#Chris Evans x Original Female Character

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In Living Color

Chapter 26

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September 13th, 2022

“Alright, cut! That was a good one so that’s a wrap for today.” 

Hearing those words was like music to Chris’ ears. He’d been on set since before the sun had risen in the sweltering Atlanta heat and he was ready to call it a day. Chris only stayed to chat with his co-stars for a moment before walking off the set, ready for a shower and quiet evening at his rental with Dodger, but he would soon find out he was in for anything but. 

Chris had made some headway through his plans when he stepped out of his set trailer, his costume long gone and instead dressed in loose shorts and a tee-shirt. He called goodbyes to everyone as he headed to the parking lot, figuring Josh and Dodger had already gone home, but soon he was stopped in his tracks. 

“Chris! Hey, hold on,” he heard Josh call, turning to find his long-time friend – and assistant – jogging over to him with Dodger by his side. 

Chris paused, letting Josh catch up to him. He could see the rest of the cast slowly making their way off set, either to the wardrobe trailer or to their own trailers, and the line of cars waiting to take them all home. “I thought you already left for the day?” He asked Josh, surprised to see him, but with a small grin as he reached down and greeted the excited, and tired, dog. 

“No, I took Dodger on a longer walk but your phone has been blowing up. Jamie keeps trying to call you and asked me to have you call him back as soon as you can,” his friend explained quickly with a serious tone.

Chris pursed his lips and furrowed his brows, unsure why Jamie, of all people, was trying to reach out to him right now. He’d kept in loose contact with Mark and Jamie since Nat moved, occasionally texting them but mainly just keeping up with them through social media and Nat. “Jamie? I wonder what that’s about?” He asked, knowing this was out of the blue. 

“I don’t know but here’s your phone,” Josh told him, handing the phone over. “Let me know later if anything is up.” 

“I will, thanks Josh,” he said with a tight grin, pocketing the 

Chris could feel the anxiety building in him as he took Dodger’s leash from Josh, thanking him again before going to the car service that the production provided and climbing into the back with Dodger sitting down on the bench seat right next to him. He clicked on Jamie’s number, returning his call as his leg bounced with anxiousness as the phone kept ringing and ringing until it went to voicemail. 

Although Chris’ brain loved to torture him with all the what if’s, he thought that this maybe was a good sign. If there truly was something urgent or earth shattering that he was so desperate to get a hold of Chris, he would have kept his phone on him and answered his call. Chris almost wanted to laugh to himself now as he relaxed in his seat on the drive back to his rental, thinking about the quirky best friends of Nat, knowing that he probably would be getting a call about something ridiculous that would make him erupt in laughter, but also remembered just how long it had been since he’d gotten those funny calls from Nat or either of her best friends, knowing that things had changed since she moved. 

He tried not to worry about it as he got to his rental and climbed in the shower, happy relax after the long day, but he had just climbed out and changed into his sweatpants and a comfy tee-shirt when his phone ran from where it sat on the bed next to his sweet pooch who was curled up. Chris grabbed the phone and put it on speaker, greeting his friend with, “Hey man, how are you? It’s been a while.” 

“It has been, but um, Chris are you on set?” Jamie asked, his voice muffled as he moved around on the other end of the call.

Chris’ brows furrowed and his hand froze on Dodger’s side, noting the urgency in Jamie’s voice. “No, I’m done for the day. I just got back to my rental… why?” He asked, his shoulder tense with anxiety as Jamie hesitated. 

The other man let out a shuddering sigh before he confessed, “I need to talk to you.” 

Chris shut his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. “That doesn’t sound good,” he murmured. 

“It’s not,” Jamie agreed, his voice turning sad and sympathetic. Jamie took a deep breath before he explained, “I was in San Francisco today and Chris… Nat is not doing well.” 

If Chris had been nervous before, it was nothing compared to the fear that flooded his body at that simple explanation. He wanted to not believe it, wanted to call Jamie a liar, that this wasn’t his Nat they were talking about. “What? What do you mean?” He finally asked, his voice unsteady and fearful. 

Jamie’s voice was low, sad, and defeated when he told him, “She’s not okay, Chris.” 

“Jamie, I need you to tell me what’s going on. I don’t understand,” Chris all but demanded him, unable to stop his brain from spiraling. Nat was…. Nat. Resilient, flexible, and strong, with a stubborn streak that rivaled his own. It was his last concern that she was ever going to be anything but okay. She’d rolled with every last one of his wild ideas, schedules, and asks of her for the last year, and he couldn’t see where anything changed to push Jamie to make this call. 

“She’s incredibly depressed, Chris. She’s super skinny, she doesn’t eat much and I found out that basically none of the office there in San Francisco hardly even know her. They said she just comes in and works all day in her office and goes to meetings and doesn’t say much and then goes home,” Jamie explained, listing off every reason that caused Chris’ heart to practically shatter. He couldn’t believe everything he’d missed, everything she’d been hiding from not only him, but her family and friends as well. His heart began to race anxiously as Jamie continued, “Yesterday night I stayed with her and by the time we went out to dinner and got back to her apartment she was practically falling asleep. She has no energy and looks like she’s going to burst into tears at any moment.” 

Chris’ mind raced as he still tried to pinpoint exactly where and when everything went south for her, knowing that he hadn’t seen all of that when he visited in early July. Sure, she’d been overworking herself, but that was a losing battle Chris had been trying to fight with her for almost a year now. All he knew was Nat being a near workaholic, and he figured with the move, she had been throwing herself into the only thing she was familiar with up there. “What’s going on? Is it something with her job? Or did something happen? She hasn’t said a word to me,” he finally answered, clearing the lump in his throat away. 

“I don’t know. I tried to talk to her and she wouldn’t say anything… you know how stubborn Nat can be,” Jamie explained with a sigh, sounding just as frustrated and concerned as Chris felt. 

Chris’ mind was still moving faster than he could catch up with, and he frustratedly admitted to the other man, “I just can’t believe she hasn’t said a word of this.” 

“I don’t know why she hasn’t but Chris, but I’m really worried about her. Things are not good and I don’t think anybody knows,” Jamie explained, sighing as he paused. “Everyone came in early this morning for a meeting so I’m going to send them all home early so maybe call her in a little while? My flight for LA is in a couple hours so she’ll be alone.” 

Chris nodded, taking note of the time on the alarm clock next to him. “I will,” he promised, knowing Jamie knew that already. 

“Chris... She’s not herself. She needs help so don’t take no for an answer, okay?” Jamie gently suggested, with more muffled sounds filtering through the call from the office in California. Chris listened intently, but his attention was split as Dodger whined nervously, looking up at his owner anxiously.  

Chris smiled sadly to himself, reaching his hand down to pet Dodger reassuringly. “I won’t. Thanks for telling me, Jamie,” he thanked the man, not knowing what he would’ve done had he not known the truth. 

As they hung up the call, Chris tried to pass the time between then and when he could call Nat in any way – turning on CNN, only to not pay attention to it. Texting Eric, asking if Nat had said if anything was wrong, only to hear “She hasn’t said anything to me, everything’s sounded okay.” That only made Chris more worried, knowing how close Nat was to Eric. She was so close to him, in a way that made Chris only hope to one day have that relationship with a child of his own. 

But it seemed like they were all in the dark, and once forty-five minutes had passed, Chris raced to open his texts with Nat. There still had been nothing since early that morning, when she liked his text about when he’d be on set that day. But he pushed down the hurt at that and instead hit the FaceTime button and called her, wanting to see her for this. 

He was thankful when Nat answered, but instead of being greeted with her face, he could only  see a ceiling. “Nattie, are you at home?” He asked, getting to the point almost immediately. He couldn’t beat around the bush with this, not when he felt like he was about to break down at any minute as he pictured everything Jamie had told him. 

Nat’s brows were furrowed when she adjusted the camera so he could see her, and he let out a sigh as he finally looked at her. He’d seen her in fleeting calls and random pictures over the last few months, but he’d never been able to see the change in her until today. The weight loss, evident in her face, the light, nearly all gone from her eyes, the way her once-fitted shirt now hung off of her shoulders, and the bags under her eyes… the ones he knew weren’t there the last time he saw her. It all hurt, scared, and alarmed him, but most of all, he felt frustrated with himself that he was too stupid to see past all reassurances to notice all these things months ago. “Yeah, why?” She brushed him off, a single brow raising. 

“What’s going on Nat?” He asked her point blank, eyes moving over hers as he stared at his phone. He could even see the way her hair was thrown up, messily, with strands falling out of her bun, slicked back against her scalp in a way that told him she hadn’t been taking care of herself there either. And he knew it wasn’t by choice. She was exhausted, something she had told him repeatedly in the previous months. He’d always brushed her off, feeling it was just her not handling the move great. But now he saw the truth, he saw it in every shift of her eyes, the slimness of her wrist as she tucked her hair behind her ear, how heavy the undereye bags were…. He hated himself most of all for missing this, letting it get to this point. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Jamie called me and told me that you’re not doing well. He said you’re depressed and that he’s really worried about you,” he explained, his voice almost clinical to disguise the sheer panic he was feeling at everything. 

Nat waved her hand, her voice small as she told him, “That’s just Jamie. You know he’s the dad of the group and he’s just worried because it’s been a couple months since I’ve seen him.” 

“Nat, if you’re struggling, you can talk to me,” Chris tried to reason with her, feeling more anxious with every dismissive comment she made. Dodger shifted against his leg, rolling onto his back as he drifted to sleep, and Chris watched Nat carefully, hoping her walls would finally go down. 

“I’m fine, it’s just different settling in here is all,” she whispered, shrugging as she glanced away from the camera. 

“It’s been almost five months though,” Chris pointed out as he arched an eyebrow. “Did it take you that long to settle in when you moved to LA?” 

She huffed out a breath, stubbornly telling him, “That was different because I met Jamie and Mark right away. You said it yourself that I just need to give it time.” 

“Is it this job? Is that what this is or is it something else? Do you miss LA?” He questioned, practically grappling at straws here. He didn’t want to push her too far, but he had to get to the bottom of this now. Nothing good would come from throwing his hands up and walking away, not when she was hurting as much as Jamie suggested. This had to get out of her system now, for both of their sakes. 

“No, I want to be here. This is the dream job. This is what I worked toward so I’m going to do it,” she explained, but he didn’t believe her. He didn’t believe her back in April, and he would never hold that over her head, but he’d lost her somewhere between then and now. Everyone had, it seemed, but the only thing he was sure about now was that Nat was convincing herself everything would get better as she clung to her work like a lifeboat. “I’m the one who wanted this promotion. It’s not that. I’m fine, Chris.” 

“Nattie, you’re lying to me. I know you’re lying,” he clarified, his voice firm as he ignored her attempts to interrupt. He looked at her dead-on, eyebrows raised as he firmly stated, “You’re lying to Jamie. You’re lying to Eric. You’re lying to me and I think you’re lying to yourself.” 

He just sat there staring at the screen as he watched panic settle on Nat’s face. Chris wasn’t even aware just how true those words were. Nat had been lying to herself for so long, ignoring everything other than putting her nose to the grindstone and ignoring her emotions. He watched as tears glossed over her eyes but he wanted to push her a little more, he wanted to get her to fully open up and he gently went on, “We’re just all worried about you. I love you Nattie and I want you to tell me the truth.” 

Chris saw her face on the screen seemingly frozen for a moment before he watched her last defenses crumble and the tears start flowing down her cheeks. Her shoulders slumped and a hand went up to rest on her face as her body shook with her sobs. He hated to see her this way, but wanted her to be open and honest, even if his heart had to break as he watched her fall to pieces. 

“I don’t even know how. I don’t know what to do,” she admitted through gasping breaths, her chest shuddering as the emotions finally came to the surface. The tears poured out of her eyes furiously, and Chris finally – and sadly – saw Nat for the first time in what felt like months. Her guard, walls, and defenses were all down, and she was finally ready to be honest with someone. 

“Just talk to me, baby,” he pleaded, desperation replacing the fear and anxiety from earlier. His heart was shattered as he watched her fall apart, wanting nothing more to pull her into his arms and tell her they’d get her through this. But he couldn’t. She was alone, truly alone, in San Francisco while he was stuck in Atlanta, with a busy schedule for the rest of the week. 

“I hate it here, Chris. I hate it so much. I hate this job and I don’t feel like anyone likes me and I have no friends and I don’t know how to do half of what I’m doing and so then I have to go home and work even more just to get caught up and I miss you so much and feel like I’m never going to see you again,” she spoke, her voice moving so quickly that she occasionally stumbled over her words. 

He watched with a frown, feeling helpless as he asked, “Nattie, why didn’t you talk to me? Why didn’t you tell me this was going on?” 

“...I tried… but you’ve been so busy,” she whispered, a hand moving to wipe her face. “And I just didn’t know how.” 

“Nat, this is just a job. If you hate it, that’s okay,” he told her, a frown on his lips. He knew it wouldn’t happen overnight or in an instant, but he was trying to get her to take this role off a pedestal and put it back on the ground. At the end of the day, it was a job, just like the film role he had right now. Was it a great opportunity for anyone to get offered it? Of course. But it didn’t mean she wasn’t allowed to change her mind, to realize it wasn’t right for her, or to walk away from it. But she needed to get there herself first. 

“You don’t understand, Chris,” she began, shaking her head as she took a shuddering breath. He couldn’t have prepared himself for what was coming when she added, “This was my dream job. This has always been the sign that I'd made it. That everything my dad worked for truly paid off. That I wasn’t the screw up little sister… that I wasn’t just a joke. And now I have it, and I hate it and I can’t seem to make it work. I failed at my dream.” 

His eyes shut and his heart was done for it as she shared that insecurity, and he whispered, “Oh Nattie.” 

Chris wanted to reassure her, wanted to remind her that this was just a job. That this didn’t prove anything and sometimes losing a dream makes room for something new but he knew that none of that would help in this moment. Right now all he could see was the love of his life on the other end of this call completely heartbroken and crying her eyes out and he felt that there was nothing he could do about it. 

“I just can’t do this anymore, Chris. I can’t hardly get out of bed in the morning anymore,” her voice crackled as she dissolved into tears once more. He felt as if his heart was being squeezed when he watched her crumble on the other side of the screen and all he wanted to do was to be able to just take this all away. 

“Nattie, baby I want you to listen to me,” his own voice was laced with emotion but he tried to speak with assurance as he told her, “I have a couple more days on set before I have the weekend off but then I’m going to come out, okay? Everything is going to be okay. I’m going to call your dad and see if he could fly down there tomorrow and be with you until I get there.” 

“He can’t, he has to work more because a bunch of people quit,” Nat muttered before seeming to slip back into her indifference that came with her depression and just shrugged, “It doesn’t matter, I’ll be okay.” 

Chris just shook his head, knowing that he wasn’t going to let her keep going this way and stated, “No, this is what got us into this position in the first place. I can’t sleep knowing you’re like this, baby. I’m going to figure something out.” 

“I don’t want you to have to do that just because I’m a mess. I just need to suck it up,” she muttered again while looking down at something he couldn’t see. 

“Natalie Marton, there is nothing in this world more precious to me than you. I don’t care if I have to drop out of this film to come be with you, I’ll do it,” he said without a second thought. This was his girl. His Nattie. The person he wanted to be his forever and he’d be damned if he let anything come between them or him being able to help her. “Just stop trying to be so strong for just a minute and let me help you.” 

Chris watched her sit there for a moment, tears still falling out of her eyes before she just nodded before he kept on, “It’s going to be okay, honey. I love you and it’s going to be okay.” 

He watched her weakly nod before he followed his instructions to get in bed and try to relax but he couldn’t do that himself. There was no way he’d be relaxing knowing that Nat was on the other side of the country, completely heartbroken and beat down. He couldn’t sit still after the call ended, and he definitely couldn’t have gone to bed after all that. Not when Nat was sitting alone, miserable, and had finally admitted what she’d been dancing around for months. 

Chris had seen a few texts pop up on his phone during the call from Eric, the messages verging on both worried and concerned, and felt that he at least owed her father some explanation after reaching out earlier. When Eric declined his call, he immediately texted Chris back, explaining that he was working and couldn’t talk but could text. While it was reassuring to Chris that he wasn’t the only one who’d been left in the dark about all of this, he felt bad for them when Eric said he couldn’t even go down to visit and help Nat out with everything this week due to a ferry driver shortage in Washington. There was no one to cover his hours and no way this emergency request off would be granted, and Chris’ brain began thinking through everything. 

Emily would understand. He’d known her and John for years, and was friends with them both. She’d been an amazing costar so far, and he’d hate walking away…. But this was for Nat. He didn’t have any immediate obligations with Netflix beyond this film, and even if he burned this bridge, it was one bridge. 

But the more he thought about it, the more he considered the strain he’d put not only his friends on the production under, but the hundreds of staff and crew on the film…. He just wasn’t sure. As he did in every situation he faced like this, he dialed his Ma’s number, hoping she’d be able to guide him in the right direction, or tell him he was being stupid and of course he should call his agent to tell him he had to leave. 

After he caught Lisa up to speed on everything, almost too fast for how chaotic the last few hours had felt, he sighed. “I’m just so fucking worried, Ma,” he told her, running a hand through his messy hair. “I’ve never seen her like this and when I talked to her it just… it sounded bad.” 

“My poor Nattie,” Lisa sympathized with the woman that she’d come to love so dearly over the course of her dating Chris. 

“I was going to fly out there Saturday morning once I’m done filming but I don’t know…” Chris truly couldn’t figure out the answer to all of this, knowing that either decision he made would hurt someone. But with Eric unable to go, Nat’s sisters having their own children and obligations, Mark and Jamie both working, and Nat having missed out on having a mom, he just didn’t see any other solution for how to help her get through this. He reached out to rub a hand across Dodger’s soft fur, needing that bit of comfort himself before telling his mother, “I’m thinking about dropping out of Pain Hustlers so I can just go out there now.” 

“Is it that bad, Chris?” 

“It’s pretty bad,” he honestly told her. Just thinking about what Nat looked like on that screen, every bit of joy and happiness that made Nat, Nat was completely gone. She was broken and Chris wanted to be there to help put her back together. “Ma, it just fuckin’ broke my heart to see her like that. And Eric can’t go because he’s working doubles because they’re already down people.” 

Without hesitation, Lisa presented her own solution, “Chris, let me go out there. I could fly out early in the morning,” 

“I wasn’t asking you to do that,” he wanted to clarify, not wanting her to feel obligated to fix all of this. 

“I know you weren’t, but I want to. I love Nattie and I’m worried about her too and I hate knowing that she’s out there all alone and dealing with all of this by herself,” she seemed to put his own feelings into words. 

A long sigh poured out of him as he ran a hand through his hair anxiously, “That’s why I’m thinking it might be better if I just drop out of this film because even when I fly out on Saturday, I’ll have to come back Tuesday morning.” He knew that he could help for the weekend, but didn’t see how this could be solved in just a few days. There was nothing more important to him than Nat and her well-being and didn’t want anything to stand in the way of him being there for her since he had missed out on doing that the past few months. 

“Honey, we both know what a big hit that will be if you drop out,” Lisa tried to bring in the reality of his obligations back up before reminding him, “I know you’re worried about Nat, but it’s going to be okay. Let’s just take this one step at a time. I’ll go out there tomorrow and then you can come on Saturday and we’ll figure all of this out, okay?” 

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Ma.”  

And those words were even more true than he realized over the coming days. Knowing that Nat was being taken care of by his mother was the only way that he was able to stay working in Atlanta and having the realistic updates from Lisa allowed him to have the full picture of what really was going on. It brought him so much comfort knowing that Lisa was taking her to work, bringing her lunch and was with her in the lonely evenings but it still wasn’t the same as him being there himself. 

He wanted to be able to look in her eyes and hold her to know that she really was there and assure her that it would be okay, even though he didn’t feel it himself. Chris wanted to be with her so much that it hurt and the second that he was done on set that Friday night, he couldn’t wait until the following morning to fly to her and chartered a flight to take him to San Francisco then. 

Chris had texted his mom to tell her that he was coming but found out that even then, Nat had already gone to bed. He knew firsthand how much anxiety and depression could exhaust your body and he was glad she was getting rest. When finally he landed in San Francisco, he got a car to take him to the small apartment where he stepped inside and shared a long hug with his mother. There was so much to talk about between the two of them but in this moment, all that mattered was his Nattie. He needed to have his own eyes on her and quietly let go of his mother to walk down the tiny hallway and open the door to her room. 

There she was, fast asleep underneath a pile of blankets but even underneath the bulky fabric, she still looked so tiny. His heart just hurt seeing her this way but there also was a piece of him that felt more at peace than he had this entire week, knowing that he was finally able to be with her. He quietly took off his shoes and jacket, leaving them on a chair before gently climbing into bed next to her and resting a hand on her back. 

Even in the dim light, he could see her puffy eyes flutter open and without a word, they filled with tears as her arms latched around his neck like a vice. He held her tightly, breathing in her scent as his own tears started falling down his cheeks as they clung to one another in a way they never had before. Chris knew that there still was so much ahead of them, so much to be sorted out and fixed, so much fear and uncertainty, but none of that seemed to matter in this moment because he was here with her and that’s all he wanted. 

A/N: This was the final completed chapter we had from last year. While we have a halfish chapter written, we probably will not have the time to actually finish it. Let us know what you guys would prefer - a half chapter and brief synopsis of the end, a summary only (no chapter), or something else.

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BM4

Word Count: 2,995

Pairing: Chris Evans x BlackFem!OC

Warning: Swearing, Arguments, Angst, Fluff & Jealousy.

Summary: They meet for the planned lunch date. Chris still has a lot of things on his mind that he wants to speak about.

A/N: I’M BACKK FRIENDSS! Might not be for a long time but definitely for a good time. For the sake of my chapters Liv is 4 instead of 3, carry on. mwahhh 🫦

**I'm going to come back to edit later, cause right now its getting irritating**

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“Lively.” Ryelle sighed after the phone call ended. She is not caving into no more sweet sucker bullshit. He chose Minka when he decided to stay with her. You want Ry? You should’ve left with her. “We haven’t fully celebrated your birthday since they planned an event yesterday. Are you sure you want to hang out with your Dad today?"

Lively contemplated the proposition being proposed at hand. This weekend has been crazy but it is this supposedly hot girl summer her mom keeps calling it. Her answer remained the same. “Yes! I want pasta"

“Ugh okay! I don’t know why you are cool with your Dad, he and I are beefing right now.” Ryelle shook her head, getting up from the counter. Lively climbed down from the seat giggling at her momma. They began making their way down the hallway. “Beef? What does that mean?” 

“It means when I see your Dad, I’m gonna.” She turned around picked up Liv and started swirling her around. The 4-year-old lets out her beautiful giggle, latching on to her mother. “Mommy, put me downn!!”

“Neverr!” Ry yelled playfully as she ran towards Liv’s room so they could change out of exercise clothes and into something cute. She dropped her gently on the bed. “Do you want to stay in this outfit or change?”

“Change!” Liv screamed while rolling around so she could get up from the pile of stuffed animals. “Changee? What you changing for girl?” Ry joked as she looked through Liv’s closet. Liv finally got out of the struggle and followed her mom into the closet. “So I can look pretty for Daddy like you do!”

“Like I do? Liv I get pretty for myself baby. We don’t get pretty for a man.” Ryelle turned around holding up two different colored tights. Lively jumped pointing at the yellow tights she wanted to wear. “We get pretty for ourselves.” Ry smothers her face with kisses. 

“Mommy.” She giggled turning red from all the love given. They proceeded their morning routine like no other as R&B played lowly in the background. Ryelle enjoyed moments like this with her baby girl and she’ll forever cherish them. She loves the bond they have, appreciating that she’s able to give love that she didn’t receive. 

Chris eventually texted her the location of the restaurant he wanted them to meet at. After putting on perfume and lipgloss, the girl was out the door, into the beautiful city.

Ryelle parked her Honda Accord near the entrance seeing the black suv’s, Chris’s security were most likely sitting in.

She turned down the music looking at Liv in her carseat. “Ready?”

“Ready!” Liv gave a big smile.

Ryelle shook her head not believing she’s actually here. It’s still fuck Chris.

It took them a minute but they walked into the restaurant, hand in hand. When walking in, Ryelle went towards the hostess stand but security stepped in the way.

“Ryelle right this way ma’am”

“O-Oh Okay!” She responded a bit confused and was taken off guard. The security guided them to this gorgeous private section where Chris sat there looking at the menu. Liv’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. “Daddy!!”

She let go of her mother’s hand running towards her father. Chris sat the menu down instantly sliding out of his seat, kneeling with his arms wide open. “ Lively!!”

She ran into his arms giving him the biggest hug. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too Princess.” He held her tightly, giving her the biggest kiss on her cheek. Ry checked out his outfit as she walked, starting to feel they were so under dressed as she got closer. He has a nice ass suit and they look like they’re going shopping at the mall what the hell.

By time Ryelle made it to the table, he stood up with Liv in his arms. He shifted her over to give Ry a hug but she waved him off.

That definitely made him raise an eyebrow but Liv captured his attention before he could speak on it. “Do I look pretty Daddy?”

Chris gave her a big smile, “You look beautiful my love. Your outfit is stunning.” He gave her a kiss on the forehead and she let out a giggle. Chris was sitting with Liv in lap as they sat down at the table. Ry rolled her eyes mumbling, picking up the menu.

“With that expensive ass suit on and them ugly ass shoes.”

Chris looked up from the menu. “What you say?”

“You heard what I said.”

“What’s with the petty comments?”

"I'm just saying, you look as if you're going to a movie premiere while we look like we're going to a football game or something."

He held his hand up in defense,"Well I had an important meeting after our lunch date so-"

"Whatever Chris.", She waved him off.

Chris smacks his lips out of irritation from being cut off, letting go of the conversation cause he didn't like the attitude coming from Ry.

“Mommy said yall are beefing. What that mean?” Liv interrupted the conversation being her innocent self. Chris made a face towards his baby’s mother, now fed up with the secret animosity.

“We got a problem now? Ryelle I haven’t done shit to you and now you have a problem with me? What the hell.”

“Chris are we going to ignore the fact that your fiance pulled up on us kissing last night and we’re meeting today like everything normal! That doesn’t bother you??"

“No it doesn’t bother me cause I told you from the jump Saturday morning that I want this. I want my family Ryelle, I want you. You make me feel comfortable, make me feel like I belong!”

“That’s flattering Chris but you’re going about this wrong! All of this is wrong!”

“Me wanting to love you is wrong-”

“No it's how certain you were on marrying Minka last week now you’re wanting to marry me like what?! Do you hear how crazy that sounds!!”

Chris voice started to raise, sensing that Ryelle wasn't taking him seriously,“I don’t give a fuck about what's crazy any more. I am determined to get what I want and thats you!” Liv clutched onto his arm not liking the tone of his voice.

"Lower your voice." Ry grit through her teeth, seeing how antsy Liv was getting in his lap. Before Chris could respond, the waitress came to their table.

"Hi, what can I start you guys off with today?"

"We'll do the crab claws for our appetizer." Chris then turn his attention towards his daughter in his arms. "Liv do you want that as well or would you like something else?"

Liv peeked up a moment, speaking gently, "Mozzy Sticks."

"Mozzy Sticks it is love, anything else?"

She shook her head, going back to her cuddle spot knowing that her parent were going to start arguing as soon as the lady left. The things they talk about genuinely confuses her and she wishes they would stop arguing. Mommy told her that it is disrespectful for her to interrupt adults conversation but she is tired of hearing her parents bicker. Why can't her parents be like Melanie parents? They never argue.

Liv glanced back and forth between her parents as their conversation sparked as soon as the lady left like she said. Ugh!

" Am I wasting my time? You know I've been showing you how I’m into you but I do not received the same energy back.”

"Shit Chris, I need to be asking the same thing! I don't trust the fact that you claim that you are in love with me. Truthfully I've been in love with you since the first day we met, I've never stopped." Ryelle confessed as she runs her hand through her hair. She instantly fumbles with fingers knowing the conversation was getting deeper.

“I’m just not going to blurt something out like that. You’ve been gone for months and summers, you thought I was going to hop in your arms like that. No, I need time and reassurance.”

Chris pinches the bridge of his nose, “I will Ry but you haven't been 100% with me either. ” It’s his turn now to do the grilling cause looking back, he doesn’t know much about Ry. “Are you dating or talking to another guy?”

Thank God, the waitress came over to the table with their appetizers. They gave the her their order of what they would like to eat. Liv sat up straight facing the table, she began eating along with her parents. After Ryelle took the first bite, she proceeded to give him the answer.

“I do talk to someone Chris…”

Chris looked up from his plate so fast, “What?? You’ve been having the men your dating around my daughter?!”

Ry looked at him in disbelief, “No! I don’t even play like that, plus that's not what you asked!!” irritation starts kicking back in. “Can’t believe you trying to play me!”

“I’m just stating facts. I need to know if you’re bringing her around them. Who is he? Matter fact, what’s his name??” Chris attitude kick in as he sat the fork down roughly. It clanked against the plate making Liv jump.

“Calm down with your aggressiveness, you’re scaring Liv!” Ryelle sat her fork down as well. Now she raised her voice, “PLUS, you can’t ask shit to me about who I’m dating. You just came back in the picture, slow your damn roll!”

“The fuck you mean I can't Ryelle, I’ve been expressing my love to you! I have every right to know!”

“Chris I will cuss you out if you don’t calm down.”

“Ryelle I’m just saying like be so real right now.”

“That don’t mean talk to me crazy!”

“You been talking to me crazy this whole time. Don’t fucking act stupid!”

“Chris do not make me knock your ass out! Just because I talk to someone doesn’t mean that I’m bringing random men around Liv. I wouldn’t do no crazy shit like that!” Now Ryelle stood up from the table slightly leaning over it, she pointed at him. “Stop fucking playing with me!”

“You knew you had another guy in the picture, letting me look stupid confessing my love to you. I feel like a complete fucking fool!” Chris abruptly stood up as well, tightly gripping onto Liv. The swift movement made her smear the marinara sauce against her face and drop the cheese stick she held. That was it for Liv.

Lively began sobbing which instantly grabbed the attention of both her parents. “What’s wrong?!”

She squirmed out of his arms, running to the nearest corner of the room. Ryelle tries to call her but Liv rejected it.

“Lively, baby…”

"No!"

Ryelle is big on giving Liv her space when she starts crying. It took all her might not go over there and care for her baby. Both of them let out a sigh, knowing their conversation got way too heated between them. "Chris I'm sorry for having an attitude when we arrived and not keeping my cool. I shouldn't have been so caught up in us to realize this lunch date was meant for spending time with Liv, not arguing."

Chris grabbed her hand placing a kiss," Do not apologize Ryelle, I should've controlled my jealousy. I wanted to talk about us as much as you wanted to so this is both on us. I am truly sorry, please don't let this be a reason that I don't see her again." His face turned red a bit as tears welled into his eyes. Just thinking of his life without Liv's beautiful smile, crushes him.

"I wouldn't do that to you Chris, she deserves to be in your life." Ryelle pulled him into a hug. He gave her a squeeze as they hugged for a min. She pulled back from the hug hearing that Liv's cries have soften." We should go check on her now."

"Okay." Chris placed a kiss on her forehead and they held hands as they made way toward their daughter. Lively held her knees closes, while still wiping her tears. It broke their heart to see her like that, wanting to prevent situation like this in the future.

Both Chris and Ryelle squatted by their Princess. Ry spoke up softly,"Lively baby, Mommy and Daddy ruined your day with our problems. You're too young to be dealing with this and with that we are genuinely sorry Princess."

"Yes baby girl, we are genuinely sorry."

Lively looked up at them with glossy eyes. "Why you can't be like Melanie's parents?" She glanced between both her parents. "They don't yell, you always yell at each other. Is it about me? Is it s-something wrong with me?" Tears fell from her eyes. This broke Ryelle even more, she started crying while wiping the food from Liv's face.

"No! There isn't anything wrong with you Princess. Daddy and I were bumping heads that's all but no more of that."

" Lively Evans, you are perfect in every single way. Your mom and I will figure out this problem. I will make all of this up to you." Chris placed a kiss on her forehead, aw man his heart. "I love you and I love your mother to the fullest." He opened his arms, hoping that she would still come to him. Lively went back into his arms," I love you too."

They both let go of the breath they didn't know they were holding. A part of them hoped their daughter didn't hate them. During the interactions, the waitress brought their lunch but didn't want to interrupt. So they came back to the table to finish their lunch date.

Ryelle was quiet, so many things ran through her mind. She wants this, she wants Chris. There are just so many obstacles that come in the way. Do she just want keep her guard up or say fuck it and let him in? If she do, what are the consequences? Would she be happy? There are so many questions that Ryelle doesn't know if she wants to explore yet. She looked up from her plate of pasta seeing Chris and Lively in their own world sharing food plus jokes.

“Yeah, you get to meet my dog Dodger.”

“Dodger?”

“Yes sweetheart.”

She would love to see this sight for the rest of her life, man the love she has for this man is so strong. Ryelle didn't even know she had zoned out staring at the two loves of her life. "Mommy, what you looking at?"

That pulled Ry out of her trance to see them looking at her with confused expressions. "My bad guys, I was lost in my thoughts."

"She's not going to admit that she was staring at our beauty." Chris sassed to Liv's which made her giggle. Ryelle shook her head at their silliness, letting a smile creep unto her face "I wasn't."

"Oo Guess what!!"Lively spoke excitedly, looking up to her Dad. He gave her his full attention.

"What is it love bug?"

"I go to school tomorrow!"

Chris didn't understand why she mentioned school but he kept the conversation going," Are you excited? You get to hang out with your friends again."

Ryelle giggled at his confusion and spoke up in the conversation. "Chris you know she doesn't have a sense of time. She meant to say it's the first day of school tomorrow."

Now this had Chris excited, he get to experience a milestone. "First day of school Liv, that's great news! You’re a big girl now." Lively stood up in the chair, wrapping her arms around him. He wrapped one arm around her to secure that she won’t fall.

"Yes Daddy! Are you going to be there when I go?"

"Even better sweetheart, I'll be there in the morning to drop you off and pick you up."

"Yayyy!!! Mommy did you hear that?"”

Ryelle gave her daughter a smile, “Yess, I heard the great news. I’ll have you up and ready by time he gets there.” Chris began poking Lively all over sending her into a giggling fit. During this whole time neither one of them have checked their phone.

Ryelle reached for her phone to check the time. It was 3:26 p.m. They had been there for over 2 hours. That made her wonder about Chris’s meetings.

“Uh Chris, what happened to your meeting? We’ve been here for the past two hours.”

“Oh crap, I haven’t checked my phone since you guys got here.”Chris facepalmed as he grabbed his phone probably checking thousands of messages. “I’ll get James to cancel it. Now let’s get the check then go out for ice cream, yeah?”

He canceled his important plans for them. He canceled…plans… for them… Ryelle just sat there fighting a smile from growing. They stared into each other eyes for a second but Ry broke it with tension rising,“Liv is ice cream fine?”

“Ice creamm!”

Ryelle smiled at them, cleaning up around the table. Chris stood up letting go of Liv for a moment, he sat down a couple bills from his pocket. She leaped into his arms and Chris caught her in time.

“Oomf.”

“Liv be careful baby.” Ryelle cautioned as she grabbed her purse from the chair. Chris grabbed Ry hand as they began walking out of the restaurant.

“How about I spend the rest of the day with you guys?” Chris questioned once they stood in front of her car. He gave her a kiss on the cheek, “I’m not taking no for a answer.”

Ryelle looked away in shyness, he still makes her nervous. “That’s fine with me Chris.”

Yeah so all that stuff she was talking about earlier after the phone call,ignore that. Ryelle is weak in the knees, she can’t help but admit it. He cares about her and Liv, that's the part she loves the most. Maybe them taking things slow will help them blossom a beautiful relationship.

When Chris placed Lively in the carseat, Ry still stood outside of the car in a daze. He walked over to the driver side grabbing her waist,"You are so beautiful my love. I could admire your beauty all day everyday."

"Chrisss." A blush crept unto her face trying to push him away from her so he couldn't see.

Chris lets out a laugh knowing he have made her nervous, he placed a finger under her chin so she can look at him. "Come here." He convinced, placing his lips onto hers. Ryelle melted into the kiss, letting out a slight moan when his hand gripped her ass.

This man has her wrapped around his finger, oh god!

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My Friends Uncle

Chapter 2:The Barbecue

Relationship: Chris Evans x Reader

A/N: Sorry this kept getting pushed loves, I was lowkey lacking on this one and I just had school and work on top of it, but thankfully it’s finally yours! Also I apologize if this seems rushed for y’all, I was trying to finish it as soon as possible for you guys. But it’s finally here! So here y’all go! Hope you like it!

Summary: Being invited to another families barbecue is a chivalrous act, welcoming feeling, well let’s just say Reader gets more than a barbecue feast

Word Count: 9.3k

Warning ⚠️: Kissing, Smut, Fingering, P in V, you know the tags. (18+) {NO MINORS!!}

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Three weeks. Three long fucking weeks it has been since the night with Chris occurred. And from those weeks, neither one of you had any sort of contact whatsoever, merely because neither of you were able to exchange numbers. When you had awaken around noon and made your way downstairs, you realized the only people who were awake in the kitchen were Lisa, Ashley’s mom, Ashley herself looking completely dehydrated and still drunk, and right beside her was her younger brother, CJ, who was devouring a plate of waffles. The man of the house was nowhere to be seen or heard, as well as Chris. It was later that day you learned they had left to buy some supplies they needed since they had promised Lisa they’d finished building her gazebo. Unfortunately, by the time they had made their way back to the house, Lisa had already driven you back to your house.

That was three weeks ago, and if you were completely honest, you were desperate to see him again, yet the day never came. Whenever you’d go to Ashley’s you’d always hope he’d be there, but would always be left in disappointment when he wasn’t. You understood why neither of you were able to see each other, you were busy with school, family of your own, he was busy with work and his own personal issues he might have that the day to see one another just isn’t able to happen. However, what you didn’t know was how much Chris craved you just as much as you craved him. Ever since that night he hasn’t been able to get you off his mind, it’s all he can think about. The way you weighed underneath him, the way his named slipped from your mouth with each thrust he’d sent you, the way your whole skin glowed under the kitchen light, the way you smiled, laughed, you. He just couldn’t stop thinking about you. For the past three weeks, work has been a challenge for him considering his mind was always replaying the night’s events, nearly chopped off his own thumb while cutting a plank of wood when his mind had drifted off once again.

You were addicting and he was absolutely hooked on you. He needed you, he wanted you, yet the right day just hasn’t come. He’s thought about asking for you, but didn’t want to seem like a weirdo, nor did he want to rise suspicions from his family. He didn’t have any sort of social media so searching for your name was a bust, so he kept quiet. Quietly suffered until he eventually was able to see you again, so for now he’ll enjoy his families and friends company with some homemade barbecue and a couple of beers, after a long day at work he sure needed.

Chris sat on the bench, facing the house, beer bottle next to him as he prepared the barbecue sauce, while his brother and father hovered over the grill, his mom was somewhere inside the house grabbing whatever she needed along with Lisa and his two younger sisters baking desert in the kitchen. Some nephews and nieces were inside while some played outside.. let him rephrase that, the boys were inside playing the Nintendo while the girls played outside. Everyone was enjoying the day laughing, talking to one another, sharing stories and beers, it made Chris feel at ease, made him feel at home, but he wouldn’t lie when he admitted he’d enjoy it even more if he got to see you again. Hell, he wished you were there, maybe not sitting next to him with your hand interlocked with his, but just being there enjoying the day would brighten his day even more.

“You done with the sauce boy?” The sound of his fathers rough voice breaks Chris out of his thoughts, apparently he’d been mixing the barbecue for over 20 minutes now,

“Uh-Yeah,” He quickly says as he extends his hand with the bowl to his father, cheeks slightly heated when he gets a couple chuckles from his friends,

“I don’t know pops, I think he should mix it for another 20,” Sebastian, a good friend of Chris teases over his shoulder, smirk wide on his lips when he brings his beer to his lips,

Everyone, including Chris chuckle at his comment. He’s really gotta keep it together.

“Hey guys,” A small voice rings from the side of the house causing every pair of eyes to turn,

Walking towards the bench with full arms of plastic bags was Ashley, however, the smile that was plastered on Chris’s face falls the same time his heart beats rapidly in his chest when his eyes land on the other small figure appearing behind his niece. Mirroring the same figure as Ashley, you too had loads of groceries in your hands, even tried balancing a small watermelon underneath your arm that nearly slips from its hold when you lock eyes with those bright blue orbs that you haven’t seen for three weeks straight. A shy smile begins tugging on your lips the longer you remain eye contact, but was soon interrupted when Ashley yells at every men staring in their direction for help.

Chris was the first one off the bench and quickly made his way to the both of you. He quicken his steps when he heard someone else walking behind him, but let’s pretend he just quicken his pace when he saw how you and Ashley were struggling in holding everything.

“Let me give you a hand,” Chris tells you once he stood in front of you,

“Thanks,” You softly respond, shy smile still visible on your lips as he quickly took the plastic bags from your hands, yet, he made sure to brush his hand on your arm before gently taking the last bag from your grip,

Your eyes grow slightly wide at the contact and immediately look over at Ashley, but she was too busy handing her own groceries to Sebastian to even notice what was happening. Plus, Chris’ hulking frame was blocking the whole scene. Smirking at your reaction with a short chuckle he turns around and begins walking with the groceries, leaving you with only the small watermelon and a slightly flustered look. Once gathering yourself, you walk beside Ashley and begin greeting everyone outside.

“Your mom is inside,” Ashley’s father tells her before turning back around to the grill,

“Oh shoot! I forgot the sodas and ice in the car,” Ashley claims, but before she can turn around you stop her,

“I’ll go, I forgot my phone in the car,”

“I’ll give you a hand,” Chris quickly volunteers before anyone else can, Nodding her head and not thinking much about it Ashley hands you her keys before making her way inside the house the same time you turn to walk towards the side entrance of the house with Chris following right behind,

Butterflies soon begin to stir in your stomach when you walk in silence but can hear the way his heavy steps crunch against the rocks as he follows you. You didn’t know why you felt so nervous around him, or so intimidated, this is what you’ve been wanting, what you’ve been wishing for, to see him again but now that he’s right here, following in step with you, your nerves are skyrocketing like a madman wielding a machete. But with a deep inhale, you do your best in pushing down the buzzing feeling in your stomach and press the button on the remote to unlock the 2015 Land Rover. Walking towards the passenger side you open the door and look over your shoulder to find Chris standing behind the door. Blue eyes staring deep into your own.

“The ice is in the back,” You tell him, which he silently nods his head before making his way towards the trunk while you turn back to the passenger side,

As you grab your phone you can hear the trunk opening before hearing the sound of the ice being dragged against it. Once checking any messages and sending a quick message to your mom that you’ve arrived at Ashley’s, you make your way to the back of the car. However, the moment your frame was visible from the side of the car, a large hand is grabbing you by the elbow and shoving you against it, then feeling a pair of lips roughly colliding with yours. Earning a muffled groan and moan from you at the sudden moment, but react almost immediately to the kiss. One large hand cradled your cheek while the other gripped you tightly by the waist, squeezing every so often. Your own hands had already been lost in those brown soft locks of his, slightly pulling on his hair or massaging his scalp as you kiss him feverishly. However, the feeling of his knee slotting in between your legs and using that same hand that’s settled on your waist, he forces you down on his thigh earning a loud gasp from you which he takes the opportunity to plunge his tongue into your mouth.

The only sounds that can be heard is heavy breaths being shared and lips smacking with one another. It was risky, having a heated make out session right outside your friends driveway, where anyone can appear or catch you if they angled their heads, even people who can be casually walking down the sidewalk would have a full blown view of you two, but that was the least of both your concerns at the moment. The only thing you two cared for was each others mouths, arms, warmth, and nothing else.

You two were so lost in the moment that things quickly began escalating when he slightly changed the angle to where he was now thrusting his hips into you, earning another gasp from you but also a muffled groan from Chris, however, the moment he tried to pin you down inside the trunk a muffled yelp leaves your lips when your shirt had risen and your heated skin made contact with the ice.

“Sorry,” Chris whispers against your lips, causing a chuckle to erupt from the both of you,

Still placing gentle kisses against your lips, Chris effortlessly pulls you with him until you’re in a seated position in the trunk. Legs spread apart as he stands in between them, lips not once parting from yours and only continuously places feather like kisses on your soft lips. With one final peck on your lips, his large hands cradle your face as he slowly pulls away. Bright beautiful blue eyes staring down at you with a small smile on his lips.

“Hi,” He whispers, smile slightly widening as his thumb rubs soothing circles against your cheek,

You softly chuckle, (E/c) eyes staring upward with pure light and happiness, “Hi,”

You both stare at one another, same smile plastered on your faces and just enjoying each other’s presence.

“I missed you,” You finally admit, heart fluttering when his smile slightly widens,

“Me too,” He claims, thumb still rubbing soothing circles on your cheek before bending down to place another gentle kiss to your lips, “Let’s head back,” Chris mumbles against your lips after the third kiss to your lips,

As much as he wanted this moment to last, to have your warmth near him, your lips molding with his, he knew you two had been gone for too long already and needed to go back before anyone began having suspicions or having them come looking for you both. So with a small sad smile you nod your head at him as you begin climbing off the trunk, but once your feet hit the pavement Chris bends down once again to place a chaste kiss to your lips one last time. Breaking the kiss with a wide smile, Chris slightly steps to the side to let you walk away, but is quick to grab your wrist before you can stand by the car.

“Hey wait, gimme you’re phone,” He says, dropping your wrist to let you pull out your device from your back pocket,

Unlocking it you hand him your phone, where Chris begins tapping on your screen without hesitation. A couple seconds later he hands you your phone with a smile, looking down you noticed his name was displayed on your screen with a message of a heart emoji at the bottom of the screen. As you were staring down at your phone a notification rings, looking up you watch as he digs into his front pocket before pulling out his own phone and turning it to you, right on his screen was your phone number with the same heart. You smile with a short chuckle as you bring your eyes towards his, he smiles at you before quickly typing on his phone and pocketing it back in its place.

“C’mon, let’s go,” He motions his head to the side before picking up the bag of ice from the trunk and stepping aside for you to grab the soda cases before closing the trunk behind you,

Locking the car you both make your way back towards the backyard and joining the rest of the group as if nothing happened. The both of you got separated the moment you two appeared, you get dragged by Ashley inside the house to help her finishing baking the dessert, and Chris by his friends as they just started a game of poker. You both give one last look before being dragged away, yet, you were able to catch the way he sends you a small wink before walking inside the home, which of course causes your face to heat up.

Asshole. Is all you can think of with a small smirk as you walk into the kitchen, which did not help with your heated features as the memory from three weeks ago come to play. Luckily, the room was already warm due to the oven being on, so you could’ve easily used it as an excuse for your heated cheeks. That might’ve been a good excuse, but it sure didn’t subside as you helped mixed the batter in a bowl in the same goddamn counter he fucked you in.

Was it wrong to have such a forbidden dangerous secret? Absolutely. Was it wrong to feel turned on as you mixed the batter in the counter? Definitely. Did it stop the wide grin from tugging on the corner of your lips? Definitely not.

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9:30 pm

“You gonna spend the night again, (Y/n)?” Gavin, Ashley’s dad, asks you while you help with picking up cups and plates from the table,

You shake your head as you reach for a napkin that nearly falls off, “Not today, I promised my mom I’d be home to babysit tomorrow,”

“Alright, you want us to drive you home or is your mom coming?”

“No I was planning on getting an Uber,”

“You’re not getting an Uber,” Chris’s deep voice joins in on the conversation, noticing how his voice sounded firm and clear,

Both you and Gavin turn to him where he too was tossing beer bottles into a trash can, however, your eyes grow wide from the way his voice sounded heavy and demanding. You’d be lying if you didn’t admit it sparked something inside of you.

“Yeah c’mon, let one of us drive you,” Gavin agrees with his younger brother and waves a hand in the air, referring to the people who were still at the house,

“No it’s okay really, it’s too much of a drive for you guys and you guys we’re drinking,” You try again, it’s not that you didn’t want a ride, it definitely would save you money but you felt too much of a burden if they drove you home, you didn’t exactly live two blocks away and you also didn’t want to risk them being stopped by the cops,

They can be real assholes if they want. Plus, knowing that Chris would be the one to drive home was dangerous, very dangerous for many reasons and the thought of being alone with him again made those same butterflies rise in your stomach. Not from fear, but from nervousness and excitement.

“You’re not taking an Uber (Y/n), I’m taking you home,” Chris firmly demands as he throws a heavy trash bag into the trash can before turning to you, blue eyes staring directly into yours, almost as if challenging you to argue back,

You didn’t. You couldn’t.

“It’s settled then. You’ve got a ride,” Gavin says, clapping his hands with a small smile before patting his brother on the shoulder and thanking him,

“Just give me a sec to throw the trash and we can head out,” Chris tells you, hands filled with black bags,

You nod your head, “I’ll go say bye to Ashley and everyone else then,”

Nodding at you he turns to leave towards the trash cans while you make your way inside the home where the rest of the family remained chatting and cleaning the kitchen. Once bidding your farewells and telling Ashley her uncle will give you a ride home, which she smiles with a breath of relief when she knows you’ll be getting home safely, you ended up giving them a hand in washing the dishes meanwhile Chris was ready to leave. It was after rinsing the fifth plate under the sink when you hear his voice echoing off the walls of the kitchen. Glancing over your shoulder you watch him give his own farewells to everyone, hugging and laughing with them before his eyes settle on your frame. You send him a small smile before turning back to the dish and rinsing off the remaining soap, while doing so you feel a large body stand next to you and a heavy hand settling on your lower half of your back.

“Ready?” He asks you, blue eyes looking directly into your own,

You smile at him with a nod before placing the clean dish on the rack with the rest of the dishes and wiping your hands with the towel dangling from the stove. You say your farewells once again and thank both Lisa and Ashley for always inviting you to their family gatherings, which they only wave you off before wrapping their arms around you with a wide welcoming smile.

Chris stood in the entrance of the kitchen admiring the whole thing, smile not once faltering from his lips as he watched his sister-in-law and niece embrace you, hugging you with warm, welcoming arms. It was something he’s always loved witnessing, it made him feel whole knowing you have always been accepted and welcomed into their family, and only wished you continued to be welcomed and accepted for whatever for the cause.

Once parting away from the mother and daughter, you turn to your left, locking eyes with Chris who stood leaning on the doorway with hands tucked into his pockets. Small smile on his lips.

“You ready?” He asks once again,

“Yeah,” You softly respond as you make your way towards him with Ashley following right behind you,

“Thanks again Uncle Chris for giving her a ride,” She tells him with a wide smile as she wraps her arms around his torso and burying her face into his stomach,

Chris smiles down at her as he wraps his own large arms around her, “You’re welcome Pug,” He places a peck on the crown of her head before looking up at you, eyes glimmering with deep lust, “Anytime,”

The look in his eyes was easy to hypnotize you, looking away from him seemed like a challenge, it was as if it had a hold on you the longer he stared at you, but eventually he ends it when he pulls away from Ashley, allowing you to exhale a soft shaky sigh through your nose. Stepping aside he lets you walk through the doorway as he waves goodbye to everyone one last time before hearing his heavy footsteps following you. Once outside, you wait for him to guide you to his car before walking. After walking past a couple of cars on the sidewalk, he eventually stops next to a black Audi A5 with the windows slightly tinted and rims colored black. It was a beautiful car for a beautiful man, making you fall even more. You stand and watch as he unlocks the car with the remote before opening the passenger side for you, making a shy smile form on your lips as you thank him before carefully climbing inside. The interior was just as beautiful as the rest of the car. Just like outside, the seats and dashboard were black leather, blue LED lights were visible underneath the door alongside where the gearshift rested in the middle, and it smelled like black ice mixed with his own cologne. It just screamed Chris all over it, making you fall in love with the car.. and him.

As you continued in admiring the car, the door to the drivers side opens up before Chris slides inside. Giving you a short smile he turns on the ignition and asks for directions, once placing it on the gps and revealing the minutes to your house Chris can’t help but let out a soft chuckle, causing you turn to him.

“Can’t believe you wanted to take an Uber,” He claims as he straps himself in and begins driving down the road,

“I didn’t want to be a burden,” You admit, fingers playing with the seatbelt around your waist,

A scoff leaves his lips, blue eyes turning to look at you but notices how your eyes are casted down on your lap. He didn’t like that, “Hey,” He softly says waiting until you meet his eyes, “You’re not, okay? My house is literally ten minutes away from you. It’s fine,”

Only ten? You thought to yourself. You couldn’t believe this entire time he was only ten minutes away from your parents home, from you. What a small fucking world. The ride to your parents house was in comfortable silence, except for his music playing softly through the speakers or both of your voices as you two would easily fall into a conversation. Literally about anything, from how the week treated you both, how school was going, to stories being shared between you two on what had happened throughout the weeks you both hadn’t seen each other. You both easily fell into conversation without any problems and that only made you realize just how much you two felt comfortable around each other, making a small smile tug on your lips from the realization.

After another few minutes driving, Chris eventually pulls into your street and within a couple blocks your house comes to view. Stopping a few feet away from the front lawn, Chris puts the gear in park and leaning his arm on the armrest.

“So who’s home?” Chris questions, eyes scanning the partly lit two story home before looking at you,

You glance out the window to see the living room light on along with the kitchen light, “Should be my parents and younger brothers,”

Chris hums watching the house once again before averting his gaze at you, only to already find your own eyes watching him in silence. You both stare at each other, waiting for the other to say something, to do something, anything. So Chris speaks first.

“You got a curfew I need to know about?” He whispers, hand reaching to place a strand of hair behind your ear,

You swallow, same butterflies building once again but you managed to slowly shake your head, eyes not once breaking away from his, “No.. just as long as I’m home to babysit tomorrow,”

Chris stays quiet, blue eyes darting from your eyes to your inviting lips to your covered chest then back up to your eyes. God how much he didn’t want the night to end, he barely even had you to himself since you’ve first arrived to his brothers house, you were with Ashley most of the time while he was with the adults by the grill. Although, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t spare a few glances your way, but it did mean he wasn’t able to get you alone for a split second without risking you both. But now, now it was just the two of you, no one else to catch you two, to stop you both from wanting each other. So, clenching his jaw with a soft exhale through his nose he lets the words slip.

“Wanna go for a ride then?”

“Yes,” You answered a little too quickly but you could careless, hell, Chris could careless on how you responded because the moment your answer leaves your lips he’s making a u-turn to head down the street he came back from,

With shaky fingers you managed to send out a quick message to your mother, letting her know you were still at Ashley’s and possibly might spend the night, but that you’ll let her know. About a minute later you receive a message from her, letting you know it’s fine just as long as you kept your promise for the following day. You smile down at the phone and message her back, simply telling her ‘always’ with a heart emoji.

The ride back to what you were assuming was his home, was in comfortable, thick silence. Soft music still played through the speakers but even that wasn’t enough to keep the thick tension from fading, if you were being honest it only seemed to get thicker the closer you got to his home. Just like he had mentioned, ten minutes later and a couple turns later, he was parking his car by the curb. Once putting the gear in park, he gives you a small smile before climbing out the car where you follow in getting out yourself. Standing before you was a tall bricked building which gave you an aesthetic vibe from its faded grey color, to the fire escapes mounted on the side of the building. The sound of the car locking behind you brings your eyes away from the building to Chris who stood near the hood of his car, smile on his lips as he watched you admire the building, then motions his head to the left indicating to follow him, which you do with nervous feet.

Opening the main doors to the building, he lets you enter first before following behind you and leading the rest of the way. Not before grabbing your hand and interlocking your fingers together as he walks towards the elevator’s, definitely not causing heat to rise on your cheeks at the unexpected action, but allow his fingers to slot themselves with your own. As you both waited for the elevator you took the time to observe your surroundings, noticing just how luxurious this building was, with a splash of rustic architecture displayed around the entire lobby. Nicely waxed wooden tiles laid on the floor, a few couches with coffee tables were scattered throughout the lobby, a black marble front desk stood by the entrance of the building with a man around his late forties sitting behind said desk, plants were also displayed in every corner as well as some dangling from the ceiling, a couple TV’s were hooked on walls showing the News or advertising certain promotions the building had. In your opinion, everything screamed rich, which had you wondering.

“So are you like.. a lawyer or something?” You suddenly asked, turning your gaze at the man who was quietly watching the elevator reach their floor,

The question brings out a wide smile along with a deep chuckle from him, “More like a construction worker. Me and my brother work with my old man,”

“Ohh that’s right, Evans Construction,” You claim with a smile, remembering the time when you had asked Ashley on what her uncle did for a living,

You were asking for a friend obviously.

Chris continues to smile down at you, “Yeah,” He starts as he looks around the lobby, “Guess it kinda pays the bills,”

Kinda? You think to yourself.

“Might need to work for your dad then if I kinda wanna pay for my college loans,” You joke, earning a soft chuckle from him,

“Would definitely love to see you in a tool belt,” He says, eyes raking your entire frame before settling on your eyes and continuing with, “Just.. a tool belt,”

A large smirk spreads on his face when he sees the way your cheeks flush bright red at his words, then chuckles once again when you shake your head in embarrassment and shove him away with the hand interlocked with his, but all he does is pull you with him as he walks inside the elevator, causing you to bump against his firm chest. Pushing a button on the panel behind your shoulder, he lets his blue orbs glance down at your own eyes. You feel a hand rest on your hip while the other softly cups your cheek, then feeling the way his fingers place a strand of hair behind your ear before watching the way he slowly bends down towards your lips. Your lips connect the same time the doors to the elevator shut close.

The kiss was gentle, caring, slow, but passionate. Both your mouths were molding together while your hot, warm tongues danced with each other, fighting for dominance, then before you knew it he began pushing you backwards until your back gently collided against the left side of the elevator and immediately slotting his leg in between your own, earning a soft gasp from you when he forces your hips down on his thigh once again. Not only did your clothed core rubbed beautifully against his firm thigh, but you too felt the way his harden member poked against your own thigh, letting you know just how much he wants this, how much he craved you, how much he missed you.

Annoyingly, before things can get more heated the sound of the elevator ringing breaks you two apart. Chris quickly looks over his shoulder then back at you with a smile as he pulls away before grabbing your hand and leading you both out the elevator.

Taking a glance up at the number on top of the elevator doors you noticed you had stopped on the eighth floor, making your eyebrows raise when you catch a glimpse of a view from the window to your left as you got off the elevator. You wondered if he had a view, guess you’ll find out in a matter of minutes.

A couple doors later, you both stop in front of a black door that read 8F in the center. You stand behind Chris as he unlocks it then watch as he steps aside for your to entire first, he’s such a gentleman, you thought to yourself as you entire his home with a smile. Just as you step foot inside, the sound of something rattling and nails scraping against the wooden floor can be heard from down the hall and itching closer.

“You have a dog?!” You say with excitement as you watch the overly excited dog make it’s way towards the both of you, bending down you pet the handsome dog who excitedly ran towards you instead of his owner,

Chris chuckles as he places his keys on a small key bowl by the door, “Yeah, rescued the big guy a couple years back while we were working on a house in Savannah during the summer, his names Dodger,” He explains with a loving smile as he watches the way Dodger curls on the floor, stomach exposed as he waits for your loving scratches,

You let out a giggle as you go ahead and give him scratches on his belly, “You’re a handsome one ain’t ya?”

You receive a loud, happy, excited bark from the boxer-mix on the floor, widening your smile as you continue to give him belly scratches. A few belly rubs later, you rise from the floor with a satisfied smile on your lips as you watch Dodger get up from the ground, does the usual dog shake off before walking away with a wagging tail. Nails clicking against the floor is all you can hear in the home, causing a soft chuckle to escape from you. Turning around you notice how Chris is just staring at you while leaning against the wall, hands tucked into his front pockets as he scans your entire frame with a knowable look in his eyes. Without saying another word he slowly makes his way towards you then let’s his hand reach out towards your shirt before gently pulling you against his chest, where he immediately slots your mouths once again.

Like a machine programmed, your arms easily wrap around his neck, fingers getting lost in his dark locks at the base of his neck as you melt against his lips. A certain tug on his locks causes a muffled moan to be heard from his throat, which he can’t help but deepen the kiss as he forces you to walk backwards until your back softly collides with the wall. His large frame traps you against the wall once again, but only for a split second before you start feeling one hand gripping the side of your waist while the other settles behind your thigh and in a swift motion your off the ground. Your legs immediately wrap around his waist while your hands hold onto the back of his neck in a firm grip, lips not once parting from each other as he begins walking further into the home.

You’re not really sure where he’s leading you both, but you’re assuming it’ll be either the couch or his bedroom, didn’t matter, just as long as you’re able to feel his warmth soon. The feeling of your body slightly bouncing in his hold answers your previous question when you can hear and feel him climbing up some stairs. Then hear how his boots stomp on the wooden floor as he makes his way down the hall and in a short time you suddenly feel him laying you down against cushion, which you assumed was his bed. Without breaking the kiss, he uses the arm he has wrapped around your lower half to shift you higher on his bed, which he does so easily, as if you weighed nothing. Knowing he can easily manhandle you without any effort definitely turns you on even more, igniting a kink that you didn’t know you had and only making the whole situation a thousand times more arousing.

A soft gasp escapes from you when he firmly knocks his hips against your clothed core, where he then uses the opportunity to lavish your neck at the new exposed skin.

“Chris.. please,” You beg with a breathless tone, small moans slipping from your lips every few seconds at the way his harden member teases you through thick layers,

“I got you,” Is all he whispers against your lips, pecking them one last time as he begins undoing the button on your jeans and not wasting time on lowering them down your legs along with your underwear,

It has been three weeks since he’s last had you, three weeks since he’s had your warmth, your taste, so matching the same eagerness as you he wasn’t going to waste another second. The moment he slips off your shoes and undergarments, tossing them somewhere behind his arm he spreads both your legs as wide as they can go before diving in. The first long, firm, hot lick against your core has your back arching off the bed with a breathless moan, hands immediately latching onto his hair and gripping tightly as he soon picks up the pace. His tongue lavishes your walls and clit, making firm circular movements against your bundle of nerves ripping moan after moan from you.

“Oh.. f-fuck,” You breathlessly moan when his tongue continues to attack your clit, but what causes your hips to slightly rise from the mattress is the feeling of his thick finger pushing its way inside,

The noise that rumbles up your chest and out your mouth is pure bliss as the new sensation buzzes throughout your body. The way his tongue feverishly laps against your clit with his thick finger pumping in and out of you at a torturous pace creates the most delicious friction at the pit of your stomach. The knot only seems to grow as he plunges another thick digit inside of you, bringing another noise from you as he picks up the pace. The sounds of your moans and filthy slurping noises coming between your legs bounces off the walls in the room, yet, they only seem to grow louder as you near the edge.

Your hips begin to move against his face as you near the end, but a firm arm pinning your hips to the bed halts your movements, making a whine escape from you but before you can plead to him he’s soon pumping his fingers and lapping at your clit in rapid pace.

“Oh my-..” Is the only thing that slips out your mouth as the pleasure only seem to increase as he vigorously pumps his finger inside of you,

From the way his thick fingers pumped inside of you to his tongue lapping away at your bundle of nerves and his beard rubbing deliciously against your thighs was becoming too much, the knot forming in the bit of your stomach was becoming too tight for you to hold. Chris must’ve known or must’ve heard the way your breathing was coming in harsh puffs because he only seems to pick up his pace, pumping and licking at an incredible speed that has you once again arching off the bed while your hands grip onto his soft locks.

“Chris,” Was the last thing you breathlessly say before your orgasm hits you like an anchor reaching the bottom of the ocean,

Chris’ fingers and tongue continue their rapid movements as you ride out your orgasm, causing a few twitches to erupt from your body when you become a little sensitive, but with one final lick to your clit Chris pulls away from your soaked core, slightly cursing under his breath at the sight. You had completely drenched his fingers, causing his member to throb painfully in his jeans at the delicious sight and god how he missed this. How he missed you.

With slow movements he begins placing gentle kissing against your thighs, beard slightly tickling against your skin, causing a small flinch from you and a small chuckle from the man who continued in lavishing your skin with feathery kisses. You on the other hand just laid there as you slowly came down from your high, you had definitely came harder than you’ve ever had, literally draining half of your energy from its intense orgasm. Chris must’ve noticed your relaxed, quiet form because you hear another deep chuckle coming from him. Opening your eyes, that you didn’t know were closed, you lock eyes with his, noticing just how dilated they were.

“Still with me baby?” Chris asks, smile spreading on his lips as he continues to take in your flushed form,

“Mmhmm,” Is all you’re able to mumble out which ends up in a short chuckle when you can picture just exactly how you look at the moment,

Smile still on his face, Chris furrows his brows as he removes a strand of hair from your eye, “Was that your first time?”

He couldn’t help but ask, not because he wanted to pry into your previous sex life but because the way you responded made him curious if you ever been on the receiving end. With an embarrassed look you slowly nod your head, answering his question.

Then it clicked.

“W-We’re you a vir..—,”

“No,” You quickly answer with a shake of your head when you knew the question that was coming, “I guess just… I guess they just didn’t know how to please a woman yet,”

You explain, slightly throwing shade to your ex, yet, you didn’t regret the words. Not one bit.

Chris chuckles, deep and dark, “Well, get use to it sweetheart because there’s plenty more where that came from,” He promises with a deep kiss,

“Looking forward to it,” You whisper against his lips, smile tugging on your own as you bring him down for another kiss, this time allowing his warm tongue to explore and face with yours,

The same time you feel his large hand sliding under your shirt and slowly treading upwards until he grips tightly on your covered breast, which of course brings another gasp from you, you allow your own hands to reach down towards his belt where you quickly undo it. Once unfastening the button of his jeans you let your hand reach down, firmly palming the large bulge that hides behind his navy briefs, earning a loud, muffled groan from the man above you. However, a deep animalistic growl vibrates from his throat the moment your small fingers wrap around his girth and begin stroking up and down.

“Fuck,” Chris whispers against your lips, body going absolutely stiff when your grip tightens around him the same time your strokes get faster,

Although, before you can continue or do more than stroking, he quickly shrugs off his shirt before pulling your hands off him to remove his own briefs and jeans. Your eyes go wide at the sight of him, his large, leaking, girth of a brick rests heavily in between his legs and curling upwards towards his toned stomach. Just because you’ve already seen all of him that one time in the kitchen doesn’t mean you still don’t get speechless at just how big he really is. Hell, the sight of him again after three weeks has your mouth watering for him, it has you craving him, it has you desperate for him all over again.

Trailing your eyes up towards his chest you meet his eyes, noticing how they were already staring at you, wide smirk on his lips as he crawls towards you again. He latches his lips against yours again in a gentle, caring, slow manner before feeling his hands sliding your shirt off your frame then your bra. Settling back against the cushions you watch him scan your now exposed breast, watching the way his eyes slowly blink as his mouth slightly parts as he continues to admire the new fresh of skin.

“Fucking beautiful,” He whispers, large hands rising to grip both of your exposed breasts, letting a heavy sigh leave through your nose and heat to rise up your cheeks at the affection you currently were receiving,

His blue eyes trail up from where they were focused on the way his hands fit perfectly against your globes to your own blown out orbs. Licking his lips he bends down to latch against yours once again, at the same time he teases you by rubbing his leaking tip against your aching clit, earning a pathetic whimper from you, but it was pure music in Chris’ ears so he repeats his actions until those whimpers grew more desperate for attention. Yet, he couldn’t deny his own desperation, he’s been thinking of you and wanting you for three weeks and now that he has you splayed out beneath him, he’s not gonna waste another second.

With one last thrust of his hips, he removes one hand from your breast to dig through a drawer on your left. You hear him rummaging for a few seconds before feeling him pull away, opening your eyes you see him kneeling in between your legs as he tears a packet with his teeth. His blue eyes meet yours as a soft scoff escapes from you.

“Can’t be too careful,” He claims as he spits out the piece of plastic and pulls out the rubber from its hold,

A soft chuckles leaves your lips as you watch him slide it on, “Like we were the first time?”

Chris closes his eyes as a deep chuckle rumbles off his own lips, “I know I know,” Slightly opening your legs wider, he hovers above you once again and bends down to peck your lips before feeling him rub against your core and feeling the way he slowly starts pushing in,

A gasp falls off your lips as you feel the way his large girth stretches you open. As he continues to push in a deep groan rumbles in his throat when he feels your walls clamping down on him from the large intrusion, causing a large hand to grip the side of your waist to keep him grounded.

“Fuck baby, you’re so tight,” He curses under his breath as he slowly continues to push the rest of his member,

In less than a second he’s soon deep into your core, earning a heavy sigh to fall from your lips as you get accustomed to him. Angling his head he pecks gentle kisses on your lips to distract you from the discomfort, but after a short while you mumble in between the kiss, letting him know he’s good to move. And boy did he do just that. The moment he gives your forehead one last peck he doesn’t waste time in pulling his hips back before slamming them back into you, earning a loud, choked whimper to escape from you. His pace quickens right after that, not once faltering, and not once did he fail to bring out beautiful noises from you with each thrust he gave you.

Soft grunts and groans can be heard deliciously in your ear as he rests his face in the crook of your neck, however, one particularly loud growl vibrates in your ear when you rake your nails against his back, which only arouses you even more. After a while, you feel him pull away and watch him lean back on his knees, large hands gripping onto both your legs and spreading them as wide as they can go while his bright, dilated, blue eyes looked down to where his cock pushed in and out of your glistening cunt. It was such a beautiful sight for him, loving the way his cock is splitting you open, loving the way your juices covered him, loving the way your lips looked red and raw. Everything.

“Fuck,” Chris whispers when his eyes trail up towards your body, watching with wide lustful eyes the way your breast bouncing with every snap of his hips,

Although, something inside of him snaps when his eyes land on your beautiful flushed face. Eyes tightly shut, mouth slightly open with small moans escaping from you had him completely feral at the sight. Without thinking, he drops one hand from your knee and replaces it around your neck, earning an erotic moan to slip from you at the new added pressure. Fuck.. she’s perfect. Chris couldn’t help but think as your moans only grew as he picked up his pace and added a little more pressure to his hold. Not enough to cut off your airway, but enough to bring you back down to his cock.

“Oh my—,” You cry out when you feel him hoisting your leg to rest on the crook of his elbow and feeling the way the new angle allows him to plunge deeper inside of you,

Your hands are on your sides hold onto the white sheets with tight grip as your second orgasm approaches much quicker. With the way his cock is hitting your cervix in a brutal pace has the knot building in the pit of your stomach. Yet, what finally made the bridge collapse was the rough feeling of his thumb rubbing against your clit, bringing a loud gasp from you and causing your whole body to arch off the bed once again when your orgasm hits you hard.

“That’s it baby. Come for me,” Chris comments, blown eyes watching the way your whole body shakes at the intensity of your release, yet not once did he stop thrusting into you,

He eventually does slow down when you place a hand on his chest as you try pulling away due to being overstimulated, but of course he doesn’t let you. He stops his movements, but doesn’t let you pull away by gripping onto your hips and slamming you back down on his cock, earning a small yelp from you at the feeling.

“Ohh..fuck,” You breath out, hand still on his chest as you try and gather your breath,

Chris only smiles down at you before grabbing your hand that rests on his chest to place gentle kisses against your fingers, wrist and down your arm until he’s leaving a trail of kisses against your glowing skin till he reaches your burning, awaiting lips. Your arms wrap around his neck, fingers tangling themselves into his sweaty locks at the base of his neck and gently massaging there.

After a few seconds of letting you rest, Chris pecks your lips, cheek and forehead before feeling him pull away and carefully slipping out of you. The empty feeling brings a shutter out of you, but watch as he gently turns your body till your stomach now lays against the comforter. You feel him place kisses along your neck and back then feel him slightly lifting your hips before feeling him sliding inside of you once again. Bringing a breathless moan from you when the new position feels tighter and deeper.

“Fuck baby,” You hear him behind your ear as he slowly rocks into you before once again picking up his pace, slamming his hips into you,

A gasp and a whimper falls from your lips as you grip onto the pillow in front of you, “C-Chris,”

“I know baby, just one more yeah?” He tells you, voice vibrating against your ear as he continues with his thrusts,

No words were able to form out of your mouth except for breathless moans and whimpers as he repositions himself behind you. Slightly resting a heavy hand on your back while keeping your hips up with his other, left your body slightly bent on the bed which not only allowed him to dig deeper into your core, but it also made the knot in your stomach to form quicker than you thought. In fact, it didn’t take long for your third orgasm of the night to hit you, causing pleasured cries to fall from your lips as your body shook from its intensity once again.

Due to your walls fluttering and clamping around him, Chris soon reaches his own peak with a loud groan behind your ear. With one final deep thrust he buries himself deep inside you as he empties inside the condom, hands barely catching his weight on either side of your head to not crush you when his energy drains from his release. You on the other hand could care less if he did or not, the last energy you had left had been washed away with your third orgasm that now you laid completely limp on the mattress. Your eyes fluttering close every now and then at the exhaustion that washes over you, yet you knew sleeping wasn’t an option. Not now anyways. As much as you craved sleep you knew you couldn’t.

As you fought your eyelids to remain open and fought the exhaustion that tried overpowering your body, you can hear the breathless pants coming from behind you as Chris gathered his breath. His hot breath fanned against your sweaty skin awhile leaning his forehead against your shoulder blades, then noticing how one of his hands still gripped tightly by your waist and feeling the way his—now soft—member was still buried inside of you.

“Shit,” Chris breathlessly says against your skin as he continues to gather himself,

Then, after taking another minute or so, he slowly begins pulling out of you, bringing another shutter through your exhausted body at the empty feeling once again. Without looking, or even attempting to rise your head from where it laid heavily against the bed, you hear him hiss under his breath, then a soft noise on the floor before feeling the bed dip by your side. Opening your eyes, that had been closed for nearly five minutes, you notice how he laid down on his back, eyes closed as he continued gathering his breath. Then watch as those bright blue orbs of his land on yours, small smile creeping its way on his face as he observes your own worn out eyes.

“Still with me?” He asks, letting the back of his knuckle rub against your cheek,

You hum, slightly nodding your head as best as you can while still leaning against the mattress, “Never better,”

A soft chuckle slips from his mouth, knuckle still rubbing soothing circles against your cheek as he reaches over to place a gentle kiss on your lips before pulling you against his chest. With as much strength and energy you can build, you slide over to him, leaning your head against his chest. Calm, soothing heartbeat thumping against your eardrums as you two laid there in each others arms, breathing, relaxing, talking quietly amongst each other about anything and everything. However, as much as you wanted this night to last, to just spend the remainder of the night in his arms till you both fell asleep, you knew you couldn’t. You had to get home before it get any later, so with an exhausted sigh you begin pulling away from his grip, but right as you managed to somewhat pull away from him he pulls you back down against his chest, earning a small chuckle from you.

“Chris,”

“Stay,” Is all he says, eyes closed as he kept you in his large arms,

“I can’t, I gotta go,” Chuckling once again you gently tap his peck before rising from his hold once again, but only settling into a sitting position beside him,

His arm falls around your waist at your new position, but doesn’t stop his fingers from rubbing patters against your skin as he watches you.

“Thought you didn’t have a curfew?” He asks, placing his other arm behind his head,

You smile down at him, “I don’t. But it’s getting late,”

He stays quiet for a few seconds. Eyes admiring your still slightly flushed face as he continues rubbing his pattern against your skin, “What time are your parents leaving you to babysit?”

You furrow your brows as you try to remember the exact time, “By noon, I think,”

“I’ll get you home before then,” He states, eyes not once parting from yours,

A smile tugs on your lips as you consider his offer with narrowed eyes, and knowing he knew you were debating on accepting his offer by the way his smile only widens. Then knowing he knows you’ve accepted it when he motions his head to the side.

“Stay,” He repeats, smile forming into a smirk when you roll your eyes at him with a shake of your head,

Quickly reaching over the edge of the bed to pull out your phone from its pocket, you sent a quick message to your mother letting her know you’ve decided to spent the night at Ashley’s but promise to be at the house before they leave. Once placing your phone on the bedside table, you quickly cuddle next to Chris who invited you with warm open arms. Placing a long gentle kiss on the crown of your head he wraps his arms around your frame before closing his eyes. Fingers now dancing along your shoulder blades as you both settle into conversation once again about random things, however, in a matter of minutes you both quickly drift off by the sounds of each others steady breathing.

In all your years of sleeping, you will admit, this was definitely by far the best nights of sleep you’ve ever gotten. A bit risky, but definitely worth it.

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The Marriage Pact

When Sloan and Chris become reunited and get more than a few drinks in their systems they remember something from their past, and it includes a marriage pact they made a decade ago. But the two decide to follow through with the agreement and get married!

warnings: mentions of sex, drinking, and swearing

word count: 2,750

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“When I say birthday you say bitch!” My best friend Corrine shouts to the crowd of men at the bar

“Birthday”

“Bitch!”

“Birthday!”

“Bitch!!”

I shake my head at her as she remains standing on the bar stool across the way from me

I stare at the weird colored cocktail in my hands that she insisted I have

It’s extremely strong and very disgusting

“When Corrine texted me last week with an invite to celebrate your birthday I was honestly surprised.”

I look behind me quickly, seeing a very old friend that I haven’t spoken to in years

Chris smiles and hugs me tightly as I stare at him confused

“She invited you?”

“She invited a lot of people, clearly. How many of these people do you actually know Sloan?”

I look towards the groups of people and say “Probably about a fifth of them I’m acquainted with.”

His eyes widen as he laughs saying “Typical Corrine.”

“She sends out mass text messages, for all her parties. That’s where you come in, you must’ve accidentally been grouped in.”

He looks to me suspect saying “What you wouldn’t invite me by choice?”

I sigh saying “I don’t know, it’s been awhile.”

“Yeah it has, from what I’ve heard you’ve basically stopped acting?”

Shaking my head I say “Who told you that?”

He waves his phone saying “The internet. Your last show is going to be that sitcom? Really?”

“I need a break from acting. The roles I get are undeveloped and unenjoyable. I’m tired of playing the female arm candy in an action movie.”

“You’re done with Tom Cruises movies?”

I roll my eyes saying “Unless I get my own spin off, yeah.”

“That’s a shame. You’re so good at what you do, you need a better agent.”

Narrowing my eyes to him I say “It’s been at least 2 years since we’ve talked and this is what you want to talk about? What are you filming? Still at Marvel’s beck and call?”

He grumbles saying “funny. When you get a multi million dollar main character role you can have an opinion on my role but yeah I am still doing the marvel thing.”

“I can tell, you’re only in this good of shape when you’re filming marvel.”

“Thanks?”

I sigh and say “I also want a break to start a family or something. I’m ready to settle down.”

“Ah I see..”

“You want something to drink?” I ask

He nods saying “Yeah sure. What are you…having? Jesus what is that?” He motions towards the glittery glow in the dark drink in my hand

“It’s called a Sloan. Don’t ask me how Corrine thought of it, it’s nearly toxic waste.”

Chris looks over in the direction of our somewhat mutual friend getting men to shout in unison with her “I see she still has men wrapped around her finger.”

“She wouldn’t be Corrine if she couldn’t get men to wrap around her finger.”

“What’s she been up to in acting terms?”

I finish my drink and say “She’s in a new movie with Margot Robbie and Will smith.”

“Interesting pairing, I’ve gotta admit.”

I walk with him to the bar and the bartender says “What can I get you both?”

“Two more Sloan’s and also something drinkable.”

He smiles to us and Chris says “I’m not drinking that glittery toxic waste.”

“It’s my birthday are you forgetting that?”

“I hate when people leverage that. I already got you a gift. It’s in that disgustingly tall pile of gifts.”

“You owe me. It’s been 2 years since we’ve talked, you owe me.”

Grumbling he takes a sip as I carry the other drinks in my hands

He makes a face saying “It’s gross.”

I smile saying “good. Finish it.”

Shaking his head he says “this would kill my street cred y’know.”

“I’m sorry, what street cred?”

He scoffs as he finishes the drink and sets the glass down. He grabs the beer from my hand and says “I’m a beer guy, you know that.”

“And I’m a tequila gal, doesn’t mean Corrine cares.”

He nods and says “no family here today?”

I narrow my eyes to him saying “Surprised you didn’t read about that in the news.”

“What? What happened?”

Sighing I say “it is my birthday you know, and I really would like not discussing my family.”

“Fine, deal. No bringing up ex’s then.”

I smile saying “good. I was hoping you’d say that.”

“Does that mean you broke up with Garret??” He asks dumbfounded

Groaning I say “Don’t make me bring up Minka and Jessica.”

He groans loudly and says “I need more beer.”

He walks away and I follow as I laugh at his avoidance of the topic. I nudge him saying “Still want to ask about Garret?”

He narrows his eyes to me in annoyance as he pushes cash towards the bartender annoyed

“I’ll just ask him myself.”

I make a face and say “And Minka happens to go to the same spin class as me.” I smile to him

He huffs in annoyance and says “They wanted more and I wanted more time.”

I shake my head and say “Sounds about right.”

“Is that why you and Garret broke up?”

I scoff saying “No. Far from it. I wasn’t pushing him for more, he fell for his costar. She’s 10 years younger than me and she worships the ground he walks on. He told me about her and we were done. I threw his things off my balcony.”

His eyes widen and he says “Jesus.”

I shrug and say “There, you’re caught up on my romantic life.”

He laughs as I sigh, he says “I’m sorry. I was just curious. You guys were serious, at least I thought so.”

“We were, then I got swamped with work and he sought out comfort elsewhere. Fucking asshole..”

Chris and I laugh as I motion to the bartender for more tequila shots

“I have work tomorrow.”

“This should do nothing to you. Come on lightweight.”

The drunkenness quickly came over us as we just kept drinking together, the surroundings around us melted away as we caught up

“How’s your mom?” I ask as I squint at the beer in my hand

“She’s doing great. How’s yours?”

“Not going there right now.” I hum as I reach for my beer

“I think I’m drunk.” He says aimlessly as he stares at the ceiling that’s dimly lighting up the bar

“It feels great. It’s been too long.”

He smiles widely as my head hits his shoulder as I laugh and smile to him

His head rests on mine and he says “Another round please.” He motions towards the bartender

I spin the shot in my hand saying “This is the real Sloan! a shot and a beer to wash it down with… you know me so well.”

I smile to him as I turn my attention to him, he smiles saying “I’ve missed you so much.”

“Right back at you Evans. I’ve missed having friends that actually know me.”

We click our glasses together and say “Cheers to our reunion.”

He nods saying “Cheers to you, happy birthday Sloan Sloan.”

I smile and say ��Ah I was wondering when that nickname was going to come up.”

I shoot back the shot and he follows after me a few seconds later

“Remember that stupid list we made?”

“When I was 22, i hadn’t met Garret yet and you were with Jessica. We wrote so many stupid things on that page.”

“Can’t remember what the paper even had on it.”

“We both wrote things we didn’t want each other to know for 10 years remember?”

I laugh and say “I remember.”

“God I wish we still had that paper.”

We both laugh as we sigh in defeat. I spin the liquid in the beer bottle as it dawns on me and I repeat “Under the three willow trees in our favorite park.. where the dog shit can’t be smelled from..”

He looks to me surprised and says “We buried it!”

I nod and he stands up quickly as I tumble out of my barstool from his sudden movement.

He steadies me as he holds my shoulders tightly

“We have to go.”

“What..?? This is my party!”

He nods saying “We have to go get it.”

I smile and say “Well okay I guess. But you owe me a cake I am going to miss my cake.”

“Deal.”

An Uber was called, we stumbled into the back seat as the woman says “You two alright back there?”

“Jimminy crickets we’re amazing! Oooo all this is for us? Okay… I see you.”

I grab the free candy and water she has set up for Uber guests

She pulls up to the park saying “You two going to be alright?”

Stumbling and basically rolling out of the car we laugh and i give her a thumbs up

“We’ll be perfect, thank you!” He thanks the driver as we approach the very dark park at this late of an hour

“I just love scary parks at this hour.”

“It’s not that late. It’s only like 1:30am or something like that.” He reassures me

As soon as we got to the trees I fell to my knees and struggled to dig at the grass. He laughed as he stumbled as he laughed so hard he fell over

I shush him and he laughs louder screaming “Who’s going to hear us out here!”

I crawl towards the play structure and steal some kids plastic pale and shovel

I dig at the grass and he grabs it from me saying “No, no let me.”

I sit back and watch as he digs with the weak shovel as it bends from his strength

He hits the box and I quickly push the shovel away as I impatiently pull the box that’s slightly damaged out

The dirt has eaten at it and the plastic bag hasn’t lasted very well

I guess it has been a decade

I pull the papers and read the list in my hands confused

I don’t remember this being in there

He pulls the bottom papers and reads them as I look through this written agreement that we signed

“Get this, I wrote that in ten years I hope I’ll be a more respectable actor and work on a award winning movie.”

He flips the page as he reads “In ten years I want to be married with a baby and a successful career. But all I really want is to be happy, whether that means giving up acting or not.”

His frown deepens as he looks to me as I read the list

1. Don’t let work get in the way of our friendship

Well clearly we didn’t follow up on that one

2. Help each other anytime it’s needed, career wise or otherwise.

He can’t help with things he doesn’t know about.

3. Always be each others backups, in any date scenario

That one was a stupid add, he only added that one because he knew he needed a date to his sisters wedding the next week. But I obliged.

4. In ten years, or less if we haven’t settled down and gotten married we’ll get married to each other

What the fuck ?!

I stare at the list of shit we wrote and I feel the stinging of a headache hit me as I go back to the first page

He pulls the other page from me as I go mute on him and he stares at me in confusion as I don’t respond to his questions

He reads through them with a smile and it only falters when he gets to number 4 and he looks to me as I stare at the agreement

He smiles and says “Ten years, huh?”

“Take this written agreement as a verbal and written contract that we are obligated and honored to marry the other if both see fit in their very single lives. Rules that may exempt the agreement would be a. A relationship b. A baby and a relationship c. A sexually transmitted disease d. a change in sexual orientation.”

Chris chuckles at the last two rules and I roll my eyes as I say “If not met with that criteria we are morally obligated to relieve each other of the embarrassment of being married too late in life.”

I scoff in annoyance saying “who wrote this shit oh my god.”

Chris smiles saying “I think it’s hilarious.”

“I think it’s- it’s… I don’t know!”

“I think we should listen to our twenty-something selves and follow up on this.”

I stare at him in shock and he nods saying “We promised, we’ve gotta follow up on this pact, we fell through with every other agreement, not this one too, come on.”

“We just started talking again,”

He nods saying “I haven’t had fun like this in years.. I feel like me when I’m with you. I haven’t felt like me in too long. Let’s go get our shotgun wedding, c’mon.”

I slowly warm up to the idea and my smile slowly widens as I begin to nod in agreement

He smiles back at me as his arms snake around me and lift me off the ground. Spinning around as we laugh loudly leads to us tumbling over again

“You call the Uber, I’ll look up a place to get married.”

I feel my fingers move but my mind not catching up as I proceed with our plans of marriage.

It seems completely rational to us and he shows me the 24/7 chapel only a city over and I smile widely as I nod saying “deal.”

He presses his hands to the sides of my face as his thumb brushes down my nose and he taps the top of my nose saying “deal.”

The Uber drive consisted of me sitting close to Chris with his arm wrapped around me as my hands held tightly to his other arm

Pulling up to the chapel the Uber driver didn’t say much but there expression wasn’t indescribable

But it irked me.

I straighten up my dress and lick my hands as I press them to Chris’ stray aways

He groans as he attempts to squirm away from me as I insist on fixing his hair

I nod as I smile saying “perfect.. you look perfect.”

“Thank you, you look beautiful.”

We enter the establishment and the lady behind the podium welcomes us and gets us on the fast track to getting married

“We have a selection of rings to pick from if you haven’t purchased one yet, we offer a character wedding, Elvis, and a few other options. There’s a tropical wedding, a traditional-”

I cut her off saying “traditional.”

Chris smiles saying “no Elvis?”

I push his shoulder as I shake my head. We are brought to the ring area and he immediately picks the ring that sticks out to him

It’s what stuck out to me, it was surprisingly beautiful for the other options they had

I shook the fake ministers hand as we met him 2 minutes before we were to be married

“I need you both to sign this document.”

I squinted my eyes as I read the words on the document and it was a basic marriage document and I flipped the page and signed my name across the bottom quickly

Chris scribbled his name quickly, not taking a second glance and says “if the misses says it’s safe to sign I believe her.”

The minister walks us down the isle as the director of the weddings clips a waist length veil onto my hair

I nod to her in appreciation and the ceremony proceeds as the alcohol was still very influential in the ceremony even happening

The pictures were taken as the minister asks “This is both of your opportunities to say something about the other.”

Chris nods and squeezes my hand saying “You’re my best friend, Sloan Sloan. I felt incomplete without you in my life and having you back in my life means everything. I can’t wait to navigate this new adventure with you as my wife.”

My cheeks redden as I blush and my heart flutters and does back flips.

He tilts his head to me as he admires my smile and he pulls my hand to his lips as he kisses them delicately

I swallow thickly as I say “There’s no one else I could possibly do this with, it’s only you that could put me at ease like this. You are my best friend and I can’t wait to be married to you. I love you, Chris.”

He smiles and the officiant smiles as they say “do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do.” I nod as my brain is still foggy

“and do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do.”

Chris smiles widely as the man says “I pronounce you husband and wife.”

Before the man can continue Chris kisses me, and once we got started kissing we didn’t stop

His arms wrapped around me as he dipped me into the kiss and the officiant shakes his head muttering “Jesus..”

The wedding director smiles widely and pats our shoulders saying “A few more pictures.”

We take our pictures and are handed glasses of champagne and a bottle as we are directed to the restaurant next door

Chris says “Hello wife.”

I smile as I look to him saying “Hello husband.”

We both laugh as we stumble towards the Italian restaurant next door

“What would you say to skipping the dinner and going home?” I chime

He looks to me and says “Sounds like a square deal.”

The second we got into the Uber his lips were pressed to my neck as the driver visibly cringed

The car ride was fast as the man clearly wanted us out of his car.

Chris lifted me as he stumbled in step up to my house. I laughed as I hung off his shoulder and he patted the back of my legs as he sang everlasting love by natalie cole

“This will be… an everlasting love..!! Ooo..yes it will be!”

He is hilarious and I haven’t laughed this hard in too long

He jingled the key into the door and shifted me in his arms as soon as the door was open.

He carried me through the door frame bridal style and says “Now it’s official!”

The door is kicked shut behind us as he walks like a blind mouse through the pitch black house

We laugh loudly as we bump into every object in my house as our lips are glued together

His teeth pull on my bottom lip as I mumble “Past the guest room. And laundry… keep going.”

We hit the wall again and he releases my lip as my lips press to his cheek

“You’ve almost got it.”

And victoriously he finds my bed and we fall into it slowly as he lands on me carefully, keeping his lips attached to the exposed skin on my neck

“We should’ve done this years ago.”

I hmm in response as I can’t talk through the blissful tingling I feel throughout my body

“Y-yeah.” I say as his lips trail down the exposed skin around my dress as his hands reach behind my back, searching for the zipper

The zipper breaks through his impatience and I grumble as I grow uncomfortable with the heat between my legs

“Just rip the dress- Chris..”

He didn’t have to be asked twice, the dress was ripped from the fabric at the zipper and he pulled it off me roughly as I mumbled into his skin as he hovered over me “oh finally…”

He pauses for a minute as his eyes retreat down to my exposed chest, my back arching at his hands moving down to my waist, the exposed skin quickly showcasing new goosebumps

“didn’t need a bra with that dress- did-did you?”

His fleeting eyes look to mine as I produce a furrowed look, my expression asking him what he’s waiting for

He slides his hands up to my face and says “Are you okay? You alright?”

I nod quickly and say “I’m perfect. I’m happy.”

“That’s all I want for you, lo.”

I nod as I heave a breath saying “Are you okay?”

“More than okay. I’ve wanted this for a long, long time. Is this- is me doing this, is it okay?”

I nod in agreement quickly saying “Not if you wait any longer, you’re killing me…”

I squirm while I’m under him, in near desperation as his grin runs wide and his eyebrows pop

“Oh… I see..”

He laughs as I hmm in response, patience is not my strong suit

“I got you, as your husband, I’ve got you all taken care of.”

And he does, he easily does. My eyes flutter in relief and the rush of adrenaline hits me as my hips rise up in response to him

“good job, honey.”

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Breakfast

Board inspired by the one I saw @fvckinghenrycavill do

Pairing: husband Chris Evans x fem reader

Summary: just fluff you making Chris breakfast Bring it to him after he's been working all morning

Word count: 701

Warnings: none!

A/n: I had to write the sexist man alive a fic because I absolutely adore him

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~|fluffy content ahead|~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You had been sitting on the sofa in you and Chris's shared house looking out the open doors letting in the sunlight. Your place was mostly made of wood. You found it comforting to look out and see the tall green trees, your Christmas tree was one of them. It stood tall decorated with the ornaments you had hung up with Chris's help of course. You were so excited when he had brought it home. You had grown quite bored after a few hours since Chris was working on a project and the dogs were resting in there beds near the door. It wasn't that you were neglected by Chris, you just missed his attention.

You couldn't for the life of you understand why they'd given your husband a job around Christmas anyway. You had just been in his office checking in on him from time to time. He was deeply concentrated on what he was doing, so much so that he didn't move his eyes to look your way when you entered. You understood he was busy so left to give him space; that was over an hour ago and you couldn't help but worry a bit since he hadn't come down to eat but you really didn't want to disturb him while he was working. It made you a bit anxious, though Chris wasn't the type to blow a fuse if you did go talk to him, that was just how you were. You sat for a moment debating on whether or not you should go ask him to come eat but you quickly shut the questions out; you are his wife! you could make him food.

You nodded as If confirming it as you made your way to the kitchen. "Eggs and bacon are fine" you mumbled, pulling the carton and pack from the fridge, reaching for a pan and throwing the items on the stove. Chris was typing away on his computer when the smell filled the space. He looked up for a second, had you been cooking yourself something he thought while looking over his laptop. "Good she remembered to eat" he said to himself and went back to work content with the fact that you were taking care of yourself. A few hours passed while you cooked everything before plating it. You decided half way through to make hot chocolate with a candy cane resting in the mug, a few marshmallows floating on the steaming liquid as you carried the plate up the steps to him.

You pushed the door all the way open admiring your husband and how attractive he looked, focused on his task before knocking as lightly as you could with the food in your hand."Chris" you called softly and he looked up at the sound of your voice, a warm smile on his face at the sight of you. "Oh honey, you made me breakfast," he said, reaching for you as you walked to him, you nodded. "I wasn't sure if you'd want to come down so I made it and brought it to you" you say as you sit it down. "and you made hot chocolate!" He beamed, causing you to giggle while nodding. Chris had always been so adorable to you, he had a child like nature to him at times that never failed to melt your heart.

"You're the best. I wouldn't know what to do without you angel" he said, pulling you in his lap as he pressed kisses to your entire face, his beard tickling your skin making your nose scrunch up. He pulled back, blue ocean eyes looking at you with adoration and love. You smile at him, the look reminding you of the first time you saw him. He looked at you like you held the stars and the moon in your grasp. "I love you" he said in a haze, taking in your beauty like a fine art piece as his eyes searched your face. Your eyelashes flutter as the familiar butterflies and heart ache feeling fills you. You kiss him gently as you cup his face letting your eyes shut, his lips move with yours passionately. "I love you more" you say, pulling back.

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Festival of love

Chris Evans x reader

Summary: When some unfortunate things happen at the festival, the most fortunate things would it become. Maybe home was truly a magical place if only you would look closer.

Warnings: feeling of loneliness, depression if you look very close, insecurities, alcohol and anxiety

Words: 6,2K

A/N: I’m really not too happy with this but also didn’t want to throw it away. Besides, this is kind of my way of telling my experience with the festival.

Festival of love

Finally it was time for the festival that you worked so hard for. It was your second year and you were beyond excited but also stressed. You were a photographer, designer and content creator for security and more. Anyways, you were walking over the place, photographing all the volunteers who were building the festival. After shooting some couple of pictures you walked back to your working place.

You opened the door and your boss looked at you. “Hey, got some good pictures?” he asked you. “Yeah I think so.” You told him, making him nod. “Hey, take a look at this. What do you think?” he asked you as you took a seat next to him. It was the timetable. You took a good look at it. “I think it looks nice but you made a mistake with the time.” You pointed out and he frowned, looking closely. “Oh shit, you’re right. Thanks!” he told you and you smiled, knowing that he was on the verge of sending the timetable to the presser.

You opened your laptop and checked your phone. You stared at your background with a soft smile. It was a picture of you and Chris together. You were good friends but always had a soft spot for the man that developed into a crush. Besides, you were almost positive that Chris didn’t liked you that way.

“You miss him?” You heard your boss say all of a sudden. “What?” you looked up and he hinted towards your phone. “Oh… eh yeah, I do.” He gave you a soft smile and nodded. Chris was in America while you were in your home country so with the different time zones it was hard to get contact. Besides you were on a lot of pressure.

Chris did sent you a message saying that he missed you. Like I said, you were great friends and saw each other at least once a week but now you haven’t seen each other in 5 weeks or so and right now you were living on the festival terrain. You didn’t live far from here but you would wake up early, go back to the property and would leave around midnight and that for over a week now and it would only get rougher since the festival was only 1 day away.

Your phone went off and saw that Chris was the sexiest man alive 2022. You smiled bright, unable to hide it and texted him. “How did you not tell me about being the sexiest man alive!” you sent him the text when the door flung open from the shack (yes you all had to improvise in some sort of office.) “Y/N, the screens are here. Maybe if you have time, we can take a look at how your slides are.” The boss of security asked you. “Yeah sure!” you told him and stood up. “Good luck, see you later!” Deck, your boss told you. He knew you were nervous about the slides because everything already went wrong that could go wrong and was now 517 slides further.

You walked over terrain while chatting with Dean, from security. You got your notepad just in case. They lit up the screen and you immediately smiled when you saw your design that thousands of thousands of people will see in a couple of days. “Looks great!” you told them relieved, seeing that everything was working right. They nodded and you chatted a bit. “I should go back to work now.” you told them, ready to go back. “No, wait!” you turned back to them with a frown. They chuckled awkwardly. “Ehhh, can you check something for us out? Just to see how it looks. We can use some advice.” They stuttered and that was the moment that you were suspecting that something was going on.

“Why?” you asked them, trying to figure out what was going on. “Because you are a designer.” You looked back to your working place and sighed. “Okay, yeah sure.” They smiled and walked back with you to their trailer.

You looked at what they wanted you to see and gave them advice. “So can I go back to work now?” you asked them and they nodded. You still gave them a look of suspicion. “Let us take you back in the gator.” You nodded with a smile. It was always a fun time, racing through the festival terrain with the gator. You hoped in the back and they raced you back to your shack. It started to get dark which meant that, soon everyone had to stop. Well at least with building. You still had to do some work.

You went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. You haven’t looked this tired in a long time. You felt yourself grow exhausted but you couldn’t stop. You ignored it and kept going, walking back to your office. You didn’t see Deck anywhere and the lights were out. You were confused because there was so much more to do, he couldn’t just leave now,  and if he did, you were certain that he would let you know at least.

You decided to let it go, placed your headphones on and started working on the things that needed to be done for tomorrow.

You were so lost in time that you had no clue how late it was until somebody knocked on your window. You looked up and saw Mo with a smile and a beer in his hands. “How long you’re going to stay in there?” he asked, making you chuckle. “Almost done.” You told him and he nodded. “Brought you a coke.” He told you and you signaled that he could come in. He opened the door and took a seat next to you, his feet up on the other chair as he placed the coke next to you. “Thank you.” you told him with a smile.

“You’re welcome. What are making anyway?”  he asked you. “Just some name passes but I’m almost done.” He nodded. “I’ll let you get back to it.” he told you and ruffled your hair before walking out.

You were working for at least an hour and was finally done when your phone beeped. You saw that it was a text from Chris. “Hey sweetheart, I’m sorry I didn’t told you but you could’ve guessed right? ; )” you chuckled “How are you holding up?” he asked you. “exciting but very stressing .Just finished up the last things for tomorrow” You texted back “But it’s 10 in the evening there right?”  “Yeah… but it needed to be done. I’m really tired right now.” you send him a picture from your office. “Hang in there princess, I’m so so incredibly proud of you sweetheart.” Your heart filled with love.

You got up and packed your stuff and placed them away safely, putting the key in your pocket and got out to get a beer and unwind. When you got a beer you saw that a lot of people were looking at you and whispering something. You frowned and felt the anxiety shoot up.

You quickly walked outside and saw Mo and a couple of other friends and sat down but even there, there were people who were looking at you. “What’s going on? Why are people looking at me?” you questioned worried. “Nobody is looking at you, what are you talking about?” Mo asked. You looked around again but this time they didn’t look. “Nothing, never mind.” You told him and tried to blend in with the background. You were staring until you felt a hand on your shoulder which scared you.

“I’m sorry. Can you walk with me for a second?” Deck asked you. Now you became really, really worried. When you stood up you saw people looking at you. If there was something to happen, which was. Then you knew that they knew. The gossip went like a wild fire over here. You looked at Mo and he just had a grin. You shook your head and looked confused while you walked with Deck.

“Deck…. I’m getting worried. Is everything okay?” You asked him and he saw the panic and anxiety in your eyes. “Yeah, yeah don’t worry! Just want you to meet somebody.” He told you and you were still confused but at least the panic disappeared a little. Deck walked you outside but you didn’t see anyone.

You turned around to Deck with a puzzling look on your face. “Deck.. I don’t understand and I’m starting to freak out. Just please tell me what’s going on. People were looking at me inside and.” You couldn’t finish your sentence, clearly in a bit of a panic until you heard a familiar voice behind you and Deck just smiled at you. “Don’t panic sweetheart, it’s just me princess.” You quickly turned around to look in the comforting blue eyes from the man that you missed so much.

“Chris?” you whispered out, almost as if you didn’t believe it. You wrapped your arms around his neck in a hug. Chris chuckled and softly rubbed your back and held the back of your head softly and placing multiple kisses on it. You got out of the hug to see if it was real or that you were so exhausted that you were imagining things. You cupped his cheek and looked at him with big eyes. “I can’t believe that you’re here.” You told him and got back in the hug while Chris chuckled.

“I’m here now sweetheart. I’m so sorry that we got you worried.” He told you and got out of the hug, softly rubbing your cheek. You turned around to look at Deck. “Was that why you were gone? Do they know? How, Why, When?” you asked, your brain clearly fogged. They both chuckled. “Let’s go back okay? Then I’ll let you guys catch up.” Deck told you. You both nodded and walked back inside. You held Chris’s hand and couldn’t wait to show him around. You were over the moon that he was here.

The people who looked at you earlier had a smile on their faces so you knew that they knew. You got another beer for yourself, Chris and Deck and sat down at a table. “I knew you missed him and well Chris contacted me so we decided to surprise you.” Deck explained. You nodded slightly and looked at Chris who had a loving smile on his face while he looked at you. “I have 2 weeks off so don’t worry princess.” He told you and you smiled. He knew you wanted to ask about his filming schedule.

“I missed you and I want to see your work and see the festival. Couldn’t miss my favorite girl her dream, now could I?” he told you with a smirk which made you smile flustered. Deck looked between you and Chris. “I’m going to leave you guys now. See you tomorrow!” he told you and stood up leaving. “Thank you.” You told Deck who smiled and winked at you before walking off.

Chris was still holding your hand and looked up at you. “You look tired sweetheart.” He gave you a soft smile. You shrugged a bit. “It’s worth it.” You told him with a smile and your other friends came to join you with more beer. You already decided that Chris would stay with you ( of course). You had a fun evening and so did Chris with so much laughter and stories.

When you started to get really tired, Chris took notices. “Let’s go home and to bed sweetheart.” You nodded. You said your goodbyes to everyone and walked away with Chris. You were halfway home when Chris noticed your discomfort from your feet and walking so much. “Come here sweetheart.” He told you and placed you some sort of wall that you could stand up on. “Get on my back princess.” You did as you were told and jumped on his back. his arms were holding your legs as he walked home. You let your head rest on his shoulder and played a bit with his hair.

“Your hair is soft” you told him softly in a daydream while going through his hair with your fingers. You weren’t paying attention but Chris smiled lovingly at the ground, thinking about what you had said. “I like it when you play with my hair.” He decided to open up. You smiled, heart fluttering at his words and continued playing with his hair.

When you reached your house, you stayed on Chris’s back. He turned a bit so you could put the key in your door. You opened the door and Chris sat you down on your couch. He put the lights on and made some hot water for tea. “I’m so sorry, let me get the tea, you’re my guest.” Chris chuckled “Sweetheart, just sit down okay? I can see how tired you are and stressed.” he gave you a side eye with a soft smirk, knowing that you’ve been stressed out to the max. “ Besides, it’s nothing new right? You do this at my place as well, it’s no big deal.” He reassured you.

You smiled softly at him. “I’m so glad you’re here.” You told him softly and Chris hear a curtained kind of sadness in your voice. “What’s going on princess, why are you sad?” he asked you as he sat next to you. He knew you like an open book. Instantly knowing when there was in the least slightest bit of unease. You looked up at him, his eyes ever so kind and soft.

“It’s just… this is my dream you know. But nobody really checks up on me, call me or wish me luck except for you, but you were so far away and I’ve felt so extremely lonely. I went through all of this, all on my own. No one around me, support me or whatever. So many things had happened, good and bad and never in my life did I want to share this experience with someone. Like I crave it to the depths of my soul and not being able to makes me feel like my heart is slowly tearing apart and I hate it.” you confessed. You’ve felt so lonely that everything just came out.

You sniffled when you remembered the feeling and wiped your tears away. “All my friends over here left me… I tried to text them you know, but they keep it short or ignore me. I just wanted someone to stand besides me. This is the biggest opportunity I got and I went through it alone even though they know how big and how much this means to me. So eh yeah that.” You told him realizing that you just threw everything on the table. You quickly wiped away your tears and chuckled a bit uncomfortably.

“I’m sorry, I guess I’m just very tired.” You tried to shrug it off but Chris wasn’t having it. “Y/N, It’s not nothing princess. I’m sorry that that happened but I’m here now and I’ll stand proudly besides you. And those ‘friends’ ain’t shit. They really aren’t. I’m so proud of you and I’ll support you with every bit I got. That’s why I’m here right now. I want to see you shine in what you do, see you happy, excited and over the moon. Wouldn’t miss that for the world pumpkin.” He told you and pulled you in a hug.

“You never have to be alone again and if I knew you felt like this, I would’ve come sooner. I’ll be by your side with every step you take. You’re the strongest person I know but you can show yourself completely to me with all the downfalls and insecurities and I promise you, I’ll never look at you differently. You don’t always have to look strong, I know you are but you don’t always have to be.” He told you and pulled you tighter in the hug. You decided to trust him on his words and let your tears just flow.

He pulled away from the hug and cupped your cheeks with a sad smile while looking at you. His thumbs softly wiping away the tears. He pulled you towards him and planted a kiss on your forehead and pulled you back into a hug again. “I’m so tired.” You told him sobbing. “I know, it’s okay now. You can let it go, I’m here and you’re safe. You’re doing so good princess. Great even and I couldn’t be more proud of you.” That was it. That was all you wanted to hear from someone in the time spree you were working on the festival and it broke you down once you heard them and Chris knew it, knew you needed to hear that so badly.

“I know baby girl, I know and I’ll repeat it every single day, multiple times a day, whatever you need because I need you to know that. You do things that are beyond my comprehension. You do so, so much in such a little amount of time, it’s impressive. YOU impress me every single day.” You chuckled a bit, thinking back at how much you’ve already done indeed. “Thank you Chris.” You told him when you calmed down a bit. He smiled “You are more than welcome.” He placed a last kiss on your forehead and made some tea.

You asked him about how he was doing and stuff but he told you that that would come later. He wanted to know everything that you’ve experienced and listened closely to your stories, enjoying every one of them.

After the tea, you both went upstairs. “I’m sorry, if I knew that you would come, I would have something ready.” You told him and he kissed your head again. “Don’t worry about it princess.” You nodded. “If you don’t mind, you can sleep next to me.” you told him and he already smiled at you. It wouldn’t be the first time that you’ve both slept in one bed but still. “I don’t mind.” He told you and you nodded with a slight smile.

You freshened up and both crawled into bed. “Come here sweetheart.” He told you and opened his arms so you could cuddle him. You smiled and threw your arms around him. His arm was underneath you and pulled you closer to his chest. The heat was radiating off of him, sending you into a new relaxation and you let out a sigh. It felt for the first time in weeks that you could breath again and relax. For over two weeks you were on the go, without a moment of acclimatization. Chris smiled, knowing that you finally had a bit of peace and he could give that to you. You were out like a light, exhausted while Chris softly played with your hair.

You woke up from your alarm and you groaned, turning around without opening your eyes. You felt Chris shift next to you and you snuggled against his side, not wanting to wake up yet. You heard him chuckle at your disagreement with the alarm. “Sweetheart, we have to get up. It’s the big day.” You groaned again and opened your eyes, already anxious about it. You stared at the ceiling while Chris looked at every feature on your face and noticed the frown between your eyebrows. “Hey, it’s going to be okay. You got this.” you looked to your side to Chris and nodded with a sigh.

You got up and looked for your work clothes. Luckily today, you would get a fresh and new shirt. Chris just looked at you and sat up as well. Deck gave him a pass and everything so he could come with you before the festival began.

You checked your phone and already saw that some things weren’t really working right and everyone was panicking. “Alright, seems like I have to be there fast.” You told him. “Wait a minute. You need breakfast.” He told you, already disagreeing about you leaving without it. You chuckled “I have breakfast over there. And lunch and dinner. They already take care of it. So the only real thing I do here is sleep.” Chris nodded slightly but decided to go along with you.

You both got freshened up and you got everything you needed. Chris looked at you while you were in your working clothes and focused on the day ahead. “Hey, come here for a sec.” Chris told you before you both got out of the house. He got your chin slightly so your attention would be on him. “I’m so proud of you and you are going to be amazing. You got this, show it.” you smiled at his encouraging words and hugged him. Your phone rang and interrupted the peaceful interaction. You chuckled “Let’s go, seems like they need me.” you told him and held your phone up.

You took the call while you both walked back to the festival. You explained some things to Deck, who was in complete panic because he accidentally deleted your file from his laptop and deleted about 100 passes. You chuckled a bit at the stupidity. “Deck, it’s okay. I’ve saved the file around 5 times so I still got it. It’s going to be okay. I’ll fix it when I arrive okay?” you could hear him sigh in relief. “Okay, see you soon and I’m so so sorry.” He told you. “It’s okay, see you soon.” You chuckled. Chris looked at you when you hang up. You chuckled and looked at him. “He deleted something that he shouldn’t have.” Chris nodded and chuckled.

You arrived at the festival. You showed your passes and signed up as every day. You got your new shirt and Chris got a jacket which showed that he was a guest (safety reasons). You walked with Chris through the area and got breakfast and something to drink. You saw Deck and walked over to the table he was eating at and sat down, Chris next to you.

“Rough morning huh?” you asked him and he chuckled. You knew he was stressed out. It would surprise you if he wasn’t but he was the boss after all. After some chatting and breakfast you got back to your small office place and gave Deck the file again before showing Chris around.

He loved every minute of you showing him around and how excited you got about it as well. You introduced Chris to your friends that you made there before heading back and doing some work. You got your computer and sat outside in the sun with Chris. It didn’t took long before the festival would began.

There was a tradition and that was when the festival would start, everyone who worked on this for the last week and a half would come together, they would play a song on the mainstage and everyone would hug each other. Your mom was there as well and stood next to Chris in VIP.

Chris gave you a big hug before you would leave and you promised him that you would look him up. Chris just smiled in response. “Don’t worry about me princess. Enjoy yourself and I’ll see you later okay? You got this remember? And if you ever feel shitty or something happened, good or bad and you want to talk. You know where to find me sweetheart.” Deck stood next to you with a smile, waiting for you to come to the main stage.

You nodded and left the tribune to go to main. You saw your friends and colleagues already standing there. The music started playing and you saw from every side people running to main to congratulate each other for making the festival. You looked back to VIP and saw Chris and your mom smiling at you. You hugged everyone. Some started crying from all the pent up stress. Everyone got a beer and this moment you felt the tears slip. Your friends/colleagues noticed and pulled you into a hug. Chris saw it but knew you were in good hands now.

After the song ended you felt strong and powerful, walking over the festival with your head held high. You started photographing and walked with colleagues over the terrain.

You were so busy and in the evening you stood front row by main with your camera ready. You looked at the VIP section and saw Chris already smiling at you and taking pictures. You heard your phone go off and looked, seeing a text from Chris. “You look like you own the place in every good way possible. Couldn’t be more proud of you sweetheart.” You looked back and smiled at Chris. You sent a heart back. Chris was right though. You were confident when you were working. You had to be otherwise they wouldn’t let you in in certain areas. There was no time for people pleasing in this job at this moment. You had a job to do.

~time skip~

The festival was over and you felt sad. It was the most amazing experience you’ve ever had and the most amazing part was that you could share it with the person you love, Chris. These days you fell more in love with him than ever before and it made you slightly anxious. They were breaking down the festival and you came around to help when you saw Deck.

“Hey” you told him, making him turn around. “Hey, how are you?” he asked you with a smile. You picked stuff off from the floor and put the things in the back of the truck. “Yeah alright. Just a little sad it’s already over.” You told him as he continued the work. “and what about you?” he smiled. “I’m hanging on. I’ll collapse when it’s over.” He told you, making you chuckle and agree. You both hadn’t had a relaxing moment since the day you started this.

“How’s Chris?” he asked you with a smirk which made you frown in suspicion. “yeah, he’s fine.” You told him and he nodded. “So you guys together already or how long is it going to take the both of you?” you looked up in shock while he just had a grin. “What are you talking about?” you still tried to deny it because if you didn’t and spoke it out loud, then it would be real and there would be a chance that you could lose him.

“Oh come on now Y/N. Everyone can see it except the both of you. Besides, the way he looked at you with the afterparty… and how close you two are. Friends don’t look at friends that way.” He told you while walking past you with a couple of boxes as you stood there frozen. “You want another t-shirt and jacket??” he asked you as he looked in the boxes and threw you a couple which snapped you out of your thoughts. Deck saw that you were surprised to say the least and sat down on the edge of the truck. He tapped the spot besides him and you walked over to him, jumping up as well.

“I know it’s scary but it’s scarier not to pursue it when both of you love each other so clearly. You’ll regret it if you don’t. maybe it doesn’t work out but at least then you could say that you’ve tried it with everything you have. You don’t have to say it right away or do anything but maybe you can focus on it. You know when you’re interacting with each other, just ask yourself the question: Is this what friends would do or does he more? And when you see it, I can promise you, you’ll realize that he’s more than just a friend.” He told you and got up again to pick up some boxes. You were wrapped up in your own mind, going back to all the interactions you had with Chris and already saw that he was treating you more than just a friend indeed. “So are you going to help me or what?” Deck smiled as he saw you realize it and passed you some boxes and gave you a wink.

You continued packing everything up but you were in need of more people and everyone started to stress around you because you’ve been cleaning up here for over 4 days now and tonight would be the deadline that everything had to be gone. You texted Chris about the current situation and you saw that he saw it but didn’t respond.

You were continuing with the boxes with Deck until you heard a familiar voice “Hey.” You both turned around and saw Chris standing there. You and Deck looked at each other “I heard that you guys needed some help.” He told you and got one of the heavy boxes out of your arms. “Where does this one go?” he asked Deck and he pointed to the spot where it should go and looked back at you when Chris walked away. You were both surprised and at that moment Deck got a smirk and winked at you. You rolled your eyes and continued the work.

You all worked extremely hard and fast. You, Deck and Chris drove around from the terrain to the headquarters to put all the boxes away and everything. Finally around 6 in the evening you were done and exhausted. You had dinner outside and all went to the pub together to have a last drink with each other and celebrate that you all made it on time and just about the whole festival.

Chris and Deck stood next to you. You were all exhausted. “How do you guys made it if you had to do this everyday and with all the other things you were both doing. I’m seriously exhausted and you both had to do this all day for the last 2 weeks. I’m impressed.” He told you both. You and Deck laughed “you get used to it eventually. Or not and you just ignore it, going over in the automatic stand.” You told him and Deck heavily agreed with you.

You all drank some more and chatted. You and Chris started to lean more towards each other. His arm leaning pressed against yours and you felt the butterflies go lose and the only thing you could think about was what Deck told you. “Would friends do this or is there more?” Deck saw you deep in thought and gave you a knowing smile. You knew he was right do, just didn’t want to give in yet.

“Y/N?” you heard someone ask and you turned around. It was a guy that you’ve known from school. “Hey!” you told him excited, Chris keeping a close eye on you. You gave him a hug. You started chatting and he was always very flirtatious around you which Chris made his jaw clench. Deck noticed and walked off. “So you have a boyfriend?” he asked you with a smirk. You wanted to respond but Chris already responded to you. “Yes.” You could hear the irritation in his voice. His eyes a bit dark and mean while he looked at the guy.

Chris was leaning on his arm when he stepped away from the high table and walked towards you, standing next to you. The guy started to stutter and you were too much in shock to even respond. “I..I… eh.. s-s-sorry. I’ll see you around bye.” He walked away and Chris kept looking at the guy. You were both silent, thinking about what just happened.

You turned around to Chris and he looked at you with a ‘oh I fucked up face’. “what was that?” you asked him. Chris didn’t know what to say and started to panic as his anxiety went up. “I ehm… eh am sorry.” You squeezed your eyebrows together.

“Let’s go over there.” it sounded more like a question. You looked around and everyone was minding their own business until your eyes connected with Deck’s. he nodded at you and you nodded to Chris, walking over to somewhere more private. “Y/N, I really like you. Hell, I’m in love with you and I did from the moment I met you but it had gotten worse since the festival and I don’t know why and maybe I don’t want to know but I do know that I love you….” he was speaking very fast, clearly nervous and you tried to take every bit of information from his confession to you but struggled with processing everything.

“I really like you too Chris.” You spewed out almost as if it went automatically. Chris stopped speaking and looked at you. surprise yet relief was visible on his face while he took a deep breath. “You like me too?” he questioned and you nodded, looking down at the pavement.

You felt his fingers underneath your chin as he softly pushed your chin up so you would look at him. Chris smiled lovingly and adoringly at you. He cupped your cheek and came slightly closer but gave you enough time to get away but instead you leaned in and brushed your lips over yours. You both let out a shaky breath. You locked lips and waited, trying to process what was happening until Chris deepened the kiss. He pulled you closer and your fingers found his shirt, holding it tightly and your other hand went through his hair.

When you pulled away from the kiss you looked at each other. “Are we a couple?” you asked him and he smiled again. “I would love to be a couple if you do.” He was so soft with you it almost melted your heart. “I would like that.” You almost whispered and smiled. You both chuckled a bit before he kissed you again. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.” he whispered through the kiss, making you smile. You both pulled away again and you saw that his hair was ravished.

“Come here.” You told him softly and giggled before going with your hands through his hair, trying to fix it. You stepped a bit back to look at his hair. You smiled and nodded. “Yeah I look good?” he asked you, making you laugh. “Yeah, you are sexiest man alive.” He chuckled as well and held your hands and looked at them before making eye contact with you again. He cupped your cheek and placed a kiss on your forehead, letting it linger a bit. “Let’s get back princess.” You nodded and held his hand walking back.

Deck looked behind him and saw you guys holding hands. He smiled and nodded which you returned with a shy smile. “So Chris, what do you think about next year? Want to join the team?” Deck asked as he turned towards the both of you with a smile. Chris looked at you and smiled. “I’ll think about it.” he told Deck but kept looking lovingly at you with a smile.

Deck nodded with a smile “You look good together. It fits very well.” You saw Chris softly blush as you got shy yourself. “Thanks.” You both murmured out. “But you better take care of her. She’s family you know.” Deck warned him and Chris nodded. “I will. I’ll promise you that.” Deck nodded with a smile. “I know. just making sure.” Chris nodded.

~time stamp~

“It’s our time again.” Everyone said when you walked in and gave everyone a hug. “So glad I’m back” you told them in relief as if you could breath again. “We’re all are.” One of your friends say. “So how’s your first year of being the boss with Deck ?” you chuckled “Stressful but I’m so glad that he’s helping me learn all these things.” Your friend nodded. Chris walked up besides you. “So how are you holding up with her and being the new boss and all of that?” Chris chuckled “She’s been a sunshine.” You chuckled, knowing damn well that you weren’t. “No, we’re doing really good actually. You guys were right, we do fit very well together.” Chris told them as he looked at you.

“Well, welcome in the family brother.” One of the guys told him and Chris smiled. Deck walked up towards you “Hey” he said happily and gave you and Chris a hug. “I’m sorry to interrupt but I’m going to have to steal your girlfriend for now.” Chris chuckled and gave you a kiss. “Good luck sweetheart” he told you “You too handsome.”  He smiled as you parted ways. He helping the guys building the festival up and you got some sort of promotion and would became the new boss when you’ve learned everything.

Things couldn’t have been better.

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can you do a smut about andy barber cheating on his wife lauri with his sister in law, cam girl reader!

Lust on web

Pairing: Andy barber x cam reader

Summary: andy fucks his sister in law

Warning: 18+ 😏🌶️

Note: this is my first time writing a smut so plz be patient

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Yn set up her computer in her bedroom ready to live stream again no one knew it was her do to yn covering her face and only showing her body. yn begin her live stream and saw someone new named hotdaddy345

“ oh hello there have seen that u are new here right “

Hotdaddy345 replied yes sweetheart.

Andy was bored not getting attention by his wife that he went online to see what he saw, he saw girl name ynm ( ur name in the website) and click it he saw how beautiful her body all in a red lingerie the only problem is that he couldn’t see her face but he memorized her body, her tattoo, her belly piercing and every detail of her.

Andy text it on the chat if he can be in a private with her, yn said ofc and send him a message of the link he pay to see.

Yn was so excited to see that he pay, in the private server yn took her linger how to show him her body. Andy ask her to spread her legs for him and to touch herself.

Yn did what he said. She run her finger in her wet slit, andy told her to use to fingers and she did what he said yn place two fingers in her slowly moving it in and out . Andy saw that and he was already hard he used his hand to bump his dick imagine that it was her doing it. andy saw how good she is in doing what andy told her to do, in the other side yn was moaning about to cum for him.

Andy wishes that was him making her happy, after it was done “ it was nice meeting u daddy hopefully u had fun tonight” “ ofc I did baby “ yn ended the live stream and receive a text from him saying hopefully we meet soon to make u cum like u just did.

Days after

Yn was staying over in her sister and husband house since she hasn’t seen them in while, yn and Laurie were close but when Laurie got married they stop hanging out, “ yn good to see u again” “ u too Laurie it’s nice seeing u again “ Laurie and yn were talking about how she doing in life and everything. Whilst they were talking Andy enter the room “ oh hi yn nice seeing u again it’s been so long “ “ ik Andy it’s been so long since we hang out” Andy notice that yn had a tattoo the same one has the cam girl Andy thought to himself if he was seeing her get a wild or someone else. Andy didn’t knew what to think or do so he leave it like that.

Next day

Yn went to the pool with them and but her bikini on, while andy was sitting down he saw yn had the same features like the cam girl that he decided to do something to see if it was her or not, Andy texted the cam girl and yn phone light it with the message, Andy was in shocked seeing that he wanted to fuck his sister in law.

When they got back home Laurie had a called in the company that she left “ yn Andy I’m coming back they called me about something” “ no problem Laurie “. Yn went to her room and Andy follow behind and knocked “ hi Andy do u need something “ “ yes now tell me yn are u ynm “ yn was shocked in seeing that his brother in law knew about her secret “ how u know Andy “ Andy didn’t say anything he just smirked.

“ I made u deal yn I won’t tell Laurie what u doing if u let me fucked u “ yn didn’t knew what to say that she accepted it. Yn went and but on a rope without her clothes on to go in Andy’s room.

Andy: u know yn, u are really pretty and hot when u doing that

Yn: just let’s get it over with Andy

Andy started kissing yn body slowly, taking her rope little by little, yn couldn’t wait any longer that she grab him from his tie and flip him over kissing him passionate yn took her rope and Andy was staring up and down her body, yn went down in his pants and unzipped them and stared to suck his cock “ that’s it be a good girl “ . Three months later yn and Andy decided to have an affair with each other yn knew that it was wrong since it was her sister husband. Yn and Andy were doing it when they can in the bedroom, bathroom little quick on the sofa when Laurie was sleeping, Andy was having a good time with his sister in law seeing her bounce up and down his dick, sucking it and yn love it how his Beard touch her sensitive spot neck, while he was eating her out.

[chanelslibrary]

Perceiving You-Chapter 1

Pairing: Chris Evans/Reader

Word Count: 2,866

Warning: None

Summary: In high school you had always been overlooked and labeled an Outcast. That didn't stop you from being hyperaware of the Popular Jock Chris Evans and secretly harboring a crush on him, while you navigated high school with your best friends Crystal and Pete. Seventeen years later, you have to wonder is it a coincidence that Pete, Crystal, and Chris all show up in your life again around the exact same time? You're older, wiser, and definitely more stubborn nowadays, so is it just another twist of fate when you suddenly start getting mysterious and threatening letters in the mail, or will your headstrong nature push away the Hollywood heartthrob that is back in your life and finally noticing you.

Author’s Note: I just wanted to point out there will be no use of y/n in this fic, but the reader's last name is Smith. Also this hasn't been edited by a beta, so sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes! Reblog/like if you enjoyed. Thanks! AO3  Prologue

Credits: divider @firefly-graphics

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July 2018

Present Day

It was a testament to how much you still loved your job that you went in a couple weeks early to get your office and lesson plans ready for the start of the semester. Most professors tried to squeeze every last ounce out of their summer break, but the nerdy little girl inside of you still got excited for the first day of school, even now that you were teaching. You were done printing out the syllabi for your British Literature class, so you decided to call it a day and started packing up. Once you finished tidying your cozy, corner office in the English department at Boston University, you locked your door and headed toward the main atrium. The hallways were mostly empty, but every now and again you would see a faculty member walking by, and you would nod or say hello as they passed. As you turned the final corner leading to the main atrium, you almost slammed into a tall, burly man, but caught yourself before you made impact.

“Excuse me!”

“Sorry!”

You both spoke at the same time. It was then you got a look at the man and his companion.

“Professor Smith! How good to see you!” You looked at the short, elderly man who had spoken to your left with recognition and smiled. Roger Adelson was the faculty on-border, who dealt with new hires. It seemed like yesterday he was showing you to the office you had just left, and where the restrooms were, when in actuality it was seven years ago you had started at Boston U. You’re snapped out of your recollection by your first name being called by the burly man you almost ran over. Your eyes slide from Roger to Pete. Peter Schlozinger! Your high school best friend, who you hadn’t seen in years. Your mouth drops. Pete is giving you a blinding smile, and the only thing you can do is reach out for a hug he returns. As you pull away you fully take him in. Pete has changed A LOT since high school. The once plump, nerdy boy you knew had grown into himself, still keeping his tall, bulky frame, but losing some of his baby fat. The patchy facial hair he tried to grow is now a full, dark, ducktail beard. His brown hair that he never knew how to style in high school, is closely cropped on the sides and back, longer on top, neatly parted on one side and swooped to the other, and the circular glasses he always sported are gone, freeing up his brown eyes. He was wearing a long sleeve, button down shirt with fitted dark blue dress pants, and brown dress shoes that matched his belt, and you noted that his style of frumpy t-shirts and ill-fitting jeans had changed as well.

“Pete, what are you doing here? Do you work here?” You ask, astonished you were speaking with your best friend from so many years ago.

“Yeah! I was hired about a week ago, and Roger, here, was showing me around,” He answers, nodding, before he looks over at Roger.

“You two know each other?” Roger asks, looking between Pete and you.

“Yeah, we were best friends in high school,” You supply, wondering where the time has gone. Roger smiles.

“Well, we were on the last leg of the tour, just showing Peter some of the other departments. But I’m sure you guys would like a chance to catch up! Peter, if you have any questions, you know how to get a hold of me. Professor Smith, lovely seeing you dear! Have a great time catching up!” Rogers states to you both before he’s shaking first Pete’s hand, then yours, and he’s off down the atrium stairs leaving you and Pete alone for the first time in seventeen years.

17 years?! No wonder Pete’s look has changed! At least he looked better since high school, you felt so self-conscious wearing your favorite boyfriend jeans, a faded RHCP t-shirt, and worn brown Birkenstocks, thrown together last minute before you left your condo.

You and Pete turn to each other in silence and smile. “Do you want to go to my office to chat?” You offer while pointing over your shoulder. Pete bobs his head in agreement, and waits for you to lead him.

“So, how are you? You’re a professor here, obviously!” He pointed out as the two of you walked towards your office. You chuckle and nod.

“Yes, I teach English and British Lit.”

“Wow! Very classy, and totally you!” He remarks with a smile.

“What does that mean!? Does that mean I’m predictable? Or just boring?” You ask, pretending to be offended as you lightly shove him in the arm. He chortles as he takes the hit. It feels nice to be able to joke around with each other again, as if you picked up your friendship where you left off years ago.

“It means ‘smartest person at our school’,” He purposely looked at you. “You were always reading Shakespeare, so it makes sense that you would get into academics, specifically British Literature,” Pete says with a raised eyebrow. You reach the door of your office, and as you go to unlock it and push it open you reply, “Yeah, you’re right, it does make sense,” You smile at him from the open doorway. “But I wasn’t officially the smartest, Kevin Edelman got Valedictorian, and I only got Salutatorian!” You remarked while Pete walked past you into your office.

“Yeah, I remember. Only ‘cause you talked about it nonstop leading up to graduation.”

“That’s because he stole the title from me! He took Pottery and got one more A than me,” You mumble. Pete holds back a laugh, and takes a seat in one of the chairs you gesture towards that is placed in front of your desk. You sit down in the chair next to him, smile at him, and say, “I can’t believe it's been seventeen years since high school!”

“I can! My back and joints remind me of it daily– ‘Pete you’re not a teenager anymore!’”

You burst out laughing alongside Pete.

You’ve missed him. And his humor.

“So…tell me about your life! I want to know EVERYTHING!” You begin with an enthusiastic look in your eyes.

“There’s a lot to cover in seventeen years…” Pete shakes his head with a soft smile and a shrug.

“Okay, tell me when you moved back to Boston. Last time we talked, you were in college in California,” You ask.

You can still remember the tight three-way hug Crystal, Pete, and you shared on Pete’s driveway the summer before freshman year, with the fierce August sun beating down as you tried and failed to hold back tears for your friend. Your hug was interrupted by Pete’s dad softly telling you guys he had to go in order to make his flight to California. Crystal ended up clinging to you while Pete ambled to his dad’s packed car with watery eyes behind his glasses. You and Crystal had promised to call him all the time, but what had started out with daily calls, once he was settled at University of California - Berkeley, eventually fizzled into monthly calls and slowly stopped altogether. The truth was that it wasn’t anyone’s fault. Life just got in the way. Between going to classes in Boston at the University of Massachusetts, studying, and trying to have a social life, you were stretched thin, and keeping up with your friend, Pete, on the opposite side of the country just fell off your list of priorities. Something that you still feel guilty about. It was hard enough staying close to Crystal, and the two shared a dorm room your freshman year.

Maybe that’s where things went wrong. After you were accepted to UMass Boston with a full academic scholarship, she applied and was accepted as well, and you both decided and were so excited to share a dorm room your freshman year. You made a few friends those first few months in your Gen Ed classes (a change from your Outcast status in high school), and you thought Crystal would embrace the social atmosphere of college too, but all she wanted to do was hang out just the two of you. You couldn’t blame her for wanting some familiarity by being with you. She was missing Pete, your old lopsided lunch table, and the comfort of your close knit group—but you thought college was fun—the parties, cute boys, and the challenging classes.

You’re a nerd who loves to study, what of it?!

But she didn’t really try to embrace college. You would take her with you to parties, or have her meet a few of your friends, and she would always be rude or cold to everyone, or sometimes not even show up at all. When you confronted her about her attitude she argued that you had forced her to do those things, so you decided to give her some space. She was always the same sarcastic, but lovable Crystal whenever you spent time with her one-on-one. Maybe she just needed more time to get used to college and everything that came along with it.

The final straw came right before Winter Break. Everyone was studying, or cramming, for finals week and you were planning to study with Lilly and Poppy, twins who were in two of your classes, who you had befriended. Crystal had voiced her dislike of the twins, which you didn’t understand, so when you hung out with them you did it away from your dorm, and didn’t invite Crystal after she declined every time. So that Monday afternoon, you were stopping by your dorm to grab a textbook and sweatshirt before joining Lilly and Poppy to finish studying for your test the next day. You had just stepped into your darkened room and flipped on the light when out of the corner of your eye you noticed a shape move on the bed to your right. Crystal's bed. You were startled, and dropped your keys as you looked over to see Crystal's unkempt brown hair pop up over her blankets, and her face appeared blinking. She slowly sat up. “‘S that?” She slurred. That is when you noticed clutched in her hand not folding down the blanket was a bottle of vodka. “Crystal?” You asked moving closer to her. She blinked some more, and must have fully awoken after hearing her name, although her eyes were definitely cloudy. “What are you doing here? Don’t you have class right now?” You asked as you looked at the clock on your desk. 2:28pm. She shook her head, and started to turn and lay back down. “Crystal!” You stepped closer to her bed and reached for the blankets, now noticing the stench of body odor and alcohol. Her side of the room was littered with empty whiskey and vodka bottles, abandoned food wrappers, and empty Coke cans used as ashtrays. 

 How long has she been like this? Why haven’t I noticed until now? 

Guilt hits you like a punch in the gut. Pete wasn’t around, and you were all Crystal had. She hadn’t made many, if any, friends since school started, and now she was missing classes too. Had you been so consumed with your new friends and classes that you missed seeing your best friend suffering? “Jusss leave me. You don’t even care!” She shouted at you while she turned over. You stayed and cleaned up the room that day, but never got a chance to talk to Crystal about what had happened. She avoided you the rest of the week, and you later found out she never went to her classes or took her finals. Crystal dropped out of UMass, never returned for Spring Semester, or returned your calls or messages.

You explain a slightly edited version of this to Pete when he asks you if you’re still in touch with Crystal, leaving out your guilty conscience for feeling like you drove her to drop out. Pete asks about your life after college, and again you keep it brief and light, telling him you went to Oxford and are a Doctor of Philosophy in English, and that you loved living in London so much you stayed on as a research assistant for a few more years. You don’t go into the specifics with him about how your boyfriend of three years at the time Liam had just gotten hired at the University of London, and did not want to “jeopardize his career” by moving to the United States. Which left you with the choice of staying in London with him, an easy pick, or moving back and starting your career, the daunting decision. You chose Liam and London….and Liam chose to cheat. That made your choice considerably easier. You moved back to Boston. At first you worked part time at a local Community College and part time at Boston University for a couple of years, before the University hired you on full time five years ago.

You and Pete spend the next hour catching up, and it feels like no time has been lost between the two of you. He details how life was in California, and how he loved studying Computer Engineering, but after getting a Master’s and working a few years with his company he missed New England and decided to come home.

“And then one day about a year and a half ago, I was teaching a seminar for my company and really fell in love with teaching! So Shanna, my girlfriend, told me if I really loved teaching I should do it! So I put in my notice, started applying for professor positions, and I’ve been working as a Computer Science professor at Bunker Hill Community College for the past year,” He finishes.

“No way! I started at Bunker Hill!” You exclaim. He smiles, and the world seems so much smaller.

“I am still part time there, and actually only part time here at Boston U, since I don’t have that much experience. Or a doctorate,” He gives you the side eye with a laugh. You roll your eyes with a laugh.

“So tell me about Shanna. You have a girlfriend?!” You didn’t mean to sound so shocked, but you were still trying to reconcile the version of Pete in front of you–stylish, well groomed, a professor—with the boy you knew—so anxious around his crush he fumbled his drink and spilled it on her. 

The visual of Vanessa Graham running away covered in Red Slushie will always bring a smile to your face.

“Yeah, she’s great! We actually met at a seminar I was doing at her work. You would like her!” His brown eyes go soft the second he starts talking about her, and of all the changes you noticed about Pete, this is the most surprising and the best. You found your protectiveness over your best friend hasn’t wavered even though you just reunited. If a woman like Shanna can have Pete singing her praises she must be special. You would also like to give her some props for helping to get Pete into an article of clothing other than a T-shirt!

“Well I already do if she's inspiring you to pursue your passion! I need to meet the woman who has caught my best friend's heart.” His smile is wide, and his eyes crinkle at the corner as he makes plans to have you join him and Shanna that weekend for lunch.

As you walk out to your car, after exchanging numbers in order to confirm a time and place for Saturday's lunch, you feel what can only be described as a ‘lightness’ in your being you haven’t felt in a long time. The feeling carries you through the rest of the week, into a cute, yet funky restaurant–The Friendly Toast–where you meet up with Pete and are introduced to Shanna. She’s lovely. Shorter than Pete, with soft wavy brown hair and clear blue eyes that are set in her heart shaped face. Shanna is so sweet throughout the lunch as you get to know each other, and the ‘lightness’ and joy of having your best friend back in your life increases because now it feels like you’ve gained another friend! Towards the end of your meal, when you were asking Shanna about her family, Pete interrupts and casually says “Guess who Shanna is related to? Chris Evans.” You freeze with your fork halfway to your mouth. Pete continues on. “You remember him, right?” Shanna must already know we went to high school with her brother since she continues eating her meal, unfazed. Or she thinks you know him now that he’s a movie star. She doesn’t know how you feel about him. Used to feel about him. Right?!

You look up from your plate, Pete and Shanna are looking at you expectantly. The ‘lightness’ is gone, and your food feels like lead in your stomach.

“Yeah.” You exhale. Your best friend was dating Chris Evans’ sister. It really is a small world after all.

[shellbilee]

Grounded (Chapter 1)

A Chris Evans x OFC Series

Pairing: Chris Evans x OFC (Tianna Dawes)

Words: 4.2K

Warnings: fluff, angst, eventual smut, swearing

Summary: Australian sports doctor Tianna Dawes travels to Boston for a work conference only to have her flight home canceled. To make things worse it’s Thanksgiving week in the US, and now she’s got nothing to do except pass the time in her hotel room. That is, until she’s invited to spend Thanksgiving dinner with a gorgeous stranger and his family, a gorgeous stranger, who happens to be Chris Evans. 

A/N: I’m back from my hiatus with my first fic in a long time, my first Chris Evans fic that’s not a one shot or mini series! All likes, comments and reblogs are much appreciated, I hope you all enjoy my fic. If you’d like to join the tag list, please let me know.

B x

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CHAPTER ONE

“You can’t be serious. Please tell me you’re joking”.

“I’m sorry Ms Dawes, all flights out of Boston are canceled. The snow storm has made flying out impossible, and unfortunately the forecast is showing no signs of the storm ending in the next few days”.

Tianna looks back at the administration woman behind the flight desk, still not quite believing what she was hearing. No flights at all? What was she going to do? She couldn’t just stay in Boston for a week. What about work? Ben? Harvey?

“We’ve arranged alternative accommodation for you at the Mariott Downtown, and we’ll contact you as soon as we have confirmation that flights are running again”.

Tianna lets out a heavy breath, reaching up to run her fingers through her hair. For fuck’s sake. The woman - whose name was Rebecca, according to the white enamel name tag sitting on the lapel of her navy blue blazer, offers her a small, sympathetic smile and hands her a small stack of papers that were apparently her accommodation details for her now unexpectedly extended work trip.

Tianna offers the best smile she can muster in return, resisting the urge to slump dramatically at the desk, taking the papers and picking up her carry-on bags. What the hell was she going to do now? Standing in the middle of the first class lounge, Tianna looks down at her watch before digging out her phone from her handbag, deciding to call Ben, her fiance. Given the time difference she knew it would be very early back home, but if she was lucky he’d be on early shift and just be getting out of bed.

The line continues to ring and Tianna starts to lose hope, letting out a breath when she hears Ben’s groggy morning voice in her ear.

“Hey baby”.

“Hey babe. Sorry to wake you. Got some bad news” Tianna says, looking over at the people lining up at Rebecca’s desk. Each new face that turned around looked increasingly more irritated than the last, the woman at the front of the line looking like she was three seconds away from bursting into tears. 

“Bad news? What’s wrong?” Ben says, his voice still thick with sleep.

“My flight’s been canceled. Bad weather, a snow storm apparently. There’s no flights out for the next five days at least, and they’re not even sure about that”.

“What are you going to do?”

“They’ve booked accommodation for me at a hotel in the city, but until then I just have to wait. I don’t know what else I can do” Tianna replies, resisting the urge to chew on her manicured thumb nail.

“You know that means you’ll be there for Thanksgiving babe” Ben says matter-of-factly, and Tianna can’t help the groan that falls from her throat. All of a sudden she feels like she’s on the verge of frustrated tears herself.

Thanksgiving week, in a snowed-in unfamiliar city, on the other side of the world, by herself. It was almost like spending Christmas by herself. God. 

“It won’t be that bad Tee. You’ve always wanted to go to see Boston, now you can see the sights and everything at least?”.

Tianna smiled. Ben always had a way of seeing the positive in all situations. Nothing really phased him, he was easygoing and relaxed at all times - no matter what was happening. 

“I’ll miss you” Tianna says softly, looking around the lounge and watching the people with their bags rushing through in a way that people only ever did in an airport.

“I’ll miss you too babe” Ben says and she swears she can hear him smile, “Anyway, since I’m up now, I’m gonna hit the gym before work. I’ll talk to you later okay?”.

Tianna nods even though he can’t see her.

“Okay. I love you. Give Harvey a kiss for me” she replies, referring to their floppy Golden Retriever son.

“I will. Love you too Tee”.

The line goes dead and Tianna looks down at her phone screen, smiling nostalgically at her phone screen. It’s a picture of Ben and Harvey at the beach from a road trip they’d taken up to Port Douglas in far North Queensland, Australia.

Tianna lets out a heavy breath, looking around the bustling airport. 

Fuck. 

She needed a drink ASAP.

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Chris Evans exits the first class lounge bathroom, walking out into the lounge and pausing momentarily when his phone starts vibrating in his back pocket. He glances down at the screen to see that it’s his brother Scott, sliding his finger over the phone and answering the call. 

“Hey bro” Chris answers, looking around the lounge as he does so. He spies a woman at the check-in desk looking incredibly stressed and deduces that it must be due to the weather - he’d heard about the snow storms upon landing and knew that the airport would soon be turning to madness as a result.

“Hey hey! Just letting you know I’m on my way to get you” Scott says, his voice echoing through the bluetooth car speaker, “The roads are kinda fucked, but I’m about 40 minutes or so away”.

“You’re coming to get me? I can get a cab Scott it’s fine” Chris questions, his eyes still on the woman who’d since moved away from the desk and was now astounding in the middle of the lounge looking even more exasperated than before.

“Don’t be silly, I’m already on my way. Besides, ma needed me to get a few things from the market so I thought I’d do it at the same time”.

“Alright, alright. Just message me when you’re here” Chris muses, glancing down at his watch and trying to decide what he’s going to do to pass forty minutes.

“See you soon”.

The line goes dead and Chris shoves his phone back into his pocket, readjusting his bag on his shoulder. He reaches up to tap his favourite NASA hat on his head as if to reassure himself that it’s still there, suddenly hoping that the snow storm would preoccupy people enough not to notice him. The last thing he wanted right now was to be noticed by a throng of fans - not on his favourite holiday week of the year. He’d been working non stop this year, projects here, there and everywhere, and he’d been looking forward to Thanksgiving week for months. All he wanted was to get home and see his family, and spend the next few days with them eating, drinking and doing all the other fun things they did every year together. 

Chris lets out a breath and looks around again, deciding to find the quietest bar in the airport and get himself a drink.

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Tianna rests her elbows on the slightly sticky wooden bar, putting her face in her hands and closing her eyes. She still can’t believe this has happened, that she’s stuck in Boston for an undefined amount of time, on Thanksgiving week no less. It was just her luck. The one week in the USA that rivaled Christmas time, that everyone spent with family, friends and loved ones. Here she was though, quite literally, on the other side of the planet, with no family, friends or loved ones to spend said week with. She was pretty sure that almost everything closed down for the holidays too, so it would literally be a week of sitting in her hotel room with very little to do. God. So much for a quick work trip.

“What can I get ya love?”.

Tianna looks up from her hands at the sound of the thick Irish accent, her eyes landing on the bartender now standing in front of her. He couldn’t have been much younger than her, unruly dark locks pulled back into a messy bun at the crown on his head, warm brown eyes and a well groomed mustache.

Tianna sighs, resting her cheek in one hand. “Uh-something…something strong?”.

The bartender chuckles, the sound teasing a smile from Tianna that she couldn’t help.

“That kind of day hmm? Don’t worry love, I’ve got ya” he replies tapping the bar in front of her, offering her a kind smile before walking away to make her drink.

Movement in her peripheral vision makes Tianna turn her head for a moment, noting a man walking into the otherwise quiet Irish bar. She’d picked this bar because it was quiet, wanting a less busy place away from couples and groups of people that wouldn’t make her feel so sorry for herself due to the fact that she was stranded and spending Thanksgiving alone.

She hears the bartender ask the newcomer what he’d like, listening as the stranger replies saying a bud light, hearing the scrape of the bar stool along the floor as he sits down a few seats away from her. Tianna looks across the bar and spies her reflection in the mirror, grimacing at the exhausted look on her face. Jesus. Was it just the terrible bar lighting or did she really look that shit?

“Here ya go love” the bartender replies, appearing once again this time with a whiskey tumbler in hand, “One strong drink”.

He slides the amber-liquid filled glass across the bar, the ice clinking against the glass as he does so. Tianna looks at the drink curiously, spying a floating slice of orange, the strong scent of bourbon and subtle citrus suddenly filling her nose.

She picks up the glass and sips it gently, the strong yet surprisingly smooth flavour of the bourbon sliding down her throat. It was not a drink she’d ever order for herself, but it was exactly what she needed right now.

“You’re very good” Tianna says looking back at the bartender who was watching her expectantly, the smile on his face growing into a grin.

He chuckles, the sound loud and throaty and making Tianna smile again.

“So love, why the strong drink?” he asks as he picks up a glass behind him and begins polishing it with the dish towel from his shoulder, “You’re obviously not from here”.

Tianna laughs and shakes her head, taking another sip of her drink. “Is it that obvious?”

The bartender only shrugs, flashing her an innocent smile.

“I’m from Sydney. I was in Boston for a work conference, which was absolutely incredible by the way. I’ve also never been to Boston before, and have always wanted to come here” Tianna explains, tapping her manicured nails against her glass, “I was actually really hoping to see a baseball game or at least get to Fenway Park but I know it’s not the right time of the year for it".

The bartender nods, picking up another glass.

“Anyway, I was supposed to fly back home today, but there’s a major snow storm and all flights are grounded at least until the end of the week. They didn’t exactly say when they’ll be starting up again either. Until then I’m going to be in a hotel, probably doing more of this” Tianna explains, holding up the glass for emphasis.

“On Thanksgiving week too” the bartender adds, and Tianna nods, still holding up her glass.

“I know. And I didn’t even realize because we don’t celebrate it in Australia. What a week to be stuck here huh?”.

The bartender smiles. “Well most people do alotta drinkin’ over Thanksgiving week so I think you’ll be fine with your plans there, love”.

They both laugh and Tianna takes another sip of her drink, the bartender smiling before walking away.

“You know, Boston under snow is an incredible sight. Being stuck here might not be as bad as you think”.

Tianna raises an eyebrow and looks over at where the voice came from, realizing that it’s the man that walked in earlier. He nods, his lips parting in a soft smile.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to be rude, I just couldn’t help but overhear”.

Tianna returns his smile, suddenly aware of the very handsome stranger sitting a few seats away from her. God, it should be illegal to have a smile like that. 

“Well then, here’s hoping my hotel room has a good view then” she replies, holding her drink up as if to clink it against his in a cheers.

The stranger smiles and holds up his own beer, clinking it in the air before taking a drink. 

“Do you get much snow in Australia?”.

Tianna shakes her head no. 

“I mean there’s a few mountains with snow fields, but certainly nothing like what you guys have here” she replies, tapping her glass again, “They’re really only used for snow sports”.

“Can you ski or board?”

Tianna smiles. “I can actually, and I’m a pretty good skier if I do say so myself”.

The stranger chuckles and Tianna sees him look at her for a moment, feeling her cheeks heat under his gaze. She reaches up to pull her hair over her shoulder, taking a sip of her drink and looking back at him from beneath her lashes. She pauses for a moment, swallowing slowly, suddenly feeling a pang of familiarity about him that she can’t quite place. Had she met him somewhere before?

He was certainly handsome, there was no doubt about that, especially his smile. Jesus, that smile. He had chestnut brown hair that was peeking out from beneath his navy blue NASA hat, and a dark, well groomed beard that nestled his full, thick lips. He was wearing a dark gray long sleeve sweater that did nothing to hide what was clearly very muscled arms, his chest equally thick and muscled. Handsome, was an understatement to say the least. 

Tianna forces herself to tear her eyes away, picking up her glass and taking another sip.

“I’m Chris” the stranger says suddenly, Tianna looking back over at him in time to see him moving to sit closer to her, his hand extended across the one bar stool space he’d left between them. 

Tianna smiles, tilting her head, her brain all of a sudden answering her earlier question of why he looked so familiar. 

Oh my god.

“Tianna” she replies after a beat, blinking quickly, “Are you---?”.

Chris’ smile falters for a quick moment - something Tianna definitely notices, watching as he answers her question with an almost self-conscious nod.

Tianna raises her eyebrows, shaking her head in surprise. 

“Well, Boston under snow and meeting Captain America. I guess it’s not all that bad is it?” she muses with a small chuckle, tilting her head when Chris laughs at her.

“Do you know where you’re staying at least?” Chris asks, taking a sip from his beer bottle and looking back over at her.

Tianna frowns and turns to dig out the paperwork she’d been given earlier, skimming through until she found the hotel name. 

“Uh, the Mariott Downtown apparently” Tianna replies, looking up at Chris expectantly as if he was going to offer her some hotel advice. If anyone knew about hotels, it would be him right? She laughs silently, shaking her head at her thoughts. As if. Chris Evans would not be staying at the Mariott. He was a fucking Hollywood celebrity.

Chris nods reassuringly. “That’s not a bad spot to be stuck in, that hotel is quite nice”.

Tianna smiles gently, resting her elbows on the bar and looking back at Chris.

“Stuck being the operative word. I’ve never been to Boston before so I might try to see the sights, weather permitting” she says, moving to put the papers back in her bag, “I guess there won’t be too many crowds with it being Thanksgiving and all” she adds, speaking seemingly to herself without really expecting an answer.

She turns back to her drink and takes another sip, taking a moment to savour its sweet, smokey flavour and the fact that she was talking to Chris Evans in a bar. She smiles to herself, shaking her head in almost disbelief. If her life were a movie, it would be a holiday rom-com that started exactly like this.

“What about you, big plans for Thanksgiving then?” Tianna asks, turning to look at Chris beside her.

Chris nods, smiling back at her. Oh that fucking smile again.

He explains that Thanksgiving is one of his favourite times of the year second to Christmas, and that he makes sure he takes this time off work every year to come home and see his family. He tells her about his brother and sisters and their kids, and about his place that he’s got here not far from where his mother lives. Tianna can’t help but smile at the way he says ‘ma’, having no idea that Chris Evans was even from Boston until she'd heard him speak today.

“So I’m gonna be here for two weeks, and I can’t even tell you how fuckin’ happy I am to be back home. LA just isn’t really home, you know?”.

Tianna nods, not really knowing what it’s like but does her best to empathize nevertheless. She’s acutely aware of the passion in his voice as he talks so lovingly about his home and loved ones, Tianna finding it incredibly endearing to hear a man speak about his family like that.

“You know I would never have guessed that you were from Boston, although hearing you speak now I can definitely hear the accent” Tianna remarks with a gentle laugh, resting her cheek in her hand as she looks at him.

Chris chuckles, shaking his head. 

“I do get told that it becomes more pronounced every time I come home”.

Tianna smiles. “So are you working on anything in particular right now?”. 

Chris nods, fiddling with his beer bottle. “A couple of projects here and there, about to start filming for a Netflix movie when I get back to LA” he says, taking another sip of his beer before turning to her. “Enough about me though, what about you Tianna, what do you do?”. 

The sound of her name in his voice made her want to hear it again almost instantly, Tianna's insides all of a sudden feeling like melted chocolate.

“I-I'm actually a sports medicine doctor. I work with a semi-professional football team back home, essentially in the league that the elite athletes get selected from to play at the top. The conference I was here for was for the latest advances in concussion management in sport”.

She can’t help but notice the look of awe Chris has on his face as he listens to her, and she suddenly wonders if she has a similar look on hers. She still can’t believe she’s sitting next to Chris Evans after all - the Hollywood heartthrob who was even sexier in person than he was on screen, if that was even at all possible. Speaking of, wasn’t he named sexiest man alive this year?

“That’s incredibly impressive Tianna” Chris says shaking his head as if in surprise, “A sports doctor, fuck!”.

His response makes her smile, a soft laugh falling from her lips. She always thought she'd be a nervous mess meeting a celebrity in real life, especially one that looked like Chris, yet here she was laughing along like she was talking to an old friend. 

A comfortable silence settles over the two of them, Tianna letting out a soft sigh as she takes another drink. A phone ping sounds and breaks the silence between them, Tianna listening as Chris pulls his phone from his pocket and taps at his screen. She glances over him as he suddenly puts his phone down, watching as he takes a long sip of his beer and apparently finishes it, the empty bottle echoing as he puts it back down on the bar. She turns back to her own drink and stares again at the floating orange slice in her glass, hearing Chris take a deep, steadying breath beside her.

"So listen, I know this is probably weird and all” Chris says, suddenly pulling Tianna’s attention back to him and watching as he looks intently at her, “But I hate the thought of someone being alone on Thanksgiving without anyone. If you’d like, you’re more than welcome to come and celebrate with me and my family".

Tianna almost chokes on her own saliva, forgetting how to breathe for a moment. What? Did he just say what she thought he just said? Was Chris Evans really asking her to spend Thanksgiving with him and his family? What the fuck?

Tianna blinks quickly, shaking her head in utter disbelief, turning to look at Chris properly. She has no idea what to say or how to answer him, her mouth opening and closing like a gaping fish. She knows how ridiculous she probably looks but she can't help it, unable to control her thoughts let alone her facial expressions.

Seeing her face, Chris lets out a soft laugh, his lips pulling into a grin that makes Tianna's stomach flip flop. Oh God.

"I don’t mean anything by it, no ulterior motives, I can see that you’re taken" Chris continues, gesturing to the engagement ring on Tianna's finger and then putting his hand across his chest like a sign of honour, "But again, Thanksgiving is a day that’s meant to be shared with friends and loved ones. You can't be alone on one of the biggest days in America.You just can't".

Tiana can't help the smile that grows on her face, feeling her cheeks heat for the second time since meeting Chris. She's taken aback by his kindness, the kindness of a relative stranger, a relative, incredibly gorgeous stranger who also happens to be Captain-fucking-America.

Tiana swallows and looks down at her ring, letting out a breath before looking back up at Chris. In another life, under different circumstances, she'd have been jumping at the opportunity. It's a battle of her morals, her conscience, of the two sides of her brain, but she knows ultimately what the right thing to do is. She smiles up at the incredibly handsome man sitting beside her, doing her best to silence the irrational, impulsive part of her mind that is currently screaming at her angrily. 

"Chris, that’s really sweet of you but I think I’ll have to decline. I really do appreciate the offer though, it's incredibly kind".

Chris only smiles back at her, silent as he looks back at her for a long moment. Tiana feels her chest flush, suddenly wondering how many years it will take her to work through the 'what if' thoughts and absolute regret that will more than likely result from this decision later on.

“Well look, I’ll give you my number, in case you change your mind. In case that hotel room view isn’t as good as you hoped" he says, reaching into his bag and pulling out a page from a notepad, scribbling down on the paper, "Or if you'd like someone to show you around Boston, or if you'd just like some company on Thanksgiving".

Chris passes over the piece of paper and Tiana takes it gingerly, still unable to believe that this is all actually happening. She can actually feel part of her brain raging at her, begging her to reconsider, Tianna picking up her glass and draining the last of her bourbon cocktail in an effort to completely drown out her racing thoughts.

"It was really nice to meet you Tianna" Chris says with a grin that makes her stomach squeeze and her heart flutter simultaneously. How can anyone be that fucking attractive?

Tianna exhales silently, returning his smile. 

"Likewise Chris. And thank you for this too" she replies, gesturing with the note in her hand. He stands up and gathers his things, Tianna resting her cheek in her hand as she watches him put on his jacket and pull a twenty from his wallet, sliding it over the bar before turning to her. 

"Remember the invitation is there for as long as you're here, I’m just a text away".

Tianna smiles for what feels like the thousandth time in the last half hour, unable to decide if the warmth in her chest was a result of her drink or from talking to Chris. 

"Thank you again Chris" Tianna replies, her cheeks flushing again, "and happy Thanksgiving. I hope you have the best time with your family and enjoy your time off". 

Chris laughs, the sound warm and wholesome, a sound that Tianna knows in that moment she'll never be able to forget. That, and his fucking handsome, sex-on-legs smile. 

"Thank you Tianna. And I hope you enjoy Boston too. I’m telling you, under snow, it’s a whole other world".

Chris offers her a last smile and nods at her, Tianna returning it with her own grin. 

"Goodbye Tianna".

"Bye Chris".

Tianna watches as he walks away, feeling her lips tug into a soft smile when he turns to look back over his shoulder at her, offering her one last effortlessly handsome grin that Tianna knows will almost certainly plague her dreams tonight. 

A moment later he's out of sight and Tianna still can't believe the last half hour of her life has actually happened. What were the chances that she'd randomly meet Chris Evans at an airport bar, and have him invite her to his family's Thanksgiving dinner? If she'd told her twenty-five year old self that would happen to her eight years later, there was not a chance she would have believed it. Even more so that she'd turned him down.

Tianna looks down at the piece of paper in her hands, inhaling heavily as she reads over the writing that's scribbled across the page, the reality of it all suddenly sinking in. She feels her heart start to beat faster, the breath catching in her throat. 

Oh, my, God.

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In Living Color

Chapter 25

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July 25th, 2022

Chris let out a sigh of relief as he stepped into his mother’s house from the back door, the cool air of the home giving him and Scott a reprieve from the heatwave outside. They found their Ma in her kitchen, putting away some groceries with a smile on her face as she saw her sons. 

“I certainly didn’t expect to see you here today,” Lisa greeted, coming over to hug them both. She hugged Scott before hugging Chris, holding her oldest son's arms as she pulled away and told him, “I figured it would take at least another day for you to recover from the press tour.” 

Chris laughed, the sound echoing through the otherwise quiet home. “Oh I’ll be going to bed early tonight, that’s for sure,” he assured her with a nod. 

Scott smirked at the words, moving to grab a cup from a cabinet and fill it with water. “I’m honestly surprised that you didn’t just fly straight to San Francisco to see Nat,” he drawled, his voice booming. 

“Yeah, it’s been what? A month since you’ve seen her?” Lisa asked, raising a brow as she dropped her hands from Chris’ arms and headed back into the kitchen, pulling groceries from the bags resting on the island counter. 

“I was with her over the fourth so almost a month,” he corrected, leaning down to pet his Ma’s dogs as they danced at his feet. But then he thought back to his visit earlier in the month, at the fleeting moments they’d had together, but otherwise… he’d been alone. Nat’s schedule was busier than ever, if it was even possible, and she spent so much time glued to her laptop that he missed her even when he was there. “I miss Nat so fuckin’ much but I’m almost thinking about staying here.” 

Lisa raised a brow suspiciously as she closed the fridge, tucking the reusable grocery bags into each other. “Oh really?” She asked him while she looked at him curiously. 

“I’m just so exhausted. Going from filming earlier this year to the Lightyear press and right into The Gray Man press, I’m just so tired,” he murmured with a shake of his head as he leaned his hip against the island. “And now that I’ll be going to Atlanta soon for Pain Hustlers, I feel like I just need a break away from everything.” 

“Maybe Nat could come out here instead?” 

“Yeah I think I might ask her if she could,” Chris nodded his head. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see her, in fact, the opposite was true but after being dragged from one interview to another then put on a plane to make another appearance and do the whole routine again, he was craving his safe space more than ever. He just wanted to be home and sleep in his own bed, have home cooked meals, and decompress in the place he felt the most himself. Chris ran a hand through his hair while he mused, “I want to see her so bad, but when I’m there during the week, she’s at work anyway so it’s not like we get to spend much time together.” 

He watched as Lisa pursed her lips while she listened to his words. “Well maybe once you rest up a little more, you could go out for a weekend,” she suggested, her eyebrows raising hopefully as she looked at her oldest son. He shrugged his shoulders at that as he heard Scott’s small noise of agreement and sighed. 

“I don’t have many more weekends before I start filming again,” he began as he stared down at the marble countertop. He’d gotten the official schedules for both shoots a few weeks ago, and there was virtually no spare time once he started the first project, but what little time he had left before was quickly getting filled up in Massachusetts. He hadn’t been home for a long stretch of time since the previous year, and even then he spent most of 2021 in Los Angeles, growing his relationship with Nat. He’d missed home, missed seeing his family, the kids, getting to just live without constantly looking over his shoulder. And the growing list of responsibilities from ASP that he’d been ignoring while working were piling up, and his schedule was full of tasks between now and the middle of August. By then, he’d jump right into the shoots around Florida and Georgia with the cast of Pain Hustlers to then be in Atlanta working for months on end for Red One, having no real opportunities to visit Nat in California. “I just hate to disappoint Nattie.” 

“Honey, you know Nat will understand,” Lisa placated her son, looking at him seriously as she listened to his words. “She won’t want you to kill yourself just to come see her.” 

Chris shook his head, explaining, “Oh I know she’ll understand, Nat always does.” 

“I know a certain dog who will be happy that you’ll be around here for a while,” she pointed out with a small chuckle, shaking her head in amusement.

“You should have seen how I woke up this morning. Dodger was laying right on top of me,” Chris laughed, thankful for the shift in conversation away from him changing his and Nat’s plans. 

Scott’s dry laugh cut through the room as he told their mother, “He’s been right on Chris’ heels all day.” 

Lisa smiled at the comment, before her eyes turned curious and she looked at Chris as he finally sat down in a barstool next to Chris. “What were you guys up to today?” She asked them both, looking between them. 

“Well…” Chris started as Scott bit his lip, turning to look at him as well. With both his Ma’s and Scott’s eyes on him, a smile crossed his lips.  “That’s actually part of the reason we came over…” 

“Why’s that?” 

A warm smile crossed his lips as his brain was able to switch from the exhaustion his whole body was clouded in, to instead thinking about the purchase he made hours earlier and the meaning that came with it as he told his mother, “I bought something for Nat today that I wanted to show you…” 

He could feel Lisa’s eyes on him as he pulled the velvet box out of the plain white bag and handed it over to her. He watched as she flipped it open and saw the shining diamond ring inside as she gasped, “Chris, you got her a ring? You’re going to ask her to marry you?” 

“Yeah Ma, I am,” a warmth spread throughout him as he said those words out loud. 

Chris could see the tears glossing her eyes as she gasped, “Oh honey, I couldn’t be happier.” 

“Me neither,” he shook his head almost in disbelief that this was really happening. His own tears started gathering in his blue eyes, making him blink furiously before he swallowed the emotional lump in his throat, “I think I’ve known for a while now that Nat was the one for me but when I was with her in San Francisco for our anniversary earlier this year I just… knew. I just don’t want anyone but her.” 

“I knew from that first time I met her that you two would be together,” Lisa stated firmly before going over to hug her eldest son tightly. 

“I think we all knew that one,” Scott chimed in with a chuckle from where he had sat down at the counter, knowing that Chris and Nat being together was something they all saw coming a mile away. 

Chris had to wipe a hand along his cheeks, swiping away the tears as he admitted, “I just love her so much. I never even knew it could feel like this,” 

“I’m so happy for you Chris. I can honestly say this is the best decision you’ve ever made,” his mother encouraged him with a hand rubbing up and down his back but then wanted to know, “When are you going to ask her?” 

The question was one he’d been thinking about a lot but still hadn’t figured out an answer to, letting her in, “I’m not sure yet. I don’t really have a specific time so I’m just going to ask her when the moment feels right.” 

Lisa couldn’t help but give him another hug, squeezing him tightly as she once again told him just how happy she was before the conversation shifted toward dinner and the brothers decided to stay and help get things ready. As Chris was pulling out the plates, his gaze drifted down to the ring box that was sitting open on the counter and felt the conversation happening around him seem to drift away. He picked up the box and looked at that sparkling ring, imagining what it would look like on Nat’s hand and almost finding it unbelievable that at the beginning of the previous year he hadn’t even met her, but now here he was ready to place this on her hand with the promise of forever. 

He loved her so much it almost hurt and even as insecure and indecisive as he could be, this was one decision that didn’t leave any doubts in his mind other than the timing. With his schedule being full with two more movies and Nat being in San Francisco for her job, he didn’t know the next time that they’d get any extended amount of time together and although it left him at a loss on how to fully support her while he wasn’t there, he had come to see through their breakup that none of it mattered. Sure, it was a hurdle they’d need to figure out how to cross, but all that mattered is that he had Nat in his life and he wanted her forever. Chris knew that this was the best thing that could ever happen to him, but what he didn’t know is that while he stood here full of joy and peace, the woman he loved was across the country feeling desperately trapped in the new job and life she had chosen and felt more stuck that she ever had in her life. 

Nat shut the creaking door behind her and locked the deadbolt, closing her eyes and leaning her head against the door as she felt her muscles tense. She looked around her dark apartment, feeling… indifferent to everything. Coming home had always been something sacred to her, her escape, her happy place, where she hosted friends, family, game nights, and movie nights. But here… she’d hole up for days over a weekend without having anyone here who would reach out to say, “Hey! Haven’t seen you this weekend, want to grab brunch tomorrow?”, only to hear a ping alerting her to new emails. It was no longer a place of refuge to her, instead, it felt like a place where she couldn’t take a deep breath, where she could never relax, where no one would come looking, or even stop by. She was completely alone here in this silent apartment, but the one bright spot that had gotten her through so many days was knowing that in one day, her apartment would be occupied by the heart-of-gold man that she loved so dearly. His laughter would fill the tiny space, his hands would rub her aching back, and his presence would fill the void in her heart that had been hurting so badly. 

When her phone started ringing, she pulled it out and saw his name on her screen, bringing out the first genuine smile in a long time as she held it up to her ear and greeted him with a hello that sounded a lot less enthusiastic than she intended but just couldn’t seem to muster anything more. 

“Hi honey, is this a good time?” He asked her, his voice filling her ear. 

She nodded, suppressing the sigh that caught in her throat. “Yeah I’m just walking through my door,” she told him, hanging her bag on the hook by the door as she kicked her shoes off. 

Nat heard him huff out a breath, his voice quiet as he pointed out, “Nattie, it’s almost eight there.” 

She shook her head, frowning at his concern. She knew it was well placed, it always was. They cared about each other to be making those jabs at the other, but it didn’t mean her shoulders relaxed a little at every concerned comment he made. If anything, it made her feel a little worse. “I know, it just was a busy day,” she explained, her voice quiet as she turned on the lights and stepped further into the apartment. 

“Will you promise me that you’ll have some dinner?” 

“I promise I will,” she told him, glancing towards the shoebox of a kitchen before she headed into the living room, sitting down on the couch with a sigh. “I actually am a little surprised to hear from you. I figured you’d be asleep with you flying out here tomorrow.” 

“That’s actually what I wanted to call you about,” he began, pausing as he sighed. Nat froze, listening as he finally asked, “Nattie, would it disappoint you if I didn’t come out to San Francisco?” 

Her brows furrowed and her hand reached, plucking a few threads from the worn blanket on the couch as she fidgeted anxiously. “Is everything okay?” She asked worriedly, unsure if something had happened 

“Yeah, yeah it’s fine, I’m just so exhausted,” he admitted and Nat could have been able to know that without his admission. The weariness in his voice was evident even if she hadn’t known how packed his schedule had been but kept listening as he sighed, “I feel like I’ve just been going non-stop for the past couple months and then with heading into doing two more movies this year, I just feel really overwhelmed. I just want some time to decompress.” 

“Of course I’m sad not to see you but that’s fine Chris, I want you to take care of yourself,” Nat told him truthfully. In reality, hearing those words felt like a punch in the gut or as if all the air from her lungs had just been taken away. Having him come out to see her had been the one saving grace through all of this. She knew that if she could just make it to when she’d get to have his arms around her again, then maybe she could do this. Maybe that would help center her again, but in an instant that had been stolen away. 

But she couldn’t tell him that. She couldn’t burden him with the knowledge of how much she was struggling while he was so burnt out and had to recharge before being thrown into filming again. Besides, he had warned her. He was the one who told her that this job wasn't for her and that it didn’t seem like the right move for her and he had been right. Nat just couldn’t let anyone, especially herself, know how much this job was taking a toll on her. It was just a job and the fact that she couldn’t seem to handle it only made her feel like even more of a failure than ever. 

“I hope you know how much I want to see you and it has nothing to do with that,” Chris went on to assure her, but it brought little healing to her heart because all she could feel was that she was alone yet again. “I also figured that when I’m there during the week I don’t get to see you much anyway and thought that maybe you could come out for a weekend if you have time or I could come out there before Atlanta.” 

“I’m not sure yet what my schedule is but we’ll figure something out. I want you to just decompress,” she rushed to tell him, trying hard to cover up the tears and heavy emotion in her voice. 

“Are you sure, Nat?” 

Nat just took a deep breath, trying to steady her voice before responding with, “I am, I want you to rest. I know how important it is to you to be able to be away from everything in Boston.” 

“Thanks for understanding, baby. I love you so much and I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?” 

Nat pushed out a quick “I love you too” before hearing the line hang up. She couldn’t even pull the phone away from her ear before silent tears started spilling out of her eyes. With a shaky finger she clicked the red button before trudging over to the couch where she laid down and grabbed a pillow, clutching it to her chest as the tears just wouldn’t stop pouring down her face. 

Nat was so proud of Chris. She was so proud of all he’d done this year, pushing himself with the films he was doing and going through the press tours he hated so much while traveling the world in a whirlwind. She was so happy that he could recognize when he needed a break, and just decompress. She was so glad that he had a place to do that, where he had a home to just be himself and relax but right now she just hated it so much that the home wasn’t with her. 

Using the sleeve of her sweatshirt, she furiously wiped at her eyes and sat up. Nat tried so hard to just pull it together, but the moment her eyes glanced out the window of her apartment and she saw the almost tauntingly beautiful view of San Francisco, heavy sobs started pouring out of hers as those tears that she had just wiped away were quickly replaced. Just one look at that view reminded her that she was here in the city by the bay, completely and utterly alone. 

She had always loved her job, working as an animator was truly a dream come true. Nat was just a normal girl who had been given an incredible gift by having a father who believed in her, sending her to art school to follow her dreams but it felt like somehow her real dream, the real longing of her heart had slipped through her fingers. Nat had been so happy working at Disney, settling into a life in California over the past decade and having an incredible group of friends, including Mark and Jamie who had become more like family to her. 

But COVID had changed everything for her. In that time frame, her engagement to Shane had ended, Nat had become so much more self assured and knew who she was, but after being able to spend months at home with her family, she had moved back to California with a loneliness in her heart and a longing for something more. For the first time in her life she had seen how much she wanted more than her job. She wanted her own family and to be able to love someone and have them love her in return. 

And then Chris came into her life. 

So much had changed since he’d made his unexpected entrance in her life and Nat had found out so many more things about herself and what she wanted. He helped her to rest in who she was and embrace what it was that made her… well, her. He was her best friend and gave her peace in a way that she couldn’t quite explain. But there was still a part of her that let those little voices into the back of her head, remembering the looks she’d gotten from people when she was younger and said her dream was to be an artist. She remembered the jokes so many made when they asked what she was going to do for a ‘real job’ and the sting of that in her formative years still was underneath the surface. 

Nat’s fingers were clutching tight on that pillow as she thought back to her dad dropping her off at art school as he hugged her tightly and told her how proud of her he was and that he knew she’d do great things. Ever since then all she had wanted to do was prove him right, to show everyone she wasn’t just the overemotional chaotic artist little sister behind two intelligent successful older sisters who seemed to be able to do all the things she viewed herself incapable of. 

So here she was. Accepting this job that she thought would somehow prove something. That somehow would be the icing on the cake of ‘See? I can be a successful artist’ but all it had done was show her just how right Chris had been about all of this. This wasn’t what she wanted. She hated every bit of this job. She wanted so much more than this now. She wanted Chris. She wanted a family. She wanted to create for herself. But there was no turning back now. There was no way that she could go to her boss only a couple months after starting and basically say she wanted to be demoted, especially when her position back in Burbank had already been filled. Not to mention that she had taken a stand with this job and Chris, resulting in them temporarily breaking up. That felt like such a huge failure in her mind and that was something Nat simply just couldn’t take at the moment. 

So here she had been, putting her nose to the grindstone and putting in her hours, trying to get through the days with the light at the end of the tunnel being August. The month when she’d get her best friend back. When she’d finally get to feel his arms around her. When she’d finally not dread the weekends and spend them crying in bed but instead fill them with laughter and happiness with Chris. When she’d finally get to relax for the first time in weeks. Knowing that he was coming to her was like a lifeline, knowing that she just had to make it until then and then hopefully things would be better. But now it felt like that lifeline that was dangling just out of her reach was snatched away and she was left drowning. 

But there was no way she could ask him to come. It was just too selfish. She couldn’t possibly know just how packed his schedule had been and hear his weary voice saying how much he just needed to go home and then ask him to come be with her instead. So here she was. Sitting alone on this couch, tears streaming down her face as she felt completely alone and completely stuck. 

[deexchanel]

BM3

Please Read BM and BM2 before reading; thanks.

Word Count: 2,517

Pairing: Chris Evans x BlackFem!OC

Warning: Swearing, Angst, Drinking.

Summary: Reality always comes back and bites you in the asss.

A/N: You know I had to double it.

Karma ~ Summer Walker is the vibe for this.

“Chris…”

The familiar voice made Chris quickly pull back. There stood Minka with a red face and tear stained cheeks.

Shit.

“Why am I watching you kiss your baby's mother after you told me you were at your daughter's birthday party?” Minka looked between them. Chris was lost for words because he didn’t even know she was coming.

“What are you doing here Minka?”

She gave them a dry laugh, “You really want to sit here and answer my question with a question, wow.” Her eyes flickered from him to Ryelle.

“I’m just going to leave; give Lively to me.”Ryelle just had enough of tonight already. Minka on the other hand, the night was just getting started for her. “Leave? Do you think your home-wrecking ass is just going to leave bitch?? No! Ain’t nobody leaving until I get fucking answers!” She made her way closer to Ryelle, aiming to hurt her.

Chris quickly handed Lively off and then caught Minka in his arms. “No! Wait Minka!”

Lively began to cry from the quick movement. Ryelle just got in the car, holding her daughter to her chest. Now at this point, Minka is knocking on the window while yelling.“Get out the fucking car!”

“Minka chill-”

“Chill? How the fuck can I chill when I find my fiancé sucking faces with his baby momma?! I can’t believe you Chris!” Minka pushed him away from her. Ryelle cranks up the car then pulls off leaving them to argue.

“We were going to talk Minka, I had got caught up being with Lively.”

“I thought you loved me, why would you do this to me?”

“I do love you, but this relationship makes me feel like I’m not myself. I feel like I’m big-time actor Chris Evans and not Christoper. That’s not how I want to feel for the rest of my life.” He maintained eye contact in hopes that Minka would listen for once.

“Okay and that’s when you communicate with me! I’m your future wife.” She crossed her arms.

“You’re saying that like it’s easy when the person I’m trying to communicate with doesn’t even listen to me!” Chris then takes a huge breath. Throughout this whole argument, Ry stayed on his mind.

“I do listen!” Minka tries to argue. She knows that she is treating him right so he can't put his actions on her. Well, that's what she thinks.

Chris shook his head knowing that she didn’t understand him, “Minka how did you get here?”

“Emeri brought me because we were trying to surprise you guys. I was going to show you that I’m wiling to be a step mother. Henry’s location checked in for here.”

—-

Leilani sat on the hood of Henry’s all-black Mercedes while he stood between her legs. They waited for Chris to call so he could let them know when to leave. They sat in the car first but since it had been a minute waiting on their call, they got out.

“You calm now love?”

“Yes, but it’s just I get so worked up about my sister when she’s fucked with for no reason. Then again, I didn’t want to hit my mother.”

“I’d most definitely be that about my siblings as well. You are very good to your sister.”

“Thank you.” She spoke softly, giving him a tired smile.

The orange light shining above from the street lamp had her beautiful dark skin showing. Henry being taller had a perfect view of everything. He gave a her a kiss on the forehead.

A car a few feet away jams on breaks catching both their attention, a brunette rapidly gets out the car. Recognizing the car and woman, Henry steps back making way to her. “I can explain.”

His girlfriend of 3 years stared at him with tears falling down from her eyes. “Fuck you Henry.”

Leilani stood up from the car, intrigued on who this is. He turns around throwing her his car keys, “Get my car to Ryelle’s house.”

“W-What? W-Where are you-”

Her questions went ignored as Henry put the brunette in the passenger seat then gets in the driver seat pulling off. This happened so fast that Leilani didn’t piece the puzzle together just yet. She got into the driver side of the expensive car and just sat there for a second after cranking it up.

Then it clicked, this is his car. Quickly, she shuffled through his arm rest, a holder that held his folders and even under the seat until she checked the glove compartment. Bingo.

Hair ties, lipgloss, panties, and makeup for a quick re fix along with pictures of them being together. Tears fell as she flipped through the photos knowing that was the answer she sought.

“I’m falling in love with a man that is in a relationship. I’m so stupid!”

She lets out a frustrated scream repeatedly hitting the steering wheel. " I'm so fucking stupid ugh!.” Blood dripped from her hands but to her the pain felt good.

—

I told you, you better stay prayed up

You never thought the universe be looking for revenge

—

Her previous love attempts were failures, and this is the tip of the iceberg. Life is crumbling down like she is being stabbed in the same spot over and over again. She put the car in drive, heading the nearest store.

Liquor Store to be exact.

—

You can't keep just doing them girls like that

Thinking that nobody finna bite back

Losing your mind, baby

Can't be sure, time's wasting

—

“Please don’t fear me, I’m just karma.” She sung lowly walking into the liquor store. The security camera gave her a chance to look at her appearance. Her hair was all over, the makeup gave away that she been crying and her hands were bloody.

“That’ll be 25.87 ma’am.” The cashier responded, looking her up and down, she put 40 dollars in his hand.

“Keep the change.”

She took the plastic wrapping off the top and opened it. Leilani gave herself a shot, feeling the nasty burn when she swallowed. She got into the car and drove all the way to her sister's house.

Leilani sat on the porch, staring at the stars while drinking. The wind starts to blow, and she took a shot for every thought that ran through her mind.

Ryelle lifted herself up from the crying mess she was on the bed. She wanted to take a break from having a cluttered mind. Putting on some crocs, Ry walks downstairs to go out the door. “Lei?” She questioned, trying to see if that was her sister. She was correct.

“Hmm?”

She walked closer to her sister, seeing her having a big liquor bottle in her lap. “You good sis?”

Her low eyes looked up to her sister, “Hell nawl but it is what is, you know. I put my love into the wrong guys.” Ryelle politely sat her ass the fuck down, then grabbed the bottle, untwisted the cap, and flicked that bitch. She chugged a great amount, using the back of her hand to clean her mouth when finishing.

“Tell me the fuck about it!”

“Henry made me feel special like in some moments, I can’t look him the face out of nervousness from that he is so damn fine. Is it bad that I want to fuck that man everyday.”

“You’re not lying. Our men were a fine piece of art.”

“Can I vent to you about Henry?”

“Baby the floor is all yours.”

“We were literally sitting on the hood of his car waiting on you guys and this girl pulls up fast as fuck. I’m dead ass confused and I tried to question him but I choked up, a thousand things going through my mind Ry. He barely answers, throws me the keys then dipped with her. I went through his shit in his car.” Leilani sat up on that ending sentence.

“No, the fuck you didn’t!”Ryelle glanced at her, interested. Lei gave her a “You know I’m mf serious.” look.

“I did, and my intuition was right! That girl is his girlfriend! Panties, makeup, hair ties, the whole fix. We fucked in that car before the dinner! Ugh! I’m a home wrecker!”

“Lei you didn’t know but then again it’s fucked up that he did that. How much this bottle cost? This shit good.”

“25.87. What took you and Chris so long to let us know when to leave?”

“His fiancé walks up on up while we’re in the middle of kissing. Literally, after I told him I love him like a little bitch. I was rushing things and she snapped me out of reality. I took Liv back, and we left.”

“Damn. Take another shot after I take mine.”

“Bet.”

Leilani took a shot and Ry did too.

“What happened to your hands?” Ryelle took notice of her bloodied hands and softly grabbed them to inspect them better.

“They’re fine.”

“No, they’re not, and you know it. Let’s go in so I can heal you up.” Ryelle head swayed back and forth. Her body couldn't be still, definitely indicating that she's drunk.

“Okay fine.” Leilani stood up and then made her way up the steps. When Ryelle got up, her body began to lean forward, and Lei quickly grabbed her sister.

“Ry! Girl!”

Ry was laughing so hard she was wheezing. “Bitch I almost fell forward.”

Lei laughed at her stupidity. “You sure do know how to make a bitch feel better.” She wrapped her arms around her favorite person in the world, and they stumbled into the house.

—————-

Ryelle woke up around 6; her dream mainly consisted of what happened at dinner and afterward. She walked downstairs, straight to the refrigerator, taking out strawberries. Ry debated making eggs and decided to wait until she woke up Lively.

She walked back upstairs to wake her babygirl. Sitting on the bed, Ry rubbed Liv’s back. “Good morning baby.”

Those eyes she loves to see every morning opened. Lively rubbed them first then the eyelids drooped. “Good morning, momma.”

“Do you want eggs?”

“Yes.”

“Well let’s go to the kitchen then sweetheart.”

Ryelle stood from the bed holding out her hand. Lively gladly took her hand and they walked to the kitchen together.

“Mommy, can we add cheese to them?” Lively pushed over the stool as Ryelle grabbed the ingredients. Lastly, Ry placed a frying pan on the stove. "Yes, my love." The two worked together (Mostly Ryelle) to make cheese eggs. When finished, she prepared them a bowl bringing it to the couch.

"Mommy, can we go on a walk to the park?" Lively questioned when finishing her food. Ryelle haven't walked around the neighborhood in a while. "Yes, we can after cleaning up behind ourselves."

Lively gave her a smile as she quickly got up going to the kitchen. After Ryelle got up to put her bowl up, she picked up Lively, and they walked upstairs. It was a bit gloomy today, so Ry checked the weather when she touched her phone. It's supposed to rain in the evening around 5pm, and now it is 7:20 a.m.

She got Lively ready and got herself ready.

Someone rang the doorbell, catching their attention. "Who is that?" Lively questioned as she got up from the couch, setting the iPad aside. Ryelle shrugged her shoulders, making her way to the door. "I don't know but stay near the couch baby."

"Yes, ma'am." Lively looked skeptical but grabbed her iPad again. She opened the door to see someone holding a vase of roses with an edible arrangement. "Yes?"

"Hi, I'm dropping off this beautiful package to Ryelle! Hope you enjoy!" The woman gave Ryelle the things and then left. Ry walked to the kitchen, still in confusion about who had sent this. She had smelled the beautiful roses. The fruit caught Lively's attention, and she came over to her mother.

"Momma, can I have a fruit, please?" She placed her hands on the bottom to turn the arrangement around. Ryelle didn't hear her at first as she read the card.

"My life is amazing as long as you're in it. - Chris Evans"

The feelings she had for Chris wanted to shoot fireworks in the air but she hoped this isn't his form of apology. Ryelle is angry. Angry at the fact that she was confused about her feelings for him. She doesn't know if she wants to be done with him. Ryelle needs too though because why did he send her this when obviously he chose Minka? She just sat the card down, and Lively calling her name brought her back. "Mommy?"

"H-Huh? I'm sorry babygirl, Mommy zoned out there for a minute. What is it?" Ryelle shook her head, fighting the urge to smell the roses again. Lively points at the shaped fruit, "I want the pineapples."

"Okay, baby." She grabbed a plate from the drying rack then placed 4 pieces of fruit onto the plate then gave it to Lively.

"Thank you mommy."

"You're welcome, baby."

The two walked back to the couch. The whole going to the park thing was thrown to the side when receiving the gift, and now all Ryelle want is either wine or weed. Something has to get her mind off him. "Lively, do you still feel like going to the park? We can go get something to eat from wherever you want it from."

That excited her daughter, "I wanna go to chic fil a so I can go down slide."

A phone call interrupted their conversation, and Ryelle glanced at the caller I.D." Keep hold of that thought bubble. It's your Father calling babygirl." Lively nodded watching her mother press the green button.

"Hello?" "Hey Ry, I... I called to check on you."

Before Ryelle could finish Lively, who clearly doesn't know the vibe of the phone call, spoke in excitement to her father.

"Daddy!!"

"Hey Babygirl, I miss you!"

"I miss you too, daddy. When you come home?"

"Um, it'll be a while, Liv."

That's when the pouting started, and Ryelle wanted to finish the phone call before Liv's feelings are hurt. She cleared her throat.

"We're fine Chris. We were going to lunch a little later on today."

"Okay...Okay."

Liv interrupted their moment of silence,"Daddy why you not come home? Did I do something?" Over the line, Chris sighs not knowing how to answer.

"No...No baby, it's not you. Mommy and I just have to talk about some things."

'We ain't got to talk about shit' Ryelle thought to herself. Liv grabs the phone out her hand.

"Wel-Well can you come with us to lunch today?"

Ry looked at her daughter's crazy manner but bit her tongue. She didn't want to ruin Liv's dream, but then again she feels like it was too soon to see him again.

Chris didn't know if Ry even wanted him there, so it was a hitch in his answer. "Uh-"

"Please, daddy? Please?"

"Fine, baby girl, I will go to lunch with you guys."

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Yeahhhh part 3 bitches!!

I have plans to drop a couple more posts, so be on the watch!

Stay slutty my friends.

[saucy-sassy-sparkly]

Moments: Three

We're back, babies! I'm glad to bring these two back to you!! As I posted a week-ish ago, I'm a teacher getting back in the routine of life and things have been bananagrams. I'm back to writing (and rewriting Flight 1311)

I always love your feedback :) Sorry, these two don't quite get their ending yet, but there are still more parts to come. Happy reading!

Pairings: Chris Evans x Female Reader

Word Count: ~7.7k

Moments Masterlist

Three: 2010: Washington DC

Heartbreak is nearly impossible to avoid. Relationships– both platonic and romantic– suffer from miscommunication, bad intentions, and just plain cruelty all the time. They also suffer the urges of desire, lust, compassion, and curiosity. Sometimes, the risk is worth the reward, but more often than not, the risk causes catastrophic damages. 

It is unlikely that we’ll escape this life without a broken heart or two. In the process of healing from those, we often learn more about ourselves. Some heartbreaks never entirely heal, they just get easier to ignore.

Y/N shifted her weight between her feet while she tried to relax her muscles. She’d jumped into the 12 items or less line at the grocery store, but it wasn’t going much faster than the line beside her. She tried to channel her energy into being present. Being aware of the tenseness of her muscles after a long day of heavy sessions. Being aware of the beeping sound as each item was swiped. Being aware of the deep deep hunger growing in her stomach. Being aware of how fucking long this was taking… no, Y/N, refocus… find something to bring you back.

Her attention was drawn to the magazines and she ran her fingers over several covers, deciding on which one to flip through to pass the time. She wasn’t in the mood for Food & Wine, she’d read the latest People in the waiting room of the dentist, so she kept pushing them aside, looking for something that would catch her interest. 

She froze when a familiar face stared back at her; she dropped the grocery basket haphazardly on the ground in front of her and used both hands to yank the magazine out of the stand. Even with his eyes airbrushed a murky brown instead of the steely blue she remembered, even with the superhero costume and stoic pose, she knew that face anywhere.  

“Chris,” in a normal state of mind, she would have cringed when she realized she’d whispered it out loud as she stared at the glossy page in front of her. Instead, she was in a trance. She vaguely heard the cashier call “next” and she knew it was her. Her hands were shaking as she shuffled forward in line– it was finally her turn. Without another thought, she dropped the magazine on the conveyer belt and tried to put it out of her mind until she got home.

The three-block walk back to her condo was a blur, as was the walk up the stairs, the unloading of groceries, and the cooking of dinner. Y/N hadn’t taken the magazine out of the bag; she still hadn’t decided if it was a good idea to read it, but she was definitely waiting until she had food (and wine) in her system before she made a decision. She forced herself to finish eating, doing dishes, and getting into comfy clothes before she could look at it. 

She had to look at it, right? No. She didn’t have to do anything. But she desperately wanted a glimpse of him again. It had been almost seven years since she saw him, yet the tattoo on her ribcage regularly reminded her of the night they spent together. At the time, it had been the most romantic night of her life. She’d grown, she’d dated, she’d even loved since then and she knew that it was a low bar (particularly given the bomb he’d dropped the next morning). She knew she deserved more than a night of making out and dreaming together with a man… no, a boy… in a relationship. 

And yet, she still got butterflies when she thought of how important he’d made her feel sitting by the fire all those years ago. The feeling of sitting on Chris’s lap, wrapped in his arms while his breath tickled her neck as he whispered about his future and asked about hers… she could still feel it and it still made her heart skip a beat.

That next morning, after he’d crushed her heart (again), he’d begged and pleaded with her to hear him out. She’d left the room with her jeans in her hands, just his shirt hanging off her shoulders, and he’d followed her out of the room talking a mile a minute. She’d roused Annie from the couch, holding back tears, and dragging her best friend out of the apartment. Y/N had traversed home, clutching her clothes and purse, in an oversized t-shirt and panties, and resisting the urge to sob on the street. 

Once inside Annie’s, she’d forced herself to shower where she cried, cleaned up, and stepped back into Annie’s presence refusing to talk about it. The rest of the weekend, she’d actively refused Annie or her roommates’ questions about Chris and what had happened between them.  

Chris had gotten ahold of Annie’s number from one of his friends and had spent all weekend trying to call. Annie, as a loyal and protective best friend, refused him and laced every call with curses before hanging up. For what it was worth, he didn’t stop calling all weekend. And even all these years later, Y/N didn’t know that he’d continued to call Annie to try to plead his case with her in hopes that she’d relay a message to Y/N. She heard him out, but she never told Y/N… She’d watched Y/N crumple twice from this guy, and she’d decided that his excuse (it wasn’t working with Jess, he was ready to be out of that relationship) wasn’t good enough. It turns out, Annie’s instincts were likely right, even if it meant keeping a secret from Y/N.

After changing into sweats and pouring another glass of wine, Y/N sat on the couch staring straight ahead. Both of her hands were fidgeting with the bottom of her braid. Her stomach was in knots, her heart rate was accelerated. On the coffee table sat the magazine with Chris’s strong jawline staring back at her. Just a picture of him after all this time made her feel both nauseous and excited. She held out several more minutes, staring at the uniform, the shield, and the glossy film of the paper while she downed the rest of her wine. Finally, she lurched forward and snatched up the magazine, flipping frantically to the spread with his face.  

Despite all her efforts, she couldn’t stop the giddy grin on her face when she scanned the photos. Y/N read the article, soaking in every word and thinking of those whispers they’d shared on the balcony in Boston. How he wanted to follow his passion and make a real career out of acting, but how afraid he was of the consequences. She could still feel the way his hand had gripped her waist just a little tighter when he spoke of his anxieties of fame fighting against his desire to follow his heart.  

He’d done it. He’d become a movie star. He was a superhero now and there was no turning back for him.  

This was the first time in all the years since they’d woken up together, that Y/N had allowed herself to really think about him. She claimed that he was a fleeting memory and an occasional drunken cry, but she’d spent all of her energy cramming him into a tiny box so that she wouldn’t daydream and Google him. In the immediate wake of waking up together, she’d been distraught, been angry, been convinced that the universe was playing tricks on her because Jessica fucking Biel’s picture seemed to be everywhere. She’d refused to go to movies for fear that a trailer might have one of them in it. She’d avoided magazine aisles and anything on the internet that might hint at gossip or a picture of them snuggling.

Over time, she’d relaxed and been able to see Jessica’s image without immediately starting to cry and then eventually even saw some of her movies. It wasn’t Jessica’s fault; she probably didn’t even know about Y/N. She’d just been a night for Chris while he’d gone on to have several more years of a relationship with Jessica. Y/N’s ban on movies had helped her avoid Chris’s early career, but now, holding his face in her hands in the red, white, and blue uniform, it was clear that if she wanted to continue to avoid him, it was about to get harder.  

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The next evening, Y/N flounced into the kitchen where her friends were gathered, checking her clutch for her phone. The click of her heels on the hardwood made Annie look up and catcall; Y/N blushed and avoided eye contact as she went straight for the fridge. 

“DAMN, Y/N,” Sasha called, “you look smoking.”

“Stop,” Y/N waved them off, pulling out a beer to chase the shots that Annie had just lined up.

Jenna smacked Y/N in the ass, “someone is looking for attention tonight.”

Rolling her eyes, Y/N picked up the shot in front of her, encouraging her friends to do the same. “I’m just looking to dance.”

“Twenty bucks says someone is buying her a drink in the first ten minutes,” Sasha giggled, “are you ready for that?”

Y/N shrugged, swigging from her beer, “I’m not looking for anything more than drinking a little too much and dancing with my friends.”

“And yet here you are, clearly not wearing a bra and possibly no panties,” Jenna smirked.

“I’m wearing panties, thank you very much. I’m just looking to have fun,” Y/N repeated, her face flushing. “And maybe a little flirting.”

Jenna raised her beer, “to Y/N getting laid tonight.”

“NOT what I said!” Y/N yelled over her friends toasting to her sex life. After another round of shots and loading into a waiting cab, the girls were waltzing into Grand Central and straight to the bar. After two shots and a beer at home, a shot at the bar, and then another beer in hand, Y/N marched straight to the dance floor, not bothering to check if her friends were behind her. The DJ was playing a mashup of Kesha and club music while the girls moved to the music, dancing on each other and singing loudly. Three or four songs later, Annie and Y/N stumbled towards the bar, clinging to each other and giggling when a hand grazed Y/N’s hip.  

She felt a tall presence behind her and caught a whiff of cologne over the smell of sweat and beer; the hand on her hip was heavy, but not unpleasant, and his other hand came to rest on the surface of the bar next to her, effectively caging her in. His breath fanned her ear when he leaned in, “How much does a polar bear weigh?”

Y/N scrunched up her nose, turning her ear towards him as she said, “What?”

“How much does a polar bear weigh?” he repeated, again leaning down to speak right in her ear.

She laughed, “I have no idea.”  

“Me either, but it breaks the ice,” his face was so close to her neck she could feel him smile, “Can I buy you a drink?”

“Does that line work?” She rolled her eyes, feeling herself lean into him. He was warm, sturdy, and smelled delicious; she finally turned in his grasp and her alcohol-muddled brain took a few seconds to take in his face. His blue eyes dropped to scan her whole body. When his eyes returned to hers, she sobered quickly.  

“Depends on your answer to my question.” His eyes bounced between hers, still grinning. 

It was him.  

It was Chris goddamn Evans. He was pressed against her, holding her against the bar with his body weight, and asking to buy her a drink.

And he had no idea who she was. 

Y/N’s heart was in her throat and the urge to cry was surpassed only by the urge to kick his shins as hard as possible. He was staring at her, smirking his perfect smirk, and she had a split second to make a decision.  

“I’d love another,” she forced a smile on her face, held up her Corona and he nodded, turning to the bar and motioning to the bartender.  

“Two of these,” he pointed to the drink and then looked back at Y/N, “and yes, that line works… this one and only time I've used it at least.”

Y/N blushed despite herself, “I’m a sucker for corny jokes,” 

“I’m a sucker for beautiful women,” he replied.  

“Okay,” she laughed, making a face, “you have to stop with the shitty lines. You got my attention,” she was leaning her whole body weight against him each time she reached up on her toes to speak into his ear. And each time, he would tighten his grip on her hip, squeezing as he pulled her closer. Annie was somewhere behind her but she was only vaguely aware. Alcohol, his cologne, his grin, his hand holding her against him, and her deep, burning fury were entirely distracting Y/N from anything else. Annie, however, didn’t care; she was already texting the rest of the girls a picture of Y/N snuggled up to this handsome stranger. The group chat lit up immediately, but Y/N wouldn’t see it until the morning… which would be about the same time Annie would be sober enough to process who the handsome stranger was.

Taking the beers from the bartender and paying, he leaned down to her again, “you seem familiar.”  

Y/N stared at him for a moment, trying to decide if it was the moment to tell him. Instead, she nodded, “so do you. Did you go to Georgetown too?”

He shook his head, “No, no college; I’m from Boston but here in town for work. What’s your name?”

She offered her name before he repeated it and then said, “I’m Chris. Do you want to dance?”

Y/N stared at him, looking for any recognition. When none came, she plastered a smile on her face, pulled his hand off her waist, and dragged him behind her to the dance floor. She leaned her back against him as his arms both found her waist. One arm wrapped around to press his hand just below her belly button, and the other– which was holding his beer– steadied her other side. Almost immediately they were in sync, moving together to the music and pressing into each other. Every so often, Chris would whisper something in her ear about how beautiful she was, how good she felt in his arms.  

Chris was grateful for the first day off from press in a long time– in the run-up to the premiere of his first Captain America film, he had an interview nearly every hour of every day. Marvel had plunked them down in DC for several days to tap into the patriotic backdrops of the nation’s capital. Finally, he’d get tomorrow to himself, and as tired as he was, being in this bar dancing with this woman was better than sitting alone in his hotel room remembering that he was almost 30 and single. The second they’d walked into this bar, his eyes were drawn to her. Her snug dress got his attention immediately, quickly followed by the way she smoothly moved through the room and the column of her neck when she threw her head back as she laughed with her friends. He’d kept an eye on her while he and his buddies found a table and got drinks. He made no show of hiding his attention on her while he watched her dance, watched her body sway, and thought about what it might be like to hold her. When she’d made her way to the bar, she’d passed right by him, so he took his chance.  

The second he was close to her, he knew he’d met her before. His stomach clenched thinking maybe… maybe he’d slept with her before? Would she recognize him? Would she slap him across the face for not remembering her? He took his chance anyway. Maybe she’d been an extra on a set or a journalist in an interview.  

The whole time he held her, he ran through his list in his head. There were certainly a few he couldn’t put a name to anymore, but he remembered most of the faces. No, he was certain, the longer he held her and felt her dance against him, he’d never slept with her. There is no way any amount of alcohol could wipe away the feeling of her against him, of that he was positive. But he did know her. 

Chris flattened his palm on her stomach and used it to pull her closer; he couldn’t help but smirk when he felt her easily respond by pressing her ass back into him. Her free hand had been on his forearm, but now she snaked it up to his bicep and back around to cup the back of his neck, pulling him to her while she arched her back and ground her ass into him in time to the music. “You’re gonna kill me,” his mouth was right next to her ear, his breath tickling her neck as he spoke over the music. Y/N pulled apart just enough to glance over her shoulder at him, smirk, and added more pressure back into his hips. His groan rumbled up through his chest and she felt the vibrations against her back.  

After a few moments of being pressed impossibly close, Chris paused and slowed their movements. “Stay here,” he whispered, squeezing her waist and disappearing into the crowd. Y/N took a big swig of the room-temperature beer in her hand and felt awkward standing there in the middle of the dance floor waiting for him. This abrupt change caught her off guard, so she started to move off the floor in the opposite direction, pushing through the sweaty bodies and trying to calm her boozy, racing mind.  

He figured out who she was. He was mad she didn’t say anything. She’d pushed him too far with her little cat-and-mouse flirting. She’d thought it was innocent enough; lots of people around them were drunk and grinding, it didn’t mean much more than that it was Saturday night. Y/N was almost to the edge of the crowd when an arm wrapped around her bicep and she was gently turned around, coming face to pec with Chris. “Leavin’ me?”

Y/N bit her lip as she stared at him slightly wide-eyed. Chris’s eyes rolled back, his head lolling backward as he laughed, “Sweetheart, you can’t be biting your lip at me like that.” His hand on her arm slid down to her hand and over to her waist, his other hand mirroring it. With both hands on her, he tugged her into him and could speak directly into her ear, “You okay to stay with me? I wasn’t done with you yet, I just wanted to put down my empty, because I need to have both hands free for you.” He made his point by squeezing both hands that were holding her in place.

She nodded, giving him permission for his hands to slide further around her back, hovering dangerously close to her ass, swaying with her in a horribly out of place slow-dance. Y/N’s mind was still spinning, the beer in her system clouding her judgment and making it impossible to decide how to handle this situation. She was still oscillating from anger and humiliation to joy and excitement and didn’t have time to process any of it. Internally, she was starting to lose her cool; it was getting overwhelming and she needed a beat. Externally, she tried to play it off…

Her right hand holding her empty beer bottle rose to rest on his shoulder while her left hand slid slowly up his chest and gripped the fabric of his button down in her fist. She pressed herself into him, lifting onto her toes– even in heels– to lean up in his ear, “yes, but there is a deck upstairs, I could use some air,” she raised her eyebrows at him and he nodded. Chris took her hand and led her to the stairs, his large frame creating a path through the crowd.  

“I’ll meet you up there,” Y/N gestured to the ladies' room. 

“Can I get you another round?” She agreed and he headed towards the bar while Y/N was pleased to find no wait in the bathroom and could pee, splash some water on her face, pop some gum, and breathe sweaty, smelly bar bathroom air. She forced herself back out the door and up the stairs and out to the deck– the reason this bar was her favorite– and stared out at the lights of the city.

When he returned, Chris scanned the scattered groups on the rooftop deck looking for Y/N. When he spotted her, his breath hitched. Her back was to him, but her hair was thrown over one shoulder, allowing it to cascade down her back and show off the curves and angles of her neck and shoulders. In the cool evening air, a breeze picked up Y/N’s hair and it fluttered behind her while she leaned on the railing and looked out at the cityscape. In her pose with both hands braced on the bars in front of her, her back arched ever so slightly, accentuating her ass and drawing Chris’s eyes right to it.

His heart didn’t normally pound this hard when he was with a beautiful woman. He didn’t normally get this nervous. His hands weren’t normally sweaty. There were always beautiful women. Why was this one making his head spin and his heart jump into his throat? Whipping his palms on his jeans, he took a shaky breath before moving.  

He soldiered on and stepped up behind her, caging her in with his hands on either side of hers on the railing. “You’re fucking gorgeous,” he said to her, his lips almost brushing her exposed neck. A shiver ran through Y/N– whether it was her surprise at his approach, the words he said, or the chill air, Chris didn’t know or care. He took it as an invitation and stepped closer; Y/N was sure he could feel her pulse racing.  

They watched cars go by, Chris leaning his cheek against her head and Y/N letting her fingers interlace with his on the railing. He rubbed his thumb gently against her hand and she let herself lean entirely into him. They passed the time in this deeply intimate embrace with Y/N pointing out different landmarks visible from their rooftop spot. She knew historical tidbits and anecdotes that kept Chris asking question after question. They transitioned into exchanging bad dad jokes back and forth, and every time Chris pulled a giggle out of her, he racked his brain for ways to do it again. 

What are you doing, Evans?  Chris thought to himself as he cradled this woman in his arms. Any intention of taking her home for one night had gone out the window. It had already been at least ten minutes of pressing into each other while he tried to make her laugh. This wasn’t a one-night girl and the moment for “you wanna get outta here” was long gone anyway. In his head, Chris was already doing the math: if she was local, he had another few days in DC. He could see her again, he could take her to dinner, he could meet her for a drink. This didn’t have to end tonight. He had no reason to be this smitten but here he was, itching to kiss her and strip her down to have her under him, but also dying to know her. To hear her laugh every day, to feel his anxiety leave his body when she pressed up against him like this, to have a lazy morning in bed with her.

Stamping down his thoughts, he tried to recenter on this moment and what he had right now.  Focus, Evans, he reminded himself.  

Slowly, he reached his right arm across her to grab her left hip and pull her around to face him. He stepped even closer, securely holding her against him with one arm while the other cradled her cheek in his hand, his forehead pressing against hers.  

Y/N’s eyes fluttered closed while she tried to decide what to do. He hadn’t made any indication that he knew her, not even when they exchanged names, and her stomach was flipping in circles. A solid half of her wanted to just gently remind him, have a laugh about it, and keep feeling his arms around her.  

The other half of her was seeing red.  

How could he not remember? 

How did she still feel her heart flip when she thought of him and he was standing here, pressed up against her, whispering sweet things to her, and not knowing who she was? 

Did she really matter that little to him? Was it all in her head? Had she really exaggerated those memories so much that they were blown this far out of proportion?

A silence fell between them and Y/N opened her eyes to find him staring back at her. She knew the look on his face… she knew he was moments from kissing her; his hand was still cradling her neck. It was coming. Did she let herself kiss him again or did she tell him?  

His thumb rubbed softly up and down the front of her throat while he took her in. The tension in their stare-off was palpable and he was hoping he wasn’t the only one interpreting it sexually. He watched her nostrils flare once, then twice; was that fear? Apprehension? Anger?  

“Chris,” she whispered, chewing her bottom lip. She pulled her eyes from his and for a second he thought he saw tears welling in them, “Please don’t kiss me.”

His head snapped back, “are you okay?”

Y/N nodded vigorously, “I’m fine.”

“I really want to kiss you, Y/N.” His hands were still on her, his thumb was still caressing her throat and the hand at her waist was holding her tightly against him. Y/N’s arms were on his; she wasn’t pushing away, but he would let her go if she did.  

“Don’t,” she stared before cutting herself off, “I can’t.”

He dropped his hand from her neck but not her waist, “do you have a boyfriend.”

“No!” Y/N answered quickly, her hands involuntarily squeezing his arms. “No,” she repeated more calmly, “I just can’t– I don’t want to– It’s too–” Y/N sighed, “just don’t do it. Please.”

Chris nodded, “are you not interested? Did I get this all wrong?” He was trying to be cool and cavalier but he was panicking; had he forced this on her? Was she uncomfortable all night and she’d finally reached her breaking point? Would she go to the press? Would this be a thing for his fledgling team to iron out? Fuck.

“You didn’t get this wrong.” 

“We’ve both been drinking,” he countered, trying to fill in the pieces and understand; trying to fix it. 

Y/N nodded, “Can I–” she cut herself off again. Her demeanor had changed drastically in the last several minutes and it was putting Chris on edge. She sighed and dropped her hands from his arms to twist a hair tie in her hand. She was radiating nerves; Chris took a step back and removed his hands from her entirely. She wouldn’t make eye contact with him anymore and his anxiety was creeping up his chest. “I have to go,” she finally managed to whisper. “I’m sorry, I just can’t.”  

Y/N pushed past him before Chris had time to respond or even process the moment. She was hurrying down the stairs, pushing past people and grateful that the late hour in a dark and dingy bar led people to be far less concerned about her pushing and stumbling by. She didn’t waste any time trying to find Annie or the girls; she was out the door and waving down a cab while Chris pushed through people to catch her. 

He heard the ripple of voices as he passed people, the recognition and his name being drunkenly whispered while he shoved his way to Y/N. He knew there’d be something in the gossip rags tomorrow about him in this bar, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to catch Y/N. He just wanted to find out what was going on, to explain how he was feeling, to have her hear him out… He called her name, “Y/N, please wait!”...

Then, a memory hit him hard and he stopped in his tracks.  

“Y/N, please say something,” Chris was staring at her across the bed. Tears were pooling in her eyes but she was clearly willing not to let them fall. She didn’t move for several breaths and he ran his hands through his hair. Her lanky frame in his t-shirt, the neck of it hanging off her shoulder and exposing her soft skin. Her hair was tousled from sleep and her eyes were still puffy. 

She was stunning in the morning light streaming through the window and he’d fucking blown it. He’d been fighting with Jessica for weeks, their schedules were so chaotic, they were struggling so hard to make time together and when they did, one of them always picked a fight. He wasn’t sure what he had left to give her. And then Y/N had shown up in the tattoo parlor and taken his breath away once again. He’d spent the evening in a bubble, entirely forgetting about Jess and their problems and their last contact with each other– one in which he’d said “I think we should take a break, I’m not sure this is working,” on her voicemail after the seventh time he’d tried to call in as many days without an answer. 

In Chris’s mind, they were done. He’d been back in Boston spending time here before press for his next project and he was planning to go back and break it off. He loved her on some level, but he wasn’t sure they could survive anymore– and he knew that what he harbored for Y/N was love on a whole different, all-encompassing level. 

“I can’t. I have to go, I just can’t–” Y/N finally spoke so softly while she gathered her clothes. Chris moved his body in front of the door. 

“Please, let me explain.”

“You have a girlfriend, Chris, there is nothing to explain. I’m just glad I didn’t sleep with you.” Her voice was hard and she forced herself to stare at him coldly.

“You don’t understand–”

“Let me guess, it’s not working? You’re on a break? It wasn’t her, it was you? How very cliche of you to offer me some ridiculous line to try to explain away last night.”

“Well, it’s not like we slept together, so nothing really happened,” Chris snapped at her and immediately cringed. “Fuck, I’m sorry, wait,” 

Y/N leveled her eyes at him, “you’re absolutely right. Nothing really happened. So we can forget about it.” She shoved past him, holding her clothes. At any other moment, he would’ve let himself stare at her perky little ass cheeks peeking out from under the oversized t-shirt, but he was unwilling to let her go so easily.

“You’re right, I was going to give you a line, but it really isn’t a line. The last time I talked to her it was to tell her we should take a break, it isn’t working.”

“Oh, sure. That’s convenient timing,” She said over her shoulder as she shook Annie awake. “Annie, we have to go,” Annie grumbled and clung to the pillow in front of her, refusing to budge and buying Chris more time. 

“It sounds like a line, but it isn’t. I swear. Jess and I– our schedules don’t work, she’s constantly on set for Heaven, and then she was gone on location, and I was filming the pilot and now we’re both about to be in press–”

“I’m sorry,” Y/N whipped around, “did you say on set for Heaven?  As in 7th Heaven? Is your girlfriend Jessica Biel?”Chris paused and rubbed his hand over his neck, allowing Y/N to gather his non-answer as an answer. “Got it. Jessica Biel. Unfuckingbelievable. I’m supposed to believe that– I cannot even– Jessica fucking Biel? I can’t talk about this. I’m going now. Let’s go, Annie.” She yanked Annie off the sofa and they stumbled towards the door.

“She’s just a person, and she isn’t the person for me. Come on, Y/N, hear me out. I want to see you again, I want to keep talking to you.”

Y/N kept walking down the stairs, shoving Annie ahead of her, Chris hot on their heels, “Y/N, please wait!”

Chris pulled himself out of his daydream just in time to see a cab pull up next to Y/N and he sprinted the last few yards to slide in next to her before she could close the door. 

“Chris, what the hell?”

“You’re not running away from me again.” He pulled the door to the cab and the driver took off towards whatever destination Y/N had already given him.

Y/N’s eyes widened as she stuttered, “What are you– when did you–”  

“I didn’t know all night or didn’t know exactly how I knew you. But calling your name, chasing after you, it all came back to me.”

Even in the dark, Chris could tell she was blushing, her lip pulled between her teeth. She was quiet for a few minutes, the passing streetlights illuminating her face. She turned her head to look out the window and crossed her arms over her chest, unknowingly accentuating her cleavage. Chris willed himself not to look.  

“You’re an asshole,” she finally told him, turning her body away from him and towards the window.

“I am.”

“You should’ve remembered.”

“I should’ve.”

“Stop telling me what I want to hear!” 

“But you’re right.”

“STOP IT!” She snapped, looking back around at him and fixing him with a glare, “just… just shut up. Don’t talk to me.”

“Y/N, please–”

“Shut. Up. Christopher,” she announced each word with force, tightening her arms across her chest and throwing herself back against the seat. She glared out the window as the cab turned down several side streets and eventually slowed to a stop. Before she could pay, Chris handed a wad of cash to the driver and opened his door, sliding out onto the sidewalk.  

Y/N hesitated, staring at him through the open door where he was holding out his hand to help her. Instead, she threw open her own door and stepped out, narrowly missing a car passing and ignoring the cabbie yelling at her for getting out into traffic. She slammed the door and stormed around the trunk to her building. Chris was hot on her heels, still not speaking to her, but hurrying to hold open doors that she yanked open and trying not to be left behind. She didn’t tell him to leave, so he took it as a sign this was okay with her. He followed her up the stairs to her apartment; when she wrenched the door open, she left it hanging wide and kicked her heels off into the small kitchen before stomping back out of sight.  

Chris closed the door quietly, locking the deadbolt, and then turned to find Y/N had turned on a string of cozy fairy lights and was sitting on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket, staring at him.  

“Can I sit?”

“If you must.”

“I can tell that you’re upset–”

“Thank you, Captain Obvious.”

“Hey, we don’t have to be mean,” Chris threw his hands up in a defensive position, trying to assuage her frustrations, but it seemed to spur her on.

“This is the third time we’ve met, the third time you’ve made me feel beautiful, and the third time you’ve crushed me. You get what you get.”

“I’m sorry,” he sighed, finally joining her on the sofa and reaching out towards her; she pulled away.

“You should be.”

“I am, Y/N, seriously. I should’ve known immediately. I should’ve heard your name and seen your face, and immediately known that you were the same beautiful woman I’ve thought about so many times since Killington. So. Many. Times.” Y/N rolled her eyes but Chris shook his head, “seriously. You’re a constant figure in my dreams.”

She scoffed, “yes, a constant figure who you didn’t recognize for hours while she danced on junk.”

“It’s been seven years, Y/N, we were kids the last time I saw you. You’ve… matured.”

“So have you,” she gestured to the Entertainment Weekly sitting in front of them on the coffee table, still open from where Annie had looked at it tonight and commiserated with Y/N about how hot her little crush had turned out in his multi-page article and photoshoot. It was Chris’s turn to roll his eyes; he reached across the table and tossed the magazine face down on the floor under the coffee table.

“That isn’t me.”

“Sure looks like you. You’re so important now.” Y/N knew her tone was full of undeserved snark. Despite her embarrassment and sadness at not being recognized, she was proud of what he’d accomplished. She knew he’d worked hard, but she would not acknowledge it. Not right now. 

“I’m not important,” Chris huffed, “I’m still the same guy who carried you down a mountain. I’m the same guy who daydreamed on a balcony with you. I’m the same guy.”

“You’re the same guy who let me sleep in his bed, in his clothes, kissing me and holding me and saying beautiful things to me while you were dating a famous actress.”

“I said I was sorry, I tried to explain, I even tried to explain to Annie but your guard dog wouldn’t let me near you.”

Until now, Y/N had been glaring at Chris, but at that, her glare slipped into a look of confusion. The blanket she’d so carefully wrapped tightly around her slipped as her shoulders fell, “what? Annie?”

He nodded, “I talked to Annie every day for weeks. I begged her to give me your number and let me plead my case. She practically threw her Dunkin at me when I tried to explain my side.”

“When did this happen?”

Chris shrugged, “I called her multiple times a day for the first week after, then I kept calling until she finally agreed to meet me. By then I’d broken up with Jessica, and I was auditioning for roles, and back and forth between LA and my mom’s house, I met her at a park between her campus and my mom’s. I brought her coffee to try to butter her up but she wasn’t having any of it. She said I was just trying to sweet talk my way into your pants.”

“Oh,” She said quietly, losing herself in thought. Annie had never said anything. Why had Annie never told her? All these years, she’d blamed Chris and been so hurt by him, but Annie had met with him; she’d ranted and raved and cried to Annie about the whole situation, but Annie had heard him out all along. She’d been the regular voice of reason in Y/N’s ear saying, ‘he’s just a jerk, you can do better, don’t think about him again.’ Y/N shook her head, trying to get back to the moment… Annie was another problem for another day. 

“You didn’t know,” Chris’s shoulders sagged.  

“No,” she shook her head, her eyes slightly kinder this time, “I had no idea.”

“Does it change your feelings about me?”

“I’m not sure yet,” Y/N took a breath and stared at him, her stomach churning with emotions and beer. 

“Of course, you don’t,” he sighed, shaking his head and starting to pace the room, “I don’t know why I bothered coming here.”

Y/N was silent, watching him pace while her mind raced in a thousand directions. She was angry with Annie and confused about Chris.  

“Look, I’m not going to grovel. If you want to be pissed at me forever, fine,” His tone was harsher than he meant it, but once it was out of his mouth, he saw Y/N’s face harden quickly.  

“I just need a second, Chris, you keep dropping bombs on me with no warning, and I’ve had a lot to drink.”

“You’ve had seven goddamn years, Y/N. That was plenty of warning,” he countered, coming to a stop in front of her with his hands on his hips. 

“I didn’t know you talked to Annie, I didn’t expect to run into you tonight, I put you out of my mind for the last seven years! I’m a little emotional and a little drunk!” The blanket fell from her shoulders as she gestured at him, “Give me a damn second to think!” 

“I don’t need a second to think about you! I want to kiss you, I want to call you every day, I want to make you laugh, and I want you in my bed every night.” He cradled her face in his hands, staring at her intensely.  

“That is too much too soon. You’re passionate, and I’ve loved that about you from the first time we met, but you’re throwing so much at me so quickly. An hour ago you didn’t recognize me and now you’re talking about a future together.”

“I’m an idiot, I know that, but I didn’t forget you. I never forgot you. I never forgot how comfortable it was to talk to you or to laugh with you. I never forgot how easily I felt like myself when I was with you. And even when I didn’t realize everything tonight, I still wanted more of you. That girl in the bar had my attention from the moment I saw her. I’m not finished with you, Y/N. We’re not finished.” He was still cradling her face, pulling her towards him. Y/N put her hands on his wrists, rubbing her thumbs against his hands in an effort to steal her mind and slow down his words. And to soften the blow.

“I’m not ready, Chris. It’s too fast; I can’t.”

He sighed loudly and stepped away from her, “Any other girl could,” he muttered as he ran his hands across his face in exasperation. 

“Excuse me?” Y/N stepped out of his grasp; the back of her knees hit the sofa behind her and she stumbled, catching herself on the armrest.

“Nothing.”

“No, no, by all means, go on, what was that about any other girl?”

Fully defensive now, Chris squared his shoulders at her, “I can get any girl in my bed, I don’t even have to try.”

“Unbelievable,” Y/N’s mouth hung open, “Why did you even come here?

“I came here for you!” He threw his hands up in the air before they dropped and loudly slapped against his thighs.  

“Did you come here for me or did you come here to fuck me?”

“I came– I didn’t–I wanted– Y/N,” he stuttered and looked at her helplessly. 

“Did you just come here to sleep with me, Chris?”

He was quiet, his mouth opening and closing like a goldfish while he tried to gather his thoughts. 

“Christopher,” Y/N whispered, “why did you come here? What were you hoping for.”

“I don’t know.”

Y/N squeezed her eyes shut and tried to force the tears welling in her eyes to stop falling. She was drunk, she was tired, she was overwhelmed, and she was highly emotional. She wanted to have this conversation with a clear head and when Chris was thinking clearly and not with Lil Chris. “I think you should go,” she forced herself to say.

“If I go, that’s it,” he said stubbornly, “this is the third time we’ve tried. If we fail this time, then I’m not coming back.”  

“Let’s talk with a clear head tomorrow, Chris,” she pleaded, “We’re both saying this we don’t mean tonight.”

“I mean everything I’m saying. It’s now or never.”

“Chris, please–”

“Now. Or never,” he annunciated very clearly as he watched tears streak down Y/N’s face. He didn’t mean it. Or at least sober Chris didn’t mean it. But Chris with too much beer in his system was stubborn, passionate, and a bit of an ass. If he walked out of here without her tonight, he wouldn’t try again. He’d put too much time and effort into trying for her already after she’d walked out seven years ago. He’d cried alone, he’d begged and pleaded with Annie, and he wouldn’t do it again. He’d leave her behind. He silently prayed that she’d back down because he knew he wouldn’t allow himself to be the one to break.  

“Chris,” she repeated quietly, “let’s meet tomorrow, please,” she moved towards him, reaching for his hands; the tiny sober part of his brain screamed at him when his stupid, drunken self yanked his hands away from her. 

“No. I guess it’s never then, Y/N,” he turned and moved quickly across the apartment to her door and flung open the deadbolt. He hesitated just long enough to hear her choke a sob before he stepped into the hallway.

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[funfickgirl22]

Hi, can you write the story where the reader is with Chris or Henry and she is ashamed to show him her family home because she grow up poor ?

Home sweet home.

Chris Evans x Reader

International relationships are interesting. Both sites grew up in different cultures and were surrounded by various influences. The most significant difference between Chris and you was that you grew up poor. It wasn't your parent's choice; it was a continuation of bad events within your family that led to it.    

You were at this moment of the relationship where you felt like Chris should visit your family home and meet your mother. You loved the way how Chris' mother and siblings welcomed you warmly. You wanted the same experience for Chris.   

Your boyfriend had a few months off work, so both of you decided to book a flight and visit your mother.   

Your anxiety was high as a roof warring how your boyfriend would react to seeing your family home.   

"What's up, sweet heard? Are you afraid your mother won't like me?" Chris asked, kissing your hand while you both were on the plane."   

"It's not that she will love you. It's just... I told you my history, Chris. You know I grew up poor, right? I don't want to scare you off."   

"That is not going to happen Y/N. You know me. I don't judge people like that. You stuck with me forever."   

After 4h you arrive at the airport and are on the way home.   

The house you grew up in was a big 8-room mansion where only your mother is living. Your father passed away a few years ago.   

The paint from the exterior was peeling, the rooms in the house were clean but were cold as your mother couldn't keep up with heating. You wanted to help her to renovate the house, but she was a stubborn woman who didn't let you do it.   

You were right; your mother loved your boyfriend. Your anxiety faded when you saw Chris's eyes admiring the old building and being interested in the history of your ancestors.   

Late evening, when you cuddled up in bed:   

"Chrissy... do you like it here? I know is not much, but..."   

"I love it Y/N. You shouldn't be ashamed. I can see how your life was difficult, and I am impressed by you and your mum on how you pulled it off."   

Chris was correct; there is nothing to be ashamed of. Each of us has a history, and all events we went through; made us the person we are now.  

[sunnylands-world]

Looking at you laughing makes me wanna laugh too

- Sunny

[writersblog20]

The right one

Chris Evans x reader

Summary: After you fell in love with your boss, you were greeted by a huge heartbreak. But you weren’t the only one with a broken heart. Now it was the task of you and Chris to get each other over the heartbreak.

Warnings: Heartbreak, reader gets lifted up, alcohol, the reader and Chris are a bit drunk, anxiety, mention of panic, Chris and the reader get into a small fight at the end but fluff, hangover, pet names.

Words: 6,8K

A/N: So this is very, very personal because I’m trying to get over someone but it’s tough. (oh and i’m going to use this in a Henry story. Just changing the name and some other stuff)

The right one

You were madly in love with your boss. Well the one you had to work with for a while but that was now over and you were left with a void in your heart, swallowing you whole. You were heartbroken. You’ve never expected that you would fall for him let alone so hard. But he had a girlfriend and you would never but like never ruin someone’s relationship and tried to keep it as casual as you could but you were also friends or something.

You’ve never had very much luck in love. First you fell completely and utterly in love with your best friend, Chris Evans. You didn’t start off as friends but all of a sudden he had a girlfriend and had to endure another heartbreak. It was horrible and wished you would never feel something like this ever again but yet here we are. Today was the last time you would see him in a long time and when you arrived home, all you could do was cry. It felt like he took a part of you with him.

He was so nice as well and it felt like your heart was ripping to shreds. You wanted your best friend, you wanted Chris but before you could call him, he called you. You looked at your phone at the perfect timing and was a bit surprised. “Chris?” your voice shaky. “Hey sweetheart. Can I come over?” he asked you and sounded horrible over the phone as well. “Yeah, ehm sure yeah.” You told him but couldn’t contain your tears. “Wait. Are you crying? Sweetheart did something happen? What’s going on?” he asked you worried. “I’ll tell you when you’re here.” You told him. “okay, well I’m in front of your door so if you could open….” You were surprised that he was already here.

You looked around in your house and it was a mess, clearly showing that you were going through something. You tried to wipe away your tears only to be replaced with new ones. You accepted the fact that your house was a mess and that you were currently a mess. You opened the door slightly and saw Chris looking worried at you. He wore his hoodie and some sweatpants. The moment he saw your face and how visually broken you looked he opened the door and pulled you into a big embrace.

Your arms around him and held him tightly on to him while you started to sob uncontrollably. He walked a little into your apartment with you so he could close the door behind him. He held you tighter and his head rested on top of yours while his fingers massaged your head for comfort as he softly shushed you. “It’s okay sweetheart, get it out. It’s okay now. I’m here.” His words comforting you and you felt butterflies again but then grief all over again. You were so confused. You really liked Chris but you’re in a heartbreak and everything was just so confusing.

“I’m going to lift you up okay princess?” he asked you. You could only nod, unable to speak. He pulled you up and you wrapped your legs around him, your arms around his shoulders and your head resting in his neck while the tears kept flowing. He sat down on your couch, you in his lap. He placed his hand on the back of your head so you would stay tucked in. He softly rocked the both of you in order to try to calm you down a bit and placing soft kisses on the side of your head and sat there until you calmed down a bit.

“So what’s going on princess.” His voiced laced with love and care like always towards you. “I fell in love…” you hiccupped. Chris’s face turned white as a sheet. “What?” he asked you softly and in disbelieve. You nodded and wiped away the tears. “It was my boss. You know, the one that I only work with for a couple of months. But he has a girlfriend and stuff but he’s so nice and looked out for me. It was like he already knew me and I was an open book for him. but he has a girlfriend and I won’t see him again for a while and…. And I never thought that I could fall in love again but here I am. He really is the whole package and his girlfriend is really lucky to have him. But I couldn’t stop wishing it was me.” you cried out.

Chris was gob smacked but rubbed your back sightly for comfort. “It feels like he left a hole in my soul that’s slowly eating away at me, growing bigger and bigger.” You cried in his shoulder. He got his arms tightly around you again as he sighed out. “Why haven’t you told me sweetheart?” he asked you “I couldn’t. I didn’t want it to be true and I was scared that if I would say it out loud it became true but it was already too late. I just hoped that it would stop but obviously that didn’t happen. How can I be so unsuccessful in love Chris? I don’t understand it. what if it’s me?” You started to panic and go from one insecurity into another.

“Wow, hey shush, don’t think like that!” Chris stopped your train of thought. “Sweetheart, you haven’t found the one and everyone that gets your love is going to be the luckiest person in the entire world. You ARE lovable, gorgeous, smart, funny, serious, YOU   are the whole package sweetheart. Don’t bring yourself down like that, please don’t.” he told you as he cupped your cheeks so you would look at him. He gave you a soft sympathetic smile as he wiped your tears with his thumbs. You smiled weakly at him and crawled more up to him, your head resting in his neck and Chris placed his arms around you again, holding you closer to his chest.

“You are amazing, really. Don’t ever doubt yourself. You just haven’t found the one yet and I know you will. Because you are the most amazing human being I’ve ever met and you seized to amaze me everyday again. So don’t think for one minute it’s because of you.” He knew you weren’t only talking about this guy but mostly because of all your past lovers.

“Let me take care of you for a while alright? I’ll stay here if you want to and help you out if you let me. Please let me do that for you.”  He knew that you were going through a tough time and not only because of the heartbreak. He knew you needed someone. You felt extremely lonely and he wanted to take that away from you. “Won’t your girlfriend mind?” you asked him. He looked down. “Ehh we broke up….” you looked up in surprise “What?? Why? Oh god, I’m so sorry Chris.” You started to feel guilty about your breakdown. “Sweetheart it’s okay. It ehhh was a PR stunt. And I was done with that.” He told you. and you needed a minute to process this. “Wy didn’t you tell me?” Chris looked down “I couldn’t.” you nodded and let it go for now.

The real reason that Chris was standing in front of your door and why he broke up was because of you. He finally realized that this wasn’t how he wanted to live his days with fake girlfriends while you walked on this planet. He wanted you and was so incredible in love with you that he couldn’t hold it anymore and wanted to tell you about his feeling for you but then this came and his heart broke slowly just like yours. But even though he still wanted to be there for you. He cared so much about you, loved you with his whole heart and he didn’t want to be with someone just for PR. He wanted someone he loved, he wanted you. But now, all that matters was that you were going to be alright and he would do everything in his power to help and support you in this heartbreak, even though it broke his own heart.

he didn’t want to confuse or upset you anymore than you already were if he would tell the truth and tell you that he was in love with you. He wanted to confess his love but this wasn’t the best timing but it broke his heart just like yours because you both fell in love with someone that was unavailable right now. “ I’m so sorry Chris.” You told him and focused your attention on him and wiped your tears. Chris shrugged it off which made you frown. You could tell that something else was bothering him very much.

Chris sighed “I’m sad that it was PR. I mean, I wasn’t in love with her but I don’t want to be used for PR. I want someone real. That likes me for me and not some PR stunt. I guess that’s what bothering me.” he told you with a soft smile. He wasn’t lying but he was definitely leaving the biggest pieces out of the story.

You could see right through him and knew there was more but decided to drop it. If he wanted to talk about it, you know he would on his own time and you respected that. You gave him a weak smile. “So we’re going to help each other through the heartbreak.” You chuckled and almost started crying again, feeling sad.

“Yeah, yeah we are.” He told you with a sad smile. “Let’s get it first a bit cleaned up in here and after that go to the store and buy every snack and ice cream that we want.” He told you, making you smile. This time a real one and Chris gave one as well into response of your smile. He pulled you into a hug and kissed the side of your head and stood up. “Oh and you’ll definitely need a shower.” he joked and you tried to look shocked but cracked up.

Chris helped you with your stuff while you both listened to music. Chris gave you some loving glances and so often would make each other laugh and bursts into laughing hard. In those moments the feeling of butterflies arrived again. Just like before it did before you fell in love with your boss. It confused you so much that it made you emotional, gave you a headache and made you feel utterly shitty and confused.

After cleaning up everything and made your bedroom nice again you went to the store. You couldn’t give two shits about paparazzi right now so went in your joggings and hoodie. Chris also but neither cared. You got a shopping car and went inside. You went along the booze isle and got some bottles of wine and some strong liquors before going to the fruit isle. Chris made you get some fruit and vegetables because otherwise you wouldn’t eat them at all right now.

You got some of the things that you liked and went to the snack isle. You got all the things you wanted and Chris as well. It was almost embarrassing how much snacks and sweets you had in that shopping cart. It almost screamed heartbreak and disaster. You looked at the Ben&Jerry ice cream while Chris looked intense along with you, eyeing every container of ice cream.

“Y/N? Hey” you heard someone familiar say and you turned around, already in shock. It was your boss and here you were with a cart full of snacks and in your comforting but embarrassing clothes. He looked you up and down with a slight frown but stayed polite, like always. “Are you okay?” he asked you with a look of concern on his face. It was noticeable that you were crying. You looked down awkwardly and felt tears gathering in your eyes again and Chris noticed. “Hey, I’m Chris.” He said and reached out his hand. You boss shook his hand and introduced himself.

When he did, Chris quickly looked at you in concern when he understood that this was the person you fell in love with. “But are you okay?” your boss asked again. He was one of the few people that could read you like a book and you never knew how and why. Only people who really, really knew who you were could read you like the way your boss did so you never understood how he could do it so easily.

“Eh… Yeah, yeah I’m alright. Just a rough day you know. But it’ll be fine.” You told him and gave an uncomfortable chuckle. He nodded but you knew he wasn’t buying it. He placed his hand on your arm. “If you want to talk or whatever, you know where to find me.” he told you with that exact smile you fell in love with. Your heart was beating out of your chest. You nodded, tears gathering and you were sure he could see it. He got his hand off of you and looked slightly at your shopping cart and back to you with a smile.

“Take care and I’ll see you soon sweetheart.” He told you. Your heart was doing flips meanwhile it ate away at your soul. Chris was clenching his jaw at the nickname he gave you. Chris was jealous. He wasn’t really a jealous type but this got to him. Your boss calling his girl sweetheart. Well you weren’t his girl but god was he protective of you.

He gave you one last polite smile before walking off with a small wave. You waved back and turned around looking down at the ground. You felt your lip already wobble and was fighting with your life against the tears that were ready to spill. “Let’s get you home Angel.” Chris told you and quickly got a couple of ice cream containers, not really interested in how much he was taking with him at this point. He just wanted to get you out of the situation and comfort you.

You were at the self-check out when you looked to your left and saw your boss in the line to pay. Your boss was already looking at you with a soft, sad smile as if he felt for you. You tried to give him a polite smile but it broke your heart more and more with the second. Chris looked at you and where you were looking. You and your boss were just staring at each other and for a moment it gave you hope until Chris softly took your hand in his. “I’m so sorry sweetheart.” He told you and it got you back to reality. You looked down and nodded. “Let’s go to the car.” He told you and carried the bags but kept holding your hand.

At this point you extremely numb and just walked with Chris. You weren’t in reality anymore and couldn’t concentrate on anything that was happening around you. If it wasn’t for Chris you probably would have an accident for being too much in your head. Chris got you to the car and put you in the front seat before putting the bags in the back and got quickly next to you.

Chris just looked at you in silence. There was an extreme heaviness in the air that it was almost suffocating. Chris carefully placed his hand on your head and went over your hair. The tears started to slip and Chris pulled you in a hug in the car. He undid his seatbelt and got closer to you. You hid your face against his chest while you started to sob again and held on for dear life onto his hoodie, nails digging into your palms. Chris softly shushed you and rocked you a bit while placing kisses on your head.

Once the sobbing stopped, Chris decided to drive. You were still crying but at least not sobbing at this point. He held your hand while driving and placed kisses on the back of your hand. When you finally arrived home you opened the door and Chris walked in with the bags. He placed them in your kitchen and quickly put the ice cream in the freezer before turning towards you. You were staring at nothing and the tears just running over your cheeks.

Chris felt his heart break at the sight. You looked so lost and you felt lost in a void of pain and sorrow. Chris walked towards you and pulled you into a hug. He held your head softly while massaging your head softly. You sniffed, unable to stop crying. “I’m so tired.” You said softly. “I know baby, I know.” he told you and kissed the top of your head. “Why don’t you take a nap and I’ll make sure dinner is ready when you wake up.” He told you but you quickly shook his head. “I don’t want to be alone.” Chris held you tighter. “Want me to lay with you angel?” he asked you and cupped your cheeks so you would look at him.

Your face was sore and dry from all the crying. You nodded at Chris question. “Okay sweetheart, I’ll place the things away and I’ll be right with you. Go freshen up sweetheart.” He told you, making you nod. You went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. You looked absolute horrible. Your eyes were red and you had baggy eyes. It was very visible that you were going through it. No wonder your boss looked concerned at you.

You splashed some water over your face and put some cream on it, brushed your teeth and walked to your bedroom. You laid down and the tears came again when Chris got into your room and took his hoodie off. Your were tucked in the blankets like a burrito and it pained Chris to see you like this. He walked towards the other side of the bed and opened the burrito blanket to get in with you. Chris didn’t even had time to get comfortable before you held him close. He chuckled softly and it gave you some sort of comfort. Chris laid on his side in the burrito blanket. Your head against his chest, arms tightly wrapped around you, one arm underneath your head and with that hand he softly massaged your head.

You were soaking Chris’s shirt with your tears but he didn’t mind that one bit. “It’s okay sweetheart, let it out. It’s okay, I’m here and I’m not leaving.” He softly told you and you finally calmed down a bit. You felt loved by Chris and with that feeling fell asleep. Once Chris noticed that you fell asleep his tears started to gather and he quickly wiped them away. He didn’t close his eyes once, wanting to protect you and comfort you. It was like standing guard while you slept and wondered off into his own mind.

When you finally woke up, you saw Chris staring at your ceiling. He was still massaging your head softly and held you the exact same way when you fell asleep. When he noticed the sudden movements, he looked over to you. “Hey princess, sleep well?” he voice soft. You nodded “Yeah thank you.” he smiled sadly and kissed the top of your head. At this moment Chris was going through it because of being so much in his own head. “So I was thinking, maybe we could order some take out and watch some movies.” Chris suggested and you nodded quickly.

“You had me at take out.” You told him with a chuckle which he did too. You both got out of bed and got something to drink in the kitchen before lounging on your couch. You still felt very empty and had a feeling that it’s going to last some while. You shook yourself, trying to get out of your head while Chris zapped through the channels. You looked at the take out and suggested sushi. Chris was definitely in and you got as much as you wanted and gave the phone to Chris for his order.

After he got the things that he wanted, he gave you your phone back and looked at what movie to watch. “Want to watch a stupid romcom or something?” he asked you and you chuckled slightly. “Maybe it’s better if we watch something else before I become bitter and sour. Chris chuckled. “We could watch a fantasy film and after dinner a horror movie or some slasher movie.” You suggested and Chris chuckled at your suggestion. “You’ve got a weird taste sweetheart, but I love it.”

You chuckled and crawled against Chris and snuggled up to his side. He placed his arm around you again and got a blanket, placing it over you. You finally found a movie and put it on. You didn’t knew why you haven’t thought about this sooner but it was obviously one of your comfort movies. Halfway through the movie the food finally arrived.

You got everything on the table and started digging in. Once you were full you placed the left overs in your fridge and got the alcohol bottle and two glasses with you. You handed on to Chris and poured some in his glass before your own and crawled back against his side. His fingertips found your head again and you leaned into his touch, your head resting against his shoulder.

After the movie finished you got up to get some snacks and make some popcorn and got him a beer since the bottle was already finished. You got the ice cream at last and walked back with a tray. Chris saw you and immediately helped you with placing it down. You were both quite tipsy and laughed at everything. You put a horror movie on but you both couldn’t help but make stupid jokes and did a whole commentary about the movie while laughing. You couldn’t even find it scare because of the drunken state of the both of you.

After a while you both quite down and you laid against Chris, almost tucked out. You felt Chris slightly move and you opened your eyes slightly. “I’m sorry sweetheart. Let’s get a bit more comfortable.” He told you and laid down. You shivered from the cold a bit and laid down next to him in a spooning position. Chris put his arm around you and got the blanket better over the two of you before scooping you even closer to his chest. His head resting on yours. You haven’t felt this loved and secure in a very long time and noticed how much you were craving it.

While you enjoyed the contact of you and Chris you couldn’t help but fight your heavy eyelids until you couldn’t anymore and fell into a deep sleep.

You woke up and found yourself almost on top of Chris. Your head on his chest, your arm over him holding him tight, your leg between his. You realized what happened and the bouncing headache found it’s way to you in the form of a hangover. You groaned slightly and let your head rest against Chris’s chest again. You felt him slowly wake up as he softly rubbed your arm.

“Good morning princess.” He told you. you just grumbled “Morning” Chris chuckled slightly. “Hangover?” you tried to nod but it made the headache just worse. “okay, let’s take it easy today. Get freshened up, get breakfast and go back to bed and watch movies there?” Chris suggested. “That sounds really nice.” You softly said. Luckily you didn’t have to leave the house because you still had so many things that you bought from the store yesterday.

You got up with a loud groan and held your head in your hands. Chris sat up too and softly rubbed your back. “How is it that you don’t have a hangover?” you asked Chris and looked at him. He gave you a soft sympathetic smile. “That comes with a broken heart I’m afraid. Besides, you did cry a lot yesterday.” You groaned from annoyance. “Let me make some coffee and get you some water.” He told you and kissed the top of your head as he stood up, ready to go to the kitchen. He got you some water and painkillers before making coffee.

You got up with your hand still on your head, hoping that some pressure would release some of the pain that you were experiencing right now. Chris gave you your coffee and got his own. “Why don’t you go shower when you finish your coffee and I’ll make us some breakfast” you nodded and hoped that the painkillers would kick in sooner than later. “Thank you.” you told him softly, making Chris smile gently. “Don’t worry about it princess.”

You finished your coffee and took a shower, freshening yourself up. It did make you feel a bit better as you walked back to your kitchen. Chris was making pancakes and was making some eggs as well with bacon and of course some fruit. You sat down, your mouth already watering. Chris chuckled as he placed some pancakes in front of you and saw the look on your face. He sat opposite you as you both ate breakfast in peace.

After breakfast you cleaned up a bit while Chris took a shower so you could both get into bed and watch some movies and most importantly, sleep. It didn’t took Chris long before he stood next to you again. You looked at him and felt your breath hitch a little.

God he looked so good right now and it made your heart flutter. You felt confused because of your feelings right now. Chris smiled lovingly at you and you smiled shyly back. “So, wanna go back to bed?” he asked you and you nodded.

You didn’t even give Chris some time to get comfortable because you were already clinging to him. He let out a wholeheartedly laugh and got comfortable so you could snuggle up to him. He placed both of his arms around you, holding you tight and rubbed your back and head again, making you fall asleep again in no time.

 ~3 months later~

You and Chris had gotten real close over the past 3 months and fell completely in love with him but you were scared to feel this way again, not wanting to lose the best thing in your life and feel like 3 months ago again so you didn’t say anything.

You and Chris were together almost every day. He took you to premiers and party’s and if he was filming than he would come over later that day. There were a lot of sleepovers. Sometimes at your place and other times at his. His family loved you and your family (what’s left of it) loved him.

But tonight you were going to be put on the test. You had an afterparty and your boss would be there. You asked Chris to come along with you and of course he would. He was watching you getting ready. You were stressed the hell out and it was obvious. Chris stood up and walked over to you while you checked yourself out in the mirror. You felt insecure and uncomfortable in everything. You saw Chris walking up behind you and placed his arms around you and was resting his head on your shoulder. “You look perfect sweetheart. Don’t you ever doubt yourself.” He told you and you felt your heart skip a couple of beats.

It wasn’t easy for you but it also wasn’t easy for Chris because what if you still liked him? That would tear his heart apart again. You did your finishing touches on your make up and Chris looked with love and adoration at you, making you feel flustered as the butterflies got loose. “You look absolutely gorgeous. I’m mean you always look good but right now… you look amazing…” he told you making you feel even shyer and flustered. “You look quite handsome yourself…” you told him and finally looked him in his eyes. his eyes softened when you made contact, a soft smile still on his lips. You were in a trance and so was Chris. You felt the connection getting stronger with the second as the air tightened around the two of you, making it even harder to breathe.

You felt the oxygen leaving your lungs, making you break the trance as you looked down. Chris cleared his throat softly “So you’re ready to go princess?” he asked you, avoiding what just happened. You took a deep breath and nodded “Yeah, let’s go then”

You got an uber and Chris saw you fumbling with your rings from nervousness. He placed his hand softly over yours. “You’re going to be alright. I’m here sweetheart.” You gave him a sad smile. “Maybe this is a mistake. You know, going to the party.” You softly murmured as you played with his sleeve. Chris placed his finger softly and gently underneath your chin so you would look at him. “Sweetheart, it’s going to be okay. You need to face him one day and it’s better now than later. You’re ready, I know you are.” He told you and kissed your forehead. You leaned against Chris as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “I’ll be right besides you. I promise.” He whispered softly.

You arrived and anxiety was swirling through your stomach, making you feel sick. You tried taking some breaths. Now or never you thought in your head and walked towards the tent, where the music was coming from. You saw your friends and colleagues and said hi to everyone, introducing Chris. Obviously, everyone asked if you were a couple, giving you even more anxiety.

Your eyes scanned the venue to see where your boss would be but didn’t find him anywhere. “Let’s get some drinks sweetheart.” Chris suggested, noticing how tense you were. You nodded and walked with Chris to the bar ordering your drinks. You got some for your friends and walked back to them. You looked around when your eyes connected to the familiar warm brown eyes. You felt your heart quicken and your breath hitched. It was your boss and gave you a warm smile as he walked towards you.

You felt Chris holding your hand softly, noticing the interaction. His anxiety was just as high as yours. “Hi Y/N, how are you?” Your boss asked and gave you a hug. You nodded “Yeah, ehh yeah great, yeah.” God you could punch yourself in your face right now from sounding so insecure. He smiled and gave Chris a hand. “How are you?” you asked quickly “I’m good.” He told you and joined the rest of the group but mostly talked to you. You felt Chris’s hand tighten around your hand. Your boss noticed that the two of you were holding hands and grinned. “So… You two are a couple?” he asked.

“Ehhh, no just good friends” you told him but Chris felt his stomach drop and looked down. Your boss checked you and Chris out but mostly Chris and nodded slightly not buying it but let it go. Once you were finally used to his presence you felt somewhat better. You were in love with Chris and not your boss anymore, which was a great relief but yet a big burden as well. You did like your boss as a friend though. He was besides Chris, one of the best guys you’ve ever met. Even though you weren’t in love with him anymore, you would always have a soft spot in your heart for him.

Chris fell his heart break into little pieces, still thinking that you were in love with him. You walked to the bar with your boss to get something to drink. “So, you really are not a couple?” he asked you. “No, we’re really not.” He nodded slightly. “He really likes you, if not loves you.” you quickly looked at your boss. “What? Why would you think that?” you asked him and your boss chuckled “You can be so blind sometimes but I don’t mean that in a bad way. When you said that you were friends, the way he clenched his jaw, looked at the floor. It was written all over him. It still is and I can bet you right now that he’s looking at us.” You looked back to where Chris was standing and he quickly gave you a sad smile and continued the conversation with your friends.

Your boss eyed you from his side with a grin. “I was right wasn’t I?” you looked down a bit. “What about you? You like him? I mean it’s not my place to ask or say anything but I believe you two are great for each other.” You kept looking down which was an answer on it’s own and your boss gave you a sympathetic smile and softly patted your shoulder. “You’ll be alright, you’re one of the strongest woman that I’ve ever met.” He told you and you both walked back.

You felt a bit awkward as you went back in time in your head to go over all the signs that you might’ve missed and that was when you realized that there were many. You looked at your boss, who was already looking at you with a grin and winked at you when he saw the realization in your eyes. Chris saw everything and felt completely broken down.

You and Chris left after a while, giving everybody a hug. You noticed how silent Chris became and was a bit worried. You went to your boss and gave him a hug. “Good luck sunshine, you got this.” He told you hinting towards Chris and gave you a smile.

The uber was already there and you both got into the car. The ride back was painfully silent. After a while it became too much to handle for you. “You okay?” you asked him, anxiety laced your voice. He nodded and hummed but kept looking out of the window.

When you finally arrived back home you noticed how distant Chris became and it felt so wrong. You wanted him close now more than ever. “I’m going to go home. Thank you for the invite.” Chris told you but didn’t even look at you. You felt your heart tear apart again. “Chris… please tell me what’s wrong” you told him and he stood still, thinking about it. “Nothing is wrong Y/N.” you felt your heart drop in your stomach at how he said your name. Normally it would be pet names but not right now and you felt your eyes fill with tears. “Chris?” you almost whispered.

“Everything is alright. I mean, it’s nice to know that your boss likes you back right?” he told you and regretted it the moment it left his mouth. “what?” Chris let his head hang down and had his hands on his waist. “Please…” you almost begged and bit your lip, trying to hold back the tears. Chris turned around but didn’t look at you.

“Remember that day when I stood at your door and I just canceled the PR? That I told you that I felt sad and shitty because I wanted someone real and not be used? Well I wanted you. I was in love with you. but you were in love with someone else.” He told you and you felt gob smacked that it dated back 3 months ago. “Was?” you whispered and felt your heart grow heavy, scared that it might be too late.

Chris looked confused “What?” he asked you. “You said: “Was in love.” Chris let his head down. “I am in love. But it doesn’t matter anymore. I really hope that he will make you happy.” He told you softly. “Chris! I am in love with you too!” you were almost angry. Tears started to stream over your face while Chris looked gob smacked this time. “okay. I am in love with you and not with my boss anymore and he talked with me about it. that is should tell you. Nothing was going on, he tried to get us together!” you were fuming but you didn’t quite know why. Maybe it was because you were absolutely terrified to lose him.

“I’m sorry..” you told him softly again. “I love you and I’m scared to lose you.” you told him and wiped your tears away while you turned around, your back towards Chris. You didn’t want him to see you break down. “I’ve never been more in love, not even with my boss and it scares me.” you told him and you heard him softly walk towards you.

He placed his hands on your arms and turned you around into a hug. “I’m sorry sweetheart. I’m so sorry.” He told you and held you close while you wrapped your arms around him. He placed his fingers underneath your chin and lifted up your face to look at him. “I’m really glad that you’re in love with me.” he told you, a soft loving smile on his face and you chuckled slightly. “Yeah I guess me too.” He pulled you closer and he hid his face in the crook of your neck and you in his. Your hand went softly through his fluffy hair.

“I love you so much.” He told you, his warm breath in your neck as you tightened your grip around him “I love you too.” You both got out of the hug and looked at each other. He softly wiped your tears away with his thumb, holding your face in his hands as you stared at each other. Chris came closer and crashed his lips onto yours in a passionate kiss that took your breath away.

He pulled you closer to his body and he deepened the kiss. Your head started to spin as you felt his tongue against yours, which made you weak to his knees. He picked you up and sat you down on your kitchen counter and stood between your legs.

You pulled away for air and you both stared mesmerized at each other. “So… now what?” you asked softly, not knowing what to do. He chuckled, which made you laugh a bit. “Well, I would like to take you out on a proper date and I would love to have you as my girl.” You felt flustered and nodded “I would love nothing more.” you told him and he smiled brighter. His thumb softly going over your lips. “We’re idiots.” He told you, making you chuckle “Yeah, we really are.” He kissed you again, this time more sensual. Every kiss of this man just made you weak to your knees.

“Let’s go to bed and get some sleep mhm?” he suggested and you nodded. He wanted to turn away from you but you quickly got his hand. “You’ll stay right?” anxiety and fear hearable in your voice. Chris turned around with a loving smile that made your heart melt and glue it back together at the same time. “I’ll never leave you princess. Now let’s go to bed together.” He told you with a kiss on your head. He held your hand in his as he walked to the bathroom, getting ready for bed.

Once in bed, you both laid down on your side, just staring at each other. His hand softly resting on your face, his thumb softly rubbing your cheek. You both couldn’t stop smiling lovingly at each other. Your heart filled itself with love and you scooped closer to Chris. His hand on the back of your head for protection and you’ve never felt safer than you did in this moment. “I love you.” you heard before you almost fell asleep. “I love you too, so much.” You murmured back before falling asleep. The last thing you felt was Chris tightening his grip and a long lingering kiss on your head before you fell into a peaceful sleep, finally feeling complete.

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Chapter 25

Content Warning, this is intended for people that are 18+ and this chapter includes ddlg themes (always forced age regression) abdl themes, graphic violence,some smut, swearing, cannibalism, amputation . If I left anything out, let me know.

Sebastian’s POV

“I want you and Bunny to move in.” I looked him straight in the eyes, hopeful he’ll say yes. I didn’t have any need to worry. Right away he said yes. I smiled, grabbed the hair at the back of his head, pulled him in closer for a passionate kiss. My tongue invaded his mouth and entwined with his. Our hands roamed across each other’s bodies grabbing and caressing. Things were about to get steamy until a little voice broke us apart. “Daddy? Dada?” Jessica said, rubbing her tiny fists on her eye. “Hey there sleepy head, come over here, we need to talk to you about something.” I said. Sleepily she walked over and shimmed herself onto the couch, sitting right in between us. Little cockblocker.

I took her right hand in mine whilst Chris took her left hand. I gave it a reassuring rub. “Honey, Dada, and I have some exciting news. Dada is going to move in with us.” Even though she was still pretty sleepy, she managed to show a little bit of excitement. Chris continued “That means that Bunny will also be moving in with us.” She turned her head and gave him a confusing look “why?” We both chuckled “Because silly, she’s our other little girl. She needs somewhere to sleep and live.” Chris explained. She frowned “But I’m your little girl.” Her eyes started to water. To save her from crying, Chris quickly explained “Well Bunny is our little girl, but she’s more of a big girl. You’re our only little girl, you’re our baby.” She seemed content with the statement and as if by magic, the tears disappeared.

Not wanting to waste any more time, I continued “There will be major changes happening tomorrow, we’ll have new rules for the both of you to follow. Bad behaviour will not be tolerated. There will be consequences for your actions. But we know that you’ll be our best little girl and will not break any rules. If you do, you won’t get any rewards.” She nodded in agreement. She leaned her head onto my arm. “Daddy, can I go back to sleep?” “Of course, you can pumpkin.” And with that, I carried her back to our house and placed her down into her crib.

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The morning sun shone through the living room windows. Today was going to be a big day for our family. Everything had to go perfectly. Which is why Chris, and I were up pretty much all night coming up with the new rules for our littles. It wasn’t as easy as we thought, I knew Jessica would follow the rules, but Bunny would definitely find some of them tough. Sitting down at the table, I sleepily sipped on my coffee. Chris had been periodically bringing his and Bunny’s belongings over throughout the morning. Everything was set, now we just had to wait for the little ones to wake up.

Thankfully I didn’t have to wait long for Chris and Bunny to come bursting through the front door. Chris looking like an overpacked mule, arms filled with stuffies and toys, tried to keep a bouncing and excited Bunny in his hand. As soon as Bunny saw me, she let out a loud squeal and ran towards me. I opened my arms, ready to be ploughed into by her. “Oof! Hey there hunny Bunny, you gotta be quiet, ok? Jessica is still asleep.” I said keeping my voice stern but also soft. “Oh ok. I sorry Dada.” “It’s ok little one, why don’t you play with some of your toys.” I said patting her head. “She’s still asleep?” Asked Chris. “She’s normally up at the crack of dawn.” “Yeah, hopefully everything’s okay. I’ll go check on her.”

I tried to be as quiet as I could entering her room, but there was nothing I could do about the clunk of her lock. A snore that rumbled out from underneath a mountain of blankets told me I had nothing to worry about. She always liked to be all cozy and warm. I gently shook her awake “Good morning baby, it’s time to wake up.” She let out a little groan. It wasn’t enough to wake her up. “Oh no. Looks like I have a sleepy girl, and you know who loves sleepy girls? The tickle monster.” I exclaimed. My fingers dug into her soft sides, a squeak turned into a series of giggles that filled the room. Definitely the second best way to wake her up. After changing her, I carried her into the living room. This could either be chaotic or very stress free. I was hoping for the latter.

I placed her down on the floor next to Bunny, without hesitation she grabbed one of Bunny’s toys and started to play with her. I sighed in relief and plopped down on the couch to watch the pair play. Chris grabbed my hand and gave me a reassuring smile. We let them play for a while until it was time to tell them the new rules. Chris grabbed the reward chart and new rules list from the fridge. We carefully and thoroughly went through each rule, making sure they fully understood them. We explained the consequences for bad behaviour and rewards for good behaviour. Both girls nodded in agreement and with that came our first test. Breakfast.

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We sat the girls down in the designated chairs, Jessica getting the highchair whilst Bunny got a booster seat. Both girls strapped in and no way to get out. Chris had made an amazing breakfast consisting of scrambled eggs and honey glazed bacon, with strawberries, and grapes on the side. I placed the food in front of them and got a chorus of thank yous. Jessica dove right in, seeing as she little she didn’t need cutlery meanwhile Bunny had her silicone fork and spoon. Both myself and Chris sat down with them and enjoyed the little happy eating noises from Jessica. Bunny however was looking at her plate and slowly eating the fruit. She looked up at Jessica who just started to suck and nibble on her bacon. “Hmmm nice bacon Dada. Who’s this?” She asked. In that moment, Bunny’s eyes went wide and her face paled. “You’re welcome hunny, so happy you’re enjoying her. Hmm let’s see, that would be Nicole. She was extra plump.” Chris explained. I nodded in agreement “Very plump. The honey was a nice touch. Just the right amount of sweetness.”

I looked over and noticed Bunny’s shocked expression. “What’s the matter Bunny? Remember rule number 2. All food given must be completely eaten. No excuses.” Jessica gasped and sat up a little in her chair “Can, can I have Bunny’s if she no eats it. It’s really good.” “I’m afraid not baby, Bunny has to learn the rules.” I explained. Saddened by the news, Jessica plopped down on her chair with a squelch. Looks like a change will be needed soon. Bunny ate the rest of the breakfast leaving the bacon aside. “Daddy, I’m full!” She claimed. “That’s okay Bunny, why don’t you go a play with your toys.” Chris said whilst helping her out of her seat. I got Jessica out of her chair and went to go clean her up. I have no idea how she gets so messy. Once all cleaned up and a fresh diaper change, the girls went back to playing. Bunny was mumbling something to Jessica, but I couldn’t clearly make out what was said. I stood behind Chris as he washed the dishes and slide my hands around his waist, pulling him into a hug. He leaned down and kissed my hand. I released my hands from him and grabbed the marker from the counter and placed a big x next to breakfast under Bunny’s name.

The rest of the morning went smoothly. Jessica went down for a morning nap and Bunny did some arts and crafts with me and Chris. Bunny was all full of chatter, giving lots of affection and being playful, it felt like the good old times. I sat back on my chair and watched as Bunny was giggling and playfully putting paint all over Chris. It was a beautiful sight to see. A buzzing from my phone alerted me to Jessica’s baby monitor. She was up. I stood up and kissed a messy Chris on the side of his face and went to get our little girl.

Once situated on my hip we reappeared in the living room. Bunny was on Chris’s lap and the two were clearly starting to have some fun of their own. Chris kissed Bunny and smeared paint across her face. I was about to clear my throat when Jessica shouted, “Hi Dada.” Chris unlocked his lips from Bunny’s and leaned his head back “Hi Baby, did you have a good nap?” She nodded her little head and turned herself more in towards me. Immediately her hand went straight to her mouth. “No, no baby, that’s yucky.” Before she could completely slobber all over it, I took it out and replaced it with a pacifier. I put her down in her highchair just as Chris was picking up Bunny. “I think we need to get cleaned up. We got a little messy.” He said. I nodded and as by habit immediately noticed his hard cock through his sweatpants. He took her back to our room continuing to kiss her. Moans and giggles filled the hallway. The bedroom door closed, and it was silent.

Jessica watched the whole interaction. When the door closed, she looked back at me with a sadden look on her face. “Right little princess, what would you like to do? We can colour or play with some toys.” Very quietly she asked “beach?” I gave her a stern look. It was the first day and she was already pushing the limits. I was about to say no when a familiar sound came from our room. Her head turned towards it. I sighed “ok little one, let’s go to the beach.” I was expecting a squeal or something to indicate that she was happy about going. But she very quietly got ready and waited for me by the door. I wrote Chris a note to let him know where we were and headed down to the beach.

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Once down at the beach, Jessica’s mood picked up. We made the biggest sandcastle ever. It was honestly a work of art. Bunny and Chris joined us a little bit later and brought a picnic. Another food test. Bunny and Jessica played together whilst we set everything out. I was slightly annoyed at Chris for his morning actions and had to let him know. I nudged him to get his attention “You could have waited until Jessica was down for her nap.” He gave me a puzzled look. I continued “She was upset. It’s the first day Chris, you could have waited.” I said sternly. “Sorry babe, things just got a little bit out of hand. I’ll make it up to her…” His apology was cut short by the sound of wails and thumps. We looked over and were shocked by the sight in front of us. Jessica was on top of Bunny, crying and hitting her. Bunny tried to push her off, but Jessica had hold of her hair. We ran over to pull the girls apart. After much tugging and pulling we got them separated, only for Jessica to kick out at Bunny with her prosthetic leg.

I yanked Jessica back by the collar of her T-shirt and spun her around to face me, my hands slammed down on her shoulders holding her tight. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I yelled. She only cried and tried to squirm free of my grip. “What the fuck Jessica?” Tears and snot covered her face. But she wouldn’t say anything, I shook her and she half-heartedly pointed toward her sandcastle. I glanced over and saw what had happened. I sighed and lowered my head. My sympathy went out the window when she kicked me in the shin. “Fucking bitch.” I grabbed her by the arm and dragged her up to our house. I harshly flung her into her room and locked the door.

Jessica’s POV

I lay there on the floor, rubbing my red and sore arm. My tears were now sobs. I wiped the snot off of my face using the bottom of my T-shirt. I could hear Daddy and Dada outside in the living room. They were making sure she was ok. She started it. She destroyed mine and Daddy’s sandcastle. She did it on purpose too.

As I lay there, hearing their concern over her it made me more and more angry. That’s when it was decided, Bunny had to die.

Chapter 26