Girlies, gays and everything in between, I am so incredibly sorry I have let y’all hanging for what feels like forever. I have been soooo busy lately, it was exam season, I’m still recovering from my surgery and I’m working on a bigggg project ( not writing though). I just wanted to come on here quickly and let you guys know I’m still alive basically and I have some cool things coming up that I can’t wait to share with y’all!!
A/N: This idea has been stuck in my head ever since I first thought about it. I hope I did this gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous man justice. Enjoy, especially you, @howlinoutside !
Summary: A quiet evening at home suddenly becomes more.
Warnings: Fluff, hurt/comfort, emotional vulnerability, implied past trauma, established relationship.
You're on the couch, reading your book. A couple of scented candles were lit, pine, your favourite. It was almost time for Evan to get home.
The two of you have settled into a little routine. When he gets home, there'll always be a drink and some food ready for him, and you'll talk about each other's days.
You're pouring him a glass of whiskey when the door creaks open.
Evan slips off his boots before moving toward the couch, sitting in the exact same spot as always. The one with a clear view of the front door. As if even at home, he can’t quite turn his instincts off. It makes you worry for him and feel safe at once.
'Here you go, love' you say as you hand him his drink and a plate of leftovers from last night. You know he barely eats during the day.
'Thank you' he nods his head in response.
He eats his fill as you start talking about your day, the only responses you get are a little nod or hum here and there.
'So how was your day?'
It's silent for a beat before he starts talking, the pause is long enoug for you to recognize it. He's quietly calculating how much to tell you.
You know what his job entails, yet he still feels that if you see for yourself how far he has to go, you'll walk. Evan isn't controlling, not really. He has just one rule: you don't watch the show. None of the live interruptions either. He says it's to protect you.
You know what it's really about. Still you oblige.
He sighs and settles on his answer. 'Long,' you nod and settle back into the couch. You place your book on the table beside you. The movement is small, but it's enough for Evan's back to straighten and his shoulders to tighten.
'We don't have to talk if you don't want to, you know.' It's a statement. Not a question. Nor a test.
'I know,' he replies, his eyes fixed on the wall behind you.
You take his plate to the kitchen. The quiet stretches.
Alone on the couch, he swallows hard. Evan curses himself. He hates this, the way he shuts down, the way his mouth won't form any words.
He wants to try harder for you. For both of you.
You hear him sigh as you walk back in the main living area. You don't ask him what's wrong, you know he just needs a minute.
'I used to not be like this,' he says finally, eyes dropping to the floor, 'I used to be..., normal.' His jaw tightens. 'I'm sorry if I can't be what you want.'
You take a seat a bit closer to him than you usually do. He notices.
'I don't need you to be different,' you say. 'I love you, exactly like you are.'
He cautiously meets your eyes. He starts searching your face for any signs you're lying. You just nod and smile softly at him.
Slowly, you place your hand over his.
His breath gets caught in his throat.
He goes still for a second, then, inch by inch, his shoulders loose their tension. The sharp edge in his gaze dulls, just a little.
Right here, with you, he's safe.
And then his fingers curl around yours. Certain.
He's chosen you.
And Evan doesn't let go once he does.
Feel free to let me know your thoughts or any feedback you may have!
A/N: I'm so sorry for making you wait this long for part two. I've been so busy with the holidays, but alas. I would like to give a special thanks to @emmmmmmmms-blog for helping me out on this one as a beta-reader. Hope you enjoy! I don't currently have a setup for part three, but if you would like to see the aftermath, let me know, and I'll get to cooking.
Summary: Evan confronts you about your lack of professionalism, but is that really what's all this about?
Warnings: Jealousy, hurtful language, angst
You and Evan had agreed to spend the weekend at your place. Yet, you didn't expect him to walk through the door.
The air changes when he steps inside. It's heavier. Suddenly, you are too aware of the four walls of your apartment, the way they seem to be closing in on you.
He doesn't take his boots off right away.
Doesn't walk over to give you a kiss.
Doesn't even look at you.
You know why he's acting like this. You've been preparing for this moment since Evan walked out of the med bay that afternoon. Yet, now that he's here, standing only a few feet away, you can't seem to find the words you need to say.
He finally looks at you.
'How was team building?'
You're fucked.
'Evan, you're reading into things. Carl was just trying to show me a funny cat video. That's all.'
His face is unreadable.
'Could've done that from a distance.'
You sigh.
This is not the first time you've had this conversation.
'It's not a big deal.'
Evan looks into your eyes for the first time tonight.
'It can be. For some people.'
"Are you 'some people'?"
Evan doesn't answer.
He sighs deeply, running a hand through his already messy hair.
His gaze drops to the floor.
'You don't see the problem. It's unprofessional.'
'Evan I-'
You don't get a chance to finish.
He raises his voice slightly.
'Can't you see how it looks? He was breathing down your neck.'
He exhales loudly.
'You didn't push him away. He thinks you're available.'
This is where you draw the line.
You know Evan is right here.
But it's not fair of him to blame you for someone else's actions.
'Everyone thinks I'm available,' you say, heat creeping into your voice. 'Because no one can know about us. You said that.'
You start using your hands to try to emphasize your point.
'This seems like a conversation you should have with Carl,' you add. 'Since you're so concerned about his behaviour.'
'But I'm talking to you,' Evan snaps. 'About your actions.'
His words come out harsher than he intends.
'It makes you look easy. Standing that close and laughing while you're working.'
You don't respond.
And Evan knows, without a doubt, that he fucked up.
You laugh.
You actually start laughing.
'Oh, I'm sorry,' you say, breathless. 'It's just-'
You shake your head, the sound of your laugh fading.
'You're just one to talk, that's all.'
Evan frowns.
'What's that supposed to mean?'
You step closer.
'You're jealous,' you say. 'You're not worried about professionalism. You're not worries about boundaries.'
You straighten your back as you look him directly in the eye.
'You're just jealous.'
The weight of your words hangs thick in the air.
Evan looks away first and exhales sharply.
'Don't put words in my mouth.'
You laugh again, but the sound feels empty.
'Then what is wrong with you?' you ask. 'Because we both know this isn't about Carl.'
Evan looks tired.
Not angry.
Not cold.
Just tired.
His head snaps back up. He snaps, 'I can't lose you!'
The room goes quiet.
You don't respond.
Evan's jaw tightens. He swallows hard.
'I won't let that happen.' He adds, his voice back to normal again. Controlled.
Final.
The words settle heavy between you.
He doesn't leave.
And neither do you.
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You could call it being Evan's dirty little secret. No one knew about your relationship, and no one ever could.
You were a medic for The Running Man. You patched up the hunters more times than you could count, especially Evan McCone. With the number of times he's ended up in your bay, some kind of bond was inevitable. Neither of you expected it to turn out this way.
Today, you were working the medic bay with your coworker Carl. You'd always suspected he had a little crush on you; he was always standing too close and asking for help with things he knew how to do. Just like now, he leaned in to show you a video on his phone, close enough that you could feel his breath on your cheek, personal space was optional.
Evan walked in the bay while clutching his side, his clothes already darkened by the blood spilling out of what one could assume was a stab wound.
By the time you felt his stare burn into your back, he'd been standing there for a while. Long enough to see Carl getting too comfortable. Long enough to see Carl's hand move towards your lower back to rest it there. Long enough for something heavy and sharp to settle in his chest.
Evan knew he couldn't react.
Couldn't say or do anything.
Still, the only thought in his head was how easily he could make the man touching what was his disappear.
You turned around and met his icy gaze, he was staring daggers. Not at you, never at you. Carl was the unfortunate recipient of Evan's silent rage. Evan might not be able to directly react, but he could and would make life harder for your coworker.
'Chief,' you said evenly, forcing professionalism and indifference into your voice. 'What can we do for you today?'
Evan's eyes stay locked on Carl for a moment longer before he spoke. 'Getting cozy in here,' he said flatly.
Carl, unaware of the tension in the room, chuckled. 'Just some team-building, Cap-'
Evan's jaw tightened. 'That's Chief McCone to you.'
Carl straightened slightly, finally noticing the shift in the air around him
'Chief McCone-' you tried, stepping in.
'Never mind,' Evan cut in, already turning away. 'I'll fix this myself.'
His eyes flick to you for just a second. Cold. Closed. Controlled.
'Wouldn't want to interrupt team-building.'
He left before you could stop him. You watched the door swing shut, your chest tightening. You knew it was going to be a long night, here at work, and most definitely at home.
There will be a part two.
I hope you enjoyed, and I'll see you in the next one!!
A/N: This is my first time attempting to write smut, so bear with me, haha. Any feedback or tips are welcome. At the end of this post will be another poll as well. I have a few one-shots drafted up, so let me know which one you want to read first. Hope you guys enjoy!!
He's quiet and intense; he doesn't rush. He's relishing in the moment. With every soft touch, it almost feels like he's trying to memorize every inch of you, like every time might be the last.
He notices everything; he is alert, always. Every little shift, he picks up on it. The way your breathing changes when he hits that one spot, or the way your body moves when you're close.
He loves teasing; he loves how you squirm underneath him, not out of fear but out of pleasure. The way your eyes fill with tears after every edge. He's the lean-in-and-pause type, his lips hovering over yours, you can almost taste him, but he's making you close the gap. He gives you what you want in the end, but he's got to have his fun first.
He's big on eye contact; he's still convinced you're not real. He will never truly believe life gave him a second chance in the shape of you. Making eye contact, especially in moments like these, reassures him. You're not going anywhere, his rough edges don't scare you. If you look away, he gently tilts your chin back. He needs to see you, needs that connection, needs to know you’re choosing him as much as he’s choosing you.
Whimper his name, and he's done; pride and love swell in his chest. Hearing his name coming from your lips like that makes him come undone. Seeing you letting yourself be so vulnerable for him, seeing the trust you have in him, it's so unlike the rest of his life.
His style depends on his mood; sometimes he's rough, sometimes he's soft. After a particularly hard day with his frustration and anger at an all-time high, you'd better be ready when he comes home because he will be taking everything out on you. Other days, he's softer, still rough around the edges, maybe some light choking or slapping.
I really hope I did him justice with these headcanons, let me know what you think!
As promised here you guys can vote for the one-shot :)
One-Shot Evan McCone
Jealousy
Domesticated
Almost Exposed (the Network is catching wind of Evan's attachments)
i have two moods when it comes to the running man 2025
one is "Fuck yeah, this movie rules. Ben Richards is a badass protag. This movie is literally so punk rock, getting political in a way most movies are afraid to do. Agab, kill all execs."
and the other is "Jesus fucking Christ Evan McCone is hot I need him."
Hey guys!! I’m so sorry I’ve been MIA for like 3 weeks by now but I just got out of the hospital after I needed emergency surgery to get my gallbladder removed. As you can guess this whole situation has taken a lot out of me, I’m slowly coming back around again though! I’m hoping to get a piece or maybe two out this week, what do you want to read more? Let me know down below :)
A/N: Since you guys liked my previous post about McCone, here's another one. I just KNOW the angst with this man would be unreal. Hope you enjoy!! Be aware, this contains spoilers for The Running Man (2025)!!
Constant conflict; mostly with his own thoughts and feelings, but he will take it out on you. Ever since you came into his life, he has been in this constant state of confusion, disbelief, and fear. He doesn't think himself worthy of another chance- of you. He vowed to never let anyone close ever again after his family was killed, but he broke that promise. He feels immense guilt, not only toward his old family but also toward you. He knows you can find someone better, someone without all the baggage he carries. While part of him struggles to accept you, another part can’t let you go. He won’t admit it, but with you, he’s almost at peace. And that terrifies him. He’s scared you’ll be ripped from his grasp if he doesn’t stay vigilant. This internal conflict will show in the way he's both possessive and protective of you while also trying to push you away. It's this constant game of push and pull, and he wonders when you'll get tired of it and leave him.
Hesitant when it comes to saying 'I love you'; again, because he's scared. He's terrified of being vulnerable. You absolutely have his love and devotion, but he struggles to show it. Having feelings is a weakness to him, a vulnerability that can be exploited. Saying those three words makes those feelings real and harder to push away or ignore. With a whole lot of patience, you might coax the words out of him, but he's just more of an acts of service kind of man.
Safety means more than freedom; especially where you're concerned. As head hunter, he plans ambushes on contestants, and everyone knows how those contestants meet their spectacular, dramatic ends. It's not safe to be out and about on the town where these ambushes take place, and while he isn't allowed to tell you anything, he has his own ways of keeping you safe. One time, he took your car keys so you couldn't go to work and had to stay home because he knew something was probably going to happen in that area later that day. When he came home and saw you were furious, he already regretted it, yet he couldn't bring himself to apologize. He kept you safe, and that's all that matters.
Punishes himself; he pushes you away constantly for your own good, but also to punish himself. One day, you've had enough. After a big emotional fight, you actually threatened to leave him. This was his breaking point, and the only time you'll see this man cry. You froze in your tracks and went to comfort him, but he wouldn't let you close; he's ashamed, among other things. He leaves before you can, the ultimate punishment for the ultimate crime: hurting his one and only love.
I'm sorry for that last one, guys!! Hope you still enjoyed :)).
A/N: There isn't enough fanfiction available at this point, so I decided to give you, and myself, something to fantasize about. I tried to stay true to his complex character and duality, but in a way that allows romance to be possible. Be aware, this contains spoilers for The Running Man (2025)!!
He hates that he cares; he's furious with himself for having feelings for someone. Attachment is a vulnerability, and it could be used against him. Besides that, it's not safe for you to be on the receiving end of his attachment. At first, he'll try to ignore his feelings, but he understands what's going on. Before he became the head hunter, he was just a man, a man who had loved. He used to have a family before the Network killed them and made him take the deal. He can't put himself in a position like that again. But no risk, no gain, right?
A protector, even though he refuses to acknowledge it; it's technically his duty to keep the citizens safe, and you're a citizen. He'll subtly try to reroute you when he knows shit might go down somewhere when you're running errands. 'How about you stay home today, rest a bit, I'll run by that store you always get your make-up remover from.' He'll show up at exactly the right time, almost as if he were watching you, ready to protect you. He is going to try and brush your comments off and say it's just his duty, although it's painfully obvious it isn't.
Shows his affection in a subtle way; he can't show he cares to the outside world too much. Your relationship is a secret, obviously, for your own safety. He might straighten your clothes or collar for you with the excuse 'you have to look professional', secretly, he just wants to touch you to remind himself you're real. His touches may linger, which might seem accidental, but it isn't.
He's closed off, but he allows you to see some cracks; he can't fully open up, and you know this. It's not that Evan doesn't trust you, it's not safe for you to have information that you could be tortured for. He might slip some details about his past or doubts about the Network, nothing substantial though. It scares him when he lets something slip, since trusts doesn't come natural to him anymore. Act like nothing happened when he let's something slip, it eases his mind a little.
He's different behind closed doors; almost gentle. His job requires him to be this ruthless persona, but deep, and I mean very deep, down, he is just a victim of circumstances. He never chose this life for himself, not really. He decided to enter the games to try and give his family a better life; he never wanted this, but he does what it takes to survive. With you, however, he feels like he can relax a bit; you're his second chance and a chance at redemption. He couldn't save his first family, but he can keep you safe. At home, he is calm; he enjoys resting his forehead against yours to ground himself. He always holds and kisses you like it's the last time he'll get to, because it just might as well be.
He tries to hide his jealousy; he never makes a scene. His jealousy is silent and brooding. You'll notice his voice goes colder; it holds no warmth for you anymore. He'll stand very close to you and watch over you like a hawk. You'd have to realize his jealousy is rooted in fear, fear you'll find someone better. Someone who deserves you, because he sure as hell doesn't, according to him. He can't and won't lose you, he'll make sure of it.
Loyal like a dog; once you've earned his loyalty and devotion, he'd sacrifice the world for you. Even if protecting you and doing what's best for you conflicts with the Network, he'll do it. At the end of the day, you're what gives his life meaning.
With you, he's more man than weapon; he can learn to be himself again. With you, he can be the man behind the mask. He tells himself you're a distraction at first, but you quickly become his lifeline. He sleeps better with you next to him, he knows there is someone to help him through his nightmares. He'll hesitate before doing something ambiguous, he thinks about how you'd react seeing it on the news. He, of course, has to do his job either way, but he'll be more aware instead of desensitized.
I hope you enjoyed my first attempt at writing. English isn't my first language, but Grammarly was used for this piece. Let me know what you think and if you'd like to see more of this!
Hii! I'm Yasmin and I've been reading a lot on tumblr since I've been like 13 and finally decided to start writing for myself!
About me~
My name is Yasmin
I'm 19 years old
My pronouns are she/her
What I post~
Fanfiction in all sorts and sizes, I think in the beginning it's mostly going to be headcanons.
I'll write about characters that I personally am down bad for but I'm open for requests!
I won't write about real people. For example: I'm fine writing about Bucky Barnes, but I won't write for Sebastian Stan. A fictional character can be analyzed 9 ways to sunday, a real person that I don't know can't.
Interests~
Books, I love reading a good fantasy/ romantasy. My favourite stays Throne of Glass by SJM.
Really specific playlists
History and Biology
Making art - drawing, painting, really want to learn knitting or crocheting but I lack the coordination.
Whatever hyperfixation takes over my life this week
I'm down to become part of the tumblr writing community!
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