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It's never too early to get excited about TV Christmas movies — and UPtv is about to deliver a bunch of new ones this season!

PEOPLE can exclusively reveal that the network will be premiering eight new holiday movies in 2023, featuring stars like Melissa Peterman, Chesapeake Shores alum Jessica Sipos, Virgin River's Sarah Dugdale and even wrestler Chris Jericho.

Vocal group Gaither will also be getting their own music special, A Christmas Homecoming.

The "most uplifting Christmas ever," according to the network, will kick off 45 days — and nearly 600 hours — with the first of its new original movie premieres, We're Scrooged, on Nov. 5. Additionally, on Nov. 3, its subscription streaming service UP Faith & Family will begin streaming more than 200 Christmas favorites.

“At UP Entertainment, the curation of an uplifting, diverse and uniquely special holiday offering for our viewers every year is our passion,” Hector Campos, senior vice president of content strategy and acquisition at UP Entertainment, said in a statement. “Celebrating the true meaning of the season is at the forefront of our selection process, and our movies celebrate the magic of the holiday season with stories about family, love, hope and faith."

See the full UPtv 2023 Christmas movie lineup — complete with the network's descriptions — below.

We’re Scrooged, starring Tamara Duarte and Andrew Bushell, on Sunday, Nov. 5 at 7 p.m. ET

When ex-high school sweethearts return to Minneapolis for the Christmas Snowball 10-year high school reunion weekend, they each check in to the hotel single and alone. Although their friends called them “Ross and Rachel,” Sarah and Scott parted ways after college and pursued their high-end careers. After a run-in at the kickoff event, they are both warned that they are going to be visited by three Christmas ghosts over the next three days. While dreaming each night, they have shared experiences reliving their past and present Christmases. These unsettling yet comedic visits help them both see what they gave up. And that they gave up on each other. When the Ghost of Christmas Future visits them separately, they must each make a choice to reunite or lose their love forever. Christmas Time Capsule, starring Franco Lo Presti and Emily Alatalo, on Sunday, Nov. 12 at 7 p.m. ET When Tiffany’s best friend James arrives at her house looking for the family heirloom engagement ring he left in her care, she quickly realizes that he wants to use it to propose to another woman. Now Tiffany has three days, a road trip and some Christmas magic to make James realize that the woman he really wants has been in front of him the whole time.

Country Hearts Christmas, starring Chris Jericho, Lanie McAuley, Katerina Maria, David Pinard and Craig Strickland, on Sunday, Nov. 19 at 7 p.m. ET In this sequel to October's UPtv premiere, Country Hearts, it’s days until Christmas, and the Jameson family members are all off chasing their dreams. Tori and June are in Nashville recording their first album while Bones is home on the farm getting everything ready for the whole family to be together at Christmas. But when the sisters get a chance to be on a live Christmas Eve show, one that will supercharge their budding career, they are faced with a difficult decision; they could do the show and get a much-needed boost in the industry, but it means not spending a very special Christmas with their family. Added complications arise when Tori doesn’t know if she should choose an old flame or an old friend, and June is struggling with a long-distance marriage. In the end, it’s remembering that family, faith and love is the answer to any big decision.

Mistletoe Connection, starring Jessica Sipos and Markian Tarasiuk, on Sunday, Nov. 26 at 7 p.m. ET Kate Snow loves everything about the holidays. From Christmas sweaters to Christmas crafts, Kate loves it all, but what really makes her jolly is Christmas time at her shop, Treasures from the Heart, that’s been in her family for generations. This year, however, a developer is moving into her quaint neighborhood and trying to turn everything she loves upside down. To make matters worse, Kate had an electric moment with a handsome stranger on a bus, but never got his name and now has no way to find him. Mark Goodwin may wear expensive suits and have a big job, but underneath it all, he loves Christmas and everything that comes with it. When he has a moment of connection with a particularly beautiful stranger — dressed as a Christmas elf no less — he goes on a mission to discover exactly who she is to make his holiday romance dreams come true. But when Mark and Kate discover that they are on opposite sides of a very personal battle, it will take all the Christmas magic in the world to bring these two together in time for a truly magical holiday.

A Christmas Homecoming on Saturday, Dec. 2 at 7 p.m. ET In this all-new hour-long special from the beloved Gaither Family, we celebrate all the magic and music of the holiday season. Join Bill Gaither as he presents his favorite Christmas performances from holidays past including Josh Turner and the Gaither Vocal Band. It’s a Christmas special perfect for the whole family and guaranteed to fill you with holiday joy.

Yuletide the Knot, starring Mary Antonini, Peter Porte, Kelley Jackle, Kelsey Scott and Melissa Peterman, on Sunday, Dec. 3 at 7 p.m. ET When small-town wedding planner Rachel is faced with planning her biggest Christmas wedding yet for an out-of-town influencer couple, she is thrown an unexpected surprise when the bride’s manager turns out to be Logan, her first love and high school sweetheart. He reminds her what it is to love, and through rediscovering the magic of Christmas, she rediscovers a part of her heart she closed off long ago.

Christmas at an Amish Bakery, starring Alexandra Harris and Sean Koetting, on Sunday, Dec. 10 at 7 p.m. ET After leaving her Amish community in her youth, a New York book editor finds herself in desperate need of a new cookbook to save her job. With Christmas on the horizon, Sarah heads back to her family farm to reconnect. But with the presence of a handsome local — an outsider, but one that is friendly with the Amish community — he and Sarah sense chemistry and work together to save her family’s Amish bakery (developing an Amish Christmas cookbook in the process). Dial S for Santa, starring Sarah Dugdale, Julian Haig and Lynda Boyd, on Sunday, Dec. 17 at 7 p.m. ET When insurance investigator Lana Lawton returns home Christmas, her only goal is to spend time with her mom and cheer up her nephew who is upset that his military father won’t make it home for Christmas. When she arrives, however, she discovers that a string of robberies along Main Street has the shop owners scratching their heads over who could have done it. Seeing her chance to earn a big promotion by doing some real P.I. work, Lana puts all of her efforts into trying to solve the case by any means necessary. Now, with Christmas Eve approaching and her suspect list narrowing, Lana must convince Nick, the police chief, to let her help with the investigation. As the pair start spending more and more time together on the case, they begin to see each other as more than co-investigators. Can Lana and Nick solve the case in time for Christmas and will Lana’s lead suspect disappear on Christmas even with a sleigh full of stolen goods? It may just take a lot of faith and a good bit of Christmas magic for a happily ever after!

A Christmas Letter, starring Colin Mochrie, David Lipper, Enrico Colantoni and Glenda Bragzana, on Sunday, Dec. 24 at 7 p.m. ET A Christmas Letter is a modern love story-meets-epic adventure that ultimately brings a family together with an uplifting, feel-good look at how the spirit of the holidays – and help from some pro hockey players – can unite a community and new-found friendships. This is a tale of how love, compassion and a little Christmas sparkle can bring us together when we need it the most.

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weirdthoughtsandideas · 2 years

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I really liked your DCLA Character Pitches:

So I decided to share some of my characters. They aren’t exactly meant for DCLA.

A passionate young artist with an unpredictable personality. Calliope is smart, charismatic and creative, she expresses herself through her art and loves all forms of it, from drawing to painting and sketching. She is moody and a bit sarcastic.

An awkward nail artist, who is often very emotional. Enzo is excitable, artistic and enthusiastic, but he is also bloodthirsty, sensitive and irritable. He is always seeking approval from his peers, but his nail designs are rising in popularity.

An aspiring fashion designer, who runs a popular fashion blog and makes her own clothes. Bijou is fashionable, sweet, mischievous and creative. She loves to design outfits for her friends and people admire her Incredible fashion sense.

An optimistic jokester, who has the tendency to be a bit sarcastic. Alan is funny, humorous and mischievous, but he can also be very serious and mature, when the situation calls for it. He has a great sense of responsibility.

A spoiled girl, who is constantly chewing bubble gum. Tiffany loves to be the center of attention and a lot of people think she is a mean girl, but in reality she’s actually a very friendly, sweet and altruistic person, she is deeply insecure.

A highly intelligent girl who prioritizes logic over emotions. Genevieve loves science, mathematics and chemistry, she spends her free time with puzzle solving and is very blunt. She is deeply afraid of falling in love.

A trendsetter Artist and It Girl, who loves to attend exclusive events and visit exotic places. Prudence is very capricious, sophisticated and dramatic, but she is also highly intelligent and always discovers and sets new trends.

A young stylist who loves to create eye catching looks. Delilah is stylish, bold and critical, she always makes comments about other people’s looks. She loves jazz music and french fries, but she hates boring people and the color grey.

Lemon is a blogger, who has a large following. Her content consists of reviews of movies, tv shows, music and interviews with influencers and celebrities. Lemon is charismatic, funny and intelligent, she is an incredibly dedicated journalist.

Tyler loves photography, he always carries a vintage camera and loves to shoot black and white pictures, because they match his aesthetic. Tyler is introverted, artistic and creative, he is always looking for the perfect motive.

Mona is a trendsetter and singer, she is intelligent, analytical and logical. Mona doesn’t let herself be guided emotions and she can be judgmental and hypercritical. She has published several popular songs and is often very aloof and serious.

Ginger is romantic and artistic, she is very creative and has a great imagination, but unfortunately it can often cause her to be detached from reality. She is dreamy, sweet and intuitive, but she is also absentminded and very careless.

Ophelia is optimistic, talkative and extroverted, she can talk for hours and loves to meet new people. Ophelia has an incredibly positive attitude, which is incredibly infectious to her peers, but she can also be impatient and insecure.

Elodie is a very protective person, she enjoys knitting in her free time and she is very affectionate and nurturing. She has the tendency to be pessimistic and evasive, but she is very caring and kindhearted.

Posie is a talented interior designer, she is spontaneous, optimistic and funny. Posie is always filled with ideas, she is very creative and passionate. She loves to do the decorations for parties and other events, sometimes she can be stubborn.

Jameson is a melancholic writer, with a cynical world view, she is incredibly ambitious, driven and demanding. Jameson is often sharing her her opinions about her peers on her blog, which can often be unpleasant, but she is still very sincere.

Luna loves to ride her skateboard, she is very curious and loves to discover new things. Luna is intelligent, expressive and charming, but also incredibly indecisive. She often crashes into things and has a disdain for repetitions and routines.

Phoebe is a party girl, who loves to cheer her friends up. She is excitable, optimistic and extroverted. Phoebe is very empathetic and always knows how to help people feel better about themselves. Her positive attitude hides her insecurities

Esme is a straight A student, who loves to dance. Her favorite style is ballet and she’s been taking professional classes since she was 6 years old. Esme is introvert, intelligent, honest and rational, she only dances because she loves it.

Eloise is a talented song writer, who suffers from severe stage fright. She is creative, melancholic, sensitive and introvert. Eloise spends her free time with composing the songs that she wrote. She expresses her feelings through her song lyrics.

Leona loves to take care of her flowers. She is a very nice person, but she is also incredibly blunt and always speaks her mind. She seems to be insensitive, but she is actually just honest. She loves to spend her free time at the Greenhouse.

Fiona is a sarcastic hipster with a fondness for vintage things. She is intelligent, dry and stoic, but also compassionate and sensitive. She hides her insecurities behind a hard facade. She often makes snide comments, but she is always helpful.

Zaria is a an overarchiver, who seems confident and brave, but is actually insecure and awkward. She hopes to step out of the shadows of her sisters Kendra and Jessica, who are both extremely talented in their respective fields.

Alexis is a rational and intelligent perfectionist, who is afraid of being vulnerable, which is why she shows her true feelings only to her closest friends. Alexis and Roxy are best friends, but their personalities are very contrasting.

Kendra is a top athlete and the older sister of Jessica and Zaria. Kendra seems to a tough tomboy, but in reality she is sensitive, sweet and romantic. Kendra loves cutesy romantic comedies and cheesy romance novels.

Roxy is Alexis’s best friend. She is impulsive, free spirit and a bit crazy. Unlike Alexis Roxy is a very spontaneous person, who openly share her feelings with the world, she is confident, but shy and nervous about talking to boys about her age.

Jessica is the middle sister between Kendra and Zaria. She is a young genius who teaches college students, despite being much younger than them. She is very mature for her age, but she also has a strong childlike side.

Oooh!!!

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what does the yjl group do for work as adults

does dahlia make Jason a grandpa?

do Henry and Jameson have kids?

who takes control during sex time, Virgil or Jennifer

1. Connor is a stay at home dad to his and Tiffany’s daughter, Ziva!

Luca had a tech security company he started, and Matty is an English professor! They have twin sons, Finn and Sawyer, and a daughter, Kat.

Jania is an arts history professor, and her husband Zachary is a famous magician! No kids (neither wants them) but Jania was Luca and Matty’s surrogate for their kids.

Ceridian works in Atlantis, I just haven’t decided what. Cals does freelance work for the government. They have a son, Cerulean, who is a miracle (Cals has a hella hostile uterus) and a rainbow baby

Lucy, honestly? I see her having a nursery, like for plants. She and Rani are married and have two kids, Carter and Isla.

2. Yes she does! Her and her partner Beck have a son together, Ezra. Jason is an amazing grandpa!

3. Henry has a pit Bull named Pants, he doesn’t want any kind of relationship or kids. Jameson I haven’t decided

4. It’s Jenn

#Luca Gordon Grayson #Matty west #zachary zatara #connor lance queen #tiffany fox #lucy quinzel #rani carter #jania west #ceridian

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fardell24b · 2 years

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27th November 2022 Writings

27th

Excerpt from: The Loneliness of Alex

“Coool,” Tiffany said.

“I suppose so,” Stacy said. “But what if they're wrong?”

“Then we'll talk about that too,” Quinn answered.

“Sure,” Stacy said, although she sounded unsure.

Words: 28

Excerpt from: The Engineer and the Time Lady

Hidden Places in Japan: Five Months, seven days

Aialah wasn't sure which one to start with. “The Nordic Ice Queen is the shortest and the British Hidden Society is the longest.”

“You don't have to go through all of it at once,” Alpha said, seeing that Aialah was indecisive.

Words: 49

Excerpt from: Arthurian Collaborative Scenario

The Temesis was winding more as they approached the city. Katherine wondered why they had changed to the river earlier. Nimue hadn’t given much of an answer, other than that there was too much traffic on the Road. “I can see, something,” she said.

“We’ll be there by sunset,” Nimue said as the boat finished rounding the bend.

“Good,” Katherine said. The City was impressive, with the relatively new construction outside the walls sprawling towards them.

They pulled up to a dock shortly before sunset to find Merlinus waiting for them. He came on board. “Very good, Nimue,” he said with a smile, before saying. “Katherine Robertius. I thought you’d look a little older.”

Katherine nodded. “I’m sorry that I caused a problem for the Empire.”

“You did what you thought was right, but you can help us quell the unrest,” Merlinus said.

Katherine wasn’t sure how she could, but nodded anyway. “Sure.”

Nimue secured the boat to the dock and followed Merlinus and Katherine into the city. She was also unsure how Katherine would help quell the crisis. But then, there were many things Merlinus didn’t tell her.

Words: 189

Excerpt from: Convergence on Lawndale

“Quinn!” Stacy Rowe called out.

“Hi, Stacy,” Quinn said warmly.

“You were with that guy again, weren’t you?” Sandi Griffin asked in an icy tone.

“Sandi!” Quinn cried out. “Not right here…”

“And why not?” Sandi asked.

“I don’t want the whole school to know!” Quinn retorted.

“I guess not,” Sandi said.

“Peter Parker!”

Peter turned to see the Asian American women coming towards him. “Angela Li, is it?” he asked. He resisted the urge to compare her to J. Jonah Jameson.

“Yes. Principal of Laaawndale High! I’d like to know why the School District forced me to accept your employment here!”

Words: 102

Excerpt from: Galactic Crises

“You want to watch first?” John asked.

“Um, sure,” Quentin said, although he hadn't seen it before.

“It was a cone-shaped craft about 15 feet long, with an air speed of, oh, I'd estimate mach 12. They kidnapped and stripped me, examined me briefly, returned my clothes, and dropped me here.”

At the Dutchman Inn, Phillip called long distance to Colorado. “Phillip!”

“Hi, Wallace,” Phillip said to the young man who had been more of a sister to her than Quentin Brocklethwaite had.

“Mom and Dad said you've made it to Lanedale?” Wallace Addams said.

“I have, but the Brocklethwaites are rather busy. When I got to the house, there was no one there.”

Words: 114

Total: 482

#alternate history #angela li #daria #fanfic #merlin #nimue #november writings #original fiction #quinn morgendorffer #sandi griffin #stacy rowe #star trek #tiffany blum-deckler

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…no. Bresal killed someone. Tiffany Baker. Chase isn’t hurt though

Jameson clutches at his shirt. "Tiff" he spells. "The techmagi from Marvin's group." His eyes somehow get even wider, and he grips and ungrips his hands into his shirt. "How am I going to tell them. How am I going to tell Smith. They only got married two years ago. Oh my god."

Jameson sinks back against his headboard, and sets the camera on his sheets. He covers his trembling mouth, wheezing. So Bresal is just as possessive as Anti was. They must be close to Chase, close enough to deserve a warning. Jameson knocks his head back on the wood twice, sits up, picks up the camera again and sets it on his knees. His teary face is covered in a fresh coat of water, fear and panic making his heart beat so fast it aches.

"Anti killed anyone who thought they could touch me. He once killed a woman from a soup kitchen who patted my arm. It will only get stronger, he's going to get more and more attached the longer he spends with Chase. The longer this spreads in him the less and less of Jackie there will be."

#eyes of an antihero #jacksepticeye au #jameson jackson #antisepticeye

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throwbackmovie · 2 years

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Tiffany Jameson as Cheree in the TV series QUANTUM LEAP – 1992

#Tiffany Jameson #Quantum Leap #Cheree #leapee #time travel #sci fi #classic #A Song for the Soul

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The One

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warmings: 18+, Minors DNI. Curate your own experience. Cursing, drinking, running, a raging argument in an established relationship, name calling, taunting, drunken raging, Twitter. SMUT, explicit, rough sex, fingering, tit slapping, orgasm denial, spitting, oral sex (mostly female receiving). Also, I’m sleepy. 😴

A/N: Not proofread. Also, I know very little about Chris and Jenny, and have no real opinion about their relationship. I made up the scenario about what happened there for the purposes of the story. THANKS FOR 400 FOLLOWERS TONIGHT! 🥳🎉🎊🍾👏🏽🎈

This fic is based on the following ask:

Anonymous asked:

Imagine idea :

Chris is drunk after a fight with the reader. He was On Twitter and saw some pics with Jenny and when the reader comes in he screams at her and says that Jenny was the one and not the reader. The reader get sad because she was always kind of insecure about the age gap with Chris. The day after he didn’t know what he says and she don’t say anything because she got the feeling that he was right. But one thing both didn’t noticed that Chris was drunk calling Scott and he knows everything Chris says and drive to Chris to give him a good clamp ahahhaha Chris was drunk and Just mentioned her name because he saw a post with Jenny.

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It had been the perfect day.

You slept in, then had a late brunch at home.

You saw a message from Chris’ former co-star, Heidi, light up his phone that he’d plugged in on the kitchen counter when you two were tidying up.

You wondered why he was texting the bitch even after you told him that she wanted him. And after he agreed to cut off contact out of respect for you.

Heated, you didn’t even look around before you picked it up, put in his code and read a string of friendly, if not borderline flirty, texts.

Chris walked in the kitchen, caught you, and yelled at you for being in his phone.

“What the hell is going on?”

“Exactly! What is going on, Chris. I thought we talked about this?”

Chris rolled his eyes. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Oh, it’s a big fucking deal.”

You threw his phone on the marble countertop, which caused Chris to pick it up to see if it was cracked. Your temper was too much.

“We’re just friends! She knows we’re together, y/n!”

You rolled your eyes.

“And I know women, Chris. That doesn’t fucking matter to her. Sometimes you’re so oblivious. Or act like you are.” You huffed and rolled your eyes.

“I know you want to leave me for someone more glamorous and beautiful. Someone who will put up with your shit, everyone the media says you’re fucking. Go ahead and just do it!”

Chris’s temper was really rising now. You could tell as the red creeped up his chest to his neck.

“Stop fucking saying that!” Chris was screaming now. “Is that what you want? To end it? Because you don’t have to make me do it. If you want to leave, just leave.”

You said shit like that a lot. And it scared and angered him. He wanted to know if you were trying to make him break up with you so you would be free.

“Why are you being such a fucking…” Chris stopped himself. He knew better than to call you out of your name.

Your head almost spun around. You smiled evilly.

“Go ahead, say what you wanna say, Chris. Or are you scared?”

Chris exploded. “A fucking BITCH.” He was shaking because you went there.

“How many times do I have to tell you, I’m not fucking anyone else!”

Chris lost it and punched the wall, making a hole in the drywall and definitely injuring his hand.

You just stood there with your mouth open and in silence. You went toward him to look at his hand, and he just put both of them up, backing away from you and going to the liquor cabinet.

He retreated to the deck with a bottle of Jameson’s. He wanted to dull the pain, in his hand, and in his heart. He hated when you hurt each other.

You understood that you both crossed the line, so you let him be. You went upstairs to change into your running clothes to get out and clear your head.

Chris settled on a deck lounger, started drinking from the bottle and got online, which is never a good thing, but he needed something to distract him. He started reading tweets about himself, and following a thread of Chris + Jenny stans.

The more he drank, the more he started reminiscing.

There were good times. He was happy. Mostly. He thought she was the one. Sometimes. But she broke his heart. He was just a rebound.

Her handsome arm candy.

Then he thought of you. His heart melted; you really loved him. He was sure of it. But loving him was hard. He realized that you felt the same way about him that he felt about Jenny. Always waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Insecure.

And you had good reason to be. Everything you’d said about women coming after him was true. But what you didn’t realize is that since he’d met you other women didn’t matter to him.

You were the one, not Jenny.

Chris began to get melancholy. He’d fucked up. You were nothing but good to him and you just asked him to respect you and listen to your feelings. He’d ignored that.

Shit, why did he yell at you like that?

He went to erase Heidi’s contact and block her number. He was confident that you were never going to throw him away like Jenny did. She was the one who’d hurt him. Not you. Never you. He recognized that you wouldn’t ever hurt him on purpose.

His mind was racing with how to apologize when you came back. He was an idiot. The pain in his heart was replaced with regret and his hand had slowed to a dull throb.

But then 30 minutes turned to 3 hours, and by the time you got back, the bottle was empty and Chris’s eyes were red with rage and worry.

Maybe you were just like Jenny after all.

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You ran, and then went to get some coffee. You ran into Shelby at the cafe and distracted yourself with mindless chatter, then walked back. You were ready to apologize by the time you opened the door.

When he heard the door, Chris picked up his phone and met you in the living room. He was obviously shitfaced.

“WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN!?”

Chris’s voice boomed throughout the house and you jumped. Then you just stood there, shocked at his outburst.

“The hell are you talking to me like that?”

He was unsteady on his feet. He leaned toward you, and you could tell that someone was spinning the room for him.

“I don’t want it to be you!”

He had to let you know that he knew that you wouldn’t be the one to hurt him. Chris pointed his phone at you.

“You’re not the one. Jenny’s the only one. Not you! Not ever you!”

You couldn’t believe your ears. But then again you could. It was what you were afraid of. You were head over heels. And Chris could find someone on his level. Like Jenny.

“Well, Fuck You very much, Chris.”

You brushed your tears away and ran past him up the stairs to the bedroom, locking the door and crying your eyes out. You got out your suitcase.

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Chris started up after you, calling your name, and then suddenly needed to duck in the downstairs bathroom to throw up.

He tried to make it up the stairs and had to sit down on the floor near the bottom. Then, he needed to lay down just for a minute.

The next thing Chris knew, it was morning, and he woke up to a pounding on the door and in his head. He rolled over on the floor, and something stabbed him in the side.

Groaning, he reached down and saw your keys to his house, his cars, and his life, all on the Tiffany heart keychain he’d given them to you. He was staring at them, confused, when Scott opened the door with his key.

“There he is. My brother. The fuck up.”

Chris groaned again, sat up on the bottom stair and held his head.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Nevermind me. It’s not often I get to say that, only when you publish your dick pic to the internet or you RUN OFF THE BEST THING THAT’S EVER HAPPENED TO YOU!”

Chris winced when Scott yelled, his head a pounding mass of meat wrapped in fuzzy cotton.

He didn’t understand why he was being tortured and he didn’t understand why his hand hurt. He looked at it, all bruised up, and the keys inside it.

“Just tell me, Scott. Why are you here?”

Scott leaned up against the door.

“Did you know you drunk dialed me last night?”

Chris looked up at Scott, and his face was a sight as his brother told him what he’d said to you.

“Fuuuuuck me!” He put his head in his hands again.

“I don’t know if she ever will again,” Scott joked, but Chris didn’t laugh.

“I called her after you apparently passed out and wouldn't pick up your phone. She was ready to catch an early morning flight, but I convinced her to sleep in today and leave tomorrow.”

Chris moved his hands down from his eyes and stared out the patio doors, trying to think.

“I put her up in the Four Seasons, on your dime of course. Room 6145. Penthouse. Could be pretty romantic. If she were in that kind of mood.”

Chris looked up at Scott, smiled weakly, jumped up and hugged him, then made for the door. Scott jumped in front of him.

“Trust me, you’ll want to get some water and coffee in you, and shower and brush your teeth. You look and smell like shit.”

“Right.” Chris nodded, flexing his hand. He could still move it. He was glad it wasn’t broken. “Thanks, bro.”

“No problem.” Scott walked into the bathroom as Chris went to the kitchen, groaning when he saw the hole in the wall. He’d have to ask Scott to get it fixed before you saw it again.

If he could convince you to come back.

----

It was 11 am, and Scott had verified that you were still in the room. Chris just stood there, nervous and terrified that you were just going to be done with him.

Room service came and headed toward your door. Chris waved them down and when they saw his face, they stopped in their tracks, shocked.

“Hey, can you do me a favor?”

----

You climbed out of the wonderful deep jetted tub, having soaked until the water got cold and your fingers were wrinkled. You pulled on the plush Four Seasons terry cloth robe that was provided with the suite.

You felt calmer than last night, and after some sleep and relaxation, you realized that you’d been a fool to think that Chris would want you forever like you thought.

It was for the best that you leave and start over, to focus on your consulting business and yourself for a while.

You opened the door with a smile on your face for the attendant, and you let them into the room, your back turned to the door while they brought the cart in. You turned back around and there was Chris.

You grew heated, and your heart began to race while the attendant scurried out. Chris’s face was a welcome sight, but you were still angry.

There you were, looking so beautiful, curls tied up in your favorite silk scarf, cocoa skin radiant in a white fluffy robe. You should have been comfortable, but your eyes were wide and scared.

He’d done this to you.

“Fuck, y/n… I…”

You interrupted him.

“You’ve got some mutha fuckin nerve. How dare you just run up in here, using that fucking face,” you flung your hand up, “using who you are to get into my room. How did you even know where…?”

Your mouth dropped open at the realization of what Scott had done. You turned on your heel to get your things. You didn’t care that you were naked under your robe. You didn’t care that you still loved Chris. You were out. This second.

Chris moved to block you from entering the bedroom of the suite. You tried to push past him, all 5’ 4” of you versus 6 feet of him.

“Move, Chris!”

You glared up at him, your body responding to him in ways you weren’t prepared to admit. You were betrayed by your pussy.

“I just want you to listen to me. Then you can leave, stay, do whatever you want. Just hear me out.”

You and him physically was always the shit. His arms across his chest did things to you But you kept mean mugging him, making him hard for you.

You stepped back and said, “Okay. You have 10 minutes. Then I’m out, Chris.”

You paced back to the couch in the living room of the suite, watching him warily.

Chris paced in front of you, making it inevitable that you follow his lean form back and forth across the carpet. You noticed that his hand was bandaged and that he kept flexing it.

You hoped it wasn’t broken. No matter what, you cared what happened to him. You would always love him. Even if it was the end of your relationship.

“First of all, I’m sorry. My anger got the best of me, and I was violent and that is never acceptable. Even though I didn’t touch you, it’s not ok, and I know it was intimidating. I take responsibility.”

He stopped and looked at you, you melted a little, but you didn’t give any outward sign. Being a business owner taught you a mean poker face.

But the shirt he was wearing made his true blue eyes pop and you could see a hint of his chain around his neck under the fitted henley.

You suppressed a shiver at the memory of the things you did to have that chain and medallion wave in your face, to have it clenched between your teeth as Chris had his way with you, and you with him.

You focused on him, pointedly looking at your watch. Chris’ anxiety peaked when he saw that.

He stepped toward you and thought that he recognized the look in your eyes. He was almost sure that you still wanted him, sure that you still cared. He could only hope as he came closer.

“And then I started drinking. And while you were gone, I came across some posts about me and Jenny. And it took me back there.”

At those words, you crossed your arms and averted your eyes, defenses up. You didn’t want to hear about how much he loved Jenny.

Then, Chris swiftly moved to sit on his haunches, becoming eye level with you.

“And I realized that she never really loved me. Not like you loved me.”

Chris speaking about your love in the past tense made you a little angry and you stared him in the eyes.

It was just the reaction he hoped for. Your attitude. He loved it. He hid a smirk so that he could continue, but you saw the glimmer in his eyes. And you rolled yours.

Chris then picked up the sash to your robe and started playing with it, your eyes drawn to his thick fingers. You didn’t know why that was getting you hot, but it was. You opened your mouth to breathe.

Chris’s voice cracked when he said. “And to me she was the mountaintop. Another, different kind of conquest. But I realized that I never really loved her. Not like I love you.”

Present tense.

Now you were looking into his eyes, about to fall into them. Shit. He had you hooked. But then you remembered, and drew back.

“Yeah, I know what I said, but what I was trying to express was that I know it could never be you to hurt me like Jenny did. That I didn’t want you to hurt me like she did. Not when I’ve thought about forever…”

He moved even closer. “I mean forever, forever, with you.”

All of a sudden you couldn’t breathe. Chris got on his knees.

“I want to be in this position again with you one day. One day soon. But not like this. I don’t want it to be to try to get you back. I want us to be good.”

He sighed, pensive. “I want you to be smiling and happy, and even have our families there.”

You don’t know how your face looked at that moment, but Chris started smiling at you. You were so beautiful to him right now.

“I was drunk, and I couldn’t use my words correctly. I yelled and I screamed and I punched the wall. I fucked up and may have lost you forever, but I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m so sorry.”

You felt yourself get emotional, but you tried to calm down.

“I’m just so fucking scared that you will get tired of all the bullshit that comes with me and leave… and I absolutely wouldn’t blame you. But there’s no one else, y/n. No one else can compare…”

“Chris…”

You raised your hand to his face, eyes searching his. You could tell he was being honest.

Chris grabbed your hand and started kissing your palm.

“So.” He looked at you with those eyes. “Is this goodbye?…” His lips were giving you shivers. “Or hello again? Can we start over?”

Chris trailed his lips from your palm, to the pulse point at your wrists and lingered there, licking the delicate skin. Then he moved up your arm to the opening in the robe.

He pushed his torso in between your legs and leaned into your neck, inhaling the lavender bath oil that was your favorite. And his, too.

He moaned as you leaned your head to the side, giving him access. But he didn't just want the physical. He breathed into the shell of your ear.

“Please come home, baby…”

You just moaned as he started sucking right below your ear, your spot. Desire took over for Chris when he heard your sounds.

“Fuck it. I can tell that you still want me. If this is goodbye, then I’m going to make it worth your time.”

Your back arched and Chris palmed your bounteous ass over the robe, pulling you flush to his crotch. He smiled as he felt the warmth coming from you.

“You’re so fucking warm, babe. Are you wet, too? Are you wet for me? Do you want my cock? I mean, do you want your thick, fat, cock to fuck you babe?”

Chris was kissing down your neck into the cleavage that the robe was revealing with each sentence as you opened your legs. Your pussy was quivering for him, but you still didn’t answer him.

Chris looked up at you with those eyes and pulled on the robe sash. It fell open and he looked down and bit his lip, taking in your warm skin, lovely breasts, and elegant pussy, with the manicured triangle of hair kept like he preferred, and offered up for his taking.

You still looked like his girl, and he smiled as he looked up into your eyes. But he had to be certain. He lowered his head, keeping eye contact and descended toward one small hard mountain peak, kissing it gently, tentatively, while watching you.

You were mesmerized as his tongue peeked out and licked it, then he opened his lips and enveloped it, moistening it with his pink lips.

The look on your face compelled him, and he fully enveloped your nipple and started sucking roughly, still keeping eye contact. You were determined not to close your eyes, but it was difficult. You bit your lip to stay still.

Chris’s bandaged hand was dangerous, however, and it came up to pinch and roll your other nipple. You arched into his hand as he became rougher and rougher.

He switched nipples and hands and his saliva made your breast that much more pliable and sensitive. He slapped it, and then rubbed it with the rough bandage, making you cry out and moan as his other hand trailed down your body to your cunt.

“This pussy will still be mine, even if you leave me.” He smiled cockily while looking down on it.

He looked at you, before lifting his hand to his mouth, looking straight into your eyes and spitting on his fingers before bringing them down to your cunt.

“I think, that if even if you leave and move back to Houston, and I come to town, that if I I call you, even if you’re with someone else, you would meet me in a parking lot and let me fuck you over the hood of my rental car.”

He was faintly tracing your pussy lips and instantly your control was gone. You were sopping wet, because of his words and because of the knowledge that what he was saying was the truth.

“Oh,” was all you could say. You were adding to the wetness of the saliva on his fingers.

Chris smiled and tilted his head as his two thick digits breached your opening. He had his answer as you threw your head back and let him finger fuck you while he rolled and slapped and pinched your nipple.

His thumb was lightly brushing your clit and you wanted so much more. Chris could sense that and he pressed down roughly on it, causing an electric jolt up your body, which you keened for, arching your body into his hand.

Chris moved his hand from your breast to your neck and applied the pressure that you wanted and needed and that he was expert at while he stuffed another finger inside you and circled your clit with his thumb.

You floated among the clouds as you came like fireworks, and all over his hand.

He watched you come undone, and come down, rubbing his hard cock through his pants with one hand while he sucked your juices off his fingers, releasing each with a loud pop. When you opened your eyes, you smiled.

You pulled his hand and started licking yourself off him, flattening your tongue against his palm.

“I forgive you Chris. I forgave you when you conned your way into my room, you ass.”

You smiled against his hand as he groaned, relieved and desperate for you.

“But you still have some work to do.”

“What do you want? Anything.”

Now Chris was breathless, anticipating payback.

“First, you need to take those damn clothes off.”

He quickly moved to take off his shirt, and then stood up to take off his pants. You smirked as hs cock sprang up immediately when he peeled them down. He wasn’t wearing underwear.

Chris caught your look.

“What? I wanted to be prepared.” He chuckled softly while pumping his cock lightly, expecting to immediately fuck you.

He moved toward you. But you quickly moved off the couch and into the bedroom, forcing him to follow you, and his dick, into the other room.

You sat on the edge of the bed as he remained standing.

“What do you need, babe?”

You reached for his cock and tugged it toward you, opening your mouth and deep throating it, wetting it from root to tip and then spit on it. Chris moaned as you started to stroke. Then you stopped.

“I need you to jack off for me.”

“Ugh! You’re so fucking nasty. I love you.”

Chris instantly started where you left off. This didn’t seem like work.

You leaned back on your elbows, watching him, and licking your lips.

“And I need for you not to stop, and not to come. Until I tell you.”

You looked him in the eye and that was when Chris knew he was doomed. A chill ran down his spine as you reached down and started playing with your pussy.

“Fuck!”

You looked so damn good. He licked his lips and stroked harder and faster, his balls drawing up already.

“Shit, y/n.”

You watched his eyes, and got wetter at his blown pupils and glazed look.

“You like that?”

“Fuck yeah.”

His voice was broken and desperate. He fisted his cock, and held his balls, trying to stave off the inevitable.

You turned around, got on your knees and reached back between your legs and ran your fingers up and down your slit.

“How about that?”

“Goddamnit!”

Chris grunted as he tried to hold it in. You were a goddess. He licked his lips. Wanting to taste you. So he did.

He dove in, tongue competing with your fingers to command your slit. You finally gave in to his expert mouth and he savored your salty goodness.

“Fuck, Chris, you better still be…”

“I am. Christ.”

He was leaking in his hand, but he had it under control. Barely.

Chris stopped eating you out for a second, grabbed your ass cheek with one hand, stretched you open, spit on your tighter hole, and watched it slide down your satin lips to drip onto the bed.

His warm saliva made your pussy quiver and he watched it lovingly. Then he dove in again.

He sped up his movements with his other hand and you could hear the smooth skin of his dick sliding on his palm while his tongue did forbidden things to you.

“Ffffffuuckkkkkkk! Chrisssss.”

You came, burying your scream in the mattress, and even harder than before. You couldn’t believe that he’d turned the tables on you.

Chris ate you out through your orgasm, holding you down with one hand like it was nothing.

He was god of war, love, and sex, all at once.

Fuck Captain America.

You came again, almost immediately.

When he was done with his meal, he let you go, wiped his mouth with the back of his free hand and stepped back.

“Fuck, what do you want me to do? I can’t take it much longer…” Chris’s sexy growling voice got to you.

“What do you wanna do, Chris? How do you want to take me, Daddy?” Chris’s cock jumped in his hand, he slapped your ass, and watched it jiggle.

Chris entered your wet, wet pussy, and marvel how if felt like it was choking the life out of him. He had to stop moving, or he would burst almost immediately.

“How the fuck are you so wet, but so tight. It’s like a fucking vice grip, geeze.”

You both waited and felt it jump inside you, then Chris reached down, grabbed you by the neck and pulled you upright and flush to his chest.

One hand clutched your throat and the other arm hooked under your leg, allowing him to piston up into you upright while your other leg dangled, your big toe barely touching the ground.

Chris held you and fucked up into you, grunting each time the large mushroom cap head of his cock was stuffed into your pussy.

“Ugh, gatdamn it, you were thinking of leaving, ugh, you wanted to leave this, mmmmmm, this dick that, ugh, that fucks you like this?”

Chris’s mouth was near your ear, which was on his shoulder because your head had fallen back on his chest. He was using you like a sex toy as he fucked you senseless.

His dick slicked in and out of you with obscene wetness, Chris somehow lifting you up and slipping completely out of you and pounding back into you with force.

“Chris!!!”

You started shaking, your center of gravity being where you and he were connected.

He fucked you even harder and faster, chasing his release, but he maneuvered his hand to find your clit, refusing to come before you.

“Fuck! You know you were going to miss this cock that your sweet cunt fits… like… a …mutha …fuckin… glove!”

"Ahhhh!"

You screamed as you fluttered around his cock. He could take only so much before he had to shut his eyes and bite down on your collarbone. Chris’s legs were trembling now.

"Take all of it!." He was hitting your spot. "How does it feel?"

Although the feeling was intense, you tried to speak.

"L-l-l-like h-heav-v-v-ennnnn."

The sound of your voice made his release start to build.

With each of his thrusts, the sweet tightness began to build until you came, screaming and moaning in pleasure.

“Oh shiiiiitttttt!” Chris exploded inside your tight wet cunt. He wanted to fill you up like never before. He wanted to put his baby in you and tie you forever to him. That made his balls empty.

He fell back on the bed, with you on top of him, slipping out of you and depositing you on the bed beside him.

Chris couldn't help but smile as you both came down. He was made for this.

Chris put his hand on your cheek, brushing your beautiful lips with his thumb. You smiled under his attention into his sea blue eyes.

“I love you.” You grinned.

“God, I love you.” You sobered up, taking in the weight of his words.

“Is it weird that I want to get you pregnant before we’re married?”

You made a face.

“Who says I want to marry you?”

Chris scooped you in his arms and rolled you over on top of him.

“You don’t want to marry me? You’d say no if I asked?”

You held in a giggle.

“Nah. I’m gonna move back to Houston and marry someone else so you can come in town and fuck me over the hood of your rental car. That sounds hot as fuck.”

Chris released an anxious breath.

You took his head in your hands.

“Easy now. Ask what you want to ask.” Chris started to speak. You put your finger over his mouth.

“When you want to ask it.” You looked into his eyes again. “I won’t break your heart.”

Chris smiled at you and said, “I know.” He kissed you.

And when you pulled away, breathless, he told you, “You’re the One.”

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