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#Chris x you
stursweet · 4 months
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pairing : matt sturniolo x f!reader
warnings : sexual content - the usual 😊 fuck off if u ain’t fuckin!!! (subish matt?)
an: hi sexies💖 take this as my apology for taking so long of a break. i’m back and y’all bout to be real sick of me and my dumb ass ALL OVER AGAIN!🤗🤗🤗 i love you guys! send me some new reqs!! also PLEASE recognize i fist fought my fuckin demons and wrote some matt instead of babygirlchris because all y’all fuckin matt girls.. IM PUTTIN YALL FIRST!😔
his room is dim, though bright enough to illuminate him perfectly - hair wild and messy beneath his headset, hips sunk low in his chair, fingers fidgeting wildly with his controller.
it’s been two hours since he’d sat down and begun to play - your patience dwindling rapidly. from your spot on his bed, he looked sinful : so focused, so tantalizing..
his tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek. the veins that danced throughout his arms and hands. his lips and their taunting tone of pink. the small pepper of color across his cheeks-
temptation wins and you’re padding over to him without much thought. his eyes don’t leave the screen, though, even with your new sudden placement - standing alongside his chair, clad in his shirt and a thong.
“you okay?” he questions without looking at you, his voice dripping with rasp and honey. you don’t respond - only lowering onto your knees in front of him, in between his legs. he looks down at that- eyes widening, blood traveling to rest in his cheeks.
“i- what are y-?” he stammers, hands fidgeting against the controller aimlessly with sudden nerve. you look up, meeting his gaze, taking note of the intense pink of his cheeks.
“nothing. keep playing,” you reply blandly, peering up from your spot below him. he swallows, evidently flustered. reluctantly, he nods- hesitantly tearing his eyes away from you to look back at the screen.
watching in amusement as his hands shake slightly with his controller, you bring a slow hand up and place it on his thigh : dragging your palm up the surface of his sweatpants slowly.
his eyes shoot down to you once again, focused on your hand inching farther up his thigh. he attempts to put his controller down; intending to direct his full attention to you, but- he’s interrupted by your voice below him :
“keep playing or i’ll stop.” you spit, voice unrelenting. he shudders, scanning your features for a moment, inhaling shakily before nodding.
he forces his eyes to dart to the screen in front of him, the light emanating a soft blue light onto his features. he swallows, adams apple bopping beneath the skin in his throat.
you continue the slow hike of your hand, suddenly reaching to palm him over his sweats. you watch as his face contorts in pleasure - eyes fluttering closed, eyebrows gently crinkling. he does his best to recover quickly, thumbing at a few buttons on his controller.
sliding your hand up some more, you play your fingertips at the waistband of his boxers, dipping a finger beneath the fabric and tracing a single, slow line against his skin. his breathing has become more erratic, his fingers fumbling against the controller.
“please- don’t tease- ” he whispers, eyes trained onto your hand at his waistband. his voice is small and raspy, laced with need.
“doesn’t look like you’re playing, baby..” you reply, retracting your hand from its spot, “i’m gonna have to stop.” you pout, voice teasing and low. you watch amused as he begins to frantically shake his head “no” -
“no-no, i’ll play, i-i’m playing, swear, i’m playing. keep going, please?” he chokes, small cracks in his tone. after a few seconds of no touch or reaction from you, he speaks again -
“please, i’ll b-be so good, so good for you. promise-“
he’s cut off by your hand returning to its previous spot, only now reaching further underneath the fabric, swiping your thumb against his tip and collecting his precum. a shaky exhale escapes his lips. you take note of his eyes staying attached to the screen - he’s listening.
“gonna stay quiet?” you question, watching as he nods his head in desperation. stroking him slowly, you tug off his boxers and sweats in a swift motion.
he looks down at you, eyes hooded and cheeks flushed, his breathing sporadic and wild. your eyes flicker to the screen, cocking your head towards it, signaling for him to focus.
“sorry, sorr-“ he whines, a whimper catching in his throat. he directs his attention to the screen again, pleasure etched into his features. you watch his hands struggle with the controller, pressing your tongue flat against him and licking a long stripe up his length.
he swallows, closing his eyes. you watch him fight to keep his composure, trying his hardest to concentrate on the screen, to listen to you- struggling wildly.
his eyes open again and on the screen, you slip his tip into your mouth - pushing yourself farther to take him the whole way down your throat, and back up. quiet whines whines escape his lips, fighting to stay quiet. you repeat the slow action a few times, pulling off with a pop.
“fuck-“ he stutters, mouth falling agape and eyes closing when you take him back into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks.
his fingertips are suddenly in your hair, grabbing a fistful - in need of something to grab on to. pulling off, you’re quick to remind him -
“play,” you whisper, a trail of saliva connected from his tip to your lips. he throws his head back in frustration, a sinful whine escaping his throat.
“can’t,” he whispers, voice cracking. he retracts his hand from your hair and rests it aimlessly on the controller - only to not entirely disobey your wishes. his game has already been lost, though - his eyes tightly shut and head rested on the back of his chair.
“thought you were going to be good?” you question, but only to hear him plead his case - the game has been pushed from your mind. you want his hands in your hair, his begs and cries to release into your mouth.
“look at me,” you coo, tongue swirling around his tip, stroking him quickly with your hand. he’s slick with your saliva. his eyes dart down to you, quickly tossing the controller onto the desk in front of him.
his eyes are dark, his pupils blown out - lips a dark, wet pink. blood dances underneath his cheeks, his breathing heavy and erratic. he looks perfect- deliciously desperate and absolutely ruined.
“want it all over my face,” you tell him, sliding your tongue over his slit. a sinful moan slips from his throat, his eyes falling shut.
“i’m- im so close, so cl-“ he fights to speak, cut off by you taking him entirely into your mouth again, bopping your head at quickly.
his fingertips tangle into your hair once again, a large handful beneath his palm - he tightens his grip, a few more whimpers and cries escaping his lips before letting go:
“i’m cumming, i’m-“
the words spill from his mouth so sweet, tone quiet and cracking, entirely at your mercy. you pull off of him quickly, stroking him with your hand as his release shoots out in hot, white spurts : covering your cheeks, lips, and chin.
you watch as he catches his breath, chest heaving and mouth agape. after a few moments, he gains a bit of composure, and looks down at you.
you smile at him, wiping your face clean with your fingers and popping them into your mouth. he watches with his lip between his teeth, cheeks impossibly redder.
you stand up, giving him a few small, soft kisses on the lips.
“come to bed?”
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sturn1olo-ffics · 5 months
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- Matt Sturniolo x Fem Reader (she/her pronouns used)
- Warnings: making out, pining, profanity, use of y/n; NOT PROOFREAD
- About: Reader has a huge crush on Matt but figures the feelings weren’t mutual due to a caption of his on Instagram. That is, until he shows up to her apartment and those thoughts are turned around.
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(Y/N’s POV):
I’ve liked Matt for as long as I can remember. And the only person who knows that is Nick. Partially because I told him and partially because he could tell. I mean everyone could tell, right? There were edits of us all over social media shipping us… he had to have known… right?
Wrong.
Matt was the most oblivious person I have ever met in my entire life. You could outright tell him you love him and he still wouldn’t pick up that you have a crush on him.
Matt was my best friend and we told each other everything. Well maybe not everything since I still hadn’t told him about my crush on him.
It was a chilly Friday night in October and I was scrolling through my Instagram feed. I come across a post from a super gorgeous girl that Matt follows with the caption: “The after party”
I didn’t think too much about it, it was just a normal Instagram post. That is, until I came across Matt’s recent post with the caption: “Was on Wilson and 73rd”
The Color Violet by Tory Lanez. One of my favorite songs. Why was he matching captions with this gorgeous girl on Instagram?? Why didn’t he tell me he was talking to someone?? My heart sank into the floor.
“Nick-” I called him, tears slipping out of my eyes on the other side of the phone.
“Hey y/n- what’s wrong??” He could tell by my voice that I was upset.
“Can you just come over?” I replied quickly.
“Let me ask Matt if he can take me. I’ll text you babe.” He ended the call.
I winced a little when Matt’s name left his mouth. Why was I hurting this much? Was this just a crush or something more?
(NICK’s POV):
“Matt! Can you take me to y/n’s house right now? She seems upset and wants me to come over.” I asked Matt.
“Is she okay?? What’s wrong?? What’s going on??” Matt threw way too many questions on me all at once.
“Why the fuck are you questioning so much? With the amount of care you have for her you’d think you were like in love with her or some shit.” I joked.
“Shut the fuck up Nick.” He snapped.
“Woah- Mattitude. You don’t have to get mad, it’s not like you like her or anything.” I stepped back before he could shove me.
“I-” Matt started, but everything clicked in my head.
“WOAHHH WAITTTT DO YOU LIKE HER?” I excitedly raised my voice.
“NICK SHUT UP BRO HOLY FUCK” Matt screamed at me.
“You should tell her.” I giggled.
“Tell her what?” Matt questioned.
“That you like her? What else dumb fuck?” I started grabbing my things.
“Nick it’s not like that- okay maybe it is a little bit but I’m not telling her. Go get in the car.” Matt replied.
I grabbed my stuff and headed towards the car before me and Matt got in and drove to y/n’s.
(Y/N’s POV):
I heard a car pull up and immediately knew it was Nick.
“The front door’s unlocked.” I text him.
After seeing Matt pull off, I hear Nick make his way up the stairs and down the hall to my room.
“What’s wrong? You good?” Nick questioned upon entering my room.
“Dude I literally just saw Matt have a matching Instagram caption with this really really pretty girl and I’m having an anxiety attack which I don’t even know why because it’s not like he even would like me back anyway-” Nick cut me off before I could continue.
“Ok first, breathe exercise, remember? Second, what?” Nick asked, obviously concerned.
I showed him the posts.
“Y/n, babe, her post was an entire day after his was posted. He doesn’t even know her in real life. She probably just copied his caption to make it look like that.” He laughed.
The weight on my chest instantly lifted.
“There is no way I got that worked up over a misunderstanding.” I laughed along with him.
“Also, what makes you think Matt doesn’t like you?” He started interrogating me.
“Girl be for real.” I ran my hands through my hair.
“I am being for real.” He stated.
“He just wouldn’t, I know.” I laughed.
The conversation soon drifted to what our Halloween plans were and what we should do for a Thanksgiving video, ending with Nick leaving my apartment when Laura came to pick him up for a meeting.
That conversation with Nick honestly made me feel relieved, even though it didn’t get rid of my crush on Matt, which I wish would’ve happened.
I had just finished dinner, turned the LED lights in my apartment to a violet color, and pressed play on a Halloween movie when I heard a knock at my door.
“Hey” Matt said breathlessly as I opened the door.
“Matt?” I was so confused.
“Can I come in?” He asked.
“Yeah, of course. It’s chilly out there.” I giggled.
We sat down on the couch before continuing the conversation.
“Y/n I’m gonna get straight to the point. I love you. It’s you. It’s always been you. It always will be. And I know you don’t feel the same but-” I didn’t even let him finished before I spoke.
“Can I kiss you?” The words fell out of my mouth and I was almost embarrassed.
“Please.” Matt responded with a deep breath.
The kiss was passionate and hungry, like we had been parted for years.
His hands made their way to my waist, guiding me closer to him, while my hands roamed his hair.
Breaking away from the kiss, I responded: “I love you too” before tilting my head and deepening it.
After a few minutes, we pulled away and leaned back on the couch.
“Please be my girlfriend.” He begged.
“I thought you’d never ask.” I responded, smiling.
“Wow these purple lights are a really good touch in your apartment.” He laughed.
“Bro I know they’re so cool.” I giggled along with him.
I think I’m gonna keep my LED lights on violet more often.
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A/N: On a real note guys I’m so tired so I’m sorry if that was ass. Anyway, thought I’d feed y’all another fic. Peace and love 😗
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pettydollie · 2 months
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"'m not good at this"
chris, your boyfriend of a few weeks mumbled across the table from you. he'd never been on a date before, but finally decided to take you out. he played with the paper from his straw, avoiding eye contact with you.
you smiled sweetly and wrapped your legs around his from underneath the table. he giggled as he looked up at you. you sighed for a moment before leaning forward slightly. "i've.. never been on a date either." you whispered, grinning shyly.
his jaw dropped open playfully, causing you to chuckle. "naa, c'mon, you've never been on a date before??" he scoffed in disbelief
you raised your eyebrows. "heyyyy, what does that mean?" you whine. "you think 'm a slut or sumthin'?" you fake-pouted, folding your arms jokingly.
he shook his head. "no.. yer just real pretty, that's all." he looked down at the table, pretending to read the menu to hide his bashfulness. you were loving this adorable side of him that you haven't seen very often.
you failed trying to hide your bubbly grin and lightly rubbed his hand that was resting on the table. "what else?" you spoke softly, playing with his fingers like a small baby.
he chuckled, daring to look at your gorgeous face. "mm, you're incredibly funny, you're such a sweetheart, you're always honest, you make me feel good about myself... do you want me to keep going? cause we have all day." he giggled, watching your expression shift.
he was different from the other boys who tried to ask you out, you could tell. he wrote a handwritten letter to you because he was too nervous to express his romantic thoughts infront of you. after receiving it, you giggled and squealed like a little girl once you saw him again and wrapped your arms tightly around his, screaming "yes!"
a waitress stepped towards your table, catching your guys' attention. "hi, my name is candace-" chris grinned childishly "your other server ended her shift early, so i'll be taking over. are you guys ready to order?" she asked politely, holding her notepad tightly.
you hummed, looking down at the menu. "sure, i'll have-"
"a ___ for the lady and mm, a spicy chicken sandwich for me please." chris smiled up at the woman as she nodded and walked away.
your mouth formed an upside down smile and you tapped your hands on the table. "how'd you know? i didn't even tell you." he shrugged. "yea you did. on the way here, you told me you were in the mood for it."
you pulled your lips in for a second before looking away again.
"you're nice." you chirped bluntly, playing with his fingers again like it was the most interesting thing in the world. he let out a breath, smirking slightly.
"yeah, yeah.." he cheesed, hiding his face into his arm.
as soon as chris said in the new vid that he'd never been on a date, i knew i had to write abt it
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sturnioloscenarios · 3 months
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Chris x reader (sub)
Aloud to be loud❤️‍🔥
Chris Sturniolo x reader
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Summary: Sub Chris and dom y/n are finally home alone which allows them to go crazy👀 Chris starts out sub but switches to dom
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Warnings: smut, sub, dom, oral, praising, use of babe, baby and ma.
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“Babe!” Chris yells from the downstairs livingroom. “What?” I yell back. “Come down here” he yells. I don’t answer but walks down to meet him there.
Chris and I have been dating for about a year. 3 months ago I moved into his and his triplet brothers house. And since they were all home all the time, Chris and I don’t really have a lot of alone time.
“Matt and Nick just left for a meeting with Laura” Chris says with a smirk as I enter the living room. “Yeah? And?” I say.
Chris walks closer to me and brings my hands on his shoulders before putting his hands in may waist. “And therefore we are alone.” He says still smirking. He kisses my lips softly and moves down to my neck.
“Chris I’m hungry” I say trying to push him off me. “Come on ma, I need you. Really fucking bad” he says still kissing my neck. “Beg for it” I say smiling. “What?” He says. “I said beg for it”. I know how much Chris likes it when I’m dominant cause it allows him to be submissive. He likes powerful women.
He puts his lips to my ear and whispers. “Please ma, I need to feel me inside you”. “Then you will have to earn it” I answer. “Tell what to do. I’ll do anything” he says. “Anything?” I answer. He nods desperately and I smirk at him.
With my hands still around his shoulders I pull him back till I’m sitting on the armrest of the big white sofa. I’m only wearing a hoodie and some pajama shorts.
“Get down” I say and he immediately obeys. He gets down on his knees in front of me and looks up at me with puppy eyes. “Take these off” I say pointing at my shorts.
Chris grabs my shorts and quickly pulls them off. I push his head down to my now naked throbbing pussy. “Fuck babe, such a pretty pussy” he says but I interrupt him by pressing his head against it.
He starts kissing around the area before placing his flat warm tongue on my clit. A slight moan leaves my mouth and i burry my hand in his long curly hair. “Fuck baby, that feels so good”.
His hands slides up and down my thighs. “Use your fingers too” I demand. Chris immediately takes his right hand and slips two fingers inside me. He starts pumping them in and out of me and slowly begins to curl them hitting my g-spot every time.
“Fuck” I whimper. “Yeah babe? You like this? My fingers deep inside you? He asks?
“Mhm” is all I’m able to say.
“Chris” I say. “Yes babe?” He answers. “I want more.” I say. “More what babe?” He asks. “I want to feel you inside me.” That’s all Chris needed to hear. He immediately rushes to stand up in front of me and push me down to lay on the sofa.
“You want it from the back?” He asks. “Yes” I say and turn around to stand on my hands and knees. “Fuck me Chris” I demand. He quickly slips down his jeans and boxers revealing his rock hard dick. He gives it a couple of strokes before placing it at my entrance. He slaps my pussy with his dick a few times before slowly pushing himself into me.
“Fuck yes” he grunts looking down admiring the sight of his dick entering me. He gets balls deep inside me and gives me a moment to adjust.
“Move” I say. Chris immediately starts pumping in and out of me in a slow pace. He has a steady grip on my hips. “Fuck Chris go faster” I say and he is now pounding into me at a deadly pace. He is beating the air out of my lungs bruising my cervix with every thrust.
“Fuck Chris you are so big” I say between moans. “Oh yeah? You like this? My big dick deep inside you?” I moan load my in response. I feel Chris taking over the dominance after obeying everything I said so far.
He has now taking control over me. “Chris I’m gonna cum” I say. “You are gonna come when I tell you to” he answers. I’m now clenching hard around his dick trying everything not to cum.
Chris’ grunts are getting louder and he is now close as well. “Fuck babe come on my cock”. I immediately release and squirt all over him. That is enough to send Chris over the edge and I now feel his warm cum filling me up.
“Ugh ugh Ugh uuuuggghhgg fuck” he yells out loud. He’s still slowly thrusting into me riding out his high. He pulls out and gives my ass a slap.
He pulls me up by my stomach so my back is now against his chest. “Fuck ma, you are so fucking amazing” he whispers massaging my boobs. I turn my head to kiss him and say “what happened to me giving orders.” I ask. “I’m the boss and you know that. He answers and smirks at me.
“Let’s get you cleaned up miss” he says taking my hand and pulling me to the bathroom. “I’ll set up a nice bath for us” he says and kisses me softly.
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I hope you liked it. Please write more suggestions🫶🫶
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The Perfect Wingman - Chris Evans x Reader
Summary: After meeting the new vet, Dodger starts acting up
Word Count: 1.9k
Warnings: Fluff! Vet environment! Mention of Injections! Minor Injury to Pet! Uniform kink?
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
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Whenever Chris had to take Dodger to the vets he always made sure to go at awkward times that no one else went. The last thing he wanted was to be recognised, especially if Dodger was sick.
Today though it was just a general check-up and Dodger's annual jabs. The waiting room was quiet since it was now very late in the day. Dodger sat patiently waiting, his tail slowly wagging as Chris sat scrolling on his phone. Chris trying not to huff in annoyance as he still tried to get used to his new phone, wanting nothing more than to head home and get some rest after a tiring day of meetings.
“Dodger Evans?” A female voice called out.
Chris’ head snapped up since he was expecting his usual vet, one that was very much male. He blinked a couple of times as he came to his senses and stood up, wiping his hands on his jeans.
“Hi that’s me- I mean us- Dodger that’s Dodger,” Chris says stumbling over his words before pointing down at Dodger who was giving him a quizzical look.
You chuckle gently “well it’s lovely to meet you, I’m Dr Y/L/N, but please call me Y/N” you smile instantly putting Chris at ease, turning away to lead them to the examination room.
“Chris” he replied “I’m Chris” he clarified when you looked back at him slightly confused.
“Nice to meet you, now c’mon and let's get you checked out hey pal” you smile down to dodger before leading them into the examination room.
“Hey um I don’t mean to sound rude or anything but what happened to Dr Stevenson?” Chris asked as he shut the door behind him.
“He’s had to take some time off for a family emergency so I’ve taken over some of his clients, and since I’m new to the practice I’ve been given the graveyard shifts” you explain as you grab your stethoscope from the side.
“Ah nice, I mean not nice for you and for Dr Stevenson” Chris rambles scratching the back of his neck nervously.
You flashed him another smile that made him instantly relax and get more nervous at the same time. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so flustered around someone, usually he was pretty good at this but you were so different.
He could tell you were tired like he was but you still had the brightest smile on your face. Despite wearing absolutely no makeup and your ponytail being a little messy you still looked absolutely stunning in your pale green scrubs, a fact Chris would have to re-evaluate later once he was alone. The thing that amazes him the most though was the warmth you gave off, it made him feel like he was being enveloped in the biggest hug ever even though you were standing on the opposite side of the room.
“Right then pal shall we make sure everything is looking good?” You smile bending down to be at eye level with Dodger.
Dodger instantly started wiggling, trying to lick your face which just made you laugh “oh yes thank you, oh yes you’re very kind, can you sit for me? Sit?” You tell him, Dodger obeying without Chris needing to do anything.
Dodger sat patiently, his tail wagging as you checked the condition of his teeth, gums, eyes and ears.
“You’re such a good boy aren’t you? Now stay nice and still for me” you smile grabbing the stethoscope from your neck and listening to his lungs and heart.
“Yes you’re such a good boy” you smile scratching Dodger behind the ears before standing back up “how is he with injections?” You ask looking over at Chris.
“Oh um yeah usually pretty good,” Chris says nodding his head.
“Okay cool, well just to be safe do you want to just sit in front of him and give him some fussing since I’m a stranger that’s about to stab him with a needle” you joke making Chris laugh.
“Yeah sure not a problem”  Chris smiles.
He crouches down in front of Dodger, stroking his head and reassuring him while you got the injections ready. Once you crouched down beside Chris, just out of Dodger’s eye-line, Chris’ heart skipped a beat when he realised how close you were to him. As you worked Chris watched you, noticing the small furrow of your brows as you concentrated and the light spattering of freckles across your cheeks and nose.
“You’re such a brave boy, well done!” You smile as you praise Dodger “I think you deserve a treat!” You add as you grab a chicken bite from the jar.
Dodger sits patiently as he waits for his treat, something that makes you laugh gently and Chris decides that your laugh was his favourite sound.
“So is everything all good?” Chris asks.
“Yep you have a very healthy and extremely happy dog” you smile nodding your head.
Silence falls in the room for a moment as you and Chris just look at each other. Chris trying to decide whether it would be appropriate to ask you out, he couldn’t see a ring but that didn’t mean you were single, and you might not even be interested. Just as he worked up the nerve the moment was ruined when Dodger let out a loud bark.
“Great, well um thank you for everything,” Chris says clearing his throat.
“I’m just doing my job, have a lovely evening” you smile.
“I will, you too” Chris smiles nodding his head “c’mon then bubba,” he says pulling a somewhat reluctant Dodger outside.
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It was a couple of weeks later and Chris was sitting on the couch reading a new script he’d been sent. Dodger was nearby keeping himself entertained by throwing his toys around, chasing and diving onto them.
Chris smiled to himself as he watched Dodger play before turning his attention back to the script. He’d only read a couple more lines when he heard a crashing sound and Dodger yelping loudly.
Chris shot up from the couch and ran over to where Dodger was, finding him standing next to one of the side tables, his left paw raised. Chris crouched down beside Dodger, picking up the picture frame that had fallen, before checking out his paw. Chris couldn’t see anything obviously wrong with it but whenever he touched it, even gently, Dodger would whimper and whine.
“Okay pal let's get you to the vets,” Chris says opting to pick Dodger up and carry him to the car.
On the drive over Chris called the vets to let them know what had happened and that they were coming in. Once they arrived Chris carried Dodger straight into the examination room where you were waiting.
“I’ve heard we had an injured paw,” you say a look of concern on your face as you crouch down next to Dodger who was lying on the floor.
“Can you tell me what happened?” You ask glancing up at Chris.
“I dunno exactly, he was playing just out of my line of sight, I heard a crashing noise and him yelping and when I looked he wouldn’t put any weight on his front left paw” Chris sighs “I think he dived after a toy and crashed into the side table”
You hum nodding your head as you gently examine Dodger’s paw, Dodger whining and whimpering.
“He’s had a double hip replacement already because he has BB gun pellets in his hips, do you think that could be causing this? Pellets in his wrist?” Chris asks rubbing his chin.
“Potentially, but I think there’d be an obvious sign that there was a pellet since there isn’t much muscle there, and I’d be surprised if we missed it before,” you say thinking out loud “but we’ll get him an x-ray just to check and it’ll clear up whether this is a break or a muscular issue,” you say standing back up.
“That’s great thank you, do whatever you need to,” Chris says nodding his head.
It was an anxious wait for the x-ray to be done and the results to be checked. When you walked back into the room holding the x-rays Chris instantly spotted the concerned look on your face.
“Is it a break?” Chris asks nervously.
“No,” you say shaking your head “his x-ray came back completely fine, no break and I can’t even see anything that would indicate a muscular injury either, it looks perfectly fine” you explain, frowning slightly when you looked down at Dodger who was lying down a smile on his face as he wagged his tail slowly.
“So what do you think the problem is?” Chris asks confused.
“I have a theory but I need your permission to test it,” you say looking over at him.
“Yeah of course anything,” Chris says nodding his head.
“Okay cool,” you say grabbing a treat from the jar and walking to the opposite side of the room to Dodger, as far away as you could.
You crouched down and started calling for Dodger, holding out the treat as an incentive. Dodger pushed himself up and started limping over to you, his right paw raised in the air. Once he reached you, you gave him his treat a smile on your face.
“Good boy” you smile scratching him behind the ear “he’s fine his paw isn’t even injured,” you say standing back up.
Chris looks back at you confused “what? but he was just limping” he points out.
“You said it was his left paw he injured right?” You ask.
“Yeah” Chris confirms.
“Well he’s now acting like it’s his right” you explain “he’s been faking it”
“What? Why would he even do that?” Chris asks confused looking down at Dodger who was happily smiling up at him.
“Most dogs do it for attention, however, they stop as soon as the vet is mentioned, I’m surprised he carried it on right up til now” you explain shrugging your shoulders.
Chris shakes his head in disbelief as he tries to work out what Dodger's motives could possibly be. Why would Dodger want to come to the vets, he’s never had a problem with them but it was surprising that he did act injured so he’d go to the vets.
“Well I’m just as lost as you, I’m so sorry if we wasted your time” Chris sighs shaking his head.
“No not at all, it’s better to be safe than sorry but I assure you he’ll be fine, you probably just want some cuddles don’t you” You smile bending down to fuss Dodger who instantly sprang to live, confirming the fact that he wasn’t injured at all.
“I’m still really sorry, is there any way I could make it up to you? A donation or something?” Chris offers.
You smile up at him “how about a cup of coffee instead?” You suggest.
“Coffee?” Chris asks surprised, were you asking him out?
“Yeah or something stronger if you prefer, movie, I’m easy,” you say with a playful smirk.
You were definitely asking him out, Chris starting to work out Dodger’s motives “yeah sure um let me get your number and I’ll call you to set something up” Chris smiles nodding his head.
“Great and don’t worry about the bill today, it’s on us,” you tell him.
“No, c’mon I have to pay something” Chris states shaking his head.
“You can just pay for the drinks” you smirk making him laugh.
“Okay I can deal with that, thank you again and I’ll see you soon” Chris smiles
“I’ll see you soon, stay out of trouble Dodger,” you say scratching his head.
Chris gave you one last goodbye before taking Dodger who was now completely fine back to the car.
“Well bud, your methods were questionable but thanks pal, you’re the perfect wingman” Chris smiles.
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saintmuses · 24 days
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❝𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩❞
Pairing:
Chris x Rockstar!Reader
Summary:
It was 1978, she was living her life on stages. She had her whole future planned out which was playing in front of crowds until she dropped dead. Well that was the plan until the night she met Chris.
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Warning(s): soft SMUT. Slight Oral (m-receiving). Slight fingering. P in V. Attack/threat (from a stranger). Minors, dni!
Word Count: 3k
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For some reason, this particular night called her. Called out to her in a certain fashion with a seductive tone with a voice as a sin. 
She didn’t know why, but she was ready to fall in the deep abyss that was the night sky filled with clusters of stars. To her, the stars reminded her of gold dust from afar; the closest thing to her was the gold glitter smeared on her cheekbones that was brushed upwardly and gold eyeshadow that looked like fallen dust.
It was nineteen seventy-eight, and Y/N could practically taste the anticipation on her lips as she could hear the rising excitement of having her on stage at . 
Clad in worn-out converses, bell bottom jeans and skin tight tank top, she was the lead singer and one of the songs her band had written and produced ended up playing on the radio.
It was music to her ears, flowing in one ear with gold glitter and coming out with dust in gold dust because she drained every critic, every success, it was the most powerful thing in the world. The power that the words held over them. Sending them into a trance-like state, and she couldn't blame them because if she was in their shoes, she would've felt the same.
Her voice nearly faltered when her eyes landed on a lone guy standing by the wall, far away from the sporadic crowd, gripping the base of the microphone with one hand and holding the spine of the stand with the other; she was surprised by the fact that she could see him in the crowd like this. Pulsing, erratic, a unified wave with the strobe lights flashing red and blue over the nightclub.
Her voice then faded into the low range, whispering the words of the song that was blasting across the place as she raked her eyes down his frame.
She could tell that his hair was somewhat shoulder length and dark, almost as dark as the wall behind him, maybe even closer to black. She could tell there was a mustache adorning his skin between his nose and his upper lip, and he was handsome despite of it. He would've been just a regular nobody, and she would be none wiser, but the thing about him that drew her in like a moth to its flame was the holster hidden underneath his leather jacket.
And that was why she could tell he wasn't a regular nobody. Maybe nobody in her world, but as far as it goes...he wasn't a nobody in his world; of that she could tell. He was dressed in dark colored pants, a patterned buttoned up shirt beneath the leather jacket he was adorning that were clearly custom cut for his body.
Who carried a gun to a nightclub? Or even a bar? He was at a high risk of destroying the place with a sea of crowd full of intoxicated people and a few were all high on powdered addiction. 
She felt like she was singing the words to him. Maybe she was, but no one had to know. She was nearly flustered when she knew that he knew she was looking at him as she growled into the microphone -with the words that drove through the crowd relentlessly- due to the smirk that lilted his lips.
Those lips from afar, are the ones that she wanted to kiss. And she didn't even know him. Just a mere stranger from the sideline, an observant, a bystander. A handsome bystander at that. All she knew was his eyes were on her, and she relished in the attention that he was giving her. There could be many men in one room that could be so handsome, but she would single him out. 
It was electrifying.
Her painted lips trembled slightly at the sight of his face as he stared at her. It wasn't the one of those creepy stares that she would get every now and then. It was more of a romantic novel stare like one of those movies that border-lined dramatic on romantic scenes. She didn’t know him. Yet, she didn’t care because she had a feeling she will know him very soon.
She nibbled her bottom lip when the drummer took over for the solo, and her eyes were heavily lidded as she mentally beckoned him to come to her. To come closer to her, to lessen the distance between him and her with the crowd in between. 
To suppress the electricity charged tension that she had felt earlier before coming upon the elevated platform, she then knew it was him that was making the night called to her. She then shifted her hips to shimmy them to the beats of the drums as it echoed throughout the room.
Her eyes were still on his as she finished the song. She wouldn't be able to look at the song the same way ever again.
Every time she would sing the song in the future, she would remember the icy eyed man in a leather jacket.
Y/N dipped the rag into the running warm water and raised it in front of her as she stared at the dirty mirror of the small dingy bathroom, then dragged the damp cloth across her face to clean up the gold dust off of her cheeks.
When she was at the age of sixteen, she ran away from home; her mother and her father died in a robbery gone wrong sending her and her brother to their guardian. There were more secrets in the family, and more lies that she couldn't take anymore and ran out of the town ever since.
She was a runaway from the quiet town of Massachusetts and had ended up in California after weeks of long days and lonely nights where people paid her no mind and not an ounce of sympathy in their hearts. It had been one cold rainy night on the street in Los Angeles where she met her very first friend and bandmate.
They had a simple idea. A seed, really. It was a tiny seed that slowly turned into roots then it erupted into a wild thing. A simple idea was to form a rock band, whereas everyone chased their dreams, and had been crushed when life deemed to not be satisfied enough to give them what they deserved after a lot of sacrifices and dedication.
Somehow, Y/N and her bandmate were able to make it come true. It was a small dream, really. It went from two, a guitarist and a singer. That was a rough draft; then they somehow got three more. A dream became a reality when she was eighteen when she heard her song on the radio for the first time. She wasn't always the avid music lover; she'd settle for classical music. 
When she was a little girl, she wanted to be a doctor; to follow her father's footsteps. After her parents died, that desire went from being a doctor to a writer. A writer about horrors, she supposed. Granted she had enough of them to last a lifetime.
Between running away from a small town in Massachusetts to arriving in a severely overpopulated city that is Los Angeles, music had become her only source of comfort. she had constantly listened to Fleetwood Mac, David Bowie, ABBA, Meat Loaf, the Runaways, and etcetera on the radios in the random vehicles as she raised her thumb in the cool days of spring and hot days of summer to hitch a ride or two across the States to realize that the music was her lover. Then from that point on, it manifested into a dream.
No matter how much she played the music, sung into the melody's lips, her lover, she would always be the imposter; inside of the rock persona, she was a nobody, a nineteen-year-old from the quiet town who escaped from her past, because nothing will change the truth about herself. 
Y/N sighed as she pulled her leather jacket around her frame tightly as she stepped through the back door and into the October air. She glanced around when she felt a shift in the air; she already sent her friends to the hotel earlier and wanted the night to herself so she was on high alert.
Before she could take a step on the way out of the alleyway, she felt a presence looming over her, and she turned around. She let out a groan when her back slammed against the rough wall, and she opened her eyes to see an unknown man hovering over her with his hand wrapped around her throat, constricting her airways along with a knife to her skin.
"Ah, pretty thing." The man hissed; his eyes flashed maliciously as his lips curled. "Why won't you fight back?" He asked after he realized she wasn't taking control of the situation.
"Are you stupid?" She hissed gasping as she struggled to breathe, "you’re holding a knife to my neck."
He bared his teeth in response which revealed his fury, and he reared back to shove the weapon into the juncture of her neck.
She squeezed her eyelids shut in preparation of the pain that she knew she would feel once his knife cut into her skin, but nothing happened until she heard a gun going off and she felt his fingers loosening the grip on her throat; so, she opened her eyes to see a stunned face reflecting back at her, his eyes were wide, unseeingly and his mouth was agape before collapsing onto the pavement.
Her eyes followed to see a familiar man she saw in the audience earlier, the one who she couldn't take her eyes off all night, standing in front of her with his fingers gripping a handgun in his hand and drops of blood splattered his face.
"You alright?" he asked, his hand -the one not holding the weapon- was reaching for the handkerchief inside of his leather jacket, tugging on it and pulled it out as he placed the weapon back into his holster.
The man whipped the cloth into a loose form as her eyes drew to it; it was white, a stark contrast of himself. White was pure, from what she could tell he was not pure, and she was certain that he weathered a lot of burden in that regard.
She snorted, "I am…” she trailed off, eyeing him. “But who the hell are you?" She asked, shaking her head slightly.
"Chris." His eyebrows shot up with a smirk, then he wrapped the cloth around his face to wipe off the excess of her attacker's blood.
"Well, Chris. Thank you for saving my life." She grumbled, straightening her leather jacket, dusting off some lint off of her shoulders before looking at him.
"You don’t like it when someone saves you?" He asked after stuffing the cloth into the pocket of his pants.
She nodded, pushing a several loose strands away from her face. “Don’t like owing someone a debt.” 
He inclined his head towards her, "Let me take you to some place nearby and we can talk more about this," he gestured for her to come with him.
“Can I trust you?”
“Aye, I did save your life after all.” A smirk curled his lips before walking away while pulling out a case of cigarettes out of his leather jacket pocket.
"My mama had warned me about men like you," she said playfully as she slid into the booth underneath the bright lights of the quiet diner. A stark contrast to the night lights in the crowd of the bar.
He clasped his fingers on the top of the dull surface of the table, chuckling slightly, "she told you to stay away from IRA men, eh?” 
She shook her head, “no. Dangerous men.”
“Not dangerous around you,” he murmured causing her to blush. “What made you want to sing?” He was genuinely curious.
She looked at him, eyeing him before she exhaled softly. "It was sort of a dying wish; my life has been filled with death and none of people did what they wanted to do…my life was dull ever since my parents died and I had to do something about it. It's like a bucket list, except there's only one thing on the list to do before my death. So, when I die, at least I did something meaningful with my life.”
It had been during one hot summer day in nineteen seventy-six when he heard her voice for the first time. He could recall her voice sent shivers down his spine when it blasted from the radio in his borrowed vehicle, he didn't know who she was then; However, he knew he had to know her.
It was enticing, her voice. When he went across one of the local record stores, he found what he was looking for, and he had remembered his eyes widened, his jaw slacked, and his fingers were gripping on the cover.
He was a fool when he thought that he was done playing a schoolboy with a crush on some hot girls back in Ireland, but the proof was undeniably on the cover that he's holding.
He was curious about the voice of the music, so he had bought it and had listened to it. It wasn't until over a year later, he heard that Y/N and her band were going to play at a bar which happened to be near where he was staying at.
He was already enraptured by her voice, but until he walked into the sporadic room, she had captured his attention to her beauty that the others did not have. By the time she was done with the show, he knew he had to have her. 
"Thank you," she murmured while fiddling her thumbs.
He tilted his head sideway. "For what?"
"For saving my life." She smiled softly.
He allowed a small smirk to grace upon his face while gazing at her. "You can thank me by telling me how you were introduced to a different world." He said expectantly, ignoring the tension that rose between them. It wasn't the time yet.
She hummed before telling him the story from the very first night she almost died.
A few hours later, he drove her back to his rental place which happened to be a dingy little motel, and now they're in the assigned room of his.
"I...I don't really do this stuff," she stammered, flushing heavily under his heady gaze.
One thing had led to another as soon they walked into the living room. Electricity surged between them with phantom rope tied them together, and they had to give into the feeling. The tension had exploded literally and figuratively. 
It was undeniably inevitable.
He walked closer to her, loosening the jacket, and she forced herself to keep her arms by her side from touching him. She felt the weight of his hand pressed against the lower part of her back as he reached for her. It ascended in a slow line, following the curve of her back from her spine.
"It's okay. I don't do it either," he murmured, and then his fingers curled around the nape of her neck, and her mind quieted.
“I don’t believe you,” she said automatically.
“Well, I don’t, I usually just take them out for dinner, but sometimes it’s tediously boring that we never go that far. You on the other hand…” he trailed off; His other hand drew a trail over the curve of her hip, rising over her waist where he barely grazed over her breasts. Her breath caught in her throat and her gaze averted at his exploration. He dipped his head, his lips hovering over hers. Her lips trembled at the sheer tension as it rose between them.
His fingers caressed her face, tucking strands of hair behind her ears as his tongue slid against hers, and she just pressed her body against his in response, he then gripped her by the waist. It wasn't enough.
It was heaven and hell being close to his presence.
She nipped at his neck, and he gasped. She finally opened his shirt and yanked it from his pants rather unceremoniously, her fingers touching the fabric.
She sucked in a gasp at the sudden pressure of two digits sliding over the underwear.
He held her gaze, her dilated pupils and flushed cheeks utterly entrancing. She felt his fingers hooked into the elastic of her underwear and tugged down, allowing them to drop onto the floor. She inhaled sharply as she felt his fingers trail up her thighs.
His breath was hot in her ear as he murmured her name, her hips bucked forward as he slid his fingers into her.
His eyes trailed over her bare breasts after she reached around her back to unclasp the hooks and dropped her bra to the floor. The light pressure made her knees shake as he cupped her breasts with his fingers, blue eyes gazing as her back helplessly arched.
She lowered herself to the floor, the thick carpet was soft under her knees.
When she looked up at him, she saw his head was thrown back, his eyes closed. He groaned and tightened his grip in her hair, making her eyes roll back.
She felt a flash of arousal clenching her abdomen. That she could easily make him lose control as easy as he could keep a façade. She then swirled her tongue around his cock, taking him deeper with glitter in her eyes.
His body was flushed against her, hovering over her frame, all around her in so many ways in one. She quietly begged him to move. As if he could read her mind, he began to slowly move in and out of her with a swirl of his hips, pushing back in all the way with each thrust.
Her body rocked helplessly against the mattress each time, her breasts bounced slightly with each thrust, a rhythmic pounding that seemed to match her heartbeat. His hips thrusted so roughly that she'd be sore. Her hips would ache, she'd feel him for the rest of the night and in the morning.
His breath came in shallow pants, he whispered against her damp skin that he will make her breakfast in the morning.
That thought made her feel warmer than she had ever been.
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lightning-hawke · 3 months
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Blizzard
Chris Redfield x Reader
Summary: It's been a long, shitty winter that's wearing you down. Chris can't fix the weather or anything else outside your home but he will do everything to help you feel better.
Word count: 2105
Additional tags: angst, eventual fluff, hurt/comfort, bathing, Chris being a sweetheart
Author's note: This started off as me wanting Chris to squish me (thanks to my post about wanting someone to lay on me), which should've been smutty (I mean, c'mon. I've done more with less) but it just got sad. Oops 🤷‍♀️
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As the days grew shorter and the nights colder, it left a bitter taste in Chris' mouth. His work was unpredictable at best, sometimes he could go days with nothing, able to spend it at home with you without a second thought, others, he wouldn't be able to even send you a small text so you knew he was still breathing.
Yours wasn't like his. It was predicable, at least, more so than his in the way that you knew you'd be working when you got up out of bed in the early morning hours before the sun rose. There was no panicked calls in the dead of night, calling you into places that made Hell seem a comforting place to rest. It didn't mean it was any easier than his however. Especially when the weather turned sour and the cold air froze everything it touched.
It was a common occurrence, seeing you walk in the door, exhausted, hurt and close to tears. Snowflakes melting in your eyelashes, ice clinging to your nose and snow coating every inch of you. Sometimes blood added to it, staining the stark white clinging to your body.
Stubbornly, you'd shed your jacket and boots before hiding away in the shower. To warm up, you'd tell him every time, though it wasn't only for warmth – Chris knew you better than that. More was going on than just using the hot water to warm yourself up after long, frozen days.
He might not know everything that went on in your job, but it was wearing you down. Whittling away your happiness and leaving you broken. Something he knew all too well.
There wasn't much he could do to fix out there, but within the four walls of your shared home, he'd do everything he could to help. Whether it was cooking, cleaning – which he'd almost considered getting a maid costume just to get a laugh from you when you came home and saw that – or anything else.
You were his world and when you were hurting, he was hurting. So he had to fix that.
The morning began as it always did, you went about your morning routine while he doted on you, doing his best to help out while still staying out of the way. Then you'd leave for work and he'd be left alone until you returned.
You'd been gone for a few hours already, so he did what he could. Cleaning the house, working on cooking a simple warm meal in the house – since the dreadful cold was too unbearable to handle to use the barbecue, much to his displeasure. He tried – though when it felt like he'd freeze solid just waiting for it to warm up enough to clean it, it was just too cold. Simple, home cooked meals would have to do while it was ass-numbingly cold.
As the food cooked, it grew closer to the time you'd walk through the door once again. Leaving the food simmering on the stove, he went to the bathroom to run a bath for you. No hiding away in the shower tonight.
He'd set it up just the way you liked, hot, steaming water filling the tub – far too hot for him, but by the time you got to it, hopefully it'd cool down enough. A towel lay on the rack beside, freshly washed and ready for you. Your favourite soap sitting on the edge beside the small bee toy you'd had the entire time he knew you. Maybe it needed a rubber duck friend? That'd surely earn a smile.
The steaming water slowly filled the tub, lapping at the edges as he finally turned the faucet. Steam filled the cool room, a haze coating everything. Hot – boiling by his standards – just the way you loved it.
As he finished up getting the bath ready he heard the door open and you stumble inside.
"Welcome home, babe," he called out, walking out of the bathroom to the sight he'd grown far too used to seeing. Snow coated your body, ice crystals forming in your eyelashes – from tears or just the cold he wasn't sure – and under your nose. Your front was coated in half melted snow, as if you'd fallen. From the past few weeks, he had no doubt you had. Everything had to ache, from the cold and the – hopefully singular – fall.
You were a frozen mess he wished to gather into his arms and never let go.
"Oh, hi, love," you murmured, briefly looking up at him. Only briefly, your eyes dropping back down as you fought with your boots, slick from mud and melting snow, making them almost impossible to remove with just your feet.
"Food's on the stove," Chris begun as he walked over. His hands went to your jacket as you fought with your boots, unzipping it and helping you out of it. "And I've got the tub ready for you."
"Thank you," you whispered.
You barely spoke after getting home, he knew you were about to dash away and hide while trying to handle the stress. It drove him insane that you'd rather deal with it alone. Let me help, dammit!
"Don't run," he said softly, his hand finding yours as he put your jacket on the hook beside the door. "Let me help."
You opened your mouth, about to protest but closed it right away, evidently too exhausted for a fight. It tore at him. He was glad you wouldn't fight him, that you wouldn't be so damn stubborn and would accept his help, finally. But it killed him to see the stubborn woman he loved too exhausted to protest simple things.
He whisked you away to the bathroom, arm wrapped around your waist for comfort. One in the bathroom he began to strip away your clothes slowly, giving ample time for you to push him away if you truly needed to be alone.
"I can do this on my own, you know?" you sighed, making no effort to try and push him away. Even going so far as to move to make it easier for him to undress you.
"I know. But I want to," he replied as he stripped off your shirt. It got tossed in a pile on the floor to be cleaned after the bath, the rest of your clothes soon join it. As the last remnant of clothing hit the ground his hands return to your arm as he helped guide you into the bathtub.
"Trying to cook me alive, Chris?" you mumbled as you sat down, the hot water lapping at your frozen skin. Steam rose upwards from the hot water meeting your skin and he inwardly cringed, wondering how you could possibly stand such hot water on frozen skin.
"Only because you love it," he replied. "Move forward," he added, nodding at you as he stood up, towering above you.
"You don't have-"
He cut you off immediately, "I want to." You weren't doing this alone tonight and nothing could force him to change his mind. He quickly shed his clothes, tossing them into the pile with yours and stepped towards the bathtub before you could protest too much more.
It's awkward, the tub wasn't built for him to sit in it comfortably, let alone you and him. But he forced himself down, groaning as his bare skin touched the too hot water. It burned, his skin tingling as he sat down and going slightly rosy from the heat. Yet it chased away all remnants of the cold ache that'd settled in his bones – maybe you were onto something with too hot water.
"Come here," he murmured, reaching forward and bringing you back against him. Your back lay flush against his chest, thighs and hips awkwardly pushing into his inner thighs.
"Comfortable?"
"It's not too bad."
"You can say it's cramped, I can take it," he replied, trying to draw out a smile, a laugh, anything really.
"Yeah, this tub is really small," you murmured, the edges of your lips slightly curving upwards. It wasn't much but it was a start.
He hummed and shifted against you, trying to get as comfortable as he could. Wordlessly, he reached up for the soap resting beside the bee, dipping it into the water and began to wash your arm resting on he knee.
You shifted, moving your arm upwards enough to make it easy for him. No longer trying to fight him, only resting against him, exhausted.
He scrubbed away the dirt, the friction of his skin against yours helping warm you up more. Your skin was freezing despite sitting in the hot water and pressed up against him. As his hands gently rubbed the soap into your skin he could feel the goosebumps. Why do we have to live somewhere so damn cold?
Once your arms were cleaned, he worked his way downwards. Touch gentle and reassuring, he didn't push anything. Even as his hands ghosted over your breasts and further down, none of it was anything but cleaning the day's grime off.
The water began to cool off as he worked, a layer of bubbles resting on the surface and lapping at you and him.
"Warmed up?" he asked softly as he finished up, now resting his arms around your waist, trapping you against him. He didn't need your answer, your skin had finally warmed up enough it didn't shock him each time you pressed up against him, but he still wanted to hear your voice.
"Yeah," you answered.
"Good. Come on, let's get you dressed," he said. Ordering you almost – it wasn't meant as an order – though the instinct to take over and do everything himself still remained, even with you. Today was no different, though this time you needed the support.
He helped you to your feet and followed right behind, hands never leaving your hips. Wrapping the towel around you, he finally stepped out of the tub.
"Stop, you do it wrong," you grumbled, pushing his hands away from the top of the towel, though the words held no heat. He never could get the towel wrapped around you the way you preferred, always leaving it so it slipped off unintentionally. This time however he did it on purpose.
"Sorry, sweetheart," he said with a smile. Getting a grumpy response like that was exactly what he was looking for. He looked down at you, admiring you a moment as you dried yourself off before grabbing a second towel and wrapping it around his waist.
You looked up at him for a brief moment, smiling slightly. He took your hand and carefully led you to your shared bedroom, the tub full of water forgotten for the time being. It could sit for a bit – you needed his attention far more than some dirty water did.
As you stepped foot into the bedroom he helped you to the bed, holding your hand the entire time. He always had to have a hand on you, it was comforting – he knew exactly where you were then and never had to worry. Now, it was needed even more, he would do anything to help you.
You sat down on the bed, hand holding your towel up as you watched him rummage through the closet to grab comfortable clothes.
"This work?" he asked, looking over his shoulder at you, holding one of his shirts up. Your favourite one, the one he always lent to you – had tried to give to you, only to be shut down immediately. Which he'd quickly realized it was because it was more fun to 'steal' it.
"Yeah."
He grinned, knowing it was – it always was good enough – and walked back over to you. "I love you," he whispered, kissing your temple as he pulled the shirt over your head. It lay against your skin, not your size but comfortable nonetheless.
"I love you too."
He helped you with a pair of your sweatpants as well, his hands never leaving you as he pulled them up. Any other day you'd complain, scoffing and telling him to stop pretending you couldn't do it. It was part of what he loved about you, the stubborn, hardheadedness that'd drive him insane were it anyone else.
Once you were fully dressed, he grabbed his sweatpants, quickly tossing them on. "Now, ready for something to eat?" he asked, already knowing the answer before you could nod.
Maybe he couldn't fix what went on outside during the cold winter months, but he could make inside as comfortable and safe for you as possible. Nothing would stop him from doing that.
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holylulusworld · 8 months
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Nrfth (7) – Shattered dreams
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Summary: Betrayal cuts deep, if your heart and trust get damaged.
Pairing: Chris Evans x fem!Reader
Warnings: heavy angst, unrequited feelings, kinda cheating, fwb relationship, implied smut, betrayal, heartbreak, time jumps, Chris is not nice in this chapter, language, violence (lightly), mentions of blood/character’s death (film scene), mentions of death of a pet/anxiety, we stan Tracey in this house
A/N: I cut the scenes about their relationship short and added a time jump because of the lack of interest in their backstory/the story itself.🤷‍♀️
A/N2: Please consider I changed the timeline (timespan between the movies) a little to match my story. We are now in 2013, two years after they met.
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<< Part 6
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“OH, MY FUCKING GOD!” Tracey squeals when she picks you up from the airport. “My girl got laid!” She exclaims loudly and wraps you in a hug. “I’m so proud of you.”
You are baffled. How can she know you slept with Chris?
“What? I—”
“Don’t deny it, babe,” she tuts. “I can see it in your eyes. You got a good dick.” She grins. “I hope it was Chris Evan’s dick and that he made you his girlfriend!”
You sigh and drop your eyes. “Kinda…”
“Kinda?” She cocks her head. “What’s that supposed to mean? You got a good dick or not!”
“He wants a friend-with-benefits kind of arrangement. I don’t know if that’s for me. I really like him, and only being with him for sex feels…wrong.”
“If it felt wrong, he didn’t do it right,” Tracey tuts. She holds you a little tighter, hoping you won’t get your heart broken…again. “What are you going to do?”
“Chris said he’s not ready for a relationship yet. Maybe, if we are friends with benefits he’ll see there is more between us than good sex.”
“Good sex,” Tracey snickers. “How good? Is he kinky? Tell me every detail. I prepared a sleepover including booze, food, and a lot of talking. I’ve missed my babe.”
“I’ve missed you too, Trace,” you laugh. “What do you think? Is it worth a try?”
“If you like him…” Your friend sighs. She doesn’t know if it’s a good idea to agree to become Chris’s friend with benefits. “Let’s talk about everything at home.”
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Two years later, your trailer, …
“Two years already, huh?” you roll over to your side to look at Chris. You wanted to talk about his plans for the weekend and the latest script. “Where has the time gone?”
“You want to talk about time?” He moves his hand toward your ass to grope it. “Really? Right after I rocked your world, doll?”
“Stop with the charm offensive, Evans. I need to talk about a few things with you.” You run your hand over his chest, tickling his skin with your fingertips. “It’s been almost two years since we started this secret little affair. And…uh…I was asking myself if you’d want to come with me this weekend to visit my parents.”
“Your parents?” He sits up to look down at your naked form. “You want me to meet the parents this weekend?”
“Yeah. I mean…we don’t have to tell them that we are a thing or something. I just want them to meet my friend and co-star. Dad is a big fan and he’d love to ask a few questions about your role.”
“Sorry, uh—” He gets defensive and doesn’t look you in the eye. “I got plans for the weekend. You know I…” Chris shakes his head. “This is not the way I wanted to tell you about it.”
“What’s wrong? I understand if you have plans. No problem.” You pat his thigh. “I should’ve asked you sooner. It’s a bit sudden. I didn’t want to pressure you into doing something you don’t want to.”
“I met someone,” he suddenly says. You gape at Chris. This is the last thing you expected him to say. Especially not right after you had passionate sex for the second time that day. “We are going on a date this weekend.”
There is a sudden pain in your chest making you gasp for air. You feel like someone emptied a bucket filled with ice-cold water over your head. A cold shiver runs down your spine and your insides twist.
“You must be joking, right?” You scramble away when Chris tries to touch you. “You are telling me that you met someone right after we had sex? What’s wrong with you? If this is another prank I can tell, this is not funny, Chris.”
“Y/N, I,” he sighs and drops his gaze. “I met her at the casting for the upcoming Avengers movie.” Chris bites his tongue. “We just…clicked.”
He sounds so casual about his revelation. Chris just told you that he’s going on a date with another woman after fucking you senseless.
“How can you do this to me? After two years.” You get out of bed and wrap the blanket around your body. “What am I to you? A sex toy? Has everything we experienced together over the last two years meant nothing to you?”
“I told you right after we had sex for the first time that I’m not ready for a relationship. You agreed to this.” He gestures between you and him. “I thought you know it’s only sex.”
“Only sex? You spend almost every free minute with me. Sweet kisses, hours of talking about the future. Me holding you when East died.” You get louder. It’s the first time you’re losing your temper. “I was there when you got anxious and sad. For two years I was there for you.”
Your voice cracks, and you can already feel the tears form in your eyes. “Y/N, shit. You’re working yourself up. I thought you’ll understand. I never said that you cannot meet other guys.”
“I thought it was obvious that I’m in love with you, Chris. Do you honestly believe I agreed on becoming your fuckbuddy for sex?” You sniff. “I did it to give you time to realize you want more than sex too.”
“I’m sorry…I can’t.” Chris hastily gets out of bed to throw his clothes back on. “We should…I mean…”
“End this…” You bitterly reply. Chris silently nods. He swallows thickly watching you wipe a few stray tears off your cheek. “You should go. I need to go home and back my bag for the weekend. We see us on Monday for the final scenes…”
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Monday came too soon. You had to cancel your weekend with your parents, coming up with a lame excuse to not join the barbecue with friends and family.
Tracey held you all night long while you cried in her chest. She tried to soothe you, but it was no use. 
You are in love. Chris too. Sadly, he’s not in love with you.
“Babe, maybe you should call in sick,” Tracey worriedly says. She took a week off to be there for you and is ready to kidnap you for a roadtrip. “Babe. Did you listen?”
“I need to wrap up the final scenes. It’s an intense one…but without Chris. I’ll get shot and…” You sniff. “Well, he doesn’t need to be on set for the scene. Me choking on my blood is the final scene and the end of this season.”
“But…you’re in the next season. Right?” Your friend questions. “Right? They gave you a contract for the next season.”
“Yeah…I mean…uh-“ You frown. “We talked and they wanted me to sign for two more seasons. And I’m still waiting for them to call me for the cameo in the Avengers movie. Chris didn’t say…”
His name makes you choke on tears again. “Okay. That’s good.” She softly says. “Can you work alongside him after what happened?”
“When I’m acting, I forget about everything else. We are on hiatus after wrapping up the final episode. Enough time to get over him.” 
Tracey nods. She doesn’t say a thing, just brings you into her arms to smother you with attention. “We are going to break his dick one day. I promise you will find a better guy in no time.”
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“And…cut.” You exhale sharply. This was an intense scene. You’re still covered in fake blood and despair when they call for your name. 
You get up and bow when the team gives you a little applause. You chuckle and thank them as one of the PAs hands you the script for the post-credit scene.
“Thank you.” You give the young girl a soft smile. “I’ll check on it right away.”
“Babe, you were awesome!” Tracey claps her hands. “So…can we read the post-credit scene now?”
“Yep. Let’s go to my trailer…”
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“I-I don’t understand,” your voice trembles when you read the last scene, the post-credit scene for your character. “Why am I reading about my death?”
“What?” Tracey snatches the script out of your hands. “Maybe they want to fake your death or something.”
“No. I was meant to be rescued by Captain America. We talked about the last scene not two weeks ago. Chris…I mean Steve finds me and carries me out of the abandoned house. He believes I’m dying but then they zoom in on my face and I open my eyes…”
“They try to fuck you over, babe,” Tracey angrily flings the script across the trailer. It hits the wall and falls to the ground with a loud thud.
“This can’t be real. Chris has some other woman and a few days later they kill my character off?” Your head snaps toward Tracey. “No. He wouldn’t…”
“That fucker!!!”
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“I don’t understand. You cannot break our contract. I was hired for two more seasons and even refused to take other roles,” you’re more than angry. “Why the sudden change of mind?”
“We had no choice, Miss Y/L/N,” they don’t even look you in the eyes. The people praising you for your good work not weeks ago and offering a role in the Avengers movie to you act like you did something wrong. “We are sorry.”
“Sorry? You break our contract and ruin my career out of the blue and all you got to say is that you are sorry?” You’re fuming. “I’ll sue you!”
“He offered us a choice. We lose Captain America or his sidekick.” At least they have the decency to look guilty. “We are sorry. Maybe we will find another role for you in the Marvel Universe. We have a lot of upcoming projects.”
“He said that you can either lose me or Captain America?” You sniffle. “Why would Chris do such a thing? We always worked together so well.”
“We never signed a contract for two more seasons. It was only an offer we need to take back now...”
“So, you want me to film the last scene, smile and act like he didn’t ram a knife in my back?” You shake your head. “I’ll call my lawyer. We will see if I film this scene…”
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“Breach of contract. Great.” You hang up and fling your phone across the room. “This must be a fucking joke.”
“What’s wrong?” Tracey curses under her breath. “Shit, sorry. I know what’s wrong. I meant, what did your lawyer say?”
“If I do not film the scene, it’s a breach of contract and they can sue me. They didn’t sign a contract for the next seasons. I got nothing but their word. In other words. I got nothing to prove that they fucked me over.”
“Is there nothing we can do about it?”
“All I can do is film the scene, hold my head high, and leave the set. I can lick my wounds later,” you fight the tears. “Maybe this is for the best. The critics praised me, and the industry knows about me now. I’ll take some time off and wait for another role.”
“I won’t leave you alone. I’ll come with you.” Tracey states. 
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Chris is holding you in his arms, crying as your head lolls to the side. You hold your breath for the scene and do not scent Chris’s cologne. “Nooo!” Captain America cries. “Why her?”
“And…cut!” The moment the scene is done you push against Chris’s shoulder. “Let me down and get off me.”
Chris carefully puts you down. He swallows hard when he sees the utter disappointment and pain in your eyes. “Wait, can we not talk?”
You cackle loudly and put your hands on your hips. “Talk? Talk about what? That you used me for two years only to get cozy with some other bitch?” You cock your head. “Or maybe you want to explain why you ruined my career? Huh?”
“You know,” Chris whispers. “Listen…I’m sorry but I thought it’s easier this way.” He has the nerve to look guilty.
“Easier for you,” you bite back. “You know what.” 
Tracey cheers when you knee him in the balls. “BABE! You’re awesome!” She claps her hands. “I knew you are a bad bitch.”
Chris falls to his knees, tears in his eyes.
You look around the crew, smirking as everyone looks shocked about your outburst. You lift your hands and give them all the finger before turning toward Tracey.
“Fuck you, Chris. Fuck Hollywood. Fuck this business. Fuck all of you!”
>> Part 8
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slut-for-evans-stan · 5 months
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I've got you.
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Pairing: Pete Brenner x reader
Word count: 1.3k
Warnings: fluff!!
Summary: after a bad day at work, the reader comes home to her husband Pete who showers her with his love, making her forget all her worries.
(I feel that aside from all the douchiness, Pete is a softie and a very caring lover)
Requested by: @maximeverstappen
a/n: this is my first ever fic in years and I've no clue how stuff works on Tumblr. This is not proofread, please pardon me for errors if any! I tried my best :')
Please like, comment and/or reblog, it'll make me really happy <3
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To say her day at work was exhausting and grueling was an understatement. From the moment y/n stepped foot in the office, something or the other kept going wrong, and most of it wasn't even her fault but being the Team player she was, she took a big part of the blame on herself.
To add to her misery, while in a hurry she almost tripped down the stairs, the impact of trying to regain balance hard on her left ankle but she had no time to pay attention to that, rushing to get her superior's signature on the required documents.
Y/n was so caught up with her tasks that she didn't even bother having anything for lunch, just wanting to get done with all the workload so she could relax.
Around 4:55 pm, she breathed a long sigh of relief shutting off her laptop and settling her belongings, having finally finished all the work that was in her cup for the week. All she wanted now was to go home and cuddle with her husband till she fell asleep. After locking up her cabin and telling her
"see you tomorrow"s
to fellow colleagues, she left the office walking to the parking lot and getting in her car to drive off.
Once in her car, she checked her phone for the first time since she left for work this morning, seeing about 10 missed calls and texts from her husband, Pete. They'd usually facetime each other during their lunch breaks, eating together and talking about how their day was going so far but today she didn't get the opportunity to do that either. Y/n opened his chat and told him that she's on her way back, apologizing for not calling or responding to his texts and that she had a terrible day at work. Starting her car and playing some calming music she set on her way back home.
Around half an hour later, Pete heard the sound of her car, smiling to himself, excited to finally see y/n after a busy day. Before she could even ring the doorbell, the door to their home opened and she was welcomed with the sight of Pete looking ever so handsome in just his pajamas. Dropping her handbag, y/n immediately jumped right into his arms, hugging him and he held her tight and stayed like that for minutes. When they parted, she had her hands around his neck. He saw tears in her eyes and caressed her face, planting a soft kiss on her lips and temple, smiling, and softly whispered
"It's okay baby, it's okay. I've got you".
He held her hand leading her inside their home. As they entered the living room, y/n was greeted by the warm scent of dinner being prepared in the kitchen, which made her very aware of how hungry she was. Right after Pete had received y/n's text, he'd made up his mind on making her feel better in whatever ways he could. He turned y/n around and said
"Dinner will be ready soon sweetheart, I've already drawn the tub for you, why don't you go ahead and take a nice, hot bath to soothe your muscles? ".
Y/n hummed quietly, planting a kiss on Pete's cheek, smiling to herself wearily as she made her way to the bathroom.
As she soaked in the warm bath scattered with fragrant rose petals, feeling her tension begin to ease, Pete knocked and came in with a glass of her favourite wine, setting it down on a sitting stool beside the bathtub, making her whisper a soft
"thank you baby"
and he planted another soft kiss on her forehead and left. She could hear the sounds of Pete chopping vegetables and stirring pots in the kitchen, making her stomach rumble in anticipation.
After a while, y/n got out of the bathtub, dried herself, and changed into comfortable clothing- Pete's maroon hoodie and a pair of shorts, feeling a little better. As she emerged from the bathroom, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated, the soft glow of candles lead her to the dining table, where a playlist of their favourite songs played in the background, creating a soundtrack for their evening. She found Pete waiting for her at the dining table which was adorned with fresh flowers, and a handwritten note expressing his love awaited her, tucked beneath the dinner napkin.
She sat down with a suprised look on her face, and said
"How did you manage to do all this is in such a short time?"
with a cheesy grin and a wink he replied,
"My love for you makes me efficient in a way I can't explain."
As soon as he opened the pot's lid, y/n squealed happily, seeing that Pete had made her favorite chicken stew for dinner, a string of thank yous falling from her lips. Pete fed her the first bite of food and she groaned in satisfaction at the delicious taste, saying
"Gosh you are the best!"
making him chuckle and respond
"I know".
Savouring each bite, she did a happy little dance as she ate, her stressful day at work long forgotten. Y/n couldn't help but notice the way Pete looked at her with so much adoration and love in his eyes, making her wonder how she ever got so lucky to have found him.
"You know, babe" he said,
"I've been thinking. Why don't we take the day off tomorrow and have a relaxing day with each other, not having to worry about anything?"
Y/n's heart swelled with gratitude and she nodded eagerly.
They finished their dinner, chatting and laughing together. They then watched a few episodes of the show they were currently invested in, while Pete gently ran his fingers through y/n's hair, massaging her scalp, making her doze off. He then carried her bridal style, to their bedroom and gently put her down on the bed, under the blankets and got in himself, holding her close, falling in a deep slumber.
The next morning, Pete woke Y/n up with a cup of coffee, presenting her with a carefully planned itinerary for their day off. Their day began with a leisurely breakfast, laughter dancing in the air. He whisked her away to a spa day, their journey to the spa involving a scenic drive with the windows down, and her favourite tunes setting the mood. He had arranged for a personalized treatment, ensuring his wife felt like royalty.
During their drive to the nail and hair appointments, he engaged her in delightful conversation, peppering the day with shared laughter and stolen glances that spoke volumes. His heart so filled with love for her, cherishing every moment by her side.
They spent the rest of their day strolling down and exploring the city, hand in hand, simply enjoying each other's company while the world seemed to pause, leaving room for the warmth of their connection to fill the air. They laughed and joked just the way they did while they had just started dating, and Y/n felt all her stress and anxiety melt away.
They had lunch at a rooftop restaurant, enjoying the view of the city, walked to a park where they laid down on a blanket under a tree, watching the clouds roll by and listening to the birds sing. It was a perfect day and y/n felt grateful to have Pete by her side, grateful for the love and care he showered her with.
As the sun began to set, they drove back home and cuddled up on the couch together, with y/n's head resting on Pete's lap watching a movie and just enjoying each other's company. It was a simple, yet perfect day, and y/n knew that she was loved and cherished by her wonderful husband.
She looked up at Pete with affection in her eyes.
"I love you so much Pete. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me."
"I love you so much more my baby, You're my everything."
He bent his head down, their lips meeting in a passionate, loving kiss. They headed to their bedroom, falling asleep in each others arms, with smiles on their faces, knowing no matter how bad things got around them, they'd always have each other.
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a/n: I really enjoyed writing this fic! I hope y'all liked reading it too. I'd really appreciate if you'd comment any thoughts, suggestions or requests that you have! Thank you ^_^
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lives-in-midgard · 1 year
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Happy Birthday my love
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Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Summary: Reader celebrates her birthday with Chris.
Word Count: 1.1k
A/N: Happy Birthday @secretswiftymarvelfan I hope you have a wonderful day!!! Here is something I wrote for you. At first it was meant to be a short fic but then I couldn't stop writing. I hope you and of course everyone else enjoys it.
You woke up to the sun shining through the curtains and birds singing. It’s your birthday, normally you wouldn’t be so happy about that cause you never really celebrated it. But it will be the first birthday you celebrate with your boyfriend Chris, and you are so excited about it. You couldn’t wait to see what he has planned. You laid there for a few minutes daydreaming about what he might has planned when your phone made a sound. You grabbed your phone from the bedside table and saw that Chris sent you a picture with him and Dodger and texted you.
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Happy Birthday my love. Dodger and I can’t wait to spend the day with you❤️
You began to smile and text him back.
Thank you. Me too.
I’m glad. Make yourself ready we will be over in thirty minutes.
Okay, see you later. I love you.❤️
I love you too❤️
You didn’t have much time left till Chris arrived, so you took a quick shower, brushed your teeth but the difficult part was to choose an outfit. After looking for a while you decided to wear the dress Chris likes so much. While you were putting your shoes on you heard Chris knock on the door and your smile began to grow. You opened the door to see Chris standing there. In one hand he had a big bouquet with your favorite flowers, in the other hand he had dodger's leash and he had a big smile on his face.
“Happy Birthday.” Chris said.
“You got me flowers?”
“Of course I did” Chris handed you the bouquet with a smile on his face. You searched in the kitchen for a vase and put them in it and placed it at the kitchen table.
“You like them?” He asked you.
“I love them” when you said that Dodger began to jump at you, and you kneeled down to pet him.
“Of course, I love you too, you little troublemaker.” You said while petting dodger.
“And what about me?” Chris asked and you chuckled.
You stood up “I love you so much.” You walked to Chris and leaned in for a kiss.
“I love you too” He tucked a hair behind your ear and kissed you. When you heard dodger whimper you turned apart.
“I think you are right bud we should leave for our first activity.” Chris said while he looks at dodger.
He turned to you and asked “Are you ready?” you nodded and took your bag with your phone. You walked out of your home and Chris held his hand out for you to hold and in the other hand he had dodger’s leash. When you arrived at his car he opened the back door for dodger to jump in and the passenger door for you.
“You are such a gentleman.”
“Everything for my girl.” That immediately made you smile. You love when he calls you my girl. Chris turned on the music and the car was filled with lyrics to delicate by Taylor Swift. You started to sing along when Chris started driving. He began to smile. He loves hearing you sing and sometimes he even sings with you. While driving he had his hand on your thigh and you could even hear him humming to the songs. After driving for a while Chris pulled into a parking lot. You could see a lot of trees and a beautiful nature, but you didn’t know where you are because you haven’t been there before.
“Where are we babe?” You asked Chris.
“Let’s go and find out” he said and gave you a kiss on the back of your hand. He went out of the car to open the door for you and held his hand out for you.
“Do you take Dodger out of the car while I get something of the trunk?”
“Of course.” You opened the back door and dodger jumped out. You took his leash and when you turned around you saw Chris holding a blanket and a basket.
“We are doing a picnic?” Chris nodded and smiled at you. He went ahead and you followed him through the forest with dodger by your side. You didn’t know where you’re going but you would follow him everywhere. A few minutes later you ended up at a hidden lake surrounded with trees.
“Wow this looks so beautiful.” You said and looked over to Chris.
“It is but not as beautiful as you.”
You smiled and began to blush “Stop that.”
“What, I’m just saying the truth” he said and placed everything at the ground. After he placed the blanket you sat down, and dodger laid beside you. Chris put everything out of the basket and it was a lot. Sandwiches, drinks, strawberries, cupcakes. He really thought of everything. Chris even put a candle on the cupcake for you to blow out. After eating you laid there cuddled up and enjoying the view and each other’s company. You talked and took some cute pictures to remember that day forever. After a while Dodger started to get nervous and walked around.
“I think he wants to go home.” You assumed and looked over to Chris.
“I think so too but the good thing is I have something else planned at home.”
“I hope not a party.”
“Of course not, I know how much you dislike parties. This day is just for us.” Chris said and gave you a kiss. Back in the car Taylor started playing again and Chris sang along with you. Chris parked his car and you went into his house. You took of your shoes and went into the living room.
“See no people, just the two of us.”
“And Dodger.” You added.
“Yeah and Dodger.” Chris said. You sat down on the couch and cuddled up for a while. When suddenly Chris pulled away.
“What are you doing?” You asked him.
“Don’t worry I’m not going anywhere.” He said and pulled something out of the side table. He handed you the small box and you opened it and saw a heart necklace in it.
“Thank you, it’s so beautiful can you put it on me please.” You gave it to Chris and he put it on you.
“I have another present for you.”
“Another?” You asked.
“Yeah, follow me” He went towards the piano, sat down and you sat beside him. You laid your head on his shoulder and he started playing. You immediately notice the melody of the song. He was playing Lover by Taylor Swift. A tear rolled down your cheek you can’t believe this, he makes you so happy. First the beautiful picnic and now he is playing a song for you. You had the best birthday ever and you will remember it forever.
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lehguru · 1 year
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TATTOO + LAVINHO & CHRIS PRINCE
what kind of tattoo they would get to represent you!
warnings: part of fluff month, hella self indulgent on lavinho's + requests are open ! check pinned post for requesting rules
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lavinho
he would tattoo your name or something that you really enjoy. he wouldn't really warn you of what he was going to do, simply make an appointment with his tattoo artist and send you a picture of the result when it's over.
lavinho would adore to feel your fingers tracing the tattoo that "belongs to you, amor". he always kisses you and kisses your hand after you're done with it; his eyes end up looking at you like you're the one that puts the stars in the sky and, as you fall asleep next to him, he already starts to plan the next tattoo he will do for you.
chris prince
chris isn't someone that thought about permanently drawing something in his skin. even if he did thought a few tattoo designs were pretty, but he liked the way his skin was clear. well, until he started to miss you when he was travelling for matches.
even if he's a very attentive and affectionate boyfriend, he would still think that he wasn't doing enough to show you his love. that's why he decided to tattoo a small ring around the fourth finger of his left hand. when he got asked about it, he answered: "i hope i can put a real ring on that finger."
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stursweet · 5 months
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tease
chris sturniolo
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pairing : f!reader x chris
warnings : sexual content (smut)
requested: i got a lot recs asking for teasing, (making him nervous for a change����) hair pulling loving chris?? things of that nature.. there’s a lot of requests sprinkled in here! tried to fit them all into one little situation but if you want more lmk💖🫂
NOTE : please save us both the trouble and do not read if you’re against sexual content being written for them!! i don’t need u in my inbox! if you don’t like it don’t read it and don’t bother a bitch about it!! a scroll is simple and effective!! thank u
from your spot on the couch, you hear his key slip into the doorknob. he struggles for a few moments before gently pushing the door open. his hair is messy and wildly strewn atop his head, exhaustion and a tinge of frustration etched into his features. noticing your presence on the couch, his expression softens, and he sighs.
“hi,” he says, his voice near whisper; raspy and low. dragging his legs, he pads over to the couch and places himself at your feet. he rests his elbows on his thighs, his head in his hands.
“hi,” you reply. “you okay?” you question, sitting up so you’re closer to him. you reach out and begin to scratch his back gently. he hums in appreciation.
“just a long ass day,” he answers, closing his eyes and soaking in your soft scratches across his back. his muscles are tense, and he’s warm to the touch. his black shirt clings loosely to him.
“do you want to talk about it?” you inquire, feeling his breathing slow down as you continue your scratching. his muscles begin to relax. you bring your hand up to the back of his neck.
“nah,” he whispers, concentrated on your touch. “keep doing that.”
you tangle your fingers into the hair at the back of his head, your nails softly scratching his scalp. that seems to do it: he moans lowly under his breath, tilting his head down further to provide you better access.
“doing what?” you ask, tone teasing, grabbing a fistful of his hair and lightly tugging.
“fuck,” he chokes, his breath quickening. your cheeks heat. it’s rare that he lets you tease him- but when he does: it’s heaven.
“what?” you ask, continuing the motion. “you like when i do that?”
he nods and groans in reply. reaching his hand over to you and placing it under your thigh, he pulls you to straddle him.
instantaneously, he presses his lips to yours; the kiss quick and feverish. he slithers his hand around your waist, resting his palm flat against the small of your back. you grind your hips down, pressing yourself against him slowly. he breathes shakily into your mouth.
“don’t tease me,” he whispers in between kisses. you grind down onto him again, testing his endurance; or if he will snap.
“what do you want?” you question. his eyes are obnoxiously blue and hungry, his lips are pink and wet.
deciding against a verbal answer, he grasps your hand and places it flat onto his stomach, your fingers grazing the waistband of his sweatpants.
“say it,” you instruct, and he connects your lips again.
“touch me,” he requests, voice raspy in between the kiss. “please, baby, touch me.”
you bring down your hand and palm him over his sweats. his head lays back against the back of the couch, his eyes closed and mouth agape. his breathing is wild and unsteady.
unable to deny him any longer, you dip your hand underneath his waistband, stroking him slowly. his breath hitches in his throat. you lean over to plant soft kisses on his neck, collarbones, and cheeks.
“not gonna last long,” he states, voice slightly strained. “feels so good,” he whispers. “so good.”
quickening your strokes, he squeezes his eyes shut.
“gonna-“ he chokes, unable to finish his sentence; finishing into your hand and the inside of his sweatpants. his cheeks flush red, small whimpers escaping his pink lips.
he waits to catch his breath before opening his eyes and looking at you. he covers his face with both of his palms, embarrassed at how short lived the affair was.
you lean over and pepper kisses all over his knuckles. you feel his lips twist into a smile underneath his hands.
“i need to change my pants,” his voice muffled underneath his palms.
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sturn1olo-ffics · 5 months
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- I WANNA HATE YOU SO BAD -
- Chris Sturniolo x Fem Reader
- Warnings: making out, angst, pining? (if you squint), swearing, use of y/n, Chris and y/n high key hate each other; NOT PROOFREAD
- About: Y/n had always been close friends with Matt and Nick, but she always had a hatred towards Chris. That is, until everything changes one night while sleeping over at the triplets’ house.
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(Y/N’s POV):
“Hey y/n! Me, Nick, and Chris were gonna go to Top Golf later today, wanna come with?” Matt called me.
“Uh- yeah sure. What time?” I was hesitant with my answer because I know how competitive Chris gets when it comes to golf and it pisses me off.
“Probably about 5:00, I’ll text you when we’re on the way to your house… don’t worry, if Chris starts getting competitive I’ll make him leave.” He could sense the uncomfortableness in my voice.
“Alright, sounds good. Bye Matt.” I replied before ending the call after he said goodbye.
I was closest to Matt out of all three boys. We just clicked more than I did with anyone else.
I cleaned up the house and got caught up on some homework before finally deciding to get dressed.
4:30.
“Hey, we’re on the way” Matt texted.
I grabbed my stuff and turned out all the lights before heading out the door when they finally arrived.
“Y/n! What’s up??” Nick asked enthusiastically.
“Hey Nick!” I said, climbing into the backseat.
I never acknowledged Chris. It was a rare occasion that one of us actually cared to say hey to each other. I don’t even have a reason why I hate Chris so much, he just pissed me off and I never knew why. Apparently that was the same for Chris, though. Because he hated me just as much, if not more.
We got to Top Golf and started our game.
To my surprise, Chris wasn’t even being competitive tonight, which was unlike him. He was still being loud as ever, though.
“Chris would you shut the fuck up for 2 seconds so I can think-” I snapped, trying to come up with a response to my mom, who was asking when I would be flying back home next.
“Oh please y/n, like you could think anyway with your smooth brain” he rolled his eyes.
“Chris you’re the dumbest fucking person I know-” I started before I was cut off.
“Hey! Would you two stop? Chris shut the fuck up and y/n just worry about texting your mom.” Matt silenced both of us.
The rest of the night went pretty normal, Matt and I laughing over stupid things, Nick telling stories from the mall trip he and Madi had earlier, and Chris and I bickering ever so often.
Matt and I usually just hung out alone. Mainly because we were best friends, but also to prevent me and Chris from butting heads. But sometimes we wanted to do group things, so we had to deal with it.
On the way back to the boys’ house, Matt had asked if I wanted to spend the night.
Of course I said yes, we always had sleepovers and they were so much fun.
We got to their house and I changed into shorts and a t-shirt that I had left there a while back.
“I’m tired as fuck and I’m going to bed, no one disturb me please.” Nick said, walking up the stairs and into his room.
Me, Matt, and Chris sat on the couch on our phones.
“I’ll be back in a little bit, I’m gonna go shower.” Matt said, getting up and walking towards his bathroom.
I hated being alone with Chris. Even though I knew I hated him, there was always some unbreakable tension between us when we were alone.
A couple minutes passed by of us being on our phones in dead silence when Chris spoke up.
“I’m going to bed.” He groaned, getting up and walking towards the set of stairs that went down to his bedroom.
“Okay?” I replied with a sassy tone.
“Fuck are you always mad at me for anyway?” He turned around, walking back toward me.
“You just piss me off.” It was all I could think of. Like I said, I don’t really know why I even hate him.
Sometimes I look and him and think that maybe it’s my way of suppressing my real feelings because I’m scared of what could happen. But I hated admitting that, so I just went along with the fact that he pissed me off.
“Oh I piss you off?” He said, almost teasingly while continuing walking toward me. I was taken aback.
“Yeah, the fuck?” It was so obvious I was annoyed and wanted to be left alone.
“Is it because you have to look at me every day?” He teased, sitting down next to me.
“Look at what? Your ugly ass face?” I replied, desperately trying to turn the conversation into a normal one we’d have.
“Oh come on y/n. You know you love me.” He said in a low voice, placing his hand on my thigh.
“What the hell are you on about Chris-” I began before he cut me off.
“Wouldn’t it be a shame if I kissed you right now…” he smirked, tracing my jaw with his fingers.
My heart fluttered. Why? Why the fuck was this dumbass making me nervous?
“Christopher I swear to Go-” he continued interrupting me.
“Say my full name again.” He leaned in and whispered in my ear.
Where the hell was this confidence he had coming from?
“What? Christopher?” I questioned.
His eyes flickered between my eyes and my lips, which were parted already due to pure shock.
Next thing I know, he leaned in, moving his hand that rested on my thigh to my waist and the other cupping my cheek.
He placed his lips on mine, and before I could speak, our lips started moving in sync.
I practically melted into the kiss, which made Chris giggled when he pulled back before deepening the kiss.
His grip on my waist grew tighter as he guided me to straddle him on the couch.
He pulled away from my lips and began trailing sloppy kisses down my jaw and onto my neck, which definitely left marks.
I let out a small whine as he bit the skin on my neck.
“I wanna hate you so bad.” I stated, breathlessly.
“I know you do.” He pulled away from my neck, smirking.
We heard a door open, signaling Matt could walk in here at any moment, so I hopped off of Chris and he got up, walking toward his room.
“Surprised y’all didn’t kill each other in here.” Matt joked as he walked in the room.
“Yeah I’m leaving for a reason. I cannot be in her presence for too long.” Chris continued walking before turning around and winking at me without Matt noticing.
“Should’ve known nothing changed.” Matt looked down at the ground and laughed before asking if I was ready to go to bed.
I, of course, always shared a room with Matt at sleepovers because he was my best friend.
I got up and me and Matt made our way to bed.
All I can say is thank GOD I was wearing a hoodie which covered the hickies on my neck.
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A/N: I know I said this was gonna be multiple parts on the poll, but I changed my idea a little bit and it ended up just being one. If y’all want a second part, you can always send in a request with an idea for it and I’ll totally write one, but otherwise this is it. Sorry to all the Matt girls. I know, me writing so many Chris fics is killing me too, but y’all wanted them first on the poll 💔
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pettydollie · 2 months
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a/n: in honor of my bday today (20 years :,)) !! i hope u guys enjoy wc: 651
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"matt, turn off the lights!" chris hisses, whispering. all of your friends stood in your kitchen, getting ready to surprise you on your birthday. pink decorations and balloons are all around the house for your special day. nate, standing next to chris, giggled. "ooou, chris we can't, your girlfriend's coming" he teases jokingly
"shh, shut up!!" nick covers his mouth with his finger. you unlock the front door, coming home from errands, unsuspecting of the crowd in your home. as soon as you step inside, your friends jump up in unison. "surprise!!" they shout, cheering.
you stand still for a moment, your mouth slightly open. chris practically sprints over to where you're standing, grabbing the bags from your hands (after giving you a kiss on your cheek, of course).
"thank youu!" you smile toothily, although slightly regretting your choice of clothing. you were wearing a brown fresh love hoodie and jeans, hardly any jewelry on.
you walk in, closing the door. you greet everyone kindly, giving kisses and hugs as you receive happy birthday wishes and presents. you look at the counter, seeing a hello kitty cake all pretty and decorated just for you. you gasp quietly.
nick hugs you from behind, "mom baked it for you. it's red velvet." you turn around, squeezing him back. matt comes over, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and presses a kiss into your hair.
"can we have cake now?" you giggle once nate immediately nodded, agreeing with you. everyone comes together as you stand behind the counter, behind your adorable cake. chris grabs a lighter, igniting the candles.
"happy birth-" they began, but you cut them off quickly. "wait, don't record! i need to fix my hair." you turn around as people put their phones down and chuckle, letting you do your thing.
after they successfully sang happy birthday, you waved your hands over for your boyfriend to take a picture with you first. he happily obliges like a lovesick puppy and stands at your side, an arm around your waist as nick holds his phone for a picture.
but before the picture is captured, he swipes a bit of buttercream frosting with his finger and boops it on your nose. you scrunch your nose, laughing as nick took the photo with you looking into chris' eyes.
"my turn!" nick slams the phone down onto the table and runs next to you. after the photos were taken, you grabbed a kitchen knife and sliced the first piece of cake. "it looks so good." you gush.
you hand out slices to your friends, while chatting to them joyfully. once mostly everyone had finished, chris stood up off the chair he was sat on and ushered you (in larray's deaf blind mute vid with the triplets, at 16:30 when chris and larray are telling matt to call nick a sissy) towards a big box with holes at the bottom.
"oo" you walk over, confused on what to do since there was no way to unwrap it. "pick it up from the bottom." matt tells you, recording on his phone. you do so and gasp loudly "oh my goshhh, shut up!!!"
an adorable brown puppy sits under the box, looking up at you with big, gorgeous eyes. she has a plain pink collar already wrapped around her neck. you cover your mouth with your hand while the other pets her soft fur.
"do you like it?" chris asks, awaiting your response. "yes!! thank you!" you grin, picking the puppy up into your hands and cuddling her sweetly. you rise up and kiss chris softly. "i love you, thank you so much." you pouted slightly, feeling incredibly happy. "love you more, baby." he smiled brightly.
"eugh, your lips are chapped." nick icked, while pointing at chris who rolls his eyes, annoyed. "you should use Space Camp." he pulls a watermelon flavored lip balm out his pocket.
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what should the puppy's name be?? lmk! also sorry for crappy ending </3
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sturnioloscenarios · 2 months
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Hey babe how are u hope u are okay
Can I plz do a Chris x reader but Chris is a lacrosse player and his team won the game and the reader was happy and they have sex in the locker room and almost got caught and Chris keeps kissing the reader in matts car and nick says stop and hits Chris
Plz and thank u I love u so much love ❤️
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Chris Sturniolo x reader
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I changed up the ending a little bit. I hope that’s okay❤️
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“Wuhuuuuuu” the crowd yells. Chris and his team is playing lacrosse against another team from our school. Chris just shot the winning goal and the whole crowd is going crazy.
“Yeeaaaaahhhhh Chris” I yell. Chris comes running to me and picks me up hugging me. “Omg I’m so proud of you baby” I say excitedly. “Thanks babe I love you” Chris says. He grabs my face and gives me the happiest kiss I’ve ever received.
“We should definitely celebrate when we get home” I say. Chris looks at me and smirks. “We could also go celebrate in the locker room right now” he says grabbing my hips and pulling me in. I feel my cheeks blushing.
“How does that sound?” He whispers in my ear. I kiss him, grabs his hand and pull him into the locker rooms.
He closes the door behind him and pulls me in for another kiss. “We have to be quick tho babe. My team is gonna come in here soon” he says. I nod and begin to kiss him again.
I slide my hands down his waist till I reach the waistband of his pants. I look up at him and he nods as approval. I pull down his pants and palm his growing bulge outside from his boxers.
“So good for me” he says as I get down on my knees. I now pull down his boxers revealing his already fully hard dick. I spit in my palm and starts covering his dick in it.
I pump it a couple of times before putting his tip in my mouth. Chris collects my hair in a ponytail and gently pushes my head against him.
I put more and more of his dick in my mouth until I’m balls deep. I start bouncing my head on his dick gagging from his size.
I hear Chris grunting and moaning. “Fuuuck babe. It feels so fucking good”. He says. I speed up my pace a bit and I feel Chris’ body stuttering. “Shit babe. As much as I want to bust in you pretty mouth I want you to feel my cum in you pussy.” He says.
I pull off his dick and stand up. He grabs my face and says “so fucking perfect”. He lightly pushes me to the bench and lay me down on my back.
He pulls down my shorts along with my panties. “Such a pretty pussy” he praises. I bend up my knees to give easier access. He grabs my thighs and starts placing kisses around my pussy.
He then places his warm wet tongue on my clit and starts sucking and licking. “Ugh fuck Chris” I moan. I feel Chris smirking against my pussy. “So fucking wet baby” Chris says.
“Chris, I want you inside me” I say between breaths. Chris separates from my pussy and looks up at me from between my legs. He smirks at me and crawls up hovering over me.
He puts his mouth to my ear and whispers “yeah? You sure you can take it?” Chris asks. All I’m able to is nod.
He pumps his still rock hard cock a few times before putting it to my entrance. He runs it through my wet folds before putting in the tip.
He leans down to kiss me with his hands on each side of my head on the bench. He then starts to slowly push himself inside me. A few low groans escaping his lips.
He’s keeping eye contact the whole time. He is now balls deep giving me a few seconds to adjust to his size. “Ready?” He asks.
“Fuck yes Chris please” I whine in need for motion. Chris immediately pull out and slams right back into me. I scream in pleasure. Chris keeps a fast pace hitting my cervix with every thrust.
He wasn’t joking when he asked if I could take it. He is pounding deeply into me so fast the air gets beat out my lungs. “Fuck baby. You feel so fucking good” Chris praises. Aside from the sound of the music playing from outside, only Chris’s groans, my moans and our skin slapping is filling the locker room.
Suddenly Chris grabs my hand and puts it up to lay on my lower stomach. “You feel that?” He asks pounding into me. “Yeah. You are so big” I answer. His dick is visibly filling me up from outside.
“Oh fuck Chris yes just like that” I say rolling my head back in pleasure. Chris is now thrusting in an ungodly pace hitting my g-spot repeatedly.
“Fuck fuck fuck Chris I’m g- gonna fucking cum” I almost yell. “Yeah baby come on my dick” Chris says. I immediately feel release as I cum. I can’t hold back my moans.
“So hot” Chris says in a low voice. Chris keeps pounding and I feel his dick twitching inside me indicating that he is close.
“Shit ma, I’m gonna come” he says grunting. “Come inside me Chris.” I say. Chris places his hands on my waist to get a better grip. With one last stuttering thrust I feel Chris’s cum shoot inside me.
“Ugh ugh ugh fuuuuuck y/n” he groans before pulling out of me. He reaches down to give me a soft kiss and then grabs my hand to pull me up. “We better get you cleaned up before my teammates gets in here.”
He goes over to the showers and turn it on. “Get in here baby” he calls. I get up in to the shower. Chris just wiped his dick and put it back in his pants. He is standing in the corner admiring me in the shower.
“Stop starring” I say shyly. “Oh yeah, like I didn’t just ruined your insides” Chris says with a smirk. I shake my head, grabs my towel and put my clothes back on.
Chris grabs my waist and kisses me. “We better get you outta here” he says smiling. “Yeah” I say and I walk out alone and goes over to meet Matt and Nick. “Where have you been?” Nick asks. “Oh I just had to pee” I say. “For 20 minutes?” Nick asks. I just smile and sip at my drink.
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I Told You So - Chris Evans x Reader
Summary: You catch up with Chris a few days after the ‘laser focused on finding the one’ interview
Words Count: 767
Warnings: Fluff! Language!
Dividers by @firefly-graphics / Photo Credit: @rainbowkisses31​
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Relaxing in bed, Dodger curled up beside you, you smiled when you heard the sound of Chris FaceTime’ing you. As soon as the call connected you were greeted with his warm but tired smile.
“Hey sweetheart how are you?” You smiled.
“Tired, jet lag is a bitch but I’m happy to see you” he smiles, stifling a yawn.
“Are you having fun though?” You ask him.
“Yeah lots, I’m doing interviews with Ana still and you know she’s fun, and you know it’s a movie I do want to promote, it could be worse, could be stuck with people I don’t like, promoting a movie that I didn’t enjoy making,” Chris says shrugging his shoulders before smiling gently “that being said I would rather be at home with you”
You smiled back at him “me too, that hotel bed does look comfy though”
“Oh it is” Chris chuckles wiggling himself back into the plush pillows “it was an outrage that I only got a few hours sleep last night”
“What time did you have to get up this morning?” You ask him.
“At like 4:30 am so we could pre-record the radio interview, I’m pretty sure I nearly fell asleep at least twice,” Chris says making you laugh.
“And all the questions are nice? Nothing coming back to bite you in the ass?” You ask trying not to smirk since you already knew the answer.
Chris groaned dropping his head back against his pillow “You know exactly what’s biting me in the ass right now” he groans.
“I think it's sweet that so many people are invested in your happiness,” you tell him.
He lets out a long sigh finally looking back at you “yeah I guess, I just didn’t expect it to blow up like it did” Chris shrugs “like we get so many boring questions and this question was a good one so I wanted to give them a good answer in the hopes that it would spur on more good questions” he sighs
“I get it, like training a puppy, you reward good behaviour,” you say nodding your head.
“Exactly! Except it backfired and now it’s the only thing I get asked about” Chris groans “and it wasn’t even an honest answer! Like I wanted to say how I was laser focused on building something with you but we’re not public yet and it was the next best thing to say and urgh! Just wish I kept my mouth shut”
You give him a sympathetic smile, which makes the worry lines on his face disappear “you can say I told you so now” he sighed.
You gasp laughing “I wasn’t going to!” You exclaim.
“Yes you were,” Chris says pointing at you “that night when I told you about it you said and I quote ‘aren’t you worried that it could blow up?’ And I said nah it probably won’t but it did so you were right”
“Doesn’t mean I wanted to be right” you point out.
“I guess so” Chris sighs his shoulders slumping slightly.
“It isn’t stressing you out, is it? Because if you’re worried about it bothering me it really doesn’t” you tell him.
He gives you a small lopsided smile “no not really, hopefully after the radio interview people will move on it's just frustrating that’s all” he says shaking his head gently.
“I know, but look just focus on the positives: the press tour is nearly done and you had a great time with Ana, and the internet is even more in love with you,” you tell him gently.
A lopsided grin grew on his face “you forgot one thing, I’m nearly back home to you” he smiles.
“I know, but I didn’t wanna seem big-headed” you smirk shrugging your shoulders.
Chris laughs before failing to hold back a loud yawn.
“You should probably get some rest sweetheart, you look exhausted,” you tell him softly.
“No I’m good, I wanna speak with you more, tell me about your day” Chris yawns shaking his head.
“Okay fine but I promise I won’t be offended if you fall asleep,” you tell him.
“Not gonna happen” Chris states.
You roll your eyes playfully before beginning to recount your day. You made sure to go into every boring little detail, dragging out the story wherever you could. You could see Chris fighting to stay awake meaning your plan was working. Soon enough Chris was fast asleep, his mouth hanging open as he lightly snored.
You smiled to yourself just watching him for a moment before whispering a goodnight and ending the call.
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