#christ evans x reader

[boxofbonesfic]

Title: Return to Sender [5 of 7]

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Dark! Andy Barber x Reader, Ari Levinson x Reader

Summary: Andy Barber promised he would never let you go, and come hell or high water, he's going to keep that promise.

Warnings: Dubcon/Noncon, Kidnapping, Minor Violence, Gaslighting, Basement Wife Trope, Manipulation, Stalking, Obsessive behavior, Possessive behavior, Smut, MORE TAGS TO BE ADDED

A/N: 👀 is… is anyone still there? i promised i’d update this this weekend, and i delivered. an hour before midnight, but i delivered. 😅 i know it’s been a while for this fic, but it hasn’t been forgotten about. i really hope you all enjoy this latest installment, and please don’t hesitate to let me know what you think! as always, comments are great, reblogs are golden. thank you for reading, and mind the warnings. ❤️ divider by @firefly-graphics

 Where am I?

You stare blearily at the distant ceiling, dull and rusting metal beams criss-crossing over exposed brick. You reach out for Dove, and when your fingers meet empty air, your throat tightens as you remember. 

Pronge walking away with your baby, and Ari—

You sit up, your fingers knotted in the thin blanket. The repurposed garage office is still and silent, the springs creaking quietly underneath you. The air smells like old motor oil, singed rubber and citrus-scented antiseptic, and it burns your nostrils. You’re almost afraid to shatter the fragile silence with the sound of your movement, but it can’t be helped as you shove your feet back into your sneakers. The office is long abandoned, the desks all pushed up against the sides of the room to make space for the bed.

The hallway is slightly better, boxes of papers and car parts lining both sides, lit by old yellow florescent bulbs that give off less light than they should. There’s a dusty, unlit neon sign that reads Gary’s Auto-body, leaning against the wall. Down the hall, you can see that the light is on in the garage proper, this one bright and brilliant white. You squint as you pass through the doorway, spots dancing in front of your eyes as they slowly adjust to the light. 

In its previous life, this place had been a car mechanic’s garage, but now it serves as something like a speak-easy operating room. The car lifts have been mostly dismantled, and sitting on the concrete in the rusted outline of where they used to be are two operating tables. Ari is on one of them, speaking quietly to the man winding a length of beige bandaging around his right shoulder. 

Zemo. Ari called him Zemo.

“Mouse, you’re up.” You cover your mouth with both hands to stop the surprised squeak from reaching him. Guiltily, you peer around the door frame, waiting for a reprimand that doesn’t come. The “doctor” regards you with cold, calculating eyes. 

“So this is the young woman Mr. Barber is tearing the city apart to find,” he says. “How nice to finally meet you.” Andy’s name sends a cold shiver down your spine, and you clutch yourself. Zemo’s welcome feels less like kindness and more like tolerance. It makes you wonder how long you’ll be staying here. 

“You know Andy?” You ask, careful to keep your face as neutral as you can manage. 

Zemo scowls. “Well enough to know we do not get along.” He shakes his head, before regarding you with a cold smile. “Your husband has just as many enemies as he does friends.” Beside him, Ari sits up on the table with a pained grunt, swinging his legs over the side. 

“We can trust him, Mouse.” Ari offers you a watery smile. Nervously, you step closer, skirting around the now defunct counter as you attempt to give Zemo as wide a berth as you can manage. He either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care, cleaning his tools with a cloth before dropping them with a loud, metallic pap into the metal tray next to the table. 

“Are you okay?” You ask him in a quiet voice as you approach, fingers dancing nervously around the gauze. You shake your head, closing your eyes as you blow out an exasperated breath. “I mean, I know you’re not okay, but—” Ari places a warm hand over your own, a quiet laugh rumbling in his chest. 

“I’m okay.” 

“Lucky for you Pronge is a terrible shot.” Zemo quips. “He missed bone.”

“See?” Ari says, squeezing your hand tight before letting go. “I’m just fine.” 

“You’re not fine. You have a six millimeter hole in you.”  

“Semantics.” 

“Keep activity to a minimum. I shouldn’t have to tell you this,” Zemo replies dryly. “And keep it clean, I’m not going to do it for you. This isn’t a hospital.” You watch him pack up his tools, ferrying them over to the deep sink on the other side of the room. Ari slides off of the table with a grunt, and you watch him press his lips together as he stands upright, gritting his teeth against the pain. 

“Yeah, yeah, I got it.” Ari mutters, cutting his eyes at Zemo over his shoulder. “Six millimeters.” The doctor tosses him a worn looking cloth sling. Ari tries to fit it over his shoulder, and you rush to help him. “Thanks, Mouse.” Your cheeks warm with an uncomfortable heat. “I could have done it myself.” 

“This is all my fault,” you mumble angrily, shaking your head. “I have to do something.” You step back from him, tucking your chin. He rests a warm, comforting hand on your shoulder. 

“No it’s not.” 

“If I—If I hadn’t—” Guilt is an achingly heavy cowl about your sagging shoulders. 

“Mouse, what good is this going to do you?” The gentleness in his touch makes you flinch.

“As much as I am enjoying this conversation,” Zemo clears his throat. “I have my own wife and son to be getting back to.” You watch as he places his cleaned tools back into his bag. “Do remember what I said about your… hole.” He gestures to Ari’s injured arm with a grimace. “I’m rather keen on not amputating.” 

“You and me both.” Ari says. The two of you watch as he makes his way over to the front of the shop, pulling the metal garage door up enough to slip underneath it. “What time tomorrow?”

“Noon.” 

The garage door slams down hard onto the concrete, and then there is silence. You stand there awkwardly, twisting your t-shirt in your restless hands. They’re so used to holding the baby, without her sure weight in them they feel… useless. 

You feel useless. Adrift. 

And it isn’t just Dove—it’s everything. Despite what Ari says, you know this is your fault. He’d never have been hurt if you hadn’t been so fucking helpless. And it’s your own fault, you’d let your guard down, let Andy back inside, let him make a home inside your head, and it was your fault. 

“What are you thinkin’ there, Mouse?” Ari’s voice interrupts the self-depreciating internal monologue running rampant in your head. “I hope it’s about getting some sleep, you need it.” Again, his earnestness puts you on edge. You don’t know what to do with it—it feels alien to you now, almost like you’d prefer Andy’s smug cruelty—at least then you know what to expect. 

You don’t want to admit that you’re blaming yourself, thinking about all the ways you could have prevented this exact course of events just by being better. 

“Yeah,” you lie. “I’m exhausted.” If anything, you’re too awake, recalling last night’s events with perfect clarity. You can’t even look at Ari as the two of you silently make your way back to the repurposed offices, shuffling along beside him as your insides squirm. You feel too much to go to sleep, so many warring desires it feels like you’re being torn apart from the inside out.

You suppose that’s one thing you sort of miss about Andy—you didn’t have to think, didn’t have to feel. He did it all for you. You arrive back at your “room”, fidgeting nervously before you cross the threshold. You don’t think you can sleep in here now, now that the adrenaline has worn off. Now that the terror has been waylaid by your other earthly concerns. 

 Ari notes your hesitation. 

“I can stay with you util you fall asleep, if you don’t think you can.” 

You duck your head, shaking it emphatically. “I should be looking after you,” you reply, shooting him a look over your shoulder. “You should, um, rest.” Ari looks around, raising an eyebrow. Oh. There’s only one other bed—and it’s current occupant is currently snoring so loud you can hear it in here. 

“You sleep here, and I’ll—” You look around. “I’ll sleep in one of the rolly-chairs or something.” He laughs softly at your sudden determination. 

“You know I’m not letting you sleep on chairs, Mouse.” Ari rests a hand on your shoulder. “You take the bed.” 

“You got shot, Ari!” You hiss. “I-I-I can’t—”

He holds up his hands placatingly, like he can see you working yourself up. Hell, he probably can. 

“Okay.” He threads the fingers of his good hand through his blond hair. “I’ll sleep on one side, you on the other. Fair?” 

“Y-yes. Fair.” Your words shock the both of you, and you feel your face heat as he regards you with a look of pleasant surprise before you look down at your feet. 

“You don’t have to agree if you aren’t comfortable, Mouse. You know that. I wouldn’t—”

“I know.” You grip your own forearms tightly as you speak, like you’re afraid saying the words out loud will make them untrue—like speaking the name of your demon will bring him down upon you. “You’re not Andy.” 

Ari takes the left side of the bed, and the springs creak under his weight. You crawl in beside him, holding yourself as stiff as you possibly can to avoid even brushing him by accident. The truth is, you are scared—but not of Ari. 

And that frightens you, too. 

He’s a man, a stranger, wearing a face too similar to the one you’re running from. Now, though, when you’re brave enough to peek at him, you see Ari—not Andy. And the longer you’re here, the clearer you see him.

You lie there in the dark, your arms held painfully stiff over your chest as you search the dark with wide, glassy eyes. The ceiling is far enough above you that your brain begins to construct patterns and shapes on it’s popcorn-textured surface. Grinning faces, tall, shadowy figures—

“Mouse, are you sleeping?” 

You hesitate. “…No.” 

“Go to sleep.” You swallow against the thick lump in your throat, blinking back hot tears. 

“It’s… It’s hard without Dove.” It’s so silent without the baby, the darkness uncomfortably quiet without the sound of her sleepy burble. She’s probably awake right now, wailing for you. You press the heels of your palms against your eyes like you’re trying to hold the tears in. 

“I know.” The mattress creaks, and you feel Ari’s weight shift. The weight of your loss settles in on you, then, the crushing vacuum of your daughter’s absence sucking the air out of your lungs as you gasp for it. You can’t keep quiet anymore, your hiccoughing breaths rising in pitch until you’re sobbing, hot tears streaming down your cheeks to soak your hair and the thin pillow beneath. 

“Hey, hey, come here.” Ari’s touch is hesitant. He lets his fingers linger on your shoulders before he hugs you, like he’s waiting for you to rebuke him. You don’t. Instead, you curl into his chest, your wails muffled by his body as you tangle your fingers in his over-shirt. You cry so hard it hurts, your throat raw and aching. 

Ari’s hands don’t stray. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t murmur false platitudes or make promises he knows he won’t be able to keep. He just…holds you, his breath steady and heartbeat slow and even under your ear. 

And then, finally, you fall asleep.

—

In the light of day, Irene looks terrible. Her left eye is swollen black and purple, a patchwork of burst blood-vessels and yellow bruises spread out over  cheek. The other side of her face is not much better, the other eye open but blood red, and her nose swollen. It’s obvious she took a beating, a bad one. Still, she seems to be in higher spirits than last night as she shovels the last of her cereal into her mouth. You’re doing the same thing, hungrily crunching down the contents of your own bowl. 

“We need to talk about next steps.” Irene draws the back of her hand across her mouth, her one good eye focused on you. “We need to move.” 

“I’m not going anywhere without Dove.” 

“That isn’t an option anymore.” 

You clench your hands into fists on the table. “I’m. Not. Leaving.” 

“We will figure out a way to get her back, but right now? You cannot go back to Boston, he is never going to let you go, do you understand that?” It’s like you’re speaking two different languages, talking around one another in dizzying circles. You shove yourself away from the foldout table, knocking over your plastic chair. 

“I’m not fucking leaving without my daughter!” You haven’t felt like this in months, and something about it feels freeing as the hot rage pools in your chest.  No, it isn’t that you haven’t felt it, you haven’t let yourself feel it. Anger was hopeless with Andy, firm and stone faced in the hurricane of your rage until you exhausted yourself, your freedom, your life still frustratingly far out of your reach. 

You storm away from the table, kicking aside one of Zemo’s silver trays, and his tools skitter across the concrete. Behind you is the sound of Ari’s voice. 

“I’ll talk to her.” 

You don’t know where you’re going, but you know you need to be away from them. Alone. The bathroom is on the far side of the garage bay, and you slam the door behind you, your chest heaving. You can’t leave without Dove, you won’t. 

You won’t abandon her. 

You grip the porcelain edges of the sink hard as you blink back fresh tears. You turn on the water with a fierce jerk of the knob, and begin to rinse last night’s tears from your face. This is the cleanest room in the building, fresh towels stacked on on the shelves, and medical supplies arranged neatly in the glass cases across from the standing shower. 

It’s probably the only room Zemo actually uses. 

As you’re drying your face, a knock sounds at the door, and you glare at it as you huff. 

“What?”

“It’s me. Can I come in?” You chew your lip. 

“Fine.” 

You unlatch the lock, and fold your arms across your chest as it opens. Ari peers around the door. 

“Hey.” 

“Hey.” You repeat, and he chuckles, stepping fully inside as the door swings shut behind him. “I’m not leaving without Dove.” You say it firmly, watching his shoulders sag with his deep sigh. “It’s not happening.” 

“Mouse. Look at me.” Reluctantly, you drag your gaze from the air over his shoulder. “Your husband—”

“We’re not married.” You spit, and Ari rolls his eyes at the technicality. 

“He’s dangerous, Mouse. You know that.” Ari places gentle hands on your shoulders. “You know that as soon as you step foot back in that house that he will never, ever let you go again.” Your stomach twists at his words.

“I can get out again.” 

“Will you want to?” His bluntness feels like a slap across the face, and though Ari hadn’t struck you—would never—your cheeks smart anyway. You know what he’s implying—Andy scrambled your head all up inside, and half the time now you don’t know up from fucking down.

But it still hurts to know he knows. Knows how changed you are, even though he never got to see the before, just the after.  

“Fuck you!” You snarl. “I am not leaving her! And if you won’t help me get her back, then I’ll—I’ll go back my fucking self!” For the first time since you’d met him, Ari actually looks angry at this, his eyes darkening beneath his furrowed brows. “If you don’t care about her—”

“I let Leah go back.” It takes you a moment to realize who he’s talking about, what he means. “I let Leah go back, and then I had to bury them both.” Ari’s hand is a pale, trembling fist on the bathroom sink. His next words are hoarse. “I didn’t know they made coffins so small.” 

“Ari…”

“I care about Dove.” The words are heavy, and you hate that you know he means them. “We are going to get her back.” His eyes are shiny, but he doesn’t cry. “I fucking swear we will get her back, but you are not going to do that. Okay? You’re not.” 

“You promise?” Your mouth trembles. 

“I promise.” Ari wraps his pinky around yours, holding your entwined fingers up at eye level. “And you aren’t going back.”  

“I-I won’t.”

“Promise.” His dark eyes burn so fiercely you want to look away. “Promise.” He repeats it firmly. 

“I promise.” 

And then he’s kissing you, cupping your chin with his good hand as he presses his lips desperately against your own. Your heart pounds in your ears as you go stiff in his arms. Ari breaks away, releasing you with a soft curse. 

“Fuck. I’m sorry, Mouse, I—I didn’t mean to do that, I just—” For once, he’s flustered, his cheeks ruddy beneath the shadow of his beard. Ari cards his fingers through his hair. “I’m sorry.” 

The moment hangs between you in the air, held like a breath. 

Your body stays tensed, like you’re ready to fight, or run, like it remembers Andy’s strict instructions. Except… Andy isn’t here to deliver them himself. 

“It’s…” You don’t know what to say, hell, you don’t even know what you’re feeling. Everything is all mixed up, the emotions all biting the tails of the ones they’re chasing—you’re terrified, you’re exhilarated, you’re nauseous and scared and happy and—

“I’ll go. I should go.” Ari mutters the words more to himself than to you. You’re moving before you really mean to, leaning up on the tips of your toes to press a clumsy kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“I—I don’t want you to go.”  With a sigh, Ari melts against you, resting his forehead against yours.  You know you have done this before—many times, even just with Andy—but somehow there is a marked uncertainty as you lift your own hand to Ari’s face, stroking your thumb along his stubbled jawline. He hums, turning his face into your palm, and you feel the press of his lips. 

 Ari wraps his good arm around your waist, his fingers pressing into the meat of your hip through your pajama pants. His right arm flexes, his fist clenching and unclenches in the sling like he wants to move it, but he knows better. Instead, he buries his nose in your hair, the tips of his fingers creeping up beneath your t-shirt to stroke at your belly. You tense at his touch and then relax again, shivering. 

“You tell me to go, I go.” Ari repeats softly, nosing down the side of your jaw. “I won’t be angry.” You look for the pool of cold dread that usually sits in your belly whenever Andy touches you, the reluctant fear that you stamp down to please him but find it entirely absent. 

“You don’t have to make me happy, you don’t have to do what I want because I want it.” You have to stand on the tips of your toes to wrap your arms around Ari’s broad shoulders. There is undeniable excitement uncurling in your belly, warmth skipping under your skin at his touch. You want Ari to touch you.

“What if… it would make me happy?”

Ari huffs out a breathy laugh, his lips curving against your own. “That’s all I seem to want to do.” He takes your mouth again with a fervor that leaves you pleasantly breathless. Ari tangles his fingers in the curls at the nape of your neck, holding you still. His teeth tug at the weight of your lower lip and you gasp, opening for him. Ari tastes faintly of cinnamon sugar and something distinctly him that makes you shiver. 

“Been wanting to do that for a goddamn week.” He sighs the words against your mouth. He smooths his hand down the back of your neck, tracing a gentle finger along the length of your spine. You don’t know you’re holding your breath until you release is as his palm skirts over the curve of your ass. He chuckles. “Is this okay?”

“Y-yes.” Ari palms your ass in response and you gasp, tangling your fingers in his over-shirt. It feels strange to be asked what you want, to even consider your own feelings as worth listening to. Andy tells you what to want, what to think, how to feel—Ari simply…allows you to be. Just as you are. 

“I wanna touch you, Mouse,” he breathes. The admission sends a sharp bolt of electricity straight down your spine. “Can I?” You can’t avoid his eyes anymore, reluctantly meeting his gaze with your own. The words stick in your throat.

“You have to tell me, Mouse.” He strokes your trembling chin with the pad of his thumb. “I’m not him.”Andy always played at giving you choice, but you know Ari isn’t. That if you tell him to, he’ll walk away, and he won’t punish you for it. 

You close your eyes hard, pressing the lids shut till they hurt. You don’t want to think about Andy right now, don’t want to think about Dove without you—you just want this. It feels like you have to reach down your own throat to find it, pulling your own voice up and out through your mouth with force.

“Please?” 

Ari groans, plunging his hand into your loose sleep-pants to wrap around your thighs. He’s strong enough to lift you one-armed as you adjust. You wrap your legs around his waist as a reflex and he hums approvingly, his fingers sinking into the meat of your hips. 

The hard planes of his body press against yours, and your face heats as you think of the new weight that has settled around your hips and belly, but Ari does not seem to notice its presence, his fingers skimming appreciatively along your skin. You can feel the bulge of his cock pressing against your core, and the breathy, surprised noise you make in the back of your throat at the feel of it prompts a chuckle. 

Ari grips your hip hard as he takes a few long strides backwards until you feel cool tile beneath your back. He holds you there, pinned comfortably between his body and the wall as he grinds into you. He ruts against you with a groan. The thin, stretchy fabric between you offers little protection, considering, you can practically feel him throbbing through his zipper. 

“See, Mouse?” He says lowly. “All for you.” Ari releases you, and your feet have barely touched down on the tile before he’s pulling at the hem of your t-shirt. 

“Let’s take this off.” You nod, tugging it up over your head breathlessly, unaware of where it lands after Ari tugs it from your fingers. He drops to his knees, hooking a finger under the elastic band holding up your pajamas. You tense, remembering the last person who had been between your legs, but Ari grounds you, his lips brushing over the curve of your hip. 

“Don’t.” His mouth moves softly against your skin. “Stay here. With me, right now. Don’t go anywhere else.” Ari peels the layers of clothing back from your skin, his hands roaming hungrily over each newly revealed inch. You step out of them and then quickly scoot off your socks. Ari looks up at you from between your thighs, making hard, heavy eye contact as he places a hand beneath your knee. 

“Can I do this for you, Sweetheart? Can I make you feel good?” God, you want to let him. Everything’s out of you control—Andy, Dove, your whole life, but this? This is yours. This, you get to choose.

“Yes.” Even the act of consent feels unfamiliar. “I—I want to.” You don’t know how to describe the way you see the relief leave his body, his broad shoulders relaxing as he widens your stance, pushing your thighs apart till he can kneel between them properly. He squeezes the back of your thigh reassuringly before slowly lifting it to rest on his good shoulder. Ari holds your gaze as he leans forward to place a kiss on the chubby curve of your vulva through your cotton panties. 

His mouth is warm and soft—reverent as he mouths at your swelling lips through the fabric. Ari strokes your hip as he catches the fabric with his teeth, before pulling it aside to marvel at your bare pussy. You want to look away but you don’t, your mouth dropping open as he delivers a sloppy kiss against your slick folds. 

“O-oh,” the sound falls from your lips unbidden, and you feel his mouth curve against you. He pauses briefly to shrug out of his flannel, and dimly you are aware of the sound of his zipper before he’s back, his face thrust hard into the soaking place between your thighs. You mumble his name. 

“Ari, Ari, Ari—” 

He rolls the pearl of your clit against the roof of his mouth, circling your entrance with one finger. You press your head back against the tile, staring unseeingly at the ceiling. You do not remember threading your fingers through his hair, but as you tighten them, tugging, he moans, throaty and low. When you chance a look down, Ari is staring at you with lidded eyes. He flicks your clit sharply with the tip of his tongue, humming appreciatively as you jackknife. 

“Go ahead and cum, Mouse,” he murmurs the words against your slick, twitching skin. “It’s okay, Sweetheart, I know you need it.” One hand remains buried in Ari’s hair, tugging on it helplessly as the other scrabbles for purchase against the tile, looking for something—anything—to hold onto. You push against the hot water knob, and the pipes rattle as water rockets through them. You are tangentially aware of the spray of warm water from the shower head—but only barely. You whine helplessly, hips rolling against Ari’s face as you cum. 

He presses the tip of his finger into your cunt, groaning at the feel of you, wet and swollen and sucking at him. He gently lowers your leg, and your trembling knees nearly buckle. You watch as Ari wraps his fist around his cock, pumping it slowly as he stares at the sticky, messy spot at the apex of your thighs. It’s thick, veiny like his forearms. He sweeps his thumb across the tip,  spreading the dewy drop of precum gathered there. 

Ari stands, fishing his wallet out of his back pocket. From inside, he produces a wrinkled—but sealed—condom. He tears into the packet with his teeth before discarding it. He fumbles with one hand, nearly dropping it, but you help, gingerly pulling the condom from his fingers. Ari stands stock still as you roll it slowly down to the base before he grasps your chin, his mouth crashing against yours. You can taste yourself on his tongue. 

This time when he lifts you, he uses the wall to leverage your weight, sinking you down slow as you lock your ankles behind his waist. Ari’s head lolls, his lips parting in a silent “o” as he draws his hips back, and then fully sheathes himself inside. The air in your lungs escapes in a sharp, needy whine. 

“F-full.” You don’t even realize you’ve said it until Ari hums in agreement. 

“Feels good, doesn’t it Mouse?” He breathes. “Shit, you’re squeezing me so nice,” he breathes, drawing back until your cunt is sicking at the tip of him before driving all the way back inside. You manage a nod, your hips rolling greedily into his.

“I-I—fuck—again—” The words don’t want to leave your tongue in any sort of sensible manner, but Ari understands them, grinning hungrily as he picks up the pace. He skims your clit with his thumb, and you can feel the sparks skittering up your spine and you gasp as he does it again and again—

“Come on, Sweetheart, you’ve got one more in there for me, don’t you?” He mutters, angling his hips up into yours as you writhe against him. “Wanna feel it on my cock—mmm, fuck—” You do, leaning forward to bury your face against his chest as you wail, your cunt clamping down around him like a fist. Ari curls his massive body over yours as he empties into you, his hips pressing softly against yours. He holds you there, his cock jerking and throbbing inside of you as he mumbles soft ‘mm’’s and ‘yeah, fuck yeah’’s into your hair until he’s done. 

You stay like that, your body buzzing as the warm water streaming down over you. Eventually, when you can no longer feel the hammer of his heart against your cheek, he pulls out, and you press your lips together in embarrassed amusement at the crinkle of latex. He knots it off before tossing it into the trash bin. Your cheeks burn as Ari cleans between your legs, cupping your swollen cunt with an appreciative hum. He slides his fingers through the folds of your sticky sex, and your breath hitches. 

“I’m just cleaning you up, Mouse, I promise.” He’s true to his word, there’s   hungry, lustful intensity in his touches, only care. You str heady yourself against his shoulder, and your heart drops at the  sight of his bandages. The center is tinged with a pink circle, and as you stare at it, it darkens a little. 

“You’re bleeding.” Ari looks down at his shoulder and grimaces.

“Occupational hazard, Mouse. I’ll be fine.” He attempts to reassure you with a smile, but it doesn’t completely do away with the cold feeling in your belly.

“We’re going to need to change these, at least,” you say, fingering the edge of his wet bandage. “I think Zemo will be mad if we don’t.”

“He’s always mad.” Ari replies, and you laugh. “But yes. We’ll change them” 

It somehow feels more intimate to stand there in the shower with Ari, slowly washing off the events of the last day and a half. He shampoos your hair, rubbing it in gently at the roots with the tips of his fingers. When you’re finally done, he helps you towel off, before producing a generic grey sweatshirt and pants from one of the cupboards after a bit of rummaging. 

When the two of you return to the garage, dewy cheeked and differently clothed, Irene snorts. 

“Had a good time, did you?” 

—

Dove won’t stop crying. 

Andy isn’t a bad father, he knows he’s not, but for some reason, he can’t get her calmed down. Her little fists are clenched tight, beating the air above her head with a frustration Andy as her father, cannot seem to quell. He bounces his daughter tiredly as he paces around the nursery, mumbling soothing baby speak as he rubs circles on her back. 

She’s been wailing practically nonstop since Pronge had delivered her, his expression grim as he’d handed her over. 

I couldn’t get your wife.

Andy had wanted to rage, then, and he almost had, itching to slam the whiskey glass in his hand into Robert’s face for the trouble—but Dove’s fussing had provided a sufficient reminder that it might not be appropriate to do so. She cries herself to sleep, hiccoughing in his arms until her breathing evens. Andy carefully lays her down in the crib, stroking his hand over the curve of her cheek. He closes the door to the nursery, and to his disgust, Robert Pronge stands in the hallway, the decanter of whiskey from his office held in his hand. He takes a swig from it. 

“Who else was with her?” 

Pronge grimaces. “Irene. And her new assistant. Fucker’s as big as a goddamn house. Name’s Ari Levinson, he owns some shithole bar.” Andy’s eyes narrow.

“Get out.” He shoulders past the killer in his hallway, not bothering to take back the bottle.

“And do what, exactly?” He sneers. 

“Finish your goddamn job, and find my wife.” Andy waits to hear the sound of the front door before returning to his office. He’d had you—and you’d slipped right through his fingers again. You wouldn’t want to be apart from Dove, at least, that much he could be sure of. You’re a good mother, regardless of the doubts he knows he’ll have to plant in your beautiful head to get you to stay. 

Ari Levinson. 

The name is unfamiliar, and a search through both Massachusetts and New York state databases return no results. He does, however, get pings on basic search engines.

Ari Levinson. Dishonorable discharge, tried for murder, dismissed as self defense.

Now that is interesting.

It’s after midnight when he finally decides to turn in for the night, and as he closes his office door, he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket. He reaches for it, frowning at the unfamiliar number—but then his eyes widen at the caller I.D. 

Albany.

“Hello?” At first, there’s only grainy silence on the other end, until finally, you speak. 

“I’m ready to talk, Andy.” 

He smiles. “Oh, Honey. I knew you would be.” 

to be continued…

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[mcuamerica]

That "Fantastical" Four Movie

Pairing: Chris Evans x Fem!Reader

Requested by anon: Can you write a fluffy one about Chris Evans (like there's another Chris out there)  and a female reader that has CRPS…. Fluff about him taking me being worried and bringing me home and taking care of me. The meds they put me out with makes me drowsy and I sleep a lot…. (Read the full request here.) 

Warnings: Needles mentioned, reader has CRPS (feeling of extreme pain - I think), brief hospital stay, fluffy Chris.

Disclaimer: All my works are FICTION. Nothing pertaining to the characters and/or actors are to be taken as fact. I do not own characters (unless I create an OC, in which I will be sure to mention), actors, tropes, or titles. I do not agree to my works being reposted or published on any sites, even if credit is given. Enjoy!

You and Chris were cuddled up on his couch, watching The Lion King, with Dodger laying on the floor below the two of you. It was going really well until the pain started. Chris noticed when you let out a small whimper and shifted against his chest. He frowned down and shifted to sit up when he saw the pained expression on your face. 

“We need to get you to the hospital, yeah?” He asked, pushing your hair from your face. You responded with a simple nop and winced when he helped you up. He grabbed his keys and your bag and got you in the car. He made sure for you to know that you were going to be okay and that he would be next to you the whole time. He wasn’t going to let anything bad happen. 

And he was by your side as much as he could be. He didn’t want to leave you when they put you under and administered the nerve blockers to your spine, but they wouldn’t let him in the room for that. Once you were settled back in the hospital bed, he held your hand until you woke you. 

“Hey, baby, how are you feeling?” He asked when he finally saw you open your eyes. 

“Hmm? Chris?” You muttered and rubbed your sleepy eyes. You were barely awake and on meds, so you couldn’t really comprehend much. 

“Yeah, hi darling.” He said and gave you one of his iconic soft side smiles. 

“Your smile is too cute.” You muttered and reached out, poking his cheek. “But not hot. At least not as hot as you were in that “Fantastical” Four movie.” You giggled and leaned your head back against the pillow. “I bet that’s why I love you. Because of that movie. I was brainwashed.” You said, almost seriously, causing a chuckle to leave Chris’s lips. As much as he was worried about you, he liked to know you weren’t in pain anymore. 

You arrived back at Chris's place and he helped you get settled in bed the next day. He always had one of your favorite movies or shows on as you recovered from the meds. Once you weren’t as loopy, you assured him that you felt a lot better after the nerve blockers and he didn’t need to worry so much. 

He was worried anyway. He got you your favorite take out, ice cream, candy, and chips. He had Scott bring over your favorite blanket from your apartment and even had him grab the Bruins hoodie you stole from Chris a while back. Once you were all cuddled into Chris’s chest, watching yet another Disney movie, as Dodger laid at the end of the bed, you felt better again. Not only because that pain was gone, but because you were laying with the love of your life and you knew he wasn’t going anywhere.

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[ellecdc]

Hey elle :)

requesting poly!marauders x reader (or any of them individually if you prefer) where they're at some sort of big event with cameras and press, and she feels a bit overwhelmed but sticking with the boys helps her relax? especially once they're inside the event and past all the craziness it's quite enjoyable

love ALL your writing! and feel free to ignore this if it isn't something you'd enjoy writing, all my love <3

hi sweets! thanks for your request - I opted to go wolfstar if that's alright? thanks for being here with me 🫶

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader modern band AU

CW: references to alcohol, weed, someone being 'good in bed'

You think it might have been the fifty-seventh time that your name was shouted that did you in. All of the noise turned into a steady hum and barely registered in your ears anymore. 

You weren’t even quite sure why you were here. One minute you were playing in a garage band with your college friends in shitty pubs near campus, the next thing you know, you were on the red carpet at the fucking Vanity Fair Oscar’s After Party.

Though you biasedly agreed that your band was indeed quite good, you weren’t so sure that it earned you, Marlene, Sirius, James, and Remus VIP invitations to such an event. You were watching the likes of Margot Robbie, Issa Rae, Paris Hilton and other A-List celebs walk past you and Jesus Fucking Christ was that a Kardashian?

“Y/N! Over here!” Another voice infiltrated your senses, and you were reminded of the many flashing lights pointing at you.

You weren’t invited to the Oscar’s and you weren’t even an actor; surely this event didn’t require your attendance?

But you couldn’t deny that James, and particularly Marlene and Sirius were thriving in their roles as rockstars. Admittedly, it was Sirius that made this all worth it for you.

You and Remus were more understated than the rest of the group – both here for the love of music and for the love of your friends and very little else. James, being a child of two celebrities, was very accustomed to events such as these, and Marlene and Sirius were both the absolute definition of rockstars; intense, bold, fun and vivacious. You knew exactly why the crowds loved them.

You couldn’t blame them either; it was what drew you and Remus to Sirius as well.

He had the ability to make every person in the room feel like they had 100% of his attention and devotion; he was here for you. No doubt when it was his turn on this carpet, each photographer and journalist currently standing in front of you had felt very the same way.

Your relationship with your two bandmates wasn’t public knowledge, though it was absolutely public speculation that something was up with you three.

You’d like to blame it on Sirius; he was always the least likely to control his urges to ogle you or Remus or indulge in lingering touches whether everyone was watching or not. But you also knew it was in part Marlene and James’ fault – both of whom were very public with their relationships to the band manager Dorcas Meadows and a well-known photographer Lily Evans, respectively.

And finally, it was a little bit your own faults, refusing to speak on your relationship status when your fellow bandmates were far more open.

But you liked having these boys to yourself without having to share them with the public; there was the version of them that the public got and then there was the version of them that you got, and you didn’t want the line between those versions to blur.

The unfortunate consequence of that decision was having to do some of this on your own.

This, being shouted at to ‘look this way!’, ‘over here!’ or ‘turn around for us’, the last one making you very uncomfortable because you were quite sure none of the boys were asked to turn around for the camera’s.

The band had taken their group photos and horrifyingly, you were all asked to pose separately as well.

If you’d wanted to be photographed alone, perhaps you would have gone into this industry alone and not with the support of a group.

Stop complaining, you chided yourself, do you know how many people dream of a moment like this?

You were finally thanked for your time and effectively dismissed as – fucking hell – Ariana Grande stepped onto the carpet to take your place.

Your personal assistant - because you had things like personal assistant’s now – met you behind the curtains of the carpet to hand you a bottle of water.

“Okay, now they just want a quick shot of you all at the Glambot and then you’re free to enter the event.” She explained hastily as she took the water bottle back and put it in her purse.

“Great.” You muttered, trying to give yourself a little pep talk as you began to make your way to the line for the Glambot. Your dress felt too tight, your heels too high, and the various stage lighting too hot, but you found that your heart rate began to drop dramatically when you saw the likes of your two boyfriends and James and Marlene already in line.

Sirius and James cheered as they saw you approaching, causing the few people who weren’t already looking in their direction to turn.

You were sure your cheeks had the majority of your blood flow by now, and silently hoped that your makeup didn’t completely melt off from the heat radiating there.

“There you are gorgeous!” Sirius called over as Marlene wolf whistled at you.

“You guys are horrid, you know that?” You muttered as you stepped into line with them and James threw a protective arm over your shoulder.

Sirius laughed like a good sport, though you noticed that his eyes were far more sincere than his somewhat performative smile.

“I think we all ought to stick together, huh dollface? I’ve grown entirely too codependent on you lot to last more than five minutes out of your vicinity.” He commented, throwing a wink over at Remus who offered him a fond eyeroll in return.

But both of you heard it for what he was really trying to say in front of all the reporters; “I missed you, thank you both for doing this, I’m so happy to be here with you.”

“Yeah! What’s the fun of starting a band with your best friends when you have to do half of the fun stuff without them?!” Marlene agreed, gently nudging you with her elbow.

“My sentiments exactly.” You agreed.

By the time the group of you made it to the front of the Glambot line, Sirius and Marlene quickly stepped up to be the one’s talking to Cole Walliser and deciding on the group’s pose.

“Honestly, I know I was raised for this, but it’s like he was born for this.” James commented, leaning in to whisper to you and Remus.

“Never say that to him, his ego is already massive.” Remus responded, and though Sirius was in the middle of a sentence with Cole, his eyes darted over and he considered the three of you skeptically. He’d always said he had a sixth sense when it came to you and Remus, and it appeared he was right in that regard.

“I’m so sorry Cole, I think they’re talking smack. Oi! Are you guys taking the piss back there?” He said, throwing the three of you a cheeky smirk.

Marlene scoffed, adding “of course they are, Sirius.”

James quickly shook his head. “Nope! We were just talking about how good you look tonight, Pads, and how we can’t wait to take you back to the hotel and ravish you.”

Cole let out a hearty laugh and more camera’s flashed as the group of you chuckled.

“This is not helping with the rumours.” Remus muttered with a head shake, though his smile belittled any chagrin he may have been going for.

“Who said it was a rumour?” You joked, offering him a flirty wink.

The group of you had realized that playing into the rumours and joking about it was the best way to field questions and speculation. Somehow, it had grown to the point that there were theories that all five of you were in a polyamorous relationship.

“You guys are so funny.” Cole said, collecting himself from his laughter; you didn’t know if he truly meant that or if he was just doing his job as the lovely host, but you appreciated his encouragement, nonetheless.

The Glambot went well, you think. You hoped. You wouldn’t know until it was all over social media tomorrow so opted not to worry about it as the four of you migrated into the event space. 

The event didn’t turn out half bad if you were honest. You got to eat and drink and chit-chat with some of the biggest celebrities of your time, you took an astronomical number of selfies, and danced the night away with your friends and boyfriends.

But if you were being super honest - the best part of the night was getting back to the hotel with Remus and Sirius.

Sirius was catching his breath like he’d run a marathon and you were sure his cheeks hurt from smiling so damn hard all night, but he was still riding his high as he fussed around the hotel room.

Remus looked just as delighted at Sirius’ obvious joy as you did but was nearly dead on his feet, exhaustion weighing down his movements as he all but melted into a wingback chair. 

“Oi! What’re you doing, gorgeous? That’s my job.” Sirius chided as he swatted at your hands which were in the process of attempting (and failing) to undo the zipper of your dress.

You didn’t put up much of a fuss as he undid your dress and gently kissed your shoulders; massaging the skin and muscles along your back that the gown had been digging into. 

You stepped out of the dress and caught the tshirt Remus had tossed to you before throwing it over your form and falling backwards haphazardly onto the bed.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been so tired.” You moaned, relishing in the luxurious sensation of the downy duvet enveloping you in a hug.

You heard both boys chuckle through their nose as you felt someone - Sirius - start fiddling with the buckles of your shoes where your feet hung over the edge of the bed.

Sirius pressed a kiss to your knee as he stood and disposed of your shoes near your suitcase before moving to Remus.

Remus groaned petulantly and went no bones when Sirius tried to help him up. “No.”

“Rem. Get up.” Sirius chuckled.

“Go away.” 

“Moons, you cannot sleep in a chair, and you cannot sleep in a tuxedo.”

“Watch me.”

“Leave him there to die, Siri.” You commiserated from your own place of death.

“Yeah. Leave me here to die, Siri.” Remus repeated sardonically. “Take care of our sweet girl, yeah? Tell her I love her.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that and though Remus kept up the ruse of being ‘asleep’ - you felt your heart swell at the smile that adorned his lips at the sound of your laugh. 

“You wanker.” Sirius chided lovingly through his own laughter as he pecked a kiss to your boyfriend’s head and started helping him strip from his place in the chair. 

You must’ve drifted off momentarily, as by the time you opened your eyes next, Sirius had just convinced Remus to stand long enough to pull a pair of pajama bottoms up his legs as Remus rubbed at his eyes like a giant overtired toddler. 

“How’d you end up falling in love with two eighty-something twenty-something-year-old’s, Sirius?” You asked sleepily from your place on the bed. 

Remus chuckled as he sat back down in his chair by the sliding doors, opening it up to light a joint before bed.

“I have no clue, but I’m so glad they love me back.” Sirius said as he started to change out of his own formal attire.

You could tell that the night was starting to wear on him slightly, but there were still notes of excitement and adrenaline pumping through his veins as he went about his bedtime routine. 

“You’re phenomenal at this; you know that, right?” You commented, causing Sirius to pause what he was doing to look over at you, expression softening into something hopeful.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You agreed readily. “The best, really.” 

He quickly finished up what he was doing and hurried over to the bed, laying down on his stomach and propping himself up on his elbow so he could look down at you.

“Thank you baby.” He said quietly, using one of his hands to rub absentmindedly on your thigh. “I couldn’t do it without you two.”

Remus scoffed as he made his way over to the bed, having locked up the sliding door and matching Sirius’ position from your otherside.

You both loved and hated when they did this; it felt as though they were ganging up on you, exposing all your feelings and flaws. But you also felt undeniably worshiped under their loving gazes. 

“I think you’d do just fine without us there, love.” Remus spoke, gently squeezing Sirius’ hand before resting his hand on top of your sleep shirt over your ribs, gently rubbing his thumb back and forth. 

“Nope. Not a chance.” Sirius denied quickly.

“You were born for the stage, Sirius. For the flashing lights and cameras and talking.” You pressed.

“Only thing I was born to do was love the two of you.” He contended. 

Remus breathed a laugh through his nose as you made a cooing sound. 

“This just in,” Remus started, imitating a newscaster. “Renowned rockstar Sirius Black has gone soft.” 

Sirius scoffed in faux contempt as he reached over to pinch Remus’ side. 

“I am trying to thank you guys.” Sirius chided, his sarcastic smile turning soft as you and Remus relented and turned to face him. “I’m so grateful to have you guys by my side through all of this, I know it’s not really either of your things. And I know you’d both likely be just as happy if we called this all off tomorrow, but…”

He seemed to trail off as he looked over your forms towards the windows. “But….” You pressed, nudging him to continue.

“Don’t go shy on us now, Black.” Remus teased.

Sirius rolled his eyes but a smile broke out across his face. “But I’m so incredibly gone for both of you. I love you, I love this. All of it.”

“I love you too, Sirius.” You offered simply, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to his lips and ignoring the stiffness in your joints.

Remus, never one to pass up on an opportunity to take the piss, rolled his eyes as he let his elbow fall to lay flat on his back beside you.

“Yeah, yeah. I love you too, I guess. You’re just lucky you’re both so good in bed, otherwise I’d have split up the band ages ago.”You started to cackle, overwhelmed with exhaustion, love, and probably some of the alcohol still in your system as Sirius threw himself onto Remus demanding he “take it back or so help him, God.”

[buckyownsmylife]

out of the woods (chris evans x famous!reader smut)

the one where Chris watches an interview of you on the Ellen show

Warnings: mention of small stature in comparison to Chris, smut thoughts, Ellen Degeneres trash talking/thinking, cursing, mention of prescription medicine, talk of age gap (reader is younger than Chris), jacking off, daddy kink

WC: 3k

A/N: this doesn't really have an ending, so if you all like it, I might make a series out of it - the idea is that you are also famous (for acting, singing, writing) and have been friends with Chris but there's always this underlying tension between the two of you. It goes without saying, but I'll say it anyway: no, he's not married in this story nor do I intend to feature Alba in any part of it whatsoever.

Chris’ P.O.V.

I was scrolling through Twitter when I realized some fans were tagging me in a short video of Y/N on Ellen DeGeneres’ show. I knew she had gone there by herself, mostly to promote her new album, but also to give some publicity for our movie, so I was aware that she would probably talk about me at least a bit… Curiosity got the best of me and I clicked the link to check the video for myself.

She looked gorgeous as always, her hair down in that way I loved so much and her skin seemed to be as soft as ever under the mini dress she chose to wear, her legs stretching out and making her look taller than she actually was. I chuckled, remembering just how small she looked by my side.

I remembered one time when I lifted her up, bridal style, and spun her around the pub we had close to the set, after the Patriots had won a game. Despite not understanding the game, she tagged along and celebrated every time I got excited, like the cute person that she was. I got so transfixed by her giggles back then. They were the sweetest sound and the only thing I heard, despite the fact that we were in the middle of a very loud bunch of dudes. 

I found myself imagining again, as I had then, what it would be like to have her under me, trapped by my arms in bed, or better yet, against a wall, only my thighs securing her in place while I made her moan with my touch. How would she sound? Or, better yet, how would she feel?

Christ. 

Shaking my head, I tried to gather my thoughts so as to not let them stray too far in that direction, something I didn’t have much success in doing, despite the fact that I had been practicing that simple habit every single day since I met her. But it was proving to be a nightmare. She was just far too tempting.

Shaking my head once more, I focused on the video in front of me. My heartbeat had sped up as soon as it started, but I tried to tell myself it was because I was scared for her, since I knew how Ellen could get invasive sometimes.

“So, Y/N…” She started, eyeing my co-star. “You have just finished working on a movie with someone we’re very familiar with, isn’t it?”

Y/N giggled, nodding at the blonde woman. “I suppose so. We have just finished the promotion for it, maybe you guys have already seen it?” She asked the crowd, who went nuts at her. It was sweet to see this kind of feedback, I truly believed in our movie and the fact that I got to know her was just an added bonus.

“For those of you who don’t know what we’re talking about, it’s called ‘Be Here Now’ and it’s currently in a theater near you. Y/N stars alongside Chris Evans, who we love so dearly here, and they play brother and sister as they try to reconnect after their parents' passing.”

More applause at that. I couldn’t stop myself from rolling my eyes at her idea of love. Last time I was there, she made me pretty uncomfortable, and I knew I wasn’t the only one who felt that way.

“So, how was the process for you? We know you’re familiar with the filming process, since you star in your own series ‘Evermore’, that sent you to stardom, along with your songs, but you had said before you’d never act outside of it, since your true passion relies on music. What changed your mind?” Ellen sat back as she said that, already comfortable with the fact that something good would come out of this interview, since Y/N had been pretty vocal about what made her decide to do the movie, even with me.

“Chris did, actually. Or, in fact, the fact that he was cast in it.” A chorus of “aws” echoed around the room and there was no way to know if they were real or prompted, but they were quickly interrupted by the host.

“So, you were a fan?” She instigated, as to what Y/N nodded again.

“Of course. Well, my mom more than me, but I was the one who introduced his work to her, so…” She poked her tongue out at the camera, to which my heart (and my cock) jumped in response. “Ever since I got into this, when I first had the idea for Evermore with James, I told him time and time again I would never act outside of this, because I had no intention whatsoever on becoming an actress. I have always been in this for the music. Well, the writing. I’m a writer, I like writing scripts and songs, I’ve fallen into this performer thing by accident. But I’ve always been adamant about the fact that if I ever had the opportunity to act alongside Chris, I’d take it. It doesn’t matter that I don’t think I’m good enough. It didn’t even matter if the script was terrible, which thankfully wasn’t the case, I just really admire him and his work and I would never live with myself if I turned this opportunity down.”

Even though I knew most of this, I couldn’t help but to gloat at the fact that this incredible woman actually admired me. She was so much better than me in so many things, even acting, and she still thought I was great enough to get her to participate in a movie. 

“So, what I’m hearing is, you have a little crush, that’s right?” And there it was. The coup. Of course. That evil wench…

“That’s what you took out of everything I said? Jesus, Ellen, has anyone ever told you that you listen like a man?” Ouch. That one was perfect. Being the ambassador for females and lesbians everywhere, it couldn’t not hurt her, especially coming from someone as angelical, sweet and universally-loved as Y/N. I appreciated the quick second her smile faltered before it became plastered on her again.

“No, I haven’t heard that before… But tell me, have you met any of the other Marvel actors? I mean, granted, there are a lot of them now, but especially those who have worked closely with Chris?” Y/N shrugged at that.

“I have been friends with Elizabeth Olsen for a very long time, we’re very close, but other than that, no. I haven’t had the chance to properly meet, or rather, hang out with any of them.”

“Who’s first on your list?”

“Anthony Mackie,” Y/N promptly responded, getting a few laughs and claps from the audience.

“My, you had that answer ready” Ellen teased, to which Y/N simply shrugged again. 

“We talk through social media sometimes and I know for a fact he’s hilarious. I hope we get to meet sometime. I might just have to bug Chris about it.” She had already, in fact. I couldn’t wait to introduce them to each other and I was already planning my next party just to be able to make that happen.

“What about Sebastian?” Ellen asked, a glinter of something extremely suspicious in her eyes.

“Sebastian Stan? No, we haven’t met, but I’d love to get the chance to someday. He seems extremely sweet and I know he’s very talented and Chris loves him, so I think it’s a matter of time until it happens.”

“I heard somewhere you had a bit of a crush on him, right? Even if you don’t admit that you have one on Chris?” This fucking woman. I could fucking kill her right now. But, to my surprise, Y/N simply laughed.

“Truly, you have got to check your hearing sometime soon, because that is absolutely false.” 

“Really?” Ellen pushed, to which Y/N beamed even brighter at her.

“Positive.” A beat as the two women stared at each other down. “I think what you meant is that I have had a huge crush on his character, Bucky Barnes.” Y/N explained, laughing at the host. “I admit that only happened after I saw Sebastian’s portrayal of him, but my attraction to a fictional character can’t be really connected to him.”

Ellen nodded, obviously not paying attention to anything she was just saying. “Well, let’s figure out who do you actually feel attracted to, shall we? Let’s play fuck, marry or kill!”

The audience screamed and, to my surprise, Y/N didn’t even blink, a patient smile painting her lips as she calmly watched the interviewer. “So, Y/N, between Anthony, Sebastian and Chris, who would you rather fuck, marry or kill?”

Y/N shook her head, still smiling at the older woman. “I couldn’t possibly answer truthfully to this question, Ellen, mostly because I am not capable of feeling carnal attraction to people I have never met, but I can 100% assure you that I would marry Chris without blinking twice if there was a choice.” 

My heart skipped a beat at her words. The crowd went crazy, obviously satisfied with the answer.

“And you’re sure you don’t have a crush on him?” Ellen’s eyes glistened with mischief, as she stared at the younger woman.

“Ellen, I think the question here is… Are you sure *you don’t have a crush on him?” The laughs from the audience was the last thing to come from the video before it stopped, and I found myself echoing them in the silent living room. Oh my, how I missed this girl.

I tapped my fingers nervously on my jean-clad thigh, looking around the room. I had been staying in Boston with my family for the last few weeks, since the movie premiered and we had finished promotion, and I had found myself constantly calling her to share funny stories from my nephews or to hear about her day. I knew she wanted to meet my family, she had always said she admired the fact that we were so close, despite there being so many of us.

My mom obviously loved her, having been a fan of hers long before I even heard about her existence. So what if…? 

Before I could second-guess myself, I pressed call in the name of the woman I had been thinking about. The phone rang three times before she picked up, stopping me from giving up on this crazy idea.

“Hey, Chris! How are you? I missed talking to you, it’s so weird seeing you everyday for four months and then suddenly not at all anymore.” I know I was literally forty, but I literally melted at this girl’s words.

“Did you now? Is that because you wish we were married, so we could see each other everyday?” Her breath hitched as she realized I had seen the video and I could just imagine the cute little embarrassed expression she was probably sporting right now. I tried to ignore the fact that my words and tone of speaking had suddenly become way too similar to when I was flirting with a girl.

“Fuck, you saw the interview.” I had never heard Y/N curse before, so the fact that I suddenly had no control over my mouth could be explained by the unavailability of blood in my head, since it had all gone south.

“Come stay with me for a while,” I spilled suddenly. Silence was the only answer I got from the other side of the call and my heart sped up in a way that only happened when I was truly anxious. I was already cursing myself out for scaring the poor girl when she finally answered.

“Are you serious?” She asked, her voice barely over a whisper. It was obvious how vulnerable she was feeling, and a sense of overprotectiveness overcame me. “Please don’t joke about this, Evans. This better not be a prank. ‘Cause I really do miss you a lot.”

Fuck indeed. There was no way something good would come out of this idea, but there was no way I would go back either.

“Of course I’m being serious. Come to Boston. You can stay with me, but I think my mom is going to steal you before you even settle in.” A large breath came from the other side.

“Okay. Okay! I’m going to pack my bags. Yay! I’m so excited!” She was clearly jumping up and down with the perspective of what was to come, and I couldn’t help the smile that painted my lips not only at her cuteness, but also due to my own excitement at her arrival. 

“Great! I’ll be waiting.” My heartbeat still hadn’t gotten back to a normal speed. “Text me the details of your arrival, I’ll pick you up at the airport.”

“Chris, I don’t think that’s such a good idea…” I knew what she meant. If someone caught sight of us together at the airport, or even the fact that she was here in Boston, all hell would break loose in the press.

“Shhh, don’t worry about it, baby girl. I’ll take care of it.” I froze, only then realizing what I had just called her. A few seconds ticked by while I silently freaked out, wondering how I could brush this over, when she intervened.

“Thanks, Chris. That was pretty much the best thing I’ve ever heard. I just might forgo my prescription medicine while I’m over there, because you’ve been able to completely relax me with just two sentences.” She giggled and if I was at first leaning towards thinking she was sarcastically teasing me, just by the nature of her words, the tone of her voice made it clear that she actually meant what she had just said.

Once again, I was at a loss for words, especially because I couldn’t help but to allow myself to imagine that this was her, flirting with me a little bit. The blood I so desperately needed in my brain had once again left to pump another organ full of life. I was saved from having to answer, though, as Y/N quickly wrapped up the conversation.

“I’ll text you the details of my flight in a little bit. See you soon, angel.” She hung up before I could process the nickname she had given me. 

“Fucking hell,” I whispered, finally relenting and getting up from the couch to take a shower to rub one off.

I had found myself in this situation more times than usual after meeting Y/N. Normally, I’d only do it out of boredom, preferring to fuck someone whenever I’d get sexually frustrated. But the last few times I had taken girls from parties into my bedroom, I could only see her. Y/N. And I hated how disgusting I felt after it was done, the fact that I didn’t care about the girl I just fucked and the fact that I imagined my younger friend.

So now I resorted to this kind of activity. As the warm water started to hit my body, I allowed my right hand to travel the extent of my body until I found my hardened member. “Fuck,” I found myself whispering into the bathroom as I tugged on my cock. Images that I had spent a lot of time concocting in my head flashed in front of me, all of them starred by Y/N. 

I imagined her nude body here with me, under the falling water. How her breasts would heave with every breath she took. Would she be as filled with desire for me as I was for her? I imagined the path the warm droplets of water would run across her skin and how I wished I could lick its remnants. 

Maybe she’d fall to her knees before me, looking up from under her eyelashes with that coy expression that drove me crazy. Her lips would softly kiss the tip of my cock and she’d still be watching me, analyzing my reactions. I would do my best to restrain myself, allowing her to get accustomed to my member, but my hands would eventually find their way to her wet strands, creating a makeshift ponytail that would facilitate my vision of her work while I still managed to control myself and not use it to guide her.

She’d kiss the skin all around my cock, quick little kisses just to tease me before going further down to suck on my balls. I’d throw my head back, begging her to do what I needed, and she’d finally succumb, wrapping her lips around my tip before slowly sucking further down my dick. She’d be relentless, eventually being able to swallow my whole member down her throat, and I would look down again to see her looking up at me with a proud gaze in her eyes.

“Such a good girl,” I would whisper, just before I finally snapped, using my grip on her hair to pull her from my cock until just the tip remained tightly squeezed by her lips, until I pushed her all the way against me again. “Take this fucking cock like the little perfect girl you are for daddy.”

And she’d take it like a pro, a satisfied smile on her lips as I fucked her mouth, eventually breaching into her throat, making her gasp for air, tears in her eyes as her hands flew to my hips in an attempt to slow me down. But she wouldn’t really, opting for simply carving her nails on my flesh as she took every single rope of cum I’d deposit between her eager lips.

Fuck. I let the water wash away the sin I had just committed while sending up a prayer for better control when Y/N arrived. The last thing I needed was to be stuck in the bathroom, touching myself while she was at my house.

[capsicle-evans]

The Make Believe Ms Evans

Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: A PR marriage between Y/N and Chris Evans has skyrocketed their careers but their sex lives has never been this low. Up until now.

Warnings: unprotected sex, swearing

Series Master Post

Part 1, Part 2

“Jesus fucking Christ, can you hurry the fuck up?” I slam on the bathroom door. We should’ve been out the door like 5 minutes ago. “What is taking you so long?”

Chris yanks the door open, an exasperated look on his face. “Can you stop screaming like a fucking banshee?”

“We are going to be late, you idiot” I glare at him as he starts placing the buttons of his shirt in place.

Chris is in the promotional tour of his new movie so Polly secured an interview with Jimmy Kimmel because that’s always a success. “Shut up and just help me with the tie, Y/N” Chris rolls his eyes and steps back so that I can move between him and the bathroom counter.

“Fucking man child” I groan as I bring my hands up to his neck, placing the tie neatly around his neck. “One would think you would know by now how to do this”

“Stop complaining” Chris grins as he stretches his hands to grab my thigh. He pushes his hand under my dress, slowly making his way up my skin.

“What are you doing?” I look down, my hands forgetting about his tie and moving to his hand.

“Shut up” Chris stops my hands, pinning them behind my back with ease with just one of his hands. The other removes the half done tie around his neck. “Don’t fight me, Y/N”

Before I can ask again what he is doing, he ties both of my hands and brings up my skirt. “Stop, Polly and Claire could be here any minute now”

“Y/N, please for once in your life” Chris pulls down my panties before stepping back enough to release his member from his pants. “Shut up”

I want to fight him. God knows how much I want to fight back. But I want to fuck him more.

“Open up” Chris orders me as his thumb tugs at my bottom lip. When I do so, he pushes his index finger into my mouth, hard against my tongue. I wrap my lips around his finger, bobbing my head back and forth. “Such a good girl”

I feel my pussy clench at the praise so I push my hips forward, the tip of his dick gliding against my stomach.

“So eager” Chris groans before removing his finger from my mouth. He grabs my hip with the other hand to pull me closer as the his finger dips down into my throbbing pussy. “God, so wet” Chris moans against my ear as he lets his head rest in my shoulder.

I bite into his neck as he pumps hard and fast into me, me legs shaking under me. “Are you ready for me?”

“Mhm” I whine. Chris pulls his finger out and lines himself into my entrance, the head of his cock getting coaxed with my juices. Before I can complain, he pushes himself into me in one swift motion. My head falls back at the sudden feeling of fullness and the sting that rips my walls.

Chris grabs my ass to use as leverage to pump faster into me. I twist around, trying to touch him but the tie behind my back restricting my every move. “Release me”

“Be a good girl and stay still, Y/N” Chris shakes his head and brings one of my legs up around his waist to have a better access into me.

I start to whimper against his hear as hi dips one finger in between our bodies to massage my clitoris. I’m about to moan when we here the door of our room slam shut. “Y/N? Chris? We are running late” Polly calls out from the outside of the bathroom so Chris quickly places his hand over my mouth to stop any illicit sound. I wait for him to stop but his movements are still persistent and hard, in fact he only gains speed.

“In a sec” Chris shouts back and goes back to rubbing my clit. I feel the pressure in me almost reaching its peak so I bite into his hand to stop myself from screaming. “Just finishing up”

“Do you know where’s Y/N?” Polly asks back.

“Probably at the bar or something” Chris grabs both of my legs so that I’m wrapped around him and the new angle sends me over the edge. My eyes roll back and I start shaking against Chris as the waves of pleasure take over my every senses. “You should go check”

I don’t catch the rest of the conversation, my mind still spinning from my orgasm and Chris’ dick still inside of me as he looks for his release.

“I’m so close” Chris hides his face in my neck to muffle his moans. It only takes a few more pumps into me and then I feel the warmth of Chris’s cum coaxing my walls. Thank god I’m on the pill because the sensation of being filled up is so hot it almost pushes me to my edge again.

“Give me a sec” Chris pulls out and I feel his cum dripping down my legs. He pulls a towel from the rack and cleans me up before doing the same with himself. “All done”

“Care to release me?” I race my eyebrow at him. Chris chuckles, totally forgetting that he had me tied back.

“There you go” He removes his tie only to place it smoothly back in his neck. He zips his pants back and reapplies his cologne before turning back at me. I’m still collecting myself from my orgasm so I just lay back on the counter. “Hurry up, are are going to me late”

He ducks just in time to miss the hair brush that was headed straight for his head.

***

“So Chris” Jimmy taps his fingers a long the wooden table in front of him. “You brought your lovely wife with you this time”

“Yeah” Chris smiles, turning his face towards the audience. “She is my support system and I wanted to have her with me here”

“We haven’t seen much of you two since you guys got married” Jimmy gives him a raised eyebrow and and I can feel Polly tense next to me as we watch from a VIP section of the audience.

“I mean you said it yourself, Jimmy” Chris brings up his hand to his jaw, a wicked smirk on his face. “We just got married, we don’t leave the house much”

My cheeks burn hot as the camera pans to me, the room erupting with teasing screams. I shake my head, laughing as Jimmy calls out my blush. “You are gonna get in trouble for that one, Mister”

“I hope so” Chris nods his head at Jimmy, hyping the crowd even more. He laughs before waving his hands up. “I need to stop pushing my luck here”

“Yeah, that’s a wise decision” Jimmy chuckles before turning towards you. “Y/N, please go easy on him”

“I’ll try, Jimmy, I’ll try” I give him a cheeky smile. “I make no promises tho”

***

“It’s nice to see you get along” Claire breaks the silence as we drive through the city of New York. The car zooms through the busy streets and the crowded sidewalks, the city lights brightening the sky. “Chris, you did good today”

“Yeah it’s nice to see you not at each other’s throat” Polly adds as she types away on her phone.

Chris leans in to whisper in my ear. “I mean I did have you by the throat yesterday” His voice sends shivers down my spine as it bring back memories of the eventful morning we had before we went to the airport.

“What’s that?” Polly looks up, thinking Chris was talking to her.

“Nothing” He leans back away from me. “Just talking to myself”

“Are you sure you don’t want to join us for dinner?” Claire turns to me as the driver pulls up outside our hotel.

“Yeah, I’m just gonna get room service and head to bed” I give her a reassuring smile as Chris opens up the car door, the flashes going off immediately. “But you two enjoy your night out”

Chris steps out, stretching his arm to help me out of the car. His arm goes around me to guide into the hotel, making sure that the paps aren’t to close to us.

“is it true you are getting a divorce?” one paparazzi asks me as he steps right in front of me. If it weren’t for Chris’s arm around me, I would’ve tripped as I bumped against the unknown man.

“Hey, stay the hell away from her” Chris pulls me tight against his chest as I try to squeeze around the crowd of people. Our bodyguards start pushing people away, making way for us to run into the hotel lobby.

“You okay?” Chris pants as we are finally inside.

“Yeah, just scratched myself a little against his camera, that’s all” I check my arm as 2 lines start forming over my skin, just a bid of blood making its way to the surface. “Ill be fine”

“Let’s just get to our room” Chris nods, grabbing my hand as he notices that everyone in the lobby is looking at us. “Honey”

I try to swallow down the laugh that wants to erupt from my chest. “God you are si stiff” I whisper only for him to hear.

“Oh shut up” He grins, not looking down at me as we head for the elevator.

Once inside, just the two of us, Chris release my hand and puts his into his pockets. “So what do you want for dinner?”

“I don’t know” I twist my mouth. “Not that hungry really”

“How about some wine and cheese platter?” Chris asks. “I saw one on the menu last night”

“Yeah, i think that would be nice” I nod as the elevator dings, signaling we’ve reached our floor.

We walk in silence towards our shared suite, only the clacking of our shoes breaking through the silence that rules over the hallway. One we’ve reached our door, Chris places his card on the reader and holds the door open for me. “Why don’t you go change and I’ll order the food”

“Thank you” I give his chest a soft pat before walking to the bathroom.

Since we cannot get away with having different rooms book for us, I usually sleep on the bed and Chris takes the fold up bed or just crashes on the couch.

I strip out of my jumpsuit, hills tossed somewhere in my room. “White or red?” Chris pops his head through the door as he pushes the phone away from his lips.

“Red” I turn to him as unhook my bra and let it fall to the floor.

“Jesus christ” Chris rubs his hand through his arm as his eyes fall down to my naked chest. “Please just knock and leave the food outside. We might be busy”

“Christopher” I blush as the poor lady at the end of the phone gets mortified by Chris. “Don’t say that”

“Why?” He grins as he tosses the phone somewhere in my bed before stepping in the bathroom. “Did I lie?”

“I mean no but-“ My mind betrays me as I follow the movement of his hands.l, unbuttoning his shirt.

“Maybe we don’t need food tonight” Once done with his shirt, his hands move to my hips, pulling me to him. “We can just eat each other”

“Chris I-“ I try to fight him but his lips come down to my neck, his tongue darting out to taste the saltiness of my skin.

“What do you think?” Chris whisper hot against my ear. “Don’t you want me to fuck you against the counter? Just like this morning?”

I try to answer but when his fingers pinch at my nipple, any thought I had, just went out the window.

***

“Favorite place to be?” I ask Chris as I press a green grape against my bottom lip.

“Mhm” He brings his glass down from his lip. “I love Boston, my whole family is there”

“Besides Boston” I roll my eyes. Everyone knows Chris loves Boston. When we got married, his only request was that Boston remain as our principal house, my house in LA just to be used for when we had to be there for the job.

Chris scratches at his beard, thinking deeply. “Venice, I think”

“Really?” I beam. “I want to go there sometime. Amsterdam, too”

“You’ve never been there?” Chris asks, slowly moving his glass in circles.

“Nope” I shake my head. “I didn’t have the money before and now I don’t have the time”

“Yeah, I get that” He nods his head before bringing his glass back up to his lips. We stay in the comfort of our silence.

I feel weird when it’s just Chris and I. Well, when we are not fucking. We are used to just fighting each other, and now, having sex. Small talk isn’t really our strongest side.

I’m about to excuse myself when Chris breaks the silence. “Why did you agree?”

“On what?” I look back at him but his eyes are fixated on the bottle in front of him.

“To marry me” His eyes snap back at me. “To do the whole fake thing”

“I-I” I stutter a bit, his question catching me off guard. “I mean Claire sold me on the whole ‘it’s whats best for your career’ thing, so I agreed, I guess”

“Do you ever regret it?” He follows up his question, never taking his eyes away from me.

Where the hell is this coming from? We’ve never discussed this topic so openly. “Do you?” I sit up straighter, not longer feeling comfortable in my sprawled position.

“No” He answers immediately. “To be honest I didn’t care much about it”

“Then why are you asking me all of this?” I move to place the glass of wine over the coffee table.

“I’m in my 40s, if anything, marrying you got people off my back” He finally shifts his focus to the bottle of wine, probably feeling a bit uncomfortable with the way my eyes are scanning his every move. “Every time I had an interview, all they wanted to talk about was if I was planning on settling down, having kids and what not”

“But now they ask about me” I frown, not really seeing the difference.

“But because they want in in the gossip, no longer out of expectations” He sighs, chugging the rest of his wine. “But you are young, you… You could have anything you wanted, whoever you wanted. Why settle for this?”

“I’m not settling, Chris” I turn my body to face him, his side profile greeting me. “Shit, we might not be a happy lovely marriage but we respect each other, I, at least, admire your work. And yeah we used to fight a lot but I’ve always known that if I need a favor, I can count on you. That’s a lot more than what other people have”

“Yeah, I guess” Chris finally looks back into my eyes, a softer gaze taking over his eyes. “But don’t you ever want to go to go out with guys your age or something?”

“Chris, I’ve dated people before” I chuckled. “And trust me, you’ve given me more orgasms in the last 48 hours than they ever did”

Chris tries to hold back the grin on his face but fails miserably when I give him a little shove. “Don’t let it get to your ego, grandpa”

“I make no promises” Chris smirks, grabbing a hold of my thigh.

“Oh no, mister” I push his hand away, standing up and away from him. “You are going to leave me all sore! Give me a break”

“Fine” He rolls his eyes at me before also standing up. “In that case, leave. You are taking up my bed”

“Good night, grandpa” I pat his chest before turning around. “Make sure you get a good sleep, we don’t want you all grumpy in the morning”

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Part 2 is up🩷

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[toastedkiwi]

Elevator Conversations

Summary: you and Chris ditch the New Years Eve party in favor of getting Philly cheesesteaks.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Model!Reader

You caught your husband’s gaze as he’s supposed to be listening to the guys talk. You pointed at yourself and then at him. You motioned your fingers walking towards the door and then pointed at the door. You made the motions again. Your husband gave a small nod.

You quickly yet quietly headed for the coat room. You went over and started digging for your jacket and Chris’s. It was easy as his way the only coat with another in it. You grabbed them and tucked them over your forearm. You headed to the front door. You opened it just enough to squeeze through. You closed the door and headed down the hallway to the elevator.

Chris finally managed to get free after saying he needed to use the bathroom which isn’t that close to the front door. He had your crystallized clutch with him.

“Jesus fucking Christ, that took forever,” Chris said as you pressed the button down.

“Yeah, ‘cause you suck at sneaking out,” you said turning to him.

“Well, everybody wants to know how Cap is doing,” he said trading the coats for your clutch.

“Aww, boohoo,” you teased. “You’re a famous actor that everyone loves.”

He mockingly laughed with you as he leaned in. He gently kissed your lips. He pulled away as the elevator doors opened. You both shuffled in.

“Where we headed baby?” Chris asked pulling your coat out of his.

“I’m thinking Philly,” you said pressing the button to the lobby.

“Why do I bother asking?” he asked putting his coat over his shoulder.

“It’s where we always go when we’re in New York,” you said.

The elevator doors closed and you both started descending down.

“Maybe we should get a place in Philly,” Chris said holding out your coat for you.

“But we’ve already got three places,” you said turning your back to him.

“Boston, Hidden Hills, and Manhattan. What’s one more in Philly?” your husband said helping you into your coat.

“Fucking taxes. Mortgages,” you said. “Upkeep.”

“Honey? Aren’t we pretty well off? You’re a high paid model and I’m high paid actor,” he said. “We’re rich.”

You spun around and asked, “what about kids? We want those right?”

“Yes, we do— you’re not pregnant, right?” he asked.

“I’m still on birth control,” you said grabbing his coat off of his shoulder.

“What if you got off of it?” he asked.

“Why?” you asked holding out his jacket for him to get into.

“What if we started trying?” he suggested.

“That’s fine with me but can we start trying in two months?” you asked as he put his right arm into the sleeve.

“Why two months? Why not now?” Chris asked.

“Cause I want a lil baby for Christmas. Fresh outta the womb,” you said.

Chris laughed getting his other arm into its designated sleeve. You pulled up the coat over his shoulders. He spun back around and you fixed the collar. His hands found your waist.

“You want a baby for Christmas?” he asked.

You nodded and said, “don’t you?”

“Yeah,” he said. “We wouldn’t have to go out to parties.”

“Yes! We can just head off to Philly,” you said. “Have the baby strapped to your chest while we eat fucking cheesesteaks.”

“That’s why we need a place in Philly!” Chris exclaimed.

You cupped his face and kissed his lips.

“We’ll think about it,” you said. “But—.”

“We should focus on the baby making and throw out your birth control,” he said.

“Excuse me? We at least have to wait two months so I— so we can have a fresh outta the womb baby in time for Christmas,” you said.

“You cannot have a baby on Christmas. It has to come at least a week before,” Chris said.

“Yes, our child will come a week before Christmas because they need their birthday to be special and their own day,” you said.

“I’m glad we have this understanding,” he said.

“Obviously. We have morals and common sense to plan this out,” you said.

“You know, you’d be stopping modeling. You’d miss the fashion weeks,” Chris said.

“But we would have a baby,” you said. “And it would be two at most. I’m also young so I should have a decent time bouncing back.”

“Was that a dig that I’m old and cannot bounce back?” he asked.

“Yes, it was,” you nodded.

“Wow,” he said.

[sillyrabbit81]

Scars

Prompt: Intense & Angry, Bath or Shower Sex from @livesinfantasyland (x) Thank you!

Pairing: Evan Marshall x Female Reader

Word Count: Approx. 2.1k

Warnings: Smut with Angst, arguing, p in v sex, m dom vibes

Authors Note: As always I need to thank my amazing mates and readers @nashibirne  and @amberangel112, your thoughtful and honest comments are always appreciated.

This is my first time ever writing Evan. It was a tough one for me to attempt with Evan because it isn't the prompt I would have picked, but I enjoyed writing a new character and had fun with it. Once again, this is longer than I initially planned and I hope you enjoy it.

Edited by me, there will be errors.

Dividers by me.

Masterlist

Celebration Masterlist

“We need to talk.”

You don’t need to look up from undoing your boots to know who has barged into the women’s locker room and spoken. You’d know Evan’s voice anywhere, you’ve worked with him on and off for a few years now.

“I think you said enough on the ride back here,” you say, trying to stay calm.

“Not nearly enough,” he says, “You still don’t think you did anything wrong.”

You stand up, still not looking at him and start undoing your overshirt. “Would you have given the same instruction to Larry?”

“What’s that got to do with it?”

“Would you have given the same instruction to a man?”

“Oh Jesus Christ, here we go,” Evan says, looking to the ceiling and clenching his fist.

“Or did you only try and stop me from doing my job because you used to fuck me and now you feel guilty?”

“It’s got nothing to do with that!” Evan shouts, punching out at the row of lockers across you.

You take a step back from him, your eyes wide. Evan has always had a slight temper, but for him to physically lash out like that isn’t something you would expect. He notices your reaction and his face softens. You consider letting it go, you’ve made your point and don’t need his apology. It isn’t as if it was ever serious between you two, it had only ever been a casual thing. However, this conversation has been a long time coming and you need to have it out.

“It has everything to do with it,” you tell him, “You changed. Since you disappeared for weeks last Halloween, you’ve changed. I know things wouldn’t be the same after we stopped hooking up, but I didn’t expect you to be so fucking cold.”

“How am—”

Evan cuts himself off with a strangled curse as your hand rests against his chest.

“Don’t touch me there,” he says without seeming to breathe and his face twists with fury.

You withdraw your hand and the two of you stare each other down. Evan opens his mouth to say something but then clenches his jaw closed so hard his teeth clash against each other audibly.

“Fuck it,” he mutters and abruptly turns and walks away.

“Come back! This isn’t done,” you call to him.

“Fuck you,” he says and leaves the room, slamming the door behind him.

You stare after him, trying to smother the rage that boils deep in your guts. You don’t know how long you stand there with your eyes closed and fists clenched, breathing deeply through your nose until your fury simmers.

But it doesn’t. 

If anything, the longer you stand there the angrier you feel. Your mind starts to work over every interaction you’ve had with him since he came back. Every rejected advance, every cold comment and every frosty glance plays over and over like a best of compilation in your mind switching from one to another until you can’t take it anymore. Without being aware of what you’re doing until you're pushing the men’s locker room door open, you follow him, and stomp your way to the showers.

The sight that greets you makes you gasp. Evan stands under the shower naked, gloriously so. His chiselled face is so handsome that you sometimes forget he has the body to match; tall, athletically toned with the bare minimum of fat overlaying his sinewy muscles. He’s thinner than the last time you saw him, and that isn’t the only thing that has changed.

Beneath the rivulets of steaming water that run down his chest and amongst the hair that grows across his pecs is a scar. It is new, it hadn’t been there before. You’ve seen enough stabbing and knife attack victims to know the scar isn’t from a fight. It looks purposeful, like it was done by design; the lines too straight and too much like a symbol to have been done by accident.

You raise your eyes to Evan's and the unasked question is written all over your face.

“I can’t tell you,” he says, simply, “don’t ask me to.”

You step over the tile lip and into the shower space. Warm water seeps into your socks, but you barely notice. All you can see is the frigid intensity of his once warm eyes. 

“Just tell me you’re okay,” you say, advancing slowly, drawn so powerfully towards him you can’t stop yourself until you’re under the spray with him, completely indifferent the way your undershirt quickly dampens and sticks to your body.

Evan’s brows draw together and he blinks rapidly but doesn’t answer.

“What can I do?” you ask in a whisper.

He flinches like your words are a slap. Then his face hardens and a grim determination settles in his beautiful but bleak blue eyes.

“You don’t want any part of this,” he says. “Or any part of me.”

“Is that why you’re acting like this?” you ask. Gingerly, you lift your hand to his chest and trace the edge of his scar, careful not to touch it. “You think I wouldn’t want you?”

Without warning his hands are on your cheeks and his mouth is over yours, the edges of your lips are grazed by his short whiskers and you feel a tingle work its way across your skin. You recover quickly from the shock, encircling his neck with your arms and running your fingers over the wet and velvety hair on his head. You move in closer, pressing your sodden clothed body against him.

It isn’t enough. You want to feel him, you want to feel his humid skin all over you. He must have thought the same thing because he breaks the kiss with a groan. His hands work on your belt and you pull your undershirt off over your head, letting it drop to the tiles with a splash you barely register.

His lip curls as he drops his head to roughly capture your breast in his hand and close his mouth around your nipple. You shiver as he sucks on you through the cotton of your bra, the heat of his mouth is so much hotter than even the water that sears at your skin.

You let your head fall back and you close your eyes as you relish the feeling of his mouth on you. Your knees start to feel weak as his hand works its way determinedly into your panties, his fingers working to separate the thick sodden work clothes away from your skin. You grab hold of his shoulders to steady yourself and feel pure muscle rippling under his sweltering, smooth skin. You run your hand down his back, following the path of his spine, until your fingers encounter hardened and raised skin.

Another new scar.

Quickly you snatch back your hand and your eyes snap to Evan. He looks up at you with stormy, fierce eyes and grazes your bud with his teeth before he releases you. A tremor of fear runs down your spine.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, in a quivering voice.

He nods, takes hold of your waist and guides you to turn around until you're facing the tiled wall. He presses his body against you from behind and you can feel his hard cock against the small of your back. His arm wraps around your waist holding you in place while his other hand slides your sticking pants down your thighs.

“I know.” Evan’s lips brush against the shell of your ear as he speaks in a low voice that leaves no room for argument. “Put your hands on the wall.”

A heady rush of heat hits you between your legs and nearly drops you to your knees. 

Evan notices and tightens his arm around your waist. “I’ve got you, baby. Hands on the wall. Now.”

“Yes…” you whimper, reaching your shaking hands out to the large square white tiles. Your skin is so electrified and sensitive that even the rough texture of the grout under the pads of your fingers threatens to overwhelm you. 

His velvety hot tongue runs a thick strip up your neck as he latches onto you and sucks on the thin skin beneath your ear. Your whole body thrums deep within you, you feel close to orgasm and he hasn’t even really touched you yet.

This was a far cry from the way he had always been with you before. It wasn’t that sex wasn’t good with Evan in the past, it absolutely was, he had always been generous. But he was never what you’d call dominant at all and he was straight up vanilla, almost reserved. You don’t think he’d ever even taken you from behind.

His teeth sink into your earlobe as he tilts your hips and slips a foot between yours to inch your feet apart.

“Stay just like that for me,” he instructs, huskily and you moan, hoping he takes the warbling sound of your voice as agreement.

Soft, hot skin presses against your pussy, forcing your lips to part. You gasp in shock, but it quickly morphs into a gasp of pure pleasure as the thick tip of Evan’s cock rubs against your slick and swollen hidden skin.

“Are you still on the pill?” he asks.

You nod, turning your head towards his.

“Good. I’m going to cum inside you,” he says.

He enters you in one swift and hard thrust. You both cry out and he breathes hard into your ear as he holds himself deep inside you and gives you a moment to get used to his size.

“Evan,” you whine faintly, leaning your head against his shoulder.

He kisses your temple gently. The tenderness makes your eyes widen, but it's a short reprieve.

“Hang on,” he says.

He moves, slowly dragging himself from your core. Then his fingers dig hard into your hips and he pumps hard into you, using your hips for leverage. With each powerful drive, Evan pulls your hips back to meet him and you can’t stop yourself from crying out as he fills you. Your bodies slap hard against each other, the sound mixing with your cries and his grunts of effort. Together the cacophony echoes lewdly through the steam of the shower and bounces off the tiles.

Your head drops and you lean it on your outstretched and locked arms as you brace yourself against his brutal but oh so fucking good onslaught. Then he leans forward until his chest covers your back. One of his hands snakes its way from your hips to between your legs and his fingers slide over your sensitive and throbbing clit.

“Need you to come with me,” he rumbles through his groans.

It’s the kind of thing you’d usually roll your eyes at, but Evan knows your body; he knows just how to touch you to get you over the edge. His mouth latches on your neck, licking, sucking, and grazing his teeth over your vein, while his fingers dance over your clit and he never lets up the primal, fervid pace of his fucking.

“Come with me,” he demands with a guttural growl into your ear.

Your body trembles as your orgasm threatens with such force that your legs give out, and your hands slip from the wall.

“I’ve got you,” Evan assures you as he brings you both to the floor. He pauses just long enough to get you comfortable, slipping your shirt under your knees. “You’re so close, baby. I’ve got you.”

And you are, the brief interruption no match for how aroused and good Evan is making you feel. You reach your peak with a cry and an undulation of your hips that he knows so well. He follows swiftly after, drawing your body so close you can barely breathe and you can feel deep inside you the swelling of his cock with each pulsing release.

As you come down from your high, you concentrate on the sound of the water rather than the ragged breaths of Evan against your ear. Your instincts say you should move, you should run, pretend this never happened, or maybe yell at him some more. 

Then his hands are on your cheeks, turning your face to his and wiping away the water that runs into your eyes.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice full of sincerity and concern.

His tone makes you really look at him. For the first time in months there is something in his voice of the Evan of old. You turn your body towards him and reach for him, not even aware that your hand is resting on the centre of his chest, right over the scarred symbol.

Evan's eyes drop to his chest. You wonder if you should move it, but as he raises his eyes, his hand covers yours and holds it close to his heart right above his new scar.

[cevansbaby-dove]

One shot.

Chris comes back from a month long of working on a movie set and he gives you gifts...and an extra cute one.

Paring: Chris Evans X Girlfriend Reader

Warnings: None!

Thanks my best friend @nicoline1998enilocin for asking for this idea!

A month..it's been a whole month since Chris went to Rome for work..and you miss him so badly.

Facetimes and calls and even texts can't replace being his arms but then chris texted you.

Prince Chris: Just landed Princess 💓

Princess Y/N: Can't wait to see you my bf! I miss u so much!

Prince Chris: I miss you too my princess.

An hour later Chris walks into your shared home. "princess you here?" You walk downstairs and run into his arms holding him close as you can. "Aww Princess"

He wraps his arms around you lifting you slightly off the ground.

Dodger barks and jumps up on you two. "Whoa buddy" Chris kneels by his dog and dodger jumps around and barks.

Chris stands up and looks at you. "Aw Princess are you crying?" You wipe away your happy tears. "No..."

he smiles and holds the thing of flowers to you. 'Then these are for you" You take them and say. 'Aw Chris my favorite flowers"

Chris smiles. "I have a few more gifts but i want to save them for later."

You look up at him and wrap your arms around his waist. "Good cus i just want to be with you that is the best gift for me"

Chris kisses you and says. "You'll love the last gift for sure" You giggle. "such a fucking tease prince Evans' "only to my princess"

over the next few days you and chris stay home he works on meetings but always makes time for you.

You and him are on the couch when chris pulls out a box. 'This is your other gift"

You take the box and open it. you see a heart necklace.

"Chris this looks amazing..you didn't have to" You look at him and he says. "I can't spoil my princess?"

You smile and he puts it on. "yes you can but it must have be not cheap chris" You look at him and he kisses your cheek. "your worth it"

You smile. "I say this so much but I love you" Chris smiles 'I love hearing you say that so i don't mind i love you more"

You and chris go to a Photoshoot he is in and you snap a pic of him.

Not my pic but i had to use it cus whoever made this made it cute!!

Chris looks at you. "Princess did you take a pic?" You giggle nodding. "what if i did prince Evans?"

He smiles and says to someone. "one sec"

He hops off the stool and wraps his arms around you and kisses you all over your face. "hehe Chris!"

Chris says. "what am i going to do with ya?" You smile. "hmm i can think of many things"

the next day your making breakfast when chris walks in and smiles at you humming a disney song. "morning princess" You jump and place your hand on your chest. "Christ! Evans oh my god i almost shit myself"

He laughs and kisses you. "sorry princess, oh are you free this evening?"

"I think so, why do you ask?" He grabs some coffee. 'I have something for you" You smirk. "Oh? is this cute or dirty?" Chris smiles. 'cute princess"

You nod. "okay yea i'll be free tonight" Chris kisses you once more. "great" he walks into the his office and gets to work.

later that night. Chris says. 'princess come on we'll be late" You walk downstairs in this dress.

"Wow y/n you look even more like my princess" You smile and takes his hand. "thank you my prince it is too much for where we are going?" he smiles. "no it's perfect'

You two take a drive to a park and chris says. "so after our dinner i have a surprise for you"

You look at him. "Chris you have done so many gifts.." he leans forwards. "Last one i promise" He kisses you.

After dinner you and chris go for a walk and he says. "Close your eyes princess." You blink. "Oh god fine" he holds your hands and leads you to this.

"Keep them closed princess" You giggle. "Chris come on im getting anxious now" he stands in front of you and gets on one knee.

"Okay open your eyes" You do and you see the sign and gasp and look at chris. "Oh god"

He says. "Y/N L/N i love you, I have loved you sicne we first met two years ago, i love your love for dodger and friends and even our families, You are my girl i am on one knee today to ask you if you'll take this ring and become my queen, y/n Will you marry me?"

You nod unable to speak. He smiles and slips the ring on and stands up and hugs you. You hug him back lightly crying happy tears. He pulls away and says. "Princess hey sh don't worry"

You laugh. "it's happy...tears" he hugs you again. "I love you my queen" You close your eyes taking his scent and embrace in.

Bye now im crying cus this was cuter than i thought it would be!! 🥹

taglist. @nicoline1998enilocin @cutedisneygrl @k-slla @armystay89 @patzammit @whiskeytangofoxtrot555 @katherineswritingsblog

[mamaestapa]

I Think Somebody Has A Crush

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•series summary: Y/N Y/L/N moved to Cincinnati, Ohio for a new start. Move in day arrives and she discovers something terrible...the apartment complex gave her the wrong lease. Instead of living with who she originally was supposed to, she's now living with the hottest quarterback in the NFL, Joe Burrow. Y/N is stuck living in the same apartment with him for a year...which the two are not thrilled about. However, as time goes on, they realize that maybe this wasn't the worst thing that could happen to them. Will Y/N and Joe stay enemies, or will they find themselves falling in love?

•chapter summary: Groupchat with Joe and the guys

•word count: 1.5k

•warnings: Language, jealous Joe, mentions of sex, it’s kind of cringe lol

Series Masterlist

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October 26, 2022

chat with: joe😎, ja'marr🔥, logan🏈, sam💪🏻, evan🤩

joe😎- Guys...Im going to go crazy.

logan🏈- Come on Joey B, don't be so dramatic

sam💪🏻- What could possibly make you go crazy?

ja'marr🔥- Burrow don't listen to them, you're already crazy

joe😎- Thanks Ja'Marr, 'preciate it.

ja'marr🔥- You're welcome😍

sam💪🏻- Haha. you guys are hilarious. I cant stop laughing.

sam💪🏻- But seriously Joe, what makes you think you're going to go crazy?

joe😎- Y/n! Y/n is going to make me crazy

logan🏈- Mhm...crazy in love😏

Joe😎- Absolutely not

Logan🏈- Come on now, don't lie

Ja'Marr🔥- Y/n would make me crazy in love, that girl is sexy as hell

Evan🤩- I agree😍

Joe😎- Seriously? Come on guys.

Sam💪🏻- Hey Evan, speaking of Y/n, I saw she posted you on her story a couple weeks back. Care to explain?👀

Evan🤩- Y/n and I have been talking a bit. We've gone to the gym together a few times, worked out.

Ja'Marr🔥- "Worked out" yeah that's code for 

doin' it, E😏

Logan 🏈-lmao

Evan🤩-  Shut up, Ja'Marr. We haven't done anything...yet

Sam💪🏻- Ohhh, so you plan on doing it with her at some point?

Evan🤩- I cannot confirm nor deny that statement. If it happens, it happens. I'm just happy talking to her for now

Logan🏈- Atta boy, McPherson!😉

Ja'Marr🔥- Money Mac with the rizz😩

Sam💪🏻- Oh

Logan🏈- Yikes

Ja'Marr🔥- ?

Evan🤩- Please never say that again.

Ja'Marr🔥- What?

Sam💪🏻- Rizz. It makes you sound like a pre-pubescent middle schooler

Evan🤩-😂😂

Logan🏈- It really does😂

Ja'Marr🔥-Whatever. Y'all are just mad that you don't have any

Ja'Marr🔥 changed Evan🤩 to The Rizzler🥶

Sam💪🏻- Oh jesus christ🤦‍♂️

Logan🏈-😂😂😂

The Rizzler🥶- Ja'Marr, come on man change it back!

Ja'Marr🔥- Nah, this shit funny af💀

The Rizzler🥶-If you don't change it back, I'll tell Y/n about that dream you had.

Logan🏈- Do tell

Ja'Marr🔥- You swore you wouldn't tell a soul

The Rizzler🥶- Change my name back and I'll keep that promise, don't change it and I'll tell this whole group chat that you had a boner the size of-

Ja'Marr🔥- OKAY OKAY

Ja'Marr changed The Rizzler🥶 to Evan🤩

Evan🤩- Thank you.

Sam💪🏻-Part of me wants to hear the dream, but part of me doesn't😂

Logan🏈- You and me both😂 Hey Joe, I know you're reading these texts man, why've you been so silent?

Joe😎- Oh, I don't know, maybe it's because I don't want to hear about my teammates getting boners over my roommate

Sam💪🏻- Joe...

Joe😎- What? I just don't want to hear about Evan and Y/n fucking or about Ja'Marr having the hots for her. I already hear from her enough I don't need you guys talking about her too

Logan🏈- Hmm...it sounds to me like Burrows jealous

Joe😎-HA you're hilarious.

Sam💪🏻- Don't deny it dude, you so are. You've ignored all texts about Y/n AND your jaw clenches every time McPherson mentions her name at practice. I haven't seen you act like this since that Brayden guy tried asking Olivia out at Nicks party.

Joe😎-I'm not jealous, okay?

Logan🏈 Denial is the first stage, my friend👀

Joe😎- You guys are such idiots, I'm not JEALOUS. Evan, if you want to ask out Y/n go right ahead.

Evan🤩- Thanks...I'll think about it

Ja'Marr🔥-Oh come on man, you are totally jealous

Joe😎- Can we change the subject?

Ja'Marr🔥- ✨Jealous✨

Logan🏈- Ja'Marr wtf?🤦‍♂️😂

Ja'Marr🔥- Just callin' it like I see it

Evan🤩- Come on guys, just leave him alone. He says he's not jealous, so he's not jealous

Sam💪🏻- You don't know him as well as Ja'Marr and I do...he's totally jealous. He just hates to admit it

Logan🏈- Joe, we'll stop talking about your jealousy if you tell us why Y/n is going to make you crazy

Joe😎- Back on the topic of Y/n once again🙄

Sam💪🏻-You're the one that brought her up in the first place! You said she's going to make you go crazy. So tell us, why is she going to make you go crazy?

Joe😎- First of all, she leaves her shit all over the place. Like her makeup out on the bathroom counter, her clothes in MY laundry, her candles all over the apartment, it's just annoying.

Logan🏈- Mhm...

Joe😎- And she leaves her, how do I put this, woman items under MY side of the sink!

Ja'Marr🔥- Wait. So you're tellin me that little cup thing I found isn't a rubber shot glass?

Sam💪🏻-Oh dear god

Joe😎- Nope. That little cup thing is called a Diva Cup, Ja'Marr

Logan🏈- Yeah it's not a shot glass😂 girls shove it up their va- you know nevermind. You get what I'm trying to say.

Ja'Marr🔥- I TOUCHED THAT THING

Evan🤩- No one told you to touch it💀

Ja'Marr🔥- I don't even know what to say.

Sam💪🏻-😭That's a first

Logan🏈-😂 What else does she do Joe?

Joe😎- She's always at the apartment and I have needs. I can't just bring dates over to the place when she's home. I've tried to hook up with a girl and twice now, TWICE Y/n has walked in on us and ruined the moment

Evan🤩- She told me about that

Joe😎-Great.

Sam💪🏻-But that's not her fault, you're the one that decides to do it on your couch

Logan🏈- And not tell them you have a roommate that's a girl

Evan🤩-A very pretty one at that

Joe😎- I guess you guys are right. She just gets so annoying to live with sometimes. I just wish she wasn't my roommate. If she wasn't my roommate maybe, you know what, nevermind.

Sam💪🏻-What do you mean?

Joe😎- Shes a really sweet girl. And fuck, she's gorgeous too.

Ja'Marr🔥-👀👀

Joe😎- We got off to a rough start and I just wish things could have been different

Logan🏈-Joe…

Joe😎-What do I do to fix this?

Sam💪🏻- Joe, man, I think you might have a crush

Joe😎-Oh come on, I do not.

Ja'Marr🔥- Come on Joey B, quit denying this shit

Loagn🏈-Just admit it, you're jealous and you like Y/n. It’s not a big deal dude

Evan🤩-Yeah. Joe, I don't want to get in your way man. Just say the word and she's all yours

Joe😎-Okay FINE. Maybe I do have feelings for Y/n and maybe I am a little jealous, but I'll get over it. She obviously really likes you Evan and I don't want to get in the way of that

Evan🤩-Are you sure?

Joe😎-Yeah, I want you both to be happy. Plus, I barely even know her. You know her better than I do, shooter😂

Logan🏈- Then get to know her Joe. You see her every day and you live with her, it wouldn't hurt to get to know her.

Sam💪🏻-He's right. Who knows, maybe you two will get along if you ACTUALLY get to know her

Joe😎- I guess you're right

Ja'Marr🔥-There ain't no guessin, they ARE right

Logan🏈-Thanks Ja'Marr😚

Ja'Marr🔥-❤️

Evan🤩- So Joe...you're sure you're fine with Y/n and I?

Joe😎-Yeah, go get her shooter.

Joes pov:

I felt my heart drop as I hit send. I shut my phone off and set it down next to me on the couch. I sighed deeply and put my head in my hands. I've never felt these feelings before—about anyone.

The guys are right, I am jealous. I'm jealous that Evan gets to be the one to talk to Y/n all the time. I'm jealous that he's the one that gets to know her in ways that I wish I could.

But this does NOT, and I repeat, does NOT mean that I have a crush on her.

I just think that Y/n is a beautiful girl with a great personality.

But I don't have a crush on her.

I'm just jealous of the other guys. She's willing to get to know my teammates and not me. I did this to myself though. If things could have gone better at the start, maybe the situation with Y/n would be much different.

Logan is right though, I just need to get to know Y/n . Somehow I need to get to know the girl I've been living with for a month now. I have no clue what to do or how I'll do it, but one thing is for sure.

Y/n and I will be on better terms soon. We have to be, right?

hey loves!!

i haven't written a chat in forever, so i apologize if it's not good. i had a lot of fun writing it though, haha!

we're slowly starting to get into the GOOD good parts of this book. joe is starting to realize that maybe you aren’t just a roommate to him after all...

i already have the next chapter written (it's one of my favorites that i've written so far and i think that you will all enjoy it very much!) but i'm going to wait to post it until this one has been up for a couple days!

anyways, i hope you are all doing well! i appreciate all of the love and support you have shown on this story. it means so much to me!!🤍

tags:

@jackharloww @ilovejoeburroww @dandelionwrites8 @ijustcrypretty @sinners-98-world @a-moment-captured @stainednailpolishremover

[sebsgirl71479]

Forever My Love

Steve Rogers x Curvy Female Reader

Other characters: Bucky Barnes, Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton

Warnings: As much fluff as your heart can handle, (later chapter, smut, unprotected sex, dry humping.)

A/N: I had this originally as a Chris Evans story but the climate surrounding him I didn't feel comfortable writing it. Maybe when things calm down I'll go back to writing Chris stories. In the meantime I hope you enjoy this little story. This is Part 1. Again please comment and reblog, they make me happy.

You wouldn’t necessarily call yourself an outcast, You had friends, you went out and had fun but you pretty much stayed to yourself. Your best friends were Wanda and Clint. You were pretty much the 3 musketeers. All 3 of you lived in the same cul de sac as well as 2 other families, the Barnes’ and Rogers’. You always saw them hanging out together but the 3 of you never really hung out that much with them. Them being Bucky and Steve. 

You were so shy, that when Wanda and Clint came to ask you to play when you were kids you almost ran home too afraid to say hello. After a few more attempts to ask you to play, your mother talked to you and just told you to give them a chance because they seemed like nice kids. Since that day you have never looked back and thank your mother for pushing you to the 2 best friends you’ll ever have. And now here you are senior year at Howard Stark High School, named after the famed inventor from your hometown. Summer had been great, you and Wanda both worked at the local ice cream shop called May’s while Clint worked right next door at Hawk archery store. Before the first day of school you told wanda that you wanted a little bit of a change for senior year. So she came over and had a day of beauty and went over what you wanted to change. 

You always wore simple clothes not really being too much into fashion like wanda but you wanted to branch out. Being a bit of a thicker gal it was always hard to find cute clothes that fit you, so you both headed out of your small town to the next one over and found some great clothes to help in your little change you wanted. When you got back Clint was a little butt hurt that he wasn’t asked to join so you let him come over and gave him a facial and manicure which he didn't mind. What you didn't notice was when you got back from the shops, Steve was watching you from his front yard as he was mowing it. He was shy like you but you never noticed it because you always thought he was as confident as Bucky. When in reality he was an awkward teen and didn't know how to talk to girls, especially ones he really liked, like you. He really wanted to ask you out but was afraid of you turning him down. He didn’t want any other girls, he wanted you. 

After you went in your house he finished his work and went inside his house and took a shower to get the summer heat and sweat off him before he walked over to Bucky’s house. He needed advice and the only person who could give him that was Bucky. Walking over to Bucky’s house he just lets himself in with a small knock on the door announcing himself. “Hey Buck, it’s me where are you?” Bucky peeked his head around the corner scaring the crap out of Steve. “Right here buddy, what's up!”

“Oh jesus christ buck don't do that.”

“Sorry about that. Come on, let's go play video games before our brains start to melt with school work soon.” Steve just shakes his head in disbelief. Bucky may say he doesn’t like school but he has some of the best grades in the school. 

“Actually Bucky, I need your help with something.” Seeing the seriousness on his face Bucky knew he really had to hear him out. “What’s up?” With a hefty sigh Steve got to the point.

“You know y/n across the street? I want to ask her out, but I don't know how to approach her. I think she is just pretty and I'm afraid I’ll say the wrong thing.”

“Alright pal, first of all have you ever talked to her?” Looking down at his hands he shakes his head no.

“Look I know you’re a bit shy but we have to try and get past that so you can get the girl, because you don't want to lose her to someone else.”

“God buck, she’s so damn pretty I don't know how I'm going to do this. Plus, I don't know how I will get her alone. Clint and Wanda are always with her like a shield.”

“Hey don’t worry about that. They are like us always together looking after each other. I can see it. I'm sure they are just protective of the other.” Soon enough Bucky was giving Steve the right way to speak to you and hopefully try and ask you out on a date. 

The next day was the first day of school and you were a little nervous about your outfit. Wanda assured you that it looked great on you and to not overthink it. So you stepped out of your house with Wanda and Clint waiting for you in Clint's car. You're wearing a cute brown sundress with a jean jacket and low top sneakers. As you walk, Clint starts blasting Cherry pie by Warrant and they both start whistling as you walk towards the car. You just shake your head at your two dorky friends and get in the back seat. “Y/N you look fantastic no one at school is going to believe it’s you.” Wanda was beaming like a proud mamma. “If you weren’t my best friend I'd ask you out.”

“Clint that’s very sweet but you’re like my brother that would be weird.” While all this was happening Steve watched you drive off with your friends as he was getting in his car with Bucky. He was driving too fast to see you in the back but he couldn't wait to see you at school.

“Hey lover-boy, let's get going or we’ll be late.”

“Shut up Bucky and get in the car.” 

Steve starts the car and backs out of his driveway and heads down the road towards school. The parking lot was chaotic with students milling around or standing by their cars showing off what they did to them during the summer. As Steve drove into the lot he saw you and your friends standing by Clint's car and there so happened to be an empty spot next to it. He carefully parked next to you and shut the engine off. You turned around when you saw a car park next to you and your friends and saw it was Steve and Bucky. When Steve stepped out of his car he looked amazing, wearing dark wash jeans, a white t-shirt and brown leather jacket. 

Wow, was he always this good looking?  Was your inner thoughts. He looked right at you as soon as he closed his door and gave you a lopsided smile. You returned his smile with one of your own and a small wave. You then felt warmth on your face and ducked your face down and looked away. 

Oh my god she looks like a goddess in that dress. That is what Steve was telling himself as he saw you standing by the car. The smile he gave you was a shot in the dark in hopes you would return it and you did. He felt his heart flutter when you smiled back, he’s really glad his asthma is under control now otherwise he would be having an attack right now. When you turned back to talk to your friends Bucky grabbed Steve by the shoulders as if to say ‘that's a good first start’ They both headed into the building to get their schedules and a quick bagel from the cafeteria. 

When you get to your 1st hour, you’re a little bummed that your friends aren't in this class with you but you do see a familiar face, Steve Rogers. This was honors biology and so everyone was sat 2 at a lab table, since you didn't know anyone else you start walking towards Steve. Steve looks up to see you enter the classroom looking for a place to sit. When you spot him you start walking to him almost hesitantly.

“Um, is th-this seat taken?” He looks at you like you just gave him the hardest equation known to man, when you ask again he shakes himself from his stupor and smiles up at you.

“Oh, no go ahead, it'd be a pleasure to have you sit with me.” ‘Smooth Rogers, real smooth’ You giggled at his response and sat down next to him. Steve throws caution to the wind and decides to speak first. Come on you dork you can do it.

“You know we’ve lived in the same cul de sac since we were kids and we’ve never really talked to each other?”

“I think that has to do with Clint and Wanda taking up all my free time.” You both laugh a little bit, then your laughter stops as soon as your teacher enters the room.

“Okay class welcome back for another great school year” He said a little sarcastically. “So just to let you know, I hope you like where you are sitting because the person next to you will be your lab partner for the remainder of the school year.” You and Steve look at each other with wide eyes but smile in the end. Your teacher goes over the basic safety procedures for the lab and most of the projects that you all will be doing during the year. 

The last 5 mins of class the teacher gives everyone time to get to know their partner. All you and Steve can do is smile and laugh at pretty much nothing, then the bell rings. You gather your things and put them in your backpack and Steve does the same.

“So what class do you have next?” You look at your schedule and see what you have next.

“Um, I have financial algebra next.”

“Really? So do I.” and he shows you his schedule and sees that you have the next 2 classes together.

“Oh wow, what a coincidence.”

“Can I walk with you to class?” Steve asks nervously.

“I’d Like that a lot” You walk towards the door and he lets you pass first like a gentleman and you head down the hall and to the right towards algebra. Entering the class you see both Wanda and Bucky sitting in the same row but 2 desks separating them. 

They see you both come in and wave at their respected friends. Steve lets you walk ahead of him and you sit to Wanda’s right and Steve to Bucky’s left. Wanda starts talking first.

“So what was that about?”

“What, we had the first hour together and found out that we have the 1st 3 classes together so he walked me here.” While you're talking to Wanda, Bucky starts asking Steve a million questions.

“So did you ask her out yet? Why did you walk her to class? Do you think she likes you, because I saw the way she looked at you before she sat down?”

“Bucky slow down man. Well she came into 1st hour and asked to sit next to me. Turns out we’re gonna be lab partners all year. We went to leave class and I asked what her next call was because I didn't want to leave her side and we have 3 classes together.”

“Steve, I think being able to ask her out is going to be easier than you thought huh?” 

Steve looks over at you and smiles, you look over your shoulder at the same time and smile back at him with a blush. He turns back to Bucky with a big grin on his face. “I’m gonna try my hardest to ask her out real soon and treat her like the goddess she is.”  Wanda looks back at you after you turn back around and gives you a look.

“What?” “What do you mean, what? Since when are you and Steve so friendly and that little smile he gave you?”

“It was just friendly. I don't think it meant anything.”

“Well whatever it was, don't lose it because I think he might be into you.” You weren’t a girl that the guys ever went for but seeing the way Steve was smiling at you and wanting to walk you to class stirred something in you. 

Your next class with Steve was advanced studio painting. Knowing you and Steve loved art was something unexpected but refreshing. Again you two sat close to each other in the class, looking at the other when the other wasn’t paying attention. This new thing between you and Steve almost felt natural like you were meant to connect now for some reason. Clint sat behind you guys and noticed this new development, he would bring it up to you later at lunch. When class ended it was time for lunch so you headed out towards the parking lot to meet Wanda at Clint’s car. Steve caught up with you while you were walking. 

“So, um what are you doing for lunch?”

“Oh, uh Wanda, Clint and I head down the street to the sub shop and hang there. It's sort of a tradition for us.” “Oh.” You could see disappointment in his eyes.

“Would you like to join us? The more the merrier, I mean if you want to?” He gave you the biggest, brightest smile that could light up a room.

“Yeah that would be great let me just go tell Bucky and we can meet you there?”

“That sounds great, can’t wait to see you.” And just like that Steve runs to find Bucky to tell him their lunch plans. You laugh at his eagerness and begin your trek to the car. Clint and Wanda are already waiting by the car when you walk up. “Hey guys, um do you mind if someone joins us for lunch, they’ll meet us there?”

“Is it Steve?” Clint is the first to pipe up.

“How do you know?”

“Please y/n i was sitting behind you guys in art class, i could see the looks you were giving each other.”

“They did the same thing in algebra this morning.” You look away in embarrassment but you know your friends mean well. “Yes it's Steve, is that okay with you guys?”

“Sure, we have no problem right Clint?” Wanda gives him a pointed look. He’s like a big brother so he can be protective. “Yeah sure, let's get going before all the good spots are gone.”       

Steve had such a supportive friend in Bucky. When he told him about lunch and being able to hang out with you, Bucky was on board anything to get his buddy the girl of his dreams. They arrived at the shop just as you had parked and got out of the car. You gave Clint your order and leant on the car waiting. You guys loved this place. It had great food and always 80s and 90s music blasting from the speakers. Steve walked up to you as Bucky went to put his and Steve’s orders in.

“Hey there.” “Hey yourself. Have you ever been here?”

“A few times.” “Yeah we love this place, it just feels nostalgic.” You both just stare at the other like you’re the only two people around. While this is happening Bucky is standing behind Wanda and Clint in line. This gave Clint the opportunity to ask Bucky what’s been on his mind since class. 

“Hey Bucky, I have to ask. Is Steve really into y/n or this some sick joke to play on her? Because she’s really shy and has never had a guy be interested in her like I see Steve being. I don't want her to get hurt. She's like a sister to me and I don't want her heart to get broken by the first guy that's interested in her.”

“Hey Clint i get it, i know we’ve pretty much known each other since we were kids but don't know much about the other. But what I do know is Steve is completely into her and wants to treat her right. He’s just as shy as she is and this is a big step for him to talk to a girl he likes. So no this is not a joke he really is into her 100%.”

“Okay then, let’s get our two shy, socially awkward friends together then.” 

Soon enough, you both are pulled from your little bubble by your friends coming back with your lunches. You spend the rest of lunch talking and getting to know one another. Living in the same cul de sac for so long the 5 of you hardly know much about the others. When it's just about time to head back to campus you go to open the back passenger door when you're stopped by a hand on your elbow. You turn around to see Steve smiling down at you and moving his hand lower to your hand. You feel goosebumps and tingles all the way down your arm to your tummy. 

“I was really hoping that this wouldn’t end.”

“Me too, I enjoyed our time together.”

“Then let me take you out this friday night?” You almost can't believe it, Steve Rogers is asking you out on a date. He has a twinkle in his eyes of hopefulness.

“I’d really like that Steve, But I've never been on a date before. I don't want to disappoint you.”

“You could never disappoint me, so what do you say? Friday night 6pm?”

“Sounds great, you know where I live.” He takes your hand in his and lifts it up to his lips and kisses your knuckles. The butterflies in your heart travel to your stomach in a tornado. In Steve’s car Bucky is punching the air in victory for his friend. Wanda is happily clapping her hands and Clint is looking on like a proud brother. 

Getting in the car you are on cloud 9, not even paying attention to Wanda talking to you about what you're going to wear on your date. Steve is so happy he is practically speeding towards school making Bucky hold on for dear life. When you got back to school you really didn’t pay much attention to your last 3 classes, thinking too much about Steve. Steve was no better himself. Practically daydreaming in class, that Bucky had to smack him on the back of the head when the teacher asked him a question in world history class. When the final bell rang, everyone ran out of their classes to get out and head home or to their after school jobs. 

When you guys were driving home you could see Steve and Bucky behind you heading their way home. When you turned around to see you smiled and Steve could see you so he waved back. Clint parked in his family's driveway and you all got out to head to your own homes. Wanda ran to her house dropping off her backpack and headed over to your house. She had to talk to you about what happened today. She practically busted through your front door yelling.

“HI MRS. Y/L/N! I JUST CAME TO TALK TO Y/N!” Your mom almost jumped out of her shoes.

“Oh my goodness Wanda, what is the hurry?”

“No time to talk, gotta get to y/n’s room.” Your mom just shook her head and went back to getting dinner ready. 

As you’re putting your jacket in your closet you can hear your best friend barreling her way into your house. You just laugh and wait for her to bust into your room.

“Okay girl, we have to figure out what you’re going to wear on your date with Steve.”

“Hey calm down, I haven't even told my mom yet.”

“Well let's put an outfit together then I’ll come down with you so you can tell your mom. She’s going to be so excited for you.” Wanda heads into your closet and searches for a few outfits for friday. After about an hour of mixing matching clothes you find the right outfit. Heading out of your room, you find your mom in the living room relaxing a bit. You’re a little bit nervous to tell her about this date. 

“Um, mom, there's something I want to tell you. Now before I do,I want you to know I'm really excited about this and I hope you will be too.” 

“Alright sweetie whatever it is, I'll be happy for you.” With a big sigh you get to it. 

“I have my first ever date friday night.” 

“Oh my gosh, my baby has a date. Who is it with sweetie? Is he a nice boy?” 

“Oh mom, he is so sweet and such a nice guy. It’s Steve Rogers from across the street.”

“The shy young man with the blonde hair?” 

“Yes mom, I'm really excited for this and I hope you will let me go?”

“Of course baby, I don’t see any problem with you going out with Steve. He’s such a nice boy, I hope you have fun and tell me everything afterwards, okay?”

“I will mom, thank you so much.” 

“Alright dinner will be ready soon, Wanda are you staying to eat?” 

“Oh I have to get home to help my mom with our dinner but maybe another night. Y/N I will talk to you later.”

“Okay Wanda, talk to you later.”

After you finished dinner you went to your room and cleaned up the mess you and Wanda made with the clothes. Out of the corner of your eye you see movement from your window. You go over and lift up the window and see Clint in his room rocking out to some music. Since you were kids you and Clint tied a rope between your windows and put a bell to let the other know you wanted to talk. When you hear the song fade out you tug on the rope and the bell starts to ring. He turns around and sees you laughing at him and goes to open his window. 

“Hey buttercup, whatcha want?”

“I just wanted to see how you were doing? You’ve been kind of quiet since I told you guys about Steve asking me out and I wanted to know if you’re okay with it?”

“Buttercup, you're like a sister to me and I just want to see you happy. But I will say this, I'm sure he won't do it but if he hurts you I will hurt him.” He looks at you trying to look serious. All you can do is laugh when he breaks out into a big smile.

“I knew I could count on you Clint, thank you for being there for me.” “Anything for you buttercup, now let me get back to my personal concert and I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Goodnight Bro.” With that you close your window and get ready for bed. 

Across the street it’s pretty much the same at Steve’s house. His mom and dad were very happy for him. He couldn’t stop talking about you at dinner. Steve’s mom was worried he wouldn’t come out of his shell, but now knowing he was able to ask a sweet, pretty girl who he says is the girl of his dreams, she couldn’t be happier for him. And of course his dad gave him ‘the talk’ to which Steve had a deep blush on his face the whole time.

“Dad, I’m a gentleman, I’m not going to do anything like that on the first date. I’m just hoping for a kiss, that's all”

“Well son, I just want to make sure you’re prepared for when the time comes. I know we taught you well and have good manners.”

“I know dad, I just want to treat her right. I know it seems soon and I’m young and all but, she’s it for me dad. I can see her with me for the rest of my life.”

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself son, take it one day at a time.”

"I will dad, don’t worry.” After helping his mom clean up the dishes from dinner he went upstairs to get ready for bed. He got under the covers ready to sleep but all he could do was stare at the ceiling and think of you and see you tomorrow at school. With a big smile on his face he turned over and fell asleep with your face on his mind. 

The rest of the school week went like the first day. You and Steve talking more and being flirtatious to each other. When Friday came you were a ball of nerves, so was Steve. When you got home from school Clint and Wanda came over to help you out with getting ready, even though Clint didn't do much but sit at your desk and talk about what not to do on the date. That big brother mentality he has around you. Bucky was laying on Steve’s bed exasperated because he was overthinking what to wear on your date.

“Steve, bud go simple. Wear that light blue button up and jeans. Don't go fancy unless you’re taking her somewhere fancy, just go with that shirt.”

“Yeah you’re right. Ugh I’m so nervous man. What if i fuck up and i never see her again?”

“That's impossible, you’re the human equivalent of a golden retriever. Chicks dig that, besides you are the nicest guy i know she’ll like whatever you do.” 

Before you knew it, it was 6pm and Your doorbell rang. Wanda let out an excited squeal and made sure to check your make-up to see if it was still good and ran towards the door as your mom opened it. As soon as you went to your door, Clint stopped you.

“Y/N look i want you to know, I’m happy for you. And if he tries to pull anything during the date you call me, but I have a feeling you won’t because he’s a good guy.”  You gave Clint a quick hug and left your room. You got to the living room where your mom was talking to Steve. When they heard your shoes clicking on the floor, they turned around at the same time. Your mom had a big smile on her face. Steve looked like his eyes were about to pop out of his head. 

“Sweetie, you look wonderful.” Your mom beamed with pride. Steve stood up and walked over to you still he hadn’t said anything until he was about 2 feet away from you. He grabbed your hand and brought it up to his lips and kissed the back of your hand.

“You look absolutely beautiful.” You wore a long sleeve bodysuit with an orange skirt and thigh high boots.

"Thank you Steve, you look very handsome, that shirt really brings out your eyes.” You both were blushing with each other's compliments.

“Well if you’re ready your chariot awaits.” With a small giggle, Steve intertwined his hand with yours and walked towards the front door. You turned around and said bye to your mom and 2 best friends. He actually drove his car from across the street where his house was to yours instead of walking over. His car was a dream, a 1971 Chevy Chevelle plus it was a convertible that sold you.

“Have I ever told you I really like your car?”

“No you haven’t but I'm glad you do. Most girls aren't into cars nowadays.” He opened the passenger door for you and didn't let go of your hand until you were seated and then closed your door. He ran over to his side and got in. 

You both drove off in comfortable silence just enjoying each other's presence. He drove you to a local diner that everyone in town really enjoyed, Ben’s Diner. He found a parking space and turned off the engine, before you could reach for the handle he stopped you.”

You stay there I’ll get the door for you.” You blushed a little bit at his gentleman-like behavior. He got out and came to your door and as he opened it he stretched out his hand for you to take. Closing the door he brings your hand into the crook of his elbow and walks you towards the diner. Then you kind of paused a bit and this caught Steve’s attention. In your head you're thinking, are there people from school here if they are, are they going to make comments about you being here with Steve? 

“Hey is everything okay?”

“I just got nervous all of a sudden. What if there are kids from school here? What if they think I shouldn't be with you?”

It was no secret that Steve was a very good looking guy, well built, beautiful blue eyes you can get lost in. “Who cares what they say. I’m here with you. Can I tell you a secret?”

You nod your head for him to continue. “This is actually my first date. You're the only girl I've ever wanted to ask out. There’s been no one else I have ever wanted to be with than you.” You look at him with wide eyes. You thought Steve would have had girls before you, boy were you wrong. And to tell you he’s been wanting to ask you out for a long while now makes your heart skip a beat.

“I didn't know you have been wanting to ask me out for so long. Okay let’s go in.” With big smiles you both enter the diner. When you go in you see May, your old boss from the ice cream shop behind the counter helping out. Her nephew Peter is bussing tables as well. “Y/N sweetheart, i feel like i haven't seen you in forever, come here and give me a hug.” May was like another mom to you and Wanda. She walks from behind the counter and gives you a bone crushing hug. 

“May, it’s so great to see you. Oh, May this is Steve Rogers, Steve this is May Parker my old boss at the ice cream shop.”

“Ma’am it's nice to meet you.” He tries to shake her hand but she’s a hugger so she wraps her arms around he middle giving him the same bone crushing hug.

“Oh please we don't shake hands, we are huggers. And please call me May, ma’am makes me feel old. So what brings you two here tonight?”

“Actually May, this is Steve and I’s first date.” The biggest smile appears on her face. “Well then let me show you my special spot just for tonight.” She grabs a few menus and leads you both over to a quiet corner of the diner.

“Ben usually uses this when he wants a quiet place to finish doing the books for the diner and shop but this is the perfect spot for a date this special.” “Thank you so much, you’re the best.” You sit opposite of each other in the booth and start looking at the menu. Dinner went great, you talked, you laughed and you noticed that no one was really paying attention to the two of you. Just before the check came, Peter came over to grab your plates from the table and chatted with you for a bit. He was a junior at your high school and it seemed that he and Steve had a lot in common.  

Steve paid the bill and you were both off and out of the diner, full and happy. You both waved to Ben who was in the kitchen and May who was manning the counter. Walking hand in hand back to Steve’s car, again he opened your door and led you inside.

“So where are we going next?” “That my beautiful angel is a surprise.” You blushed at the pet name he just gave you.

“Hey, why don’t you show me what this car can do Stevie?” “Wow, you just got way hotter y/n"

With that he pulls out of the parking lot and heads down the road and notices there are hardly any cars on the street. So he looks over at you and then starts shifting gears to get the car up to speed and then punches it into 4th gear and you’re loving it. Steve sees the pure joy on your face and he knows then and there, you're it for him and he hasn't even kissed you yet. When Steve sees the road he has to take he slows down and turns off the main road. As he is driving he pushes the button to let the top down on the car. In a few minutes you come to a clearing and park it over a small lookout. Steve shut off the car but keeps the music playing on the stereo. 

“Oh Steve, this is beautiful. I don't think I've ever been here before.”  “Yeah Bucky told me about this place and I thought it would be a great place for our date, plus we can stargaze.”

That’s when you look up and see how clear the night is and see every star and constellation. Just then Steve grabs a blanket from the back seat and lays it over both your laps. You look over at him and slide over closer to him. He wraps his arm around your shoulders and you both lean back and watch the stars twinkle in the sky. Every few seconds Steve rubs your shoulder and arms to keep you warm. You look over at Steve who is already staring at you with a small grin on his face. He brings up his other hand to your cheek and caresses it, then he moves it to the back of your neck into your hair. Your breath hitches, thinking to yourself ‘oh god is he going to kiss me now?’ You’ve never kissed a boy before and you’re worried you’ll be bad. 

“You’re so beautiful, I've been waiting so long to ask you this. Can I kiss you?” Feeling breathless you answer him.

“Yes. But I should tell you, this is my first kiss and I don't want to disappoint you.” 

“This is my first kiss too, and I'm glad it’s with you.” He brings your face towards his and you close your eyes when you feel his breath on your lips. He closes the gap more and he gently presses his lips to yours. It’s sweet and slow but still passionate. After a few seconds he gets bold and swipes his tongue into your mouth and you grant him entrance. You bring your hands to his chest and move them to his hair. His hands are now on your hips and he grabs them tight and moves you closer to him, if that’s possible. He wants to feel all of you. After you have the need to breathe, you break away from the kiss but just a little so you’re still close to his lips.

“That’s the best first kiss ever.” “Yeah, I never thought it would be that good Steve.” 

Steve gives you one more peck on the lips and you lay your head on his shoulder and enjoy the rest of your time together. When it's almost 10pm, Steve starts up the car to head back into town and drives you home. When he turns into your street, you start to dread the end of your date. He parks in front of your house and you can see the light in your living room still on. Most likely your mom is waiting for you. You start to play with your fingers nervously not knowing what to do. Steve gets out of the car and opens your door and walks you to your door. You start to fish out your keys to keep your mind busy.

“I had a really great time Steve, thank you.” “Me too. I really want to see you again.”

“Really?” “Yeah, I know this is fast but, you’re it y/n. There’s no one else I want in this world.”

“Oh Steve, I feel the same way.” He wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you up a little bit and kisses you breathless. He puts you back on your feet and kisses your forehead, before loosening his grip on you.

“Good night Steve.”

“Goodnight y/n. I’ll text you okay.”

“Okay.” With a big smile on his face he runs to his car and drives across the street to his house and heads into his house. 

While you and Steve were having your moment, all of your friends were each looking out their windows wanting to see how the date went. Wanda clapped and squealed from her bedroom, Clint was in the garage repairing his arrows shaking his head seeing how happy you were, and Bucky was sitting in his living room punching the air when Steve gave you that kiss.

Steve really wanted to get ready for bed but he was too excited to. He looked out his window and saw that the light was on in your room. So he jumps out of bed and slips out of his house as quietly as possible to run over to your house. He taps on your window so lightly you almost miss it. You cautiously walk over to your window and pull back the curtain and see Steve at your window. You open the window to see why he’s at your house at this hour.

“Steve, what are you doing here? Are you still in your pj’s?” “I couldn’t sleep and I saw your light was still on so I took a risk and came over. I can't stop thinking about you. Can I come in?”  You begin to think about it, hoping you don't get caught and nod your head. Steve then brings his leg over the window sill and jumps in. You laugh at his eagerness getting into your room.

When he finally gets his bearings, he brings you into his arms and kisses you. He never wants to stop kissing, he feels like this is heaven and you're the angel that brought him there. After a few minutes he breaks the kiss and places his forehead to yours. "I hope it was okay that I came over?” “It was more than okay.”

Part 2

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[alovesongtheywrote]

nightmare academia is just so *chefs kiss* i would LOVE another part !!!!

♥ Summary:  here you go :D here's the outcome of spencer's most recent prank- and the reader's well deserved revenge [Prof!Spencer Reid x GN-Prof!Reader]

♥ Warnings: threats of bodily harm

♥ A/N: keep the requests coming, i love writing for these two SO MUCH

♥ Word Count: 1268

Series Masterlist

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Spencer wasn’t surprised when you burst into his classroom, the image of barely contained rage burned into your features.  He was surprised that your voice sounded so sweet when you called out to him.

“Hey, Doctor Reid?  Can I talk to you outside for a second?”

You gave an apologetic look to his students.  It looked genuine.  Still, Reid couldn’t be fooled.  He knew his plan had worked.  Garcia had gotten into your PowerPoint slides.  He was under your skin.  Smirking, he followed you out the door and into the hallway.

The second the door shut behind Reid, you rounded on him with fury in your eyes the likes of which he had never seen.

“You little shit.  I’m gonna fucking stab you in your left butt cheek.  You fucked up my fucking slides.”

Spencer paused before he spoke.  It looked like he was doing his best not to laugh, “You brought this on yourself.”

“Did I?  Did I really bring this on myself?  I gave your students a typewriter to bother you because you were being a dick.  Explain to me how this is appropriate vengeance!”

You didn’t need that explained to you.  Honestly, it was the perfect form of vengeance.  You had targeted his anti-tech tendencies with malicious compliance, and he had attacked your technology in return.  It was perfect.  You couldn’t let him know you thought that, though- and there was something else about the prank that stood out to you.

Spencer hated technology.  By his own admission, he could barely send an email without losing his mind.  It made you wonder- if he hated technology so much, then how had he hacked your slides?

“Look, you’re the one who decided to bother an MIT graduate.  I don’t know if you know this, but we have a history of going nuclear.”

“Oh, you’re proud of that one, aren’t you?” you hissed, “How long did it take you to come up with it?  Twenty minutes?  Thirty?”

Reid blushed, and you knew you’d struck some sort of nerve.  You decided to press down harder, “Y’know, I doubt that it was just your MIT-grad-ass conspiring on this little project.  Who helped you, Reid?  Was it Evans?  Peters?”  

You kept listing librarians and comp sci profs, but his facial expression never changed.  You were heading in the wrong direction.

You stopped, falling silent so you could think for a moment.  Reid moved to fill the silence, but you shushed him, holding a hand up to stop him in his place.  You thought back to the search you’d done on Reid.  His team had a technical analyst- she’d seemed cool, but was she cool enough for this?

After a while, you turned back to Reid.  Raising an eyebrow, you asked, “Did you get your FBI girl to break into my PowerPoint slides?”

He stuttered, face taking on a pink hue as he tried to find some sort of excuse or distraction- it was too late, though.  You already had your answer.  

“Holy shit!  You got your FBI girl to break into my PowerPoint slides!”

“Wait, no, I-!”

A massive grin broke across your face, “Oh, fuck.  I must really bother you if you called the fucking Feds on me!  Jesus Christ.  How often am I on your mind?”

“You’re not- you’re never on my mind,” Reid’s face was bright red now.  His arms were drawn across his chest protectively.  You almost felt bad- but not quite.  

“Y’know,” you snorted out a laugh, “I’ll be honest, I’m impressed.  This took work.  It took planning.  Patience.  And I mean, it’s a good PowerPoint to boot, so…”

“I- thank you?  I-” Reid’s stuttering made it very clear that you had broken his brain.

“No problem, sunshine.  Anyway, since you made such a good presentation, and you worked so hard to get my attention by putting it where I would see it-”

“I don’t want your attention!”

You spoke over him, “I’m gonna let you off easy- on one condition.”

He looked at you with wide eyes, and at that moment, it didn’t matter that he was a million inches taller than you.  You had the high ground.  You relished it.

“Are my original files safe?”

Without another word, Reid nodded.  Another massive grin split your face, “Perfect!  Now I don’t have to stab you in the throat!”

Reid was at a loss for words- and you took advantage of that.

“Unfortunately,” you leaned towards him, “You can’t just go unpunished.”

Spencer shivered at your words.  You didn’t notice.

“Since you made my class such a lovely presentation, why don’t I go and share some fun facts with your students?”

The smile on your face turned fiendish, and before Spencer could even think of moving, you were already in his classroom with the door locked tight behind you.  He could hear your voice through the door, incredibly chill as you addressed his students.

“Hey, kids!  Quick aside,” You sounded so incredibly chill despite the fact that you were full-on hijacking a class.

“Did you guys know that a midsize private jet burns a low estimate of one hundred and ninety-eight gallons of jet fuel per hour at minimum?  Isn’t that neat?”

Spencer fought the internal urge to scream- the urge to bang on the door and demand that you let him back in.  He had a reputation to protect.  He had to come off as composed.  Therefore, he made the professional decision to stand outside, cross his arms, and pray to the science gods that you would come out of that room sooner rather than later.

To his surprise, you did.  You were in and out in the course of five minutes- though it did feel like longer.  As you made your exit, you stretched your arms out in front of you, cracking your knuckles as you did.

“And there we go.  We’re even, now!  My class is educated in the ways of handwritten notes, and yours is educated in the existential horrors of climate change and private jets.”

You gave Reid’s arm a casual pat with the back of your hand.  You moved to pat him again, but you stopped when he flinched.  The smile on your face dimmed slightly.  You didn’t even notice it, but he did.   

The two of you just stood in the hallway for a moment, staring at each other.  You were both still, both quiet.  You could hear his students starting to mumble behind the door.

“You should get back,” your voice was quieter than you wanted it to be, “They’re about to go crazy.”

“No thanks to you.”

“Yeah, well,” you shrugged, “Keep making your students handwrite things and the typewriter will be back to ease things over.”

“Is that a promise?”

Your smile was back to full brightness.  Reid wondered why he preferred it that way.

“Absolutely.”

Despite the fact that his classroom door was wide open, Reid stayed in the hallway.  He watched you leave, the shape of you growing smaller and smaller until you were gone.  When he finally did re-enter the room, all eyes were on him.

“Well,” he clapped his hands together, his lips drawing together in an awkward smile, “Now that that’s over, how about we talk a little about the dark figure of crime?”

His students allowed him to control the lesson without complaint- but he could feel their eyes on him even after the class ended.  Worse than that, he could feel you.  Your eyes were still on him, your words still under his skin.  

He’d get you back for this.  He had to.  He couldn’t let you win.

♥ Tags: @icarusignite

[lysol1201]

This Time We Make A New Start

Rookie/After Re2!Leon Kennedy x GN!Reader (mostly platonic, but can be read romantically)

Roommate Series

Summary: The daily routine of you and your roommate, Leon Scott Kennedy.

Takes place in modern time, not in the 90s because I felt like it and you can't stop me.

Word Count: 1050

Genre: Can be seen as fluff, just some fun roommate stuff

TW: profanity, mentions of depression and suicide, reader takes medication (self-indulgent type shit), if any others plz lmk (not beta read, we die like luis)

Inspired by: Does Anybody Have a Map? from Dear Evan Hansen Light Behind Your Eyes by My Chemical Romance

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5 am every morning. The most annoying alarm going off every. Single. Morning.

No snooze either. Your roommate wouldn’t let you.

“Y/N! Wakey wakey!” He screamed from the hallway of your apartment. 

How could he be such a morning person? He was 22 and being trained to death for some secret agent organization or whatever. Well again, so were you.

When Raccoon City went down, the same thing happened to your city, which was a small bit away from Raccoon. You were the sole survivor. You and Leon were both recruited and became partners. Due to training a lot and getting along, you chose to live together. It’s not like you had anywhere else to be, your home was gone, and you needed a new place to stay near the training grounds. It had been one year of you two living together. It may be chaotic, but if it weren’t for him and if it weren’t for you, who knows where you two would be? Depressed? Suicidal? Dead? You were all each other had.

“Yeah, yeah, I know!” You shouted in response, jumping out of bed quickly. You put on some socks and slippers and left your room and made a path to the bathroom. 

The door was closed, so you knocked. “Ocupado!” Leon spoke from the other side of the door.

“Hurry up, I need to brush my teeth!” 

Soon after, you heard a flush and the sink turned on. Then, the door opened. “It’s fine, I just needed to piss,” He smiled at you and stepped aside, letting you in. “I gotta brush my teeth too, so you have to deal with me.”

“Fine, fine,” You agreed, squeezing to the left side of the sink while Leon went to the right. You both grabbed your toothbrushes, then Leon reached for the toothpaste to put some on your brush and his. “Whoever finishes first doesn’t have to make breakfast,” You challenged, immediately starting to brush your teeth after.

“That’s not fair!” He squeaked, quickly getting to brush his teeth. 

You won.

“Cook!” You bumped him, rinsing your mouth and putting your toothbrush away. Walking out of your room, you hear Leon finish and catch up to you.

“Take your meds, dumbass,” Leon elbowed you in the side. “Can’t have you crying at the training grounds,” He chuckled with a wink and sped up his pace to get to the kitchen to avoid the backlash.

“Oh, shut up! That’s not how it works!”

“Just swallow them, gobble them already!” You heard him laugh from the kitchen while you walked back into your room to both take your meds and get dressed.

You got into the standard training clothing that was provided for you and some running shoes. Once finished with all you needed in your room, you quickly exited and rushed to the kitchen.

“It’s 5:30, hurry up and eat or else we’ll be late,” Leon spoke, putting a plate of eggs and toast in front of you. “I’d rather not have to do non-stop fights until I win 5 in a row again. Some were fucking knife fights. I’ve been here for a year, jesus fucking christ,” He complained while he sped through eating his food.

“Hey, I had to do agility training for 8 fucking hours straight! If I failed a chase, I’d have to start from the start and lose all of my progress,” You groaned and took a bite out of your toast. “They’re trying to get is fucking killed.”

“I guess that’s to help us survive in whatever… else happens to us,” Leon sighed. 

You could tell he was thinking back to Raccoon City. His face had dropped and he had gotten quiet. It was times like these that you knew you two needed each other here. “Don’t worry, one day I’m sure you’ll be able to beat the shit out of Krauser, and it’ll be the most satisfying moment of your life.” You chuckled and hoped to bring the smile back to his face.

Leon let out an amused huff. “Yeah right,” The smile slightly returned. That was all you needed.

You stood up to go to the fridge for some milk, but once you opened it, there was no milk. “Leon, did you drink all the milk?” You turned to him in annoyance. He looked away and pretended to not hear you. “You’re paying for the next gallon!” He leaned back in his chair and groaned in response.

“Oh fuck, we gotta go. Traffic is being shit right now according to the news,” Leon stuffed down the last of his eggs, standing up and rushing to his room to get dressed.

You grabbed your bag that sat by the front door that you had already put fresh water and spare clothes in and waited for Leon. “If you don’t hurry up, I’m leaving without you!” 

When you finished your sentence you saw Leon rushing from his room basically hopping on one foot while he tried to slip on his other shoe. “Hold the fuck on, geez!” He finally got the shoe on, grabbed his bag by the door, and the hung up car keys. “Got everything?”

You saluted him. “Yes, Agent Kennedy.”

“Oh, shut up,” He chuckled, opening the door and letting you out first as he quickly followed behind you. 

It wasn’t perfect living that way. Knowing what you were doing for a living, being forced into this, having to go through what you two went through. But without each other, that light in your eyes would have faded a long time ago. You weren’t sure how long that light would stay there, knowing it was fading day by day, but you knew with Leon by your side it would take a bit longer. And he knew that with you by his side, he’d have more hope to hold on to.

It had hurt to say goodbye to all your friends, all of them had met their tragic ends. All the people you wanted to save, and with every passing day you felt that survivor's guilt and the feeling of missing them all. 

For them, you didn’t want to lose this fight. But you couldn’t do it alone.

You two needed each other, to save the light behind your eyes.

[xsapphirescrollsx]

Sol

Written: June 22 2020

AU: Sunshine/The Martian crossover, set in Sunshine. Honestly it’s just an excuse to put these two together in a fic cause I love both of these movies. James Mace (Chris Evans) and Chris Beck (Sebastian Stan). You don’t necessarily need to have seen either of them. But it’s totally recommended

Pairing: James Mace x Black Reader x Chris Beck

Summary: Takes place during the events of the movie Sunshine. Icarus II has failed to deliver the bomb to reignite the Sun. The reader meets James Mace, and his best friend Chris Beck.

The repurposed mall, The Fire Pit, was crowded tonight. Even more so, the bar within was more of a community drinking spot than the sports tavern it was currently decorated as. In the far corner, away from more people wandering in, were two men. One sat chomping on a toothpick, laid back in the uncomfortable wooden chair with his long legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles. Blue eyes honed on the television softly reciting the news for the third time today. The other, a brunette, was held up by the smooth table nursing his drink as he carefully glanced from his friend back to the television.

Another batch of crops had successfully been harvested from underground farms. Along with the possibility of feeding the masses, news rolled in about the unusual amount of snow the Sahara Desert had received. James leaned forward, elbows on the tops of his knees as his eyes drifted to the floor and his spirit commanded that the Sun wait just a few more seconds. 

It had to work, he thought. James looked back up to the monitor in time to see the scroll at the bottom of the presenter. The woman’s face paused mid sentence as she received instructions through her ear piece.

“No!” a woman yelled from behind him.

James’ mind went blank as he read the scroll, this time without interruption. Chris Beck put down his drink and bumped his knuckles into James’ shoulder.

“Christ.” hissed Chris.

Icarus I had failed to deliver the package.

James felt a warmth near him. Not his half-buzzed best friend Chris, but another, closer.  He pried his eyes off the monitor to see a woman slowly staring at the news as she walked. She wasn’t watching her footing, nor paying much mind to the fact she was about to drop a tray full of empty glasses on top of him. 

He grabbed her wrist gently and stood. “Easy there.” he said. 

She turned to him, eyes wide with her lips slightly parted in shock. He looked over this stranger and decided to help her instead of hearing her process the concerning news.

“Let me get this for you,” he softly implored. James glanced back at Chris with concern. He then turned back to you and gently took the tray.  “Show me where it goes? Come on,” he added while jerking his head to the double doors at the back of the bar.

You nodded, still dazed about the news and began to walk, James followed. Passing through the silent crowd dotted with the occasional curse you didn’t bother to look, you concentrated on the exit.

You swung open the double doors, never looking back at the man who had relieved you of the burden. You strode over to the sink, hunched over and wretched into the silver basin. Quickly you grabbed at the dangling, high pressure faucet and swept away any evidence of your troubles.

“You okay?” said the man, sitting the tray down near the sink. 

Deep in thoughts about the end of the world, you jumped at his voice and then leaned back against the sink. He turned his head back to the double doors still swinging slightly before he spoke again. “It’s a lot to take in.” he said, looking back at you.

“It’s over. The world..it’s over…” you started to breathe heavy. “..we’re all going to freeze to death..I-”

“Hey,” the man walked over to you, crossing the grimy kitchen floor. “It’s not over until every plan has been used.”

You grabbed at your chest praying that your heart would return to a normal pace, but it didn’t. Squeezing your eyes tight you thought of the Sun. You remembered the hottest summer, how the rays beat down upon the land and your skin. The warmth of the memory spilled into the sensation of two hands on your arms.

“I’m James,” he said under his breath. You responded by lifting your head. From under the brim of his cap your watery eyes met his. “ James Mace. And I’m the engineer for Icarus II.”

2054 

James committed to being on time for once. He passed stores turned into spots for cold travelers to grab food and heat. He ignored the smells of food, roaring fires and the voices of people raised in song in a few of the old stores. 

He wanted to see you. He had even dreamed of you the night before. Of course he would never tell you what it was. He kept the memory of you dressed in a wedding dress private. Besides, who gets married at a time like this anyway? He wanted the sun to shine upon your skin, see the rays play through your curls, and enjoy the heat soaking into you with his lips pressed to yours. 

Chris bumped his shoulder as James stopped short of walking into the book shop turned miniature library. He was off in his thoughts again, Chris took note and pointed at you through the large window. 

Your new gig, one where you felt that some good was being done, James watched you mouth the words to the book you held in your hands. Children sat gathered around, on the floor as you read in hushed tones with animated gestures. 

Chris stuffed his hands in his pockets and walked a few steps forward. He too watched you, smitten with the kindness in your eyes and the ease you had when dealing with the young. He was glad there were still people on this ice cold planet still capable of warmth.

The two men made their way into the library, Chris broke off toward the old travel section he frequented often when he came here. James, lingered by the door as he gradually wound around toward the sound of your voice.

“Goldilocks ran down the stairs, opened the door, and ran away into the forest. She never returned to the home of the three bears.”

You shut the book and stared at the faces of the children. And with a kind smile, and then crinkled your nose playfully. “Was it a good one?” you asked.

Toboggans bobbed back and forth with muffled gloved clapping from the kids. Their parents came to collect them one by one as you began to pick up the blankets from the floor. 

A few kids lingered, taking their pick of the slices of dehydrated apples, peaches, and each took a handful of  raisins. James glanced at them before his eyes landed on you. Bundled up tight he could still see your curves, a smile twitched at the corner of his lips as he remembered the warmth of your legs around his hips.

“Finished for the day?” he asked. James stood behind, wrapped his arms around your waist as you tossed the last folded blanket on to the pile. “Ya.” you said shortly and then leaned back in his hold. 

Four years in and he still had the best hugs, you thought while your fingers caressed the tops of his hands. James turned you around and held your cheeks in the palms of his warm hands. He smelled like ozone and a mix of sweat and technology that engulfed your sense of smell. You didn’t mind. It was almost a comfort by this point. 

James brought his lips to yours as he smiled. 

“Wanna grab a bite?” he mumbled, and pulled back.

Chris rounded the corner holding a floppy magazine with the mountains sprawled across it. “I’m taking this.” he said while waving it shortly in the air. 

“I think some of the back-up crew would get a kick out of it.” he continued. He flipped through it while walking towards both you and James. 

“There’s a whole article about hiking. God, I haven’t been around a tree that wasn’t covered in snow in--” he paused and looked at James. “Well, forever..”

 “You’re going to make them sad with that.” you said and stepped away from James to finish picking up the small pillows. “Nobody wants to be reminded about what was..” 

“Maybe,” added Chris, who joined you in helping with the pillows. “But it helps to remember why we are doing this. Right?” he asked. Chris dropped the magazine on the table near you. 

“The crew will see it and they’ll think about it.” he continued. 

You waved him off. “Is the grim reaper coming with us too?” you asked James with a crooked smile. 

“Hell, no.” Chris laughed and scooped up the magazine. “I got a date.” He started walking slowly backwards. “Besides, I hear this one is going to cook for you.” He made a cutting motion at the base of his neck. 

“Don’t eat it if it’s that re-hydrated pork roast.” he said with a chuckle. “Shit is like eating a boot.”

James’ didn’t try to excuse his cooking. He just grabbed your hand while the two of you followed Chris out of the library.

It was a given that James would be the one to initiate the inevitable. After the bust that was dinner, he pressed in toward you, across a palette of blankets to kiss you. He ignored the sliced bread, jar of peanut butter as he held you close. “You’re a terrible cook.” you giggled and struggled to finish the bit in your mouth.

James snuggled in closer next to you and pulled the half eaten sandwich out of your hand. “You ate something didn’t you?” Slick and adept, his fingers angled down the front of your leggings.

“You’re an engineer!” you yelped and then sank back into the pile of pillows. “Aren’t--” you gasped as his fingers rubbed quickly over your clit. “..you supposed to be great at figuring out how shit works?”

James’ swished the plates along with the jar and bread out of the way with his leg. He managed to shuffle off his shirt with only a few seconds of pause from swirling around your core. James’ pushed up your shirt and pulled down one side of your bra. 

“I know how you work,” he whispered and sucked up one of your nipples. James’ hand left your slit as he maneuvered himself between your legs. He slid off the leggings in one motion, urgently he leaned forward and removed your sweater and shirt. 

The heaters in the apartment blasted but still there was cold, seeping in from below and above, you shivered. James’ took notice and while pulling off the rest of his clothes he grabbed the thick, thermal blanket. He floated back on top of you, surrounding you and him with the heavy quilt. 

“Better?” he asked with a drawl in his pitch, and without waiting for your answer he was inside of you. 

Spreading your legs high and wide James settled into a thumping pace. Propped up on his elbows, he wrapped his hands around the back of your neck and pushed in deeper. Your small whimpers were swallowed and devoured by his mouth. 

“I want you full of me,” he strained. “I want to see your curves filled out with what I did to you…” A little piece of me, he thought and held your neck tighter.

Your eyes blinked open and languidly stared at him. He was gazing at you, watching your reaction as you unwillingly tightened around the length of his cock. James’ hissed under his breath and kissed you again. This time harder, with his tongue tasting the rim of your lips. 

Sweating the days worries away James smacked his hips rougher against your body. Something inside wanted it as much as he did, part of you hesitated and it showed. You pushed up on the sides of his ribs but he did not budge. The rubbing of him on top of your clit tipped you toward bliss and as you resisted the very thought of bringing a child into this world you let go too. 

James ducked his head close to the side of your face, he sucked and kissed your ear and on your moan he came inside of you.  And when he finally slacked off, giving you and him the bit of space needed to recover he smiled on a sigh. 

“What was that about?” you asked breathlessly. “I’m on birth control.”

James didn’t turn his head, his eyes lids hung heavy as his breath settled. “Doesn’t hurt to imagine,” he whispered. 

Nov. 2055

James slipped his finger tips to the small of your back. He pressed them in and leaned over giving you a quick peck on the head. He rushed out of the kitchen leaving you with a confused look in your eyes. That was, until you saw Chris stepping through the front door.

“Hey,” he called lightly and shut the door behind him. He removed his scarf, toboggan, and began to pull off his thick gloves. 

“What’s going on?” you asked as a sudden crash came from the area of the bed room. 

“Launch has been moved up.” yelled James. 

You placed the knife back on the kitchen counter. You didn’t look at Chris, instead you hurriedly rushed to the bed room. James was pulling out his box, the special container with all the things he wanted to bring with him on the mission. 

Tears pooled, and trickled down warm cheeks as you watched him rummage through it.

“This is it?” you asked. 

James did not stop, he pulled out a folder, flipped through mumbling to himself. You strode over and put your hand over the pages and pushed it back down into the box. 

“You can’t go.” you demanded softly. 

“Don’t--” James said, he lifted your hand and placed a kiss on the top. 

Proof, you thought, this was the confirmation that his single-minded, engineering brain was always focused on, instead of you. James’ closed the light plastic container and began to walk out of the room.

“James!” you pleaded. 

You could feel the swell of heartbreak growing inside the void in your soul. James halted, he put down the container and strode back up to you. 

“Don’t ask me to choose cause you know what I will pick.” said James.

You didn’t allow anymore tears after he spoke. He held your arms, bringing your body close to his. “This is our last shot.”

When you refused to hug him back he wrapped his arms around your shoulders. Ozone, smoke of the pellet stoves they used in the warehouse they trained in. That was his smell, that was what you soaked up and tried to find the words to tell him. 

He leaned down and kissed your temple, the top of your cheek and squeezed you harder.

“There’s no reason to believe this mission will not end in success.” James sounded more like he was talking to himself rather than you. He rubbed down your back and pressed another loving kiss to the side of your cheek. 

“We knew this was coming.” James said and pulled your face up to meet his. “Remember? It’s all set up so we can still talk to each other.”

You wanted to yell but your secret kept your nerves steady. 

James kissed you long and hard before letting you go and stepped back to get his container.  

Your voice puffed out to his back, “James, I’m pregnant.”

He turned around with sadness in his eyes and a steely firm stance as he stared at you. 

“The birth control...something about the temperature..effectiveness was compromised.”wringing your cold clammy hands you stepped closer. “I’m not the only one…” you tried to excuse it away, that it wasn’t your fault.

James glanced down your body, he sighed.

“I’m sorry.” he said regretfully. 

“Chris will be here. Anything you need, he’ll make sure you have it.”

James said nothing else, and he left you.

Feb. 2056

You come home, your apartment was tiny compared to James’ two room, government issue - but it worked. It was made even smaller by new baby stuff, Chris’s doing, still in boxes near the front door and spilling into the living room. You sat down with a large bowl of take-out to finally go through your messages for the day.

Encrypted Message: Mace. Flashed in neon green on your screen.

Before a second thought you clicked the message. The screen was flooded with his face, his eyes were highlighted to a deep blue by the teal backdrop. He was quiet for several seconds, just staring into the camera. His hair was shorter than you remembered, his face had maybe a days worth of stubble. Your eyes immediately filled with tears and sat down the container of broth.

“I hope you’re happy.” he said with a deep rumble. “I can’t stop thinking about you.” He finally blinked, he sat up and crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re, what- three, four months along now?”

James cracked a grin into the camera and you couldn’t help but do the same. “I guess my little pep talk helped that along.” his smile faded and only a sultry gaze remained.

You remembered his words, his passion..his desire to see you full. You nodded anyway knowing he couldn’t see.

“Along with this message my parents have received one about you.” said James. The gaze was nearly wiped away with the seriousness that replaced it. “They will see you have everything that is intended for me. Rations, space to grow, heat will be yours. My place on this ship ensures your survival planet side regardless of the outcome of the mission.”

His eyes focused elsewhere off from the camera. He was thinking again you assumed. “Have I ever told you about the best day of my life?” he asked slower, softer. James smiled tenderly, just a thin upturn of his lips when he stared back at the camera. 

“The brain doc here asked me that, not too long ago. And I couldn’t really answer him cause it’s tied to a memory and a dream.” he said and slouched down in the chair. 

“You’re in it.” His eyes drifted once again. “You were in the bath and I came in.”

This time you smiled big, remembering. 

“You flooded the bath-” you said mimicking his words.

“I flooded the bathroom, completely. And the water splashed up and over the top of the tub in these giant waves.” He held his hands up, gesturing a wave until he slammed on the tops of his thighs.

“I thought, wow-- I thought if we were only at a beach. The sun beating down on us, so hot and the only thing we had to cool off with was the water.” The smile receded, he grew serious once more.  

“What a day that would have been.”

March 2056

James sat back in his bunk, pulled up the tablet from underneath his thigh and thanked the darkness he was alone for once. He activated it, waiting with bated breaths as he found four messages waiting for him. One of them was from his parents, another from Chris, and to his surprise the others were from you.

He listened to the one from his folks first, get the baggage out of the way, he thought as he listened. It was about how you wouldn’t listen. James smiled. They insisted you come live with them but you did not. It ended with his mother’s plea to get you into action. 

“Sounds about right.” he said to the dark and clicked on the second video. 

Chris seemed chipper, elated even. He spoke about you, that he was doing the best he could. But that you rarely allowed him to help. But that he still managed to squeeze in his presence from time to time. “I think you would do that, so I do too.” he said at the end of his message.

James selected your first message. Your lovely face filled the screen with a smile. But behind you he could tell it wasn’t your apartment that he remembered. He pressed play.

“Hi James.” you smiled shyly. “I accepted your Trust account. I was able to get us into the government facility close to the base. Your parents were not happy.” You bit your lip as you spoke, God, he missed watching you do that.

“I’m -” you said and stood up in front of the camera. James' smile faltered as your stomach came into view. “I’m about five months along now.” you cupped your stomach and then gently rubbed it. 

Suddenly you bent over to grab something off screen long enough for him to get a shot down your shirt. Damn, he missed that too. 

When you stood up, there was an image in your hand. You held it over your stomach. It was a 3D scan.

“Perfectly healthy.” you said off camera. You sat back down and stared into him. “A perfectly healthy little boy.”

June 2056

The pylon was finally repaired. Two months worth of messages filled James’ feed. He scrolled through the subject lines. More of them were from his folks and Chris than you. What started out with pleasantries soon turned urgent, with the last one reading “HE’S HERE!”

James skipped all the way down to your latest, which would be the newest. He needed the news, he craved to hear that all was okay. 

Your face was there, smiling. You pulled back the tablet you were recording from and slowly a bundle laying near you in bed was revealed. 

“Say hello to your Daddy, James.” you said quietly down to the infant. James’ eyes blurred with unshed tears as he stared at his son. But it was interrupted when the recording suddenly became choppy. The image spun around and Chris’ face was there, he was smiling hard.

“Good, he doesn’t look a thing like you.” he clipped off, and James huffed out a chuckle. 

And as he watched Chris slide into the other side of the bed he was hit with the familiarity of your smile towards him. Insecurity punched at his gut as Chris leaned down and kissed his son’s head. 

James wished he was there.

2057

James stared at his image on the screen in front of him. Unkempt wild dark blond strands covered his forehead that met the long beard he had allowed to take over the lower half of his face. 

After waiting an hour for his crew-mate to finish he was glad to finally get into the booth to record. God damned Capa, thought James. This would be the last message before the final leg of their mission to reignite the Sun. 

James blinked a few times, he thought carefully about what he wanted to say. He wanted it to be meaningful, something lasting. 

“This is it.” he said in a commanding tone, and then promptly sighed. The energy to keep up the image of a good astronaut dwindled. He looked away from the camera. That wasn’t it, he thought. He rubbed his eyebrows, he sighed again and sat up in the chair.

“Hey. In this first part, it’s for my parents. I’m here, doing my duty in any way I can to help our world. We might not get another chance to send a message. Thank you for always believing in me.”

His eyes fell to the flashing recording dot just under the small monitor. He crossed his arms over his chest. A couple of fingers rubbed across his lips as he thought of the next words he was about to say.

“James,” he said quietly and for the first time, in a long time he heard the hum of the ship as he spoke. “I love you son. I never thought I would say that, to anyone. I have a son..”

It was so quiet, and yet the low vibration nearly shook him to his core. He looked back into the camera and he thought of you. 

“I love you. Think of me every now and again...”

Before emotions could really set in, James leaned forward to cut off the recording. His eyes fixed on the pending screen as it rolled through procedure to send out his package. In big bold red letters: Failed flashed over his file. 

Fuckin’ Capa.

2057

Baby James played in his pin with the little light the afternoon Sun could offer. Chris was there, you were grateful for this small comfort. You would have to be strong today. And he gave you an added source to pull from.

“They said a message would come today,” You clicked through the tablet again refreshing the application two more times. “I don’t understand, Chris.”

“Listen. They’re too close to the Sun,” Chris gently pulled the tablet out of your hands and placed it on the small dining room table. 

“But today is the day..” you began but he didn’t bother to check the feed again. Chris put his hand on your shoulder as he looked back at you. 

“The physics are an unknown event. There’s no telling what will happen, or what has happened.”

“But the dead zone, they’re in it. Where is his message, Chris? The agency said they would have-”

Chris forced you to turn away from the tablet. He was there, frankly because he knew the chances of James never coming back was a big possibility. He had taken care with both your mind and your spirit. Sixteen months, he had watched you grow from a scared mother to be to a capable parent. Maybe he had stayed too long some nights. Other days he was careful not to linger. But recently he hardly bothered to cover up the concern he had, or in expressing it.

And now, watching the last vestige of hope drain from your eyes it was a bittersweet moment. Chris caressed your cheek with the back of his hand and pulled you into his arms. 

Your kind voice came up low, and desperately sad. “Chris?” you asked, but he just held you tighter.

“You aren’t alone. You know that.” Chris pulled you away and met your eyes. “You won’t ever be alone, okay?”

Maybe you weren’t strong. Tears rolled from your eyes as you shut them. 

“Look at me.” he insisted, and you obliged. Chris thumbed away the streaks of wetness.

The conviction in his voice caused more to fall. “I’m not leaving you.” 

“I love you.” his voice rasped, gently. 

Chris leaned in, his warm lips touched the brininess of yours testing the possibility. A shuddered gasp trembled from your lips as you returned the kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck while his hands traveled to your rib-cage. Bursts of color erupted behind shuddered lids. Your imagination? 

But the colors fell away as you opened your eyes. Chris was enveloped in light, breaking the kiss you turned toward your son. Behind him the windows shone bright in a heavenly soulful glow. 

The sun was reignited.

[antisocialwritingx]

May I request something with Chris evans where you are an actress and you get brought up in an interview and chris admits to having a crush on you

I’ve Got The Hots For You Too

Pairing: Chris Evans x Actress!Reader

Summary: A year ago Chris confessed how he’s got the hots for you on Jimmy Fallon. Just when he thought you would never see that video, Jimmy decides to stir the pot between you two.

Warning(s): Fluff, Chris being embarrassed, Jimmy being a menace. Italics are from the past.

A/N: This was a request from a lovely person! I am so sorry I have not been able to complete these requests from you guys! My tumblr was down, then I went on vacation, and I just got my wisdom teeth out but I am trying to write as much as possible. Love you all lots!

Word Count: 1.3 K

𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘺: @firefly-graphics

You were never one to really indulge in social media and such. Sure you had social media, but you only ever used it when your manager made you post for a movie, or when you posted a random picture of something. Even then you rarely even posted because well, you only really used social media to look at Chris Evans.

Can anyone blame you? The man is a grade-A hottie and a total sweetheart. Even though you’ve never been able to meet this man in person, you just knew that he was something special.

And well, unbeknownst to you, Chris thought the same thing about you, except he’s made it publicly known.

When you had found out that you were going to be doing an interview with Chris Evans on the Jimmy Fallon Show, your manager almost sued you for hearing loss.

“Jesus christ child! Just squeal a little louder would’a?” Simone asked, a scowl on her face as she clutched her ears in pain.

“I’m sorry! I’m just- You know I’ve been like-”

“Been like in love with him since forever, I know I get it. I think the whole goddamn world gets it now.” She muttered, a small smile on her lips.

“Please tell me how you landed this?” You ask, not so gracefully plopping yourself down on the couch across from your manager.

“Well both of your movies are gonna be premiering soon, his manager thought it was a good idea, I thought it was a good idea, Jimmy had two openings, bam. That’s how it’s done.” She said, leaning back in her seat with a happy smirk on her face.

“And before you say anything, I’ve already called the fruit basket company you use so damn much to send both Jimmy and Chris’s manager a fruit basket.” Simone finishes, a small heat making its way onto your face due to the fact of how well your manager knew you.

“Oh god what am I gonna wear Sim? What if I make a fool of myself? You know me and you know I make a fool of myself all the damn time! God he’s gonna think I’m so weird!” You rant, feeling the anxiety of meeting Chris already creeping up on you.

“Y/N calm down okay kid? You’re scaring yourself and you haven’t even met him yet! Just take a deep breath and relax, your outfit is always taken care of before you can even worry about it. Plus just be yourself when you see him okay? You’re a super loveable person so if he doesn’t see that then he’s not the one for you.” Simone spoke, calming you down and hugging you close to her.

Sighing to yourself, you hug your manager back.

Both of you talk for a bit more before Simone leaves for the night, not before telling you to drink a glass of wine to unwind.

The day had finally come for the interview and you were a nervous wreck.

Obviously you were trying your best not to focus on it, but as the clock got closer and closer to time, the higher your anxiety went.

Shaking out your nerves and taking a large sip of water, you try to shake out the nerves in your system.

“Alright you’ll be on in about 10 minutes, Chris still has a little bit to himself okay? Just try and relax, you’ve done this before so just think of it as a normal day.” Simone tells you, glancing over you to make sure you looked your best.

You nodded and sighed, sitting down on the couch in your little room to watch what was left of Chris’s segment to himself.

On the TV it shows Chris and Jimmy, Chris laughing at something Jimmy just said.

“So, Chris.” Jimmy stated, leaning over his table towards Chris.

“Yes, Jimmy.” Chris responded, rubbing his beard with his large hands.

“You and I both know who the next guest to join you tonight is, and you and I both remember what you said last year, yes?” Jimmy asked, a smirk on his face.

You look at your manager confused and she just looks at you and shrugged.

Looking back towards the TV you see Chris with a look of dread on his face.

“Jimmy, you don’t have to do this to me man. We’re friends right?” Chris nervously laughed, rubbing his hands on his thighs in a nervous manner.

“Chris we are friends of course we are! However, I think this is the perfect opportunity for you to express yourself. So why don’t we just play the clip hm?” Jimmy announced, pointing towards a screen on his stage.

A clip of Chris on the show from a year ago appears up on the screen. 

“So Chris there’s been many rumors that you’ve been seeing someone. Is that true?” Jimmy asked, his head resting on his arm.

“Well Jimmy the only person I’m seeing is Dodger in my house.” Chris joked, laughter breaking out in the crowd.

“No but in all seriousness I’m not seeing anyone, but I do have eyes for someone right now. Kinda like a celebrity crush if you will.” Chris finished, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Chris Evans has the hots for someone? Do spill.” Jimmy finished, itching to find out who it was.

Laughing lightly Chris looked around the crowd before saying, 

“You guys promise to not tell her?”

‘Yes’ and ‘yeah’ chiming throughout the crowd as they reply to Chris.

“Well, I guess you could say I got the hots for Y/N L/N.”

As the clip ends a warmth makes its way onto your face. Before you could even say anything to your manager the crew members were calling you to start getting ready to appear on stage.

When the camera focused back on Chris and Jimmy, you could tell Chris was blushing from the way his face and neck flushed pink.

Laughing nervously, Chris grabs the collar of his shirt and pulls lightly.

“Well now that we’ve gotten that out in the air, ladies and gentlemen please welcome the starring actress in the newest Netflix series, Y/N L/N!” Jimmy announced, the crowd cheering for you as you enter with a bright smile and wave.

You walk towards Jimmy and give him a quick hug, letting go and moving to hug a very red Chris.

As the crowd calms down and you all sit back down Jimmy turns his head towards you with a cheeky smile on his face.

“So Y/N, how has your night been so far? Have you met Chris?” He asked, the cheeky smile growing on his face.

You turn to Chris before responding, “I have not fully met Chris, but there is one thing I want to tell him.”

“And what is that?” Jimmy asked him, Chris, and the whole crowd focused on you.

You lean yourself slightly closer to Chris, a smirk evident on your face.

“I’ve got the hots for you too.”

[starryevermore]

misfortune grimaces at the meek ✧ chris evans

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request: i don't know if this will be angst enough for you but... evans, second time trying relationship out with original character (is the lead singer in a band), first time he kept on assuming she was cheating with guitarrist (fans ship it) and was a bit abusive towards her, leaving emotional scars and such. they found each other once again years later, he finds out that in the middle of the first break up she had a miscarrage then idk what else… - anon 

pairing: chris evans x singer!fem!reader

summary: chris only had one real regret. 

word count: 1,785

warnings?: angst, (false) cheating allegations, discussion of miscarriage, not proofread

note: went slightly off the request, but i think it still follows the basic spirit of it lol  

Breaking up with you was, perhaps, one of the stupidest things Chris had ever done. And, look, Chris was aware of his party phase. Hell, even outside of his party phase, in his childhood, he’d done a lot of stupid things. For Christ’s sake, he busted his brother’s head open on accident! Look, the point is: Chris knew he’d done a lot of stupid things. But a lot of those things didn’t still haunt him to do this day. A lot of those things were fun anecdotes, something he might pull out in a Jimmy Fallon interview or vaguely hint at in a press junket if he was feeling so bold. Breaking up with you though…That was easily his biggest regret. 

You had been amazing. You were still amazing. He was the one who fucked everything up. Chris had gone and let his insecurities burrow under his skin, eat him from the inside out, until all that was left was a husk of a man. He knew he could trust you. Really, truly, he did. You had never given him any indication otherwise. If anything, you’d done the opposite. You were fiercely loyal. You would never do anything to hurt him in that way.

It’s just…Your bandmate—Logan. He was the guitarist in your band, and the two of you were as thick as thieves. You’d been childhood friends and, when you were in high school, you both decided to start a band. It had gone over incredibly well. And, of course, with great fame came great shipping. 

It was easy to laugh about in the beginning of the relationship. It had seemed so ridiculous to Chris that your fans thought you and Logan were dating. Especially once you and Chris went public with your relationship, it seemed silly that people thought you could be dating anyone else. Chris had his insecurities, sure, but that didn’t extend to how you felt about him. Until it did. 

The longer the two of you dated, the more he began to see that maybe, just maybe, your fans had a point. You and Logan were always together. The pair of you wrote nearly all of the band’s songs together. You would go help him at the drop of a hat. Logan always seemed to be dropping by your apartment, and he would long overstay his welcome when it was made clear that Chris had been hoping for some alone time with you. Even when you tried to set boundaries with Logan, he still pushed through. 

Chris tried to look past it. He knew you loved him. He knew you didn’t think of Logan as anything other than a friend and bandmate. Hell, he knew Logan didn’t think of you as anything other than a friend and bandmate. But that green-eyed monster…It sure is a bitch. 

He played the scene in his head over and over again. Trying to find the moment he threw it all away. Trying to figure out why he let the insecurities eat at him. Trying to figure out why he didn’t just talk to you. You were such an understanding person. You would’ve tried to comfort him, explain to him that you only loved him. But he already knew that, and it hadn’t done anything to stop him. And so, he ruined it all.

You had just gotten back from tour. Chris had planned on surprising you with dinner. But when you got to your apartment, you said you were exhausted, that Logan had kept you up the entire flight back to LA, pestering you about when you were going to get back to the recording studio, having already come up with a great concept for the next album. 

And, God, just hearing Logan’s name…he just snapped. 

Chris can’t exactly remember what he said, what you said. He just remembering you throwing all of his things at him, yelling for him to never talk to you again, that it was all over. He remembered stumbling out into the street, the anger finally melting off of him, realizing that he just made a horrible mistake. He almost turned and ran back to your door, falling to his knees, begging for forgiveness. But then you opened your window, chucking more of his things that you found at him, and he knew that you wouldn’t take him back. That you were done with him. 

That was three years ago. He hadn’t seen you since. At least, not in person. He’d seen pictures of you at award shows, saw edits of clips from your music videos and concerts. He’d read an article or two or twenty, trying to keep up with what you were doing. 

But now…Now he was seeing you for the first time, and Chris was trying his damned hardest to not lose his mind. He tried to be casual, only glancing your way every once in a while, trying to gauge whether it may be a good idea to speak to you or not. Whether you still (rightfully) held a grudge against him. 

Eventually, though, he had to bite the bullet. He had to at least try. Maybe then he would be satisfied, be able to put all of this aside. 

You stepped out onto the balcony, and he followed after you. When you leaned against the railing, he leaned beside of you. 

“Haven’t seen you in a while,” he decided to say. If you were upset with him, you gave no indication. “How’ve you been?”

“…Good,” you said. You turned to look at him, before looking back up at the moon. “Band’s decided to take a break. Everyone wanted to try out different things.”

He already knew that. He saw it in an article on Twitter—couldn’t believe his eyes. The band was at the height of your guy’s career. It was a strange move to back out now. 

“Yeah? What are you thinking of doing?”

You shrugged. “I suppose I should correct myself. Everyone else wanted to try out different things. I admit, I never saw it coming. But I suppose I’m really good at ignoring when things turn south.”

That was fair, but it still made Chris’s chest ache. “I’m sorry, for what I said back then. I should have talked to you about how I was feeling. I knew it was ridiculous at the time…I don’t know, I thought if I didn’t talk about it, it would just go away.”

“It is what it is. Can’t change the past.” You looked at him again, chewing on your lip. It almost looked like you had something to say, something right on the tip of your tongue. But then you turned away again, looking at the stars. “I suppose I should go back in. I’m supposed to be making connections in the acting world.”

“Oh? Is that what you’re planning on doing?”

“No. I don’t know what I’m doing. But my agent says that it’s a good idea to make nice with folks while there’s still a lot of intrigue surrounding me at the moment, you know?”

You started to walk away, brushing past him, but he couldn’t let you go. He just needed to say one more thing. 

“Wait. Before you go—” Chris said, throwing all caution to the wind. When you looked at him again, he said, “I love you. Every day, I wake up missing you. Every day, I wish that I hadn’t been so goddamn stupid. Every day, I want you in my arms again. Please, please, let me make this right.”

“Oh.”

“I wish I had a time machine. I wish I could go back and change things. I wish I could make things right. What you and I had—that’s once in a lifetime stuff. I can’t get you out of my mind. I can’t stop replaying the scenarios.” He took a deep breath. “Please, let me take you out to dinner. Just one more time. Please.”

You shook your head, looking away. It broke his heart, seeing how tears started to well up in your eyes. “I can’t. I can’t do this again.”

“Why not? Please, if you’re gonna say no, just tell me why.”

“Because you weren’t there,” you whispered. “And I know I can’t hold that against you. I shouldn’t hold that against you. I-I chose not to call. I chose to break up with you. I chose to not tell you when I-I got pregnant.”

“You were pregnant? With my kid? B-But I never saw anyone say anything—”

“I lost her,” you whispered. “Fuck, I don’t even know if it was a her, you know? But I always dreamed of having a little girl, and then it happened, and then it was gone and—”

You jerked away when he reached out to wipe away a tear streaking down your cheek. 

“Look. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you until now. That wasn’t fair to you. You deserved to know what we could’ve had, what we lost,” you said. “But dammit, Chris, you broke my fucking heart. I thought I was gonna spend the rest of my life with you. Then you said those things…I can’t get them out of my head. I can’t forget that. I can’t forget how much you hurt me, over nothing! And I can’t do that again. I can’t be scared that you’re gonna blow something like that out of proportion again and not even try to talk to me about it. I can’t. I refuse to. So, this is goodbye, Chris. For real this time. I don’t want to talk to you ever again. Okay?”

Chris looked down at his shoes, swallowing hard. “I-If you do consider taking up acting, I know of a couple movie musicals that are in the works. I can forward them to your agent. You know, if you decide to take up acting during this break. Might be a good way to dip your toe in.”

“I appreciate that. Thank you.”

“Have a good life, Y/N. I mean that.”

“I know you do. And the same goes for you, okay? I’ll always love you, but…I gotta put me first.”

“I understand. Goodbye.”

“Goodbye, Chris.”

As he watched you walk away, Chris knew that breaking up with you was, by far, the stupidest thing he had ever done. Chris had done a lot of stupid things in his lifetime. But nothing would ever haunt him quite like this. The other things…Those were funny stories to pull out at interviews. But this? This was something that would never leave him. This was something he would regret forever. 

And so it did.

[jamneuromain]

The Dining Room Chpt. 1

Chris Evans x You (Reader)

Sequel to The Banquet

Warning: Smut, 18+, Vaginal Fingering

Summary: It didn’t start with the Evans, Christopher’s family, as they are the kindest and most welcoming people you’ve ever met. No, the disaster started with one Evans, your beloved boyfriend, who, under the influence of alcohol, massaged your knee with his palm.

Notes: A very large thank you to Eclipness, who provided me with the inspiration of Chris fingering his girlfriend under the table. (And without her encouragement I wouldn't even write about RPF in the first place)

A hand creeps up your knee.

You know Chris is handsy, especially when he has some alcohol. But this would be a very inappropriate place where he gets handsy.

Very inappropriate.

He had his alcohol during the banquet. Of course, no one was truly eating, for fear that cameras might capture their accidental muffin top digesting food, so wine became a perfect option. Drink, then go to the bathroom, and no one will worry about pictures splashing across headlines tomorrow.

And wine it is.

Being his longtime girlfriend, you have already grown accustomed to his lingering (and handsy) touch. It is not a total surprise also, when he would pull you into a corner in the dark and fuck you real quick.

He led you into the bathroom tonight and pounded into you hard, stuffing your thong in his pocket afterward with a smug smile on his face.

You were fine. No, you were more than fine, having amazing sex and an amazing boyfriend. You were absolutely satisfied, until both of you dodged the afterparty and went to his parent’s house. Simply because you were starved and his mom promised she’s cooking your favorite pot roast.

That’s where the disaster, as you call it, started.

It didn’t start with the Evans, Christopher’s family, as they are the kindest and most welcoming people you’ve ever met. No, the disaster started with one Evans, your beloved boyfriend, who, under the influence of alcohol, massaged your knee with his palm.

You had finished your pot roast by then, sitting by the table, and Chris was having another glass of wine.

You haven’t changed your outfit. An ocean-blue one-piece you bought to match his ties. You love the little floral decorations on the side. And that split mid-thigh gave Chris plenty of chances to touch your skin under the table undetected.

And lift your dress to fuck you with ease. As was proven in the banquet bathroom.

A hand, HIS hand creeps up your knee.

It was okay. It was normal. No movement, which means he just puts his hand there. You too hold his hand sometimes, which was what couples do, right?

You smile at a story Scott tells about that time he went to a park to walk Dodger and take a small sip of your soda. That’s when you feel the hand on your knee squeeze your thigh.

Almost like a tickle.

His pinkie brushes your inner thigh and stops the second his sister asks him if he wants a refill. You assume he just wants to touch you. No big deal. He’s a little tipsy and he gets a little handsy. That’s the way Chris is. Plus, he’s not doing anything else, like-

Oh.

Ohhhh.

His hand glides up to meet your pelvic. His pinky dives into your mound and stays in your moist. You cross your legs instinctively, only to have another finger slide through and join his pinky. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST. Is that his fucking ring finger?

Groping your ass is one thing. But this? His parents are still by the table for heaven’s sake. You two have done a lot of “dangerous” things in the past, but him fingering you in front of his parents has never happened before.

You glance at him briefly. Unlike you, still wearing your one-piece, Chris has taken off his suit jacket, unbuttoned the top of his shirt and his tie hangs loosely around his neck. His hair now ruffled because he had woven his fingers through his hair a couple of times. And it looks fucking sexy pushed back like that. Chris has rolled up his sleeves and his forearm is on display. But you cannot tell whether it’s for fingering you or he’s simply warm drinking all the wine.

And that beard. Oh that beard.

Without that beard, he looks like a teenage boy living next door. When he has that beard, it makes you want to sit on his face and come repeatedly on his facial hair. (Yes, you’ve been there before. It was a pleasant ride.)

You gulped, sipping more soda to calm your nerves and your dripping pussy. Chris twitches his fingers, sending a smirk in your direction. That BASTARD definitely feels your wetness. You bite your lip and remain silent. You are not making noise by the table. Not in front of his parents.

Damn you Chris.

Though Your mind wanders off, his hand doesn’t, and clearly has a destination. Chris leans into you, his eyes still focusing on his siblings and parents, while his index finger and middle finger pries open your thigh, taking the place of two fingers prior, and sink down to reach your pussy. He traces your pussy lips and the juice brought out by his other two fingers and pushes his middle finger right into your tight channel.

You freeze. Every muscle in your body freezes. Every cell. Freezes. You might have pressed your channel because of that. And he chuckles.

The sheer audacity he has. To chuckle at a situation that he SINGLE-HANDEDLY created.

Pun intended.

You can only hope that no one by the dining table realizes there’s something off with the two of you, or worse, walks past and fucking SEES what you are up to. Even the long table cloth dangling from the dining table cannot guarantee your “safety”, if someone drops their fork and decides to snatch it under the table.

However, you have to admit, at this very second, you are on edge. On the edge of bursting your orgasm right by the table, or biting his bicep to muffle your scream, since it makes you a lot more nervous and a lot more sensitive being fingered in public. Your pussy is quivering, weeping, you might say, soaking his fingers. You have no choice but to swallow your whimper by bringing your soda to your mouth.

You are trying to drink your bubbly beverage when Chris curls his finger, digging into your G-spot and your sensitive bundle of nerves at the same time – mind you, you had two orgasms in that banquet bathroom – making you choke on the spot. You snatch your napkin and feign your moan-to-be into coughing.

“Are you alright?” Chris’ mom, Lisa, called out your name and asked you with concern.

“ ’M okay.” You reply with difficulty, not because you try to act like you just choked, but because of his finger knuckles deep in your pussy, massaging your velvet walls.

“I think she might have a little sore throat.” Chris makes sure you “cough” some more, a fake concern on his face. This BASTARD knows the exact reason behind your coughing and intends to keep it to himself. Yeah, sore throat, very funny, as if you asked for that before you choked down his girth in the banquet bathroom. You can still taste cum on your tongue.

A final swirl of his finger makes your pussy spasm with his finger inside you. You muffle your sounds with a napkin you pressed against your mouth. God knows how much restraint you used not to scream in front of his family members.

You sit up with watery eyes, due to the orgasm instead of coughing, explaining how you choked up a bit. Thankfully, the Evans are just worried about your health, and your acting appears to be greatly improved as they nod and believe you. Chris pulls out his fingers quietly, hiding them behind his napkin to lick the glistening juice on the middle finger.

His lop-sided smile and the show he put on for you churn your belly, forming another tight coil.

You shoot him a glare and hurry off to the bathroom.

Choice 1: Go to bed-Chapter 2

Choice 2: Dining Table-Chapter 3