Elliott-calls - Elliott

Protective

[ Protective: Adjective 1. Intended to protect someone or something. 1.1. Having or showing a strong wish to protect someone or something. ]

You sat at the nearest bench you found, Spencer following after you. He looked around, not being pleased by all the people waiting for the underground. Looking at him, you could notice how he shifted sometimes from one side to another, which made you chuckle.

“We love a full train, don’t we?” You joked, although Spencer didn’t find it amusing, and turned his gaze to you.

“We could have just taken a taxi or even our car. This place is crowded, Y/N.” He said, his hand rubbing your 7 months baby bump.

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I got back into playing Minecraft so....🌚🌝

You kinda being a “guest” on the podcast and you and David have been dating while so Jason is asking you guys all these like personal questions about ur relationship and sex life like who’s the loudest and you get shy

i love this so much i think i imagine being on the podcast with him the most, just because i talk so damn much lmao.

you’d be the first person david announces as an actual special guest who’d talk for the entirety of the episode (we all know how weird he was about someone being a legitimate guest). he’d ask you to for weeks and despite not really wanting to do it, you finally caved this week.

jason would start off the conversation innocently enough.

“so, you’re david’s girlfriend,” your laugh would interrupt him. “what’s it like dating this psychotic asshole?”

“um, he’s less of a psychotic asshole when you hold him like a baby at night and actually do the work for him at the airport. he’s my psychotic asshole,” you tease, and the listeners wouldn’t be able to see, but his face would be twisted up in faux offense.

“alright what the fuck is this? babe say something nice about me.”

“he’s very romantic. like all those podcast episodes where he sounds really romantic, that translates into real life,” you lean into him, hands wrapped tightly around the microphone.

jason chimes in, “what’s your favorite date you’ve been on with him?”

“umm, my favorite date? fuck okay, it would probably be that night where we drove to that ipic theatre to watch a movie, but on the way there the tesla ran out of charge. and instead of immediately calling support like a normal fucking person, david ran to the closest gas station to get flowers and snacks and we sat on the hood of his car and talked shit and looked at the sky instead.”

jason would cackle the entire time, because as romantic as it was, it was a totally ridiculous david thing to do.

“that’s your favorite? that was like, my lamest fuckin’ date ever,” david would look down at you, but all smiles.

“it was very sweet baby, and like, super authentic to your crazy ass.”

jason would fake gag.

“you’re actually also david’s first relationship after his relationship with liza, which was crazy public. and they had the biggest breakup of the century,” he’d joke.

david would cut in for you, not wanting you to have to address his ex girlfriend — “yeah, she’s the only person who i really look at and go, i want a future with her. so after liza there were a bunch of girls and i just always felt like i didn’t want anything with them. and when you meet someone who you can fuckin’ just have a good time with, you want to keep them. that’s her.”

you’d press your face into his neck at his answer, half in awe that he spoke about you that way, and the other grateful that you didn’t have to speak on it.

and then, jason’s taking questions around a different corner.

“so we talk about sex on this podcast a lot. y/n, be honest. does david have a big dick?”

your jaw would drop, letting out little laughs.

“jason, fucking huge.”

then everyone is laughing, and ilya would lean into jason’s mic.

“bro. you should try fucking living with them. i deadass have to get hotels every time they come home from dates because they’re so damn loud.”

“david, who’s louder?” jason and ilya are literally choking on their laughter.

you’d be deep red, holding in your giggles.

“that is private information. unless one day i really sell out and release our sextape.”

Montain and Packed Lunches (Dad!Chris Evans Blurb)

Requested by @ilovetheeagles. I’m sorry It took so long, hun but I hope you enjoy this one, I really liked writting it!

Type: Dad!Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: None!

“Mommy, I’m hungry!”

“Mom, Theo is kicking my leg!”

“Dad! Oliver won’t stop playing that game you won’t let him!”

“That’s a lie!”

And then you could hear a baby babble in the middle of all those requests and complaints. Your hand was resting on Chris’s leg as he drove, and you turned around slightly, looking at your kids.

“We’ll do a stop in a few minutes, we eat and take a walk, what do you guys think?” You asked them, watching and hearing them all cheer. You chuckled turning to Chris. “Your kids are very demanding… Wonder where they got it from…”

Chris had a hint of a smirk on his lips, but before he could answer you, he quickly checked Oliver through the rearview. “Hey, buddy. Turn that game off. I thought I had uninstalled it.” He warned him once, and even If he was complaining while doing it, Oliver shut the game down.

“Sorry, dad.”

“No worries.” Chris gave him a small smile, turning his attention again to you. “Now, you.” He said in a more serious tone, making you giggled. “If I remember, I married this girl, and the first time we met she made me buy coffee for her because I spilled hers. I was going to do It anyway, but she got ahead of herself. Sounds demanding to you?” He arched one of his eyebrows, laughing.

You could feel your cheeks getting warm, and just smiled while looking at the street, intertwining your fingers with Chris’s.

You stopped by a natural park area where you had picnic tables and then could take a walk through the forest.

Chris wrapped the baby straps around his torso and picked up Noah that comfortably rested against his dad’s chest. You picked up Theo and helped Mia unbuckle her seatbelt. “Come on guys, let’s sit by that table over there.” You pointed as Chris took the backpacks from the back of the car.

You ate the snacks you prepared knowing that the drive was long to the lake house so you would need to make a stop.

“Dad goes on the front, he can fight bears!” Oliver said as a matter of fact his pointing finger sticking up as he said it.

“And mom can go on the back because she is very good at not losing us,” Olive said, making Chris playfully scoff.

You laughed and chuckled, leading Mia by your hand, as you pushed Theo’s stroller, all of you enjoying some fresh air before you went back on the road.

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Lost Without You - Part 1 - Thomas

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Title: Fake It Till You Make It

Pairing: Thomas/Reader

Word Count: 11,083

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Oral (both receiving), First Time Sex (kind of), Experiment sex, Thomas’ bad luck with sex, Unprotected Sex, It’s pretty sappy and fluffy

Notes: Low and behold, the sappiest Thomas smut in the world (don’t quote me on that). Roughly 12 hours of writing and this is the result. THE GOOD NEWS THOUGH. This is just PART 1. There will be at least 2 more parts, one for each movie. When will the next one be out? I don’t fucking know lol. Till then, lemme know what you think and give me suggestions for future parts!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3A | Part 3B | Part 3C | Epilogue

The shovel dug into the mud and dirt under his worn-out boots, the metal seeping deep into the ground. A deep sigh escaped his lips, his arm brought up to wipe the sweat off his brow without a care for the dirt and grime that coated his skin. Leaning forward on the wooden handle of the shovel, the greenie let his whiskey-colored orbs scan over the vast green pasture called the Glade, taking in every feature he may have missed seeing over the past week.

That’s right. Just one week ago was when Thomas arrived in the box, his mind void of any memories. The only thought that ran through his mind was one word: run. It didn’t turn out for the best when he found himself face first in the ground and then locked in a cell for a few hours to keep him from running off again.

He learned his lesson that first day.

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