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libraryofloveletters · 4 years ago

Note

buck x fem reader work together / secretly dating but they act like they hate each other and the team doesn’t know. reader is also bobby’s daughter (or niece up to you) and scared of his reaction (prompts 17, 37, 42, 81)

Unconventional

Evan Buckley x Reader

Prompts: #17: “We shouldn’t be doing this”, #37: “Uh why is your shirt inside out?”, #42: “I love you”, #81: “I can explain”

Warnings: fem!reader, worrying, vulgar/suggestive comments (kinda but not really ?), suggested sexual content, a few swear words, kissing, mentions of hospitals, surgery and injuries.

Category: fluff with a lil angst

Word Count: 4.4k

Author's Note: I wrote it as bobby’s niece, it just made more sense :) hope you liked it!!

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Evan Buckley was a pain in your ass.

He had been since the day you met him. His annoyingly attractive face, his stupid pretty blue eyes and his smile, not to mention how sweet he was. You couldn't help but hate him. Not in the typical “I hate your guts and hope you fall down a flight of stairs” way but in the “god you’re gorgeous and I want to marry you” way.

Did you plan on liking the ridiculously attractive firefighter ? Most definitely not.

Were you also planning on dating him in secret ? Also a no.

Hence why you were sitting in his jeep on a Saturday at 3 in the morning. The two of you had gone on a date to this little restaurant outside of the city but everything that could go wrong kind of did go wrong.

Buck’s shift was supposed to end at 6 but they got a call last minute so he didn’t get home until 7:30. You called to push the reservation back and when he did pick you up, you got stuck in traffic. By the time the two of you got to the restaurant, it was 8:30 and the woman said she called to see if the two of you still needed the reservation but there was no answer (she didn’t call but neither of you were in the mood to argue) - Now it's 9 pm and the two of you still haven't had dinner. Venturing down the block, there was nowhere that seemed appealing. The night really began at some random mom and pop dinner you spotted by the beach. Deciding to have your own little dinner date on the beach, it was now 9:30. Buck had a blanket in the trunk (you didn’t ask why nor did you really wanna know) and you sat on the beach and had dinner. Time flew by, it was around 1 when the two of you began wondering what time it was.

The date was now prolonged by Buck’s craving for something sweet so once again, the two of you were on a hunt but for somewhere to go. He googled the closest ice cream parlour but most places were closed, he searched until he finally found a place that was 20 minutes away. It was totally worth the drive considering it was some of the best ice cream you've had in your life. Which now brought you to 2:20 in the morning, the two of you were still sitting on the hood on his jeep, a container of half eaten ice cream between you.

Buck looked over at you, a smile on his face. “Did you have fun ? despite, you know, all the shit that went wrong ?” you chuckled, “I did.” Buck had a shift at 11 so it was time for the night to come to an end. One of his hands held yours and the other on the wheel, you were staring out the window as the breeze blew by.

“Something on your mind babe?” Buck asked you, glancing over at you as you turned towards him.

“We shouldn’t be doing this” you mumbled, you didn’t want to end things with him but that didn’t mean that you didn’t have doubts about where this relationship was going. “What do you mean ?” he asks, his eyes on the road. “I mean how long are we going to hide this from everyone ?” your eyes back out the window, Buck sighed and the conversation dropped. There were a few minutes of silence and the tension filled the car, Buck finally spoke up “you were the one that didn’t want to say anything.” his voice came off a bit harsher than you expected, letting go of his hand, your body shifted towards the door and way from him. He noticed your change in emotion and seating.

“Babe, I'm sorry. It's just that you didn’t want to say anything and it’s entirely your choice. I get it but we can figure it out. One step at a time, okay ?” Buck looks over at you when he pulls into the parking lot. “Yeah, I know. It’s fine.” leaning over the console to press a kiss to his cheek. “Good night Buck, thank you for tonight” you give him a smile and get out of the jeep. Buck follows you, “let me walk you up,” he grabs your wrist, the two of you stopped in the middle of the parking lot. “That’s fine, I'll text you so you know I’m okay. You need to get home anyways, you have a shift and you need your sleep” shaking your head, you pull your hand away from him and head inside before he can ask again.

He was right, it was your choice not to say anything but you weren't sure how your uncle would react. This relationship wouldn't just affect your relationship with him but also his relationship with Buck. You didn’t- couldn't let Buck jeopardize his work life for his love life.

Shutting the door once you get into your apartment, you send a text to your boyfriend.

To Lover Boy Buck: I’m home, text me when you get home. Sleep well <3

From Lover Boy Buck: Just pulled in, goodnight babe

----

Athena’s birthday was on Saturday and Bobby had planned a surprise party for her. With a little help from May, things were in place.

Bobby had taken Athena out for lunch at some fancy cafe that was impossible to get into and then to see a play. While they were out, you headed over to their place to help May set up. Upon arriving, you saw that Hen was already there as was Buck.

“Good afternoon my loves!” you shout as you walk over to the kitchen. “I come with coffee” you hand a cup to May and the other to Hen, the two are thankful for the coffee as you had a shit ton of decorating to do and only a few hours to get it done. Buck leant against the wall by the kitchen entryway, “where's mine?” he asked which made you roll your eyes. “Didn’t know that you were gonna be here, no one invited you anyways.” you reply, sorting through the packages of balloons on the table, you toss one and it hits him square in the face.

“Ow!” he shouts, rubbing his cheek.

“Oh did I hurt you ?” you ask, pouting at him mockingly.

Considering the weird note that the two of you left on during your last date, plus not being able to see each other that week left things in a bit of a mess.

May and Hen exchange glances, “Buck, how about you help put up the banner in the backyard ?” she practically dragged Buck by the arm and into the yard. May was in the kitchen icing some cupcakes that she and Harry had made the night before when she called for you.

“Why don't you get along with Buck ? I don't know him all the well but he seems like a good guy” May pleads his case unintentionally.

He is a good guy

“Ever meet someone and you just don’t like them ?” you ask, she hums. “That’s me with Buck” is what came out instead.

“I get it.” she nodded, she began telling you about a guy in her chemistry class that just got on her nerves all the time. You excused yourself when the doorbell rang. Chim and Maddie had arrived right as Karen pulled into the driveway with Denny and Nia. You let everyone in and they began helping too. About an hour later, Eddie arrives with Chris and the cake. You take the cake from him so he can help Chris with his jacket.

“Buck!” you shout

“Yeah ba- yeah ?” he corrects himself last second. Your eyes widen at the word that almost slipped out of his mouth. No one seem to catch it except for Chim who gave you a weird look but you just brush it off.

“Take this, I need to change.” you hand the cake off to him and head to the bathroom to change into your dress. A few moments later, there was a knock on the bathroom door and then it opened.

“Hey! I'm chang- oh it’s just you” you mumble as he shuts the door. Buck’s back pressed up against the door. “Are you just gonna watch me or are you going to help me?” you turn, your back towards him now. Pulling your hair over your shoulder, you feel one of Buck’s hands on your waist and then the tug of the zipper.

“Must you always fight with me, y/n ?” he presses a kiss to your shoulder, his arms wrapping around your waist. “Must you always get on my nerves, Evan ?” you were looking back at him in the mirror, he flashed you a smile and nodded, a rather amused look on his face. “Yeah, it's kind of my job to irritate you” his arms loosen as you turn around to face him now, leaning back against the counter. “Well I guess then I have to fight with you” running your hand through his hair, he leans into you, his forehead against yours.

“You know, they say make love, not war” he whispers, his lips almost touching yours. A little chuckle slips past your lips, “is this your way of saying that we should stop fighting ?” you mumble as you press a kiss to his lips. Buck pulls you closer to him - which you didn’t even think was possible, “no, it’s my way of saying we should make love” he smiles against your lips as he lifts you up onto the counter and you let out an obnoxiously loud laugh. “Oops” a hand comes up to cover your mouth. Buck can't help but smile, you were adorable and all he wanted was to go out there and tell everyone that he’s in love with you, something he hadn't even told you yet, but at last, he could not.

“You’re cheesy, you know that right ?” looking up at him whilst you fiddled with the hem of his shirt. “If you want to fuck me, just say so” he tells you to which you reply “you're so vulgar Evan” while rolling your eyes.

“Oh I'll show you vulgar” he chuckles and pulls off his shirt, his hand reaching behind you to unzip your dress.

Buck left the bathroom first, the house had filled up within the 20 minutes the two of you were in the bathroom. He ran his hand through his hair in hopes to fix it from the tugging that just happened. As he stepped out into the backyard, his sister’s voice called out to him.

“Buck!” she walked over, “you’ve been so busy I haven't gotten a chance to say hi yet” she pulls her brother into a hug. Maddie’s face screws into a confused look. “Did you try a new body wash or something ?” she looks up at Buck, his brows furrow but he shakes his head. “Why?” he asks, “you smell like mint” she informs him.

You step out into the backyard, a tube of mint chapstick between your fingers, being applied to your lips. Buck’s eyes were on you, watching as the tube rubbed across your lips, his mind back to those lips were moments ago. Chimney’s voice caused him to pull his eyes away from you and onto him.

“Uh why is your shirt inside out?” Chim asks him, brows raised. Buck looks down and his shirt is on inside out, “uh, I- uh I had to change.” he says, hoping they’d believe him.

“You had that shirt on when we got here.” Chim had a puzzled look on his face.

“Oh Christopher is calling for me, excuse me” Buck walks off before they could say anything. He did indeed make his way over to Eddie and Chris, you were on the other side of the backyard when your phone chimed.

From Lover Boy Buck: Couldn't you have told me my shirt was on inside out?

To Lover Boy Buck: And how was I supposed to know that ? I didn’t have time to look at you

From Lover Boy Buck: Oh really ? You had plenty of time a few minutes ago

To Lover Boy Buck: Behave.

From Lover Boy Buck: Make me.

You roll your eyes at his comment, May coming out and shouting that they just pulled in. Everyone stood by the backdoors, waiting for Athena and Bobby to come in.

Athena had a blindfold on as Bobby led her down the stairs to the backyard. “I swear if you did somethin-” he undoes the blindfold mid sentence.

“Surprise!!” everyone shouts, Athena had a huge smile on her face. She turns to Bobby, “you did all this ?” he smiles but shakes his head, “I had some help” nodding towards May, Athena walked over to her daughter to give her a hug. Bobby and Athena went around to say hello to everyone, Bobby coming over to you and Eddie, Buck and Chris were sitting beside each other. “Hey” Bobby smiled at the two of you, “hey” you smiled back before you gave him a hug.

“What do I own you for today ?” he asks you

“Nothing at all, I'm glad I could help.”

“Are you sure kid ?”

“Yeah, I'm good. I’ll let you know if I need something uncle Bobby”

He smiles and goes off to talk to Chim and Maddie. Eddie switches places with Buck, Christopher showing his father the trick that Buck just showed him. “You’re good with kids” you tell him, “yeah, I know” he replies. “You're also an arrogant asshole but perspective I suppose.” Buck chuckled at your comment, watching as you walked away.

It was a while before you sat down for dinner, you were in the house with Bobby, helping him bring stuff out while everyone got seated. When you returned, there were two seats left. One at the head of the table, which was where your uncle was currently headed, leaving you no choice but to sit beside Buck. “Pass me the green bowl ?” he asks you, “no thanks” you reply nonchalantly. Bobby gives you a look, “y/n, pass him the bowl” you sighed and handed the bowl to Buck who was snickering. It took all of you not to smack this man in front of everyone.

A hand on your upper thigh startled you, you coughed and Eddie looked at you from across the table, his brows furrowed. Your hand comes down to rest on top of Buck’s. Chris followed his father’s look over to you, “are you okay y/n?” he asked you sweetly, you smiled at him. “I’m okay buddy, thank you for asking” Buck bit the inside of his cheek, holding back a smile. Oh how he wanted to kiss you right now, but again, he couldn't really do that, could he? He settled for holding your hand under the table like teenagers for now.

----

8 o'clock and you were supposed to be there 20 minutes ago. Bobby was probably there wondering where you were. You were supposed to be having dinner with your uncle tonight to tell him about you and Buck. Buck offered to tell him but you felt like it was only right for you to tell him.

You dialled the number but it rang out. You assumed he was still driving or maybe he was ruining late too. The phone rang while you searched for something to wear. It was Bobby.

“Hey!” you answer, “I'm gonna be a little late”

“Y/n, we’re gonna have to take a rain check on dinner.” Something was wrong, you could tell from the way he answered.

“Everything okay ? Are you still at work ?”

“I’m at the hospital.”

“What? Why? Are you okay ? Is it Athena ?”

“Athena and I are fine. It’s Buck, he’s in surgery right now. I don't think I'll be leaving anything soon. I’m sorry about dinner.”

Your heart dropped when he said it was Buck.

“Did anyone tell Maddie ? Do you want me to pick her up ?”

“It's alright, Chim went and got her. You don't have to come, we’re ok-”

“I’ll be there in 10 minutes”

Grabbing the keys, you’ve never run down the stairs so fast in your life. The whole drive over, it felt like the world was moving in slow motion. He’d still be in surgery when you arrived but you needed to know what happened.

I love you Evan Buckley.

The 5 words replaying in your head over and over again. The 5 words you hadn’t gotten the chance to say to him. The team plus Maddie and Athena were in the waiting room. Bobby came over and gave you a hug, “is he okay ? Did you guys hear anything ?” you ask as you sit beside Maddie. “Not yet” Bobby returns to his seat.

“Mads, I'm sorry” you gave her a hug, she gave you a small smile. “It’s okay. Buck’ll pull through. He always does.”

3 hours later and still nothing, he had been in surgery 2 hours prior to you arriving, bringing it to a total of 5 hours. Athena and Bobby left for a few minutes to see if they could get an update on him. You looked around the room, Eddie was leant against the wall, his legs on the chairs in front of him, Hen stood by the window on the phone with who you assumed was Karen. Chim’s arm was wrapped around Maddie, her head resting on his shoulder.

Bobby and Athena returned telling everyone that there was no update other than he was still in surgery. Your leg bounced as you waited, Bobby rested a hand on your knee when he sat back down.

“You okay kid ?”

“Mhm hm why ?”

“You only bounce your leg when you’re nervous. You’re sure you’re okay ?”

“Yeah, I'm gonna go get some coffee” you announce as you get up. If you spent another minute in that room, you were going to combust, you couldn't take it. “Does anyone want anything ?” there were a few mumbles of no but Eddie gets up and says he’ll come with you. The two of you walk down the hallway to the other end. Slipping a bill into the machine, it buzzes and then nothing. Eddie watches as you push the button a few times. Frustrated and tired, your hand smacks against the machine. A few nurses glare in your direction.

“Hey, go get some air okay ? I’ll get the coffee and meet you outside” Eddie’s hand on your back, leading you to the doors.

“Eddie, I'm fine”

“Y/n, go. You’ve been in here for a while and honestly, I could use the air too.”

Not in the mood to protest, you step outside. It was a little past 11 now, it was dark and cold out. Your back pressed up against the brick wall, the coldness seeping through your shirt. A hand running over your face in an attempt to wake you up, you sigh as the door opens.

“Here” Eddie handed you a mug that didn’t look like it came from a machine. The mug read “#1 nurse” on it and his says “world’s best mom” your brows furrow, looking at the man standing beside you. “I sweet talked one of the nurses, it's fine. I promised to return the mugs when we're done.” he says casually, making you smile. You had always enjoyed Eddie’s company, he didn’t ask questions or poke around in your life, he just lived in the moment.

“Cute shirt” he chuckles, looking down at the blue t-shirt you had on. You hadn't realized that you left wearing it. “Oh thanks” you mumble, taking a sip of coffee. “It’s Buck’s, isn't it?” he asks, you almost choked on the coffee.

“Wha- why would you ask me that ?”

“It reeks of his cologne,” Eddie chucked. “I’ve known for months, y/n. The two of you aren't as slick as you think.”

“Who else knows ?”

“No one that I know of, Chim has an idea but he hasn't said anything”

You hummed, looking out at the parking lot in front of you. “Does Bobby know ?” Eddie’s eyes practically burn into your side.

“I was going to tell him tonight.”

Eddie’s phone buzzed before he could say anything else. “Let’s go in, the doctors are out.” Eddie followed you into the building and back into the waiting room. The doctor has just stepped in, she glanced back at you and Eddie, “Are you here for Buckley as well ?”

“Yeah, how is he?” Eddie asks, the two of you step further into the room. “He’s stable as of now, we managed to stop the bleeding. He’s asleep but he’s got a long road ahead of him.” the doctor inform everyone, you watch as Maddie lets out a sigh, her hand squeezing Chim’s. “I can take someone in, if they’d like to go in” Chim let go of Maddie’s hand as she went to follow the doctor down the hall. Eddie could sense the change in body language, you were relaxed until Maddie stepped out with the doctor. His hand rests on your back again, “let’s sit down. You can go in after” he whispered to you. To anyone else in the room, it would look like something was happening between you and Eddie but he was just comforting you. There was nothing happening.

The person you were in love with was laying in a hospital bed at the other end of the hallway.

One by one, everyone went in to see him. Chim went in first, meeting Maddie in his room. When they return, they let everyone know he’s awake. Bobby and Athena are next, they go in for a few minutes. Hen was after them, you could hear them laughing from the other end of the hallway.

It was so good to hear him laugh.

You and Eddie went in last. Eddie sat beside his bed on the chair, he and Buck having a conversation. Eddie looked over at you, you were standing by the door. “I think I'll go call Chris and let him know you’re alright” Eddie pats Buck’s shoulder before stepping out the room.

Buck’s attention was now on you. “hey you” he mumbles, trying to shift into a sitting position. “Don’t move, you’ll rip your stitches.” you take a seat where Eddie was a few moments ago. Buck’s hand reaches for yours, although he was awake, his hand felt cold. Your hand rubbed against his, his eyes on you. Neither of you say anything to the other.

“I thought I lost you for a minute there.”

“You’ll never lose me, y/n” Buck’s hand squeezes yours.

“But I almost did and I hated every minute of it.” the tears welling up by your eyes, you blink a few times to get rid of them but instead a few slip down. Buck reaches up to wipe your tears, his hand cupping your cheek.

“All of this for me ?” he teases, “there was no need to worry, you know that, right?”

“You scared me you ass, don't do that” you sniffle, your hand wrapping around his wrist.

“Y/n, I need to tell you something” his eyes were on yours, now you were worried again. “Okay, what is-”

“I love you” he blurts out.

“Oh Buck” you breathe, the soft expression on his face changes to a worried one. “Oh god, I'm sor-” your hand comes up and covers his mouth.

“I love you too” you smile at him, you can feel him smile against your hand. Moving your hand to his cheek, “you do ?” he asks, you nod. “How can I not ?” Leaning out of the chair, your lips meet his. Your hand is still cupping his face and his hand lifting off the bed to meet your waist. Shifting from the chair to the bed, you sat beside Buck, your lips still on his.

“Excuse me?” someone clears their throat, Buck pulls away to look at who's by the door. Bobby stood in the doorway, his arms folded in front of him and a rather amused Athena beside him. Buck’s eyes widen, you look over your shoulder to see your uncle standing there.

“I can explain. Bobby I-” Buck starts, but Bobby cuts him off. “It’s okay Buck, I know.” he steps into the room.

“You do?” the two of you say at the same time, both of you looking at him. Bobby nods, “I might be old - well older than you two but I’m not dumb” he chuckles, “if anything, you two are the dumb ones for thinking I wouldn't know.” he says

“I was going to tell you at dinner”

“I figured as much, I also figured you’d want to be here when Buck woke up”

“Thank you for calling” you smile at him, he gives you a nod. “Everyone is heading home, are you going to stay with him ?”

You hum, your attention back on Buck. You could hear Athena and Bobby whispering in the back and then the door shuts. Buck shifts slightly on the bed, making space for you. Laying on your side, beside him, your finger traces over the words tattooed on his forearm. The world had come to a pause finally, the things around you didn’t matter right now. Everything you cared about was beside you, the hospital wasn't the ideal place but all you cared about that he was okay.

“Tell me again” you whisper, your head on his shoulder. Buck turns his head to look at you.

“I love you y/n l/n”

“I love you Evan Buckley”

Turns out you did get to say those 5 words after all.

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dc41896 · 5 years ago

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And The Award Goes To...

After seeing this suit AND this walk, I had to come up with something lol

Pairing: Chris Evans x Black Reader

Warnings: None

“Well thank you for speaking with us and good luck tonight!,” the interviewer, Zuri, smiled, opening her arms to give you a hug which you gladly accepted.

The way your nerves were right about now, you felt like you could use a million of them and would take one from anyone offering.

Being escorted down the red carpet, your emerald green, satin dress seemed to reflect the sun rays the way it shined with every step you took in your gold, strappy stilettos. With simple spaghetti straps and a v-neck, the material clung to you from your chest to mid thigh where the left side split open down to just above your polished toes to show your leg, equally shining thanks to Rihanna’s Fenty Body Lava and you’re hydrated melanin. Photographers call out for you to stop for pictures as the sounds of cameras clicking and flashing lights seem to come in waves.

“I don’t think I’d ever get used to this,” your best friend, Hazel, whispers to you as you both pose for a few pictures.

“I’m not used to it either, this is just my first award show,” you answer as you resume your walk down the remainder of the carpet to the inside of the building.

“First of many though! Trust me, you just getting started girl.”

Being called the breakout star of the summer, you hoped that more roles and invitations to award shows were to come. Ever since you were young, you always dreamed of accepting an Oscar or a Golden Globe, and yes even practiced your speech in front of your parents, which they of course recorded and tended to bring out whenever they wanted to reminisce on your childhood.

In all honesty though, yea the accolades were amazing and you wanted them, but if they didn’t come you’d still be ok. You loved acting and to be able to do what you loved every day was all that mattered.

Waiting for everything to start, you sat at your table talking with your director and a couple of your other cast mates, as well as took selfies with Hazel. Looking at the picture, you see a blurry, yet familiar figure in the background prompting you to turn around to see if you were truly correct in your thinking.

Sure enough, you were and began quietly freaking out.

In what looked to be a chocolate brown, velvet suit with a white button down shirt and black bow tie, there stood Chris Evans looking as amazing as ever and currently walking pass your table to get to his. You never though you’d be hypnotized by a walk, but here you were openly gawking and wishing his table was across the room so he’d have to do the movement a bit longer.

“Dang Cap, bring that walk this way,” Hazel speaks, pulling out her phone to record him walking away.

“Put your phone down creeper,” you laugh lightly smacking her arm.

“Takes one to know one Miss let me openly stare at my celebrity crush and his booty.”

———

“Looks like your award is next!” Hazel softly squeals lightly shaking your arm. “I wonder who’s presenting for it?”

As if hearing her question, the announcer introduces Chris as he walks out smiling with card in hand.

“Whoaa that’s crazy!! You could receive your award from THE Chris Evans!,” she gasps. You managed to keep it together as the camera panned to you, softly smiling and being gently nudged by your director making you giggle.

On the inside though, you were a nervous wreck. You were already worried about falling if you had to walk to the stage, but now you had to worry about literally falling in front of Chris and never being able to show your face again due to embarrassment.

“And the winner for best actress in a comedic performance is...Y/F/N Y/L/N!,” he reveals causing everyone to applaud and your table to go crazy. Quickly hugging the rest of your friends seated next to you, you slightly lift the un-split side of your dress so it won’t potentially get caught on your heels as you walk.

“Welp here we go,” you thought to yourself, making your way up the stairs. Being the gentleman that he was, Chris met you halfway up the steps offering his hand to help you the rest of the way.

“Congratulations!,” he sweetly whispers handing you the figurine, which surprisingly had a good amount of weight to it.

“I’m really gonna try not to cry right now but chances are I will so I apologize in advanced for that,” you start, causing a small amount of soft laughs to erupt in the room.

“First off, I want to thank God because he blessed me with this opportunity, and I want to thank my parents who sadly aren’t here because of the flu but I know y’all are watching and I love you!”

“I also want to thank my friends both old and new, my director James, the cast and crew, and everyone else in my life that’s supported me and helped me in any way whether small or large. Ok I’m gonna go backstage now and cry and hope you all have a good night!,” you finish with a small wave as you turn away from the mic, applause behind you as you make your way off the stage followed by Chris.

“That was a really nice speech,” he says, now beside you.

“Really? Thanks! I feel like I sounded like a rambling mess.”

“You might’ve felt that way, but I assure you, that’s not how it sounded,” he replies.

“Y/N! Congrats on the award! We need you to come this way for another short interview with the press,” a tall, slender man with glasses interrupts smiling as bright as the camera flashes coming from the room where the interview was to take place.

“Well I um guess I’ll see you later. Congrats again!,” Chris smiles.

“Thanks and yea see you later!,” you reply smiling as he walks away to return to his seat.

“Yep this definitely will take some getting used to,” you thought, walking into what felt like a sea of cameras and questions.

———

“Tonight has been surreal!! Just being here in midst of everything, you winning, AND getting said award from Chris Evans!!! If I were you I’d be dead right now,” Hazel says grabbing a glass of champagne off one of the trays being carried by servers.

“I know!! I feel like none of this is real and I’m gonna wake up any moment.”

“Well it is real and I’ll even pinch you to show you if needed. Or better yet we can get your new bestie Mr. Evans to do it.”

“He is not my new bestie, and I definitely would not ask him or anyone to pinch me,” you laugh sipping from your glass.

“Whoa pinching? What kind of party is this?,” you hear from behind you causing both you and Hazel to choke on your drinks.

You from utter shock and disbelief he heard that, and her from laughing at your reaction.

“Chris! Hi! Um sorry about that I-,”

“You don’t have to apologize, it’s ok. Also if you did ask me, that’d certainly be a first,” he laughs.

“Um Chris this is my best friend Hazel,” you introduce as the two shake hands.

“Nice to meet you Hazel. And this is my brother Scott, Scott this is Hazel and Y/N,” he responds to which Scott shakes both of your hands and congratulates you on your award. “The answer is probably obvious, but how’s your night?”

“Amazing! I don’t want this night to end!,” Hazel excitedly answers causing you all to laugh.

“I agree it’s amazing, but I don’t think everything’s set in yet. And this probably will sound weird but I feel like Cinderella and as soon as the clock strikes 12, I go back to normal.”

“No it’s not weird at all, like you said everything is kinda unbelievable and it’s still a bit shocking. I totally understand,” Chris lightly nods before drinking from the beer bottle in his hand. “Also can I add that I love that movie.”

“Same! She’s not my favorite princess though, but I still love the movie.”

“Who’s your favorite then?,” he asks, leaning on the table with his elbow.

“I have two. Overall, it’s Tiana but for the songs it’s Ariel,” you answer.

“Can you believe? 2 grown adults going on about Disney movies like kids,” Scott whispers to Hazel, to which she nods agreeing with him.

“You should see her on the weekends. When she’s bored, she watches videos about all the rides, parades, and stuff in all the Disney parks,” she adds, lightly laughing along with Scott at you and Chris’ excited expressions as you guys continue on with your conversation.

“Hey you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“That we head to the bar and let the Disney fanatics enjoy their time together?,” Hazel answers as Scott links his arm with hers.

“Exactly!”

“I have the feeling this is the start of a beautiful friendship,” she smiles holding up her glass as he clinks his with hers.

“And hopefully a beautiful relationship between those two,” he adds as they reach the bar.

“Wait? How did you know Y/N likes Chris?”

“She does?! I didn’t know at all, Chris kept talking about her at our table during the show and when we saw you guys here I suggested he go talk to her.”

“If they end up getting married, I’m expecting a shout out for the both of us for getting them together,” Hazel replies making Scott laugh as they cheers once again.

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“So Y/N, the people need to know, how was your conversation with America’s golden boy?!,” Hazel asks joining you on the couch, plate full of waffles, eggs, and fruit in one hand as she holds out her fork pretending it’s a mic to your face.

“Girl you need to relax!,” you laugh lightly pushing her fork away. “But it was good, I mean he’s super friendly and we like a lot of the same things.”

“Yea Scott and I heard a bit of your conversation and let me say if there was a couples Disney jeopardy game, you guys would more than likely win.”

“Hey don’t judge us, it’s not our fault that’s something we like,” you laugh. “He said how he goes to Disneyland pretty much every year and said that I should come along-,”

“Umm say what now?!?! He invited you to Disneyland?!?!!!!,” she interrupts after momentarily choking on a piece of egg.

“I wouldn’t call it an invitation really. It’s like when you’re talking to someone about a nail place you go to and say how they should try it out sometime. Plus it was after I said I hadn’t gone since I was a teenager.”

“Either way you got invited by a guy who’s interested in you to Disneyland, which is a dream date of yours!!”

“Just because he was nice to me doesn’t mean he’s interested Hazel,” you reply taking a bite out of your omelette.

“Well let’s just say an EXTREMELY close source, aka his brother, confirmed that Mr. Evans was definitely into you and checking you out the whole award show,” she squealed.

Now was your turn to choke on your food.

“Really?,” you ask pulling yourself together. “He didn’t try to get my number or anything though so maybe it was just a ‘she’s pretty’ type like versus an ‘I really want to get to know her’ like.”

“I don’t think so, but we’ll see. Even still though he definitely invited you to Disney and you better take him up on that offer or I’ll smack you then go in your place!,” Hazel adds, picking up your now empty plates to put them in the sink.

“Noted,” you laugh now looking at the messages on my our phone. Of course there were the usual ‘congratulations!’ from family members, your team, and your other co stars who were unable to come to the show.

Although he was there, your director even messaged you telling you congratulations again on your award followed by one of the sweetest message you’d ever recieved saying how much he appreciated you on set and that you were surely about to change the acting game.

Y/N: Aww James, I was trying not to cry today lol!!! ❤️😭😭 that was so sweet and I thank you so much for giving me this chance that has surely changed my life forever!

😎Bond, James Bond🎥: You’re so welcome love and deserve it😘! Also I have some news...

Y/N: Ohh another project you want me to be in?? Wait I don’t have to give the award back do I👀?

😎 Bond, James Bond🎥: Lmao no not yet and no it’s yours🤣🤣. The news is a certain someone who you were talking to ALL night asked me for your number and I wanted to ask you first before I gave it out just to be sure

Y/N: 😳😳😳🤯

😎Bond, James Bond🎥: Mhmm 😏😏

Y/N: Lol yea it’s fine you can give it to him

😎Bond, James Bond🎥: Done! Have fun you two 😉😂!

You expected that he was probably busy and you’d more than likely hear from him later. However the running theme of your life recently seemed to be how nothing turned out how you expected.

???: Hey Y/N! It’s Chris

???: That is Chris from last night, in case you know another Chris lol

“Oh my gosh he’s such an adorable dork!,” Hazel gushes from over your shoulder, making you jump.

“Can I have some space ma’am?!”

“Oh sorry,” she innocently smiles going towards her bedroom. “If you need me, just call!”

Shaking your head as she exits, you turn your attention back to the screen in your hands and hoping that you don’t make a fool of yourself.

Y/N: Hey😊! And can honestly say I don’t know any other Chris’ lol

Chris: Lol ok good. I mean not that other Chris’ are bad or anything. Looking back at it, I should’ve just left it at “Chris from last night” my bad 🤦🏼‍♂️

Y/N: 🤣🤣 it’s ok. Exactly how many drinks did you have last night?

Chris:😶....lets just say I’m not totally hungover, but my head is hurting a bit 😂

Hearing you laugh to yourself from downstairs, Hazel contently sighs before turning on her laptop as she plops down on her bed.

“Yep, I can hear the wedding bells and thank you speech now,” she speaks to herself as she smiles.

A/N: So this turned out longer than I expected and not gonna lie, kinda didn’t know where I wanted to go with it by the time I got in the middle of it😓 lol but hopefully you guys like it!

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seasickbaby · 6 years ago

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Only You

Pairing: Christopher x reader

Prompt: Only You by Yoandri // Escape with me babe, we can run away. Explore our love your deepest fantasies...”

Warning: drinking, fluff, some angst?, really bad writing

Word Count: umm... 4k I'm sorry I got really carried away

A/N: hello my loves. I'm back with another semi decent fic for the beautiful @girlbabyvelez ‘s challenge. Congrats baby you deserve it and many more. Love you tonsss. Big thanks to Lauren. Just thank you. Also, theres a part in here where fans are kinda annoying but I'm in no way saying that cncowenrs are like that, it was just for story purposes. Enjoy :) <3

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His beauty captured your eye instantly.

He was tall and handsome, with brunette hair that poked out from underneath a black beanie, giving him a somewhat dark and mysterious look.

He sat at a table in the corner with a couple other guys. They were all laughing and goofing around, but something about his laugh made everyone else’s seem muffled; it was music to your ears. It was a loud, contagious laugh with a smile so wide and bright that it could light up a whole city.

You weren’t aware of the fact that you had been staring, and you darted your eyes as soon as his met yours, another angelic smile creeping up on his lips.

You pushed him out of your mind as you finished your song, the small bar at which you worked applauded. One table was particularly louder -- the boys you had seen a couple minutes earlier were all whistling and clapping. You smiled in their direction and his eyes met yours, sending a wink your way. Your cheeks turned a rosy red color before you grabbed the microphone again.

“This next song my mom used to sing to me when I was a little girl and I loved it, I hope you will love it too.”

You took a deep breath before beginning the first few notes of viveme by Laura Pausini. You closed your eyes, letting yourself feel the music completely; it took over you as you stood up from your stool and began walking around the small bar.

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“Bro didn’t you sing this song in La Banda??” Richard whispered to Christopher.

A soft ‘yea’ was all Christopher could manage out as he watched you with fascination. The way you connected with the audience, how you projected your passion for music, the way the lights hit your features at the perfect angles, your angelic voice: it all made Chris stare in awe.

“I’ll be back”

“Chris where are you-” Richard sighed and took a sip of his Pilsner “He is who he is.”

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Your grip on the microphone tightened and your eyes flew shut as you got ready to sing the chorus, but they quickly opened again as you heard another voice joined yours in unison. You looked around in confusion until you saw him.

He stood by the counter with a microphone in hand singing a verse of the song. Think Alejandro Sanz version. He smiled and began to walk towards the stage when he saw you look.

When did this turn into some high school musical shit?

Christopher hopped onto the stage, never breaking eye contact with you. His friends exploded into a roar of cheers when he grabbed your hand and spun you around.

As soon as his skin touched yours a wave of different sensations flowed through your body, making your breath hitch and heart flutter. It was a feeling you had never experienced before and you craved more.

You smirked at him and went along with the act, bringing his arms around you and swaying before breaking free and walking to the other side of the stage.

Christopher’s expression turned to one of shock and admiration as he watched you.

The rest of the song was performed with improvised choreography from you two, but as far as anyone was concerned, it looked practiced and planned.

He pulled you close to his chest and the song came to an end. You were both breathing heavily as the bar erupted in cheers.

“I’m Chris.” He smiled down at you

“Y/n.”

“Mi gente, a round of applause for y/n” He yelled into the microphone. You laughed as he raised your hand above your head as if you were a victorious boxer

You thanked everyone for listening and wished them a goodnight before hopping off the stage with Christopher at your heels.

“Wait, princesa.” He jogged to cut in front of you, lightly grabbing your shoulders.

“Let me buy you a drink.”

“And why should I let you do that?” You crossed your arms smiling.

“Because… I’m a nice guy?” He said with a laugh, “Plus, you think I’m cute.”

His comment took you by surprise. You opened your mouth to protest but just let out a dry chuckle, “Alright casanova.”

“But first, I want you to meet my friends. You know, just so they can tell you how great I am and all that.” He joked with a wink.

You just rolled your eyes playfully. You couldn’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach as you approached the boys, your right hand fidgeting with your bracelet. Secretly hoping that they would like you.

Why am I nervous? I don’t even know the guy.

“Chicos, les presentó a y/n.” Chris introduced you, placing his right hand on your lower back, giving you a small sense of security.

They all immediately stood up to greet you properly with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you all,” you said with a laugh after hugging the last one. You heard a quiet ‘oh my gosh she’s so pretty’ from your far left and when you turned your eyes caught the pretty olive skinned boy with the curly hair. You sent a sweet smile Joel’s way as he sheepishly looked at the ground smiling.

“So like I know we just met, but you real cute… and I just had to tell you, you know?” Richard said with a smile while scratching the back of his neck.

“And that performance!! Tienes mucho talento.” Zabdiel added with excitement.

“Mucho mas talentosa que Chris…” Erick joked underneath his breath with a cough.

“I’m sorry what was that?” Chris squinted his eyes.

“It’s true though! Y/N killed it out there, made you look like a drunk dad doing karaoke.” Joel elbowed chris with a chuckle.

Chris scoffed and slapped a hand over his heart, pretending to be hurt, but he couldn’t help from laughing, which made everyone else join in with laughter too.

“I’m sorry Chris but you’re just gonna have to admit that I’m a better singer than you.” You shrugged your shoulders playfully. “With a face like that, it would be unfair if you had it all.”

The words flew out of your mouth without a second thought but you instantly regretted them. The guys immediately went crazy with ‘oooo’s and ‘aye‘s and Chris’ smirk grew even wider.

“See, I was right.”

You spent the rest of the night talking and drinking with the boys. You quickly learned that they were some of the chillest people you had ever met and you found yourself dreading the night’s end. You looked at the time and was shocked at how long you had been hanging out with them.

“Bueno chicos, it’s been fun but it’s getting late and I have to head home.” You said while standing up from the table and putting your jacket on.

Chris stood up right after you and quickly offered to walk you home.

The boys gave each other a knowingly look. When Christopher took a girl home, or back to his hotel room, he usually ended up sleeping with her. And after that one night the girl would be long forgotten. They were a little bummed considering how well they had clicked with you.

“What! Why are you leaving so early??” Erick pouted and you laughed his attempt at puppy dog eyes.

“Erick, baby, it’s 2 am and look, Zabdiel is already asleep.” You commented as you cupped his chin with your hand. Everyone turned to look at Zabdiel who had his beanie pulled down over his eyes, arms crossed over his chest, and mouth agape, snoring deep in sleep -- a sight that made them burst into laughter.

“But you have to promise to have another night out with us sometime this week okay?” Joel pointed a finger at you before pulling you into a tight hug.

After finally saying your last goodbye to the boys you walked out of the bar with Chris’ arm around your shoulder. The walk to your apartment was around 15 minutes but with Chris, time seemed to fly by.

His goofy personality kept you constantly laughing; never having a dull moment with him. He even offered to give you a piggyback ride but it only lasted a solid minute before he tripped and made you both plummet to the ground.

“You’re such an idiot!” You managed to get out between laughs.

“Ay mi rodilla, me lastime. Kiss it.” He whined in a baby voice.

“You fucking baby.” You rolled your eyes as you gave in and kissed his knee.

Once you got to your building you swiped your card and greeted the security guard at the front. You hesitated at the door of your apartment before unlocking it; you wanted to spend more time with Chris but you didn’t want it to be a one night stand. You really liked him and didn’t want to mess anything up. Finally gathering up enough courage, you turned to him and asked if he would like to come in. You let go of a breath you hadn’t noticed you’d been holding when a grin spread across his face and he nodded.

You opened the door of your small but cozy apartment, letting Chris in first.

“Wow this place is beautiful… and that view!” His eyes lit up as he ran towards the window. “You didn’t tell me you lived by the beach.”

You giggled as you tossed your keys on the counter and walked up next to him, opening the sliding door that led into the balcony.

“I know, I’m very lucky.” You said, looking over at Chris, the view not being the only thing you were referring to. “Be right back.”

You went back inside only to come out a couple minutes later with a bottle of wine and two glasses, wiggling your eyebrows at him.

“We’re gonna keep drinking?” He chuckled.

“We’re just making a toast.”

“To what?

“A new friendship.” You softly responded, raising your glass.

“Cheers to that.” He smiled back at you and clinked your glasses together.

After deciding that you didn’t want the night to end, you and Chris laid on the balcony, stargazing and listening to the ocean. Talking to Chris was so easy -- he made you feel safe and comfortable. The conversation jumped from topic to topic as you learned more about one another. Suddenly, Chris jolted up into a sitting position.

“Wanna see me flip this wine bottle, I’m really good at it.” He stood up and got into position to flip the bottle.

“Chris no!” You snatched the bottle away from him, eager to avoid a late night/early morning trip to the ER.

Instead of flipping glass bottles, you finished the wine along with some cookies as you laid on Chris’ chest, his hands playing with your hair and running ring-studded fingers up and down your arm.

“You know, when I still lived in Ecuador I used to sit outside our house and just stare at the stars all night, wondering where life would take me.” He broke the peaceful silence that was making you doze off. “Now when I look at the stars, I’m amazed at how far I’ve come, but they always remind me of my life before…..” He trailed off mid sentence, almost accidentally revealing that he was famous.

You raised your head up to look at him but he just kept staring at the stars, “Before what?”

“Never mind, it’s nothing.” He said rather quickly, “Can I borrow your guitar?”

Chris began to sing ‘more than words’ as the sun started to rise over the horizon.

The next morning you woke up alone in bed, yet you remember falling asleep on the balcony with Chris after he sang to you. You figured he must have carried you to bed and couldn’t help but feel a little sad at the fact that he had left without saying goodbye. You stood up, yawning, and decided to take a quick shower to wake you up. During the whole duration of the shower you smiled as you kept replaying last night’s events, still not quite believing it was real. The more you thought about it the less sure you were that it wasn’t just a dream. When you stepped out into your room again the smell of coffee and pancakes took you by surprise. Putting a robe on, you followed the smell all the way to the kitchen and saw a shirtless Chris standing by the oven, with all the concentration in the world, flipping pancakes. You crossed your arms and leaned against the door frame, the corners of your mouth creeping up into a big smile.

“Please tell me we’re not having burnt pancakes for breakfast.” You said from the door.

Chris turned around, a smile on his lips, but as soon as he saw you his mouth dropped open, his eyes scanning you up and down. “Buenos dias princesa. Don’t you worry, I’m a pro.” He winked before turning his attention back to the pancakes.

You walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his torso, leaning your head on his back for a second before standing on your tippy toes to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“I’m gonna get dressed,” you told him. Just as you turned to walk away, he grabbed your hand and pulled you back into a hug. You giggled against his chest as you reciprocated his warm embrace. “Chris I need to get readyyy,” you whined and he begrudgingly let you go.

After all the breakfast dishes were cleaned up, you walked Christopher to the door and you guys stared at one another in peaceful silence before he smirked and let out a sigh.

“What?” You curiously asked.

“Que bonita te ves.” And after that statement Christopher started to lean in. Your heart raced as you closed the gap between you two, placing a soft but passionate kiss on his lips.

“I’ll see you later?” He asked after biting his bottom lip.

“Yea.” You smiled at him. He walked away holding your hand out as far as he could before letting go. You closed the door and leaned your back against it, unable to stop the smile that quickly formed as you shook your head and let out a small laugh.

The rest of your week consisted of hanging out with Chris and his friends, going out for ice cream, roller blading, and reluctantly seeing Annabelle 3 while you clung to Chris’ arm the whole time.

“I’m still shaking bro.” Chris laughed as he showed you his shaking hand.

You were holding onto his arm while laughing when suddenly a squealing girl came running up to the both of you. Chris immediately let go of your hand as soon as he saw her.

“Hola mi amor! Can we take a picture?” The girl squealed, hugging him by the neck and kissing his cheek. She asked him to kiss her back as she took out her phone for a picture. She thanked him and walked off to join her friends, a satisfied look on her face.

“Hey so ... who was that?” You questioned Chris, cocking your head to the side.

“I have no idea, they must’ve thought I was somebody else. I tend to get that a lot so I just started going along with it.” Chris shrugged nonchalantly. His answer seemed suspicious, but you believed him nevertheless. Why would he lie?

Later that day you went to dinner to enjoy one last night with Chris before he left to New York on a business related trip. He took you to a restaurant downtown and had a table set up at the corner with candles and flowers. You loved going out with the other boys, but you were glad to have some alone time with Chris.

Once the waiter took your orders Chris stood up to go to the bathroom and you used that time to check your phone and catch up on the latest news. When you went on instagram you were taken aback by all the notifications that swarmed your screen. You clicked on something a friend had tagged you in asking if that was you, and to your surprise, it was. The video was of you and chris singing from the night you met. It had thousands of views and comments but you were too confused to process anything. You clicked on the account that had posted the video and saw that it was filled with pictures of Chris and the other guys. After not much investigation you found Chris’s instagram along with his band’s, CNCO, which he had never bothered to mention.

You saw him come back and quickly put your phone away, determined to ask him why he would keep that from you. But not long after he sat down the food came, and chris dug right in so you decided to wait until after dessert.

You sat in silence for the rest of dinner picking at your food, appetite completely gone. Chris grabbed your hand, noticing something was wrong.

“Amor, qué pasa?” He looked at you worryingly.

“You would never lie to me right?” You spoke quietly.

“Never, why?”

You gulped nervously, rubbing your sweaty palms on your jeans. You debated whether or not to confront him, afraid that it might ruin things between you two.

“Why didn’t you tell me about who you really are…” You asked, your eyes not meeting his.

His grip on your hand loosened as his head dropped -- the moment he had been dreading was finally here.

He sighed before opening his mouth to respond, but nothing seemed to come out. After a couple seconds of silence Chris finally spoke up.

“That day at the bar… I felt attracted to you from the moment I saw you. I realized you didn’t know who I was and it felt… nice. You didn’t want me for my fame, you just wanted me for me. I enjoyed being just a guy for once and so did the boys. I-“

He was rudely interrupted when a small group of girls came up and tapped Chris on the shoulder, making him jump a little.

“Can we take a picture???” The girls giggled.

“Of course.” He responded with a smile, trying to hide the annoyance in his voice. He gave you an apologetic look as he stood up and started conversing with each one of them. You watched him intently, in awe of the way he interacted with the fans.

You started to feel a bit uncomfortable when they started giving you side glances and dirty looks. You shifted awkwardly in your seat, waiting for Chris to come back, but those pictures took longer than expected with every girl wanting multiple pictures with different poses.

Deciding that you had had enough, you waited until Chris wasn’t looking to leave forty bucks on the table and make your way out of the restaurant.

He saw you leaving from the corner of his eye, but when he began to follow you he was pulled back by a fan grabbing his hand.

“Let her go, you deserve someone who’s not gonna use your for your fame anyways.” She said matter of factly and it made Chris’ blood boil with anger.

“With all due respect nena, you don’t know her.” And with that Chris ran to follow you out the door but you were no longer in sight. He tried calling you but it went straight to voicemail.

‘Y/N, bebe, I’m so sorry I should’ve never lied to you. Please call me back. We can work this out.’

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After you exited the restaurant, you called your best friend to tell her you were coming over. While you waited for the uber to arrive, a million thoughts ran through your head as you began to overthink.

Was I just a distraction from his usual life?

Was our thing just a meaningless fling until he could go off to the next city to find someone new?

You were pulled out of your thoughts by your cell phone ringing. You looked down to see that the caller ID was Chris. You bit your lip, hovering your thumb over the ‘answer’ button but deciding last minute to let it go to voicemail.

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After multiple ignored phone calls, Chris decided that he would take an uber to your house. When he got in the car he buried his head in his hands. He heard a ding and scrambled to grab his phone, hoping it was you, but it was only Zabdiel.

Z: bro where are you? we have to head out for the airport in an hour.

C: she found out.

Z: isn’t that a good thing?

C: no. I lied to her and now she won’t talk to me.

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You played the voicemail over and over for your best friend to hear. She listened to you rant for minutes on end as she nodded along.

“What do I do.” You said in an exasperated tone.

“Just talk to him…?”

“No you don’t understand I feel like he’s a different person, he has a whole side of him I don’t know about.”

“Y/N” You friend grabbed you by the shoulders sternly, “He’s still the same Chris you know and like, he just happens to work in the music industry.”

You knew she was right. You technically didn’t have a reason to be that mad, after all, you weren’t officially together. You were about to protest when you got a text message from Richard.

R: Hey y/n. I heard what happened with Christopher… I know you’re mad at us for not telling you the truth and I’m really sorry. We got carried away by the fact that you treated us like regular guys that we didn’t realize how it could affect you.

You: Thanks Rich, I appreciate it.

R: Chris is devastated right now. We’ve never seen him like this over a girl, but you’re different. I see the way he looks at you… You’re really special to him. Please just let him explain.

You searched Chris’ contact on your phone, hesitating before pressing the call button.

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Chris had said no more than two words the whole ride to the airport. The guys noticed how downhearted he was about the whole situation but they didn’t know what to do. He had messed up one of the greatest things he had going for him and it was all his fault. He knew a relationship would be difficult with his schedule but maybe if he had just told you the truth from the beginning you would've been willing to work through it with him.

He had his headphones in, lost in thought when his phone rang in his hands, your picture appearing on the screen.

“Y/n???”

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His voice cracked when saying your name and it broke your heart.

“Hey Chris… I’m sorry for leaving the restaurant without explanation. I just needed to process things.” You spoke softly into the phone.

“No, I’m sorry about lying to you, it was wrong. I shouldn’t be leaving things like this.”

You chuckled a little, “It’s your job.”

“Yea… But you deserve someone who’s always going to be there for you.” His voice for quieter with each word.

“Hey hey, well I want you… We’ll work this out okay? Just… don’t sing with another girl at a bar in New York.” You tried to joke, although it sounded much better in your head, thankfully it got a small laugh out of Chris.

“Don't worry. You’re the only one, it’s only you.”

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The whole week Chris was away he sent you voice messages and videos everyday; from him being a complete crackhead with Erick to singing a variety of different love songs. Each one brought a smile to your face, brightening up your day. You couldn’t wait for the day that he came back, even though you hadn’t been given you a specific date.

That morning you made your way to work while listening to their newest single ‘de cero’, already singing along to every word. When you got the bar you were surprised to see that the stage was already set up, one of the bartenders informed you that they had booked someone else for the day. You crossed your arms in annoyance, wondering who could take your shift so last minute. The lights dimmed and five guys walked out. You squinted, not quite believing your eyes as you saw Christopher begin to sing.

In the middle of the song he got down from the stage and made his way towards you, placing a small blue envelope in your hands.

“Escape with me babe, we can run away. Explore our love your deepest fantasies. I want to show you, everything we can do. Yea there’s no limit to our love baby.” He sang as you opened the envelope to find two plane tickets to Fiji.

Tears formed in your eyes as you mouthed the words ‘really?’ but Chris’ only response was a lengua kiss that you loved.

You knew there would be a lot of difficulties when dating a pop star, but there was no one else you would want to overcome them with.

Christopher really made you feel like the only girl in the world.

#christopher velez #cnco fanfic #cnco fic #cnco chris #cnco #cncowners #fanfic #cnco blurb #I'm sorry the ending was so bad #its very late and my pea brain is tired #goodnight

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pjbehindthesun · 7 years ago

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chapter 12: pigtails, pictures, and patches

Saturday, October 13, 1990

“So you guys are seriously playing a show? How in the hell are you gonna pull that one off, you’ve been a band for all of five minutes, it’s fucking ridiculous.”

“See, this is what I missed, Red – your sweet, generous, unconditional support,” Stone grins and shakes his head at me as we walk up to the basketball courts to meet the rest of the group. We’d decided after a while of hanging out at Potatohead that we were being pretty antisocial, even for us.

“Appeals to conscience only work on people who have them, don’t you know redheads are soulless?”

“What??” he shrieks, turning on the sidewalk and walking backwards in front of me.

“Yeah, we’re born soulless. That’s why we’re so freckled, we get a new freckle every time we steal a soul. Or so Joshua Brockman told me in second grade.”

“Who?”

“Class bully. Used to pick on me nonstop because of my –” I point at my hair and then freckled nose “– situation.”

“Oh, fuck that guy. Little baby Red… I bet you were vicious cute.”

“Oh god no, you have no idea, I was the awkwardest.”

“In stark contrast to your effortless social grace as an adult.” He snickers as he dodges the slap I just aimed at his chest and spins around to walk shoulder to shoulder with me again. “No, really, I bet you were cute, you’ve probably always been a heartbreaker. Little Joshua probably just couldn’t handle all the feelings you gave him. You know, like climbing the rope in gym class…” He pops an eyebrow as I groan in disgust.

“Sweet Christ, man, why don’t you just kill me now and get it over with?”

“Oh come on, Cora, didn’t anyone ever tell you that boys pull on your pigtails to tell you they like you?” He reaches around my shoulder and takes a piece of hair in each hand on either side of my head, tugging lightly.

“I’ll have to remember that highly relevant observation for my next playground interaction.”

Letting go of my hair, he claps me on the shoulders and steers me around the corner, bending over a little to talk right into my ear. “Need I remind you that we are literally going to a playground to watch a bunch of otherwise fully developed adults practically kill each other to try to put a ball through a hoop?”

“Point taken. Anyway, you didn’t answer my question.”

“Which one?” he straightens up and frowns.

“About the show.” We haven’t really gotten to talk about it, which is my fault for avoiding him, but I’ve been genuinely curious. “Doesn’t that seem kinda ridiculous to you?”

“Nah, not really. I mean, Jeff thought I was a little crazy –”

“A little?”

“– as always, but Mike’s always up for anything, Dave is a little stressed about it, maybe. Eddie didn’t bat an eyelash.”

“Yeah, he seems pretty low-key, you’re lucky to have someone who’s willing to roll with your bullshit.”

“Yeah… he’s alright.”

“Hey, what’s that?” Now I step in front of his path, and he stops dead, giving me a confused expression.

“Stone?” I prompt him after he doesn’t reply.

“What?”

“You don’t like him, do you?”

His shoulders drop and he rolls his eyes to the back of his skull. “It’s not that I don’t like him, Jesus… I just don’t know him yet…”

“But you’re galloping off to play a show with him as your new singer…”

“I’m not galloping anywhere, for the record,” he snaps.

“No?” I poke him in the ribs to try to get him to smile, clucking at him like a horse. “Stoney Pony?”

“God you’re a brat,” he groans, but at least he’s laughing again. “No, Ed’s fine, I guess, just… it’s so hard to have a good feel for what direction we’re going to go in, he sounds so different from anyone else I’ve heard that like, I’m not even sure how good he is…”

“Oh come on.”

“No, okay, he sounds good, but he’s so shy, and… I don’t know… how’s he going to be on stage? I kinda want to rip the band-aid off and figure that out, which is what this show’s about. You never got to meet Andy, you don’t know what kind of…” he trails off, shaking his head a little as he fishes for his words. “But like, you’ve seen Chris on stage, you know how incredible he is. I really just want Chris Cornell, is what it is.”

“So go pull on his pigtails then, man,” I tease, “but give Eddie more of a grace period. I bet he’ll warm up.”

“Hope you’re right.”

“Usually am.”

He shakes his head with a lopsided smile but doesn’t say anything. He’s still looking out in front of us, so I take the opportunity to watch his face a little bit without getting made fun of. I really missed this. Just goofing off, or talking about random shit, listening to each other’s problems and offering half-assed solutions… it was less than a week, but it felt like a year. Why is it so hard for me to talk to him about what happened? That’s all he wanted me to do, just tell him what happened.

“Everything’s okay now, you know… with Alex…”

“Jesus, Cora,” he waves me off, “you don’t have to tell me, we handled that…”

“Well, okay, but I want to. It meant a lot to me, what you did. Helping me out. You deserve to know what happened.”

He raises his eyebrows. “You don’t owe me shit.”

“But I’m okay, okay?”

“Okay,” he smiles a tiny bit.

“I mean, it’s not perfect, Alex and me, but… I think it’s going to be okay.”

He looks forward again and nods. I’m not sure why I feel compelled to keep talking about it, but I do.

“He was really sorry, you know. He just forgot, is all it was.”

“Sure.”

“No, really, he felt terrible!”

“Good,” Stone says a little loudly before dropping his voice back to a normal volume, still staring ahead of us, “you… you deserve to be with someone who treats you like you matter to them.”

“He does…”

“Good,” he says again, finally looking down at me and swallowing hard. I feel like I need to change the subject, fast.

“I bet you were a cute kid too, Stoner.”

“Oh, impossibly so.”

“And so humble. So, who pulled your pigtails back then?”

He chuckles, “girls don’t do that shit if they have a crush, I don’t think. They’re subtler. And anyway, I didn’t have pigtails to pull.”

“What, you expect me to believe this impressive scrunchie collection is a recent development?” I pluck at the example around his wrist.

“Two sisters, you do the math,” he explains with a boyish smile that somehow shows me exactly how he must have looked as a kid. I stop in my tracks again to consider it, and he pauses too, looking puzzled.

“Yeah, you must have been cute. Those big eyes, and… you’ve got this, uhm…” I reach up and pinch his bottom lip in my thumb and forefinger, “…this little divot in your lip… see this, cute…”

He’s watching me with a strange, frozen look on his face that makes me feel I’ve gone way too far. I let go of his lip and he bites it in automatically, blinking slowly.

“Guess it all went downhill from there, huh Stoner?”

A smile breaks over his face. “Oh you’re in such deep shit…” he reaches out to tickle my ribs but misses as I break into a run. He’s faster, so just as we’re rounding the corner to the basketball courts, he catches up to me and loops one arm around my waist, lifting me off the ground and torturing me until we hear a familiar voice shouting at us.

***

“You fuckers finally decided to come play?” Chris yells, and I give up on tickling Cora now that I realize we have an audience. Whoops… everyone on the court – my entire band, plus Chris and Lucy – is staring at us. Cora swats at my shoulder and leaves me behind to jog over to our friends, and I follow suit.

“How about it, Stone?” Chris calls again.

“You know I’m above this ridiculous display,” I scoff.

“That’s a pretty lofty way to say you haven’t played with us since the last time you scored on your own basket,” Mike fires back, making Cora burst out laughing. Well, there goes that shred of dignity.

“What about you, Smokey?” Chris sets an arm around her shoulder. “You play?”

“Gross, sweat pit,” she wrinkles her nose and he grins evilly. “Is there room in this game for the vertically challenged?”

Eddie laughs this time. “Hey, you’re not much shorter than Muggsy Bogues, and I’m not much taller…”

“Fair point. How’s the wound, Ed?”

He holds up his left hand, which I’ve just noticed has a giant bandage wrapped around the thumb. “Coagulating nicely, thanks.” What the fuck are they even talking about?

“Yeah, so I’m gonna sit this one out, I’m not going to miss the Red Devil’s pickup league debut,” I interject.

“Come on, Stone, then the teams aren’t even,” Jeff complains.

“Nah, I’ll sit out,” Chris offers, shoving the ball into Cora’s hands. “Smokey, you’re with Dave and Mike, you’re playing the undefeated combination of Eddie, Jeff, and Lucy.”

As Chris parks next to me on the bleachers, I watch the teams huddle or whatever it is teams do. “Oh come on, Chris, can’t you make the lovebirds play on separate teams? Where’s your sense of mischief?”

“Yeah, we tried that,” he explains under his breath, “but if Lucy and Jeff are on opposite teams, it devolves into a game of grab-ass.”

I snort loudly enough that the noble athletes look up to see what’s wrong with me, but Chris helps me create the appearance of nonchalance.

“Speaking of grab-ass,” he continues in a low voice, “what’s going on with you and Cora?”

“What do you mean?” I sputter, maybe a little too loudly, although this time the game has started so no one looks over.

“What do you mean, what do I mean? I saw that,” Chris nods over at the street corner we just came from, and my stomach does a back flip.

“She called me ugly, man, I had to defend myself.”

“Oh sure,” he says with mock sincerity. “Just be careful, man… she’s not exactly available.”

“Mmm.” I pretend to be too distracted watching the game to reply, but in reality, I’m too busy thinking about how Cora’s apparently available enough to tug on my lip.

***

Wednesday, October 17th, 1990

“Hey, you need some help?”

I’ve been trying to key into Jeff’s apartment for a good thirty seconds now and swearing under my breath as I juggle the first stack of shit I’m unloading from my truck. I own almost nothing, how do I have such heavy boxes? I look up from the lock and see Cora walking my direction from the stairwell.

“Yeah, uh, sure,” I grumble, letting her take the keys out of my hand as I fix my grip on the leaning tower of crap.

“There you go,” she grins as she opens the door. “Is there more where that came from? I can give you a hand, I was just getting home from the lab anyway.”

Man, normally I would say I can handle it myself, but I’m so fucking exhausted after that drive that I could really use the help. I set my boxes down inside and nod, and she drops her bag on the couch to follow me back down to my truck. We empty it slowly over a few trips without saying much.

“So how long a drive is it from San Diego?” she finally asks as we gather up the last load, peering at me. I kinda wish she wouldn’t… this girl’s sweet and easy to talk to, but I’m feeling a little rundown and I’m not sure how friendly I can be under the circumstances.

“Oh, 20 hours or so.”

“So it took you a couple days, then? Where did you stop?”

“No, no, uh,” I frown at the milk crates of records she’s stacking in my arms, “I did it straight through.”

“What?? Are you crazy? How does that even work?”

I can see she’s not going to let me get away with being the silent type today. I sigh, “ahh, a buddy gave me something to help me stay up so I wouldn’t have to stop.”

She raises one eyebrow. “So you speed-drove your way up here?”

“Yeah?” I wince, not really sure how this person I hardly know will react to such a dumb fuckin’ idea.

“Huh, okay, Neal Cassady,” she says, sticking her tongue in her cheek. “You probably feel like hell right about now, huh?”

“Affirmative.”

She nods. “Okay, let’s get this shit upstairs and get you a beer, that’ll help.”

My chest floods with gratitude as I follow her upstairs, nervously watching this tiny person carry a stack of boxes taller than she is, but she somehow manages to maneuver the entire load in the door. It’s only when she uses her foot to nudge the door closed behind us that the shoebox on top slips off and falls open on the ground.

Of course. Of course it would be that fucking box.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry…” her face turns white as she sets down the rest of my things as carefully as she can, but I’ve beaten her to it and am already gathering up the pieces with shaking hands.

The pieces I have left of us. Of her. Pictures, letters, postcards, ticket stubs, little trinkets that have no intrinsic value other than the inside jokes or sentimental occasions I collected them for.

“Eddie, no offense, but you look like shit, let me help,” she says gently as she drops to her knees and collects a pile of Polaroids that splayed out across the rug. Bunch of random snapshots of what felt like normal, happy moments at the time. Blurry, sun-spotted, totally ignorant.

“Thanks,” I say, leaning back and sinking against the closed door with my eyes closed. Ordinarily I’d be more protective of those belongings, except they don’t bring me much of a sense of belonging anymore. Or maybe I’m just really tired. The speed was definitely a dumb idea. Anyway, Cora seems too determined to clean up the mess to do any snooping.

A few minutes later, I open my eyes to see her sitting next to me, handing me an open beer. I raise it and nod in thanks, taking a long drink. She opens another one for herself and takes a small sip. She was right, it really does help.

“Thanks, uhm… you get it, right? Everyone’s got one of those boxes somewhere…”

She furrows her brow. “I don’t. I mean I get the concept, I just don’t have one.”

“Break-up box? I thought it was a standard requirement.”

She gives me a pained look. “Well, I mean, I’ve never broken up with anybody…”

“Lucky you,” I mutter into my beer can.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. You didn’t break up with me.”

She drops her eyes back to her beer, because what on earth is she supposed to say to that? Great, Vedder, just great.

“I’m sorry, I just… it was a bad few days. I had to go to her place to get some of my shit before the move. Last few things I’d left behind, you know… well, I guess you don’t…”

“Did you just break up?” she asks softly, still not looking up.

“Yes and no. I mean, not just now. It happened before I came up here the first time. Part of why I even considered Stone and Jeff’s offer, honestly. Things were already ending, so why not.”

“You or her?”

“Her. Beth. Uhm, if that’s what you mean. She was the one who called it off. We…” I don’t even know why I’m telling her any of this, except that she’s not pushing me for answers and it’s kind of nice to have someone who will listen. “…we’d been together a long time. A really long time. Seven years. I don’t know if you know what that’s like… well, maybe it’s different for everybody, it must be, because she and I saw it differently… I’m probably not making any sense…”

“More than you realize.”

“Well, I guess the way she saw it, all that time together was a negative. Said she wanted to see other people, said we were ‘too young and stupid to know if this was really it,’ that we ‘needed more life experience.’ I don’t even know what that means. I would have been fine with that being it. I thought it was,” I laugh a little, although it’s not funny. I’m just so delirious that it makes even less sense to me right now than it usually does, despite how many times I’ve replayed it in my head. I take another drink, hoping it will steady me because I feel like fainting, and then close my eyes and lean back again.

“I’m sorry, Eddie.” Her voice is really quiet.

“And she didn’t even say it in person, she called me to tell me. So seeing her again the other day,” I go on, feeling like the tap’s open now so I might as well let it out, “she just looks so… so happy. So okay with it. She was just like, ‘see you round, Ed,’ like I’m just some other guy now, some nobody, not the person she used to talk about spending the rest of her life with. How does that work?”

“I don’t know how it works, but that’s bullshit,” she says, sounding a little more assured. “Obviously it’s a big deal, after so many years! I mean, I don’t know her, and I barely know you, but sharing that much time with someone, it’s not a ‘see you round’ sort of thing. You don’t need someone in your life who’s so flip with your feelings.”

I squint over at her, trying to figure out how she put her finger on it that fast. That feeling that I was the only one in it for keeps, that Beth was always a little more careless about the whole thing. The kind of feeling that gnaws in the back of your mind, and which I ignored for too long, hoping it was just my insecurity and not the truth. But Cora’s not looking at me, she’s still regarding her beer can, so I go on.

“Well. At least it happened quick. At least I’m on the other end of the country.”

“Yeah. I think that’s probably good. New start, new home.”

“Right. So, no break-up box in your place, huh? Congratulations on that,” I try for a smile.

“I don’t know about that,” she hedges, “but no. I was a late bloomer, you could say.”

“So you and Alex, that’s it?”

“That’s the idea.”

Isn’t it always, I want to say, but I don’t. Just because my relationship fell apart to shit doesn’t mean everyone’s will. I cast around for a new topic to keep myself from saying anything so unbelievably dour, and I notice her bag sitting on the couch. Oh yeah, I was going to ask about that.

“Hey, uhm, what’s the deal with the flag?”

Her eyebrows pull together and she half-smiles. “Like, Old Glory? The thirteen original colonies? Wh–”

“Shit, no,” I laugh, “sorry. Train of thought. The patch, the one on your bag.”

She glances over at where I’m pointing. “Oh… what about it?”

“Nothing, I guess, I just remember… didn’t you say you’d had it the longest out of all those buttons and things? What’s the story?”

“It’s a long one,” she muses.

“Where am I going?” I chuckle, shaking the mostly full beer can. “I mean, if you want.”

She bites her lips in and frowns over at it. “Okay, well, it’s from 1976.”

“That’s it? You had me going, I thought it was a long story.”

“Ha, well, that’s the short version. You look like maybe stamina’s in short supply for some long, rambling pointless story about a stranger.”

“I think that’s exactly what I need right now. Spill.” I elbow her.

“Uhm, well, there’s not much more to it than that, my dad took me to Washington DC for my eighth birthday that year so we could go to the Earth Day march. I begged him,” she laughs at the floor. “Weird kid.”

“Cool kid,” I correct her, nodding for her to go on.

“You’re the second person to be very wrong about that recently, you know that?” she looks up with a straight-faced expression but eyes that seem to be laughing. “Anyway, I grew up in this tiny little shit town, like, classic Appalachia…”

“You don’t sound like it,” I mumble before mentally kicking myself for interrupting her like an asshole.

“Yeah, well, that takes practice. Anyway, my dad, he was this total outlier in our town, rode a bike everywhere and constantly got run off the road by trucks, collected rainwater for the garden, never wanted to throw anything out if it could be used again… sort of a misplaced hippie. And he used to talk about this new environmental movement, this pushback against all the treachery and death that humans visit on the earth just by being here, just by living the way that we do, in all of our greed, and how important it was to take that stand for the earth. So, one birthday, I asked him if we could go see it.”

“And that’s where you got that patch?”

“Yeah. We rode a Greyhound up to DC, and I… I had a little shirt he’d drawn on, it said “Let Me Grow Up,” and there was a sea of people all over the National Mall. It was so inspiring. I rode on his shoulders – I was a tiny kid…”

I decide not to interrupt her this time, but I want to point out that not much has changed.

“Anyway, it was a big deal to me at the time. It changed a lot for me. It’s kind of why I went into ecology myself, uhm, that’s what I’m going to school for, in a way.”

Oh, so that’s the scientist thing. I’d meant to ask her about that too. “Sure. Your dad sounds really cool.”

“Yeah.”

“So did you guys ever go again, or what?”

“Well, no. He left us not long after that.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. I haven’t seen him since that year, I don’t even know if he’s still alive.”

Again, just fantastic work, Vedder. Distract from your pain by wading into someone else’s. “Shit, I’m sorry…”

“No, it’s okay, that was a long time ago. That memory, those parts of him, that’s just one of the really good things I get to hold onto, I guess. Which is why I stuck it on that bag. He’s not as big of a part of my life as he used to be. My brother – I’ve got a brother, he’s a few years younger than me – he doesn’t even really remember him, which sometimes I think is for the best, but sometimes…”

She seems to think better of whatever she’s about to say, and I feel like I’ve already pried into her private life enough, so I keep quiet. I know something about what she’s trying not to say. Even if our situations sound different in some ways, I hate it for her that we can relate. I finish my beer in silence.

“You have any siblings?” she asks, clearly hoping to change the subject.

“Mm,” I nod, “three little brothers. Younger brothers, I should say, since they’re all like 6 foot 3, and I’m like 4 foot 2.”

“I feel that,” she laughs, stretching her legs out across the rug. “My brother’s a giant too, it’s like all the height genes skipped me.”

“You see him often, or –” a yawn I can’t stifle interrupts my sentence, and she gives me an appraising look.

“You really need to sleep, bud.” She stands up and looks around Jeff’s kitchen, holding out her empty can. “Recycling?”

“Uh, I don’t know, doesn’t look like it.”

“Here, I’ll take them, I have a bin,” of course she does. She reaches out for my empty too. “You gonna be okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine, you’re right, I just need to try and sleep. Hey, thanks again…”

“Anytime, Eddie. Welcome home.”

“Right,” I grin. She waves as she ducks out my front door and down the hallway to her own, and although I’m still exhausted just looking at the pile of shit I now have to unpack, I have to admit, it all looks a little lighter.

***

Jesus, poor Eddie, he’s in really rough shape. It must hurt so badly to watch something you’ve been so invested in for so many years evaporate, and feel like the person you were invested with doesn’t even care. I wasn’t going to say it, because I didn’t want to inject myself into his problems, but it’s a fear I’m familiar with.

From the hallway, I can hear the phone ringing in my apartment, so I key in quickly to try and grab it. But Alex is home, and he beat me to it. He’s standing next to the couch and listening to whoever it is with his forehead deeply lined. His eyes bore into me the moment I walk in. Shit. Shit. What’s going on?

“Yeah, I mean, absolutely… hey man, she just got home, let me just put you on with her so you guys can talk about it…”

I grab the receiver from his outstretched hand as quickly as I can, holding it to my ear, feeling paralyzed. Before the person on the other end of the line even says anything, I have a feeling I know who it is. I hear a sniffle.

“Patch?”

“C? …can I come stay out there a while?”

#so i need to do some proofreading #but here is the thing #behind the sun #chapter 12 #fanfiction #fanfic #stone gossard #jeff ament #eddie vedder #mike mccready #dave krusen #chris cornell #pearl jam #soundgarden

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Playing Games

This is based on a prompt I got and instantly got ideas for. I changed it a bit, I hope that’s fine. I’ll add the prompt at the end to not spoil anything.

This is the first part:

Sana should have known better. No, Sana knew better. She knew it was a bad idea bringing her friends, her brother and his friends together. She knew it wouldn't end well.

Now, she curses herself for not having done more to prevent all of them hanging out together.

Mikael had the brilliant idea of playing Truth or Dare. And for the most part it was all fun until it was Sana's turn for a Dare. It's not like Sana is afraid if dares. She's pretty good at doing whatever she is given as a dare and since especially her brother and his friends know that, they thought of something she might reject doing.

"You have to egg someone's house."

Sana narrows her eyes at Adam and then looks around the circle. They're all sitting at a park, on the grass, and just talking. And now playing this game for about an hour now.

"Do you have eggs here?", Eva asks, obviously amused by the thought of Sana egging a house.

While Adam and Elias look at each other with a frown, not having thought of that, another of the boys saves their asses.

"I do!", Mutta exclaims. And when he is met with confused looks he explains:" I went to the store for my mom, before meeting you all. I can just buy more later.", rummaging through his backpack.

"Yes, Mutta!", Elias claps him on the shoulder to then turn around to grin at his little sister. Challenging her is one of his favorite things to do.

Crossing her arms over her chest, Sana looks unimpressed.

"Why would I egg some stranger’s house? That's mean.", Sana says.

"Because we dare you.", Adam grins. "Or is Ms. Sana Bakkoush backing down from a dare?"

"Oooh.", Mikael reacts and makes Chris and Vilde laugh out loud.

Then Noora and Eva give their input: "It's kinda fun. And if you only throw one or two it won't be that bad."

"Plus it's going to rain the whole rest of the week so you won't have to worry about the eggs being stuck on the facade of the house."

Sana sighs. She knows, if she doesn't do this, the boys (and the girls) will not let her live that down. Especially not her older brother Elias. Sana and him might have had a stupid argument that escalated before they left the house a couple of hours ago. So Sana knows exactly why he grins at her mischievously. As much as she loves her brother, they do get into verbal fights a lot.

"Whose house?", Sana simply asks. She already feels bad about it. She never thought she would egg someone's house. Well, that happens when her friends get together with her brother and his friends.

Elias has an awesome idea for that. He sits up straight and asks Noora for a number between 1 and 5. "Four" Then Mikael. "One" Then Chris. "Two" And finally Eva. "Five"

"Okay, so.. We'll walk up this street and turn right at the fourth junction. Turn left after one traffic light. Walk for two minutes, stop. And the fifth house from there on is the one Sana is going to egg."

While Sana just sits there, glaring at her brother who has the time of his life, her friends all seem to love this idea.

So they all stand up and do as Elias said.

At least the sun is setting. It won't be too obvious then. Sana knows she shouldn't do that. But she really doesn't want to be teased by her friends for the rest of the year just because she would've backed down from a dare.

As soon as they stand in front of the house they randomly choose with the numbers, Mutta gives Sana two eggs. Then, all of her friends vanish. They run away, to the other side of the street and hide behind bushes to watch.

Sana looks at them a bit weirded out and confused but just wants to get this over with. But first Sana thinks to herself. Where would the eggs make the least damage?

Hoping she'll be forgiven for this, Sana throws the first egg after making sure nobody that lives there is at the windows or something.

From the other side of the street she can hear one of the boys exclaim: "She really did it." Rolling her eyes Sana lifts her hand to throw the next one and get out of there as quickly as possible. Well, she doesn't get to throw it.

"Hey!", someone shouts.

Sana thinks it's one of her friends and turns around. But the person walking towards her is not one of the people that were or still are hiding behind the bushes. It's a woman wearing a hijab and a police uniform. Sana's initial reaction is pride, somehow. She's really happy to see a police officer wearing a hijab.

But then panic ensues.

Quickly, probably too fast, Sana hides the egg she is holding in the pocket of her jacket. Smiling sheepishly but trying to look like she didn't do anything she shouldn't have done, Sana tries to move away slowly.

"What were you just doing, dear?", the woman asks without a trace of sarcasm in that last part. She genuinely just wants to know.

"Eh..", Sana says, trying to look over the woman's head to see if her friends are still there.

"Anne! Let me help you wi...", both women hear a third voice.

The voice is coming from behind Sana and both her and the woman turn towards the source of the voice. It relieves Sana. She gets more time to think of a believable excuse as to why she was egging that house. That police officer’s house.

The interruption of Sana's most likely following interrogation finally comes to stand next to the women.

It's a guy with dark hair, fairly tall. He smiles at the woman, his mother, and turns his gaze towards Sana.

"What's going on?", he asks.

Sana is still so busy with trying to think of a good excuse that she doesn't really look at him.

The police officer says: "Well, this girl here threw something, I believe an egg, at our house. Right when I parked the car at the street."

She did? Sana didn't even realize that someone was parking their car.

"If you don't give me a good explanation I'll have to file a report for vandalism, since you have another egg in your pocket."

Then both of the strangers turn to Sana, with a questioning look.

Sana blurts out the first excuse she can think of, why someone would egg a house. She doesn't want a report to be filed. Not because of a stupid dare. And she can't say it was a dare, can she now?

"I was mad at him and didn't think about what I was doing.", Sana says quickly, pointing at the dark haired boy.

The woman takes a step towards Sana, and then looks back at her son and back at Sana again.

The boy, who is standing behind his mother, looks at Sana with the most confused face so Sana tries to convey to him to just play along please.

"Why were you mad at Yousef?", the police officer asks. She really seems to ask as a mother, not as a police officer.

When she looks at the boy again, Sana stands on her tiptoes and shakes her head at the boy. He's still looking at her.

Sana mouths a 'Please' and hopes he understands what she means.

Only now Sana realizes how attractive that boy is. It's the worst timing.

The police officer lady narrows her eyes at her son and when he doesn't answer, she looks at Sana again.

"It's... it's something between us...", Sana says, not sounding very convincing.

She hates this situation. She starts panicking but forces herself to not act on it in any way. Not now. But she'll definitely kill Adam and Elias in a bit, if she can go home later.

"Since you were egging my house too..", the woman says, ".. I think I should get to know too."

Sana opens her mouth to object but no words come out. What can she say that makes this less awkward and looking less bad?

"Mom, it's really just between us."

Sana's head snaps up and she tries to conceal her surprised look when Yousef's mother looks from him to her a few times. She looks at the two teenagers as if she's trying to figure out what they are referring to.

"Okay then. I'll let you off with a warning for now.", Sana hears the woman say. However, Sana's eyes are still on that boy, Yousef. When his mother is not looking he looks at Sana with wide eyes, as if he doesn't believe that he just said that. But Sana is grateful.

"Thank you! I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I just didn't really think.", Sana says hastily. Her relief is very obvious.

"But..", the woman says with a soft smile playing on her lips, her eyes trailing from her son to Sana. "... I want you two to sit down and talk over whatever your issue is. So something like this doesn't happen again."

"That's not necessary... I'm sorry. This won't happen again, I promise.", Sana tries to talk her way out of this. Just when she thought she got away.

Yousef and Sana look at each other with wide eyes, both not knowing what exactly to do.

Sana doesn't know him.

Yousef doesn't know her.

"No, I think it'd be wise.", the officer's voice is strict now. Sana imagines that's how she talks during her job.

"Mom.", Yousef interrupts but just a look shuts him up.

"What's your name, dear?", Sana is asked by her. Now she smiles softly again.

"Sana."

"Sana, I really think you two should settle this. Why don't you come over tomorrow afternoon and you'll solve this problem."

The prompt this is based on: 'im egging your house for a dare but your parent is a cop and they're yelling at me so i told them that you were my ex and you wronged me and now you're coming outside and please go along with this i don't want to go to jail' au for yousana (yousef is the one who plays along)

#skam #sana bakkoush #yousef acar #yousana fic #chris berg #eva mohn #vilde hellerud #noora sætre #elias bakkoush #mutasim tatouti #mikael overlie boukhal #adam malik #yousana au

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Believing In Magic

Prompt- Dan, Pj, and Chris all have a secret. Because of this they're not allowed to hang out during school hours. Pj and Chris are popular though. Dan is the loner hottie that never talks to anyone. Phil is the new boy.

Word count: 2198

Dan's Pov

"You doofus," I chuckle pushing Chris away from me. Pj laughs as well, until Chris tumbles into him. Instead his face turns bright pink. Yes Pj likes Chris and Chris likes Pj. But neither of them are brave enough to admit it.

They quickly dart away from each other, I just smile. I wish they'd get over themselves and date.

"Dan, school." Pj says, and I fall behind them as they continue off to join the popular kids. Instead I crawl through the hedges and make my way to homeroom.

Once seated in the back I pull out my phone and text Chris, 'i'm in class now. Did they see us?'

Chris, Pj, and their crew enter the room then. Taking their seats in the middle of the room. Chris turns to me quickly and shakes his head no, before turning back to his friends so nobody saw.

You see we can't be friends in school. Why? Because it's too dangerous. The authorities might recognize us as the runaways from a science lab. Then we'd be dead. Good enough reason, yeah? Besides we all have a secret we have to keep just that.

A secret.

. . .

Phil's Pov

I jerk awake at the sound of my mother's voice. Glancing at the clock I jump up and pull on a random pair of skinny jeans. A dark blue color, so I pair it with a black plaid styled shirt that has bright blue intertwined within it.

I pull my back pack on and race downstairs. I quickly tug on my black sneakers, grab a banana, and kiss my mum goodbye. Before running to school, hoping to not be too late.

I've already toured the school this weekend with the principal so I know where my classes are. I keep running until I reach registration. I stop outside the door, and take a deep breath. Readying myself for the stares.

Racing my hand, I knock.

"Come in!" A muffled voice sounds through the closed door. I'm guessing it's my teacher. I push the door open and carefully step inside. "Hello,you must be the new student. Philip, correct?" She asks.

"Yes. You're Ms. Ternan right?" I question.

"That's right." Ms. Ternan smiles. "Class we have a new student. His name is Philip." She gestures at me. "Philip why don't you tell us something about yourself?"

Clearing my voice I say, "okay. Well hi." I wave awkwardly. "I'm Philip or actually I go by Phil. I just moved here to America from England. I'm 18 and that's really it. So?"

I scan the room, taking everyone in, when my eyes settle on a boy in the back hunched over a notebook. His brown mocha colored hair covers half of his face. The part I can see shows beautiful bronze skin and a deep dimple in his cheek. He's gorgeous.

He's wearing black skinnies, a black shirt with a big white circle, and white converse. His arms are littered with band jelly bracelets.

"Phil, why not tell us about your hobbies?" Ms. Ternan breaks through my thoughts. I glance at her and blush slightly. I nod my head taking another gasp of air.

"I like reading fantasy books. I love the idea of super powers and good versus evil. The idea of princesses, dragons, and trolls. That in every story their be a hero. Usually a handsome prince, but sometimes someone completely unexpected. Maybe a giant, elf, or even a princess." I smile dreamily to myself. "I love how FairyTales always end with a happy ending. But I like that sometimes in other fantasies, they don't. How sometimes they show that a happy ending is overrated."

"Wow that was a very in-depth look. You must really like to read, Phil." I look around the room to fin everyone staring at me. Including the boy in the back, whose mouth had dropped open and was looking at me in disbelief.

"Uh, yeah. They just really...Um... in-interest me." I stutter. Then quickly Stan up straighter. Why should I be embarrassed by something I'm passionate about? "It's probably because I witnessed magic before."

"Haha, really? You witnessed Magic before?" The brown haired boy asks suddenly.

"Yes, yes I have." I say confidently.

He crosses his arms. "Well get on with it. Tell us the story."

I smirk, "fine Mr. Jerk face." A few people snicker and he glares at me before gesturing with his hand for me to continue. "I was 7 years old and went to London for the day with my class to visit a historical museum. I of course wandered away with my best friends Tyler, Troye, and Louis."

"Tyler and Troye soon disappeared to probably find a cupboard to snog in." I chuckle to myself. "Leaving me with Louis. Or so I thought. When I turned to ask her something she was gone. By now I was kinda scared. I was all by myself, in a creepy museum, and I was lost."

I look away from the boy in the back to see everyone hanging onto my every word.

"So I turned around to head back. Getting more frightened by the minute when I heard it."

"WHAT DID YOU HEAR!?" A boy in front with curly brown hair and light green eyes shouts in a entranced tone. I laugh quietly.

"A voice of a young boy. He kept whispering, 'helophonia' over and over. It was quite freaky to tell you the truth. But as scared as I was, I was more curious than anything. I followed the voice. Which was soon joined by two others. All three boys were whispering 'helophonia'."

The brown haired boy looked slightly uncomfortable, as was the boy who shouted out, along with a boy beside him. Strange.

"Once I finally located them they were all holding hands in the middle of the room. Continuing to whisper. I was about to ask what they were doing when a blinding light flashed and they were gone."

"And then what?" Another boy with brown hair asks, the same one who was looking uncomfortable earlier.

"I looked around but nothing was left. No sign any one was there. It's like they never really existed. I asked someone who worked at the museum about it. But they had no idea what I was talking about." I sigh, "to this day I still wonder what happened to them."

"Did you see what they looked like?" The boy in the back asks.

"No, all I know were they were boys, and all had brown hair." I answer truthfully.

"Well shit." The boy says after a long silence.

"Daniel Howell, enough!" Ms. Ternan snaps.

He huffs, "sorry."

She smiles at me. "Well Phil. That was something. But this is end of homeroom now. You all may leave." With that everyone heads off to class. Well besides the two boy in front who asked me stuff.

"Hey Phil. I'm Pj and that Chris." The green eyed on says. "That was a cool story. Wish I had been there." He chuckles, sharing a glance with Chris.

"So you believe me?" I question. Nobody ever believed me before. I'm kinda shocked they might.

"Of course! Nobody could come up with that on the spot, and you didn't make yourself out to be a hero. Plus you seem very honest." Chris answers for him.

I smile, finally somebody trusts me.

. . .

Dan's Pov

Fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck

He was there! Phil was there when we came to America!

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!?

Calm down, Daniel. Breathe in, and exhale... FUCK!

I really need to relax, I feel like I may faint. So I head out of the school building and walk behind the shed were everyone smokes, I choke on the horrible after smell. Lifting my hands I begin to let my self take control again. And do the only thing that could calm my rapidly beating heart.

I begin to move. (And no he's not dancing)

. . .

Phil's Pov

A lot of people ask me about the story, most thinking I made it up. So by the end of the day, I'm labeled, sadly, a liar. It doesn't really bother me though. That's what I've always been labeled as.

It's now my third day and I'm in a sort of, well snitch.

A boy name Jake has took it upon himself to personally make my life a living hell. Which I greatly appreciate, note my sarcasm?

But today is by far the worst. I kind of, uh... agreed to fight my bully. IT WAS ON ACCIDENT I SWEAR! He just got under my skin and before I knew it I blurted out to meet me outside after school...

So, um.... oops...

Dan seemed pretty freaked to tell the truth. He's quite strange if you ask me, but oh well. I'm weird myself.

It's currently last hour and five minutes before the final bell. Five minutes before I get my ass kicked. Gulp.

'blring'

Crap.

I slowly make my way outside, a crowd has already formed, and in the middle is the one and only Jake. I set my bag down and cautiously walk over. I intend to fight with all my will. Oh who am I kidding? I'm dead! Please attend my funeral, yeah?

"Ready, Lester?" Jake snarls.

"As ready as I'll ever be I suppose." I whisper.

Taking a step forward I get into my best fighting stance. But before I can even move Jake has his fist colliding with my jaw. I stumble back startled, only to trip and fall hard on my bum.

Jake laughs before kicking my in my side. Raising his fist to hit me again, until...

A huge branch flies past me and hits Jake causing him to fall back. A bunch of rocks suddenly lift around him and drops harshly, bruising his tanned skin.

I look around trying to figure out what's going on, when I see Dan. He's running to me his hands outstretched. I glance back at Jake to see my bully lifted in the air. I gasp leaves my parted lips. What the?

"Pj, Chris now!" Dan shouts. And suddenly Pj appears with water swarming around him and lifts his hands to wrap it around Jake's unmoving body. The water suddenly freezes and my bully let's out a girly screams.

Then Chris Kendall runs forward and raise his hands, fire erupting from his palms, melting the ice away, leaving Jake to helplessly fall the ground.

Dan towers over him and hisses, "Don't. Hurt. Phil. Again!"

Jake wobbly stands, sheepishly nods, and then runs away in fear. I slowly turn to Dan, Pj, and Chris who all seem scared.

Everyone around us is shocked, we all await an answer to the events that just took place.

"So yeah," Chris laughs. Pj smacks his shoulder and the boy groans.

"Sorry guys if we frightened you." Dan shyly says, twiddling his fingers nervously.

"You see, we all have special powers." Pj tries to explain. "I control water, ice, and air. And Dan has Telekinesis. Chris-"

"I GET TO PLAY WITH FIRE!" He interrupts happily. Proud of his talent.

I stare with my mouth hanging open.

"Phil, in that story you told on the first day." Dan begins. "Well that was us. We were escaping from a science lab under London where they experimented on kids like us."

"That's why nobody can know about our secret. Because then the authorities will take us away again." Pj adds.

"And the lab was scary. And the scientists were mean." Chris ends, shuddering.

I slowly nod. Understanding.... sorta.

"Guys we have to go. They'll be here soon. We need to try and find a place far away and hide out again."

"Uh... I think I know a place." I say, and for the first time I'm confident in myself.

. . .

"Thank you so much Phil." Dan thanks me profusely. They let me tag along to the old museum that I first discovered them. I knew it would be safe because it shut down a few years ago, and they secured it tightly.

"Its no problem Dan. I'm just glad I could help." I blush.

Pj and Chris are snuggled in another room, while Dan and I are taking here.

Dan shyly takes a step forward before cupping my cheek, and connecting our lips.

OMIGOD!

It was slow but passionate. Simple but elegant in a way. In other words, it was perfect.

"No thank you Phil." He whispers. "For believing in us, for helping us, for not pulling away when I Kissed you." He chuckles.

I giggle, "shut up Daniel." I scold before reconnecting our lips.

And I swear in that moment, the wonderful, perfect, and passionate moment. I believed in magic more than ever.

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