calloused hand slowly up to where you pressed a kiss on his face while in complete awe of you.

#jackass x reader #chris pontius <3 #chris pontius x reader #chris x reader #jackass #pontius x reader #jackass <3

[joannaliceevans-fanficblog]

Belong With You: Part. Two

A/N: I just wanted to give a quick shout-out to everyone that enjoyed the first chapter! It really did warm my heart and put a smile on my face.

The Light the Heat: Belong With You

The night went smoothly as Chris walked around his best friend’s home. His second beer of the night, chatting with old friends and whatnot. But something was missing and that was you. Things began to turn for the worse in the last few months. He tried to fight for you but it just wasn’t enough. The last thing he heard from you was “Grow Up.”

He didn’t want you to leave, but you did along with his pride and joy, Bailey Anne. He loved her but, to tell the truth, he wasn’t the most fabulous father.

He was away for months when you were pregnant—promotions, filming in different states or countries.

And this horrible other job he needs to get done.

When Bailey was born, he only had a few months with her. He did his best, but those two months went by and he was gone.

“CHRIS!” He heard his name, distracting him from his thoughts. He turned to see Jack rushing towards him.

“Jack-“

“Tara needs you. Meet her upstairs in the guest room at the far end of the hallway,” Jack said as he pushed Chris toward the stairways. Going up the stairways, Chris could hear Tara with her voice shaking. He immediately ran to the door and burst it open.

Tara quickly turned and looked at him for a moment.

“Scott, he’s here. I’ll let you go, and I’ll call you back.” Tara said as she hung up the phone. Holding in her tears, she took a deep breath and let it out.

“Tara, what’s going on? Jack told me-“

“Chris-I-there’s been an accident.”

“WHAT do you mean? Is Scott-“

“Scott is fine-“

“Then what is it? Tell me now because I do not like where this is going.” Chris said, feeling his heart start to race.

“Chris, it’s your wife and my sister. We must get to LA tonight.” Tara said that as she walked towards the front of the door, Chris stopped her.

“We are not leaving until-. “

“Chris, your wife is in critical condition.  Bailey is fine; Scott and Steve are watching her. Now, we can’t waste any more time. She needs you and your daughter does too.” Tara said and went out the door.

**

Back at his house, Dodger kept looking at his dad while he packed some critical things like Bailey’s favorite toys that she left behind and things you might need in case.

Shanna and her husband were downstairs with Tara and his mother Lisa. He also was able to secure a last-minute private flight back to LA. As promised, Scott called every few hours to give updates. The last time Scott called, you were still in the OR, and Bailey was back at the house with Steve and his parents. Once he got everything, Chris put a leash on Dodger and headed to the front, where Tara was waiting.

“Scott called, and she’s still in the OR. That’s all that’s being said.” Tara said, leaning against the counter.

“What? What do you mean? There must be something! Do we have any idea how or what caused the crash? Bailey, where is she? Why haven’t-“

“Chris-“

He turns to his mother and frowns.

“She wouldn’t be in the hospital if I didn’t-“

“Chris, we understand. But she made that decision. You knew what pain you put her through! Do you know that she was alone!” Shanna yelled at her brother.

“Shanna-“

“No! CHRIS, YOU NEED TO HEAR THIS!  I LOVE YOU CHRIS BUT YOU HAVE PUT THE ONE PERSON THAT COULD PUT UP WITH YOUR ASS FIRST. You don’t know how many nights I’ve cried with her because she needed you! But no, it’s either you’re out, too busy, and doing your stupid PR shit. Didn’t it EVER get to you that you have responsibilities?” Shanna yelled. Chris slammed his hands onto the counter.

“Yes, I’m fully aware-“

“THEN WHY! WHY PUT HER THROUGH THAT? Just be thankful she has a family that supports her. Do you know Chris? You have changed. You’re distant and listening to what Megan says instead of your family.” Shanna threw her hands in the air and walked away.

Chris looked towards his mother, who he hoped would protect him like she has always done.

“Your sister is right; your wife has been through so much, Christopher. The pregnancy was tough on her as well. You better hope to God that everything will be okay because from the sounds of it? It doesn’t seem that way. I swear to God, Chris if ANYTHING happens to her? Then you’re going to regret this for the rest of your life. A single father to a baby girl who you barely know isn’t a fair life to either of you.” His mother shrugged and went to the living room.

Then, he turned, and Tara was in front of him.

“Chris, I do have to agree with your family. I know I’m partly to blame for all this shit happening, but you can say “no.” But, of course, you chose your career over the woman you love. I love you, Chris, I do. But this is my sister here, and you broke her heart. You will prove to me that you love her and make things right. She may not forgive you, but you need to try your damn hardest.” Tara paused for a moment.

“Come on, we need to get to the airport. We have a long flight.” Tara finished and headed to the front of the house, where Lisa and Dodger were.

**

During the flight to Los Angeles, everyone on the plane was asleep. Dodger was lying on his lap, looking at pictures and videos of his wife and daughter. That bright smile from Bailey, his baby girl, warmed his heart. In the two months he was able to spend with her, he changed his life. He could place her down on his bare chest from the moment he felt her heartbeat, soft hair, and little coos. 

Tears fell from his eyes, and he placed his phone down. Everything was falling apart: his life, poor decisions, and heart. The more he thought of you, the more his heart began to fall to pieces. He felt a hand on his shoulders, and he turned. Arms were wrapped around him, and he knew it was his mother.

“Ma-“ He barely said through his tears.

“I know, honey, I know,” Lisa told her son.

“Ma-“ Chris said before he completely broke down. 

#chris evans fanfiction #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x you #chris evans x reader #chris evans angst

[lokiandbuckysdoll]

The Dress

Requested By @sarahrogersevans “ I had a smut request with the reader being with both Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan and also fluffing too afterwards with after care 😊xx if that’s an ok one???” 

Paring: Stucky x Reader

Word Count: 1K+ 

Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Warings: SMUT!, Safe Word used!, Aftercare, Fluff! ( i think that's all but let me know if i missed something)

A/n: I do not write RPF! So I made it stucky. i hope you like it.

The moment you had left the tower for a girls night out with Nat and Wanda,  you knew when you got back you'd be in trouble by your two men.  When you were trying to figure out what to wear for the night, a certain dress in your wardrobe caught your eye.  

 You’d only ever worn this dress for special occasions, it was one of your favorites that Bucky and Steve had gifted you. You loved the silk satin material and the way it fit your figure perfectly while giving a small highlight to your chest area. 

 It also highlighted another asset to your body that Steve and Bucky loved, that's why they bought it for you in the first place. 

Whenever you did get to wear this dress it riled them up, you knew that the second you decided to wear it out tonight. You liked to tease them and get them worked up knowing the consequences that would follow.  

So girls night came and went on, you laughed, had a few drinks and danced. Nat even flirted a little with the bartender to get some free drinks. Overall it was a good girls night out just having fun and catching up with Nat and Wanda.  

As soon as your fun night ended with  the girls and you were back at the tower, that was when the real fun could begin. The elevator in the tower took you directly to your shared apartment floor. 

Right as the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened, Bukcy was quick to pull you out and corner you in the hallway that led to the bedroom.  

“ You're in trouble bunny” Bucky's voice whispers into your ear sending a chill down your spine, he pressed himself up against your backside making your front collide with Steve's broad chest. 

“Wearing this dress knowing what it does to us” his voice had a tone of authority as he lifted one of the dress straps to snap it against your skin. The action immediately making you wet.  

“ Aww stevie look, she's already getting  wet and the fun hasn’t even begun”  Bucky then began to kiss down your neck, his hands slowly moving to untie the back part of the dress. 

The action alone pulled a small moan from between your slightly parted lips, causing Steve to simply smile. His right hand moved to tilt your chin upward  “ You are in for a long night” he whispered as he inched closer to your face, admiring the look on it before placing a kiss to your lips. 

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, one moment you were caught up in a heated kiss with Steve. That you didn't even register that Bucky had  successfully removed your dress. It wasn't until Steve pulled away from the kiss and asked if you were cold he could see your nipples hardened through your bra.  

Next thing you knew you were being carried away to the bedroom. Steve laid you down on the bed and Bucky was all to be quick to help you remove your bra and panites. Just like that the fun began. 

Steve and Bucky were both giving you punishment and pleasure at the same time. Together they over drove your body into a blissful haze. Pulling you closer and closer to your climax, then quickly stopping their actions on you and leaving you there as they pleasure each other.  

They were very attentive and soon gave you the release you needed and wanted after having you beg for it of course. They didn’t stop there though you were about to have your Third climax of the night when the pleasure became all  too much for you. 

You were currently on top of Bucky as he was thrusting in and out of you at a steady yet fast pace, Steve was behind you doing the same. One pulled out as the other thrusted in creating a rhyme. You were close but you couldn’t take it anymore because your body was getting tired. 

“ I- Stevie, jamie i- I can’t” you moaned breathlessly. Bucky unhooked his hand that was holding yours to examine your face. You locked eyes with him and said the word you thought you never would say. You said your safe word.  Steve and Bucky stop their actions immediately. 

After saying it your orgasm hit you and shocked your whole body. You fell forward shaking in Bucky's arms, not noticing how Steve had already slowly pulled out of you to lay next to you and  Bucky.  

“It’s okay, shh we got you doll” bucky carefully rubbed your back trying to gently calm you down. Steve pushed the hair that stuck your sweaty face back. “ You did so good for us” he cooed, kissing your forehead. You gave him a faint  smile trying to fully understand and comprehend what's happening while in  your orgasmic bliss.  

 Once you were fully calmed down, bucky told you he was going to pull out, you whined at the feeling. “I know,  I’m sorry” he kissed your forehead. You three laid there for a few minutes before Steve asked if you wanted to rest a little more or  have a bath.  

You opted for the bath, they carefully helped you into the water once it was ready. The warmness of the water immediately helps your sore and aching muscles. Steve sat behind you as Bucky sat in front of you.  

Silence filled the bathroom as all three of you just sat there relaxing. It wasn't until you whispered an “I'm sorry” that was barely audible if it weren't for their super soldier hearing. Steve and Bucky  both shared a look with each other, wondering why you would be sorry. 

“ What are you sorry for?” Steve questioned as he wrapped his arms around your middle and placed his chin on your exposed shoulder. You looked up into Bucky’s eyes and grabbed his Vibranium hand  as you spoke. 

“ I don’t know, I just feel like I disappointed you two because I said the safe word”  You quickly looked down in shame, but Bucky was quicker and stopped your movement to lift your chin so you could look at him.  

“ Never feel ashamed or disappointed  that you had to use a safe word during sex. Okay? Do you understand?” His eyes held a serious stare as well as his words, yet his voice came out soft spoken.  

“ Do you want to talk about what made you say it?” he asked, holding your hand  slightly tighter in his grip. You are hesitant to speak but Steve gives your shoulder a kiss as   encouragement. 

“ My body was just getting tired, and I honestly didn’t want to say it in case you’d get mad”  you don't know why but  you felt the need to cry. This time Steve kissed your cheek before he spoke. “ We made a safe word in order for all of us to feel safe with one another. Including you,  it's completely okay that you said it. ” He kissed your cheek again. 

“ We would never get mad at you, your safety is our priority” Bucky gave your hand a gentle kiss. You just hummed in response as you leaned back in Steve's embrace just enjoying the moment. They soon help you clean off and get changed into your sleepwear.    

Once all three of you are cleaned and�� are relaxing in bed, you take their hands and kiss them. “ I love you both so much” you smile. They both wrap their arms around you, Steve moves your head towards him to place a delicate kiss to your lips. Bucky does the same after him. “ we love you too, more than anything” this time you kiss them both. 

You adjust your body to snuggle up with the two loves of your life. Just as you're about to drift off into sleep Bucky speaks. “ Stevie she’s never wearing that dress out again” he smirks knowing you could still hear them. 

“Oh most definitely she's never wearing it again” You playfully elbow Bucky in his stomach and then go to hit Steve in his chest. Both of them fake as if they really got hurt  “ouch!” they say in sync. 

“ Keep talking and you won't see the lingerie set Nat helped  me pick out” you mumble already string to doze off. They both smirk. 

 “Will see about that,” Steve whispered as Him and Bucky both gave you one last kiss to your head before  pulling the covers over all three of you to sleep for the night.

~~~~ 

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[mrsstruggle]

The Lost Child - Chapter 34 // Teen Wolf x Marvel AU

Summary: Y/N Stark was taken from her family when she was three years old. It's fifteen years later and her family believes she is dead. Then how is she living in Beacon Hills?

Warnings: Language, Mentions of Death/Injury/Grief/Torture, Possible Grammar Mistakes (please let me know if there is anything else)

Pairings: Derek Hale x Reader, Steve Rodgers x Bucky Barnes, Bruce Banner x Natasha Romanoff, Vision x Wanda Maximoff, & More To Come

Previous Pairings: Tony Stark x Pepper Potts, Scott McCall x Allison Argent

Words: 5.5k

Note: Sorry this is so late!

Additional Note: While this is a Teen Wolf x Marvel AU, not everything is true to the shows/movies/comics. I had to change things for the story.

One Last Note: Y/N was adopted by Tony Stark and Pepper Potts. I did this so more people can see themselves in this story.

***I do not own Teen Wolf or Marvel or any related characters. This is a work of fanfiction and is meant for entertainment purposes only.***

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Everyone was quiet as they made their way through the woods toward the hunter’s safe house. The only sound that could be heard was the crunching of leaves and sticks beneath their feet. Y/N knows it’s wrong, but she wishes she was Allison right now so she wouldn’t have to deal with everything.

Stiles doesn’t like the silence but it’s taking everything in him to break it. He’s worried that if he starts talking then he won’t be able to stop. He’s also not sure if he wants to accidentally piss off anyone who’s in charge of protecting his life.

As much as he’s annoyed at everything that has happened and that has come to light, he also can’t help but have a little fanboy moment inside his head. He’s about to head into battle with the Avengers. The last time they stormed a place he had been sidelined. Now, he’s walking through the woods, about to go into a little war with the hunters, with the Avengers suited up next to him. It’s like a dream he always had but also mixed with a nightmare he always had.

He watches Y/N from the back of the group as she and Chris lead them to the safe house. He doesn’t like that he’s been paired with Liam and Peter but it could be worse. He could be paired up with Peter Hale. He definitely wouldn’t make it out alive if that were the case.

“Are we almost there?” Peter Hale asks.

“Why? Do you have somewhere better to be?” Scott questions.

“Yes. I was thinking about asking your mother out again.”

“Wait, what?” Sam looks between Scott and Peter, confused about what he just heard. How old is this guy and why does it seem like he only hangs out with teenagers? He knows Peter is Derek’s uncle but he also dated one of these kids' mothers?

“Ignore him.” Derek rolls his eyes at his uncle. He just wants to get this over with. He’s tired of having to deal with the Argents and the Avengers. He wants to go home, wrap Y/N up in a warm blanket, and not leave their bedroom until they have to. This past week has caused him too much stress and he’s over it.

Y/N comes to a stop and waits for the others to stand around her, “We’ll split up here. Remember, Sam, Bucky, and Malia, you’ll take the right side. Kira, Natasha, and Wanda, you’ll follow them but then split off to the north side. Scott and Steve, you’re going to the left side. Stiles, Liam, and Peter, you’ll follow them. You’re in charge of killing the Anuk-ite, so good luck with that.”

Chris takes off his backpack before unzipping it and holding it out to everyone, “Everyone take a walkie-talkie. I’m sure these aren’t as advanced as some of you are used to but they’ll do. I’ve already set them to the correct channel but it’s channel 7 if you mess it up.”

“Radio in if you feel the Anuk-Ite so Stiles and them know where to go. He has the mountain ash to kill it so don’t try killing it yourself,” Y/N says while everyone grabs a walkie-talkie. “Also radio if you need help. While we have an idea of what we’re up against, there could be more and some of you have never had to fight these types of creatures before. They are very different from your space aliens.”

“Anything else?” Stiles asks.

“Yeah, don’t die.”

“How are you not a motivational speaker?”

“Okay, let’s go before they do this for another twenty minutes,” Scott says, walking away from the group to the left where Y/N told him to go. Steve presses a quick kiss to Bucky’s lips and murmurs something under his breath to him before following Scott.

“Radio in when you’re in place!” Y/N yells out to Scott.

The rest of the Avengers watch as Y/N and Stiles lock their pinky fingers and promise each other they won’t die. Y/N doesn’t know it but she’s done that since before Pepper gave her away. Anytime they’d go on a mission she’d make them promise they were going to come back. She believed that pinky promises were a binding promise and that there was no way you could break them. It’s little things like that that let them know that the girl they knew is still there, just a bit different.

“One last thing,” Y/N sticks out her hand toward Chris. Chris pulls out a bulletproof vest from his backpack and hands it to Y/N. She quickly pulls it over Stiles’ head and straps it around him before he has a chance to protest. “Just in case.”

“Why have I never been given one of these before?” Stiles scoffs.

“Just be grateful you’re getting one now. Now go.”

Chris, Derek, Peter Hale, Tony, and Y/N watch as the others run off to where they’re supposed to be.

“What else do you have in that bag?” Derek asks, eyeing the backpack in Chris’ hand.

“You don’t want to know,” Chris zips his backpack up and puts it back on his back.

“We’re in place.” Scott’s voice rings out of their walkie-talkies.

Y/N sighs as she tries to mentally prepare herself for the fight ahead, “I think I could sleep for a week after this. I’m surprised I haven't gotten a call from my boss yet saying I’m fired for being gone for so long. I swear I didn’t have this many vacation days.”

Derek moves to stand in front of Y/N to meet her eyes, “I’m sure they’ve seen the news and will understand why you haven’t been in for a while. Scott said Melissa was covering for you so I’m sure it’s fine.”

“I’ll have to get her something nice for covering for me this long.”

“And she’ll tell you that you don’t owe her anything.” Derek pulls Y/N close and presses a kiss against her forehead. He knows how stressed she is about everything because he’s also stressed about everything.

“We’re in place.” Bucky’s voice rings out from the walkie-talkies.

“How do you want us to get into the house?” Y/N turns to Tony at his question. She almost forgot the others were there with her and Derek.

“We need to wait until everyone has lured out as many hunters as possible then we fly in,” Y/N says.

“You can fly as well?” Tony’s eyebrows shoot up in shock. Did he miss something in the files Hydra made about her? Can werewolves fly?

“No, you’ll have to either carry me or I can get on your back.”

Tony goes to respond but Kira’s voice cuts him off as it rings out through the walkie-talkies, “We’re in place.”

“Okay,” Y/N looks around at Chris, Derek, Peter, and Tony, “you ready?”

Chris tightens the knife holders on his thighs and double-checks the gun in his hand, “Ready.”

“Ready,” Tony says as his suit builds around him.

“Can we finally get this over with?” Peter asks, inspecting his claws.

“I’m going to climb up into a tree until I think it’s time for us to hit the house. You should do the same.” Y/N says, looking at Tony. “I’m their biggest target and if they know where I am then they’ll forget about the others. We’ve got to hide a bit first.”

“I’ll follow you,” Tony replies.

Y/N looks back at Derek, “Be safe and kick some hunter ass. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Derek says before pressing a hard kiss on her lips, as if he’s scared he won’t see her again.

Y/N pulls away and walks over to the nearest tree, “You know what to do babe!”

Derek, Chris, and Peter watch as Y/N starts to climb up the tree and Tony flies up into the one next to her. Derek waits until he can no longer see her figure before transforming into his beta form.

“Now we can get this over with,” Derek says, letting out a loud roar to let everyone know it’s time to go and to let the hunters know they’re here.

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Steve tightens the shield around his arm before looking up at the sound of a roar.

“What was that?” Peter asks, looking around making sure nothing is coming at them. He’s dealt with a lot of weird things being in the Avengers but he’s never heard something like that before.

“That was Derek,” Stiles states.

“You stay here and wait for someone to radio you,” Scott tells Stiles, Liam, and Peter.

“Where are you going?” Liam asks.

“We’re going straight towards them. Let’s go.” Scott nods at Steve to follow him.

Steve huffs a bit in frustration as he follows Scott. He doesn’t enjoy being told what to do from a teenager. If it was Y/N here, he would follow without question. She might have been for 15 years but he’d still trust her with his life.

Scott slows as he gets closer to the safe house. He can already hear a few hunters loading their guns and sharpening their knives. He listens to their panicked voices as they talk about the roar they heard and how they know they’re being attacked. If he focuses hard enough he can also hear Stiles, Liam, and Peter bickering behind them.

“Let’s stop here. We don’t want to get too close.” Scott says. “We need to lure them out here.” Scott tries to count the number of hunters standing outside of the house in front of them.

“I got it,” Steve states, throwing his shield out toward the hunters. The shield hits three hunters, knocking them to the ground, before coming back to Steve.

“That’s one way to do it,” Scott mumbles, watching as the hunters look their way. He quickly ducts behind a tree as the hunters slowly make their way towards them.

Steve ducts behind another tree as they wait for the hunters to come closer. He can hear the ground crunch behind him letting him know where they are. He waits until he can see the end of a gun before jumping out and knocking the hunter back into two others.

That’s when all hell breaks loose.

Scott jumps out from where he’s hiding as all eyes are on Steve, throwing the hunter closest to him into a tree—knocking him out. Bullets start to fly as Steve and Scott attack. Scott’s surprised he hasn’t been hit by any bullets yet as knocks out another hunter.

Steve throws his shield toward the hunter's legs, the vibranium-metal breaking their knees and shins as it hits them. He quickly knocks them out as they hit the ground one by one. It’s not long until they’ve taken out all of the hunters that attacked them.

“Is that it?” Steve asks, knocking out the last hunter.

“I doubt it. The others must have the rest of the hunters distracted or the rest of them haven’t left the safe house.” Scott says, looking around for other hunters.

“We should move in,” Steve says, moving towards the safehouse before Scott sticks out an arm to stop him.

“Not until we’re told too.”

“There’s no one over here. We should move in.”

“Not until Y/N tells us too.”

Steve doesn’t understand why they can’t just move in. They easily took out the hunters. He doesn’t understand why they were acting like they were going to be a challenge. The hunters are down on their side and they have a clear shot toward the safe house.

Scott’s head quickly turns as he starts to smell something in the air, “Do you smell that?”

“What?” Steve doesn’t know what Scott’s talking about.

“It smells like…” Scott’s voice trails off as his eyes widen as he looks behind Steve.

Steve quickly turns around to see four large creatures standing behind him. They look like men wearing bones and an animal skull for a mask. “What am I looking at?”

“Berserkers.”

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Sam and Bucky are standing back-to-back as they fight off the hunters around them while Malia holds off more of them.

“How many of these guys are there?” Sam asks, slamming another hunter onto the ground.

“I don’t know but they’re pissing me off,” Bucky says. His arm comes up to block the bullets being shot at him from a hunter on the ground. He rips the gun out of the hunter’s hand and knocks him out with a quick kick to the face.

Bucky turns to find another hunter to attack to see the hunters fleeing from them.

“Why are they running?” Sam asks.

“Something’s coming,” Malia states, her eyes closed while trying to listen to her surroundings.

Bucky tries to listen and see if he can hear what she hears. He closes his eyes for a second. It sounds like something is running toward them. He opens his eyes and looks into the woods in front of him. Something is charging at them.

“Get down!” Bucky tackles Sam to the ground as a deer jumps out from the trees and almost tramples over them. It runs past them almost as quickly as it appeared. It looked rabid.

“What the hell?” Sam mutters, staring at where the deer ran off.

Bucky looks down to where Sam is in his arms from when he tackled him. Disgusted, he scrambles up off the ground and away from Sam.

“Did you smell that?” Malia asks.

“Robo boy’s cheap cologne? Yeah, I smelled it.” Sam says, wiping the dirt off his suit as he stands up from the ground.

“No, the deer. It smelled like fear.”

“Fear?” Bucky asks. He thought that something was running at them but what if it was actually running away from something? He slowly pulls out his walkie-talkie while his eyes dart around. “We found the Anuk-Ite.”

“On our way,” Stiles’ voice rings out from the walkie-talkies.

“Are you sure?” Sam questions Bucky.

“Yeah, I’m su–” a pained scream from the woods cuts him off. He pauses, his head whipping toward the sound.

“Bucky! Buck!” someone is screaming out for him. He moves to run into the woods but Malia moves in front of him to stop him.

“What are you doing?” Malia asks.

“Do you not hear someone screaming?!” Bucky yells, angry that she’s preventing him from finding whoever’s yelling for him. He swears it almost sounded like Steve.

“The only person screaming right now is you,” Sam says.

“What?” Bucky looks between Sam and Malia. Can they not hear what he’s hearing?

Sam stares at Bucky for a second before realizing what’s happening, “Close your eyes! Close your eyes now!”

“Why am I closing my eyes?!” Malia yells, her eyes now shut tight.

“It’s the Anuk-Ite. Whatever happens, don’t open your eyes.”

Sam, Bucky, and Malia stand still as they wait for something to happen. They’re hoping Stiles gets here soon to kill the thing.

“How could you?” Bucky quickly whips his head around, his eyes still shut tight, as Steve’s voice whispers in his ear. “Why?”

“I don’t understand…” Bucky whispers, confused about what's happening.

“I told you to finish him.” Bucky’s head whips around again. He knows that voice. It belongs to the man responsible for turning him into the Winter Soldier, Arnim Zola.

“Buck…no,” Steve’s voice whimpers. “This isn’t you.”

“You have your orders, soldier! Kill him!”

“No!”

“You can’t stop him, Steve. He’s no longer the boy you used to know. He never will be. He has always been the Winter Soldier, and he always will be.”

Bucky’s closed eyes tighten as he repeatedly mutters to himself, “This isn’t real. It’s not real.”

“Buck…” Steve’s voice is quiet. Bucky can feel a soft hand caress his cheek. It feels like Steve.

“I’ll do it.” That sounds like Y/N’s voice but harsher. It sounds like when she was pretending to be under the hunter’s and Hydra’s control.

“Ah, my perfect soldier. Always ready to do what you’re told.” Zola’s voice sounds closer than it was before.

“She’s not your soldier,” Bucky growls. Y/N will never be Hydra’s soldier.

“I think you’re forgetting who you are. Let me remind you. Longing. Rusted. Seventeen. Daybrea–”

“Shut up!”

“It’s who you are! Now, finish your mission!”

“No!” Bucky is trying to remind himself that this isn’t real but it’s getting harder too.

“Let me.” Y/N’s voice is now coming from in front of him. “Just admit it. You couldn’t save yourself, you couldn’t save me, and you couldn’t save Steve.”

“Wh-what are you talking about?”

It goes quiet. Maybe it’s over?

As Bucky brings a hand up to his face to wipe away the overwhelmed tears that were slowly falling from his eyes, he hears the sound of someone being stabbed in front of him. His body goes rigid as he hears someone start to choke—possibly on their own blood.

“Hail Hydra,” Y/N’s voice whispers in his ear.

Bucky quickly opens his eyes toward the ground in shock and confusion. His eyes move slightly in front of him to a knife sticking out of someone. Not just someone. He’d recognize that uniform anywhere. Steve.

Bucky’s eyes shoot up to Steve’s face only to be met with the glowing purple eyes of the Anuk-ite. His body immediately turned to stone.

“Buck, you still good?!” Sam calls out, unaware of what just happened. He can’t hear Bucky but he can hear Malia. She sounds like she’s apologizing to someone until she goes quiet. “Malia?”

“Malia?!” Sam can hear someone yelling for her.

“Uncle Sam?! Uncle B?!” Peter rushes into the area where Sam, Bucky, and Malia are. Liam and Stiles run in behind him.

“Oh my god…” Stiles stares at Malia’s frozen figure. She looks like a statue from Medusa’s lair in the Percy Jackson movie.

“Please tell me you’re real?” Sam asks.

“The Anuk-Ite’s gone,” Liam says.

Sam opens his eyes to see Peter staring at a Bucky statue. Stiles and Liam are also crouched down next to a Malia statue.

“What happened?” Peter turns to look at Sam.

“I-I don’t know. One second it was here and now it’s not. I’m not even sure when this happened.” Sam gestures to Bucky. Why didn’t the Anuk-Ite go for him? He could hear Bucky talking to someone—most likely whoever the Anuk-Ite wanted him to talk to—and he could hear Malia, but nothing ever happened to him.

“Now what?” Liam asks.

“They still need people attacking on this side,” Stiles says. They need people to weaken the hunters from every side.

“I can still do it but I don’t know if I can do it alone,” Sam states.

“I’ll stay,” Liam volunteers. “I can help on this side while you two get the Anuk-Ite.”

Stiles looks hesitant but agrees, “Make sure nothing happens to them.” Stiles looks between Malia and Bucky and wonders how much longer he has before their current state is permanent.

“Where do you think it went?” Peter asks.

“I don’t know.”

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“What the hell are these people?!” Nat yells out, barely missing the edge of the blade that swipes at her.

“They’re Oni!” Kira yells back. She’s trying to hold off four Oni while Natasha and Wanda fight the other three.

“I thought we’re supposed to be fighting hunters?!”

“I thought the same thing!” Wanda yells.

Natasha ducks as one of the Oni swings their sword at her. She’s able to remove the sword from the Oni’s hand as the sword lodges itself in the tree next to her. Nat quickly pulls the sword away from the tree and watches as the Oni pulls another sword out of nowhere.

“We’re going to die here.” Nat mumbles, readying herself to continue fighting.

As Kira blocks the Oni’s swings, she can see the glint of a weapon coming from within the trees behind them. “I think the hunters have finally decided to join them!” She hears the sound of something firing.

Wanda and Natasha turn to see several hunters running toward them. Most of them seem to be carrying guns while the others seem to be holding knives. Nat can count about thirty hunters.

“You guys take the hunters! I’ve got these guys!” Kira yells at them, her eyes starting to glow.

“You sure?!” Nat asks.

“Go!”

Wanda and Natasha break away from the Oni and charge toward the hunters. Nat throws the sword in her hand on the ground and pulls out her Glock 26s. As the hunters start to shoot at them, Wanda uses her powers to rip a tree out of the ground and throw it through the group of hunters—knocking several to the ground.

Nat ducks behind a tree as bullets fly past her. The bullets slowly come to halt as she reloads her guns. She can hear footsteps getting closer to her. It sounds like five different people are coming toward her. Nat puts one of her guns back in its holster as she takes a deep breath.

As the tip of a hunter’s gun comes into view, she grabs the front of the assault rifle while throwing her elbow into the hunter’s face. He lets go of the gun as she knocks him out with the butt of her Glock. Adjusting the assault rifle in her grip, she turns and shoots down the other four hunters.

“I thought we weren’t supposed to kill any of them?!” Wanda yells out to Nat.

“I don’t remember agreeing to that!” Natasha yells back.

Wanda throws another hunter back as she watches Nat take down more as well. Looking back at Kira, she notices a glowing figure around the young girl as she fights off the Oni.

Kira can feel her anger and frustration growing as she continues to fight. She can also feel her control starting to slip. The fox spirit around grows bigger and bigger the longer she fights.

As she feels a blade cut through her right thigh, her fox quickly grows before launching itself at the seven Oni. A blinding light shoots out as the Oni are killed, hindering the hunters. Kira can feel her fox getting more powerful with each Oni it takes out.

With her back facing the light, Natasha uses the distraction to shoot down the rest of the hunters. Looking over at Wanda, she can see her crouched behind a tree blocking the light with her hands. As the light disappears, she turns around to find Kira kneeling on the ground and no Oni around her.

“What happened?!” Nat yelled toward Kira.

“I killed them!” Kira yells back, pressing down on the wound on her leg as it starts to slowly heal.

“Why didn’t you do that earlier?!”

“I don’t really have control of it!”

“Did you have to kill all of them?” Wanda asks Natasha, looking at all of the dead hunters behind them.

“Did you want me to wait until they killed one of us?”

Wanda rolls her eyes at Nat’s response. She could’ve put them all to sleep but it’s too late for that now. She walks over to where Kira is now sitting on the ground.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. My leg should be good in just a minute.” Kira replies.

“I wonder if everybody else also has to deal with more than just hunters?” Nat mumbles, sitting down next to Kira.

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Sitting up high in a tree, Y/N watches as Derek, Peter, and Chris battle the hunters down below. She can hear her radio go off and Scott’s voice asking for help. It takes everything in her to not jump down and help after one hunter’s knife gets a little too close to Derek’s throat.

“Is this what you deal with here in Beacon Hills?” Tony questions, watching as more hunters seem to come out of nowhere.

“Yeah, but hunters have always been the least of our worries,” Y/N replies, her grip tightening on the tree in anger as more hunters appear. She could easily use her powers from here and take them out but then Kate would know where she is.

Tony feels at a loss for words. Watching the hunters down below, he can’t believe this is what his daughter has been with. He doesn’t know why this didn’t hit him before. He was so caught up in everything else, he hasn’t taken a step back to notice how calm she and her friends seem to be about everything.

Since the Avengers have been in Beacon Hills, they’ve dealt with hunters, Hydra, and more. He knows to an extent what Y/N dealt with when she was with Hydra, but what else has she dealt with?

Friends of hers have apparently died and he has no idea why. Was it because of hunters? Was it because of something else they’ve faced? Or was it something that has nothing to do with this little world she lives in?

Tony stares at Y/N as he thinks of something to say. He has so many things that he wants to say and so many questions he wants to ask but now is not the time.

“I can practically hear you thinking from here,” Y/N looks up and locks eyes with Tony. “I know you have a lot of questions and so do I. I don’t really know how long you’re going to be here in Beacon Hills but I’d like to start over after all of this is done.”

“We can stay as long as you want. You can come back with us too…i-if you want. I-I mean I know you’re a lot older now but we kept your rooms the same as you left them. Well, we have a cleaner that cleans them once every two weeks.”

“Rooms?”

“Yeah, one at the compound and one in our old home. We haven’t lived there since you…disappeared. I still kept it though just in case.”

“Even after you thought I was dead?”

“You’re not the only person we’ve known to be presumed dead to still very much be alive. I didn’t want to give up hope. No matter how little it became.”

Y/N doesn’t know what to say to that. She looks back down to watch the others fight off the hunters. Most of the hunters are down so now is a good time to get to Kate.

“We should go now,” Y/N looks back at Tony.

“How are we doing this?” Tony asks, not sure how to carry Y/N.

“Can I just get on your back?”

Tony flies off the tree and hovers in front of Y/N with his back turned toward her, “Let’s go.”

Y/N pulls herself away from the tree and climbs onto Tony’s back. A small smile appears on her face as it reminds her of the piggyback rides her dad, the sheriff, used to give her all the time as a kid before they lost her mom. As Tony takes off toward the safe house, she wonders if Tony or the others ever used to carry her like this when she was younger.

Y/N holds on tighter to Tony as he crashes into the middle of the house. Once Tony has landed on the ground, she hops off his back and surveys her surroundings. They landed in what appeared to be the living room but there was no one around. There’s no one shooting at them, charging at them, or even watching them. They are completely alone.

“Why is no one here?” Tony asks, his blasters ready just in case.

“I don’t know…” Looking around Y/N can see weapons and ammo everywhere. On the wall, she can see pictures of herself and all her friends. There’s even some of the Avengers. There’s a large blood stain on the floor but there is nobody. Whose blood is it?

It’s also quiet. Too quiet. If she listens in she can hear the others fighting, but it’s quiet in the house. Kate must be hiding somewhere. If there’s one thing Y/N knows about the Argents, it’s that they love a good basement moment. That’s probably where Kate is hiding out. And if she’s hiding then she knows she’s outmatched. She knows they’re losing.

As she turns to look at Tony, a body flies through the living room window. Y/N jumps back and is ready to attack until she notices who it is.

“Isaac?”

Isaac groans in pain but makes no move to get up off the floor, “Hey Y/N.”

“H-how? What?”

“Scott told me everything so we came to help.”

“We?”

As Isaac goes to answer, a girl with a crossbow steps through the broken window, “Isaac?!” She starts shooting toward something Y/N can’t see.

“Braeden?”

“Who are these people?” Tony asks Y/N.

“He’s a friend and she’s…” Y/N pauses as she thinks of a way to describe who Braeden is, “she’s a friend of Derek.”

Isaac snorts, “Yeah, a friend.”

Y/N kicks Isaac’s arm at his comment, “What’s happening out there? How’d you go through the window? Why haven’t you got up?”

“I can’t really move.”

“What do you mean?” Y/N crouches down next to Isaac in concern.

“We aren’t the only ones who know a kanima apparently.”

Y/N rolls Isaac onto his side and looks at the scratch on his neck. She can see some of the venom still dripping from the wound.

“Who else has been affected by it?” Y/N asks, laying Isaac back down on his back.

“Scott was protecting a guy on the ground with a shield when I found them,” Braeden replies, walking over to them.

Tony curses under his breath, “Should we help them?”

“Kira and two other girls are currently helping Scott.”

Y/N turns her head to the broken window as she hears a loud roar. It sounded like Scott but she’s not sure.

“Is it just the kanima they’re fighting?” Y/N asks.

“No, there’s Berserkers as well. Four of them.”

Y/N stands up and looks at Tony, “Stay here and help them. I’ve got Kate.”

“You’re not going alone,” Tony states. He’s not going to abandon his daughter. He’s here to protect her.

“They need your help more than I do. If the Kanima takes more of them down, they will all be dead. Help them.”

Tony hesitates for a moment before agreeing, “Fine, but then I’m coming back to help you.”

“Fine. I’ll probably be in the basement. At least that’s where I'm assuming she is.”

Tony looks like he’s going to hug her for a moment before flying out through the broken window. Y/N can hear when he finds the others.

“So that’s your dad huh?” Isaac says with a small smirk on his face.

Y/N rolls her eyes and huffs, “Shut up.” Her radio sparks to life and she can hear Chris Argent calling for Stiles. The Anuk-Ite must be near them. Y/N turns to Braeden, “I’ve got Kate. Make sure he stays alive.”

Y/N flicks her claws out as she checks all of the doors to see if any lead into the basement. When she opens the fourth door, she sees stairs leading down into another room. She walks down slowly until she reaches the bottom.

Looking around, the stairs seemed to have led her to a hallway instead of a room. There are four different doors and she doesn’t know what’s behind any of them. There’s a long ugly rug that runs throughout the middle of the hallway. It looks out of place in the modern-looking hallway.

She’s about to open the first door when she notices the end of the rug is flipped up as if someone tripped over it. That’s when she notices something behind it. Moving the rug with her foot, she finds an escape hatch.

Y/N bends down and opens the hatch. Not seeing anything dangerous, she jumps down into what seems to be a tunnel. Looking down at the ground, she can see a single set of footprints leading away from her.

She follows the footsteps until she gets to the end of the tunnel. She notices a small ladder leading up to another hatch. Y/N climbs up the ladder and slowly opens the hatch. It takes her a second to realize where she is. She’s next to an old lake her mom used to take her and Stiles to during the summer.

Climbing out of the tunnel, she looks around for Kate. She knows she’s here but she can’t seem to see her.

“Kate! I know you’re here!” Y/N yells out.

As she moves to look around, a bear trap snaps around her right ankle. Screaming out in pain, Y/N falls to the ground.

“I was wondering when you would show up, but I’m surprised you showed up alone.” Y/N whips her head around to see Kate slowly walking up to her with twenty other hunters and two Berserkers behind her.

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Cute little concept if u feel like writing it! SteveO and gn!reader work on set together, unaware of ones crush on the other. It’s obvious to everyone else but them with obvious favoritism going on. SteveO gets a black eye from a stunt he did and when reader sees it they kiss it better, and it leads to him saying “fuck it” giving them a real kiss.🥹

Sweet-O

Y/N never expected running coffee on movie sets could lead to this.

Steve-O X Gn!Reader

(Fluff)

2.2k Words

Warnings: Suggestive content, crude language, flirting, drinking, insecurity

An: Thank you for the request!! I haven’t written very much if anything about Steve and I realized that I really love the way he talks! Writing dialogue for him and Bam are definitely the most fun of the guys XD Keep sending in the requests- I promise I’ll get to them all!!

Keeping the cardboard coffee holder steady, you ducked and weaved like a dragonfly through the buzzing crowds of people on set. The warm, smoky steam wafted up onto your skin as your eyes scanned the room. You couldn’t help but be amazed at everything around you- One day, you’re living in LA and out of work, and the next? You’re hanging out with movie stars on the daily. Unbelievable.

You shook yourself out of your thoughts, and a few moments later, you found your guy. “Ah! Steve-O! I got your, uh…” You handed him the cardboard Starbucks cup, warm in your palm, “I got your coffee!” When he smiled at you with that sweet, kinda boyish smile, you nearly melted. You had no idea why you were so drawn to him, but he had you by the neck after just a month working with him. “Oh, thanks dude!” He took a sip, looking at you from his seat on one of Jeff’s foldy director’s chairs, “What’re you doing later?” Although you knew what he was asking, you secretly hoped that he was suggesting something else. Some little part of your brain said, ‘You, if I’m lucky tonight’, but you kept your mouth shut. “Uh, well I gotta drop the rest of these off, get Bam his Red Bull- cause he’s too good for Starbucks-“ You added that last part just to make him laugh a little, smiling when he did, “and after that, I’ll see if anyone else needs anything else!” He laughed a little at your eagerness, “God, you have got to chill out, man.” It was easy for him to say that- all Steve has to do is show up, puke, and clock out. But through all the bodily fluids, you still really liked him. Just then, you felt someone tap on your shoulder, and you were whisked away before you could finish your conversation.

He was the only person on set that regularly talked with you. Chris was always friendly, and though he was very polite and tipped you well, you were intimidated by Knoxville’s stardom. Bam was usually just an ass to you, but you couldn’t care less, so out of the main cast, that just left Steve. He seemed to have taken a liking to you, something that nobody on set could ignore. The guys would make jokes and giggle whenever you stood a little close to each other, but you paid them no mind- there was no way he wanted to be anything other than friends, so you shut that idea down before it could get too far.

“What’re you even doing, man?” Bam asked incredulously, sneaking up behind Steve, making him jump a little. Steve turned to him, “What d’ya mean?” Squinting, Bam laughed, “What do I mean?” He leaned against the chair, staring at your butt as you got absorbed into the crowd, “You’ve been eyein’ that hot piece’s ass for weeks.” Leaning to one side so that Bam’s cheek wasn’t pressed against his, he shrugged, “Dude, what d’you expect me to do?”

“S’just like how you picked up those sluts at the bar last night. Same shit, man!” Steve sighed, rolling his eyes. It wasn’t that easy- he wouldn't have to see those sluts from the bar the next day at his job. He couldn’t just pull the whole “Hey, baby”, hand around the waist, whisper something dirty in the ear routine with you. “Nah, man- I don’t wanna make an ass outta myself.” Bam sighed, rolling his eyes, “Fine. Y'know what? Just burn a cd for them- that’s how I hooked Missy! S’all personal ‘n shit- they fall for it every time.”

Whenever you and Steve had free time between you making lunch runs and him banging himself up, you’d end up sitting around and talking about whatever, usually music. One day, you saw him listening to his I pod, and that’s how it started- you two would listen to music together. Sharing earbuds, you’d go through album after album together, just sitting in blissful silence. You didn’t mind- he had pretty good taste after all. He really must be comfortable with you, you thought to yourself, but there was no way it was a romantic thing.

So it made sense that, one morning when you showed up on set, he handed you a cd. “What’s this?” You squinted at the holographic surface with “For Y/N” scrawled on it in black sharpie as he looked away, playing it cool, “S’just some stuff I like- thought you’d dig it.” He winced a little, mentally slapping himself in the face- thought you’d dig it? How uncool could he be? What the fuck is he thinking? Idiot. Oh, but all that worry washed away when he saw you beaming up at him, “Thanks! I can’t wait to check it out!”

So when you drove home, the first thing you did was pop it into your stereo, listening intently. Seconds passed but it felt like hours while you waited for it to start, listening to the sound of the disc spinning. And when it did, it started…slow, and kinda soft at first which surprised you since this was coming from Steve- that was, of course, until Vince Neil’s voice kicked in.

You listened to the thing front to back. When you got to your apartment complex and it wasn’t over, you drove right past. It was all the kinda stuff you listened to on set together- mostly Motley Crüe, but there was a decent amount of Iron Maiden and Metallica too. All that metal got you thinking that, if he hadn’t become this crazy stunt dude he was, Steve would’ve probably become a rock star, and a damn good one too. Showman, attention whore- same difference. And as the music slowly faded out and you pulled your little Honda into the parking garage, you couldn’t get the image of him dressed like Bret Michaels out of your head.

“I’m not doing it.” Steve looked up from the white, ceramic plate his breakfast was on, using a greasy fork to poke at the pepper speckled eggs that he had stubbed his cigarette out in. “Come on!” Chris urged, “It always works!” Rolling his eyes, Steve sat back in his seat, lowering his voice so as to not be heard by the family of four next to them at Shoneys, “I’m not puttin’ on the cheetah.” Johnny and Bam watched silently as the two went back and forth, snickering quietly. “Steve- I have never met a single person who didn’t go wild for the cheetah. I think it’s biologically impossible to not be attracted to it!”

“It’s bad enough that they’ve seen me stickin’ stuff in my ass- I’ve probably ruined my chances already! The cheetah’s not gonna help shit!” Chris took a sip of his orange juice, smiling knowingly, “No way. They’ve totally got the hots for you! Just trust me here, okay?” Steve should’ve known from the way he said that that something was awry. And sure enough, when he walked on set that Monday and he saw the little corkboard where the stunts for the day are tacked onto what he expected was true. Steve needed a beer.

Shooting outside meant long, hot, sticky days. Squinting in the sun, you looked around for Steve, excited to tell him all about how much you loved that mixtape he made for you, planning on leaving out the part where you listened to it all night and fell asleep to it and vividly imagined him for hours. “Hey!” You jumped a little when you heard Pontius’ voice about an inch from your ear. He gave you that sweet idiot smile as you glanced him up and down, noticing his…lack of clothes. He raised an eyebrow, “You like the cheetah?” Still a little surprised, you gave him a smile, nodding. Even though you showed up there every day, you never quite got used to the male nudity. Chris grinned, “You know, I am so glad to hear that! See, I was having a bit of a disagreement with my buddy Steve-O- y’see him over there?” He pointed over to him a row of bushes, Steve’s bristly shaved head just barely visible over the leaves, “He thought you wouldn’t like it- can you believe that?” He yelled over in his direction, “See, Steve! They totally dig the cheetah!”

Springing up from the shrubbery as you neared, Steve puffed out his chest in an effort to impress you. He looked a little scrawny with his clothes off, but you couldn’t really complain after getting to see him nearly naked. You grinned, your eyes scanning over the black-blue ink of his tattoos, “Is this, uh- is this for a stunt?” Now standing next to him, Chris nodded, “Yeah!” He jabbed an elbow in Steve’s side, quickly getting his attention. He dropped his voice an octave, “Ah- yes! A very manly stunt!” You snickered at the little act they were putting on, “Okay, well I hope you two have fun with that!”

As you walked away, Chris turned to excitedly whisper to Steve, “See- they totally took a second glance at your package!” He raised his eyebrows, glancing down at himself, “Yeah, well it’s a good thing I put that sock in it…”

“Hey, I heard you got the hots for that little intern.” Johnny’s voice sounded tinny over the speaker of Steve’s cheap flip phone as he settled into the couch that came with his apartment, the tv playing softly in the background. “Y’know what dude? Just save it.” He picked up the remote, flipping through channels, “They’re not into me anyhow.” Johnny, sensing his dejection, tried to reason with him, “C’mon, they get you coffee every day!” Steve scoffed, “Yeah, and they do that for everyone else on set- that’s their job.”

“Well, did you try the cheetah?” Steve pressed his lips together, the blue light of the tv gracing his facial features, “Yes, I tried the cheetah- you were there when I tried the cheetah!” Johnny’s voice had an audible grin on the other end of the line as he caught him, “Ohhh, yeah! But they were totally eyeing you up that day!” Steve rolled his eyes, “Whatever- they’re totally smokin! They ain’t interested in ‘ole Steve-O. Dude- have you seen me?” Johnny thought about saying something how he did see him- that he saw him wearing that mankini and that he looked great, but he thought that'd be something for Pontius to tell him, “C’mon, you’ve gotta ask ‘em out.” Steve shook his head dismissively, feeling that wrenching feeling in his guts again, “Nah, nah, nah…” He thought for a second about what Johnny told him, adding tentatively, “…maybe, maybe.”

It was just like him to come in on the last day of filming with a shiner. Swollen and throbbing, the purple swell was apparent to just about everyone, you included. You winced, feeling the pain secondhand as you handed him his coffee. Steve nodded. “Sooo, last day of filming?” You sounded a little forlorn as you posed the question, fiddling with your hands. “Mmhm.” He brought the cup to his lips, seeming just as nervous as you were.

Glancing over your shoulder, he almost did a double take. Squatting behind an audio kit was Chris, making a little shoo shoo gesture at him. Next to him was Johnny, who had ducked behind the craft services table, touching the tips of his fingers together and twisting them to emulate kissing while Bam stood next to a row tall of tripod standing lights with his back turned, his hands moving up and down his back doing a sort of making out gesture.

His attention was brought back to you when you snickered a little. God, he didn’t even notice how close you were to his face. “Y’know, If you want…I could kiss it better.” You were only half joking with your suggestion, but you could tell it got the message across. Steve blinked unbelievingly a couple times. Building up courage, he whispered to nobody but himself, “Ah…fuck it.”

Ther wasn’t a lot of distance to cover for him to lean in and kiss you. The kiss was tentative but purposeful, his lips feeling surprisingly soft against yours as you held there for a moment. It felt electric- not the cattle prod electric Steve was used to. More like licking a 9 volt battery. A weird tingling that makes your mouth feel odd but something in you makes you want to keep your tongue on it for just a second longer. It was just you and him, the perfect warm little center of the world. Neither of you moved for a while until you pulled away, eventually breaking the kiss, panting slightly, “That- that was nice…” He sheepishly smirked, a little embarrassed about getting so worked up over a kiss, “Yeah. Do you, uh- wanna grab a coffee sometime?” You laughed a little at how flustered he got, “But I just got you coffee…?”

He raised his eyebrows in realization, shifting a little in his chair, “Oh, yeah…well, how about the bar?” You nodded, smiling, “Yeah, sure!

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On The Hunt: Moving Forward

Summary- 5.2k Alpha Steve x Little One. You find out that T'Challa invites Steve and Bucky to join the panthers hunting for Ulysses, meaning you have to work with your ex-mate. In an attempt to take your mind off what is happening, you are forced to admit some very hard truths.

Warnings- Loss of life mentioned, lots of angst and pining. This is an 18+ Only Blog.

A/N- Thank you so much to the people following, commenting, sending asks, and reblogging. Honestly, all of you are the reason we are this far in the series. I never thought I would get them here, but all your encouragement and love really made me want to make sure their story got told- the good and the bad. So many thanks to my beta, I hope you see this babes! Divider made by @firefly-graphics. The Chris edit in the moodboard was made by @justconfettiandsomeddew- Thank you for letting me use your work! It is such an incredible edit, when I first saw it I loved it. As always- comments and reblogs are much appreciated. 🐺💙

Chapter Three / Masterlist

 You burst out of the tent to breathe, your Little Wolf was distraught, you were trying to hold it together and your senses were swarming with the Alpha. 

Your Alpha. 

Fuck fuck fuck. 

The Little Wolf brushed against you, arching into your mind like a soft comfort that helped that knot loosens in your gut. 

What is he even doing here? 

<He is geared up for hunting. And I smelled Bucky around too.> 

You folded your arms around your chest in an attempt to calm yourself. It didn’t last long as you sensed him coming up behind you.

“Little One?” You stiffened at your name, almost bristling. Steve seemed to notice cause he corrected himself. “Y/N…” You waited but words seemed to fail him. Either not knowing what to say after all this time or gearing towards really spinning your world on its axis again, you turned to face him and really look at him for the first time in nearly a year.

Gone was the soft tufted locks of his that only edged blonde and a trimmed beard. Now his hair swept back, long and sun kissed blonde, his beard was rugged and looked several days untrimmed. His body filled out even more then before, his kevlar suit he was wearing was worn in places. Various changes had happened to it since the last time you had seen him in it. Deep lines etched around his eyes and forehead, making him look tired and demanding at the same time. His mouth was pressed thin, clearly holding himself in check around you. His eyes lingered around the column of your neck. 

“You look good, strong.” Steve finally said and you snapped.

Every fiber in your body was vibrating inside of you now. 

“I look good… That’s all you can think to say to me Steve after all this time?” You stalked closer, feeling yourself bristling while bringing yourself face to face with your former Alpha. 

Steve looked so uncomfortable and you took satisfaction in that while he stiffened.

“What are you doing here Y/N? This isn’t home.” 

“Home? Why would you care if I was ‘home’.” You made finger quotes and the satisfaction you felt at the angered flash in his eyes and how his jaw twitched, it was the best thing you had seen in a while. The Little Wolf snickered in your mind somewhere at the Alpha’s reaction. “Home where your cabin is, your pack? Why would I stay there Steve?” 

“You know that's all yours too Y/N, all of it I left to you, I never asked you to leave where you finally found home.” He barked out, the tendons in his neck standing out as his voice raised and you pushed forward. 

“Home was you Steve and you left me.” You snarled out, daring him to snap at you again, let him try to drag you back where you would be safe from the world and him. Around you both others gathered, the fighting having stopped and spectators were watching to see what would happen. You sensed Bucky coming up, your eyes darting to him. “Get control of your Alpha Buck. He is in my way.” 

“Uh-” Bucky stuttered to a stop, unsure of what was happening when you stepped away from Steve, brushing past everyone and going back to where the victims were to help them. 

T’Challa broke through the crowd gathered around, his gaze falling on the two wolves in the midst. Steve stood their watching you walk away, shaking slightly to restrain going after you. 

“Well a surprise I must say Steve.” He rumbled slightly as his gaze falling to Bucky. “You and the White Wolf both.” Bucky stiffened as he assessed the king, T’Challa didn’t let the critical gaze affect him as he matched the man. “What happened to you James is known as far as Wakanda. You have a sanctuary with us, if you want it.”

Steve seemed to snap his attention away from you and pay attention to what was going on before him. As if sensing Bucky was uneasy, he reached out to clasp Bucky’s shoulder, a barely there squeeze bringing the mistrusting man back, an all is safe move. Bucky gave a slight dip of his head and a soft. “Thank you.” 

“I must say though, I don’t expect you wolves to be out this far.” T’Challa pointed out before he glanced at those surrounding him, giving a soft snarl that sent them scattering back to their duties. “But how about you both join us back in Wakanda to discuss.” 

“We would be grateful,” Steve said, trying to appear focused on the king when his Wolf started howling once more for his Little One. You were so close and so far away. It pained him that he couldn’t feel you with him, even though he could see you helping the injured just steps away, ignoring him. 

It was wrecking havoc with you. You could sense him all around you, his Alpha scent was as strong as ever, maybe because you had missed it so much. But that smokey wood scent and cool metal wrapped in your mind and made your Little Wolf ache for her Alpha. It was also so close to your heat and worry swirled in your belly at the thought. 

The last few heats had not been so bad, hot sweaty nights and you had to let your imagination go to get off and find relief, the pain associated with being in heat was just an ache that you were able to abate. But now that Steve was here, back in your space, would your body rebel? Only find satisfaction in his touch. 

Fuck you hoped not. 

The Little Wolf whined loudly, curling in a ball in your mind as she tried to not push you to him, although you sensed she missed her Alpha as much as you did. Which infuriated you all that much more that you missed him. You focused on your task at hand as much as possible, kneeling next to Nakia while cutting bandages as she assessed the child in front of her. 

“Are we going home?” The girl asked, big giant eyes looking between you and Nakia, seeking some form of assurance and truth. Nakia’s eyes softened as she cleaned up the girl's arm. Everything about her was calm, warmth, what any mother would give. This Panther gave it so freely to anyone. It was one of the things you admired about her when you first met. 

“King T’Challa will bring you home with us Cub and then we will try to find your family.” She dabbed a wet cloth gently, twisting the girl’s arm carefully to make sure any abrasion the ties she was cut out of were cleaned off. 

“I don’t know if they are even alive.” The little girl whispered sadly. You could feel the tears starting up, but you pushed them down for now. “I just want to go home.” 

“Tell me about home?” You nudged at her while handing Nakia the bandages and the little girl started talking about her parents who loved her so much, her grandma who lived with her and told her stories of Bast the patron god of the Wakandan’s. When Nakia finished the bandage, her hands sliding up to cup the girl’s face and wipe her thumbs over her cheeks to wipe the smudged dirt and tear tracks dry. “Did your Grandmother ever tell you where Bast takes us?” 

The little girl shook her head and Nakia gave a smile, delving into the story of the Panthress to the sorrowed child. 

Listening silently nearby, your heart felt the heaviness of this story, the look on Nakia’s face was serene as she talked about a paradise that rivaled Wakanda. It also meant that she already knew from the cubs description, her family on the river didn’t survive. 

Returning to Wakanda with the survivors meant that your duties were done, T’Challa calling you away while they were settled in safe quarters for the night, the Queen taking over now that they were safely back in Wakanda. All you craved was a shower and to crawl into bed to be plagued by Steve being here. 

Instead you went to where T’Challa held debriefings. Slipping into a seat, you glanced around the room. Okoye was in her designated seat, along with Nakia who fidgeted, ready to return back to the survivors, other panthers of power within Wakanda, and then there, at the end of the table sat Steve and Bucky. 

Bucky looked on edge, you imagined the White Wolf in him would be bristling with energy. So many shifters in one space and Bucky was more of a lone wolf, typically keeping to himself even before he was captured. 

Steve was calm by appearance, but you could see his slight fidget where he was bouncing a leg underneath the table, clear blue eyes sliding face to face, categorizing friend or foe to those he considered in his protection. Meaning Bucky. You were no longer considered his. 

<You know Steve would step in if we were threatened.> Your Little Wolf chiming into your inner thoughts made you want to push her away and give you absolute privacy. But you couldn’t do that, not when you knew you both shared each other. 

I know he would, you are not telling me anything I don’t already know. 

<Then why are you lying to yourself?> 

Because it’s easier to think I don’t matter to him, okay! You watched as his eyes bounced to you occasionally, softening before his expression dropped to the table. Like he wasn’t allowing himself to look at you. But you didn’t miss the longing there. 

Good, let him suffer. You turned towards where T’Challa was calling everyones attention. “The camp was dismantled.” He announced and an approved mummer reverberated through the crowd. “Ulysses though managed to evade us.” You glanced at Okoye, her stoic features never breaking but you imagined she was upset that the mission didn’t pan out as planned. “But… Shuri…” T’Challa’s hand waved towards his sister, who chose this moment to bounce into the room with a cheery grin on her face, a tablet clutched to her chest. “Has a drone following his movements.” 

“Perfect.” You hear one of the panthers growl out, casting a mistrusting eye to Steve and Bucky at the end of the table. “Why do we have more wolves at the table then?” 

You knew you weren’t welcomed by everyone but to have Steve and Bucky elicit such a welcome made your Little Wolf growl sharply and it bubbled from you, a warning for anyone to try attacking them. Bucky stiffened slightly but Steve met the challenging panther’s gaze face on, unintimidated by the man. 

T’Challa cleared his throat to break the tension in the room. 

“I welcomed them, they too are hunting the same man that we are. Because I trust them…” You felt your heart sink, you felt it coming. “I am having them join us, Steve and Bucky are both well known for their skills in the field. Along with Y/N, where Shuri can’t track Ulysses, they can. None of you can deny that the wolves have a skill we panthers do not posses. Ulysses has been evading us for years, kidnapping our people, and stealing our resources. Even I’m not too proud to admit we need their help. With Y/N’s help, we’ve come closer than ever before” He leveled a look for any protesting panther at the table, but all of them kept their mouths shut. 

You would be working with Steve, closely. 

Steve really hadn’t expected T’Challa to just announce to the council that he and Bucky were joining them in hunting for Ulysses, Steve had wanted to tell you first, privately. Although he wasn’t sure you would give him the chance if he had tried. He watched you bolt from the table and Steve raced after you while you darted speedily as ever around the building. He lost track, but your sweet scent led him onwards till he found you stepping onto an elevator. Steve managed to dart in on the last second, receiving a look from you and the panther who was already in the elevator. 

“Pan.” You said in greeting before tucking yourself off to the side, ignoring Steve. 

“Y/N, are you joining me today?.” Pan purred at you, making Steve stiffen slightly. Pan glanced at him for a moment before silence fell in the elevator while it lurched to a move.

Steve took a moment to collect himself, feeling your anger in the small space. He just wanted to apologize for springing it on you, that he would have told you himself before if he knew T’Challa was announcing it to everyone. 

What are the chances you would have stayed in Wakanda to work with him if you had known about it? This was exactly what he was trying to avoid when he walked away, you had already been through so much with Pierce and him. But now here you were, together again. Part of Steve felt he should leave to give you your peace, remain hunting with the panthers and he move on. But his Wolf fought that instinct, aggressively. 

Seeing you again, that ache for you had not lessened any. He missed you, terribly. Even now how he yearned to reach out and wrap you up, soothe away the pain you couldn’t hide behind your anger. Your brows were pinched and your gaze purposely away from him. Your mouth tightened, much like it did when you were withdrawing into your mind, focusing on the Little Wolf. 

<Talk to her. Her yelling at you is better then this quiet.>

I’m waiting for the panther to get off. He doesn't need to be involved in this.

Right at that moment you stepped closer to the panther. 

“You know what Pan, I think I will.” 

Pan rolled his shoulder as if it was tensed and needed loosening. “Yes, that haul you dragged us through took more out of me than I expected.” Making you grin for the first time since Steve has seen you. It lightened up your face, the way you laughed in response. 

Some twinge of jealousy might have filtered through Steve that it wasn’t him doing that for you. 

“I promised you months ago that I wasn’t ever going to go easy on you.” You announced as the elevator dinged and with a sweep of the doors you stepped off, this time Steve didn’t chase after you. 

It was clear you didn’t want to listen to him. 

“So…” Pan started as he stepped outside into what was used as a training course, the wild jungle a maze of obstacles more difficult than anything T’Challa could have built. The tall man arched a brow your way while you followed him, refusing to look back at where you left Steve behind. “That was your Alpha?” 

“Yes.” You simply said, tilting your face towards the sun to let it soak in. 

“Do you want to talk about it.” Pan asked calmly, reaching over his shoulder to pull off his tank and let it fall onto a nearby bench before kicking off his shoes. You mimicked him, starting to strip and embrace the change. 

“What is there to talk about? He is here, I have to track with him and Bucky. Nothing to it.” The man gave a hiss of disbelief as you wriggled out of your pants, glancing at him momentarily. “It’s the truth.” 

“You are not a very good liar Wolf.” His lean muscular body started getting revealed, your gaze falling to the ground to respect his privacy while you sighed out. 

“All I want to do is get through this Pan… Help a girl out, will you.” You felt the Little Wolf rising in you, the shift always fairly quick. 

“Don’t I always? Come on… Kick my ass again.” Pan winked, his form falling away till a sleek panther made silent bounds away from you. You embraced the change, the overall freedom and wildness your Little Wolf resided in, and when you felt that energy brimming through you, you chased after the streaking black shadow into the depths of the jungle. 

Pan was one of the panthers that welcomed you, had life been different, you could have seen yourself attracted to the man. He was looming tall which made you feel dwarfed, easy going demeanor with sharp features but soft eyes that seemed to see into you. You and Pan had quickly become friends while working together and even the wild cat in him seemed laid back. Now as you tracked him, you caught him lazing above you, his paw draping down to cuff at you before he gave a yawn that flashed all his deadly sharp canines, his tongue lolling out before he snapped up higher in the trees, his roar a challenge for you to continue following him. 

The Little Wolf danced under the trees with her nose in the air and ears pricked, watching above for the dark dappled coat of his, beautiful even among the panthers, his coat almost sheened purple as dark as it was with darker spots making him appear dappled in the light. Bright green eyes were heavy among the intense blackness and his whiskers were fine as they graced around his face, helping him move among the narrowest of passages with ease. 

It was always fun to track Pan because he would give you a challenge, gliding along the canopy with ease and catching you unaware when he would drop suddenly, leading you onto the chase till your Little Wolf did what you do best. 

Even in this climate not at all suited for wolves, your speed couldnt be matched by the panthers. You always caught your target. 

Pan led you far away from the problems you were dwelling on, the big cat panting heavily as you followed him through the densest foliage, unsure of where the two of you were. You had never been in this section before, curious where he was taking you. He leaped atop a large fallen log, slippery with moss. His claws digging into the soft wood to keep his balance while his roar scared into the dense forest. You scrambled under it, and coming out the other side you skidded to a stop at a deep pool, wafting cooling air among the humidity that you let yourself wander closer to the crystal clear water. A small waterfall sounded nearby, making a cool mist rise around the pool to give it a shimmer. 

“I thought you could use a little Oasis time.” Pan smiled, back to his human form as he stepped into the water. Letting himself slip under the water. You could still clearly see the man shoot across the depths of the pool. 

It strangely reminded you of home with the massive lake where you spent countless hours with your family and friends. It made the Little Wolf whine, ears laying back as she padded forward. Pan heard you clearly after he surfaced, twisting nimbly in the water. “I am sorry Y/N? Do you not like swimming?” 

The Little Wolf pushed forward, sliding into the water and strongly paddling until much deeper then where you could touch and slipped under, letting the water surround you. It felt good, like home. You let the shift take over, your human body easily twisting in the water to spring back to the surface, taking a deep breath to refill your aching lungs. Drifting in place, you gave a shake of your head to Pan. “No, its… I love the water. Thank you for bringing me.” You let your fingers scoop some up and splash over your head, like it was a cooling rain cleaning your head. “It was just what I needed.” You were sure to keep your back to him, hiding the multitude of scars covering your back and shoulders.  

Your friend’s smile was brilliant at the praise as he slipped under once more.You let the water overtake you, the coolness sweeping into its embrace. 

The two of you splashed and lounged in the oasis for most of the day, drifting together and sharing stories about your lives, you kept yours light, remembering the few good times of your childhood before Pierce claimed you. Then the sky started to turn purple and stars dart above the pool. You both pulled yourselves out, stretching on the sun-warmed rocks to dry off. 

Finally, you were feeling at peace, even going back and facing Steve wasn’t making you want to go in a panic, as much as you were still dreading the way the conversation was going to go. 

You recalled Steve’s expression when you left the elevator, the regret and sadness etched in his features, but his head fell to break contact, letting you go while he watched you walk away this time. 

You almost yearned for him to come for you, demanding you to stop and talk to him although you probably wouldn’t have. Some pains didn’t always just go away with time and as hurt, as you were, you were still so angry with him for leaving you behind. 

It didn’t change how you felt about him though, you loved the Alpha. He made you feel safe and loved, even strong although you were much better equipped now. Your relationship with Steve had been so fast and intense from the first time you two met that it didn’t get many of these moments where life just was good. 

You often wondered what it could have been like if it got to be normal. Steve wasn’t dealing with being an Alpha to his pack and having to face the dangers you enlightened him to, what if Bucky had never been collared. What if you two just met and dated, and the Wolves got to court one another? 

“What are you thinking about Y/N?” Pan asked while he shifted closer to where you stretched out, pushing himself to sit up and you followed suit, hugging around your bent knees.

“How different things could have been at home if life hadn’t been so demanding.” Voicing your thoughts out loud. You missed the gleam of Pan’s gaze on you, your eyes wandering around the calm pool, soaking it in before returning to your mission with T’Challa. 

“If it had been different Y/N, we might have never met.” The deep voice purred, a hand suddenly coming to cup your cheek and tilt you to face him. You blinked in surprise at him, both you and your Little Wolf going still in the predator’s warm gaze. His soft eyes weren't there anymore, now they were sharp, studying you in seconds to decide if he was gonna kiss you. It wasn’t long when his resolve made him lean forward, pressing his lips to yours. 

You felt the air drain from you suddenly, a warmth blossom at the touch as you leaned into it, craving the feeling of being touched again by passionate hands. Your hands rose to drift up his muscled chest, pulling in closer till his hands spanned your waist to ease you into his lap. If felt so good, the way his long fingers flexed in their hold to grasp you just a little tighter with need, your core starting to throb at the slightest bit of intimacy you were given. 

You arched into him, feeling him hard against your belly while your kisses trailed to his neck, tasting the oasis water drying on his skin. He growled, his head tilting back while you explored the length of his neck, your teeth dragging along straining tendons. 

But it wasn’t Pan you were picturing, not his laughing brown eyes or quick to smile features. Steve continued to haunt you, his gaze boring into your heart and his Wolf’s mating song echoing through you. 

Guilt tingled your spine, a dread filling your excitement. Your Little Wolf howled distantly, her song for her mate, and your senses were filled with Pan, the way he felt so different against you, his body wasn't as welcoming as Steve’s had been, and his touch wasn’t that rough and calloused embrace that made you lose your mind. His smell didn’t make you feel like you were coming home, his taste on your tongue was wildly different. Pan wasn’t bad, physically he was everything anyone would want to be with, but you couldn’t. He nipped at your bond mark, making you growl sharply in a warning. But he missed your vocal warning and focused on your body instead. 

<This doesn’t feel right Y/N.> The Little Wolf drifted back, the excitement of being with someone fading. Now you felt smothered as he gripped your back with a hand to brush you against him, his purring rumbles pressed against your clavicle as he explored one of your breasts with another, cupping you and squeezing lightly. <You don’t want him, not like this.>

You steeled yourself for anger as you eased his face off your breast where he had been pressing kisses. “Pan, stop. Please, I can’t do this.” 

Immediately his touch faltered on you, easing away from you intimately and just letting his hands fall away to rest on the rock beneath him, giving the two of you space. You drew in air, trying to clear your aroused but disdained mind. You felt his very solid body underneath you, warm and ready, but it still felt wrong to be here. 

You pulled away, drawing yourself together with your arms covering over your breasts while you sniffled at yourself. “Y/N, You do not want this?” He tilted his head, shifting himself around so his hard cock wasn’t so prominent. His gaze sought yours till your eyes locked. 

You gave a shake of your head, sniffling. “Do the panthers have bonds like the wolves?” 

“No, even though in Wakanda we live so closely and have strong bonds, it is nothing like what I have heard the wolves have.” 

You smiled softly, shifting your hair just a bit to show the scar that Steve gave you. “They are very intense, but when you are bonded, you are so connected with your partner. I could feel Steve’s emotions, my wolf could be with his whenever she wished to be with her mate, and our wolves were together all the time. The Alpha and Little Wolf loved each other and took care of each other. Wolves are not built to be alone for long.” You let your hair fall back, covering your neck once more. “When Steve had to break our bond, it was so physically painful for me. For him too, I’m sure, but at that time Brock already had control of him.” 

“That must have been awful.” Pan said with empathy. 

You wrung your hands together, the fear of the memory making you fidget. “It was Pan, I felt like part of me was ripped from my soul. To see my other half disappear into a man I didn’t know and no longer feel his strength, passion, and love with me, I felt like a piece of me was cut out.”

“And that is why you two are no longer?” Pan curiously asked, easing closer to comfort you as your friend, nothing more. His hand reached for yours and you let yourself take it. Your hand squeezed his, your eyes tearing up. 

“No, Steve made that choice for us. Something in him broke the day of the attack and he walked away from me, deeming himself too dangerous to be involved or bonded to me any longer. He chose to become a Nomad.” Pan’s eyes widened in surprise. “Steve did what he did because he loved me and as angry as I am with him, as much as I want to rage at him for thinking I’m too weak to be with him, I still love him and that’s why I can’t do this with you.” 

“Ọkàn rẹ jẹ ti Nomad” Pan let his hand rest on his chest where his heart was. Your heart belongs to the Nomad

“Yes, it’s always belonged to Steve, even now my Little Wolf is howling his song to call him home, he is my mate, even when he isn’t.” The tears started to track down your face and Pan pulled in close to let his arm drape around you while you shook in your grief. 

Steve couldn’t help wandering near the entrance, waiting for you. His Wolf paced too, his ears constantly pricking to exam every sound, which here with the bustle of panthers coming and going along the late night jungle edging them, it was alot and made both of them anxious. Bucky had long since retired to his rooms, leaving Steve to keep his vigil alone, which gave him time to try and sort through the mess in his head. 

He let you go and what you did wasn’t his business. You seemed so happy and comfortable with the panther you left with. Have you moved on? As much as it hurt, making his very powerful Wolf whine at the thought of it, it was something Steve needed to consider. It was in every right for you to do and that made something sorrowful build in him. Steve wanted you safe and happy, you seemed to have just that, here. 

The Wolf growled, trying to draw him out of these thoughts. These were exactly what made him feel like he had to leave. 

But he just couldn’t pretend that their was nothing between you two, that was an even worst lie his Alpha wouldn’t accept and neither could he. 

So he waited, patiently, just to see you one last time today. 

Steve didn’t have to wait long. Your Little Wolf burst through the door into the main entrance, your coat gleaming from the jungles condensation catching in your fur, making you shake vigorously while a muscular panther prowled in after you, his large paws silent on the marble of the floor. 

Steve remained out of sight, caught up in watching you nuzzle under the panthers chin. His large pink tongue swept over your ears in affection and he bounded away up the stairs to the upper levels, leaving the Little Wolf behind. 

Steve almost called your name as you lost that bounce in your step from playing, padding towards the steps. Your Little Wolf looked stronger than ever Steve thought as he admired you. The Alpha Wolf yipped for you. 

Steve almost let him, but he saw your affection with the panther, the way you two were teasing and rubbing against each other. 

Let her go Alpha. 

<You know we can’t, we belong to her.> 

She is happy here, we are not about to take that away from our Little One again. 

<Even if she has taken another mate?>

Even then, she deserves better than I gave her. Steve's hands fisted at his sides, feeling a shiver of anger at himself. 

Steve watched you start for the stairs, pausing to lift your muzzle to sniff the air and whip your head around searching. But when neither of them made themselves known, you continued up to your rooms, alone.

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[fandomfluffandfuck]

That. Fucking. MOUTH

Oh my God i'm actually screaming inside what the fuck. LOOK AT BABYGIRL'S PRETTY LIPS DJSGJDGSJS but i'm really looking at this gif—

This fucking gif somehow awakened the med kink inside of me so this is gonna be a ramble that contains a mix of med kink and pup play (maybe a little guard dog ish?👀) But i swear s, look at his teeth, look at his lips. What if those fingers were replaced by someone else's? Maybe pup's getting his teeth and mouth examined every week. He's sittin on the carpet, blue eyes staring up at Buck cause how can he not? Daddy looks so gorgeous he wants to worship him all day, whine at his feet or even— “C'mon, open wide pup.” Bucky repeated his words cause he was sure that his pup didn't hear him the first time. Steve whines for a second, blinking a few times before finally doing so, Bucky only able to chuckle at how good his pup was. Bucky hummed softly, pushing his upper lip and fat bottom lip aside just so he could get a good look at those goddamn teeth of his, all sharp and strong. “You been taking care of these?” Bucky hums, his voice soft but somewhat stern as he looks down at the poor puppy, running the pad of his rubber covered thumb over Steve's canine teeth. Steve nods, face red from the humiliation of Bucky's fingers rubbing over his sensitive gums and tongue, hanging his jaw wide open— trying his best to keep his lips parted for daddy.

Ehgdjege in conclusion :

THOSE FUCKING LIPSSS 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

R I G H T ?

JESUS CHRIS(T), WHY IS HE ALLOWED TO LOOK LIKE THAT.

And, PRECISELY, that gif. That is the gutting gif. Like. Literally! You get it! It's absolutely giving 🤌🏻medical exam roleplay🤌🏻 Examining that pretty mouth to make sure everything looks nice and healthy.

(Don't do this to meeee! Guard dog? Guh.)

That's--

Yeah 😮‍💨😮‍💨

I love that.

Like, I am imagining that Bucky regularly carries out these exams of Steve, making sure his dog is constantly in the best shape possible. He wants Steve in good health for his own safety and comfort, of course, but he also wants him in good health to make sure that anyone Bucky wants to stay away is warded off.

Thanks to these exams, Steve is well-groomed with rippling muscles and white, shiny teeth. And, truthfully, there's nothing more frightening to someone who’s not where they are supposed to be than a well-trained guard dog with sharp teeth gleaming behind snarling lips, just waiting for the command to attack--completely obedient and loyal to their Master and ready to prove it.

Steve's greatest, deepest pleasure comes from doing as his Master says. He wants to please him badly. He will do anything to protect him.

Also, just, Jesus Christ, the mental image of Bucky beckoning Steve over to him with just a click of his tongue and a smooth hand gesture in order to examine him is too much.

So is the image of Steve (naked other than his heavy-duty chain collar) obediently sticking out his tongue for Bucky to stroke the length with two fingertips… too much... he goes farther, though. Bucky purposefully triggers his gag reflex to see his dog's eyes involuntarily water and force him to start to drool. He doesn't otherwise move a muscle, though; too well trained. As Bucky runs his finger along his pet’s gums under his lips, top and bottom, he watches, rapt, at how much more drool spills from his mouth all wet and shiny and pretty. There's a puddle collecting on the floor. Bucky knows that his dog would lick it up if he commanded him to. He would, he will, he always will listen to his Master.

Fuck me. 🥴

Thank you for giving me the excuse to let the intrusive horny thoughts win, lmao

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[daddyy333]

Masterlist

A lot of stories can be very triggering, please do not skip past the warnings they are there for a reason, my intent is never to hurt anyone, I just simply want to put my work out there for the people who can handle it and enjoy it

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Hi guys, I know that currently almost none of my links are actually working and I swear I’m working on it I just have next to no free time so it really dwindles my motivation to write and then on top of that have the remake my entire masterlist 😭 please be patient and thank you so much for everything I luv uuuuuu ❤️❤️❤️

I know I barely write anymore and am lucky if I put out one story a month, and it’s honestly because school is really just making it difficult to find the time and then on top of that motivation. I don’t have the same drive I used to when it comes to writing and it’s not as exciting or as much of a hobby as it used to be but I don’t want to stop if that makes sense. I love it but at the same time I don’t feel like doing it most days. Idk. I do my best and that’s all that matters. Love you 🫶🏻

Eddie Munson

“Can I do something insane?” (tw)

Cuddly

Panic Attack

Pancakes

“Yours”

Triple Date

Secret | Secret pt.2

Cats

Shitty Boyfriends

Future

Insecurities

Chilly

“Like what you see?”

Gone (tw)

Family (miniseries)

Touch Starved

Broken (tw)

“I love you”

Tired

Hickeys

His number one supporter

Needy

Take it

Take care of yourself

Joseph Quinn

POV: you’re dating Joseph Quinn and this is your camera roll (part 1 with the rest linked at the bottom

Joey, baby

Costume

Dancing in the rain

Interviews

Touch Starved

Hurt (tw)

Bath

It’s not okay (tw)

Jamie Campbell Bower

POV: you’re dating Jamie Campbell Bower and this is your camera roll (Part 1 with the rest linked at the bottom)

🎶cause I’m just a teenage dirtbag baby🎶

🎶cause I’m just a teenage dirtbag baby🎶

🎶cause I’m just a teenage dirtbag baby🎶

🎶cause I’m just a teenage dirtbag baby🎶

Bad Boyfriend

Interviews

Recovery (tw)

73 questions

Drunk

Just sex

Beach day

Steve Harrington

Teen dad!Steve Harrington Blurb

His hardworking girl

Shittiest boyfriend ever

Robin Buckley’s Step Sister

dad!steve harrington fluff

Approval

Headache

Robin Buckley

Tall Robin x short girlfriend blurb

Tall y/n x Robin

Sick

😳🤨…

Dr. Buckley

modern!mom!robin buckley x pregnant!reader

band kid!Robin x color guard!y/n

Just checking

Maya Hawke

POV: you’re dating Maya Hawke and this is your camera roll (part 1 with the rest linked at the bottom)

🎶cause I’m just a teenage dirtbag baby🎶

🎶cause I’m just a teenage dirtbag baby🎶

🎶cause I’m just a teenage dirtbag baby🎶

Stressed

Cuddles

😳🤨…

Starving

Giggles

Lo’ak

Worthy

Patience

Sensitive

Come back to me

Neteyam

Why do you hate me?

Lonely

Neteyam Smut blurb

No regrets

I like it

Say something

Sebastian Stan

Lovebirds

Te iubesc

Bucky Barnes

Bucky, please

Hard day

CW!Bucky Barnes

Overworked

Chris Evans

In love

Steve Rogers

“I’m scared”

Henry Cavill

Nothing

Henry Cavill Fluff

Chris Sturniolo

Secrets out

You’re drunk

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[cevansbaby-dove]

Movie night 18+

Warnings: Smut I'm sorry but this idea popped into my mind hehe.

Pairing: Chris and Ellie.

Chris walked downstairs after putting Christina to bed. He sees Scott and his mom in the living room talking. Chris looks at Ellie who is washing dishes in this outfit.

Chris walks behind her wrapping his arms around her. "Hey" She smiles drying her hands on the towel. "Hi Chris" he kisses her cheek. "You alright?"

Ellie nods. "yes, why do you ask?" He kisses her cheek once more. "just making sure" He looks at Lisa and Scott and then says to his wife. "I was kind of hoping they would be gone by now"

Ellie turns and looks at them and says softly. 'Chris they want to stay for a few hours...we have other times" he says. "I know but...still"

Scott says. "Okay you guys how about a movie." Chris and Ellie turn and She smiles saying. "I would love that Scott!" Chris groans softly. 'Ok sure" Lisa smiles. "you two ok over there?"

Chris and Ellie nod. "yup!" They said at the same time.

Scott says. "you two up to something in the kitchen? gross!" Lisa hits her son's arm. "Scott be nice your not married remember"

"Ouch Ma! I know I know you keep reminding me every few days" He shakes his head and Ellie smiles walking into the living room. "We're Ok"

Chris and Ellie sit on the love seat and Chris grabs a blanket and throws it over them and Scott says. "Cuddles...yuck"

Ellie laughs softly wrapping her arms around Chris. "we like it" Lisa sends them a smile. "Scott is just Jealous, don't mind him"

Chris smiles. "Where is Steve man? he always comes over for movie night"

"Oh he's working...I'm heading back in a few days too I only came over to see the new little one"

Ellie smiles. "aw he didn't come to see us Chris?" Chris smiles lightly rubbing ellie's arm. "nah he likes Christina more than us I guess"

Lisa laughs. "far from the truth you two" Ellie yawns as the movie plays and Chris whispers in her ear. 'Tired?" Ellie leans her head on Chris's chest and says. "A little"

Ellie silently sighs, and then shakes her head with a smile. "I'm sorry guys, but I'm exhausted... I'll see you tomorrow, have fun!" Ellie says to Scott and Lisa before standing up and walking away after they said goodnight.

Before Ellie walks up the stairs she look back at the living room and sees Chris looking at her with a smirk, he knew she wasn't that tired.

Ellie looks at him, raising her eyebrows and telling him to come with her. He gives His wife a sweet smile that always melted her heart, and looks back at the movie before saying goodnight as well.

Ellie walks up the hall way and heads into the bedroom,then sits on the bed waiting for Chris. He slowly walks in shutting the door and locking it in place. "Hey baby" he silently says, giving her a quick kiss on her lips.

"Come here, Chrissy" Ellie giggles, wrapping her arms around him and kissing his lips. He smiles during the kiss, and wraps his arms around her waist again.

Chris lifts her up making her wraps her legs around his waist, he kisses down her neck. "Not going to sleep uh?" She smiles. "No.."

He turns around, slowly lays her down on the bed and hovers over ellie. She softly smiles during the kiss, before he starts kissing her neck once more.

Ellie works his shirt and joggers off then Chris finds her sweet spot quickly, and sucks on it. Ellie silently moans and arches her back, giving him enough space to take the top off.

He gets it off of her, and throws it off the bed. Suddenly, his kisses make their way down to her hardened nipples.

He cups Ellie's right breast with his hand, and starts sucking on her left nipple. Ellie silently moans again, and gently take his hair in her hands.

Without a warning he switches. He starts sucking on her left nipple, cupping her right breast in his hand.

"fuck I missed this" He said causing Ellie to gasp. "me too"

Chris looks into her eyes. "all the way?" She smiles. "yes please"

He kisses down her thighs, getting closer and closer to her clothed clit. thankfully she's only wearing the shorts, no panties in sight but he didn't know that.

Her shorts were soaked by how slow he was with her, he loved taking his time with her. He slowly removes her shorts after looking at her for permission again (Consent is very hot 😉)

Chris smiles seeing how wet Ellie was. "Maybe we should do movie night more" He said. Ellie chuckles. "maybe"

He moves his head closer to her clit, making her breathe even faster. , Ellie's mind fills itself with flashbacks from their previous sexy times they had, She is brought back to now when she feel his tongue entering her folds.

Ellie loudly gasps at the sudden movement, and grab his hair lightly pulling on it.

He starts slowly licking her folds, taking all the time he has. She loudly moans feeling him do this, and he starts to suck on her clit. she gasp yet again, and then throws one of her legs over his shoulder without thinking.

Ellie moans again, a little louder than before until Chris inserts one finger into her entrance. She moan again, still trying to control myself, but it's getting harder and harder to keep quiet.

Before ellie knows it, Chris pushes another finger into her. "Oh God..." She whispered underneath her breath.

He starts to move his fingers in and out of her, in a perfect but slow pace, still sucking on her clit. It only takes a little while, and she feels herself getting closer to her climax.

"Chris...hmm" She said unable to say anything.

Chris takes his boxers off and looks at Ellie. "You ok?" She nods. 'yes i'm ok.."

He lines himself up with her and pushes into her slowly letting her adjust to his size, she and him haven't had sex in a while after Christina's birth Ellie hasn't felt like making out with Chris due to the pain she went through.

Chris starts to move slowly and gently when she bites her lip feeling him.

The both of them moan, kiss and take deep breaths as he keeps moving in and out of her, making sure that she feels good and comfortable.

"Chris...fuck that feels good" She said as he kisses her softly. Her nails scratch on his back while he kisses Ellie's neck before going back to her lips, and Ellie was getting closer and closer to her orgasm.

The combination of Chris thrusting into her slowly and kissing her lips, sends her over the edge again. She moans into his mouth, placing one of her hands in his hair while the other one scratches over his back.

She feel Chris's cum filling her up at the exact same time. He silently growls, and God, it's hot like always.

"fuck!" Chris said as She bites his lip. "Ellie that was...very hot" She smiles. "Glad you liked it"

They both catch their breathes for a second, before cuddling up to each other. He asks Ellie as he kisses her cheek and neck. "Do you hurt anywhere?"

She looks at him. "No I feel great" She kisses him then says. "We really should sleep..."

She yawns as if on cue. Chris chuckles. "okay let me go make sure ma and Scott are ok" He gets out of bed and grabs his stuff and gets dressed and Ellie lays in bed and falls right to sleep when Chris comes back. He smiles and lays by her and look at the baby monitor and see's Christina is sound asleep.

Chris looks at Ellie and kisses her forehead then falls asleep.

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[majaloveschris]

I understand why it's hard for people to confine him and his work/character, especially if you are disappointed in him. It's still hard for me too, but he was really good in PH.//

But by supporting his work you're lining his pockets and hers therefore supporting racism and anti semitism. I flatly refuse to watch anything he is in, he married a scumbag therefore he is one.

I know you won't post this because you support him and everything he stands for...it's vulgar

I think "supporting" means two different things for us.

Watching that movie once was not "supporting" to me. I said it/he was good, and that's it. Do you see me posting gifs, screenshots, or promoting the movie, him in any other way? I don't think so. That would be "supporting".

I expressed several times how I don't agree with everything Alba and her friends stand for, and I also explained that I don't agree with his personal life choices.

There were other people in that movie I liked, so even if Chris wasn't in it, I would've watched it. I'm pretty sure there are other people who watched it for Emily and other people.

There are people who will watch his movies, and there are a lot of people who watch his older ones. There are a lot of people who are making TikTok edits and posting pictures and gifs; they are supporting him. I just watched a movie—not even several—one time.

If you think I support this whole thing, then you clearly don't know me or have read my post; therefore, you can't write down a proper opinion.

Me thinking this is somewhere fake may cause me to believe he isn't like them, but this doesn't mean I agree with the whole thing, which, again, you would know if you've read my posts, and you could also see that I spend less time here since the "wedding."

I think you should say this to those who clearly don't care about their behavior and have never even said anything. A lot of people try to separate him from his roles because they like Steve or Ransom, and they want to watch those movies because they aren't him. Steve and all of his characters aren't Chris.

Posting about him, about his interviews, or about something that personally connects to him could be called supporting, but watching your favorite Marvel movie or PH is not. At least I don't think so.

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[musette22]

I'm hating something that I'm seeing. i know you're not reading reviews, and yes please DO NOT DO IT cause they're mean as hell, however, i am doing it and something I've noticed is that very often people ask actors, in this case Chris, to do other roles different apart from their most famous one but when they do it they critize that too because it looks/feels "like a miscast", so how the hell do they want Chris to step away from Steve but when he does it they're like "actually, no.. he's miscast". these people frustrate me non stop. Please everyone let's just support Chris' projects. He is much more than just Steve. I'd say he deserve such better but given that he's the one producing this project i just know he wanted this to have fun 💛

Chris is a lot more versatile than people give him credit for, as an actor. He was the PERFECT Steve Rogers, but like you say, that's not all there is to him, and he's been proving that - convincingly so - time and time again again after he parted ways with Marvel (and even before that). And he's also spoken repeatedly about how he chooses his projects based on how excited they make him and how much he wants to do them, rather than with some big career objective in mind. Of course, everyone is free to think of that what they like. Personally I say, good for him! I can also imagine why some people would prefer it if he were more strategic about it, but ultimately it's no one's business but his.

If you call yourself a Chris Evans fan, then I'm going to assume you want the best for him, and no one knows what's best for him better than he does himself. Thinking otherwise is frankly very entitled. Again, people are free to have an opinion on his career choices, but complaining about them non-stop online is just so unnecessary and honestly pretty rude. As long as Chris is doing what makes him happy, I'm happy too 💛

#and I truly loved ghosted #it was entertaining as hell #which was clearly the goal #so I'd say it was a success 🤷🏻‍♀️ #chris evans #ghosted #minnie answers