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bluemusickid · 2 years
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In the end, it's you and I
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader
Warnings: fluff, smut, soft moments, breeding kink, that's it. 18+, MINORS DNI.
A/N: So, @maladaptivexxdaydreaming sent me this GIF and oh GOSH. It evoked something inside me. So here goes, ig.
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"Shh."
It wasn't just a sound. It was a sentence in itself. If you'd asked your past self about the sound, she would've said it annoyed her; big time. To be honest, one only hears the "shh" sound as a toddler or a child. Hearing it as an adult is just considered rude.
Or so you thought. That was before you met Steve. It seemed like that was his favourite thing to say.
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"Shh."
That's all he said, as he held you, rocking you gently as you held onto him, crying your heart out.
"It's ok, sweetheart. Let it all out."
You clung to him, reliving everything. You lost her. Your best friend, no, your sister almost. She had succumbed to the deathly disease. You had held her till her last breath, just as Steve was holding you right now. You tried to stop, but the tears kept coming. You held on to him, like you were holding on for dear life.
"Shhh." He whispered, pressing soft, feather light kisses into your hair. You didn't even know how much time passed as he held you like that, occasionally gently rocking you. You woke up the next morning, in his bed; a glass of water on the nightstand. He'd slept on the sofa outside, keeping a watch on you all night.
In the morning, he'd made you breakfast; your favourite waffles and OJ. There were no words spoken, but the quiet domesticity spoke volumes.
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"Shhhh, sweetheart." He'd muttered through gritted teeth, covering your mouth with his palm as a moan slipped through your lips. A boring black-tie affair in Captain America's honour couldn't be spiced up in any way, yet here you were. Being pounded into within an inch of your life just behind the stage, where your husband would be getting an award.
You squeezed your eyes shut, a myriad of emotions flowing through you. But at the top of the list, there was only one coursing through your veins. And that was lust. You held onto his blazer with a death grip, wrinkling it in the process; but you didn't care. He was making you feel too good for you to give a damn.
His grip tightened on your waist, as he literally pounded you into the wall, hitching your leg on his hip. You gasped behind his mouth as he crashed his lips to yours, swallowing the sound.
You watched your husband from the audience, as his cum leaked into your ruined panties. Guess there were perks to being Mrs. America after all; a boring black-tie affair finally became interesting.
Running your fingers through his hair, you begged, beseeched him to let you come before you were caught in flagrante delicto. You could sense that he, too, was close, as he came with a grunt, his hot spend coating your walls; his hands gripped your hips a little too tightly. You came around him with a squeak; your walls tightening around him, trying to make him a part of you.
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"Shhh, princess." You heard him mutter.
You checked the clock, which read 3:00 AM. Groaning, you sleepily made your way down to the kitchen to warm up a bottle of milk. You groggily walked to the nursery, ready to take over. Just as you neared the room, you heard Steve softly sing to your baby, his voice lilting through the silence of the early hours.
"Don't cry, my princess. Daddy's here. He's always gonna be here for you. And that's a promise."
Your daughter started fidgeting again, searching for food as you walked in and handed him the bottle, knowing better than to get in the way of daddy and his precious daughter, who had managed to wrap him around her little finger in a short period of 3 months.
You went back to bed, hearing his muffled "shhh."
A few years ago, if someone had shushed you, you would've punched them. But ever since you met Steve, there couldn't have been a more sweeter sound.
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Oh gosh. I wrote this in a day, flat. Never have I written this fast, and I have Ali to thank for that. Hope y'all like this!! 💕😘
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goldengirlls · 2 years
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pinky promise
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pairings— ari levinson x reader
warnings — unprotected sex, breeding kink, dumbification, beard burn, mentions of balls (multiple times), mentions of fem receiving, daddy kink, exhibitionism/public sex, dirty talk, spit kink and cum play
summary — two promises
authors note — who doesn’t love delicious ari!!! plus its the pink shirt and everything else for me!! let me know what you guys think and if you wanna be on my mini taglist for chris evans characters!
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“Ari,” Words spoken airy, “You have people checking in soon.” Muttering out. “Someones gonna catch us.”
Cotton candy like pillow lips lining themselves along your warm neck, “Mm don’t care, need to feel you, Angel.” The poking of his beard leaving red burn marks, “Been too long.”
“It’s been four hours—,” Tan hands tugging on his hair, begging for him to sink his teeth into.
“Too long.” Bringing his eyes up to meet yours, hands creeping up your dress meeting the line of the pretty pink panties you threw on this morning. “Need to feel your pretty pussy all the time.”
Lust blown eyes as he remembered you falling apart with each lick of his tongue between your dripping clit, two fingers pressing themselves in and out of you. Ari’s beard rubbing against your thighs with each suck against your clit. Every dip of his tongue into your pussy. Each tug of his hair begging him to go faster—demanding him. Your heavy eye lids after you came on his face and beard— a pornographic picture that would live in your head forever.
“Let me feel her Angel. Please.” His pout tucking between his teeth. “Was away from you for too long.” Your finger tracing his pink shirt— your favorite one. Having deemed it yours after many nights that were spent between your sheet.
And truth be told you wanted him just as badly as he wanted you— if not more. It was the shirts fault. The pink shirt that hugged all the right spots, complimenting him in the most enticing ways and he knew what it did to you when he wore it.
Stupid weak spot.
“Ari—“ Fluttering your eye lashes closed— knowing you lost the battle before it started, “What if someone see’s us?” Bringing your bottom lip between your teeth.
“I promise I won’t let anyone see what’s mine.”
He’d been away from his favorite thing in the whole world for weeks and coming home yesterday to devour you and watched you fall apart at his finger tips and cock.
“Pinky promise?” Bright doe eyes gleaming with the thought of him taking you apart right here, right now had you clenching your legs together.
Ari’s lips pressing against yours was promise enough. Tugging him closer to you so he pressed flush against, messy hands roaming your’s and his body, desperate to feel each other once again. Your hips bucking against his made him break out in a grin as he pulled away from you—a crescent moon smile and all.
“That’s my girl.” One hand ripping your panties off the other hiking your dress up, your hands tugging his pants down freeing his angry cock and heavy balls— and what you wouldn’t give to have them in your mouth.
His hands prying your legs apart as one ghosts between your folds earning a hiss from you and moan from him, “Always such a messy girl for daddy.” His words were wicked and delicious.
Ari pumps himself a few times before slotting his lips over yours and pushing himself into you as he captures your moan. His hands grabbing your legs, hoisting you up and pushing you against a wall as he bottoms out— mentally swearing you could feel him touching your heart.
“Angel— fuckin’ shit,” His wicked tongue and hips snapping to find a steady pace that would bring both of you to heaven. Except it already existed— you.
It was creamy and warm— just like how he left her this morning. Swearing then and there he could cum feeling your pussy wrap around him— welcoming him home again.
“Ari.” Whining out as you tug his head away to met his eyes.
“ ‘S not my name.” Grunting out as his bulbous tip rubs against the spongey spot, “I haven’t fucked you stupid yet.”
“D- Daddy.” Rolling your eyes to the back of your head bringing him flush against feeling his breath fan against your neck. Ari’s tongue licking a strip from your collarbone to your jaw before gently sinking his teeth into you. “ ‘S daddy.”
Lips detaching from you, “Good girl, baby. Open your mouth for daddy.” Right hand bringing you closer to his mouth to stick out your tongue. Ari accumulates his spit, bringing his lips together and releasing his saliva slowly into your mouth. His eyes wait on your neck as you hold the urge to swallow him. “Swallow.” His eyes watch the bob of your throat indicating you did as you were told.
“Always my good girl.”
His eyes watch yours like there the gems of the earth. Nothing said but everything said all at once. It was ironic really. Someone so beautiful and delicate with someone so— him.
Running into town one day to grab something and quite literally running into you along the way. Ari’s world stopped when his eyes took you in. It was cliche, but his favorite part of yours and his love story. And when you told him those three words confessing how your heart had been his, his lips told you everything before he spoke them against your cotton candy like lips. You were soft when he was rough. But never had Ari thought someone as innocent as you, would be almost as filthy as him.
The tug of your delicate hands brought him out of his dream as your fingers we’re demanding to show you the hidden markings underneath. Each button popped open as it hung carelessly off of him and trailing him as his cock stretched you out.
“Can’t believe you’re letting me fuck you where anyone could see us.” Ari’s gruff voice ringing through your ears, making you whine, “You like that? Knowing anyone could walk right through there and see what a whore ya are for daddy?”
Your toes curled, legs tightened around his waist and tears lined your eyes. It gave Ari the answer he needed and even if it was spoken it was the one he wanted.
Bringing his thumb between his lips, his tongue flicking and drenching it, he brought it down to your swollen clit as he began rubbing it to bring you closer to the edge.
“There’s my girl. I can feel her clenching around me. Does she need to cum? Does she wanna soak daddy’s cock?” He spoke, “If she does— she’s gotta speak up, like a good girl does.”
Trying to wrap your head around the fact how wet this was all making you— between the noises of your mewls, the smacking of his heavy balls every time his cock would slide in and out of dripping pussy.
His cock began throbbing when he heard you finally mutter some words, “Love daddy’s cock. Makes me feel good, love feelin him here.” Your hand dragging his right where he felt his cock rutting against you and pressing softly against your warm stomach— feeling his cock inside of you.
“Fuck ‘nna have to do better than that, Angel.” Ari somehow manages to grunt out between his deep demanding thrust. “Daddy knows ya needa cum, can feel ya chokin around my cock. Speak up and use your big girl words.”
“Tell daddy why.” Ari all of demands against your lips.
“Needa milk daddy’s cock, needa ‘im to cum in me, feel him in me.” You whine out, “Fill me up daddy, wanna have your babies.”
Ari’s groan was something between primal and feral, ropes of him spilling deep into your pussy filling you full. You clench around him, your body spazzing against his as you release around his cock dragging air into your lungs.
His lips press against yours humming against them and sweeping hair stuck to your forehead. Admiring the enchanting sight, noting that this is one of the times when you look absolutely breathtaking.
Air’s suddenly returned to yours and his lungs when Ari begins pulling slowly out of you, watching coated cock in a mixture between yours and his cum. Two wobbly feet now back on the ground realizing your still at the front desk and anyone could have seen.
And before you could say anything his words bring you comfort, “No one saw Angel. Trust me.” Depositing one more kiss against your swollen lips.
“Now were you serious about getting pregnant? Because I could make that happen right here, right now, Angel.” A smirk lining his lips and hands caressing your hip bones.
A blush coating your cheeks, “I wouldn’t say if I didn’t mean it.”
Ari’s hands tightening around the divots of your hips— a promise of bruise. “What are we waiting for?” His tongue caressing his bottom lip. “Know you can’t resist the shirt, Angel.”
“You have work to do.” Tugging him closer to your lips, “Later.” Slotting your lips on his a few more times.
Eyes beaming with the promise of seeing you growing a mini him or you has his once loose pants growing tighter, “Pinky promise?” Smirking out, knowing you the answer.
“Pinky promise.”
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k-evans-reads · 11 months
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In Living Color
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Chapter 22 - Part Two
Summary: When Natalie Marton, lead character designer for Buzz Lightyear, meets the voice of Buzz, Chris Evans, the sparks are undeniable. But when their work pushes them away from each other, both physically and emotionally, will the sheer differences between their worlds be enough to force them apart?
Pairing: Chris Evans x Pixar Animator OFC Natalie Marton
Word Count: 3,962
By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour
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Warnings: None.
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April 2022
“Hi Nattie.” 
Nat felt as though her stomach was in her throat and she could do nothing more than stare at Chris – her ex-boyfriend – in disbelief. Her phone sat abandoned and ignored in her hand as it buzzed with a notification, watching the man who was no longer hers stand in the opening of the elevator, his hand holding the doors open as his ball cap sat low over his face. 
Her heart pounded in her chest as she struggled to find something to say to him, hesitating for several moments as her brows furrowed even deeper and she pushed her curls back behind her ear nervously. Nat swore then that her eyes were somehow tricking her. There was no way that he actually was standing there, holding the elevator doors open in the lobby of that San Francisco hotel. So many questions started swirling in her mind, not knowing how or why he was here, let alone how he even knew where she was. But even in that moment of pure shock and plain confusion, there was a piece of her heart that knew this felt right, that somehow knew that there was something still holding them together. 
“C-Chris?” She finally asked shakily, pausing to clear her throat and hopefully calm down a bit. She slipped her phone into the pocket of her leggings, then crossed her arms over her chest as she curiously asked, “What are you doing here?” 
“...I wanted to talk to you,” he whispered, glancing over his shoulder quickly as a couple entered an elevator on the opposite side of the room. He turned back to look at Nat, raising a single eyebrow and added, “If that’s okay with you.” 
“I’m just um, I can’t believe you’re here,” she admitted, blinking her eyes rapidly as she shook her head. She reached up absentmindedly, adjusting the strap of her purse before she paused and asked, “How did you know I was here?” 
A slight grimace appeared on Chris’ face as he shook his head, glancing down at the beat-up sneakers on his feet. “Jamie told me,” he informed her quietly. He paused as the elevator behind them beeped and someone exited it, leaving the room without a second glance to them. Once they were alone again, he explained, “After I went to your apartment and you weren’t there, I asked him if he knew where you were.” 
Nat’s brows furrowed deeply at those words, surprised at the admission. “You went to LA first?” She asked him in disbelief. 
“Yeah, um, Nat, can we talk? Maybe somewhere more private?” He asked, a tight expression on his face as the sound of a large group approached from the lobby. But then he paused, staring at the mirrored wall of the elevator before he clarified, “...Do you want to talk?” 
She hesitated, still reeling from the sudden change in events before she nodded and stepped to the side, telling him, “We can go up to my room.” Her hand hovered over the button for her floor as he removed his hand from the opening and stepped into the small elevator car. 
It felt so weird to have him step into that elevator, leaving space between them while an uncomfortable silence settled over the space. She didn’t have a clue what to say or even how to feel in the moment. As her brain slipped back into memories of the previous weekend, Nat felt a pang in her heart as she thought of all those harsh words and the pain that it had caused. Tears prickled at her eyes as she remembered Chris saying he felt as if he didn’t know her and how easily he had wanted to draw boundaries on what she should be doing in life while he did exactly what he wanted. 
She hadn’t thought their relationship was like that, and wanted to believe that it wasn’t and was just a massive misunderstanding. But when he slammed that door of her apartment, leaving her alone and in silence, she hadn’t thought even then that her phone would go quiet without a single text or call from him which only solidified that it wasn’t a misunderstanding. That was it. They were over almost as quickly as they had started. 
Nat felt like her heart had completely broken in two. She had never felt love like she had with him, feeling fully known, fully celebrated, fully challenged, and fully loved by him in every way but having him leave so easily and holding her job decision over their relationship had caused her trust to be shaken. Nat had spent the last week feeling like this whole relationship truly had been too good to be true. At the end of the day he didn’t want her more than anything. He wanted her only as long as it worked for him. 
The problem was that she still loved him. She still wholeheartedly loved him and didn’t know how she’d get that to stop. Nat was a headstrong person and wasn’t afraid to work hard, but the emotions that she felt so deeply and clearly made it so hard. She had thought this time was different. This time was going to be forever. But all of that had come crashing down with one simple argument. 
But now she wasn’t so sure. 
Seeing him taking her by surprise, standing here while asking her to talk gave her hope. It made her think that maybe he was feeling the same way she was. Maybe he wasn’t willing to give up as easily as he had seemed to. Nat had so many moments this last week that she had picked up her phone, staring at his contact as she thought about just clicking ‘Call’, but each time, that hurt and fear seemed to creep back up and resulted in her clicking her phone off. It seemed so hopeless and as if there wasn’t a point, but seeing Chris who had flown across the country – and evidently, the state too – just to talk to her made her realize that it wasn’t as hopeless as it had seemed even just a half an hour earlier. She’d been struggling to reconcile what their reality had quickly become, but now, face-to-face with the man who had admittedly hurt her so so badly, she felt her arguments and defenses weaken. 
She got pulled back to reality when the elevator dinged and the doors opened. Nat tucked her curls behind an ear as she stepped out into the hallway and saw Chris out of the corner of her eye lift his hand, instinctively reaching out to rest his hand on her back as he followed behind her, just as he’d done so many times before, but then saw him drop it just as quickly when the reality of the situation dawned on him. Just that one simple action was enough to make her want to cry, hating the chasm that seemed to be between them. 
They were never like this before, having been drawn to each other since the very first day they met, over a year ago. Even though their relationship hadn’t started until the previous May, he’d quickly become her closest companion before then. They were always affectionate, nearly always touching when they were around one another, and to see him hesitate to touch her for the first time ever… it hurt. It hurt almost more than the sound of him slamming her door did the week before. 
Right then, Nat knew in her heart that although there were a lot of things that still were left unsaid and needed to be dealt with, she knew that she didn’t want it to be this way. She wanted him. She wanted to be with Chris and she was willing to work through the struggles that came with it because to her, he was worth it. As she pulled out her key to hold it up to the door, she felt emotions weighing down her chest, touched as she thought of him getting on a plane in what had to be the middle of the night to try to track her down. He had gone to so much effort just to talk to her, without any guarantees of a positive outcome, and the realization of that had tears forming in her eyes and she just couldn’t seem to hold back any of her feelings once the door was closed. 
Now it was Nat’s turn to surprise Chris as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling her body up against his and pressing her lips against his. It didn’t take him more than a second to react, his hands coming to press against her back, holding her even tighter against him as he kissed her back just as passionately. Nat knew they needed to talk and work through this all, but she just couldn’t have gone one more second without him knowing that his effort to come track her down hadn’t gone unwanted and that through all of this, that she still truly, deeply, loved him. It was still there, she always knew that by how much pain she’d been in for the last week. But to know that what they shared between them was still there, still beating strong in both of them, unaffected by what had been fractured, gave them both something to continue fighting for. 
When they couldn’t breathe anymore, they each finally pulled their lips away from one another but their arms stayed holding onto one another. They just stood there for a long moment before he brought a hand up to tuck some of her curls behind her ear, giving him a better view of her face as he looked down at her with so many emotions in his blue eyes. 
“I love you, Nattie,” he told her, his voice low and wavering before he took a deep breath, shaking his head in frustration then admitting, “I was so stupid. So fucking stupid and I’m so sorry.” 
The tears that had been threatening to fall since the second they saw each other finally spilled down her cheeks openly as her body shook with the weight of the words. He pulled her closer to him, his arms wrapped around her and holding Nat up as she buried her face in his chest. She let the emotions finally leave her system as he pressed kisses to her hair, quietly holding her until she finally took a deeper breath, gathering herself as she moved her face away from his now tear-stained tee shirt.
“I love you too,” Nat’s voice cracked as tears still cascaded down her cheeks while looking up into his arched eyes as she honestly spoke, “I’m sorry too Chris, I overreacted and I’m sorry and I just…I really really love you.” 
When her words dissolved into more tears, Chris just pulled her right back against him, her head laying against his chest while he rubbed her back and comforted her with, “Shhh, it’s okay. Everything is going to be okay, baby.” 
She felt his hand moving up and down over her back, the action soothing her as he tucked her head under his chin. Her ear was pressed against his chest, next to the spot where she knew his tattoo for Dodger was, but as she nearly clung to him, she recognized the sound of Chris’ heart racing below her ear. The rapid thumping of his heart echoing in her ear reminded her that it wasn’t just herself that was relieved, put back together from being broken. It was about the two of them coming back together as one whole unit instead of two fractured halves, something she hadn’t thought was possible before stepping onto that elevator today. 
Breaking the silence, she felt his low voice rumble in his chest as Chris spoke, “I know there’s a lot we need to talk about, but I just want you to know that I adore you Nattie. I was such a fucking idiot and I’m so sorry. I’m just so sorry and I love you so much.” 
“I just can’t believe you’re here,” Nat shook her head while she ran a hand over his chest that was covered in a soft tee shirt, almost wanting to remind herself that he truly was here. She brought her eyes up to meet his, still in disbelief as she asked, “You really flew all over just to find me?” 
“If I wasn’t so stupid I would have done it a helluva lot sooner,” he admitted, his voice low and slightly amused as he chuckled to himself with a shake of his head. 
“I still can’t believe you came here for me,” she whispered. She’d never be able to reconcile that – that he believed so strongly in even trying to fix this mess that he’d fly all over just to try to find her, with absolutely no idea if it’d even work. 
But here they were. And she was so so so glad he tried. 
“I love you Nat, and I just couldn’t give up on us,” he whispered to her, a soft smile on his bearded face as he stared down into her eyes.
She was completely out of words, unsure how to even say how she was feeling and instead just pulled herself back against his chest, hugging him tightly. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head as he held her right back just as securely, both feeling like everything was finally going to be alright. 
They shared another long kiss, relishing once again in the feeling of being back in each other’s arms before they made their way over to the small couch, Nat leading Chris as she held his hand. She paused right as they came to a stop in front of the couch, dropping his hand to unceremoniously move the various clothes and her bag that she’d shoved onto the couch the night before, only so she could sleep in the messy bed behind them. Once the couch was clear of her things, she curled up next to him, bending her legs to let them rest in his lap, his hand dropping to rub along her thigh as they relaxed in one another’s presence. 
“How’s Dodge?” 
“Did you really just ask how Dodger was?” Chris asked, his nose scrunching as he laughed in disbelief. His voice was light and amused as he pointed out, “I flew across the country and the first real question you’re going to ask me is about Dodger?” 
She simply shrugged her shoulders, a smile spreading across her lips as his hand kept moving over her legs absentmindedly. “Well he’s clearly the best part of being close to you,” she joked. 
His voice was low as he pulled her impossibly closer to him with the arm that rested over her shoulders, admitting more to himself than to her, “God, I fuckin’ missed you Nattie.” 
Reaching out to rest her hand on his chest, fingers brushing against his necklace as she admitted, “I was so afraid I’d never see you again.” 
“I felt that too which is why I just couldn’t stand it anymore,” Chris spoke truthfully, fingers curling and uncurling against her leg, just happy to feel her underneath his touch once again. 
There still was an elephant in the room though, one that couldn’t and shouldn’t be avoided and they both knew it. Although they both would have loved to just stay in that happy and relieved moment, Nat spoke what they both knew to be true and said, “I think you are right though, I think we need to talk about…everything.” 
“Do you want to talk now or do you want to go get something to eat first or just have a break for a while?” He asked her, his voice small as his fingers tapped on her leg softly. 
She pursed her lips as she thought. She was hungry, that was undeniable, and her goal earlier had been to go find some food before she ran into Chris. But putting off this conversation would do them no good, especially if she knew Chris was only a few floors away, pacing in his own room before they talked it out fully. “I think I’d rather talk now,” she began slowly, pausing to sigh as she shook her head and confessed, “I just don’t even know where we went wrong, Chris. I feel like everything just blew up suddenly.” 
He took a deep, steadying breath, his nostrils flaring slightly as he nodded his head. “It did, but I think where we both went wrong was walking away instead of just tabling things until we were more clear headed,” he pointed out.
“I know you’re right,” she agreed with a whisper. It was easy now to point out the faults in everything, seeing things clearly once the dust had settled. But they had to do some work before things got to an okay place. As his hand sat on her shin, she pushed the rising anxiety back down inside her and mustered up the courage to tell him, “I know I overreacted and I’m sorry for that. I know I can get all spun up and too emotional about things but I just felt really… alone. I felt like you weren’t listening to me at all.” 
A small sigh escaped Chris at those words, and she knew that seeing the other’s view for the first time wouldn’t be easy for either of them, but it was certainly necessary. “Nattie, I want you to know that I really was trying to look out for you. I really was just trying to make sure you were doing what you want, but when you told me that you wanted to do it, I should have supported you and I didn't. And I'm sorry for that.” He simply apologized, his thumb moving in a small path over her leg as he spoke. 
“I know you were Chris and I’m sorry I didn’t really give you any room to voice your concerns. If I ask for your opinion, I need to be ready to listen and I wasn’t,” she apologized. She recognized her own faults in the argument, she had since the second he stepped out of that apartment in a fury. But the fault laid on both of them, and she needed him to admit that.
He nodded slowly, fingers tapping an anxious pattern on her leg as he said, “I just didn't think that this job was something that you wanted to do and I think it surprised me and I didn’t really understand why… although I still don’t.” 
Nat nodded, knowing she hadn’t been able to give him the full reasoning behind this move. She ignored the way her heart was racing with adrenaline, anxiety, and nerves, and instead explained, “I really thought that this job would be the answer to so many things. I thought it would give me better hours for us to be together, I’d have more flexibility to go home and see my family, and I’d be putting so many years of hard work to use and having a great career in art.” 
Judging by the tender look that had crossed his face, she knew that the vulnerability in her voice must have been evident and he shook his head softly for a moment before his eyes came to look right into hers, “I’m sorry that I didn’t support you and I promise that I’m completely on board for what you want, Nat.” 
“It’s not an excuse but I think I’m just a little extra sensitive because of Shane. He expected me to just drop my career for him and I was feeling like you were willing to go film and sign onto new projects but didn’t want me to keep moving up,” she tried to explain. Nat wanted him to see how what he had been asking her to do was something he wasn’t doing himself. “It wasn’t fair to project that onto you though. I let my emotions rule me rather than relying on what I knew was true about our relationship.” 
“I’m not going to lie Nat, that really did hurt me that you felt like I was just trying to control you and not that I had your best interests at heart,” Chris’ voice was soft, his hand lifting up in the air as he thought of what he was trying to say before it fell back down to rest on her knee, “I want you to be able to trust me.” 
“I do, Chris, and I’m sorry. I really am,” she honestly apologized, dipping her head to the side to catch his eye. “I think what wasn’t okay was that you wanted everything to revolve around your schedule and not taking mine into account. You signed onto new projects and wanted me to come see you but then complained when I’d have to work longer because of taking time off to see you.” 
There was something in his voice that was almost unrecognizable that she didn’t understand was fear until he told her, “I was just worried about you working so hard.” 
“Something to keep in mind though is that you have an irregular job,” Nat wanted to be sensitive to his feelings but also wanted him to be able to recognize how wildly different his life was from most peoples. “You work hard, but you don’t go to work every day and never have and most of the people you’ve dated had a similar schedule. I think some of it you just don’t realize what having a more regular career is like.” 
He blinked a few times as he stared at Nat, a perturbed look settling over him as he admitted, “I guess I hadn’t thought of that.” 
“I feel like you were only looking at it through your point of view,” Nat pointed out to Chris, starting to touch on the root of the issue on his end. 
“Nattie, I really wasn’t trying to be selfish. I just didn’t think that this job was a good fit for you,” he still wasn’t changing his mind on his reasoning but went on to explain, “But what I realized is I don’t think we have to agree. I care more about us being together than all the other shit.”
“I feel that way too,” Nat couldn’t help but reach out to rest her hand on his bearded cheek, her thumb stroking softly as she told him, “I love you so much.” 
At first Chris didn’t verbally respond, but the tenderness in his blue eyes said everything he needed to. His hands came to rest along the sides of her waist, leaning in slowly, his lips brushing against hers before he whispered, “I love you,” before crashing their lips together. 
Nat melted into the kiss, moving to lay back against the couch as Chris followed her down and kept kissing her and moving against her until they both were seeing stars. She realized just how true Chris’ words were, how they truly didn’t need to agree or always see eye to eye, but what they did need was to be together.
Everything felt like a blissful blur as they peeled each other out of their clothes and let their hands start to explore warm skin and hear soft sighs. Nat swore it didn’t even matter what he was doing, but just feeling him again was pure heaven as she was reminded that they belonged to one another. They needed one another more than they even knew and Nat knew now, in her heart, that they’d always have each other, no matter what. 
A/N: Our asks are always open!
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schoollover · 1 year
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AU: your camera roll, but you're dating Chris Evans 
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jackiequick · 7 months
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Blonde hair, blue eyes and a pretty little smile to match | Steve Rogers Fanfic
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Pairing: Steve Rogers x OC
Timeline: Phase 1 -> 2012, Pre-Avengers
Summary: The last thing the girl needed was a reminder that her life sucked right now. Broken hands, broken heart and a broken spirt. She was healing slowly but surely but last thing she needed was to see a face like his. Or maybe that’s what she needed?
Characters mentioned: Sarah Rogers, Leo Strange, Theigo Strange
Marvel AU
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Her heart felt like it beating out of her chest. The whispers in her head bounced around like a ghost in the mist of daylight. The city streets brought nothing to brighten up her mood. She just got out a physical therapy session with her older brothers.
Two brothers! Jeez, her dad clearly was busy that he made 3 children all at once.
She loves her brothers. Thiego and Leo are her lifeline whenever she needed it. She didn’t expect to find comfort in the both of them.
But sometimes it was suffocating being surrounded by them all the time.
Magic lesson one day, physical therapy the next and a consistent basis of reminders from doctors. Looks from people and old friends that you aren’t the same after this. That accident sent you for a worldwide mess. 
She didn’t feel pretty. She cried in her room last night about it. Her soft skin was now scarred. Her hands and arms were always wrapped in bandage. A cut on her forehead that result in some shitty set of bangs. She couldn’t do anything right, she felt anxious about everything.
Self-conscious. 
No one looked at her like a human being anymore. More like a half inch of what she used to be.
She wasn’t the girl she worked herself to be for the media’s eyes anymore.
All the years of work, interviews, training her spirt and wishful writing was down the drain now.
The press always showing up to ask her questions. Cameras following her movements across the streets. Upper east side ladies from the night of the accident such as Liane Felton took her accident as a way to show off and pretend to feel sorry about her.
It made her sick. She would’ve stay hidden behind the curtain of her hospital room if it wasn’t for the fact that she wanted some fresh air. She was caught up in her thought that she didn’t have a moment to think about what happened.
Her favorite small size coffee was splashed onto the sidewalk. Her shaky hands didn’t allow her to keep her fingers gripping the cup and it didn’t help that the jerk who roughly bumped into her, didn’t care to say sorry.
He just smirked looking over his shoulder as he walked away. Pathetic. He said underneath his breath. But she heard.
And he was right.
She stumbled into the ground about to lose her grip and let herself just fall. She squeezed her eyes shut, her legs felt wobbly and her lips parted into a broken sob in the back of her throat. Her face hurts. Her whole body just hurts.
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Suddenly she didn’t fall. She could’ve swore she let herself stumble. But instead she realized that an hand was placed gently onto her forearm and the other cautiously holding the small of her back.
Her eyes met the face. However his face was turned to face the previous jerk from beforehand with a glare and shout. He walked her over to a small open table nearby a cafe, let her sit down carefully.
Which lead her to this moment.
She caught her breath in a hitched note, her eyes wet with tears and sniffling a bit. She rubbed her nose, finally looked up at the guy. She didn’t even realize he was asking, if she was alright for the second time in a row.
“Hey. Don’t cry, things happen. A-are you alright?” He asked.
Short blonde hair fell a little out of place. Light eyes. Pretty blues like the ocean on a warm autumn day. And small yet soft smile to match. It didn’t help that he had a beauty mark on his far left cheek. He looked like an all American painting.
A charming spirted man who loves to paints, drink a single coffee every Sunday morning and take a walk underneath the lower east side.
She has been through his before.
Being looked by the pretty blonde who asked if she was alright, saving her from her sad story and two years later he left her. Dead. Alone. Caught in a mist of sorrow.
She can already picture the other relationship ending in a framed silhouette of her crying her eyes out.
Her mother just died some time back. She didn’t need another reminder of what she lost. Not today. Please god, not today. Anything but today. She was a mess.
She couldn’t even look at the man who looked concerned about her. She was left lost for words for a second there, like she couldn’t breathe exactly what he meant. Tuning out his voice before tuning it back into her ears.
No. Not today. She reminded herself. You doesn’t deserve to be saved at this moment.
“Miss? Ma’am?” He asked once again, with such honesty in his eyes.
She let out a small group of words as her response, “..y-yeah. Yes I’m alright. Just peachy..”
“Hmm.”
“Look, I’m sorry you look busy, I’m fine. Just go on with your day, sir..”
“Uh, no it’s alright. I didn’t have much planned today. But you don’t look alright, do you need anything?”
“No. I’m fine…i um, thank you for sa—helping me.”
He softly smile, “Your welcome. I’m sorry that happened to you, you seem like you’re not having the best week and that guy just made it worse. No offense..”
“None taken.” She replied half smiling back, “I’m not having a good week and i thought a cup of coffee would fix it..”
“Well that’s New York for ya. The people are tough and don’t want to waste others time. But hey, at least you didn’t get coffee on yourself. So that’s a plus right?”
This time she let out tired chuckle and shook her head, “Yeah, your right about that.”
“You see? You’re day is looking up i hope.” He replies with a matching chuckle.
“Yeah..I’m sorry. I can’t do this. I have to head home soon..”
“You sure you okay?”
“Y-yeah..i can handle this.”
The women decided to walk out of the chair, only to stumbled as her hands started to shake. Twitching and shaking out of anxiety, nervousness and a flash of heat that crawled up her back. She wasn’t okay and she knew it.
He knew it. Guiding her to sit back down as he kneeled down in front of her. He caught her fall. He can tell she was nervous, he has seen it before in plenty of men and women.
His mother hands used shake out of nervousness, leaning against the kitchen counter and holding her breath. So his father used to gently guide his somewhat safe to sit, doing breathing exercises and run his fingers across her palms to let her know she was feeling something. Concentrate on something. Sometimes he held her wrists.
So he decided to do the same thing. This was more extreme that he seen, but he willing to give it a try. He wouldn’t forgive himself if he let the poor women go uncertain of her next move. 
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His did some breathing exercises, telling her to hold her breath every once in a while before letting out. Coming up for air. Telling her to focus on his voice, his words. Just try and concentrate on his voice and the sounds around them.
“I-i can’t..” She said letting out a shaking breath, sounding like a whisper as she closed her eyes.
He kept a small smile on his face, running his gently fingers crossed the palms of her hands. “It’s okay. Focus on him, what do you feeling?” He asked.
“I just feel you…i-I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. Your okay. Is it okay if i hold your wrist, press them down onto your knees?”
She just nodded. Somehow she allowed him to do so. She didn’t know what it was? She didn’t want to be saved. Or maybe she did want to be saved? But she doesn’t always think she deserve it. But he didn’t see her exactly that way, he just wanted to calm her down.
In her eyes, she was the damsel in distress. He probably saw it himself. 
His voice was gentle as he talked about the last time he ever done this. It was a way to distract her, she knew it. But she didn’t care. She appreciated it actually. Taking a hold of her wrist eventually pressing them down, gently onto her knees to keep her balance.
Suddenly he realized something he forgot to ask. He chuckled to himself embarrassed he didn’t ask her this, nor did she ask him. They were literally in public doing this practice with the girl and he didn’t ask her. He thanked the lord for the cafe outside being somewhat empty.
He has seen her on TV. The News. The accident, the whole center of New York City talked about her. But she wasn’t anything like he imagined her to be. He has seen films and know people lie about their namesake for the spotlight.
To keep themselves sane and not let the whole public know everything.
Still he asked.
“Hey, what’s your name?” He asked the women holding her hands, with a gentle whisper.
“You don’t know my name?” She replied with a half smile.
“Oh, I know your name. I just wanna know if you know your name.”
“S-stella.”
He raise an eyebrow at her.
“Stella. Stella Strange.” She said with a soft smile chuckling.
“Okay, okay good.” He replied with a matching smile.
She let out a small laugh, it sounded like a scoff. She heard a significant change in his voice. He looked at her confused for not understanding why she was laughing.
“W-what-what’s so funny?” He asked with a light chuckle.
“You’re from Brooklyn.” She said with a smile.
“Y-yeah. How did you…?”
“I know an accent like that when i see it.”
“You caught me.”
“What you doing outside of Brooklyn? Waiting for the big guy?”
“Ma’am?”
The polite tone with his accent slipped out once again, as she chuckled at that.
“The big man? Iron man? He flies up and around theses parts. Stark Tower is a few blocks that way.” She told him, nodding her head a direction across from that.
“Oh? Oh no!” He replies with a chuckle this time, “No, I’m not sure I’m here for him. Just wanted to hang around the city. I love the parks here.”
“So why are you here?”
“I uh, don’t know yet. I live here now, moved out of Brooklyn some time again, and today, I decided to take a walk near the park. Grab a coffee and do some grocery shopping.” 
“Nice place to meet people.”
“Tell me about it.”
She noticed her hands started to stopped shaking as the time they talked. The gentle grip and movement he held on her rough scared hands calmed her down. She looked away ashamed.
Stella just met the guy, sheepishly let him hold her hands. He must’ve thought she was damaged or something with hands like that. He hasn’t even seen her arms.
She has taken out her bandages an hour ago for let her hands breathe but she hasn’t looked at them since then. Her arms still worn the bandages but her hands were exposed. The roughness, the way she couldn’t hold things correctly anymore for too long, the thick scares and the issues that came with it.
She felt ugly once again.
He noticed the look on her face and asked, “Hey..you okay?”
She nodded, “I um..yeah. Sorry, my hands aren’t the prettiest thing you seen…”
“Hey, look they aren’t that bad. They will heal soon, just takes time.”
“Yeah, i hope so too…they aren’t even the same anymore. It probably sounds weird but i hate it..”
“Everyone has cuts, bruises and scratches on their body. But that’s what makes us human.”
“..why are you so nice to me? We just met..”
“That’s right. I don’t know you and you don’t know me.”
“But..you helped me..why?”
“Yeah i know..because I believe everyone deserves a hand of kindness no matter who’s it’s from.”
“Who taught you that?”
“My mother..kindness is a strong thing. You should alway help people out, even if it’s the smallest thing.”
Those sounded like something her friend, Sam Wilson, might’ve said to her. A good solider.
Maybe she did need a bit of saving today? A small reminder of what she lost, but also what she might’ve been missing out on…?
That feeling of being helped, accepting the fact that she’s not okay and not being seen as a result of a crashing issue.
Who knows? She still thought she didn’t deserve it exactly.
However the smile on her face might’ve said otherwise.
She took a deep breath hearing that and chuckled, “What are you? The perfect man? Hercules in disguise…?” 
“I’m not perfect.” He replied with a chuckle, “I’m whoever i need to be today.”
“Prince charming…”
“What?”
“Your a knight in disguise. A heroic man…like a hero?”
If she only what they said about him, he thought. He just chuckled accepting her words and shrugged, not wanting to say too much. He was just glad he could help her out, returning a smile to her face.
He helped her stand up, noticing the time and realizing he should be heading home soon. They both should.
She thanked him once again for the helpful service he gave her. Before she walk away she asked him something. She should’ve asked him beforehand but wasn’t thinking straight to bring it into conversation.
She turned around, pushing hair out her face and asked, “Uh, hey.”
He hummed in response, hands in his pockets facing the young women.
“What’s your name?” She asked, sounding silly about it.
“Steve.” He replied with a smile, “Steve Rogers.”
“Nice to have met you, Steve.”
“Nice to have met you too, Stella.”
With that last minute, they walked different directions from another, facing the other way. Stella nodded, taking a breath and thanked the universe for fact she didn’t fall. That someone was kind enough to ask if she was okay today. Even if she wasn’t, it felt good.
Crossing their paths across the streets, not without Steve looking over his shoulder at the women before entering the general storefront. He nodded, start to feel okay that he woke up 70 years later in the future. The people will need help doesn’t matter what happens. He let out a small sigh smiling to himself.
Sometimes the smallest interaction with someone can leave an impact on you..
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supernovafics · 2 years
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𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐋𝐄
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pairing: ari levinson x fem!reader
summary: in which it had been more than a year since you had last spoken to or seen ari, and with the painful way things ended between you both you were completely okay with never speaking to him again. however, it is a birthday party that finally places you both in the same vicinity and leads to one too many awkward and emotional encounters
word count: 3.9k words
warnings: angst, slight fluff, explicit language
author’s note: first time writing for ari and i’m surprised it has taken me this long lol (full folklore series masterlist here!)
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❝i think i’ve seen this film before, and i didn't like the ending. you're not my homeland anymore, so what am i defending now? you were my town. now i’m in exile, seein' you out.❞
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“I’m surprised we haven’t talked yet today.”
You weren’t too shocked to hear Ari’s voice right then, mainly because you knew that having some sort of an actual conversation with him was inevitable. And, in fact, the only thing that truly surprised you about that moment was that it hadn’t happened sooner.
You turned your gaze toward him and lifted your shoulders in a simple shrug. “I don’t know. There really isn’t anything to talk about.”
There was definitely a lot that the two of you could talk about, but you wanted to pretend that everything was completely okay between you both. Because it had been a little over a year since you two had last spoken, and now everything actually was fine between you two, for the most part. Somewhat. Barely.
Ari gave you a look that called you on your bullshit, and you hated that somehow, after all that time apart, he could still read you so easily.
When you first saw him earlier that day, it startled you. Your mind immediately traveled back to the last time you saw him, which was a moment full of angry tears and yelling that you now looked back on as the best worst thing to ever happen to you.
Following the brief look at him that caused a million different emotions to wash over you in the span of a few seconds, you continued on with the conversation you were having and pretended as if you hadn’t been affected by his presence at all.
In hindsight, you really shouldn’t have been too surprised to see him; it was mainly his family at the party, after all. However, it was rare and almost a given at that point that he would not show up to family events because he was always so busy with work. This specific event was for his niece’s seventh birthday, which had the theme of both princesses and cowboys because Willow couldn’t choose just one. Although you and Ari were no longer together, you still remained great friends with his sister, Celia, which was the reason why you had been invited to her house for the birthday party.
You had looked away from Ari so quickly that you were unsure if he had noticed you in the expansive backyard, which was full of many people and a huge bouncy house that was probably the first thing he saw. However, you could practically feel his gaze on you, and when you finally met his eyes, even though the two of you were on opposite ends of the backyard, you could feel something silently being said between you both.
Absolutely nothing was verbally said, nor was any gesture made as the pair of you simply stared at one another for a few moments. When you finally pulled your eyes away from his, out of your peripheral vision, you noticed him look away as well and begin to greet some of his family members.
For some reason, you thought that would be the extent of interaction you would have with him at the birthday party. However, now there you both were, hours later, standing next to the bouncy house and watching the last few kids, including Willow, continue to bounce their little hearts out.
“What do you want me to say?” You asked him. Finally, breaking the minor silence that had been prevailing.
He shrugged halfheartedly. “The cynical part of me was expecting an immediate “fuck you” or “I hate you.””
You let out a soft sigh and met his gaze. “I don’t hate you, Ari.”
The statement actually had some truth to it. Yes, you had been angry at him for a long time, and there was even a period where you did find yourself hating him just a little bit. But that wasn’t how things were anymore. It was all different now. You were in a better place. Happier. Much happier than what you had been a year ago.
Ultimately, Ari pulled his eyes away from yours. You were unsure if he fully believed what you had said, and you were also unsure if you should allow yourself to care about what he thought anymore.
“How have you been?” He decided to ask instead of pushing further on the previous topic.
Typically, you hated small talk, but at that moment, you felt extremely grateful for the mundanity. Even if it was with someone that you couldn’t remember the last time you spoke simple small talk with because your relationship had once been so far past that.
“I’ve been good,” You told him, keeping your response short and simple. “Really good, actually.”
Once again, Ari was quiet, and you were unsure what that meant. You wanted the conversation to be over because the underlying awkwardness of it all was becoming unbearable. But, there was also a part of you that wanted to keep going because you had no idea when you would talk to Ari again.
You were about to speak, pose another mundane question just to say something, and fill the air of silence. However, before you could, Ari finally responded to your previous words.
“I don’t know,” He ultimately told you. “I don’t know if I can believe that. There’s something about you right now that’s telling me that’s not entirely true.”
You weren’t surprised by the bluntness of Ari’s words; his honesty was a quality that you had been pretty familiar with, but that didn’t mean that his words didn’t still sting. And his words didn’t only make you feel upset, but they made you angry too. You didn’t expect to feel so affected by anything Ari would say anymore, but him acting as if he knew shit about you and your life anymore made you actually want to say “fuck you” to him. He completely lost the privilege to make comments like that when he ended things a year ago.
“How could you possibly say that?” You said, keeping your voice level and trying hard not to let the all too familiar feelings of anger cause you to yell at the man standing next to you. “You don’t know me anymore, Ari. As hard as that may be for you to believe. Things are different, and they’re better than what they used to be. Than what we used to be.”
You didn’t allow Ari any chance to respond to anything you said before you walked away, sincerely hoping that he would not follow you. The minor conversation was over, and you couldn’t help but be mad at yourself that there was a moment where you had wanted it to continue.
You didn’t glance back at him at all as you walked over to where Celia was standing by the goodie bag table, which was unsurprisingly a huge mess due to how quickly the kids had ransacked it a little while earlier.
“Need any help cleaning up?” You asked her; however, you didn’t wait for a response before you began tossing half-empty and half-eaten items that were on the table into the garbage bag that was close by.  
“You’re amazing,” She said, smiling at you. Things were quiet for a few moments as you both threw stuff in the garbage. “Also, he’s an idiot.”
You looked up at her. “You heard the conversation?”
“No, but I saw the ending,” She told you, and a part of you honestly felt glad that she hadn’t heard. “And when you walked over here, I’ve never seen you look that pissed before. So, whatever he said, he’s an idiot for saying it.”
You couldn’t help but smile at Celia’s words and feel so grateful for the friendship you had with her. And you weren’t even surprised that she was immediately on your side, even though she wasn’t entirely sure what had just happened with you and Ari.
Celia knew the ins and outs of your and Ari’s relationship, especially the aftermath of it. You had initially felt hesitant about it, but she was the first person you called when things ended between you and him. From the moment Ari introduced you both, the two of you just clicked, bonding over the most random things. Therefore, it had felt almost second nature to call her, and of course, she was there for you and helped you through it all.
You finally glanced over at Ari and saw him giving a small wave to Willow, who was waving wildly at him from inside the bouncy house. “Did you know he was coming today?”
“Honestly, no,” Celia answered with a small shake of her head. “Of course, I sent him an invite because I can’t not send him one. But I didn’t even know he was back in the states until today.”
You simply nodded at her words before continuing to toss things into the trash. Stealing another glance at Ari, a small part of you couldn’t help but feel upset that the first conversation you had in over a year ended badly. However, you were quick to push that feeling away because you refused to allow yourself to care when it wasn’t your fault that it had taken that turn.
If you were being completely honest, you couldn’t wait to go home because then you knew that you wouldn’t have to see him again.
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❝ so step right out, there is no amount of crying i can do for you. all this time we always walked a very thin line. ❞
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It wasn’t long before the final guests at the party left, and the only people remaining were you, Ari, Celia, her husband Theo, and Willow, who was currently fast asleep in Ari’s arms.
”Can you put her in bed?” Celia asked him as she took a sip from her wine glass. Since the party was over, she didn’t waste a second opening up a bottle because of how stressful the day had been. You didn’t blame her, and in fact, if you didn’t have to drive home yourself, you would’ve joined her and also had a glass.
“Yeah, no problem,” Ari answered and began heading to the back door. He walked slowly so that he wouldn’t wake Willow, but that didn’t seem to work because her head quickly popped up, and her eyes opened, almost as if she had never been fully asleep in the first place.
“I want Y/N to come too. She tells the best bedtime stories,” She said with a wide smile on her sleepy face.
You hesitated for a brief moment. The backyard was cleaned up, aside from the few tables and chairs that were still scattered about, and you were ready to say your own goodbyes to Celia and Theo and then head home. However, seeing that hopeful and happy glint in Willow’s eyes, you knew that you couldn’t say no to her, even if that meant being around Ari again.
“Yes, I’ll come too,” You responded and smiled at her.
Nothing was said between you and Ari as you walked inside the house. Instead, it was Willow doing most of the talking, successfully curbing all of the awkwardness as she rambled on about how awesome her party was and yawning between every few sentences.
You didn’t really want to speak to Ari again. You were completely willing and okay with leaving the previous conversation on that sour note, and you felt somewhat at peace with doing that.
So, you knew that once Willow was in her pajamas, tucked in bed, and you told her a story that would put her to sleep, you’d be able to leave without saying anything more to Ari.
“What story do you want to hear?” You asked as you knelt down next to Willow’s twin-sized bed; Ari was on the other side.
“Can it be something new?” The young girl responded. “Ooh, and it can be about cowboys and princesses?”
You laughed a bit because with what the theme of her birthday party had been, you should’ve easily seen that coming. “Okay… Oh, I have the perfect idea.”
You didn’t really have any concrete ideas for the story, but you began telling one anyway, pulling out whatever was coming to your mind, adding it in, and making sure that it all made sense.
Ari watched intently and had a small smile on his face as he listened to you tell the story to Willow. Your voice was both animated and soft, and he saw how intrigued, and happy Willow was as you spoke. That moment made him miss you more than he already did.
As you continued on with the story, you noticed how Willow’s eyes became heavier. You kept going but made your words softer and softer until you trailed off and stopped completely once she was sleeping.
“Good thing she fell asleep there because I had no idea how that story was going to end,” You said, realizing a little too late that your joking words had been directed at Ari.
“So, that means I’ll never get to know the ending?” Ari asked, and you couldn’t help but laugh a bit at his statement. However, you stopped yourself mid-laugh because it suddenly felt wrong to joke around with him, so it sounded more like you made a weird coughing sound.
Things became quiet as you both simply observed Willow’s even breaths and how peaceful she looked, and you were pondering exactly how you should finally make your exit and head home. But, before you could even get close to saying the word “goodbye,” Ari broke the silence.
“Hey, I’m sorry about earlier. It was a really shitty comment to make.”
“It’s fine,” You told him. It didn’t really feel fine, but it felt better to say that rather than how you were really feeling, which was a mix of emotions that you couldn’t fully decipher anymore.
“Do you hate me for everything?” He asked, and before you could even think about answering his question, you both noticed Willow slightly stir in her bed.
You were quick to turn off her lamp and flick on the small bunny night light she had on her nightstand, and Ari followed suit as you quietly walked out of the room. He fully expected you to say goodbye to him and leave, but you didn’t. Instead, you walked into the bathroom that was across the hall, gesturing for him to follow you inside, which he did, and you closed the door behind you both.
You didn’t realize how small the bathroom was until the door was closed, and there was barely any room for you to take a few steps back so that you weren’t insanely close to Ari. Although this closeness made you feel slightly uncomfortable, you couldn’t allow yourself to leave just yet.
Ultimately, you didn’t answer Ari’s previous question, and instead, you asked one of your own. “Why do you keep thinking that I hate you? Do you want me to?”
“I don’t know,” He told you with a slight shrug. “At least then I would know you feel something toward me.”
“I will always feel something for you,” You said softly, deliberately avoiding his gaze and instead focusing on the shower curtain behind him. “I kinda hate that, but it’s true. And it won’t always be something bad. Right now, it isn’t something bad.”
Your honest words fell from your lips before you could fully think about them, and for a brief moment, you felt as if you had said too much. However, Ari spoke before you could further grow to regret your words.
“I’ll always feel something for you too,” He responded, voice matching the same softness as yours.
Maybe this was the vulnerable and honest conversation that you both finally needed to have with one another after a year of not speaking and leaving things on an upsetting note. Of course, this felt weird and foreign, and a part of you wanted to flee the bathroom, but it also felt relieving to let out at least a small fraction of the things that you had been harboring for a while.
“I can’t believe it took us over a year to get some type of closure with one another.”
“It’s not that surprising; we’re both stubborn as hell. And I’m also an idiot for not trying to reach out sooner,” Ari responded, and you almost smiled until you heard his next words. “I’ve missed you.”
You were quick to shake your head at him. “You can’t say that.”
“But if it’s the truth?”
“Then you’re just making things so much harder than they should be.”
A part of you missed him too, but you couldn’t allow yourself to say that. Nothing was different than what it had been a year ago. You were still you, and he was still him. The two of you already knew that things couldn’t work, so there was no point in falling back into anything, even if it felt almost too comfortable and easy to do so.
“How?” He asked, and you almost found yourself laughing at the one-worded question because of how obvious the answer should have been to him.
“Because we can’t do this anymore. Absolutely nothing has changed. You still go to different countries for months on end, and I’m still right here. At first, it was okay waiting for you to come back, but eventually, it got lonely, and I wanted more,” Your eyes were on his as you spoke, and let your final words come out quietly. “And you couldn’t give me more.”
“I’m not going back.”
You didn’t expect to be so affected by anything Ari would say anymore, but those four words hit you hard. They had been exactly what you had wanted to hear for forever. And finally hearing them inadvertently made your heartbeat speed up while simultaneously dropping into your stomach.
“What? Why?” You finally managed to ask after a short stint of unbearable silence.
“It’s time,” He stated as if it was the simplest thing in the world. “I’ve been wanting to for a few months now, and after a long mission in Morocco, I decided that would be the last one. I just got back a week ago.”
Considering how big of a bombshell his initial words had been, the follow-up “explanation” wasn’t enough for you. And then there was the fact that he was doing this now. Now, instead of a year ago when you had practically begged him to.
It got quiet again because you couldn’t find any words to say. Right then, the urge to leave the bathroom was stronger than ever, but your feet felt completely glued to the white tiled floor.
“I’m sorry,” Ari said, filling the silence.
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Why are you sorry?”
“Because I know what you’re thinking.”
There were a million things circling your mind right then, so if he was able to sum all of it up in one succinct statement, you would’ve been very surprised.
“I know I should’ve done this a year ago, and I really wish I did. And I’m so, so fucking sorry that I didn’t.”
Maybe you still were an easy book to read because his words were an almost too perfect summation of what you had wanted to hear. It felt almost unfair to you that it took him over a year to finally say all of these things. They were the words that you had expected, hoped, he would say to you a day after ending things and breaking your heart, not a year after.
For some instances, the phrase “better late than never” worked perfectly, but not for this. It felt as if all of these confessions from Ari were coming way, way too late.
You had gotten to a place where you no longer felt sad or angry about how things ended between you and him. Instead, you were fully, or at least mostly, at peace with it all. And you really did not want to fall back into something that would only end with you once again hurting for months on end.
“Give me a reason, or just tell me why you’re finally doing this now, instead of then,” You said, and both you and Ari knew what the underlying question to your words were. “Why wasn’t I enough a year ago?”
“I was a selfish dumbass, and I didn’t realize how much I needed you until I didn’t have you anymore. But, I didn’t call you or say anything because I thought if I was stupid enough to let you go, then maybe I didn’t deserve to have you back,” Ari explained, and it was painful how truthful you could tell each and every one of those words were. “There wasn’t one moment that I didn’t think about you this entire year, though.”
It was a solid mix of sad and angry tears that hit you so abruptly and threatened to spill from your eyes. Sad because it hurt hearing Ari’s words, and angry because you wished you had heard them so much earlier.
“You should’ve called,” You muttered, hastily brushing away a stray tear that had rolled down your cheek. “All I wanted was for you to say something. Anything.”
“I’m sorry,” He whispered back, and you could hear his sincerity behind the simple two words.  
You felt his hand reach for yours, and when he intertwined your fingers with his, you simultaneously hated and loved how much comfort you felt from having your hand in his again. He gave your hand a small squeeze before closing the minor amount of space between you both and wrapping his arms around you. Instead of tensing at his touch, you leaned into it. Your body was a traitor to how fickle and confused your mind felt at that moment. However, you completely accepted the embrace and reciprocated, burying your face in his chest and taking in his all too familiar smell that you had missed so much.
For the first time that night, the silence felt comfortable, and there was nothing more that needed to be said at that moment because it was all being conveyed nonverbally through the tight hug you two had found yourselves in.
You were unsure how long the two of you stood like that, but when you pulled away after what felt like an hour and also only a minute, you looked up at Ari.
“I should head home,” You said, and he nodded understandingly. He almost reluctantly said his final goodbyes to you; however, you began speaking again. “Do you wanna come?”
Ari couldn’t hold back his smile, and it took a lot within him to not lean in and kiss you right then; which was something that you actually wouldn’t have been completely opposed to.
With how royally he fucked things up a year ago, he was willing to take whatever you would give him and follow your lead with however you wanted to move things. And to him, your words felt like a move in a good direction, which was all he could really ask for and it was all he wanted.
“I would love to.”
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❝ second, third, and hundredth chances. balancin' on breaking branches. those eyes add insult to injury. ❞
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— BIOLOGY 05
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pairing: chris evans x ofc; harry styles x ofc (+18)
summary: you never thought you would have such a physical relationship with a biology teacher. either less with two. an enemies and friends to lovers story.
warnings: strong language, old/young relationships, explicit sexual scenes
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I opened my eyes, not remembering why I was already smiling. I blinked a few times, trying to bring my vision into focus, and sighed lazily. A good scent filled my lungs, making my smile widen. My hand was beside my face, flat against his chest, which calmly rose and fell with his breathing. His scent was everywhere, numbing me, and his arm wrapped around my shoulders, preventing me from moving. I looked up and saw that Chris was still sleeping like a baby, even after a couple of hours of sleep. Smiling like a fool, I just watched him sleep, slowly caressing his chest and remembering everything we had done before we blacked out.
"How long did you intend to stare at me?" I heard his voice say softly, making me blush slightly. Chris opened his eyes and looked at me, a suspicious smile on his face.
"I don't know, maybe until you wake up and ask me that question," I replied, making her smile widen. Without saying anything, Chris kissed me gently, and turned on his side, leaving us facing each other on the bed.
“For your information, I was already awake,” he murmured, sliding his hand slowly around my waist. “You're the one who's been sleeping like a rock on top of me until just now.”
“I'm sorry if the educational institution where you work and I study makes me wake up at 6 am every single day,” I said, pretending to be offended, and making him laugh.
“Wow, what an angry girl I got,” he said, pulling me closer to him.
“Yes, I am,” I confirmed, looking irritated and propping myself up on one elbow. “If you don't like it, I'm leaving right now and I won't bother you anymore.”
“Look, in addition to being angry, she is independent!” Chris laughed, holding me more firmly by the hips as if he wanted to pin me there. “I want to see you continue with all that courage to get up from here.”
When I went to open my mouth to retort, he shut me up with an intense kiss and his hand went up from my hip to my face, while the other hugged me around the waist. Obviously, everything I thought of saying disappeared from my memory as our tongues started to play with each other, in a mixture of provocation and tranquility. I could feel Chris smile through the kiss, victorious at having managed to shut me up, and I couldn't help but smile along with it.
"Are you still mad?" he murmured, still smiling, as he broke the kiss.
"Idiot," I muttered, closing my eyes in defeat and embarrassment. Chris laughed softly and gave me a long peck, laying his head very close to mine and making the tips of our noses touch.
"You look beautiful like that, you know that?" he said, hugging me around the waist gently. “More than you already are.”
"You really don't see yourself, do you?" I spoke softly, with a melting smile as I caressed his face, drawing his features and making him close his eyes a few times. “There's nothing about you that I don't like. You are just perfect, I have nothing to say. That baby face, that beautiful smile, your body, your way... Everything.”
Chris, who had his eyes closed when I started to speak, opened them and looked at me steadily, listening carefully to everything I said and widening his smile with each word.
“Amazing how such a young girl can say things that a 30-year-old woman wouldn't even dream of saying,” he smiled with shining eyes, caressing my cheek with his thumb. “And that only makes you more beautiful in my eyes.”
“Don't do this to me, please,” I asked, closing my eyes and feeling my cheeks burn with shyness and euphoria. “I get shy.”
I heard Chris laugh softly and felt his arms pulling me closer to him (I didn't think I could, but did I?).
“Having you clinging to me is the best feeling in the world,” he murmured slowly, leaning over me gently and burying his face in my neck. “Your perfume, the good smell of your hair, your warm skin, your beating heart... Always so fast that it looks like it wants to explode at any moment.”
I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around his neck. I took a deep breath, letting his scent intoxicate me, and laughed softly, unable to believe the dream my life had turned into. Not even if I wanted to could I explain what it was like to be the happiest person in the world. Maybe that's why I was completely speechless, and I just kept stroking his shoulders and back slowly, feeling his calm breath hit my ear.
Chris started kissing my neck gently, making me close my eyes and get goosebumps all over. I started tangling my fingers in his hair, and he continued to distribute kisses around the region until he reached my mouth. He kissed me calmly and deeply, and I felt like electric shocks ran through my entire body, and shivered all over. I don't remember receiving a kiss as intense as that one before. We ended up reversing positions without even realizing it, leaving me on top of him, with a hand on either side of his head. That turned into something warmer, and when we were already panting, Chris sucked my bottom lip, breaking the kiss. I looked into those blue eyes, which returned my gaze with an intense glow amidst my hair falling around his face, and I smiled, seeing him do the same.
I went back to kissing him, not even caring that I was still panting, and I felt his hands travel over my shoulders and back slowly, as well as felt his erection under the boxers he had on before going to sleep. I smiled when he unclasped my bra without me noticing, and sat on his hips to remove the garment. Chris' hands caressed the sides of my thighs, and without even wanting to wait for me to return, he sat up and hugged me around the waist, bringing our lips together again. I wrapped my arms around his neck, returning the kiss willingly and feeling him squeeze my breasts. It didn't take long and he started teasing me, neatly sucking my earlobe. Goosebumps from head to toe with his warm, husky breath in my ear, I gripped his hair tightly until I heard him whisper:
"It's hot, don't you think?”
I nodded slowly, dazed with that broken voice making me short of breath, and he said:
“Then hold tight.”
I went back to hug him around the neck and Chris put his arms under me. He got up from the bed, still teasing me in one of my weak spots in a very good way (consequently getting hanged by me), and carried me in his arms to somewhere I didn't know what it was until I saw white tiles all over the wall and a spacious glass shower.
Before I could say anything, he closed the door and pressed me against it, his lips already on mine. His hands roamed all over my body quickly, while mine turned his hair into an endless mess. I pulled him by the waist closer to me, making his arousal even more evident with the proximity and destroying my sanity. Chris's hands stopped at my ass, with the same intention I had when pulling him with my legs, and his thumbs wrapped around the elastic of my panties, pulling them down. He kept pulling it off, not daring to break the kiss, and I got to my feet so I could get rid of her at once. He went down kissing me as he lowered my panties, stopping at my belly and going up again when the piece was already far away.
Being able to control things a little more by being on my feet, I pushed him recklessly until his back was against the glass of the closed shower. Chris let out a hoarse groan as I pinned him between the icy surface and me, who was now caressing his chest and stomach, and awkwardly opened the door to the transparent cubicle, staggering inside with me. Breathing noisily, I let him pin me against the inner wall of the shower stall while he grabbed the hair at the back of my neck with one hand and felt around the wall until he found the valve and turned on the shower with the other. As soon as the cold water touched our skin, we automatically hugged each other tighter, as if we were going to warm up with the heat of our bodies.
Our hands ran loose over every reachable inch of skin on each other, and it didn't take me long to slide his sodden boxers to the floor. I wrapped my arms around his neck, begging him to do what I wanted soon, and with a frown of pleasure, Chris implied that he would obey me. He lifted my legs, making me wrap them around his waist, and positioned himself at my entrance. Expecting him to invade me all at once, like before, I felt him put only half of his cock inside me, teasing me and stifling a low moan with a kiss. With each attack he was putting in more and more, making me involuntarily aggressive during the kiss, until he reached the end and began to move with great strength and speed. I ended up standing a little taller than him because I was suspended, which made Chris' face practically between my breasts. Obviously enjoying the situation, he almost screamed, making me moan at the same volume. The cold water that fell on us seemed to make us even hotter and made my habit of grabbing his hair a little more slippery.
For almost half an hour we stayed in that position. Chris would throw his head back several times, eyes tightly closed and hair plastered to his forehead, and I would push it back with my hands, grabbing it again at the back of the neck. He was really holding back so he didn't have to leave, while I had already come twice, with my nails dug into his shoulders and howling with pleasure. When he threw his head back one last time in exhaustion, I kissed him lightly and he finally came, slowly closing his eyes and moaning close to my ear. I let myself slide with my back pressed against the wall until I was on my feet as Chris brushed away the damp strands of hair that stuck to my face, seeking my lips with his. I laid my trembling hands on his shoulders, dead tired, and returned his soft kiss with a smile.
“I think I'm getting old for these things,” Chris panted, taking a deep breath soon after and hugging me affectionately around the waist.
"If so, it takes my breath away just imagining how you did these things when you were younger," I whispered, kissing his neck as I hugged him and felt his chest contract rapidly in breathless laughter.
“I've always thought that men's dress shirts look much better on women,” Chris smiled, lying on the sofa, as he saw me emerge from the hallway wearing one of his white shirts that covered me up to mid-thigh. “Now I'm sure.”
“Stop embarrassing me or I'll wet you,” I threatened, shaking my wet hair as I approached and making him protect himself with his arms, laughing.
"Love you too, my brave little one," he teased, pulling me by the hand covered by the oversized sleeve of the shirt I was wearing and toppling me over him. A great smell of soap invaded my lungs, and I couldn't help but smile as I returned his kiss.
"Aren't you really going to stop?" I murmured, keeping our faces close even after breaking the kiss and pointing my index finger at him. “You know I bite, huh.”
Chris let out a mischievous laugh, getting even sexier than usual, and whispered:
“Yeah, I know.”
“Chris!” I exclaimed, embarrassed, burying my face in his neck as he laughed louder.
“Okay, now I stopped,” he said, hugging me tightly, and laughing some more before continuing to talk. “Speaking of biting, are you hungry?”
I nodded, still not looking at him. The smell of that neck was something irresistible, indeed. And it got even better when I remembered my hands sliding over his shoulders a few minutes ago while we took a shower.
“Yeah, I guessed right away,” he said, nodding slightly. “So what do you say we go down to the kitchen and see what I made for us?”
I looked at him, stunned, and received a mischievous smile. I got up quickly, and ran to the kitchen, accompanied by him. And I nearly flew off that wonderful neck when I saw what was on the kitchen table.
“I can't believe it!” I exclaimed, with a huge smile on my face. “Pasta!”
“You like?” Chris smiled, all cute, when I turned to him, almost tearing up with emotion.
“If I like?” I repeated, laughing. “I love pasta! How did you do it so fast? I mean, I didn't even take ten minutes!”
“Twenty-seven minutes, I ended up accidentally counting,” he replied, crossing his arms and leaning one of his shoulders against the door wall. “All this to get ready and untangle the hair that I was probably the one who messed up.”
Euphoric, I couldn't answer anything, I just bit my bottom lip and kept watching him smartly smile at me.
“I was really surprised that you didn't show up in the room,” I muttered, unable to stop smiling, and he approached me with the biggest face of a naughty child. “You have to stop surprising me like that, you know? It's not just because I'm young that I can handle these bumps.”
“I'm the one who won't last another minute without devouring that pasta over there,” Chris smiled, putting his hands on my hips. “Before you start thanking me, I want to see if you approve of my culinary skills.”
I let out a low chuckle and stood on tiptoe to give him a quick peck before going to sit in one of the chairs. Chris did the same, and served me, filling his plate soon after. I picked up the fork, inhaling the great smell coming from my plate, and tangled it in the pasta, feeling his half-apprehensive gaze on me.
"Hm, let's see if you can get married now," I joked, throwing him a quick look before putting my fork in my mouth.
On the several days when I had to prepare my lunch at home because Mom was working, I used to make pasta, because I thought it was more practical and tasty. I considered my pasta a masterpiece, I felt great that I could make such a good sauce, but I had just discovered that I wasn't such a good cook. Chris could be better. Much better.
“So?” he asked, fork hovering over his still-untouched plate and a nervous smile.
“I'm glad you don't cook for a living,” I replied when I finished chewing, with a serious expression, and I saw panic in his eyes. “Because if you did, you wouldn't have time to teach at the university with a crowded restaurant.”
“Is this when I throw all these noodles at your head or do I leave it for later?” Chris smiled, looking both flustered and relieved, as I chuckled.
“This is great,” I exclaimed, laughing so hard at the horror on his face. “Don't go wasting it all on my head, please.”
"Next time try to get straight to the point, would you?" he grumbled, unable to keep from smiling and finally eating some pasta.
“Oww, he got upset,” I said, in a cute voice. “Sorry, baby.”
"Baby…look who's talking," Chris murmured, shooting me a playful look, and I felt my face heat up with embarrassment. Sometimes I forgot that he was already thirteen when I was born. I mean, I barely had any teeth and he must have had a prototype mustache already. Okay, better not keep thinking about what he had or did when he was a brat and I sucked my thumb. We sat in silence for a few seconds, just chewing, until he spoke again:
"Why did you make that little face and stay quiet?”
"Nothing, I was just thinking here," I replied, not looking at him.
"Thinking about what?" he insisted, his voice lower and tilting his head trying to see my face.
I smiled weakly and lifted my gaze to his.
“This is all pretty crazy... Don't you think?” I said awkwardly.
“This all?” he repeated, brow furrowed. Sluggish. But that's okay, no one functions properly on an empty stomach, especially men.
"Yeah... us sticking together," I explained, my eyes fixed on his. Chris sobered, looking a little scared to even think about it.
“Why are you saying this now?” he asked, his voice equally serious and making me nervous. “Are you thinking about giving up, or I don't know, my pasta is that bad…”
“No, no, of course not, your noodles are great,” I interrupted, distressed even though I was still smiling, and he continued to stare at me, waiting for a better explanation. “I was just thinking, I don't know... How this happened between us with all that age difference.”
Chris smiled weakly, and I did the same. After almost a month together, it was the first time I had stopped to think about it, and the longer I stared into those sparkling eyes, the less I could come up with a rational answer. The two of us liking each other wasn't rational at all, it was kind of a happy coincidence. Among so many beautiful and intelligent students that I knew he had, he chose to get involved with me, who had nothing special or different from them. Maybe I was just wondering why I deserved such a gift.
“I don't know how that happened,” he sighed, his gaze vacant on mine. “But I'm glad it happened... I was almost losing my way with women.”
My smile broke out involuntarily, as did his, and I felt my face heat up a little. How beautiful, was all I could think as I received that affectionate look from him.
“Let me eat my wonderful pasta before I end up flying all over you,” I said, making him laugh. “And now that you know that I bite, be careful.”
“Bite me,” he chuckled, rolling the pasta around his fork with a leer. “I like it.”
“Chris!” I exclaimed, incredulous and turning purple with embarrassment again, making him laugh. It was half past eight when we finished dinner. We laughed more than we ate, by the way. Especially me, who looked like a fool with a silly smile on my face just looking at him, in boxers having dinner with me. Hungry (and rightfully so) we devoured all the pasta and drank liters of grape juice, and as soon as I helped him put the dishes in the sink against his will, he asked:
"Good time to attack that ice cream, don't you think?”
“If I get pimples, it's your fault,” I said, my mouth twisting in a failed attempt to hold back a smile and pointing my index finger at him.
“We'll figure this out later.” He smiled, biting his lower lip.
"And I'm going to give that sharp tongue of yours a treat if you don't stop with that stuff," I mumbled, not being able to think straight in front of that cute little face and only realizing that I had said shit when he laughed out loud.
"I can't believe you said that," Chris said, still laughing and hugging me around the waist. Still not resigned to my idiocy, I just looked at him, smiling in an embarrassed way and wrinkling my nose.
“Stop all this embarrassment,” he murmured, his voice affectionate, and gave me a little Eskimo kiss. “You don't need it.”
I, who had been watching my hands curl into his chest, lifted my gaze to his, and automatically smiled. I don't know why I was so ashamed of him. Okay, maybe it was because he was my molecular biology teacher and I was afraid of being rude or something because I was completely in love with him and I didn't want to get dumped.
“Just because I told you you look cute like that, all red doesn't mean you have to torture me all the time.” Chris smiled, pretending to be a little annoyed, and I chuckled softly. “You don't know what I'm capable of when teasing me like that.”
“Oh, really?” I asked, raising an eyebrow, and a second later his arm slipped under my legs, lifting me into the air. If he kept carrying me all the time, I would forget how to walk.
“Yeah,” he replied, with raised eyebrows and a smile. “But since I'm a great biology teacher, I think we should wait for our stomachs to digest the pasta before giving in to your provocations.”
“I completely agree, Professor Evans,” I said, looking at him, and receiving a lingering peck. “So while we wait, I'd like some ice cream.”
“Digest by eating even more?“ he mocked as he walked to the freezer, making me throw my head back and laugh out loud. “Take it, my hands are kind of full.”
“'Hands full', that’s what she said,” I said, laughing like an idiot. “I think we're even about ambiguous sentences now.”
"If you want, I'll vacate my hands right away," he suggested and threatened to put me down again.
“You can keep carrying me, I'll let you,” I smiled, forcing the most excessively sweet expression in the world as I closed the freezer door with the ice cream in my hands. Chris returned my exaggerated smile, and led me into the living room, stopping at the silverware drawers to grab two spoons along the way.
"Let's see what's on TV," he said, picking up the remote from the sofa and pressing a button. As soon as the screen lit up, I saw lizards and plants everywhere, and I couldn't help but smile.
“Animal Planet?” I asked, opening the ice cream, and sitting between his legs. “Why should I already know that?”
"At least it's not a porn channel," Chris snapped, changing the channel and scooping up his ice cream scoop without even looking at what he was doing.
“Yeah, that would be a problem,” I said, not even paying attention to what was on TV and carefully filling my spoon. “Imagine if you were the type of man who 'learns' things from porn?”
"Do you really want to talk about it?" he said, raising his eyebrows as he went back to swallowing another monstrous spoonful of ice cream. I turned to face him, one eyebrow raised and a sly smile.
“Why? Are you afraid of something?”
"Of course not, I even find this subject interesting," Chris replied, eating more ice cream. "But there are other, much better ways to find pleasure.”
“You can't just say that and pretend like it's normal,” I said, laughing and giving his chest a little push.
“Come here, let me ask you something,” he said, stopping at some channel and looking at me with a slightly comical impatience. “Why are you all curious about my pleasure? Already wanting more, huh?”
“That wasn't my initial intention, but if you're suggesting...” I replied, looking at him and slowly licking the spoon, with a teasing smile. Chris stared at me, looking a little dazed, and his mouth twisted in defeat.
"Do you like ice kisses?" he murmured, softly, taking the ice cream pot from between my legs and placing it on the small table that was on his side of the sofa.
“If I like what?” I asked, not listening to what he had said, but agreeing to turn around to face him when his hands showed that intention.
“This,” he whispered, and in the next second his lips were glued to mine. A thermal shock ran through my entire body when his icy tongue touched mine, not so cold. I wrapped my arms around his neck, shivering from head to toe, and he pulled me closer to him by the waist, making my legs wrap around his hips. We made out for a while, until the icy effect wore off, and Chris gently laid me down on the couch and got on top of me. Smiling, he broke the kiss, and murmured:
"Do you sleep here tonight?”
"You don't even have to ask again," I replied, grinning from ear to ear, and he kissed me again, equally happy with my response. Yeah, I can say that Chris kissing me was a scene that was repeated a lot that night.
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Twin Flame - Chapter 3
Warnings: smut right out the gate. 18+
"Fuck doll…" Chris let out a deep moan as his hard length hit the back of her throat, his hand cupping the side of her head, holding her long hair back, "Baby, stop…" Chris nearly groaned, watching as she looked up at him through her dark eyelashes, his hand reaching for her upper arm, pulling her naked frame up, "If I'm gonna come, it's gonna be inside of you…" Chris spoke as he pulled the woman close to him, effortlessly lifting the dark-haired woman with ease, her legs wrapping around his waist.
"Ohh…" Aria moaned out as Chris thrust into her dripping core in one fluid motion, "Chris…" her nails dug into the skin on his back, her head tilting back as his hot mouth attacked her neck, nipping and licking at the soft flesh.
"You're perfect." Chris groaned, "This pussy is perfect. Made for my cock." Chris thrust deep inside of her, her back arching at the depths he was reaching, "Who's this pussy belong to?" His hand wrapped around Aria's throat, forcing her to look into his eyes, "Answer me, baby."
"You…" Aria moaned out, "This pussy is yours." Aria shuttered, "Only you…" she felt her climax building, the sight of the man in front of her, naked in all his glory, sweat forming on his toned chest, his long hair dangling down, his eyes moving between hers and the area he was assaulting with pleasure, biting his bottom lip every so often, "Fuck, I'm going to come." Aria nearly growled.
"Did I say you could doll?" Chris slowed his assault, causing a whine to escape from Aria's swollen lips.
"Please…" Aria managed to plead.
"Please what?" Chris continued his slow thrusts, every so often thrusting into her hard, "Use your words angel…" he ordered, causing a shiver to run down Aria's spine.
"Please…" Aria spoke hoarsely, "Please daddy, let me come." she managed, her hands gripping at the wooden table she was laying against, "Please…"
"Fuck…" Chris moaned, his thrusts picking up at the sight of the woman below him, "Come for me gorgeous, come all over my cock…" Chris nearly ordered, watching as the woman's hands went to her large breasts, kneading the flesh and plucking at her nipples as she met his thrusts by swirling her hips, "That's it, baby, that's it…" Chris coaxed, feeling her walls start to tighten around his rock-hard length, "Jesus."
"Chris!" Aria's head shot back, her climax possessing her body, her hips moving to ride out the waves of his delicious assault, causing Chris to fall over the edge, his hands gripping her hips, "Aria, baby…" Chris growled out as he shot his hot seed deep inside of her, "Mine." Chris's heavy body fell half on her, half on the desk, still buried inside of her. Aria's chest was rising and falling quickly, coming down from her high as she tangled her fingers in his dark locks.
Aria was slightly surprised that Chris had taken her right on his desk in his office, it was unintentional. She had gotten out of the shower, Chris was no longer lingering in the bedroom, so she went in search of him, in nothing but a towel. When she heard his voice coming from a closed door, she gently knocked, walking in a moment later. "Do you need to go?" Aria had questioned once they had come down from their highs, his body covering her naked frame.
"No." Chris answered, "I cleared my schedule for the day." Chris stated, "I want to take you to a few places." Chris added.
"What am I supposed to wear?" Aria questioned with a small laugh, "I don't think it would be wise to wander around in a towel."
"Well as much as I would love it, you're right." Chris stated, "I had my housekeeper run out and get you a few things, they're on the bed." Chris added.
"Chris, that isn't necessary." Aria protested for a moment, "I could have just stopped by my place." Aria grumbled, Chris, gave her his shirt to wear across to his bedroom, leading her there by her hand. Once Aria was dressed in a pair of distressed jeans, and a plain white t-shirt, she had slipped the high heels on that she had on the night before, tying her hair into a bun at the top of her head, and they were off into the city.
"So what's this twin flame thing?" Chris questioned, his large hand on her thigh as his driver came to a red light, knowing that two of his men, Andy and Tom were behind them in a different car.
"Oh god…" Aria laughed, "Summer was saying that you and I are twin flames. So I guess what it is, one soul is split into two people." Aria found herself playing with the ring on his finger, "Summer had this whole theory, she said that I should have a tarot reading done." Aria let out a little laugh.
"Well let's do it." Chris stated causing Aria to raise a curious eyebrow, "I'm serious, I think it could be interesting."
"She did give me the address of a woman she uses for her readings." Aria pointed out, grabbing her phone from her purse, showing Chris the address to tell his driver, "But what if…" Aria paused.
"What if ?" Chris questioned.
"What if she says that I'm going to die or something?" Aria grumbled, not knowing how she felt about hearing some sort of bad news. "As long as I'm alive, you are the safest woman in this city," Chris vowed to cause Aria's cheek to blush for a moment, resting the side of her head on his shoulder as he gave her thigh a gentle squeeze. As the car pulled up in front of the shop, Chris had opened the door, holding out a hand for Aria to follow as they climbed out of the vehicle, making sure his hand was locked with hers as they approached the small building.
"You sure about this?" Aria questioned.
"I'm sure." Chris kissed the side of her head, holding the door open for her as his men followed a few feet behind.
The small building had a mystical charm to it, with pictures and paintings of the universe, different tarot cards decorating the walls, and an older woman approached, pausing for a moment. Aria did not miss the look the woman gave the couple, causing her to furrow her eyebrows as Chris led her forehead.
"Hi, we are here for a tarot reading." Chris spoke, "I'm Chris, this is my girlfriend Aria." Chris introduced them both, shaking the older woman's hand.
"Gloria." The woman smiled, "Dear, you're nervous." Gloria turned her attention to the dark-haired woman.
"A little bit." Aria confessed, "Just first time jitters." Aria added, "It's nice to meet you."
"It's nice to meet you too my dear, please follow me." Gloria walked towards the back, the couple following and stopping at a circular table.
Chris had pulled out the chair for Aria, then took a seat next to her, his hand falling to her thigh as she scoot her chair in a little, giving her a comforting squeeze.
"So, I do not want to know any sort of information before hand." Gloria instructed as she pulled out a beautifully illustrated tarot cards, "I will start with you dear." Gloria spoke looking to Aria, causing her to give the woman a nod.
The woman spoke a prayer, shuffled the cards a few times and then began to pick out cards on a whim. Aria was glued to her seat, her leg bouncing slightly, curious as to what the cards had to say.
Once Gloria was satisfied with the number of cards, she examined them for a moment before speaking, "Oh dear, you've been through it, haven't you?" Gloria gave her a soft smile, "There is a man from your past who had hurt you deeply, but this wasn't by bad luck or anything like that, it was a lesson you were supposed to learn." Gloria explained, "This man, an ex-boyfriend of yours?" Gloria questioned causing Chris to raise an eyebrow and watched as Aria gave a nod, "What you went through was for a reason, to make you stronger, to know your worth, to know what you deserve." Gloria continued, "You have a strong aura about you now, people are drawn to you, especially men, you're a healer."
"They better not be," Chris grumbled, getting a small chuckle out of Aria and Gloria both.
"Your job, you are some type of healer?" Gloria questioned.
"I'm a therapist."
"That makes sense, you are easy to open up to, that is why people are drawn to you." Gloria looked to Aria for a moment before looking back to the cards, "You recently met someone, this was the right path for you to take, it won't be an easy path, but if you believe it's worth it, it will be what is meant for you." Gloria explained and Aria knew exactly what she was talking about when it came to meeting Chris because she had been silently having doubts due to his career path.
"Is there a way to see if we are twin flames?" Chris spoke up, causing Gloria to chuckle.
"Hunny, I don't need cards to tell me the answer to that one." Gloria spoke as she shuffled the cards laying out, "The moment you both walked in here, I felt the intense energy as you pulled up." Gloria stated, "You feel a strong pull to protect her and vise versa, am I right?"
Both Chris and Aria nodded.
"When you meet the other half of your soul, there is the connection, one that can not be explained, when you are away from this person, you feel it, not just physically, but energetically too, it feels like there is something missing inside of you that you can't explain. There is this void. It feels like a dark abyss is trying to swallow you." Gloria explained, "Meeting your twin flame is not a path for the faint-hearted, it's tough, there will be challenges, there will be forces trying to pull you apart, but if you stick together, it leads to a world full of bliss." Gloria spoke, "If you don't mind, I'd like to do a past life reading, I'm being drawn to do so."
"Okay…" Aria gave a nod, Chris completely in awe of what the woman was saying.
"Just as I thought." Gloria spoke after examining the cards laid out, "Chris, you have to think things through not just go off the handle, you were a very powerful man in your past lives, which led to a lot of trouble because you thought no one could touch you." Gloria explained, "You are carrying that into this life. It needs to stop because if you don't have more self-control, you won't get the life you are after." Gloria explained, "There is an outsider, a soulmate if you will, that is willing to step up and had stepped up in previous lives with Aria, because you wouldn't just think."
"So you're saying if I don't learn to have self-control, someone is going to swoop in and steal my girl?" Chris question.
"Pretty much." Gloria spoke, "Aria is a strong woman, but the thought of you being locked up, dead, or anything like that, she won't be able to handle." Gloria continued, "The soulmate will not fill the void completely, but it will be enough for her to finish this life without you."
"Damn." Chris huffed.
"Remember, there are things that we can not always see that try to force twin flames apart, the negatives in the world try to outpower the light connections that are forming. We are meant to raise the vibrations of the earth to a higher frequency than what the negative can do, so the negative tries to stop that, no matter the cost."
"Can you give me some good news?" Chris joked trying to lighten the mood causing Gloria to laugh.
"If you heed these warnings, you will have a long happy life with the other half of your soul." Gloria spoke, her eyes shutting for a moment, "Your father, he passed away?" Gloria spoke.
"Yes." Chris answered.
"He has a few messages for you." Gloria spoke causing the dark-haired man's ears to perk up, "He said to keep a watchful eye on those you think you can trust, not everyone is on your side." Gloria spoke, the man's eyes furrowing, his body going tense for a moment, "He also said to end it. You know what to do."
Chris felt the chills on his back, taking a deep breath, slightly confused but still having a feeling of knowing what his father was speaking about. He just had to do some investigation to make sure that he was thinking the same thing.
"Thank you so much for your time," Aria spoke, knowing that whatever Gloria had said to him had caused him to get spooked. Aria watched as Chris overpaid the woman who tried to protest, "There's no sense in arguing with him, he doesn't take no easily." Aria joked as they stood at the table with Gloria following.
Chris let out a small laugh as he made his way to the door, turning to look behind him to hold the door for Aria, but noticed that Gloria was speaking into her ear lowly, to where he could not hear, causing him to furrow his eyebrows for a moment before she thanked her for her time again, and moved towards Chris.
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askstevella · 3 months
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— Taken by Steve ‘Camera Man’ 📸 Rogers
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~ A few minutes beforehand~
Steve was sitting on the edge of the bed holding up his camera, readjusting the lenses and said, “Babe you ready?”
Stella was in the closet, searching for what shoes to wear and sighs, “Uhhh in a mini fashion crisis…do I have to dress up?”
“Yes you do. You know how much I love hanging up theses Christmas pictures and sending them out with our holiday cards.”
“Why can’t it just be the kids or our dog?”
He stood up and walks over into the closet space with a smile, “Because. I want the woman who I love in at least one photo. Besides you’ll look amazing in anything.”
“You’re just saying that to get to wear this dress and these heels.” She replied with a smile, slipping on the heels she picked out.
“Maybe. Maybe not. But you are always in a solo photo, it’s tradition!”
“Says who?”
“Says the woman who brought me this camera in the first place.”
“Aww nuts! This is sorta my fault isn’t it?”
“Sorta. You brought me the camera and I just ran with it.”
“Aww dang it. It is my fault..but I ain’t complaining, since it makes you happy.”
“Very happy.”
“Too happy!”
He placed a kiss on her cheek and smiled softly, “I love you.”
“I know.” She replied with a small hint of blush on her cheeks.
“Years later and I can still make you blush.”
“Shut up! Come on picture time.”
The last thing heard was Steve’s iconic laugh as he took his wife’s hand and lead her down the stairs where he believed would be a nice place to take a few holiday pictures. Followed by Stella’s chuckling and a few words being said as she sat down on the exact steps where he told her, posing for the camera.
What are some of your simple but sweet traditions you like to do during the holiday season? 🎄
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sweetlilbambi-old · 2 years
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70’s pornstar!ari taking his bunnies on the filthiest, most obscene erotic ride they’ve ever had. (where they may or may not have filmed the most iconically depraved porno there ever will be in the industry.) ♡
note: my moodboard, but pics are either from pinterest or tumblr! as always, likes and reblogs are deeply appreciated! <3
PLEASE DO NOT RECREATE MY MOODBOARDS, I WILL KNOW! thank u!
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hertzwritings · 2 years
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The Barber boys and the bakery chapter 2
A/N: I’m trying to take care of my physical and mental health these days, and it seems like an actually IMPOSSIBLE task. Which is why I escape into this fluffy world of the Barber boys and their baker. I’m BLOWN AWAY with the response to this, and I’m glad to see you guys loving it as much as I do. Also, a GIANT I love you and thank you to @buckyshattergirl​ who pretty much co-wrote this. 
You can buy me a coffee here, and I’ll write you a personalized something – the sky is the limit, my loves!
Remember, feedback feeds the soul (min in particular) and my requests – and askbox – are always open – there’s no limits, because I am me and I have none.
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Pairing: Andy Barber x female reader
Contains: language, fluff, mentions of panic attacks, mentions of PTSD, a sliver of angst, spoilers for Defending Jacob (mostly the last two episodes)
W.C: 3.000
 The sleepover
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Andy was normally never one, who got surprised or taken aback about anything. He usually stayed on top of everything, knew the most outcomes, but Y/N had kind of invaded his life and he had no idea how anything was about to go, when she was near. Since the first time they met, she and Jacob spent a lot more time together at the bakery. After a while, Andy told Jacob that he could just bring Y/N home, because he was worried about Jacob walking home alone at night. If he was being completely honest, though, he kind of also wanted to see her. It was also nice knowing someone was around to keep an eye on Jacob, when Andy couldn’t be home. It actually added something, he hadn’t experienced in his house in a while, which was Jacob’s laughter and the smell of baked goods. The house became a home, slowly, but surely. One thing was a new house, but even in the old house with Laurie, it didn’t feel like this. Happy.
Which is why he wasn’t surprised to see her shoes – covered in flour, of course – in the hallway, when he came home from work and toed his own shoes off, before letting his bag fall to the ground. What he didn’t expect, though, was the loud noises coming from the living room – it sounded like a mix of singing and two cats dying. He frowned and walked towards the sound, and – though it shouldn’t surprise him – found Y/N and Jacob standing across from each other, screaming out the song that played in the background. At further inspection, he saw that it was a movie, not a song, and before he had time to figure what movie, they both began singing (dying?) again.
“YOU” Jacob screamed. “ME, we’re FACE TO FACE BUT WE…” Y/N gestured wildly. “DON’T SEE EYE TO EEEEEEEYEE!” Jacob jumped on the spot, before continuing. “WE’RE LIKE FIRE AND RAAAAIN!” Y/N screamed. “FIRE AND RAAAAIN!” Jacob was in his feelings, clearly, because he was on his knees now. “YOU REALLY DRIVE ME INSAAAN… Oh, Hi, Andy.” Y/N stopped singing and waved, and Jacob paused the movie before standing up and waving at Andy. “Hi, dad.” “Hi, kiddo and hi, Y/N. What’re you guys up to?” He asked, slipping his jacket off. Y/N’s eyes lingered on his arms for a moment. “We’re doing a duet. Clearly.” Jacob said with a grin. “Oh, that’s what that was? I could’ve sworn it was a catfight.” Y/N gasped. “Heathen. We sounded amazing.” Andy raised his eyebrows at her. “What, uh… Have you guys had anything to eat yet?” He asked, rubbing his neck – he tried very hard not to stare at Y/N, who wore a gorgeous green dress, that let him see a lot more cleavage (and tattoos) than he had expected. He shouldn’t be looking, but it was kind of hard to tear his eyes away, when all he could think about was tracing her tattoos with his tongue. What on earth was happening to him? Jacob’s eyes moved back and forth between Andy and Y/N, before he scoffed and pointed at Y/N. “Disrespectfully, dad, Y/N is here.” Y/N laughed a little at that and pointed to the kitchen. “I accidentally made enough pasta to feed a small army.” It wouldn’t be the first time. Andy had come home after a late night at the office and found that Y/N and Jacob had made pizza, which was just about enough to last them for a month (“Dad, we needed to make all of them, how else were we going to get all the toppings on there?”), and the time before that, she made lasagna. There were still two full lasagnas in the freezer as they spoke. “A large army.” Jacob interjected, and Y/N playfully rolled her eyes at him. “Yeah, yeah, I’m used to cooking for one, sorry if my pasta-proportions are a little off.” “By like… A lot.” Jacob grinned and looked at his phone. “Oh, I’m headed up. We’re playing Resident Evil.” “Who’s we and what’s Resident Evil?” Andy asked, slightly confused. Jacob rolled his eyes. “You’re seriously too old for your own good. We are Derek, me, Ashleigh, Hope and Sam. And I’m not even going to try to explain the beauty of Resident Evil.” And with that, Jacob turned on his heel and went up the stairs to his room. Andy laughed a little and his heart skipped a beat, when he saw how Y/N looked up at the stairs, her eyes soft and a sweet smile on her lips. She turned to him. “Teenagers, right?” He nodded. “Are you hungry?” She asked and smiled at him – it kickstarted his entire system. How a smile could make him feel like this, he didn’t understand. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, I could eat.” “Well, come along then, Hotshot.” She laughed and led the way to the kitchen, where she began heating up the dinner – it smelled amazing, and he couldn’t help but admire her as she stood in his kitchen, an array of very inappropriate thoughts running through his mind. How she would look bent over the breakfast-bar. How she belonged here. He pulled himself out of his head when she spoke again.
  “I think Jake might need a therapist.” She said softly. He frowned. “Huh?” He already asked Jacob if he wanted to go to therapy to deal with everything that had happened, but Jacob had responded with “If Imma be sad, Imma do it with pizzaz”, and they kind of left it at that. She piled a bunch of pasta onto a plate and handed it to him, before she opened a wine next to her like it was second nature to her to give him a glass of wine – his favorite, he realized. She placed the glass next to his plate and poured herself some too, before she sat down in front of him, biting her lip. “I know…” She paused and took a sip. He followed her, allowing the wine to calm his nerves a little. “I know Jake’s been dealing in his own way.” “With pizzaz, if I recall.” He said softly, jabbing his fork into the pasta. He liked the pride on her face, whenever he ate something, she made. “Yeah, with pizzaz. I think…” She sighed. “Listen, I know I’m not really in a position to say anything about this, but lately… He’s been off. I don’t know why, maybe we’re nearing the anniversary of something…” She looked pointedly at Andy, who swallowed thickly.
Truth was, they were nearing the anniversary of that fucking day. The day, where Laurie drove the car into the side of a bridge, hysterically asking Jacob if he killed Ben, and it left a lot of marks on Jacob. Not physical, but Andy knew his son, and he knew that Jacob was dealing. Not well, but he was trying. “All I’m saying is that maybe he’d do good with a few sessions. I know a few great therapists, that specializes in trauma in young adults and PTSD. I can give you their numbers, if you want them.” He sighed and rubbed his forehead. “Listen, Y/N, I appreciate you trying here, I really do, but…” “I get it. Not my circus, not my monkeys, right?” She narrowed her eyes at him, and he saw a sliver of the same fire, she had in her eyes the day he met her. “Listen to me, Andrew…” He almost lurched back in his chair. Oh, she was scary when she was like this – and it was the first time, she’d ever used his full name and not just called him Hotshot or Andy. “That kid? He’s the single most amazing kid, I’ve ever met. He’s kind, he has the biggest heart, he has a hell of a lot more understanding of the world and the people in it, than anybody who’s been through what he has, should. He is doing his best to hide the fact, that he’s terrified, feels alone and scared, because he doesn’t want to burden you with it. I’m telling you right now, that kid would walk through hell and back if it meant keeping you happy.” “I am…” “I’m not done.” She cut him off and took a sip of her wine. “He doesn’t want to talk about what happened, but I read the news when the trial started. I know what he went through, although I’m pretty sure there’s way more to the story than he’s been willing to let on. I also know that he cannot bear this alone, Andy. He needs help.” She leaned back in her chair and her eyes softened. “I know you think you’re helping him by not talking about it, but you’re not. I… he loves you so much, that little shit, but you’re both knuckleheads, that won’t talk about your feelings.” Andy was reeling. Was he hurting Jacob by not forcing him into therapy?
  “I don’t want to force him.” “You don’t need to. You need to be honest with him, tell him you know he’s dealing with a lot, and you want to help, but you understand why he doesn’t want to talk to you about it. That it’s okay to admit you’re not okay, because it is.” He sighed and he almost had a heart attack when her hand softly laid on top of his. How was she so warm? He was quiet for a moment, before he turned his hand and held onto hers tightly. “My ex-wife is…” He said slowly. “She, uh… She tried to kill Jacob.” “Excuse the fuck you me?” Y/N was seething. “It was the nail in the coffin. Laurie had been… We were creatures of habit, I suppose, that’s why the marriage lasted so long. I was already considering leaving, and then she drove the car into the side of a bridge with Jacob in it. They got away both relatively unscathed, but…” “I’m going to murder her. You’re a good defense attorney, right?” He smiled a little. “I don’t think I can defend you if you’ve made your intentions on murder clear.” “Damn.” She sighed. “I know he needs help; I know he bottles up… I just have no fucking clue how to reach him, Y/N.” “I’m telling you, if you would just talk to him…” She stopped talking and her eyes narrowed, looking up the stairs. “What?” He asked when her hand slipped out from his. “Something’s wrong.” She said simply, before she stood up from the table and ascended the stairs with wide strides. He frowned. How could something be wrong? He listened for a second and realized that the sounds of chatter had stopped completely from Jacob’s room. In the same second, he stood up himself and moved to go up the stairs himself, Y/N appeared again, but carrying Jacob. At first, Andy was mostly surprised at the fact that Y/N was strong enough to carry a 15-year-old who was just as tall as she was, but then he saw her face, and the way Jacob had buried his face in her shoulder.
“Can you get me ice-water, Andy?” She asked frantically. He nodded and quickly poured ice and water into a cup for her. She gently moved to the living room, where she sat down on the couch with Jacob still clinging to her frame. His shoulders were shaking. “What’s going on?” He asked, handing her the ice water. “Panic attack, I think.” She mumbled, her free hand carding through Jacob’s hair. “Listen, I need you to do two things, okay?” He nodded, his eyes on Jacob. He looked so damn small and frail in this moment. “Yeah, I…” He wanted to take over, but he was frozen. His hands felt cold. “Andrew, look at me, please.” His eyes snapped to hers. She smiled softly. “He’s going to be okay. I got him here, we’re good. Just listen to me, it’ll help him, okay?” He nodded. “Good. I need you to go get the stuffed bunny in his room.” “The stuffed… He threw that out.” She shook her head, dipping her fingers in the ice water and gently moving her cold fingers over his face. “No, he put it in his closet. Go get that for me, okay?” “Okay, yeah.” He ran. When he got to Jacob’s room, he barely had time to think over the picture, he saw on his nightstand, and went straight to the closet, searching for the bunny. He found it, and when he turned again, he saw the picture again. His heart skipped a beat, but he didn’t have time to dwell on it, and rushed down the stairs. He heard her voice before he saw them again. “Hey, Jake, you’re okay. You’re safe, okay? Just focus on the way, I’m breathing. Breathe with me, baby. You’re okay, I’m here. Your dad is here.” Andy swallowed the lump in his throat and ran to the living room, handing her the bunny. “Thank you.” Her voice was leveled, calm and soothing, and she slowly pried Jacob’s hand from her shoulder and put the bunny in it – he instantly began rubbing the matted “fur”, and it seemed to soothe him, because after a few seconds, he lifted his head from her shoulder and exhaled a shaky breath. “Good, Jake. You’re doing great. Andy, come here.” She patted the space next to her, and Andy didn’t hesitate. He sat down, wrapped an arm around her shoulders to card his fingers through Jacob’s hair, and Jacob stretched his legs out to rest on Andy’s legs. He moved his free hand to his legs, gently rubbing circles on it. “Why did you want the bunny?” He asked softly. She smiled. “Uh, textured objects like this can help ground a person having panic attacks.” He nodded. “Oh.” He looked at her. She exhaled, and Andy saw the fear in her eyes; he knew it all too well, because he felt the exact same way. “What’s the other thing, you needed me to do?” “This.” She replied. He nodded and they stayed like that for what felt like forever, silence enveloping all three of them. Despite the reason why, they were sitting like this, Harry’s House playing softly in the background (Y/N must’ve put it on at some point), he couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude towards the younger woman next to him, while also feeling something akin to… Well, he didn’t know. She felt like home, and it looked way too natural for her to sit with Jacob like this. She could be his mother, if he didn’t know them. The thought passed him as quickly as it left him, but it left a wide crater in him, because he realized that maybe he wished that she was. That he had met her, not Laurie, and had a life with song and too much food and a happy Jacob, if she was in it. Fuck.
“You want to talk about it, bubba?” She asked, when Jacob’s breathing had evened out. She bit his lip and looked to Andy, who smiled comforting. “You can say anything, Jacob. You know that.” Jacob nodded, and his fingers played with the ear of the bunny. “The game…” Jacob began, and Andy almost cried – his voice was so small, like he was embarrassed. “There was a car-crash in it. I just… Couldn’t.” Andy saw her eyes flare. “Hey, that’s okay. You’ve gone through something bad, Jacob. You can’t always control when or if these things happen.” He said, squeezing Jacob’s leg. “Listen, I think…” Jacob nodded. “I need therapy, huh?” Both Andy and Y/N nodded. “Maybe it would be good. Maybe.” Jacob said, and Y/N stroked his hair. “Jake, there’s nothing wrong with needing help to sort out your feelings. It doesn’t make you wrong.” “Y/N?” he looked up at her with big eyes. “Yeah, bubba?” “Can you stay? Like… For the night?” She looked to Andy, who nodded once. “Yeah, of course. Anything you need, Jake.” He sighed in relief and slowly got up from her lap. He suddenly looked so much younger than his 15 years. “Thanks. Dad, uh…” “I’m coming.” He stood up too, and led Jacob up the stairs, looking at Y/N. “I’ll be right back.” “Take your time.”
He helped Jacob get ready for bed and tucked him in just like he did when he was younger. It brought a strange sense of comfort to them both. “Are you okay, buddy?” Jacob nodded, hugging the bunny to his chest. “I think I just… I don’t know.” “That’s okay.” Andy kissed his forehead. “Listen, I think that we might need something else than just therapy.” “Like Y/N staying here for the rest of my life?” Andy chuckled. “I don’t know if she’d want that, buddy.” Jacob scoffed. “You’re both idiots.” “I’m going to ignore that, bud.” Andy sighed. “How about this weekend… We’ll go to the shelter, huh? Look at a dog or something?” Jacob’s eyes lit up. “What? I thought you didn’t like dogs!” Andy thought about it – he thought he didn’t. but whenever he said the words, I don’t like dogs, and I don’t want one in the house, it was Laurie’s voice echoing. “I do. I thought I didn’t, but I do.” Jacob grinned widely. “Also…” Andy grabbed the picture frame from his nightstand and held the picture out to Jacob, who blushed. “What’s this about, Jacob?” Jacob shrugged. “She fits better.” He simply said.
Andy couldn’t deny that. The family picture from a vacation in Mexico, where he, Laurie and Jacob held each other, was as he remembered it; except the fact that Laurie’s face had been covered with a cut-out polaroid of Y/N smiling widely. She did fit in better.
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bluemusickid · 2 years
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CE character: my husband, Andy "Huge Weiner" Barber x PlusSize!Fem!Character
Warnings for the stuff undercut: sex, p in v, mutual masturbation, 18+ smut.
A/N: It's day 1 of ovulation and oh god am I feral. Bet my pussy is raw af after the intense rubbing its been getting.
Sometimes I wish I had a sex doll ;_;
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All I can think is how AMAZING it would be to get railed by Andy Barber. Imagine working for him and secretely dating him, but you can't stop thinking about him and his wonderful mouth, fingers, cock...
Finally when you can't control it, and you're sure you've soaked your panties, you walk to him; your feet wobbling with erotic anticipation. Knocking on his door, you open it to see him on his laptop, typing away intently as he absent-mindedly loosens his tie, a frown marring his otherwise perfect face.
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Your breath hitches. How can he turn you on with a simple gesture like that? Locking the door behind you, you turn to face him, as you see him chewing on his bottom lip, clearly engrossed with his paperwork to ignore you like that. You whimper as you make your way to him. You needed him STAT. There was a fire in your belly, a beast which only he could tame.
"Andy." You whisper, your voice breathy with lust.
He looks up, perplexed by your tone. He hadn't expected to see you here, especially since you had an upcoming case that you had been prepping for day and night.
"Hey sweetheart. Is everything ok?" He asks, pushing his chair back. You groan inwardly. Those thick thighs spread apart...UGHH. It made your mouth water, mind whirring with possibilities. You make your way to his desk silently, dropping to your knees, taking your place between his legs. His frown deepens, not really catching onto your actions.
"I need you. Here, now. Hard." You murmur, running your hands ever so slightly over his wonderful thighs. You place soft kisses on them over the fabric of his pants, the heat dissipating through them adding to your ever growing lust.
When you look up to gaze at him, you see his eyes darken, his hands moving to cover yours.
"The door-"
"-is locked."
He gazes at you for a beat, before undoing his belt and zipper. You go to take him out, but he stops you.
"No."
You frown, cocking your head at his denial. What was he upto?
"Show me. Show me how much you need me." He says, as he takes himself in hand, stroking his member with slow, deliberate strokes.
You gulp, sitting down on the floor as you open your legs for him to see your drenched panties. He sharply inhales, gruffly muttering, "Wider."
You pant, widening your legs as you circle your engorged nub through your underwear; the coarse lace adding to your already overheated state.
There are no words spoken; just the silence in the room broken by both of your laboured breathing. You can feel yourself nearing your climax, but you hold off. The only way you're gonna cum is on this gorgeous man's cock.
"Enough." He growls, as he gets off his chair, kneeling in front of you, his face a mere centimeter away from your core. You inhale sharply, as you feel him softly bite you through the thin scrap of material.
"Oh yeah, I can see her soaking for me, sweetheart. I'll give you what you want." He muttered as he roughly pulls off your panties, the cool air of the room hitting your overheated core.
He pulls your legs apart wider, to the point where they are completely pulled apart. He holds them in place with his knees, grinning wickedly as he sees the realisation dawn on your face. This man was going to ruin you-and he was gonna do it in the office, knowing that you couldn't make a noise. The bastard.
"I hope you can keep quiet sweetheart, because I know how much you like to scream my name." With that, he enters you in a swift move, relishing the feel of your warm, wet walls around him. After a few moments inside, he lets go. Setting a relentless pace, he practically pounds you into the floor; all the while pinning your arms to your side with your fingers intertwined and legs spread-eagled.
You jolt your head from side to side, unable to contain your whimpers. Your thighs were shaking from effort; you needed respite from his merciless pace, his relentless rhythm.
You silently beg, "please please please", praying for him to let you close your legs; but he wouldn't budge. He quickens his pace, bringing you closer to your peak; but then slows down and even stops, keeping you at the brink but not letting you fall into the ravine. You nearly screamed in frustration. Why was he doing this? Why was he prolonging the delicious torture?
He takes pity on you, perhaps, and lowers his tie into your mouth; effectively gagging you.
"As much as I love hearing those sweet sounds, I wouldn't want us to get in trouble."
With that, he resumes his punishing pace, keeping you pinned down. Tears stream down your face as the heat swirling in your belly makes its way to your core, your thighs beginning to shake again.
Leaning down, he kisses your tears away, muttering mid-pant, "take it. Take it all. I know you can, sweetheart. Feel me."
And you do. Because this is what you wanted. This is what you needed.
He takes his knees off your legs, holding them up to keep your hips in the air, the changed angle hitting all your sensitive spots. You're sure you'll not be able to walk after these gymnastics wreaking havoc on your body; both inside and outside.
You feel yourself hurtling towards completion, as is he; you hear him mutter through gritted teeth. A thrust has you seeing stars as you reach your peak, finally reaching completion and giving your screaming nerve endings their respite.
He follows you, his hot spend coating your walls as he shunts into you, making sure not even a drop is wasted. He collapses on you, careful not to squash you as he leaves soft kisses on your hair, his hands softly stroking your waist.
"Day after your period?" He drawls lazily, drawing patterns on your skin.
You turn your head to him, nodding and grinning.
He smiles lazily, "I'll go home and get the bath ready and order us a pizza."
You sigh happily, snuggling into him. This man knows you too well.
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Man oh man, this is the first thing i've published in a long time. Let's hope y'all like it as much as I did. 🥰
Yes day 2 of ovulation is pretty much the same lol.
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iamsofabulous · 2 years
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ari levinson and his extremely spoiled gf
reblogs are appreciated! feel free to use this as inspo for your fics! <3
requests are open! ୨୧
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k-evans-reads · 11 months
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In Living Color
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Chapter 21
Summary: When Natalie Marton, lead character designer for Buzz Lightyear, meets the voice of Buzz, Chris Evans, the sparks are undeniable. But when their work pushes them away from each other, both physically and emotionally, will the sheer differences between their worlds be enough to force them apart?
Pairing: Chris Evans x Pixar Animator OFC Natalie Marton
Word Count: 4,358
By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour
We do NOT give permission for our works to be reuploaded, translated, or reposted on any other site. Our work is our own.
Warnings: None.
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April 2022
Nat balanced the phone between her shoulder and ear as she put a dish in the oven, shutting the door as she turned on the timer. “So have you given work an answer about the promotion yet?” Her father asked, his voice a calming wave over her as she cooked dinner. 
“Not yet but I have to by Monday,” she replied, biting her lower lip as she watched the timer count down on the small screen. She had a lot going on, a running to-do list in her mind – and on her phone, her computer, and the back of her hand – but at the top of it right now, was the man on his way from the private airfield nearby. “I was going to talk to Chris about it last weekend when I went to his sister’s wedding but obviously that didn’t happen. I tried to talk to him a few times this week but he didn’t have time but he’s in town this weekend for his friend’s bachelor party, and he’s coming over soon so I’ll talk to him then.” 
Eric made a small sound at those words, assuring her, “I’m sure he’ll be so excited for you.” 
“I hope so,” she sighed, frowning as she stared down at the stove top in front of her. She ignored the messy remnants of the previous week’s cooking, the messy kitchen sink, and the billowing work bag strewn across the kitchen table, scrutinizing herself and Chris rather than the chaos surrounding her. 
“You don’t sound so sure…” 
She sighed again, tilting her head back as she stared up at the ceiling above her. “Chris has just been so unhappy about my hours and work lately that I’m afraid when he hears the word ‘promotion’ he’s just instantly going to be against it,” she admitted to Eric. It’d been a build up that hadn’t gone unnoticed by Nat, starting in January. She and Chris had discussed her schedule while in Washington for New Year’s, but since then, something had shifted between them. She’d long attributed it to the distance really being back in full-throttle for the first time in several months, with Chris across the country working long days on set while she worked long days in Burbank. But as plans were changed, canceled, and argued over, she recognized that the distance she felt wasn’t the physical distance, but their minds. They were in different places, focusing on different things, and life just felt as if Chris was suddenly not the companion he once was to her. 
He sighed on the other end of the call, and the noise made Nat feel as though he was sitting right behind her in the kitchen, watching as she cooked. “Just remember to make the right decision for you, Nattie. You’ve worked for this for so long and I don’t want to see you give up what you want for a guy,” he encouraged, his voice firm and proud. “I saw you hold firm to who you were through everything with Shane and I was so proud of you for that.” 
“Thanks dad, that means a lot to me,” she spoke honestly, but her mind was racing as she moved around the open apartment to sit on the small sofa. As she folded her legs next to her, she added, “I hope I’m just worrying over nothing. Hopefully Chris will see that this will have me working less in the long run and is a good decision for us. It’s been so hard lately with Chris being gone and then he told me before I went to Atlanta that he signed onto another project for the fall and winter so it’ll be nice I’ll have more flexibility to visit him by then.” 
“Yeah,” Eric told her quietly, his voice sounding distant suddenly. 
“Dad? What are you thinking?” 
“What? Why do you say that?” 
“Because I know you and I know that ‘yeah’ meant you’re thinking something,” she insisted, rolling her eyes to herself as she leaned back against the soft cushions of the couch. 
Eric sighed, the action sounding almost frustrated while he delicately began, “Nattie, honey you know how much I love you. And you know how much I love Chris and how happy he makes you.” 
“But…” She trailed off, practically able to hear the argument coming from her father. 
“I just can’t help but wonder why he’s the one complaining about your hours but then is also the one signing onto new projects,” Eric hurriedly confessed. He knew some details of what’d happened between Chris and Nat lately, but she wouldn’t be surprised if he had heard more from either of her sisters. She mulled over his words, seeing the validity in them, that Chris was the one disrupting her schedule when it was convenient for him. “I’m not saying that he shouldn’t be doing what he loves but it seems like from what you’re telling me that you’re the one making more of the decisions for your relationship and he’s still kind of doing what he wants.” 
“...I think some of it is just that he’s worried about me working a lot but I do think that a part of that might be true,” she admitted slowly and carefully, choosing her words deliberately. “But I’m not just making this choice for our relationship, I want this promotion too. I want what it could offer me and that it can help me keep moving up.” 
The familiar, comforting sideways smile of Eric’s was evident in his voice when he assured his youngest, “Then I think it’s as simple as that, Nattie. If you want to do it, then I think you should do it, plain and simple.” 
“I want to do it,” she decided, her voice clear and steady. 
“And I’m so proud of you Nattie. I remember filling out those forms for art school and just knowing that you’d go on to do incredible things, and you have,” Eric told her, his voice thick with emotion as tears threatened to spring from Nat’s eyes. “I wish your mom could be here to see it, but I’m proud enough for the both of us.” 
“Thanks dad, it means a lot to me,” she murmured, but as her phone chimed with a text and she pulled it away from her ear to momentarily read it, she told him, “Hey Chris just texted me and said he’s on his way up, but I’ll call you tomorrow.” 
With her father’s praise rattling around Nat’s mind and Chris’ impending arrival looming, she listened to the sounds around her. The gentle humming of the oven as it ran, the rattling of the air conditioner outside her unit, the chirping birds, the occasional honking horn from the road outside, and eventually, the sound of a familiar set of footsteps approaching her unit, until finally – the sound of a set of keys unlocking her door. 
It didn’t take long for Chris to cross the room and have his arms around her, holding her tight against his chest as their lips pressed together passionately. Although there were so many things lingering around them and swirling inside of Nat, it still always felt so good when she was with him. Somehow things just felt a little less chaotic when they were together, but she just only hoped that it stayed that way once she told him the things he didn’t know yet. 
Nat let him pull her onto the couch, her legs in his lap and his hand rubbing along her thigh as they caught up, sharing so many of the things they hadn’t had time or space to. But even as they talked, eventually moving to the table to eat together, that gnawing feeling showed up inside her as the inevitable loomed and soon enough, Nat just couldn’t take it anymore. 
“Chris, there’s something I wanted to talk to you about,” she finally told him, her fork rattling as she dropped it against her plate. 
His brows rose and fell quickly as he wiped his face with a napkin, murmuring, “That doesn’t sound too good.” 
“No, no, it’s good but I just wanted to be able to tell you before you go back to Atlanta tomorrow,” she assured him, but was unable to help herself from tapping her foot anxiously against the floor. 
“What is it, baby?” He asked, nodding his head encouragingly as curiosity took hold. 
“Last week I had a meeting with the department head of animation,” she began, pausing to note the miniscule changes in his expression, knowing he had a horrible poker face. “And he was telling me that they’ve been really impressed with all of my designs that I did for Lightyear and that they thought I did a good job as the lead character designer for it.” 
His jaw dropped a bit as he shook his head, a sideways smirk on his lips while he assured her, “That doesn’t surprise me at all. You’re so fuckin’ talented Nattie.” 
“Well that wasn’t all he wanted to tell me…you know how I’m the lead designer for Disgust on Inside Out 2?” She paused, smiling a little as Chris immediately nodded in acknowledgement. “He told me that they want me to move to overseeing the development of all the characters in the film.” 
“Seriously?” Chris asked, pausing himself before he delicately asked,  “… is that what you want to do? I mean, what exactly would that job look like?” 
She took a long sip from her water glass, her foot still tapping nervously as she explained, “I wouldn’t be really designing the characters myself anymore and doing the day to day type stuff but instead I’d be the person that the leads report to and I’d kind of give them feedback and make sure all the designs are fitting in the mold of the movie and everything.” 
“So you wouldn’t be designing yourself?” His voice quietly asked.
“Well, not really,” she answered, shrugging her shoulders as she nervously pulled her long-sleeved tee over her hands. “It’s overseeing more.” 
“Do you want to do that, Nattie?” 
She nodded, her gaze breaking away from him as she stared past him into the hallway. “It’s a huge promotion, like honestly it’s kind of unbelievable that they offered it to me,” she shook her head, adding on, “I’d be moving up the ladder and switching over to Pixar.” 
His brows furrowed in confusion and he tilted his head, clarifying, “So wait, you wouldn’t be at Disney Animation anymore?”
She took a deep breath as the other aspect was finally brought up, informing him, “No, I’d be going to Pixar since all the leads are at their headquarters in San Francisco.” San Francisco had always been in the back of her mind, especially with how often Jamie went back and forth for meetings and events, but especially as of late. She’d kind of reached her peak for growth at Disney Animation, having a much smaller-scale Pixar team here as compared to in the Bay Area. It was the natural progression, not only for her specifically, but for nearly anyone involved with the company. 
Chris leaned back in his chair, his lips pursed as he unhappily concluded, “So you’d have to move if you took the job.” 
“...You don’t sound like you’re very happy about this,” she replied, her brows furrowed and a deep frown on her lips as she stared over at him. She thought he’d be thrilled. She didn’t see why it mattered to him whether or not she was in Los Angeles anymore, especially given how little he’d been in the city for any reason that wasn’t to see her in the past year. A few meetings happened, sure, but if he was in Massachusetts, Georgia, or anywhere else, what difference would it make that she wasn’t in this city? 
“I’m just surprised I guess. I wasn’t expecting you to say this,” he shrugged, his voice clipped and frustrated, causing Nat to sigh exasperatedly. 
“It’s a huge step in my career that I think it’d be stupid not to take this,” she explained with a shake of her head as she dropped her napkin on her plate. “This is making a career out of art.” 
“Haven’t you done that already though?” 
“But now I’m the one in charge of it though. I’m overseeing all of it,” she explained, her hands moving wildly as she attempted to explain the entire picture to him. 
“Nattie this just… doesn’t seem like what you wanted before. You love being able to actually create the characters and now you won’t get to do that,” he dismissed her enthusiasm, running a hand through his hair as he shook his head. “I don’t really get where you wanting this is coming from.” 
“You’re the one who’s always complaining about my hours and wanting me to work less so I thought you’d be happy about this,” she pointed out, biting her lip as she huffed out a breath. “I wanted to do this for us.” 
“I just am shocked, I guess,” he shrugged, eyes looking away and around the apartment as he thought. “But we can think it through and talk about it to see what’s best for us, I’m sure you don’t have to give them an answer immediately, right?” 
“I have to decide by Monday and I want to say yes,” she told him, knowing the date Jamie and the other heads had given her. Her mind had been racing ever since, but she knew in her heart what she wanted, and it was to prove her worth beyond the small impacts she’d made, to take the logical next step so that in the long run, they’d get more time together to do the things she knew they’d both craved and dreamed of. “They want me to move up to San Francisco soon if I say yes.” 
Chris scoffed as he shook his head, his voice dripping with near-sarcasm as he told her, “So basically what you’re saying is that it doesn’t matter what I want because you’re going to say yes anyway.” 
“That’s not what I said and you know it,” she told him firmly, her voice wavering slightly as she watched the way he reacted. “I was going to talk to you about this last weekend but I got sick. That wasn’t my fault, Chris.” 
Nat watched as Chris abruptly pushed his chair back, a horrible screech from the wooden chair scraping against the floor, before he stood up, walking a few long strides away as he ran a hand through his hair anxiously before turning around and blurted out in a sharp tone,“So you’ve known about this for a week and just didn’t want to tell me,” 
While tossing her napkin on the table, Nat stood up and insisted, “I tried to tell you this week and you were too busy to talk to me!” 
“I was filming!” His blue eyes were wide as he threw both hands up in the air. 
“I told you that I wanted to talk and you didn’t make time for it! What was I supposed to do?” 
“You could have fuckin’ told me it was about your job!” Chris’ six foot frame suddenly seemed so much taller and the space between them feeling so much farther as he shot back, “I kind of would like to fucking know when you make decisions that alter your life and mine by the way.” 
But with this explosion of emotions, Nat couldn’t help but wonder if the selfish side of him was just annoyed that it would affect him and that their relationship would take a lot more work now than it had before. Her hands came to her hips as she fired back at him, “Are you just pissed because I’m going to have to move?” 
With a scoff and his head turning away for a long moment, shaking it back and forth before he loosely waved his hand, struggling to find the words before his voice came back a bit softer than it was before, “I thought we were getting closer, Nattie. I thought that we were really serious here and now I feel like you just threw it all in my face!” 
“I thought you’d be happy for me but I guess that’s too much to ask,” Nat felt her anger rising. As much as it hurt to hear his push back to her news, it almost hurt feeling the same sort of rejection and unimportance as she had before, telling Chris, “This is exactly what happened with Shane. He pretended like he cared about my career until it didn’t suit him and then he wanted me to drop everything that I’d worked for to go be with him and now you’re doing exactly the same thing!” 
“What the fuck, Nattie!” He exploded, blue eyes growing wide as his voice boomed. “I don’t give a fuck where you live! I don’t want you to drop everything for me but this just isn’t you! I don’t fucking know why you’re uprooting your life to go do a job you don’t want!”
Nat shook her head, curls bouncing wildly and she leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed over her chest as she retorted, “Oh it’s nice to know that you know what I want more than I do now.” 
“When have you ever wanted to be a fucking mananger, Nat? What part of that is you?” Chris insisted as he leaned his upper body toward her, a hand held in the air like a question mark. 
She pointed a finger at her chest, loudly reminding him,“The part that has busted my ass for over a decade working to make art my career.” 
“And you have! You’re doing what you love so why do you want to do this now? Why do you want to be a manager and not design things yourself and move away from Mark and Jamie and all your friends here?” 
“Because this is a huge deal! You have no idea what this promotion could do for me!” 
“Like what? What could it do?” He wanted to know, eyebrow cocked as he stood up fully upright, his arms crossing over his chest mirroring her position. 
But Nat wasn’t going to let him bulldoze her and answered his patronizing question, “It could let me keep moving up. It can open doors for me to keep progressing in my career!” 
“What the fuck does that even mean? So you can go sit in some office and make sure everyone is doing their job? Nat, you’re the one creating things, not the one making sure they’re getting done,” he argued.“Why is your end goal moving up the ladder?” 
“Because that’s something most artists never get. Most artists don’t ever get to do this, especially people like me and I can’t throw this away,” she was firm in her statement. 
There was a long silence between them, both staring at one another with a harsh gaze. Nat stayed in her place, arms crossed defensively as she watched him take a long breath before turning his back to her, walking over to the other end of her apartment as he looked out the window for a long moment before coming back to his previous position right in front of her. She watched as he rested a hand on his hip, the other running through his short hair and his tone was softer as he brought his blue eyes to meet hers, “Look, I don’t know what the fuck is going on but this isn’t you, Nattie. You’re an artist and a damn good one and now suddenly you decide to take this promotion immediately and basically become a manager?” 
“I’m still an artist but it’s time to grow up,” Nat’s answer was simple, emphasized with a soft shrug. “I’ll still be creative but now I'm just overseeing it instead of doing it myself.” 
“But doing it yourself is what you love!” He insisted, both hands held out as he rationalized, “I thought you were wanting to do your own art and make more time for that and now suddenly you’re moving and doing this?” 
“This is the career everyone wants. Everyone wants to move up,” she struggled to understand how he couldn’t see this. He couldn’t seem to understand that not every creative had the opportunities he did and had an upward trajectory. Chris didn’t understand what it was like to struggle to make it in the creative world and how much this promotion validated that all her hard work had paid off so she decided to put it plainly for him by telling him, “This is the dream.” 
But Chris just shook his head, eyes flickering down for a minute before clarifying, “No, it’s not your dream.” 
“And since when are you an expert on my dreams?” 
“Since I fell in love with you and got to know who you are,” Chris reminded her that she wasn’t alone on all of this, but any softness that was there seem to get ripped away when he sarcastically scoffed, “Seriously, what is this? Is this little Nattie trying to follow in her big sister’s footsteps and prove she’s successful like they are? Or are you just trying to run away from what you really want?” 
“This is what I want!” Nat yelled, not knowing a more simple way to get it through his thick skull. 
“So what the fuck was all of that shit after your art show about wanting to create for yourself? You told me that you wanted to slow down and focus on the things in your life that made you happy and that you didn’t want to get caught up in what society deemed as being successful and now here you are doing exactly that!” Chris’ tone rose to match hers before asking with his left eyebrow raised, “Or was that just a bunch of bullshit you fed me because that’s what you thought I wanted to hear?” 
But Nat just couldn’t understand how no matter what she said, no matter what she told him that she was feeling, it was met with an argument and could only arrive at the conclusion, “I feel like you just don’t want me to succeed!” 
“You’re right, I don’t want you to succeed at things you don’t give a shit about! I want to see you succeed at the things you actually want in life!” Chris insisted, his whole body filled with tension as his low voice scoffed, “I thought that our relationship was one of them.” 
Nat wasn’t about to let him put everything on her though. She had supported him in so many things along their relationship and didn’t understand why he couldn’t do the same for her now. She knew how unfair he was being and questioned,“Why does getting a promotion and moving mean I don’t want our relationship to succeed? You took on two more projects for this year that put us on separate coasts and the only thing I did was cheer you on and now when I have an opportunity you just shoot it down and try to convince me that I don’t want it!” 
“Sorry for trying to fucking make sure you’re doing what’s best for you Nattie!” 
“Why do you always assume you know the right answer to everything?!” She shouted, not understanding how he felt he held the magic answers to everyone’s life and reminded Chris, “I can figure things out on my own!” 
“I thought that we’d make decisions together!” Chris emphasized, drawing out his words in a way that made Nat scoff as she rolled her eyes. 
She pointed a single finger towards Chris as her hand nearly shook with the emotions coursing through her system. “Oh like when you signed onto your extra projects without talking to me first? Was that a decision we made together? Or does that together shit only apply to my decisions because you want control of them?” She scoffed, laughing bitterly as she shook her head. 
His hands flailed at his sides before he extended them fully, waving them as he insisted, “I’m not trying to control you!” 
“Yes you are!” 
“Fine, then fucking go to San Francisco. Go fucking live your ‘dream’ that is the exact opposite of what you’ve told me you wanted but this isn’t my Nattie. This isn’t the Nat that I fell in love with,” he ground out, his body tense as his voice quietly – but increasingly angrily – sent warning signals to her, but Nat was too angry with his hypocrisy to pay them any mind. 
“So just because I made a decision you didn’t like, suddenly I’m not the same person?” She asked, pausing to let Chris try to plead his case one last time. But when the man standing across the room from her fell completely silent for the first time since dinner had begun. She scoffed at how little he tried to push back before she concluded, “You’re just like Shane. This is exactly what happened with him!” 
“Don’t fucking do that Nat. Don’t compare me to that dickhead,” Chris instantly rebutted, his face bright red. “I’m trying to help you!” 
“No, you’re just trying to tell me what to do!”
“No, I care about you Nat!” 
A heavy silence fell between them, anger flushing both of their faces as they stared each other down harshly. Nat’s lips were pursed as she looked at him with his hands on his hips as he waited for her response but it ended up coming a lot more calm than expected when Nat stated, “Well maybe I don’t want you to if this is what that looks like.” 
“...Then I guess I better go.” 
“I guess you better.” 
And just as suddenly as Chris had entered her life over a year ago, now he was leaving it just as suddenly, slamming the door behind him as he left the broken pieces of what they had been, shattered on the floor. 
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cellophaine · 2 years
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Yes To Heaven
Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!Reader
Word Count: 1132
Summary: The last thing Steve anticipated from a terrible day was seeing you again.
Warnings: Modern AU (Steve is in his late 20s), angst.
Author's Note: My first time writing for Steve! I had the idea of this back in January, and I finally wrote it out! I have more of this planned but we'll see how it goes! Please let me know if you enjoy it, it'd be greatly appreciated! ☺️
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Today was not his day. The constant snoozes caused him to sleep in, making him late for the bus he was supposed to get on almost every day for the past three years, which meant no quick stop for a bagel with cream cheese and black coffee. He jogged past the street Bergen Bagel was on with an ample amount of disappointment when the rain poured. It was one of those humid rain in late September getting its last say before making way for autumn. His long legs jogged faster, rushing him through the stream of people looking for shelter, while the old brown messenger bag he carried became his. It did little to shield his carefully chosen the night before suit from the burgeoning droplets, drenching his waistcoat and the white dress shirt underneath. The material hugged the contour of his arms in a firm grip, tightening its hold with every step. By the time he made it to the museum, he was soaked and slightly out of breath; the black trousers clung to his legs uncomfortably. The scent of rain on stone and cement rolled into his lungs as he heaved hard, watching the downpour come down even faster. He rushed inside, running a hand through the blond strands to tame the dampness. He didn’t make it past the reception desk when a shrilling voice called out to him.
“Steven! Look at you! How are you going to make your 10:30 o’clock?”
Steve looked down at his watch. 9:18. 
“Good thing it’s a 10:30.”
He responded to Dorothy, offering her a tight-lipped smile. 
“Don’t celebrate just yet. You have a 9 o’clock.”
His brows furrowed in confusion.
“I checked my schedule. My 9 o’clock is free.”
The black strands of Dorothy’s hair blurred into the grays in a swaying motion, deepening the crease between Steve’s brows.
“Not anymore. She came in half an hour ago. Said it was urgent and insisted on meeting with you.”
“Did she say why?”
Dorothy shook her head once more.
“Is she in my office?”
“No, she’s waiting in the 1700s.”
The soft breeze from the AC in his office was cold on his damp skin. Steve unbuttoned the waistcoat, hanging it onto the back of his chair to dry. He rifled through his stuff in the brown bag, searching for the file. To his relief, the proposal was unharmed. He put the file onto his desk before assessing the rest. His hand brushed against the compass, and in one swift motion, it nestled in his big palm. He hadn’t touched the old thing in years, to Bucky’s knowledge. But Steve couldn’t admit to his best friend that he occasionally opened it in his more vulnerable moments. He couldn’t even admit to himself that he never had the courage to change the photo in it after all these years.
He put it back in place before moving out the door for a meeting he wasn’t aware of until five minutes ago. He fixed his hair and tugged on his tie a few times to ensure he looked presentable on his way to the 1700s. Steve rounded the room, saw the silhouette, and opened his mouth to apologize. But the apology died on his tongue when you turned around upon his approaching footsteps. 
His mom taught him that it was rude to stare, but Steve couldn’t help it. You looked different now. You were even more beautiful than he remembered. His memory of you didn’t do you justice. He soaked in your colours, your frame as if he might never have a chance to do that again. His eyes traced the soft lines of your face with longing, feeling the ache in his chest grow and grow. Steve gazed at your parted lips, reminding him of where his thoughts strayed when he lay in his bed at night, staring up at the ceiling in his bedroom, unable to sleep for the very reason that was you. And when he finally drifted off, he dreamed of you. 
You turned to face him fully, a soft and hesitant smile on your lips.
“Hi, Steve.”
You didn’t know what to do with your hands, so you let them play with your blazer nervously. You looked bashful and out of place. It was hard to tell this was once your scene. Something you used to share. What was that look on your face? Steve couldn’t decipher any further. He was too wrapped up in his head. Your presence also brought back the bittersweet memories of your relationship, of heartbreak, and of leaving.
“What are you doing here?”
The sharp bite in his tone was harsher than Steve thought, and he recoiled internally when he saw the slight flinch on your features.
“I’m here to … see you. And to tell you that … I’m back.”
You were back. Steve could see that, but still, it was hard to believe. 
“Why?”
It was low, almost a whisper, but the bluntness still tore its way through the distance between you.
“I know that I have no right to be here. But I missed you. And … I want you to know that I made a mistake.”
You held your hands out as if to show him that you meant no harm. As if he was a wounded animal. Maybe he was; as the pain of your departure surged steadily, Steve found it harder to keep his voice gentle and forgiving.
“You made it clear that I was not a part of your future ...”
Misery framed your face, putting all its weight on your shoulders.
“I … I did. But Steve–”
“You made that choice six years ago!”
His voice resonated in the room vacant of people, saved for those in the paintings, who were stuck to bear witness to the unfortunate reunion of two ex-lovers.
You looked down and nodded to yourself. Steve could see the way you hold yourself up with grace and dignity. He knew that look. He would never forget the last time he saw you, the last time you talked. Your voice was so small that he almost missed it. 
“I know that. But I’m here, and I want to make amend with you. I wish we could be friends.”
Friends. The word shattered his heart, and he could almost hear the collective gasps coming from the walls. Steve took a deep breath, averting his gaze to settle on anything but you. He couldn’t look at you while giving a voice to the words in his head.
“It’s not about what you want anymore. You already made your decision. So how about we leave it at that?”
Steve turned on his heels and left the room, leaving you among the rising whispers on the walls.
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You Feel Like Home
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CHAPTER SEVEN.
Warnings: Bad words, mention of war and military, anger, kissing and fluff.
Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Ellie Barnes.
Notes: I do not own any of the characters present in this story, except for Ellie Barnes, an original character. This is pure fiction.
This has not been beta and English is not my first language so be nice haha.
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I've been working on this one for a while, so please let me know what you think!
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Chapter six
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Unable to fall back asleep, Ellie arrived early the next morning, before anyone else was there. She made her way to her laboratory and started preparing her materials for the day. Colonel Phillips had asked her to give a few of the Howling Commandos, as well as Steve, a full check up to. They knew Captain America was fine, but none of them knew the real power of the serum and the Colonel wanted to make sure he was fine to run the missions coming.
Once she had set up her lab properly, she checked the time and decided to look for Peggy. Ellie and Peggy had grown a little closer when they were both working on the front in Italy and Ellie was glad to have someone like agent Carter by her side. She was hot headed, strong and deep down she really admired her a lot.
“Hey Peg.” Ellie smiled at her friend.
“Hey Ellie. I was about to go look for Steve to take him to Stark’s lab, want to join?” Peggy offered.
“Actually, I just wanted to come say hi. Bucky should be at my lab soon. Colonel Phillips asked me to run a few tests and blood samples on him, Steve and a few of the other boys, make sure they’re okay before the mission. I just have to go grab some files.”
Peggy nodded and made her way to through the underground base where they were running their mission. Ellie followed her and grabbed the files she needed from a table. However, when she lifted her head, her eyes stopped on something she wished she hadn’t seen. Steve kissing a woman, kissing private Lorraine. Ellie’s heart dropped in her chest, and her eyes filles with tears as she noticed Peggy dropping her hands to her hips, her face becoming serious.
“Captain!” Peggy said loudly, making Steve jump and pull away from private Lorraine. “We’re ready for you, if you’re not otherwise occupied.”
Steve whipped his lips before his eyes flickered to Ellie who had freeze behind Agent Carter. Steve cursed himself, he really wished Ellie hadn’t seen that.
“I’ll see you later.” Ellie muttered to Peggy who simply nodded at her and started to walk away.
“Ellie, wait!” Steve exclaimed, trying to follow Ellie but she slammed the door in his face before he could catch up to her.
“Looks like finding a partner wasn’t that hard after all.” Ellie heard Peggy told him coldly; hurt for her friend as Steve replaced his tie properly.
Steve sighed and knocked on the door, Ellie standing right behind it, trying to hold her tears.
“Ellie, that’s not what you thought it was.” Steve tried to explain though the closed door separating them.
Ellie closed her eyes, her hands covering her mouth as she let out a soft sob. Why did she have to fall for the only man she was sure she couldn’t have.
“You always wanted to be a solider, and now you are, just like the rest of them.” Ellie heard Peggy say and she could perfectly picture her, standing with her hands on her hips facing Steve.
“What is that suppose to mean?” Steve turned to face Peggy.
“You still don’t know a bloody thing about women.” It was the last thing Ellie heard her friend say before Steve and Peggy’s voice disappeared behind the door.
Ellie took a deep shaky breath, trying to pull herself together and pushed away the picture of Steve and Private Lorraine out of her brain, she hah work to do. She knew Steve was a good man, but seeing him kiss another woman, after what Peggy had told her, felt like a stab in the back. After a moment, she pushed herself away from the door she had leaning on and dropped the files she was still holding on the desk. At the same time, the door of the lab opened, and Bucky stepped in.
“Good morning little sister.” The man said cheerfully before his eyes stopped on her and he frowned looking at her red and puffy eyes. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Bucky came closer and gently grabbed her face in his hands.
“Nothing. I’m okay, Buck.” Ellie muttered.
“You’re definitely not. Come on, talk to me.” Bucky pulled her to sit on the edge on the medical bed, taking a sit next to her but she stayed silent. “It’s Steve, isn’t it?”
“Wh… What?!” Ellie stammered in surprise, looking up at her brother who smiled at her softly.
“You know, you think you’re good at hiding things, but I know you, Ellie.”
“How long have you known?” Ellie sniffled, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear nervously.
“A few months. Before I left for the war.” Bucky admitted, gently squeezing her hand. “I just didn’t think it would get to the point where it would make you this unhappy.”
“I’m not unhappy, Buck. It’s just…” Ellie sighed. “I’m sorry. There’s a lot going on, and I can’t think about this right now.”
“You know, Steve is lucky to have you. He always has been lucky to have you, even before that stupid serum. And if he can’t see that, then it’s his loss. You are an amazing woman, Ellie, and you have a heart of gold.” Bucky slipped his arm around Ellie’s shoulders and pulled her into a hug, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “And if Steve doesn’t realize that, I know you’ll find something who truly deserves you.”
“Thanks, Buck.” Ellie sniffled, staying against him for a little while before she finally pulled away and stood up. “Okay, enough whipping. I’ve got a job to do here.”
“I wished you’d forgot about it.” Bucky admitted chuckling.
“Come on, lay down.”
Bucky did as he was told, laying on the medical bed while Ellie grabbed her stethoscope and her medical supplies. She checked up on her brother, making notes to his file before she took some blood to send it for test.
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After running test on Bucky, Ellie did the same on the rest of the Howling Commandos’ members. As always, Dum Dum managed to lift her spirit, making her laugh and it made her day a little easier. At least that was until her last patient of the day showed up. Steve stood in the doorway, his hands pushed into the pockets of his pants, a guilty and sad look on his face. Ellie knew she could never be mad at Steve, she had never been able to, but yet her heart was still aching from what she had seen earlier in the day. She didn’t want to show Steve she was sad and disappointed, and it wasn’t the time to be anyways. She took a deep breath and quickly glanced at Steve, taking his file from the pile on the desk.
“Sit down on the bed. I just need a minute to finish my notes.” Ellie explained, writing down a few more notes, as Steve did as he was told.
“Ellie about…” Steve started.
“How do you feel?” Ellie interrupted him, wanting to stay professional.
Steve opened his mouth, surprised of her ton, even though a part of him knew he deserved her cold shoulder. “Fine. Really good actually.”
Ellie nodded, writing it down. “No sign of the effect of the serum wearing off?”
“No. I feel stronger. I can breathe, see and hear better. I guess it’s permanent so far.”
Once again Ellie simply nodded before she dropped the file on the desk. “Can you please take off your shirt, and I will have to take a few blood samples to make sure everything is fine.”
Steve executed the order, untying his tie, unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off, dropping it next to him. When Ellie turned back to face him, it took everything she got to stay concentrated. Steve was physically different, so different that it was almost unsettling. He went from these 95 pounds 5 feet 4 skinny kid to this 240 pounds 6 feet 2 muscular man and even if Ellie never cared about how Steve looked, she couldn’t help but feel a little disturbed at the sight. She bit down on her lip and looked up, her eyes meeting his for a second before she placed the stethoscope against his chest asking to breathe deeply.
“This is incredible…” Ellie whispered to herself.
“What is?” Steve wondered, never letting his eyes go of her.
“Your asthma, it sounds like it’s gone, completely gone. No whistling noises.”
“I told you, I feel like I breathe a lot better.”
“Do you realize how many lives we could help if we could figure out how the serum was made? This incredible.” Ellie repeated, amazed at how the serum had improved Steve’s health.
Steve smiled softly at her words. He loved when she geeked out like this, when she was amazed at the science that she was so passionate about, it was one of his favorite things about her. Ellie was dedicated, loving, generous and always there to put others first, that’s who she had always been and who she’ll always be. Steve got lost in his thought for a moment, staring at her as she moved around the lab where she perfectly belonged. He winced a little when he felt the sting of a needle entering the skin inside his elbow.
“Sorry.” Ellie muttered seeing his features twist slightly, but Steve simply smiled at her.
When she had everything, she needed, she wrote down a few more notes and put the blood tubes on the small tray.
“I’ve got everything I need. I will give Colonel Phillips the results of the blood tests as soon as I have them.” Ellie explained, keeping her eyes off of him.
Steve knew she was about to walk out, and he couldn’t let it happen, not before he had cleared the air between them. He hated seeing her so distant with him, he hated just thinking about leaving for the front again with her being mad or disappointed at him. Gently, he grabbed her hand as she was about to walk out of the lab.
“Ellie…”
“Look Steven, I don’t want to talk about it.” Ellie confessed, her eyes avoiding his.
Steve winced at the use of his full name, Ellie never called him Steven, never. “Listen, this is not what it looked like. I promise.”
“Please, don’t lie. I know what I saw, I’m not stupid.” Ellie pulled her hand away from his. “You should get dressed and go. You have a mission waiting for you.”
“Elizabeth, just stop.” Steve said a little louder than he had intended, putting his shirt back on and buttoning it back up. Ellie looked up at him, surprised by his ton and the use of her full name as well. “Sorry. But can you please listen to me for a second. I did not kiss her, okay? She kissed me and I just… I was taken by surprise. I don’t care about her.” Steve confessed, standing up and walking towards Ellie.
“It doesn’t matter, Steve.” Ellie shrugged, grabbing the files and blood tubes from her desk. “You never saw me like that, and you never will.”
Before the Captain could say anything, Ellie walked out of the room. Man, she was fast for someone so tiny Steve thought. He sighed loudly and followed her. “Ellie. Ellie!”
Ellie didn’t stop, simply dropping the blood tubes and the files on the desk of another nurse and exchanging a few words with her. Steve was about to call her back and say something when his name was called.
“Captain, Colonel Phillips wants to talk to you.” A soldier announced.
“Give me a minute.” Steve said to him, turning back to Ellie. “Ellie can we please talk about this. I can’t leave with you being mad at me.”
“I’m not mad at you, Steve, but there is nothing to talk about. Now, please just go. You wanted to fight in the war, and now you are.” Ellie looked at him for second, raised on her tiptoe and dropped a kiss on his cheek.
“Captain Rogers.” The soldier repeated.
“I’m coming.” Steve replied, watching Ellie walk away before he sighed loudly and followed the soldier to meet with the Colonel.
As soon as she was out of sight Ellie leaned against the nearest wall, her hands shaking and took a shaky breath. She stayed there for a while, trying to calm her heart beating way too fast in her chest and once she was finally calm, she pushed herself away from the wall and made her way out of the military facility. She climbed into a taxi and gave the address of her hotel. She needed some alone time; she needed to think and clear her head.
Once she was back in her hotel room, Ellie walked into her bathroom, quickly undressed, and slipped in the shower. She let the hot water run on her body, closing her eyes, and feeling her muscles slowly relax. After a while, she climbed out of the shower, dried herself and slipped into a fresh pair a pajama. She finally felt a little better as she walked into her kitchen and turned the kettle on to make some tea. She reached for her big Captain America’s mug, one that Steve had gifted her from his USO tour as a joke and put a bag of tea before pouring the hot water on it.
Ellie placed the mug on the small night table, sat on her bed and was about to open her book when there was a knock on the door. She frowned, walked to the door and opened it revealing Steve standing in front of her.
“Steve, what are you doing here?”
“I told you, I can’t leave if you don’t believe me.” Steve muttered softly. “Can I please come in? I just want to talk.”
Ellie hesitated for a moment before she nodded, and stepped to the side, letting Steve walk into her hotel room. “Can I get you some tea?”
“I’d love that.”
Ellie walked to the small kitchen area, took a second mug, and poured some tea. She brought the cup to Steve who had taken a sit on a chair by the small table. An awkward silence settled between them as Ellie sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at her bare feet. Steve knew Ellie enough to know she wouldn’t say anything, she would be the one to open up to him after what he had done that morning.
“I’m sorry if I hurt you. I never meant to. Truth is, I… I haven’t stopped thinking about you since that kiss, Ellie.” Steve confessed softly, putting his mug on the table.
“What?” Ellie stammered, her eyes opening wide in surprise and meeting Steve’s.
Steve stood up and walked to her, he offered her his hand and when she slipped hers into it, he pulled her to her feet, his other hand settling on her cheek. Her heart quickened in her chest as she felt her stomach twist.
“I only want you, Ellie. It’s been you for a while.” Steve finally said truthfully, pouring his heart out to the woman he had feelings for a while.
“Steve…” Ellie started but she couldn’t find the words because, in reality, she didn’t know what to say.
“I just never thought you’d ever feel the same. A beautiful dame like you liking a little skinny kid from Brooklyn.”
“Steve, I’ve liked you for years. I never cared how big or how small you were, and I don’t care if you have the super serum or not…” Ellie told him, slightly shaking his head.
“I know, I know that now. I just thought you’d never see me that way.” Steve gently stroked her cheek as she took a step closer to him. “I guess we’re two idiots then. My ma would probably laugh at us right now.”
Ellie chuckled slightly. “She would.” She rested her hand on his forearm, her eyes starring into his.
“So, you’re not mad at me anymore?” Steve asked her, pressing his forehead against Ellie’s.
Ellie shook her head, closing her eyes. “You know I can never stay mad at you.”
“And right now, I’m really glad you can’t.” Steve whispered before his lips gently met hers.
Ellie’s heart warmed in her chest as her lips moved perfectly against Steve’s. It was like the world disappeared around them and for a moment Ellie wished they could stay like this forever. She didn’t want to go back to the reality of the war, a reality where Steve had to leave in just a few short days to fight in the front again. Ellie had always been scared to lose him, but now she was even more terrified.
They both pulled away, slightly out of breath, their forehead resting together before Steve spoke quietly. “I should go. I have a lot of meetings tomorrow.”
“Stay. You… You could stay, sleep here, with me.” Ellie offered even though she was almost sure of Steve’s answer.
“I’m not sure it’s a good idea, Angel.”
“We’re at war, we don’t have to do everything as if the world was the same.” Ellie admitted as Steve let out a soft chuckle. “I just want to enjoy the time we have together, before you have to go.”
Steve hesitated for a moment; he wanted to stay, he wanted to sleep with Ellie next to him, hold her in his arm, but part of him knew it wasn’t what he should do, it wasn’t what a gentleman would do. However, Steve and Ellie were a different story, they weren’t like any other couple, they had known each other for so many years and somehow, it didn’t feel rush.
Steve finally nodded and followed Ellie to the bed. He took off his uniform, keeping only his underpants and his undershirt before laying by her side and pulling her against his chest.
“I can’t believe this is happening, you and me…” Ellie whispered.
Steve turned to face her and rested a hand on her cheek, gently stroking it. “We’ll have to go dancing.”
“I’ve only been waiting for you, the right partner.” Ellie smiled softly before Steve dropped his lips to her.
“Me too.”
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Chapter eight
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